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Lara and Christina Ch. 01

By: 0131aj



Lara knew there was never a good time to be summoned to Matron's office but, with the threat of job cuts in the current economic climate, she knew she was right to be worried. She had worked hard ever since she had been employed in the nursing home and had become one of the senior members of staff. She was desperate to hold on to her job and knew she would do anything to keep it.

As she tentatively knocked on Matron's office doors, she felt a momentary shiver run over her body as she heard the older woman's voice order her to wait. Matron sounded a bit breathless but that wasn't something Lara had time to worry about; she was much more concerned that her boss sounded angry. She tried to imagine what she could have done to get into trouble but knew that she had done her best for her patients and her colleagues. There were a couple of them that she was particularly close to and, even though she struggled to admit it, there were a few of the girls that she looked forward to meeting in the changing room when they were all putting on their uniforms. Lara had never thought about other girls before she started in this job but, now, seeing these pretty girls in their underwear every day left her hot and bothered and she knew there were times when her pussy began to moisten and she could often feel the tell-tale damp patches in the crotch of her knickers. 

She was startled when the door was opened, not by Matron, but by the home's owner, Mr James Sanderson, a middle aged man of about fifty whom Lara had only ever spoken to once. He was often dropping into the home unannounced but the staff didn't speak to him. He was always taken straight through to Matron's office and not seen again for hours. The rest of the staff presumed he was discussing business related details with Matron but Lara knew otherwise. She had inadvertently walked in on them one day when she had to retrieve the drug cupboard key from the office and she didn't know anyone else was in there. What she saw when she opened the door had been imprinted on her mind ever since. Matron was kneeling under her desk, between the open legs of Mr Sanderson, clearly sucking his fat cock. What was even more shocking was that Matron was naked from the waist down and her big, fat arse showed the marks of a very recent spanking, the big red hand prints clearly visible. Lara had stood in the doorway, stunned by what she saw, then reacted in terror when Mr Sanderson looked up from his blowjob and roared at her to get out. Now this same man was sneering at her before he opened the door wide to allow Lara to enter. He closed the door behind her and the poor woman didn't notice that he silently turned the key and locked it. Lara stood trembling in front of Matron's large desk, her head bowed, certain that the home owner's presence meant that she was about to lose her job.

Surprisingly, Matron smiled at the terrified woman standing in front of her. Lara knew that smile, however, and knew that the older woman was drinking in every inch of her trembling body with her eyes. She looked her up and down, taking her time as her eyes moved over Lara's chest and down below. The poor woman could feel herself burning with embarrassment as her boss seemed to be stripping her with her eyes, leaving her naked and nervous.

"I'm afraid we are going to have to let some of the staff go, Lara, and we wanted to let you know first as you are such a valuable member of the team. We would like to keep you here but we may have to ask you to take on some extra duties. How would you feel about that?" 

Lara was delighted; she wasn't going to lose her job after all. She might have to work harder and longer but she would manage that somehow. The important thing was that Matron seemed to be happy with her and she, herself, was delighted. She relaxed for the first time since she had received her summons to the office and smiled her beautiful smile back at Matron.

"Thank you, Matron. You won't be sorry. I'll do anything you ask, anything at all. You only have to ask."

"I'm delighted to hear this, Lara. I knew I could rely on you. Now the first of your new duties is to give Mr Sanderson a blowjob. If you satisfy him and make him cum then we will let you know what else we will expect from you."

Lara's delight evaporated and she stood there staring at her boss. How could she even ask such a thing? She knew Lara was a respectable wife and mother and didn't do these kinds of things. Even when Lara had caught some of the other staff kissing and cuddling in the changing room, she had been excited but she knew she would never be brave enough to do anything like that. She could feel the tears starting to build in her eyes. Was she going to fail at the very first step?

"Please, Matron, please don't ask me to do this. You know I am a good woman. I don't do things like this. Please don't ask me to do this."

Matron listened to the poor woman's pleas feeling nothing but power. There was no pity, no mercy but, in fact, she did feel something else -- she felt excited. Lara had been a favourite of hers ever since she had employed her and now she was about to become her plaything. 

"Very well, Lara. If you are not prepared to do some simple things to save your job then I will find someone else who will. I am sure there are more than a few sluts working here who would love to give our generous benefactor a few moments of pleasure. I had hoped that we could work on this together but I can see that I was wrong. You may see yourself out."

The older woman returned to reading something on her desk while Lara stood there, rooted to the spot. How could she do this? How could she betray everything she knew to be right and suck another man's cock? But she knew how much she needed this job; she knew she couldn't afford to lose it and she knew, although she didn't know why, that her pussy was dripping.

Matron forced herself to concentrate on the papers in front of her. She wasn't reading anything; in fact, the words were swimming in front of her, so glazed were her eyes with the lust that Lara always seemed to arouse in her. After what seemed like an eternity to both women, she looked up.

"Are you still here, Lara? I thought I told you to leave. Close the door behind you."

Lara stood with her head bowed and forced the words out of her hesitant mouth.

"I'll do it."

"Do what, Lara?"

"I'll give Mr Sanderson a blowjob."

Matron smiled. It had been a lot easier than she had imagined. She couldn't wait to see this younger beauty with her lips stretched around the owner's fat cock. She knew it was fat because her own lips had been stretched around it on more than one occasion and she felt a twinge of jealousy that his attention would now be centred on someone else but she knew this was only the first step and that they were both going to have a lot of fun with this beautiful woman.

Trying to appear calm about the whole situation, she indicated with her hands that Lara should turn around and get on with her new duties. Lara, in turn, turned nervously to face the man who seemed to hold so much power over her and her colleagues. He was much older than Lara and much older than her husband but she told herself that he would understand why she was going to do this. Not that she had any intention of ever telling him what her "new duties" had forced her to do. Just as she was about to kneel down in front of him, however, her whole body shaking and her pussy tingling like never before, he stopped her.

"Not so fast. If you are going to keep your job then you must realise that you will have to do exactly what Matron and I tell you to do, without hesitation. If you don't, then you will have to be punished. Do you understand?"

Lara didn't understand any of this. She had been prepared to work as hard as Matron demanded but she had thought that meant office work or extra hours with the residents. She had even forced herself into believing that it was necessary to give this powerful man a blowjob to save her career. But what could he possibly mean by "punished"?

She meekly nodded her head and turned again to Matron. Once more the older woman was smiling and Lara knew this wasn't a smile that she was pleased to see. Her boss got up from her desk and walked round to stand beside her new toy. She took the frightened woman by the hand and led her closer to the front of the large wooden desk that dominated her office. Placing Lara's hands on the edge of the desk, she stood behind her and reached round to undo the drawstring on the waistband of the trembling woman's uniform trousers. Lara instinctively brought her hands off the desk and tried to stop her but Matron simply slapped her hands away. Opening the drawstring, she slid the trousers over her reluctant employee's hips and slowly down her gorgeous bottom cheeks. 

