4 comments/ 222123 views/ 34 favorites A Dirtier Mind Ch. 01 By: trixiej It started with a hangover. Her head rose from the pillow under a haystack of raven hair. "That is definitely it...I need to stop smoking." Her mouth felt like someone -- or something -- had vomited into it. The stench on her hair told its own story, as would the stain on the bathroom floor. A bottle of wine too far, of course. But the hangover from the excess cigarettes -- as any smoker will tell you -- just multiplied the hell her body was in. How many had she got through yesterday? 40? 50? She heaved again at the thought of it. Running to the bathroom, she sent Steve's cup of coffee flying as he tried to swerve out of her way on the landing. "I know how you feel, Jane" he called through to her as she threw up behind the bathroom door. It was time to cut the habit. "If you're serious I'll do it with you." No response. Just coughs and spits and groans. But she heard. She had to try and stop -- and for far more obvious reasons than any hellish hangover -- but first she needed the room to stop spinning and her head to stop thumping and her stomach to stop protesting. Then she would put her mind to it. Two weeks later they were sat in a bar, smoking. "Well I did go longer than you," she sniped. "You've been lying through your teeth." "Well I'm pretty sure you have too," he smiled back. He took another drag, savouring the flavour. "We obviously can't do it unaided. What about hypnosis?" "Is it expensive?" "Not as expensive as buying these fucking things!" "I don't know... where do you go?" "Someone at work did it with hypnosis. I'll ask her." "Hmmmm. I'm not too keen on being hynotised. The whole idea just freaks me out." "Well I'll go first then. See if it works on me without turning me into a raving loon, if it does you can give it a go. I'm serious -- I really want to stop." "So do I." "Well let's do it." ----------------------------------------- Steve's workmate had benefited from the hypnotist after seeing him at a comedy club in London's West End. He had offered, during the half-hour interval, to tackle five people's smoking habits in a session in his dressing room for a small cash-in-hand payment. She had volunteered and the method had worked. She had been 'clean' for five months and suffered no pangs, no regrets -- and was considerably richer. Steve had to phone the comedy club to get the guy's name, then search for him on the internet, eventually tracking him down to an agency based in London. He called, explained the situation, was keen to pay for the hypnotist's time and left a number and email address. A couple of days later he had a response -- John Jones would gladly help, at a "reasonably-priced" £50 for a half-hour session at his central London home. There was at least a money-back guarantee, though, if Steve found himself smoking again. Another week later he returned home to a sceptical Jane fully 'cured'. Only after several drunken nights out -- and quite a few nights in with a still-puffing Jane -- did she believe. "All right I'll do it. But you'll have to come with me. He might be a pervert." "If you're lucky." "I'm serious." "OK I'll come with you. After work one night? "Sure..." "I'll email him now." ---------------------------------------- Another fortnight later they were ringing the doorbell marked 'JJ' at a Victorian town house in north London. Buzzed in, the pair climbed two flights of stairs to be greeted by a scruffily dressed man with a broad smile. Jane was shitting herself. "Hi," she squeaked. "Jane isn't it?" John asked, offering his hand. "Don't worry it doesn't hurt. Your husband is a satisfied customer, remember!" "Yes I know. I've just never done this before." "Come on in, let's have a cup of tea and relax." Steve sat in on the session, intrigued to see his wife go under after wondering all week whether she would be too resistant. John's tack once she was out wasn't exactly rocket science, but if it worked good luck to him. He sat by the window talking softly, Jane facing Steve in a huge armchair, her eyelids twitching, her cheeks flushed, her hands primly in her lap, feet neatly together. Her "best behaviour" pose. Steve smiled, warmed by the thought of some of her other poses. "Right then," John whispered, rising from his chair. "Want me to make her act like a chicken for five minutes?" "Ha! I've forgotten the camera sorry." "If there's anything you'd like extra, though. We could come to an arrangement." "How do you mean, 'extra'?" "Well some guys like to spice up their sex life through this. Come over here." He led Steve through the open door into his study, though still almost whispering. "I can plant a keyword and when you utter it, Jane will act in a certain way. £100 and I can make her into your dream woman. Simple." "She is my dream woman. We do fine in the sex department." "OK, I'll spell it out. What about if you said the word 'slut' and then she became an absolutely no-holds-barred animal? What about that? I can do that. You can turn her on and off like a switch." "You can really do that?" "Guaranteed," he smiled and then loped back into the lounge. He looked round at Steve with an arched eyebrow. Steve reached for his wallet. Listening to the instructions John was uttering to Jane made him hard. He didn't want to have to get out of the chair in a hurry. If Steve -- and only Steve -- said 'slut' that is exactly what Jane would become. If Steve clapped his hands three times the 'spell' would be broken. John promised there would be no adverse effects, and promised no other person would be able to trigger the change. It sounded too good to be true. It certainly sounded too good for £150. But it had to be worth a try. Back at home an hour later Jane stood looking at the pack of cigarettes she had pulled from her handbag. She didn't want one. What's more, the thought of having one made her nauseous. "Need a light?" smiled Steve, leaning against the wall watching. He was trying to spot any slight differences in her behaviour, any signs that she might have been damaged in some way and, more importantly, any sign of increased subconscious desire. "Actually I don't," she said. "I have to admit, right now it seems to have worked. For once, you were right." She walked over smiling, wrapping her arms round his neck to share a quick couple's kiss. "Now I'll have more money to spend on clothes." She kissed him again. "Hmmmm. What should we do to celebrate?" His turn to kiss her -- only more suggestively. "Oh, Stevie. Always wanting to 'celebrate'." She giggled as they shared a clinch in the kitchen doorway. "Look, let me just sort out my paperwork for tomorrow then we can take what's left of that wine up to bed, eh?" "OK." He sat opposite her in the living room, watching as she sorted through a folder stuffed with case files. He pretended to be engrossed in the football on TV, but his gaze was firmly on his wife. Should he try it? What if it didn't work? She'd go mad for being called a slut. Then he had an idea. "So what are you going to wear for the big meeting tomorrow?" "Dunno. A suit." "The one with the really short skirt? Just to help move things your way?" "Good idea. Maybe I will." "Slut." He said it with enough mock-seriousness to ensure that, if there was no effect, she would know it was just a joke between lovers. There was a slight pause in her movements, and for a moment he thought she was going to take him to task. Then she put her pen down, sat back in the couch and things escalated. "You know, if I could perform for Thompson that would definitely swing it my way." "I'm sure it would." "I wonder if he goes for that. Sexual bribery. A blow job might be a small price to pay." "So long as you practice on me." She smiled at him. "You can have a bit more than a blow job." She pushed her pile of work aside and crawled across the floor to him on all fours. When she arrived she pulled his knees apart, grinning from ear to ear, and pushed her hands slowly up his thighs until they were squeezing and coaxing a bulge in his jeans. "You get the full service." She began taking off her shirt then sprang to her feet. "I know! Why don't I put on tomorrow's outfit. You go to the study and pretend to be Thompson. We'll see if I can get what I want, hey?" She winked and leaned over to kiss him. He gave a muffled ascent and she skipped out of the room and up the stairs. He couldn't believe it -- it seemed to be working. There was definitely something different about her, and tossing her work aside to crawl across the floor talking dirty was the clearest sign of all. The imminent roleplay would be interesting, he thought. They had fooled around with scenarios before but Jane had always seemed to be a bit self-conscious, not really enjoying