Lara trembled in shame and lust, her head bowed, as the black stockings and the white thong that she would never normally wear to work were exposed. She was going out to dinner straight after work and she wanted to give her husband a nice surprise when he ran his hands up her skirt as he always did. She trembled too at the fact that her tiny thong had buried itself between her cheeks; she could feel it pressing against her dirtiest hole and she knew it must look like her bottom was naked to the evil man and woman behind her. 

Kneeling down behind her, her nose inches from Lara's beautiful cheeks, Matron was amazed and delighted to smell the unmistakeable aroma of the younger woman's arousal and was barely able to stop herself from attacking her dripping pussy immediately. She knew, however, that Mr Sanderson was in charge of this situation and she proceeded to undress her member of staff. Slipping off Lara's flat shoes, she pulled her trousers down and tugged them over her feet, lifting one at a time. Lara couldn't hold back a sob as she felt her boss reach up once more and pull her thong from between her cheeks, peeling it from her soaking pussy lips and down over her stocking-clad legs. 

"I'll take those, Matron," said Mr Sanderson from behind them. He had patiently waited as the older woman had stripped Lara from the waist down, enjoying the show, and took the obviously sodden garment from her outstretched hand. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, his cock springing to attention as he smelled for the first time the musky aroma of her cunt.

Lara's tear were flowing now as Matron took her by the hips and pulled her back a few steps. Forcing the younger woman to adopt the position she knew he preferred her to be in when he had spanked her in the past. Her own arse cheeks had only just recovered from her last spanking and her pussy was as wet as Lara's at the thought that this time she would be the one doing the spanking.

Mr Sanderson came round from behind them and sat down at Matron's desk, still holding Lara's tiny thong to his face. She dared to glance at him and could see the tent in the front of his trousers and shuddered at the thought of still having to suck that cock after her punishment. She hated what she was being made to do but she couldn't deny that at that very moment she could feel her juices running down her thighs. She wondered how she would ever be able to ask him for the return of her knickers. 

Her thoughts were brought back to reality with a bump when she suddenly felt Matron's calloused hands caressing her bum. Lara knew men lusted after her bum and knew her husband loved it but it was very strange to feel a woman caressing her there. The caressing wasn't to last long, though, and she cried out when Matron's hand came down hard and savage on her cheeks for the first time. She had been spanked before, playfully, by her husband but nothing had prepared her for this. 

Blow upon blow rained down, one cheek after the other, until a very red tinge spread across her rear end and she wept even more. After each blow she dared to think that this one would be the last but Matron was obviously enjoying herself as much as Lara was hurting. Finally, just when she didn't think she could take any more, Matron stopped. The older woman would have loved to continue but Mr Sanderson was becoming impatient and that was never a good thing. 

Matron took the younger woman by the hand and led her round the desk until they were both standing to the side of Mr Sanderson. He pushed back the high backed leather chair that he was sitting in, Matron's chair, and the older woman grabbed Lara by the shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She couldn't believe she was doing this and, even though her bottom was red and aching, even though her pussy was throbbing and dripping, she reached over and unzipped Mr Sanderson's trousers. Reaching in, she pulled out his huge cock; at least Lara thought it was huge -- she didn't have much to compare it with; the only other cock she had ever seen so close was her husband's. As Matron took hold of her neck and pushed her head forward, Lara opened her sweet mouth and sank her lips down the hard cock that she now held in her hand. Matron couldn't believe how much of it seemed to be going in to the younger woman's open mouth and, once again, felt the rise of her jealousy at not being the one whose lips were wrapped around Mr Sanderson's rigid cock. 

Lara had opened her mouth as wide as she could but still didn't seem able to swallow as much of him as Mr Sanderson wanted. She knew what she had to do and tried to make him cum with her hands moving up and down quickly without talking him any deeper but he could see exactly what she was doing and slapped her hands away. With a nod to Matron, the older woman knelt down behind her employee and reached between the younger woman's legs. 

Matron knew their new plaything was dripping; how could she not be? Her own pussy was just as wet as Lara's and she longed to pay it some attention but she knew what was expected of her at this point and concentrated on Mr Sanderson's instructions. When she brought her right hand down to touch Lara's slit she knew that she was already wet but couldn't believe how much her juices were flowing. When her left hand reached round and began to play with her aching clit, Lara moaned around the owner's cock so deeply that they both thought the girl was going to cum there and then. 

As Lara was distracted by her own impending orgasm, Mr Sanderson took the chance to plunge his hard cock all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull back but he grabbed her by the hair and proceeded to fuck her mouth with ever increasing force. She had never had anyone's cock so deep in her mouth before and she struggled to breathe. Matron continued to use her fingers between Lara's legs as she tried to prise this evil man's hands from her hair. He was too strong for her, however, and too intent in his thrusting to even notice her vain attempts to make him stop. 

He kept thrusting in and out of her battered lips until she felt his cock swell in her mouth and the first shots of his cum hit the back of her throat. Still he kept thrusting as her mouth filled with cum and she tried desperately to avoid swallowing it. It started to pour out of our mouth down the sides of his cock but still he kept cumming. Pulling out of her, he held her head in front of him with one hand while he wanked the last spurt over her face, finally wiping his dripping cock across her cheeks.  

"Swallow it," he commanded and, even before Matron abandoned her work at Lara's pussy to hold up her chin and pinch her nose, the poor woman knew she had no choice but to swallow. She did so and, as the tears streamed from her eyes, she tasted the spunk of only the second man ever to have cum in her mouth.

"Well done, Lara. What a wonderful cocksucker you turned out to be. Your new duties are almost over for today. My niece is joining the staff today and I have decided that you are the one who should take care of her and show her how to be as good as you. You may leave now. Please close the door behind you; Matron and I will review your performance."

Lara sobbed as she slipped on her trousers and shoes. She still didn't have her knickers but there was no way she wanted to stay any longer in this room. She only hoped that her juices wouldn't stain her uniform trousers because Lara knew she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life and, without any knickers on, there was nothing to catch her pouring juices. Matron smiled at her as she unlocked the door and watched as the poor woman began crying again as she ran to the staff toilet to try to compose herself before she had to face her colleagues. She dreaded bumping into anyone before she had the chance to clean her face and wipe the cum smears from her cheeks. 

She made it into the changing room just in time and locked herself in one of the toilet cubicles. How could she ever have got herself into such a situation? More importantly, how was she ever going to get herself out of it? Perhaps if she was especially nice to Mr Sanderson's niece then he would excuse her from her "new duties". As her sobs finally eased, but not her bottom, she pulled herself together and unlocked the cubicle door. There standing waiting for her was a young girl of about eighteen.

"Hi, I'm Christina. Are you Lara? My uncle said you were going to teach me what to do."

Part 2

Lara stared at the young girl in shock and bewilderment. She hadn't even begun to think about Mr Sanderson's niece. She was still coming to terms with the fact that she had been spanked and that she had just swallowed a load of cum from the home's owner. Now she was faced with the sudden arrival of this stunningly beautiful young girl. 