herself. And it was never her idea -- until this time. Steve closed the blind in the study and sat at the desk, waiting keenly, listening to far-off wardrobe doors and giggles. She took her time but it was worth it. She glided in dressed to kill. The suit -- with shortest skirt, naturally -- black heels, stockings, white shirt with cleavage, hair tied up and spectacles a la typical secretary. She'd even put her make-up on and brought a briefcase. "Thanks for seeing me at such short notice Mr Thompson," she said without any trace of irony. "That's OK Jane," Steve couldn't help but smile. "I wanted to talk to you about today's meeting." "OK. Go on..." "I think it would make more sense for me to deal with Jameson. The case is almost the same as Kingston last year. I don't think Emma can handle it." "Oh you don't?" "No." She shifted in her seat, re-crossing her legs to flash some stocking-top at Steve. "Well I'm not sure I can get involved. Hugh has allocated the cases, and I have to trust him to do it correctly. I haven't really heard anything to convince me..." "What if I did something to convince you?" "Do something? What could you do to convince me?" Her eyes had been firmly on him throughout their 'scene' while his had wandered up and down her body, distracted by her delicious legs. A silent pause brought his eyes back up to hers though as he waited expectantly, and she held his gaze as she sank from her chair to the floor and shuffled up in front of him. She laid her hand lightly on his thigh. "Well I'll leave that up to your discretion, sir." Her other hand reached up and she parted Steve's knees just has she had down earlier downstairs, pushing up his thighs to his waiting erection. This time, after a quick exploratory squeeze, she was unfastening his belt buckle and zipper, pulling at his trousers and boxers to release his cock. Steve offered some token resistance for realism. "Jane, I'm not sure this is app..." He was cut off by her mouth sinking straight over the head of his cock. She had not bothered with her normal slow, sensual build-up -- this time it was straight into loud, hungry sucking. After a minute or so she looked up, her smeared lipstick betraying the effort she had already put in with his dick. "So you're willing to do a deal?" She didn't wait for an answer and went straight back down, her head soon bobbing on Steve's cock while her hand squeezed and stroked his balls beneath. During one of her brief mouth-breaks to lick and kiss his shaft she let him know that he should warn her when he was going to cum. That point was reached all too soon what with the intensity of the action down there, and after he whined a "yes, now" between groans she pulled away and held his cock directly at her face. She had never, ever, done that before. His cum bolted right into her face, clouding her pristine spectacles, collecting around her nose. Four, five, six shots sprayed across her face. Her eyes were open behind her glasses, she shifted her face around slightly each time making sure both cheeks, her slightly-parted lips and her chin all had their share of the warm, sticky liquid. Steve was gobsmacked. He didn't know what to say, this really was a dream come true. When his cum subsided to a few pathetic trickles to the floor she returned her mouth to the end and sucked gently, emptying his manhood of the drops that were waiting inside. She finished with a kiss on the end then stood up with a devilish smile. "I trust we have a deal, Mr Thompson?" she said, carefully removing her glasses and reaching for a tissue to wipe them clean. Whether she was deliberately leaving the cum spattered all over her face to be wiped away after the lenses were cleaned Steve had no idea, but it was a nice touch. This was all so uncharacteristic. And he couldn't wait to see what he got away with next. "Well there is a slight problem, Jane," he said as she finally wiped the cream from her face, but making a point of licking up any remnants from her lips and chin. "Oh? What's that?" "Emma's already been in here and 'done a deal' as well." He couldn't help but laugh. She smiled back at him and gave him the 'you cheeky bastard' look. "She's, erm, already offered a little more than you have. But if you think this case is worth it I'm sure you will up the ante." "Did you fuck Emma, Mr Thompson?" Jane asked stepping towards him but beginning to unbutton her shirt. "I couldn't possibly say..." "Well goodness knows how I can beat that." She tossed her shirt across the room, removed her bra and then unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it and towards Steve. She pulled the clip from her hair and let it tumble to her shoulders before pressing her body against his, a semi-hard cock between them, she in nothing but her stockings and heels. She kissed him and he could smell his cum on her. He loved that. He cupped her curvy butt in his hands and pulled her harder against him as they kissed. He knew exactly how she could "beat that". His right hand wandered further round, his middle finger extending as his left hand pulled her cheek. He probed gently at her asshole, merely tickling and caressing the opening. She smiled in the midst of their snog. "Mr Thompson! Would that convince you?" Steve was rock hard again, bursting at the thought that he was going to get Jane to agree to anal so easily. They had done it maybe six times in as many years, nearly always because she was heavily under the influence. Of course, she was under an influence now -- but Steve wasn't about to feel guilty. "I think it would. Emma wasn't quite that cooperative." Jane pushed herself away from Steve and turned to place her hands on the desk, feet splayed, body bent. Ready and willing. "Can I just request, Mr Thompson, that you fuck my pussy for a few minutes. I feel that might add some lubrication to you. I'm sure you wouldn't want to hurt me." "Of course," Steve said, shifting behind her. She backed on to him a little, arching her back a little more to present her dripping pussy. He slid straight in with a groan. She was hot and slick inside. Monumentally so. She joined in with his groans as he enjoyed a few ponderous, slow strokes in and out of her. His hands clasped her hips and he watched her head turn occasionally, eyes closed in what sounded like delirium, as her body rocked with his deliberate movements. One last drive into her, up the hilt, lifting her on to her tiptoes, and Steve gyrated, trying to collect as much of her wetness as he could. He wanted to be in her ass now, her cunt was so hot he was afraid he might end up staying there till he came. He pulled out and, gently pulling apart her cheeks, levelled his glistening tool at her asshole. The head pressed against her opening and then he pushed gently, sliding in an inch or so. She was holding her breath, waiting for the initial burning to subside, then he felt her relax and slid, ever so slowly, all the way into her. God it felt good. So damn tight after her swilling cunt. "You OK babe?" Steve asked, forgetting his character momentarily. "Oh yes Mr Thompson. Be gentle with me, though." He began a subtle working of her ass, slight movements in and out. It felt like mere centimetres to him but inches to her. Her moans reassured him she was enjoying it, and emboldened him to go at her harder, upping the tempo ever so gradually. When he felt like he was properly fucking her ass and she had loosed up slightly, he leaned over her, hands on the desk either side of hers. She turned to kiss him. "Ahhhhhh Mr Thompson, you're fucking my ass. It feels so good. I think I might cum." Steve left one hand on the desk and reached round with his other, pressing between her legs on her clit. Her head returned to a hanging position, muffled moans emanating through her now ragged black hair. Steve began fucking her quicker, trying to rub her clit in the same rhythm. "No, no... put your fingers inside me," she whispered as she urgently reached underneath her rocking body and guided his hand further down, pushing his fingers towards her other hole. Steve slipped two fingers in and did his best to fuck her while trying to fully appreciate the sensations around his cock. "Oh Mr Thompson, no one's ever done this to me before..." She subsided into whimpers, each noise escaping in tandem with another thrust into her ass. Steve could feel himself getting close. He buried his face into her hair around her neck, breathing in her scent while his hand, reaching so desperately he was nearly getting cramps, worked furiously between her legs in rhythm with his riding. "Oh I am going to cum. I am, I am!" she cried out, head throwing suddenly backwards and her body shaking beneath his. He stayed still and enjoyed the feeling of her body shuddering