Suddenly Lara felt the anger rise from deep within her. She wasn't the kind of woman who got angry easily but she had been used and abused in Matron's office and now she was expected to teach this innocent girl all she knew about how to look after the residents. Even worse, she knew that the rest of the staff would resent the fact that some of them were about to lose their jobs while this girl was about to be given a new one. She feared that her friends would turn against her too, seeing her as someone who was taking the side of management just to secure her own job. If they only knew what she had had to endure at the hands of Matron and Mr Sanderson, they wouldn't be so quick to judge but Lara knew no-one must ever find out about what had happened to her today.

Almost unconsciously, she scowled at Christina at told her that she would be expected to pull her weight and would not be treated any differently just because she was the owner's niece.

"The first thing you will have to do is to change into the same uniform as the rest of us. You can't possibly work dresses like that."

Christina bowed her head, embarrassed at her school uniform. When her mother had informed her this morning that she was going to gain some work experience at her uncle's nursing home, she knew she didn't have time to change. She had gone to her first lesson at school then informed her teacher that she would be absent for the rest of the week. Not wanting to be late she had chose to walk from school but now she was hot and bothered and this woman was not being as nice as her uncle had promised. If anything, although she was a beautiful woman, she was quite stern and Christina felt very intimidated. She marched along behind the other woman, trying to keep up with her brisk pace, and followed her into what turned out to be the staff changing room. 

Lara took another look at the young girl, sizing her up, deciding what size of uniform she would need. Selecting a pair of trousers and a top from the uniform store, she handed them to Christina.

"You can change here," she growled at the frightened young girl.

Christina took the proffered clothes but simply stared, bewildered, at the older woman. Did she really expect her to get changed here? In front of her? Christina had never felt comfortable about changing in front of the other girls at school and used to wear her gym kit under her uniform whenever was necessary.


Lara and Christina Ch. 01



"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day to wait for you. Get changed."

Christina blushed and realised that she was in an adult world now and could see all the other members of staff had obviously got changed here in this room. Their clothes hung on the various hooks dotted around the room and she knew she was going to have to do the same if she was to become a member of the staff here. 

Slowly undoing her school tie, she pulled it from the collar of her white school blouse and hung it on an empty hook. Daring a quick glance at the other woman standing no more than a couple of feet away, she began to open the buttons on her blouse. Moving down from the top, she could her cheeks burning red as she pulled the blouse from her skirt and slipped it off her shoulders.

Lara watched, mesmerised, as the girl did as she was told. She had always been submissive in nature herself and she felt a strange tingle between her legs at suddenly being the one who gave the orders. The fact that the young girl hanging up her school blouse had the most gorgeous small breasts only excited her even more. Christina's plain, white bra was obviously made for school but Lara thought it was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen.

Christina's red cheeks only started to calm down a little as she pulled her uniform top over her head and covered herself up once again. Her pleasure was short lived, however, as she realised she would now have to remove her school skirt. Blushing bright red once more, she reached round and opened the button on her waistband. No longer wanting to even think about the woman standing beside her, she wiggled her hips from side to side as the tight skirt slid down her legs and fell to the floor.

Lara couldn't tear her eyes from the girl's plain white knickers as she turned around to hide her embarrassment and bent down to pull on her uniform trousers. Just for a moment the plain white cotton was stretched across the schoolgirl's firm bottom and it took all her strength not to reach out and grab those delicious looking cheeks. She could feel herself soaking her own knickers even more than she had earlier and marvelled at the effect this young girl was having on her. She had secretly lusted after some of her colleagues here in the changing room before, never even admitting to herself that it was the other girls who were turning her on.; but no-one had ever aroused her like this beautiful girl and she was almost sorry that Christina now turned to face her fully clothed.

For the rest of the day, Christina followed her mentor around the nursing home like a lapdog, trying her best to please the older woman but fearing that she was continually falling short of Lara's high standards. By the time it came to go home, she was exhausted and even more embarrassed than she had been in the changing room. Some of the elderly male patients seemed to realise immediately that she was new and tried every trick in the book to get the chance to grab her bottom or look down her top. She had never realised it would be so hard to work here but she had more trial to face; she had to return to the changing room.

Following Lara in once again she was dismayed to see the room was full of grown women in various stages of undress. She could feel herself turning red, even more so when the room turned quiet and the other women turned to face her. After a long moment the rest of the staff resumed their conversations, albeit slightly muted, and Christina could still feel their eyes upon her.

Taking her lead from Lara, just as she had done all day, she began to get changed, keeping her head down but daring to look across at her newest friend. She had sought the older woman's approval all day and, without admitting it to herself, had looked forward to this moment when she would maybe catch a glimpse of Lara in just her bra and knickers. 

Lara was used to this environment and thought nothing of changing in front of the other girls. This new girl, however, had stirred feelings in her that she had rarely felt before and they seemed to be stirring most in her moist pussy. Added to this, she knew Mr Sanderson still held her knickers and wondered how she could change from her uniform trousers into her jeans without Christina noticing. Deciding that the only way was to do it as quick as possible and hope that the girl was too busy changing into her own modest clothes to look at her.

Christina, however, did notice; and she wasn't the only one. There were gasps of astonishment around the room as Lara's bare bottom and pussy were exposed. Her face burned bright red but she forced herself to ignore the stares and pull her jeans on to cover her most private parts. 

Christina only had a very brief glimpse but the older woman's gorgeous bottom and sweet pussy started feelings between her legs that she had only ever dreamed about. Other girls at school had boasted about how great it was when their boyfriends touched them between their legs but Christina was a good girl and had never allowed anyone to touch her there. 

Both of them finished getting ready and made their way out. As soon as the door closed behind them the other girls started talking very excitedly. They had all seen Lara getting changed in the morning because they all loved to secretly watch their colleague strip down to her underwear. They were full of lust for her gorgeous body and, even though Lara was totally unaware of the effect she had on them, they looked forward every morning to see which of her tiny thongs would be caressing her pussy so tightly. 

Lara made her way to her car and was surprised that Christina followed her to the care park. As she unlocked the door she looked quizzically at the younger girl standing on the other side.

"Uncle said you would drive me home," stammered the hesitant girl.

Lara threw her bag into the back seat of the car in a rage. She knew she had no choice but to do as the poor girl had suggested and turned on the ignition while Christina got in beside her. The younger girl could see that her new colleague was angry again but had no idea why so didn't attempt to make conversation other than to give directions to her lavish home.

As they drove up the drive way, Lara marveled at the size of the house and presumed the girl must still be living with her parents but, even so, it was very impressive. As she stopped outside the massive front door, Christina gathered all her courage and leaned over to plant a small kiss on Lara's cheek. Before the older woman could react, she was out the door and skipping up the steps to the grand house.