all around him, pressed right up against him, her moans subsiding eventually as her body went limp in its lean against the desk. "Oh Mr Thomspson that was amazing. Ohhhhhh. Did you cum inside me?" Steve could feel his own orgasm waiting, needing only a tiny bit of encouragement. There must have been some precum deep inside Jane's ass already, he was sure of that, and as he slowly removed his hand from her cunt and she rocked gently beneath him, he knew what he wanted to try. He moved her shiny waves of hair from her ear and neck, she turned presuming a kiss was required. Their lips briefly locked and he whispered: "Squeeze me. I'm right on the edge. Squeeze me inside you to make me cum." She looked into his eyes as she did it. It felt divine. She tensed her sphincter once, twice, three times and the first shot was out. He groaned, animal like, as he spurted deep into her. She growled back, feeling the cum pouring into her passage from his cock. She kept squeezing and he kept cumming, lacking substance towards the end due to his previous unloading, but the sensations were immense. He felt like his cock was going to explode. His teeth were in her shoulder and he unintentionally made her yelp in pain when the pressure increased along with the tingling in his dick. They stopped, still for a moment. He kissed her. "Fuck, Jane, that was amazing." "I thought so too Mr Thompson. And I'll assume I have your agreement on a few things." She was really going for the work roleplay thing, and Steve was getting bored by it. He wondered whether to do his three claps, but decided to slide out of her first and tidy up. His cock slopped out of her, quickly followed by a few dollops of cum. Jane seemed content to let it trickle, a few drips hitting the floor as she put her shirt and skirt back on. "I'll see you in the meeting then." And with that she turned and left the room. Steve pulled up his trousers and followed her into the bedroom where she was sat removing her make-up. He clapped three times. A pause. She looked at him in the mirror. He was suddenly very worried that things might get weird. But all was well. "Steve how the fuck did you get me agree to that? Jeez you haven't lost your touch..." A Dirtier Mind Ch. 01 He sighed with relief inwardly. "Didn't you enjoy it then?" "Yes I enjoyed it you filthy bastard," she winked at him. "But I'll be sore in the morning. While I'm doing my presentation. Idiot." "I'll make it up to you," he said, as he went to turn on the shower. He never had to make it up. Not when he could cast a spell on her so easily. The fun and games were just beginning... A Dirtier Mind Ch. 02 Steve Having a slut on demand was a novelty that wore off sooner than I expected. Sure I had used my new-found powers of hypnosis over my wife Jane to engineer a lot more anal sex than I would normally enjoy, blow jobs with swallow, sex in the shower, watching porn, making porn, sex in public places, sex while she was on the phone to her mother ... but inevitably I guess I was having too much of a good thing. I needed to spice things up a bit. Although I had been worried that the interference in Jane's brain by our dodgy hypnotist might scramble her marbles, there were no signs of anything untoward and, indeed, she seemed to be enjoying her turn for the whorish. Whenever I brought her back to 'normal' she would talk about what we had done in reassuringly positive terms, even daring to plan further adventures. But she would never let herself go of her own accord, the trigger still had to be used. We could be sat reading newspapers on a train, but if I said "slut" I would suddenly feel a hand delving into my trousers, a bite on my neck and away we go... I had plans, mostly predictable ones. First off we tried to engineer a threesome with Jane's (incredibly foxy) friend Sarah. She always looked the type to go wild after a few tequilas but, alas, as soon as Jane's slutty hands turned their attention towards her she ran away and hasn't spoken to Jane since. I do feel a tad guilty about that. But only a tad. I'm thinking escort girl in hotel might be the way to go. Far easier to set up and execute was having Jane used by other men, preferably at the same time. And so one night we went up to a notorious dogging spot – a car park on the edge of a forest just out of town – which I had settled upon as a viable location after a bit of time on the relevant websites. Jane was under the impression we were just out for a drive in the country, taking in the scenery. That being the case she wasn't exactly dressed like a cock-hungry slut, but she had a summery sexiness about her in a short red summer dress, her white bra straps showing, hair loose around her shoulders. She is a hot lady – she's never going to be turned down by anyone, that's for sure. As the sun set slowly over a hill ahead, I suggested we pull into a roadside inn for a drink and bite to eat. I knew there was no point turning up at the car park until after 8pm, so I dragged dinner out as long as I could, allowed Jane to get through three glasses of wine and, when we finally ventured back outside, it getting dark. She eventually queried my route home as I turned off the main road and up a gravel track to the car park. My reply was short and sweet. "Slut." Jane I don't know if it was the wine, but I wanted to service Steve like he'd never been serviced before. I was going through a phase where I seemed to be having lots of funny turns like this, but the sex was mind-blowing each and every time. We were driving into some secluded car park, so I guessed Steve was after an in-car or open-air fuck. He hadn't even pulled up under the trees when my hand began squeezing his crotch, my seatbelt released as I shifted sideways in my seat, telling him how I was going to suck him dry before he was allowed to even think about screwing me. Steve killed the headlights and buzzed his windows down a touch. I was on him in a flash, my tongue down his throat and my hand groping between his legs, clambering across to half-straddle him. Within seconds I had him unzipped and was stroking his cock, asking him how he wanted to do it once he'd fed me my cream. I sensed I was wet already. Maybe it was my imagination but I was sure I could feel myself leaking into my panties. We were kissing passionately. I licked his face as I squeezed and pulled on his cock down between my legs. I was panting all over him like a hungry dog. I needed something to chew on. I shifted back to my seat, almost on all fours, my head over Steve's lap and ready to begin pleasure-giving. I kissed the end of his cock, stroking with a strong grip, watching it pulsate, ready for action. Steve's hand reached down between my legs, he gave a moan of approval at how damp I was. He pulled my dress up my back, exposing my ass, and pushed my panties down to my knees. I was about to slide my mouth over his dick when he turned on the cabin light. "What the fuck?" I said, looking up. "I want to be able to see you properly," he whispered. It crossed my mind that someone may see into the car, but I really didn't give a shit. In fact, I started to think, it would be a hell of a turn-on if someone did pull up and catch us. I returned to his stiff cock, licking the end as I squeezed with my hand, before slowly lowering my mouth on to it, second by second allowing a little more of him into me until he was at the back of my throat. Then I began to fuck him with my mouth, sucking and slurping for all I was worth. I wanted to suck him so much his insides would flood down my throat. I wanted to have him in such ecstatic agony that all he could do was scream. Eric I was about to give up when I saw a light go on over at the south car park. It had been a disappointing summer around the woods for us voyeurs, and I wasn't really expecting anything major as we turned the corner into autumn. I wandered over, straying from the path into the trees to maintain cover, just in case it was some innocent party passing through. As I got closer I saw a guy in the driver's seat, looking down, and a woman's head bobbing up from his lap. Perfect. I edged closer. The cabin light switched on was usually a sign they wanted you to watch but it could still have been a private party. I was maybe only 10 yards from the car. I could hear muffled moans and groans so I could tell there was a window open somewhere. The guy clocked me as I worked my way round to his side of the car, wanting to see her sucking. He motioned with his head as if to say I should go round the other side, so I carried on walking, catching a glimpse of the girl's black hair pulled to one side by his hand, and – unexpectedly – her exposed rump facing out of the passenger side. I hurried round the back of the car, and heard