"See you tomorrow, Lara. Thank you."

Lara couldn't trust herself to speak. She spun the car round, her face burning, the imprint of those soft lips imprinted on her cheek and in her mind. Between her legs was tingling too and she knew that her jeans would have to go straight into the wash when she got home. 

The next day passed uneventfully. Neither of them mentioned the kiss, but both of them cast secret glances towards their colleague in the changing room at the beginning and end of the shift. Christina couldn't have noticed but Lara had been watching the girl all day and her knickers were soaking. No girl had ever turned her on as much as this young schoolgirl but she constantly reminded herself that this was the owner's niece; she was out of bounds, except in Lara's vivid dreams.

Each day for the rest of the week, Lara drove the younger girl home and each night Christina rewarded her with a peck on the cheek. Lara knew she couldn't keep home with soaking knickers every day like this and vowed to do something about it. Her husband was taking their daughters to the cinema this evening and she decided that tonight was the night to see how far she could push this young girl.

When it drew close to finishing work, Lara found them some extra work to do and so, by the time they had made their way to the changing room, all the other girls had already left. Christina was still nervous about changing in front of her new friend but found that it was a lot easier now that it was just the two of them. She had stripped off her uniform and, daring to take a quick look at the older woman, she got the shock of her young life.

Lara had also stripped off her uniform but she had also removed her white bra and stood there in only her tiny knickers, facing her young colleague, her eyes bright with lust and anticipation. Gathering every ounce of her courage, she walked towards Christina and, taking her by the shoulders, pushed her down on to the wooden bench, sitting down beside her. 

"I don't want you to be frightened, Christina, but I think you know that I like you and I want to get to know you better. Is that ok?"

The girl was trembling beside her but smiled at the older woman.

"I'm not frightened," she said. "You make me feel very safe and happy."

"Good. Let's just relax then and you can tell me more about yourself. Do you have a boyfriend?" Lara needed to know just how innocent this girl was and stroked her long, long black hair, doing everything she could to help the girl to relax. She was desperate to ask if Christina had a girlfriend but knew she had to go slowly.

The young girl blushed sweetly and turned to face her older friend, very aware of the fact that Lara was still topless and she had to force herself to drag her eyes from those magnificent breasts. 

"I do think about boys, of course I do and I did go out with one for a while but it didn't work out. All he wanted to do was grope me and make me do things I didn't want to do so I stopped seeing him. I did kiss another girl once but there was nothing in it. We were just having a laugh. But, Lara, it did feel nice when her soft lips touched mine and I've never forgotten it. Is there something wrong with me?"

Lara answered by tightening her arm around the trembling girl's shoulders and kissed her cheek. As her eyes were naturally facing down, Christina was once more feasting on the sight of Lara's gorgeous breasts and found herself drawn towards them. She could feel Lara's heart beating quickly as she took one of the other woman's nipples in her mouth and suckled at it like a baby. She wasn't sure if what she was doing was right but, when she heard a soft moan escaping from the other woman's lips, she thought she should continue.

Lara's heart was indeed beating fast and her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. She reluctantly prised her new lover's mouth from her throbbing nipple kissed her on the lips, kissed her hard and with more passion than she had felt for a very long time. Christina's mouth opened instinctively, her tongue eager to enter the mouth of her new teacher. She wrapped her arms around the older woman and pulled her close to her, close and tight. 

Lara kissed her again, this time forcing her hand between their soft bodies and squeezing the younger girl's pert breasts inside her plain white bra. Her nipples were so hard, begging to be sucked and pinched but Lara knew it was too soon. She was desperate to free the girl's breasts, desperate to take those nipples in her own mouth but she was desperate to do so much to this girl that she had to control herself.

She felt Christina trembling as she kissed her again before releasing the young girl's breasts and running her fingers down her back. Looking the younger girl straight in the eye, she ran her fingers along the top of her white knickers, round to the front, before slowly easing them inside. She was finding it almost impossible not to rush but she could see the fear in the young girl's eyes.

Christina was breathing more and more quickly now as the older woman played with her unshaven hairs and she could feel a strange dampness between her thighs. She moaned as her legs instinctively opened a little wider and Lara took this opportunity to slide one finger between the young girl's wet lips. She gasped as her body responded to the unfamiliar but very, very welcome intrusion. She arched her back beneath the expert fingers of her colleague, her eyes rolling up as Lara continued her internal massage.

Knowing that she now had the girl exactly where she wanted her, she began to brush her virginal clit with her thumb. Christina stared at her as new waves of pleasure watched over her and her body shuddered in new found ecstasy. There was no struggle as the older woman continued to work her finger inside her, her insistent thumb massaging the girl's clit in a circular motion.

Lara's plan was constantly changing in her mind as she continued to tease the young girl, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. It would have been so easy to finish her off right there and then, but she wanted to stay in control, wanted to keep Christina on the edge, never quite getting there so that she'd beg for more. When she looked like she could take no more of the delicious torment Lara stopped.

"Please don't stop, Lara! That was amazing. It felt like something really big was about to happen."

"It will, Christina, it will. But not now, not here. Come to my home now and I will show you just how good it can be with another woman. Will you do this?"

The poor girl had no choice as Lara continued to stroke her clit and would have agreed to anything she was asked. 

"Ok, OK, I'll come. Can we go now? Right now?"

And with that Lara pulled her finger from the girl's hungry pussy and smiled to herself. Turning back to her clothes, she licked her finger clean and savoured the sweet taste of the girl's juices for the first, but certainly not the last time.

Part 3

Lara drove home faster than she ever had. All the way there she struggled to keep her eyes on the road rather than the slender legs of the girl sitting beside her. Her short skirt had ridden up as she sat down in the car and Lara couldn't help but reach out, keeping one hand on the wheel, and rubbing her hand higher and higher up the schoolgirl's smooth thigh. When they stopped for a moment at some traffic lights, Lara took her chance and moved her hand further up, up under the girl's skirt and ever closer to her waiting pussy. 

For Christina was waiting. She had never known feelings like this before; she knew her knickers were wet but for some reason this seemed to be ok. She knew her nipples were bigger and more sensitive than she had ever known and she longed for Lara to reach over and lick them, to suck them, to do anything she wanted with them.

As Lara's hand moved higher, the girl opened her legs as wide as the car seat would allow, sliding forward to give the older woman even greater access. Lara's finger had just begun to stroke the young girl's soaking knickers when the lights changed to green and she had to hurriedly return her hand and her concentration to driving. Christina moaned in frustration, once more teased to the very edge of pleasure but never being allowed to take that final step. Lara was frustrated too but she smiled inwardly as she knew she had the young girl exactly where she wanted her and she thoroughly intended to take her places Christina had never even dreamed of.

When they finally arrived at Lara's home it was Christina who bounded out of the car and ran to the front door. Lara took her time, enjoying the effect she was having on her new friend. Even more, she was enjoying the sight of Christina's short skirt riding high as she ran to the door, affording the older woman another glimpse of her tight bottom cheeks.

Lara had to fight back the desire to take her young colleague straight to bed but she wanted to keep Christina on edge and make her wait as long as possible for her sexual baptism. She only had tonight to set Christina on the road to submissive discovery but she knew that this was a road she wanted to travel every step with the girl now standing facing her; facing her with a mixture of anticipation and fear in her eyes.

Now that Christina was here, here in Lara's home, she suddenly felt very apprehensive. Her knickers were still wet and she still ached to be kissed and touched by the woman facing her but she just didn't know what she was supposed to do next. Fortunately, Lara seemed to know exactly what to do and took the girl by the hand, leading her into the living room. 

Lara went into the kitchen, poured them both a large glass of chilled white wine and returned to the other room, handing one of the glasses to her young guest. Christina obviously not used to alcohol, took a large gulp then started to cough and splutter as the wine caught her at the back of her throat. She smiled innocently at her hostess before regaining her composure and took another sip of her wine to show she was more sophisticated than her behaviour so far had suggested. Encouraging her to sip some more, Lara sat down on the sofa next to the young girl and put an arm around her. 

"Christina, did you like what we did today?"

The poor girl blushed in all her naivety, bit her bottom lip, and nodded.

"Have you ever done anything like that before?"

Poor Christina seemed to blush even redder as she shook her head.

"I know I said I'd kissed a girl before but it really was just a brush of our lips and we both felt very foolish about it afterward. What you did to me today was amazing, wonderful. When can we do it again?"

"Patience, Christina; there's no rush. In fact, you will enjoy it even more if we take our time. Are you telling me you've never touched yourself like that before?"

"No, never. I know that other girls at school have but I was always too afraid that I would be caught by mother."

"So, I presume you've never eaten anyone's pussy before?"

Christina could feel the heat from her burning cheeks as she became more embarrassed than she ever thought possible. Just hearing the word "pussy" had her squirming; the thought of ever doing such a thing or, even worse, someone doing it to her was something she couldn't even imagine. At least, that was until Lara's next question. 

"Would you like me to eat your pussy, Christina?"

The poor young girl's head was in a whirl. She longed to be touched by her beautiful new friend but everything was moving so fast. She had never known feelings like this before and wondered if what she was doing was very, very bad. The wine was starting to make her head spin and her pussy was yearning for attention; all she could do was nod her head.

Lara didn't wait for her to change her mind but got down in front of the young girl and, placing her hands gently on her knees, pushed her smooth thighs apart. Moving forward, she slid her hands up the girl's legs, pushing her skirt higher, until, finally, her target was revealed. Lara wrapped her hands around her new lover's bottom and pulled her forward, watching as the girl's knickers were pulled even more tightly against her moist slit. 

She felt the girl shudder as she ran one finger up and down the outline of her wet pussy lips before sliding that same finger under the soaking crotch and pulled it to the side. Both women gasped as Christina's pussy was revealed for the first time and Lara took a moment to enjoy the beautiful sight. She inhaled the schoolgirl's youthful aroma that was even more intoxicating than her wine. Dipping her head forward, she stuck out her tongue and gently ran it up the length of her sensitive slit before gently easing her lips apart and dipping her tongue inside her, finally tasting what she had been longing to taste for so long.

Christina had never cum before but she knew that what had almost happened today in the changing room was very close to happening again and she instinctively pushed her hips further forward to feel more of Lara's wet tongue enter her. Her body was beginning to tremble. She was close. She knew it; Lara knew it.

And that's when the older woman stopped. 

"Oh no, Lara, please don't stop. Please, don't. I can't wait any more."




Lara and Christina Ch. 01



But Lara had her own plan, her own schedule. She wanted this to happen on her own bed and Christina had more to do before she earned that very first orgasm. She raised her eyes and looked up at the anguished face of her young victim. Looking along the length of the girl's body, she looked straight into the girl's eyes

"If you want me to do this right, you little slut, you will get up off that sofa and follow me through to the bedroom. Don't keep me waiting; I don't like to wait."

With that, she got up off the floor and walked through to the bedroom she shared with her husband. The very bedroom in which she was going to finally make this girl cum; and Christina was going to have to return the favour before she would be allowed home tonight.

The poor girl sat there with her knees up, her knickers pulled to the side, her hairy pussy exposed, on the edge of her first orgasm, abandoned. She had never been called a slut before; she had always been a good girl but here she was with her legs wide open like the cheapest whore in town. She slowly closed her legs and sat there blushing. Did she really want to do this? Every inch of her was telling her to run out the door and run all the way home right now; every inch, that is, apart from her pussy. It was aching like it had never ached before and she knew she was going nowhere but straight into Lara's bedroom.

Lara waited. It only took moments before the door opened and Christina stuck her head hesitantly around it but it seemed much longer to the desperate woman and she scowled at her young prey in mock indignation. She looked confused and hurt - a perfect combination of emotions, thought Lara. 

"What took you so long, Christina? I warned you I didn't like to be kept waiting. Now strip."

The frightened girl hesitated just long enough for Lara to pretend that she had lost patience and she marched over to stand in front of her target. 

"Hold your arms up," she commanded.

Christina didn't hesitate this time and neither did Lara. She pulled the young girl's blouse apart, buttons flying to the corners of the room. She had already seen the type of plain, white bra that the poor girl always wore and vowed to teach her all about the delights of sexy lingerie -- after she had taught her so many other things. 

Lara slid the blouse off the trembling girl's shoulders then down her arms before pulling it off and dropping it on the floor. Reaching around, she undid the bra clasp, gently removing it, revealing Christina's pert breasts and Lara had to use every ounce of strength she possessed not to start feasting on those wonderful tits immediately. Instead, she satisfied herself with teasing the girl further by flicking her nipples, making them grow harder and longer instantly.

Christina moaned in pleasure and frustration as her mind finally acknowledged that she was standing in an older woman's bedroom, topless, about to be naked and she kicked her own shoes off as Lara knelt down in front of her. Once more she reached around the schoolgirl and opened the button on the waistband of her short skirt, encouraging it immediately to slide down to the girl's ankles. Christina automatically stepped out of it, kicked it aside, and now she stood there in only her knickers.

Looking up as the girl looked down, Lara locked eyes with her before hooking her fingers under the elastic of her wet knickers and began easing them down over the gorgeous curve of her bottom cheeks. Lara was astounded once again at the beauty standing naked before her but she wasn't going to allow Christina to know that -- not yet. She was still determined to punish her young guest, just as she had been punished at the insistence of the girl's uncle a few days earlier. 

"Do you trust me, Christina?" Lara asked as she stood up and walked round to stand behind the young girl. She wanted to savour every inch of the girl's delectable body and she was immediately enthralled by the smooth cheeks of her round bottom. The girl could feel the weight of the older woman's stare and shivered under the intense scrutiny but she wanted more than anything for this woman to be the one to teach her how to love and she quickly nodded her head.