the window wind down as I approached. Jesus it was beautiful. Her legs her slightly splayed, her white panties around her knees, perfect ass, what promised to be a perfectly trimmed pussy that seemed to be glistening ever so slightly. My cock was stiff as a board. I unbuttoned my pants and took it in my hand, stroking as I looked at her rear. She hadn't realised I was there, still going hell for leather at her guy's cock. I could hear her gobbling, slurping, moaning. She was talking dirty too but I couldn't quite make it out. Oh to be able to slide inside her. Her red dress fell a little, with the motion of her bobbing, and momentarily covered most of her ass. But her guy quickly pulled it back up, looking straight at me. He made this action with his hand that I was sure meant he wanted me to finger her. My heart was pounding. I swapped hands on my cock and, crouching for the best view, slowly reached into the car. Jane I was so into the blowjob, so focused on emptying the balls my hand had rooted out from Steve's pants, that the hand came as a real shock. It slid between my legs, side-on, and pressed up onto my crotch. I stopped dead and whirled round in a panic. "What the...?" Steve immediately stroked my hair and pulled my head back to his lap. He obviously knew, and approved, of the guy's presence. I was so wet and horny I couldn't really find it within myself to object to someone – anyone – rubbing me off. He was out in the car park stroking his cock with his free hand, gently rubbing my slickness with his other. I instinctively pushed back on to the hand, opening my legs a little. Steve again tugged on my hair, pulling me back to his waiting dick. I couldn't help but moan as I slid my mouth back on to Steve. I can't explain it – it was almost like having some attention on my pussy was relieving a mass of tension that had built up inside me. I began rocking against the fingers between my legs, rubbing the ample juices on to my clit via this stranger's hand. My leg opened wider, my sandal seeking out a secure footing in the footwell of the car. Lord knows how I looked to this guy in the car park, but I didn't care. Steve I couldn't take my eyes off the arm, reaching in and working gently behind Jane. I wanted to see her penetrated, satisfied by another. The stranger outside was jacking off faster now, delirious with desire at the sight of this young woman bent over and letting him finger-fuck her. As Jane's moans got louder and deeper, betraying the sensations between her legs, it sent me closer to orgasm. Her movements grew more pronounced, fucking the guy's fingers. There could have been anything from one to five up inside her, I had no idea – and that sense of unknown, that lack of control over Jane's body was a hell of a turn-on. I could hear her moans below me but I could hear the wetness of her pussy coating those dirty fingers between her legs. I swear I could hear the guy's balls slapping his hand as he furiously wanked. It was all too much, and I was going to cum. The first shot caught even me by surprise and I cried out. Jane stopped fucking with her mouth and slowed to a sensual suck, devouring each load that left my pulsing shaft and swallowing calmly. Her attention was momentarily firmly on me and I loved her for it. That had to be the sexiest thing she had done so far, forgetting about the hand inside her, which was driving her to her own peak, and concentrating on maximising my pleasure. When she was sure he had finished, she looked up sideways from my lap, kissing the slimy wet end of my dick. "Now what lover?" she whispered. I wanted to see her nailed. "Let's get out and then you can say hello properly." Eric I'm guessing the guy in the car came – he made all the right noises and this girl stopped fucking my fingers. I felt almost ready to blow. She had a hot, hot body. Great shape to her ass, which curved into a slim waist, nice smooth toned legs. She was the hottest thing I'd laid hands on since college. She reached round and pushed my hand out of her pussy. My heart sank (my cock stayed). She slowly and turned to face me and smiled. She was beautiful. As they tidied themselves up in the car I quickly lifted my hand to my nose, drawing in her sweet scent. It was divine, intoxicating. I licked my fingers, her juice filling my senses. God I wanted to see more, do more. The car doors opened and I put my hand away. Suddenly she was stood right in front of me. "Wow, you're fucking hot!" was all I could think to say. She was looking at my still-hard cock. I had forgotten that was there. "Oh, erm..." I began thinking about how I should put it away. She took a step forward and gave it a squeeze with her hand. Wow. It felt so good. After years of neglect my dick was once again in the hands of someone else. And what a someone else. She was late 20s, about 5ft 4in with a great figure. Her raven hair tumbled around her shoulders, a touch of eye make-up accentuating her hazel eyes. Her cheeks were ever so slightly flushed from her exertions already. She squeezed and tugged slowly, leaning so close that I could smell the cum on her breath. "You ain't seen nothing yet," she whispered. She reached down for my hand, the one which moments ago had been probing her slippery hole. She brought it up to her mouth and slowly licked each of the three middle fingers in turn as she carried on squeezing my dick. "Mmmmm," she grinned. Jesus! Was she for real? It was too good to be true and I admit I thought I was about to be robbed or something. Given that I had nothing on me, I figured I might as well see how far she would go. She said her name was Jane and asked me mine. Her husband, as it turned out, was stood a few feet to my right, just watching. He said something I didn't quite catch and I turned to say pardon but he was talking to another guy, stood a little behind him, also watching. Jane also turned and saw. She seemed to use this as a queue to start sinking down to her knees. I felt so far gone that a waft of her breath on my dick might send me over the edge. I looked down to see her mouth open and gradually gather in my stiff rod, sucking hard a couple of times before she released and drew her tongue all the way up the underside as it twitched under in her steadying hand. Her eyes looked up into mine, slightly glazed, a half-smile seemingly playing on her lips even as they stretched to their widest to accommodate me again. Steve "She's hot huh?" I said to our new friend. He snapped out of his reverie. "Um, yeah... Never seen anyone that nice doing something that naughty out here." "She's my wife. Will you fuck her for me?" They guy just nodded, watching ever more agape as Jane began licking Eric's dick slowly and deliberately, as if needing to savour every stroke made with her outstretched tongue. I glanced around for somewhere Jane could lay, wanting to see her pounded (but not on the bonnet of the Beemer). I sauntered over to the happy couple and lay my hand on her shoulder. "Hey babe, why don't we go over on that picnic bench?" I said softly in between her slurps. She dutifully stood up. "OK honey... come along Eric," she said, and pulled him along by his cock as she sashayed over a stretch of short, sun-dried grass to the bench under a tree. She winked at our second stranger as she walked by, and all three of us followed in an obedient line, me bringing up the rear. She immediately pushed Eric backwards onto the moss-scarred wooden slats of the bench, his knees at the edge, feet dangling either side of her legs. I moved round for a side-on view as she threw herself over him, returning her mouth to his erection, pulling it with a tightly gripping hand so that it stood at right angles to his prostrate body, perfect for her to suck and mouth-fuck as she stood over him. The other guy, who was much younger and in better shape, eventually approached her from behind. He tentatively positioned himself behind her and placed his hands on her hips as she bent over the bench's edge, working poor Eric into a right state, and waited to see how she reacted. I couldn't make out for sure, but I'm guessing she pushed back against him with her ass, seeking out that second hard cock that we were both yearning to see. He had soon decided to pusher her dress right up to her waist, exposing her bare ass, and was reaching round to rub her clit as she continued Eric's blow job. Now her moans mingled with Eric's, her hungry mouth occasionally releasing itself from him, distracted by the sensations between her legs. I was so hard inside my pants. I was mesmerised. Without even noticing, I began to stroke as I watched. Jane The fingers against my clit felt so good. I wasn't sure how far Steve would let me go, but I wanted a cock inside me. No, I wanted