"Yes, Lara; of course I do."

Lara smiled as she stepped closer to the girl's back so that her own fully clothed breasts were pressing against her young lover. She reached round and took Christina's pert tits in her hands, fondling them, caressing them. Then, almost imperceptibly, her finger moved on to the schoolgirl's nipples and began to tease the girl again. Just as her latest conquest started to moan and feel weak in the knees, Lara stopped teasing and began pinching.

""OH, ow, oowww!" she cried out and Lara spun the girl around to face her.

"Don't be a baby, Christina. You know I didn't really hurt you. I want you to know to know that I can do anything I want to with you and I want you to tell me that I can."

"I don't understand," said the perplexed girl. 

"I'm going to teach you how to make love to a woman, Christina, but I want to be sure you are going to do as I tell you and not question everything. Now do you trust me? Do you want me to show you how wonderful the touch and feel of another woman can be? Do you want me to be your first lover?"

Christina was desperate to be taught all that Lara had to teach her but she was more than a little frightened. Her nipples were still tingling and she wondered what else Lara was going to do to her; but she knew that her pussy was still dripping and she longed to know what it was to be a woman. Again she nodded.

Lara leaned in and kissed her new pupil and the girl responded instantly with fervour and unreserved passion. Their tongues mixed deliciously, each taking turns to suck the other. Lara kept her eyes open while they kissed and watched as the young girl melted into her arms, especially when she put them around her slim back, running her hands down her smooth skin and cupping her gorgeous bottom. 

Again reluctant to stop touching this young beauty but eager to move on, Lara broke off the kiss and Christina opened her eyes again. She seemed to notice the bed for the first time, noticing especially four black satin ribbons tied loosely at each corner of the bed. Lara saw what she was looking at and longed to tie this girl to her own marital bed but it wasn't quite time for that yet.

"Do you remember when we were changing after your first day and you saw that I wasn't wearing any knickers?"

Christina had always been too embarrassed to ask Lara about that but nodded her head as it was obvious the whole changing room had noticed.

"Do you know that your uncle had taken them, and kept them, just before he sat and watched Matron spanking me?"

"My uncle? Why would he do such a thing?"

"Because he's a perverted old man. Now I am going to spank you in return and you are going to enjoy it? Bend over and touch your toes."

The poor girl was dumbfounded; her uncle had always been very kindly to her; he didn't seem to be perverted. Now she was becoming scared. If Lara was going to spank her, what else might the older woman do to her and how could she possibly be expected to enjoy it? And why was her pussy tingling again at the very mention of a spanking? 

She did as she was told and bent over. 

Lara nearly came just at the sight of this beautiful girl presenting her round bottom to her, ready and willing to be spanked. She stood beside the girl and couldn't stop herself from running her hand over the girl's soft, round cheeks. It was only when Christina started to purr with pleasure that she came back to her senses and landed her first blow. Christina yelped at the sudden pain but held her submissive position and accepted the punishment due for her uncle's deeds. 

Returning to caressing the upturned cheeks before her, Lara felt the heat her blows had caused before sliding a finger down the young girl's crack and teasing her dirtiest hole. Christina shivered at the touch but moaned in pleasure again when the older woman's finger moved further down and lightly touched her moistening cunt

Lara smiled to herself, delighted at the girl's reaction to her very first spanking. She knew then that this delicious girl was very excited about being spanked by an older woman. "Let's see how much more she can take," she said to herself. Reaching in to the bedside cabinet on her husband's side of the bed, she withdrew a large wooden spoon and tapped Christina's bottom with it, letting her know what was coming next.

Another half dozen smacks followed, three on each cheek, slowly, painfully. Lara was amazed when each smack was met with a sweet little sigh of pleasure escaping from her young victim. She stopped momentarily and ran a finger along Christina's even wetter slit. 

"You are soaking wet, Christina. I never knew you were such a little whore. I think it's time we taught you how to pleasure yourself. Climb on to the bed. I want you to lean against the headboard."

The punished girl did as she was told, scared to straighten up, scared to sit down as her bottom hurt so much, but desperate to be finally taught how to make herself cum. She got into position as she had been told then watched as Lara pulled her jeans down her legs before climbing on to the opposite end of the bed, facing her. She had never seen another woman's pussy so close, unless she counted the brief glimpse she had of Lara's in the changing room. She knew she was about to get much more than just a glimpse.

Lara lay back and parted her legs. She began rubbing herself through her knickers, her knickers that were just as wet as Christina's had been when she had removed them earlier. It felt amazing to touch herself so intimately with someone else watching and she kept her eyes fixed on Christina's face, waiting to see her reaction. The girl looked embarrassed but her stare never moved from between her colleague's outstretched legs. 

Lara easily pulled her tiny thong to one side and Christina stared even more intensely. Sliding her fingers inside her dripping slit, she scooped some of her own juices before removing them and offering them to the girl. The compliant girl leaned forward and opened her sweet mouth. She smelled the older woman's strong scent of arousal before she tasted her juices on her tongue and realised she had never wanted to drink anything as much as she wanted to drink this woman.

Lara couldn't help but smile as the young girl cleaned her fingers with her soft tongue, obviously enjoying her first taste of pussy juice and Lara was thrilled that it was her juice the girl was tasting. She could feel Christina's mouth sucking now, eager to get every drop she could. Pulling her fingers out, she lifted the girl's mouth to her own and could feel her own excitement rising at the taste of herself on the schoolgirl's lips. 

"Now lean back again and let me see you touch yourself. I want to see if you've learned your lesson like a good little whore."

Christina was even more nervous at doing this than anything she had done so far but she knew being called a whore embarrassed and excited her in equal measure. She had always been taught it was wrong to do this, to use her own body to please herself but she knew she wanted to do this so much and she knew she wanted to do it with Lara watching her. 

She began to do just what Lara had done. Sliding one finger slowly up and down her hairy slit she shuddered as she touched herself sexually for the very first time. She knew it wouldn't be the last. 

She closed her eyes pushed one finger into her tight hole, suddenly feeling proud to be showing off her skills to her older lover. Lara moved forward and pushed the girls thighs further apart, keeping them open with her own legs before encouraging her to finger herself even harder.

Lara watched intently as the girl found her own rhythm; once again, she felt her own juices flowing. Her hand went to back to her pussy and she began to wank once more while she watched her young colleague do the same. Christina was moaning more loudly now, her head rolling from side to side but at one point she opened her eyes and saw that Lara had joined her in a mutual masturbation. She smiled beguilingly before her eyes closed again and she was lost in her own world of pleasure. It was just at that moment that Lara chose to pull her hands away.

"NO! Lara, please! Don't stop me now. Please let me finish! Please!"

Before she knew what was happening, so distraught was she about being stopped once more on the brink, Lara tied her two wrists to the headboard. Now unable to stop the older woman, Christina looked on as Lara took her ankles and pulled her down the bed before securing her ankles to the satin straps in the same way.

Lara then stood on the bed, towering above her captive and removed her top, throwing it down to join the pile of Christina's clothes on the floor. Next came her sexy, white bra and, as she looked down on the girl, she realised that Christina's eyes were filled with a hunger that she had often encountered many times before but never from one so young and so innocent. Finally she removed her tiny, white thong and stood naked above her young lover for the first time.

Lara lay down on top of the girl, their naked bodies touching each other for the first time, before moving up slightly and offering her gorgeous breasts to the schoolgirl. Without any further instruction, Christina took each nipple in turn into her mouth and suckled the older woman. The sensation was incredible for Lara, her whole body tingling, all the way to her pussy. She pressed more and more of each breast in turn into the girl's mouth, smothering her, making each of them more and more excited -- and wet. 

Now it was time. She moved up the girl's trembling body again until the thin strip of her hair above her pussy was rubbing Christina's chin. It was almost as if the girl only now realised what Lara's intentions were and she tried to turn her face away. But Lara knew what she was doing; her thighs locked the girl's head in position until her pussy was directly over the girl's lips and nose. She stopped for a moment, teasing her colleague, knowing that the girl could smell her arousal and gave her final command.

"Lick me, Christina; lick my pussy. Make me cum with your tongue and then I will do the same for you." 

The poor girl struggled briefly but her desire to be finally allowed to cum and the insistence of the older woman's pussy inches from her mouth told her she had no choice. Lara slowly herself onto the girl's face and covered her mouth with her bald pussy lips.

Lara nearly came at the very first touch of the girl's soft tongue on her cunt. The feeling was incredible and she moved around on Christina's face, grinding her soaking cunt against her lips until she felt her lover's tongue finally penetrate her. She grabbed Christina by the hair, crushing the schoolgirl's teeth against her clit while that tongue went deeper and deeper. She rode her mouth all the way to a tremendous orgasm that washed over her body like a torrent and soaked Christina's juice-smeared face at the same time. When she finally recovered her senses, she looked down at her exhausted lover and smiled.

"Now it's your turn."

Lara slid back down her body and began showering her with wet kisses, her mouth, her breasts, her belly and, finally, her virgin cunt. Somehow it seemed right that Christina should have a hairy pussy as she was not experienced enough to know that most men, and women, would prefer it to be bald. For Lara, it was just perfect. 

She began by licking all round the outside of her lips, delighting as the girl squirmed beneath her, but determined to take her time. After about five minutes of this teasing, Lara carefully parted the girl's pussy lips, and started work on her internally. When she passed her thumb lightly over her lover's clit her body reacted as if it had been struck by lightning. Her arms and legs pulled at the straps holding her down and her back arched as she tried to escape Lara's insistent tongue and thumb. Christina's juices were pouring from her cunt and she was becoming noisier by the minute. Lara thought she should be better to gag her screaming colleague before the neighbours started to ask questions.

Reaching down from the bed, she grabbed the first thing that came to hand, her own sodden knickers. She dragged herself away from the girl's pussy reluctantly, climbed up her body and rubbed her soiled thong under her nose, letting the girl smell the arousal that she had caused. Pinching her nose so that she was forced to open her mouth, Lara rolled her knickers into a ball and stuffed them in. Then she resumed her licking of the defenceless girl's cunt.

She was getting more and more excited herself at the girl's writhing beneath her and she teased her again and again, bringing her to the very edge that was as far as she had ever been taken. Lara thought she smelled and tasted divine and knew that she would have to have this girl again in the future. 

Finally, with her own face smeared by the girl's juices, her chin dripping, she allowed Christina to cum. She could hear her muffled, joyous cries of relief as her whole body arched so Lara placed her hands on Christina's sore bottom and pressed her cunt against her own mouth, sucking the sweet fluid from her. There was an almighty shudder through her body as her long awaited, very first orgasm devoured her.



Lara and Christina Ch. 02



Part 1

Lara had never been happier. She had managed to secure her job, even though her "extra duties" were still to be specified, and she had met a gorgeous young girl who was like a doll for her to play with and enjoy. When she had brought Christina to work this morning both of them were still smiling from the pleasure they had given each other and both took as long as possible in the changing room so that they could enjoy the sight of the others body in her underwear. Even this latest summons to Matron's office held no fears for her as she looked forward to being with Christina for the rest of the day.

She knocked on the door and, on hearing her boss's call to enter, she went in, still smiling, still oblivious to the punishment she was about to receive. The smile was wiped off her face almost immediately when she saw Matron and Mr Sanderson standing in front of the desk, as if they had been waiting for her. They weren't smiling; in fact, they looked very, very angry.

"What is the meaning of this?" barked the nursing home owner. "I agreed to let you keep your job and all I asked in return was that you took care of my niece. And this is how you repay my kindness?"

He stood aside, as did Matron, and Lara was shocked to see a very clear video running on his laptop. It had obviously been filmed secretly in the changing room yesterday. It showed Lara sitting next to Christina, topless, her hand inside the girl's knickers. Christina was obviously enjoying whatever her older colleague was doing to her and her uncle could tell by the look on her face that she was about to cum. Lara's face burned bright red as she remembered how much she had reveled in teasing the younger girl at that point.

"Well, have you got anything to say?"

Lara couldn't have spoken if her life depended on it. There she was on the screen, quite clearly seducing the young girl she had been asked to protect. Her face burned in embarrassment yet, somehow, she remembered how wonderful it had been with Christina yesterday and that memory, combined with her humiliation was causing her pussy to tingle all over again.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway. You're fired. Just be thankful I'm not sending a copy of this filth to your husband or Christina's parents. You should be ashamed. Now get out; I never want to see you again."

These were the words that brought her back to reality and forced her to drag her eyes from the beautiful image of Christina on the screen. She couldn't lose her job; she just couldn't. She would never get a reference from Matron or Mr Sanderson and without one she would never find employment anywhere else. She had to fix this, somehow.

"Please, sir. Don't do this. I promise I'll never do anything like this again. I'll be a proper mentor to Christina and never touch her -- ever. Please don't tell my husband or her parents. Give me one last chance, sir. Please, I beg you. I'll do anything."

With these last words, Lara sealed her fate. 

Mr Sanderson sat down at Matron's desk as the other woman stood to his side, both of them glowering at the poor woman in front of them.

"Open your tunic."

Lara hesitated. The only thing she wore under her uniform top was her white bra and it did little to hide her gorgeous breasts. Looking at Matron for support, she was met with an angry frown from the older woman and the tears began to form in her eyes. She had never shown her breast to any man but her husband and her doctor, of course, but she knew men often stared at her in the street or at the beach and she knew her breasts, as well as her face and bottom, were what they were staring at. Did she really have to do this to keep her job? Her face burned bright red again as she knew she had no choice. 