two cocks inside me. I gave up on the blow job and clambered up on to the bench, straddling the table part, my feet either side on the long seats. I pulled my dress off over my head and threw it in Steve's general direction, whipping my bra off and throwing it the same way. Eric's eyes were wide like saucers, and I held his dick as I lowered on to it, both of us moaning through requited desire. I sat there for a moment. Three pairs of eyes were drinking me in and it felt invigorating. I placed my hands on Eric's chest, leaning over to give him a quick kiss before I started my ride. As his tongue wandered into my mouth, I shifted my body so that my clit was pressed against his pubic bone, and I began grinding ever so slightly against him to send another electric charge between my legs. As I began to move slowly against him – hell, as I began to fuck him – I felt a tongue slip between my butt cheeks, seeking out my hole with the aid of prising hands. Mmmmm, just what the doctor ordered. I cocked my ass slightly, offering myself, making it as obvious as I could. I sighed into the night air, betraying the double delight of a throbbing cock twitching inside me and a tongue fucking my ass. I began a slow, rhythmic rise and fall on Eric, my hands still on his chest, conscious of him below me, straining to lift his head as far as possible to watch his tool being repeatedly devoured by my increasingly squelching, steaming pussy. Then I heard a belt buckle and zipper in action behind me as the tongue rimmed and fucked my ass. The tonguing stopped and I felt him clamber on to the table behind me, his hands on my hips and a hard cock against my buttock. Ian I was just manoeuvring my knees into position. "Wait," she hissed urgently. "You need to be wet." She raised herself off the guy lying down and reached down between her legs with her hand, signalling that I should aim for her pussy. I slid straight in and, shit, was she hot and wet. I had to tell her so. I'm not sure if she appreciated it, but I didn't really care. I reached round and grab her pert tits, squeezing as she gyrated on my cock, coating me for what was to follow, perhaps – I'd like to think – enjoying a bigger tool inside her than what was on offer down below. She moved and moved, her hand arced round and clasping my thigh, holding me inside her as she wound up and up. She hadn't complained about my hands on her so I directed both of them to her tits, leaning forward to kiss her neck, the smell of her hair mingling with the anal scents that were plastered around my mouth and nose. I saw beyond her shoulder that her husband was jacking off, watching us. Lucky guy having this minx around the house, I thought. Her gyrations got more pronounced – she seemed to be scooping as much of her mucus out of that pussy with my dick as she could – and then suddenly she pulled off me. She sat back on the guy led down on the bench, but her head was cocked sideways, trying to watch me slide in to her, anticipating, egging me on. I gently parted her cheeks and guided my glistening tool towards her hole. I pushed the head into it, nestling in her pungent warmth. It felt divine. She pushed back a little, seemingly hungry for more. Another inch disappeared. Pause. I checked she was OK, she said yes. I pushed more in but before I knew it I was all in and we held still. The tight, wet aromatic grip on my throbbing cock was out of this world. It was years since I'd had a girl in the ass, but this was something else. She was something else. Eric After she had guided me back inside her, I had the absolute pleasure of watching her face as the other guy pushed his cock in her ass. Her mouth went to make some unheard noise a few times, but each time pulled back, reshaping at the last moment to let out an urgent gasp. I could see his hands gripping her hips, I cupped her breasts. Finally he was all in, and I could feel him through some distant wall deep inside her sexual workings. We held still. She was breathing methodically, like she was trying not to hyperventilate. I felt the other cock twitch and move in her ass. I had been afraid for a while that I was going to cum too soon for her, and the sensation of another cock driving into her from behind was not going to help matters. Jane groaned. I whispered to myself, "Oh God I can feel him", the words escaping involuntarily. The other guy began to fuck her slowly, a few strokes in and out, gently. She began to move in response, and soon she was rising and falling on my own tingling cock again. She bent over a little, her hands gripping my shoulders. Hands appeared from behind her to clasp her breasts again. Her eyes were tightly shut, strands of hair were stuck in the corner of her open mouth as moans began squeezing out of her with each stronger thrust behind. A Dirtier Mind Ch. 02 He began pushing harder, pushing her on to me, banging her body on to mine. And I could hold on no longer. I didn't bother telling anyone that I was shooting streaks of cum inside her – I didn't think they would mind. Jane I felt like I was watching someone else. I looked across at Steve and he was just stood there under a tree, jacking off, watching me. I made a slutty face at him – this is for you darling. He acknowledged me. I threw myself into my pleasure. The cock in my ass felt huge to begin with – I felt so full, I felt like I needed to find a toilet. Having two cocks in me was a new thing for me, a new sensation that I was willingly swimming in. So nicely packed were my holes, so bursting with man, so charged at every nerve ending, that I had no idea what I would need do if I got to a toilet. I had a strange sensation that I couldn't explain, like there was a new bodily function that had been switched on deep inside me and I needed to relieve myself right now. I felt so full, so used, so sexual. I felt like a piece of meat, I felt like a goddess. Conflicting emotions swirled around my delirious head as I allowed these strangers to violate me. I placed my feet flat on the seating part of the bench, giving me more leverage to rise and fall on Eric as my ass was slowly and masterfully fucked. At one point I sank right on to Eric, almost close enough to kiss him again, as I was suddenly pushed down hard from behind, my ass-lover evidently wanting every millimetre of his throbbing tool buried in me, pressuring me downwards on the table. All three of us moaned in unison, but a moan didn't do it justice. I let out a cry – which of course only encouraged the big boy behind me. He began fucking harder, banging me into Eric. The hands that had been all over my tits and shoulders moved quickly to my hips, holding me steady for what was building up to be a merciless pounding. I hoped so, anyway. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he built up speed and strength. His animal-like grunts close to my ears only heightened the arousal. I repeatedly crashed down on to Eric, each time trying to maximise the contact with my clit, driving me on to my own orgasm. Eric was quietly cumming, I could feel him tense up suddenly. That turned me on even more, knowing that his cum would very soon be leaking from me all around his cock as I was bounced up and down on him. He just needed to stay hard, both of them sliding in and out of me and pressing inside against my aching walls until I was finished. Steve I felt like he was going to cum just from visual stimulation. Jane was being double-fucked on a picnic bench right before my eyes. And she was loving it, that was obvious. The three of them weren't making a lot of noise, but one particular shriek from Jane had attracted a couple of passers-by. They approached through the gloom and stopped 20ft or so away, watching the open-air sex show. One guy copied me, releasing his cock through his fly and beginning to stroke slowly as he watched Jane lose herself in abandon, and listened to her moans, growls, slaps and squelches. The second guy evidently wanted in on the action. He quickly removed his shoes and jeans, pulled his dick through the fly of his boxer shorts and climbed on to the seat next to Jane. She hadn't noticed. Another cock was inches from her face, but she was only stirred from her distracted ecstasy when she realised there was an extra pair of hands groping her tits. She opened her eyes and whimpered at the sight before her. I couldn't tell if it was a whimper of delight, resignation, desire or what – but I was passed caring, frankly. She reached out for the cock with her hand, clumsily planting her mouth around it a few times and giving it a cursory suck. She lost her balance and fell lob-sided on to Eric, unable to lift herself up and down with one hand. The guy fucking her ass took his hands from her hips and hooked them under Jane's underarms, hoisting her up, holding her. He began driving even quicker, more frantically, driving himself to his own conclusion. The guy stood on the bench grabbed Jane's hair and turned her head, pushing his stiff cock into her open mouth. Her groans seemed more urgent, louder, rattling through her teeth on to the cock that fucked her mouth. I could hear her panting through her nose as she was rutted from behind, my mind picturing her ass being worked into a saggy loose mess of a hole, brown smears on his dick betraying her loss of feeling and control in her ass. Eric I felt like I was going to cum again. Her slim, curvy body slamming against me. Her mouth hungrily fucking a long, thin cock right above me. She was slobbering like some sex-crazed great dane, streams of saliva falling on to my shirt from her mouth as she panted on to the dick. She was a hell of a sight, held upright by arms from behind, her tits now glistening with sweat. I could still feel the pounding she was getting inside, and her beautiful, beautiful pussy was so wet and loose now that if it hadn't been for the cock banging against me through her deepest walls, I'm not sure I'd have known for sure whether I was in her or not. Jane was almost wailing, or it would have been a wail if her mouth had been free to do so. But as she seemed to be approaching a crescendo, she was halted by a splutter and choke. He was cumming in her mouth. He held her head in place as he unloaded, and I watched mesmerised, imagining shot after shot blasting the rear of her mouth. I could see her throat busy swallowing in the half-light, before the cock made one last thrust in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and prompting her to gag. She wrenched her head free and turned away from the cock, coughing, and two huge gloops of cum to dropped on to me. Ian "Someone rub my clit," she hissed between coughs, wiping the juice from her lips. The new guy, took the hand that had been groping her tits as he came in her mouth and swiftly sent it south, hunting out her swollen clit to be pressed, rubbed. Her moans immediately became lower and sexier. I had almost stopped fucking her, trying to hold on make this last as long as possible. I was just slowly, slightly moving in and out of her ass, but she leant back into me a little, both her hands wandering to my thighs as if holding me in her. She almost stood, her head against my shoulder. I could smell cum on her face. I was seconds away from filling her asshole. Jane I was drowning, my head spinning. I felt sticky and messy and numb. I could feel the cock in my ass, picking up speed again, and I tried to squeeze him but I just couldn't tell if I was functioning or not. I couldn't tell whether Eric was in me or not – my pussy was just a mess of pre-orgasm emptiness. I felt the arms holding me upright hold me tighter and his thrusts into me suddenly became staccato and sharp. I dug my nails into his thigh as I felt him shoot deep into my ass. I could smell my own ass now and then as he crawled over my back, his arms locking me against him, his mouth on my neck, his nose in my ear, his seed deep inside me. I couldn't hear him cry out, all I could hear was the noise inside my own head. It was black whether my eyes were open or closed. The finger on my clit was strumming me fast and hard and the man behind me was panting in my ear and the man below me was squeezing my tits as they rose and fell in the cool air and I came. Harder than I ever have before. Steve We sat in the car, alone again. Her breathing was about returning to normal in the darkness. Our friends had disappeared into the trees, a very satisfied bunch. "What now Stevie," she whispered. She stank of cum and sex and sweat. I had sprayed another load across the grass outside 10 minutes ago as I watched her pass out. When she came she just blacked out and collapsed, head lolling to one side on Ian's shoulder as he held her up and the other guy rubbed her clit. I watched it happen and I myself came. Did that make me a bad husband? They didn't seem to notice, or mind. And I eventually stepped in, watching as two cum-smeared cocks slipped out of her, and her body involuntarily expelled the air that had built up inside her. I lay her down on the grass and slapped her gently. She came round with a smile on her face. I didn't want to have sex with her. I wanted to go home and jack off in private. I wanted to write it all down somewhere so that I didn't forget it. I clapped three times, releasing her from the spell. She paused. She bent down and fished her panties from the footwell of the car, discarded earlier. She pulled them up. "Shit I left my bra out there somewhere," she said. "Shall I go and get it?" "I don't think you'd be safe out there now Jane, word will have got around!" She laughed a dirty laugh. "That was amazing," she whispered as she leant over to kiss me. "I wish I could tell you how fantastic that felt. God am I some sort of slut these days or what?" A Dirtier Mind Ch. 03 "Wow! Where the hell did you find her? She's off the scale!" Chris's eyes were wide with horror. He screeched again as best he could through the gaffer tape. Shelley was absent-mindedly stroking the end of the riding crop along the underside of his semi-hard dick, her head cocked towards the muffled noises next door, her eyes staring blankly at the smooth plaster of the wall. Another giggle from Jane crept through the air to them, and Shelley's face turned back to Chris, a wicked smile on her lips as he continued his futile struggle against the leather straps. She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. "Well wouldn't it just be the cherry on the cake if you came while you listened to them?" she smiled up at him as she tossed the riding crop on the floor and slowly repositioned herself between his splayed legs. He struggled some more, cried some more through the layers of tape. She squeezed again, kissed his balls. She was making him harder, he couldn't stop nature taking its course. She licked him from his balls to the tip of his stiffening cock, her eyes fixed on his despairing stare. "Fuck! It doesn't get any more 'dom' than this," she whispered, before they both turned towards the wall, listening as the bed next door begin to squeak in a clear rhythm. "I can't believe you're going to cum down my throat while your wife is doing that. This is soooo bad." With that his cock disappeared slowly into her expert mouth. No slurps, no moans, no gasps. She sucked as silently as she could so nothing could come between them and their twisted soundtrack. ---------------------- The trigger word Chris that had got implanted in Jane was still working fine, more than a year since their innocently-booked trip to the hypnotist yielded such a debauched extra benefit. "Slut." One little word had brought a huge amount of fun. All Chris had to do was say it and Jane would do anything to sate herself, to please him. Nothing was beyond limits while she felt that hunger. Then three rapid claps from Chris and it was all over -- she would calmly wipe the cum from her mouth, or pick up her panties from the floor, and re-apply her lip gloss. "Shouldn't we get going now darling?" He had applied her to almost every sex game and act of depravity imaginable. Just the two of them or with others -- once she was under she didn't seem to care who she was with. Bondage, dogging, group sex, exhibitionism, toilet, dirty talk, film-making, threesomes... you name it, they had experimented with it. Shelley was the fourth escort they had hired for a threesome and each time they were progressing further up the kinkometer scale. She was a professional dom. There would be a period of time when Chris would be bound tightly to the bed, made to watch the ladies as they had fun, occasionally being pleasured himself. If he started giving orders he would be gagged, he was warned. "I decide who cums and when," Shelley's email had read. The plan (Chris's plan) was that she was to stay with them all night, their bodies still intertwined and slapping against each other when dawn broke. She arrived at 7pm, immaculately dressed and made up, with a suitably large bag containing, he assumed, her tools of the trade. Jane knew who was coming to visit, but was not yet in 'slut' mode and therefore a little nervous. Upstairs in the bedroom, she finished off her make-up, tied her hair up simply, took a deep breath and went down to meet the guest. She had enjoyed the previous two threesomes thoroughly, so much so that she needed no persuading to try it again. But why had she suddenly become so promiscuous? What had got into her? It troubled her sometimes. She felt perfectly normal usually, no drifting off to debauched fantasies at her desk -- but then when they began playing she turned into an animal. Perhaps it was down to hormones, Chris had suggested. Maybe. Still, at least she was only suffering an increased sex drive and not depression or worse. Chris had explained to Shelley that Jane would no doubt be a tad nervous at first, but a few glasses of wine would "loosen her up". They both smiled at the turn of phrase. Shelley sat on the couch, immediately at ease and confident. What a pro, he thought, and went to open a bottle of wine. Soon they were chatting -- the weather, TV, London transport, clothes, lingerie, sex and then -- a few ground rules. Shelley downed the last of her wine and stood. "Right well I'm going to slip into something less comfortable," she laughed. "Which room?" "Use ours, the third door." She turned and picked her bag up from the hall on her way upstairs. They heard the bedroom door click shut and looked at each other. "Slut," Chris said. And she was away. Within seconds she was in his lap and her tongue was down his throat. "What do you want me to do to her, lover?" she whispered as she chewed on his ear lobe. "I think that will be up to you two tonight. I want to be tied up and made to watch." "Mmmmmmm... you kinky fucker." "Takes one to know one." ---------------------- He savoured the taste of Shelley's pussy on his wife's mouth, the kiss lingering, held in position, hardly any movement apart from him subtly shifting his mouth to seek out the corners where he had yet to tap into the taste of the other woman's sweet juice. His cock was hard and he had yet to cum, the women having pleasured each other right above him and next to him, occasionally squeezing or briefly sucking his cock to let him know that they were aware of his presence. At once point they adjourned to the bathroom and he could hear them giggling, kissing, whispering. For five minutes he strained to hear, catch a clue of what was going on, his cock throbbing, his wrists and ankles bound all too professionally to the wrought iron bed frame. "How about bringing that in here girls? Isn't that the idea?" he called across the landing. They reappeared and Shelley picked a riding crop up from the floor and gave him a quick whack across the front of his thighs. "Remember the rules -- if you give any orders I'll gag you so that you can't do it again. This is your first and only warning. You do it again and..." She made a zip movement across her mouth. "Sorry Shelley," he grinned, trying not to let on how much his legs smarted from the crack he received. Five minutes later Jane was sucking his cock and, beyond, Shelley was fucking her with a large black strap-on. He was bursting to cum after all the torment of the previous hour -- he would need very little further stimulation. He wanted to be inside Jane and feel Shelley fuck her in the ass. He muttered as much, almost without thinking, and Shelley suddenly stopped, pulling herself out of Jane, who made a sound of protest as she continued sucking on Chris's cock. "I warned you, Mister," Shelley said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a roll of gaffer tape. "Look I wasn't ordering I was..." He was cut off as a length of the silver tape was pressed over his mouth. She expertly tore off two more pieces for good measure and pressed them down hard before leaning down and mock-kissing his mouth -- or the area where his mouth once was. "Aw poor Chrissy," Jane was giggling at him. "Can I get the camera?" "Later," Shelley said. "I want to try my new toy on you. He can just watch." As Chris went through a pointless routine of muffled protest, Shelley climbed off the bed and bent over, pulling a large, double-headed vibrator from her bag. "Mmmmm," Jane murmured her approval. "Do you think I'll need to lube it up for you or not?" Jane leaned over and wrapped her mouth around the smaller dildo on the toy, mouth fucking it a few times and then spitting twice over the end, spreading it over the head with her fingers. "That's my girl," Shelley smiled, and indicated that she should turn round on to all fours so that Chris had a side-on view. He was still putting in a futile struggle against the restraints but they ignored him. Jane, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress and her knees sinking into it in between Chris's own knees, obediently opened her legs. Shelley, standing behind, took aim and slid her tool into Jane, the main probe entering her wet, loosened pussy first, the smaller anal appendage following soon after. Slowly she pushed in, with minimal problems, Jane subconsciously rising to meet the intrusions, easily taking them both in. Finally she let out a groan when she felt full. Shelley flicked two switches on the base and a gentle hum emanated from somewhere inside Jane's body. She groaned repeatedly. Chris had stopped struggling, and watched transfixed. Shelley pulled the toy out slightly, the squelch of Jane's wet holes suddenly the most audible noise in the room. Then she pushed back in, the buzz of the toy again muffled by the flesh swallowing it up. "Fuck, that's good," whispered Jane. Her eyes were closed, her head up, her ass up. Chris was hard again. "Oh God this won't take long," she said. Then the doorbell rang. It was roundly ignored, the two cream-coloured rubber cocks working their magic as they slid in and out of Jane. But it rang again and again. "Oh fuck off," Jane shouted, for the benefit of the room rather than the caller. Then the phone rang. When that wasn't answered, they heard Katy Perry playing downstairs -- the ringtone on Jane's phone. The cellphone rang out too, then the doorbell rang again. "Maybe you should go and get it," Shelley said. "It's obviously someone who knows you and who knows you are in. Just go and get rid of them. I'll give him a wank while we wait." Chris was shaking his head furiously. No way should she go to the door. "You don't want a wank? OK keep your full balls then," Shelley dismissed him with a wave of her free hand. The doorbell rang again, and then a knock. Jane was lost in some sort of trance, her rump gently rocking against the vibrator, a hum still deep inside her. "Jane?" Shelley flicked the switch to turn off the toy. "OK..." She extracted herself slowly from the vibrator and clambered rather unglamorously off the bed to the window to peer down at the front door. "This better be good, I'm so close." She parted the curtains with one finger and stood on tiptoes to see down to the door. "Oh bloody hell -- it's my fucking dad," she whispered. Then she froze, biting her lip as she peered down. She turned slowly to the bed where she met Chris's look of wide-eyed fear. "It's my fucking dad," she repeated, slower, with a smile. She skipped over to the wardrobe, opened it and pulled out her satin nightgown, throwing it on and then giving Shelley a deep, passionate kiss. "Help him out eh?" she smiled nodding at Chris and disappeared, closing the door behind her. Chris began to struggle again, pulling as hard as he could on the restraints. But these were top-of-the-range, leather, double-fastened. And they had been applied professionally. On a wrought iron bed frame. No escape. "So what should we do then 'Chrissy'?" Shelley smiled, putting the vibrator down on the floor. "I thought you liked being tied up." He was screaming behind the tape and thrashing on the bed as best he could. She must know that I want out now, he thought, she's just being a bitch. There was no way he could say the safe word they had agreed on, so what else could he do? Jane was going to try to fuck her dad unless he got his hands free and clapped them three times to break the spell. His only hope was that Bill ran a mile and never spoke to her again. That was the ideal solution right now. The only way out. He strained to hear and there was a conversation going on somewhere downstairs, but low-voiced and perfectly normal (he hoped). Shelley was tying her hair up and taking off her basque. "I have a regular vibrator... You like that up your ass Chris?" she smiled over at him. He shook his head furiously and screamed again, thrashed again. She lay down on the bed next to him as he tugged and twisted on the wrist straps, and began running her nails over his chest and stomach, kissing his ear and neck, licking his cheek, her hand wandering south to his cock once or twice, attempting to prick him into life. Footsteps on the stairs. Shelley stopped, her head raising and turning towards the closed door, now also straining to hear. Father and daughter went into the room next door, the door closed. Then a bang. Chris's heart was beating so loud he was sure Shelley must be able to hear it. Another bang. He was fixing the broken chest of drawers for her. A ruse to get him in the bedroom. Shit! He struggled again. "Sorry was I neglecting you?" Shelley whispered and wrapped her hand round his cock, squeezing and pulling at it, lulling it back into life despite his best efforts to fight it. Then a shout from next door. An exclamation. From Bill. Then silence. Unbearable silence. Just the sound of Shelley's mouth on his chest as she squeezed his dick. ---------------------- Jane led her dad into the back bedroom. "That one. I've asked my idiot boyfriend several times but he's being useless. Look I've even got the glue out for him." "Shouldn't be too hard to sort," Bill said, picking up the front of the drawer for father-like inspection and bending to examine the fitting. Jane sat down behind him on the bed. She was calm. Under the spell. No panic, no nerves, she just needed to fulfil another slutty need. The sluttiest yet. She waited until he had applied the glue to both parts of the broken drawer and silently, slowly, untied the belt around her red robe and stood up from the bed, letting it fall from her shoulders on to the floor. She was wet, her body was gasping for something -- anything. She thought she could almost hear the moisture between her legs as she took the two steps to her father. He was holding the drawer in place while the glue dried. She was now right behind him. She put her left hand on his waist and drew herself closer to him. He made a start, not realising she was right behind him. "What you doing?" he said, half-turning. Her right hand reached round and went straight for his crotch, squeezing him. He yelped in surprise, turning, letting go of the drawer, which fell behind him as he faced his daughter, pushing her away. "Jane what the heck are you doing?" He was visibly shocked to see that she was naked, his glance taking in her slender, curved body. "Something I should have done a long time ago daddy," she whispered and moved towards him again, reaching out to squeeze him again. "No! Why?" He pushed her away again. "Because I need it. And you need it." She wasn't going to give up yet. She sank slowly down to her knees without losing his gaze. She took two steps towards him on her knees, her hands reaching out to the outside of his thighs. "We both know mummy isn't keeping you happy. We should help each other." Her hands moved to his belt buckle, she looked up, teasingly biting her bottom lip and arching an eyebrow like some naughty teenager. He grabbed her hands and moved them away. "No... this isn't right." He walked past her to the window. She heard him take a deep breath. She sensed she was winning. She stood up and glided on to the bed, laying down on her back. She tilted towards him, propping her hand on her hand. She opened her legs and began to rub herself gently, pressing her clit, feeling it tingle into life once more. "No it isn't right daddy... often the best things are not right." She let out a soft moan, making it clear to him what she was doing behind his back. She closed her eyes and continued gently massaging her clit, dipping down occasionally to spread the excess juice from her pussy over it. She heard him move and opened her eyes. He was watching. They watched each other for a few seconds while she played with herself. She watched his eyes take in her naked body. At first he didn't know where to look, but eventually his gaze was fixed on her hand working sensually between her legs less than five feet away. "Will you let me have it?" she whispered. She took his silence as a yes. She reached out her right hand to him and he stepped forward. As he did so she swivelled slowly on the bed so that her head was right in front of his crotch. She waited for him to take off his trousers but he waited for her to act, so she propped herself on her elbow and unfastened the buckle, pushing his pants and underwear towards the floor together. A semi-hard cock bobbed in her face. She kissed it on the end and giggled. Bill's eyes were darting between his daughter's face as she looked up at him and her perfect naked, ass just itching to be grabbed. He watched her kiss his cock two, three, four times then her eyes closed and her lips parted and he was in her mouth and Oh My God. He said the words aloud. He stiffened fully in a matter of seconds, groaning loudly. Jane giggled again and began to get up. She got on to all fours and turned right round on the bed, presenting herself to her father. She looked to her left, into the closet mirror. "Fuck me daddy," she whispered, her eyes narrowing. He hadn't noticed she was looking at him in the mirror, he stood there between her feet, his knees pressed against the side of the bed, gazing down at the perfect 28-year-old body squatting in readiness below him. She rocked back and forth, deliberately nudging his cock with the back of her thigh. "Fuck me," she whispered again, more urgently. He moved forwards. His cock slid between her legs, seeking out her hungry hole immediately. She gasped as she watched. His hands moved to her waist, holding her as he slowly pulled out for the first time and pushed back in. She gasped again and tossed her hair to one side, turning right round to look him in the eye. "I want to feel you cum," she whispered. Her hands slowly slid forward along the sheets until she was stretched out, gripping the edge of the bed, bent further forward, her ass raised. Her knees pushed out a little more, opening her body up more for him. He began thrusting in and out of her, his hands all over her. He was away in a world in which he was fucking a filthy, slutty version of the beautiful girl he married all those years ago. His knees were soon on the bed and the mattress below began creaking to the rhythm of their fucking. She grunted every time he thrust into her dripping hole, her little feet raising off the bed as he pushed and banged and fucked her. ---------------------- "Wow! Where the hell did you find her? She's off the scale!" Chris's eyes were wide with horror. He screeched again as best he could through the gaffer tape. Shelley was absent-mindedly stroking the end of the riding crop along the underside of his semi-hard dick, her head cocked towards the muffled noises next door, her eyes staring blankly at the smooth plaster of the wall. Another giggle from Jane crept through the air to them, and Shelley's face turned back to Chris, a wicked smile on her lips as he continued his futile struggle against the leather straps. She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. "Well wouldn't it just be the cherry on the cake if you came while you listened to them?" she smiled up at him as she tossed the riding crop on the floor and slowly repositioned herself between his splayed legs. He struggled some more, cried some more through the layers of tape. She squeezed again, kissed his balls. She was making him harder, he couldn't stop nature taking its course. She licked him from his balls to the tip of his stiffening cock, her eyes fixed on his despairing stare. "Fuck! It doesn't get any more 'dom' than this," she whispered, before they both turned towards the wall, listening as the bed next door begin to squeak in a clear rhythm. A Dirtier Mind Ch. 03 "I can't believe you're going to cum down my throat while your wife is doing that. This is soooo bad." With that his cock disappeared slowly into her expert mouth. No slurps, no moans, no gasps. She sucked as silently as she could so nothing could come between them and their twisted soundtrack. ---------------------- "Jane!" It was the only word he'd uttered, and she knew it must mean he was going to cum. "Ah yes daddy!" she responded. "Yes!" She squeezed his cock inside her, wanting to draw every last drop of his cum into her. He gripped her waist harder, then collapsed over her back, one hand landing on the bed by her side to support him. His face buried in her hair, he half-screamed as he pushed into her more urgently, subconsciously trying to probe deeper into her body as he deposited his load. She felt twitch as he came. "You're cumming in me. Oh God I can feel it..." ---------------------- Shelley sucked hard and long. He was going to blow any second, hours of teasing had seen to that. They heard a shout. Then Jane's voice scream "Yes daddy!". Shelley looked up at Chris but her mouth didn't leave his cock. He had ceased to struggle -- there was no way she would let him go. And then he came, repeatedly in Shelley's mouth, seven or eight thick shots that had been building up all day. Wasted in this evil hooker's mouth while his girlfriend fucked her own father. Shelley spat a mouthful of cum on to Chris's stomach. She crawled up the bed and gleefully ripped the gaffer tape from his mouth. "Ow!" he growled almost involuntarily. "So -- what was it you were trying to tell me honey?" Shelley smiled.