She started to fumble with her top, her nervous fingers struggling to open it, but all too soon she stood there with her arms by her side, her uniform top open, hanging from her shoulders, her bra and her breasts revealed to these two wicked people who had so much power over her. 

"Take your tits out."

She hated his crude language; she hated her breasts being referred to as "tits" and she hated the fact that each new humiliation was causing her pussy to flood her knickers even more. But she did as she was told. Lifting each breast in turn from the lacy cups of her bra, she presented them to her tormentors and, for the first time this morning, she saw a hint of a smile on their faces.

Mr Sanderson got up from his chair and walked round the desk. Then he walked round her, staring at her breasts first then walking round to her back, standing so close she could feel his hard cock pressing against her arse through both their clothes. He reached around her, gabbing each tit and squeezing them both, enough to make her squirm in discomfort. Then he reached for her nipples and squeezed them tightly. After a few seconds he released them but her relief was short lived.

The nursing home owner walked back to his seat behind the desk and ordered her to follow him. Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over his lap so that she had to stick out her hands on the other side to stop herself from falling on her face. She knew she was about to be spanked again, and this time by Mr Sanderson himself as Matron watched. She could see nothing but the floor in front of her but she had sensed Matron creeping closer and, even though they couldn't see her face, she was as red as she had ever been. 

"Matron, if you would kindly get her ready?"

Lara looked round to see her boss kneeling immediately behind her, her face blocked by the swell of her own round hips.

"Take off her trousers and knickers." 

Matron needed no encouragement as she loved the way Lara's uniform trousers stretched across her tight bottom. She was always thinking of ways to get inside the younger woman's knickers and seeing her employee seduce the owner's niece on the CCTV camera he had installed only last week was a godsend. Mr Sanderson had assured her it was to stop the spate of recent thefts from the changing room but she knew that he was enjoying the added benefit of being able to watch the female staff strip down to their underwear each day. 

From her position on the floor behind their wriggling captive, she reached round Lara's sexy body and opened the drawstring on her waistband. Pulling down the uniform trousers, she revealed Lara's tiny, white thong to Mr Sanderson's greedy eyes and to her own. The thin strap at the back had settled deep between the frightened woman's cheeks and it looked as if she was naked beneath her trousers. She soon would be. 

"Her knickers too, Matron," instructed the evil, powerful man, delighting in the amazing view of the younger woman's upturned arse. 

Even though Matron couldn't see Lara's face, hidden as it was by her thick dark hair falling down, she could hear the sobs of her favourite employee and knew that her face would be burning red. Pulling Lara's trousers off over her feet, one at a time, she reached up again, took the small thing in both her hands and began to pull it out of Lara's cheeks. As her bottom became more and more exposed, Lara felt Matron practically peel her sodden knickers away from her dripping pussy and she knew once more that her arousal would be clear for them both to see. 

"I'll take those," demanded Mr Sanderson as he greedily snatched the knickers from Matron's outstretched hands. He lifted them to his face, luxuriating in the musky aroma of Lara's pussy. Matron would have loved to have sniffed those knickers herself but she knew who was the real boss here; she also knew there were even greater rewards to come if she played her part right.

Mr Sanderson caressed the smooth skin of Lara's sexy arse and marveled at the sight of her two perfect cheeks, each as round and as full as the other, both just waiting for his hand to strike. Lara tensed as she awaited the strike that was sure to follow his apparent tenderness, but this caused her cheeks to clench and served only to inflame his passion even more. 

The first slap still took her by surprise, landing on her right cheek, landing hard and noisily. The sound of his meaty hand on her poor cheeks filled the room as he alternated between them both; now the left, then the right. Again and again he slapped her and Lara could feel the heat in her cheeks, the pain in her cheeks and the tingling in her pussy. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her again and she shuddered at the thought of her juices running out and staining Mr Sanderson's trousers.

Mr Sanderson was also slightly concerned about staining his trousers but it was his own pre-cum that he could feel leaking out that he was worried about. He had felt his cock starting to stir as soon as he had pulled Lara over his lap and now, with her still struggling, he was as hard as he had been in a long time.

As he finally seemed to grow tired of punishing Lara, Matron reached and slowly opened her employee's legs just a little wider. Mr Sanderson slowly slid his hand down from Lara's red cheeks and dipped his fingers in the juices running from her pussy. Offering his sticky fingers to Matron, she gladly opened her mouth to suck those juices quickly and once again savour the sweet taste. As he saw how eager the older woman was to please, he nodded his head and allowed her to proceed with their pre-arranged plan.

While Lara was still held across the owner's lap, Matron leaned forward and touched the dripping cunt before her with her soft tongue. Lara tried to struggle but it was no use; Mr Sanderson held her securely while the other woman was licking where only her husband had ever licked before. Matron started as near the top as she could and slowly started to lick up and down her favourite's already wet slit, drinking in her sweet juices, sure in the knowledge that it wouldn't be the last time. 

Lara could feel herself getting more and more wet and she knew it wasn't just from the older woman's tongue. Up and down, up and down, deeper, and deeper, Matron's tongue probed as the younger woman squirmed on Mr Sanderson's lap, praying that she would not embarrass herself by cumming in front of the two of them. 

"Please, Matron, please stop! Please don't do this to me."

The older woman had no intention of stopping. Even though Lara was protesting she could feel the young woman pushing back against her, covering her own face with her juices. Matron wasn't complaining as she knew she loved the taste of her employee's pussy juices. Lara wasn't the first girl to be seduced in this office but she was certainly the sexiest and her juices were certainly as sweet as she had tasted in a long time. Once again, however, Mr Sanderson began to get impatient so she decided to speed things up a bit. She continued to tongue deep within Lara's beautiful pussy while, at the same time, she prised the younger woman's clit from its hood and started to flick it with her left hand, as Lara's legs were now wide apart on their own accord.

"No, please don't touch me there! Please stop. Please stop!"

But Matron wasn't finished yet. Just when Lara thought she couldn't take any more, the older woman slowly, inserted one, then two, then three fingers into her sopping cunt.

"NO! NO! NO!" Lara screamed. But her body was saying something else entirely as she trembled in Mr Sanderson's tight grip and suffered the biggest orgasm she had ever had on another person's tongue. The fact that it was her employer, the fact that it was another woman, the fact that she was lying on a man's lap all seemed to add to her shame and humiliation. 

Mr Sanderson finally released her, staring at the damp patch she had left on his trousers, and Lara slumped to the floor. She lay there for a few moments, still recovering from her orgasm, and then struggled to her feet. She looked around for her clothes and wasn't surprised to find only her trousers. She knew that the evil man staring at her would have pocketed yet another of her thongs. What he was going to do with it she didn't want to think about. Instead she pulled her uniform trousers on, felt the seam rubbing against her very sensitive clit and lips, before refastening her tunic and prepared to leave.

"Not so fast, Lara. Christina has her medical exam this afternoon and I want you to escort her to the doctor's office and stay with her throughout. You have one last chance to protect my niece. Do not disappoint me."

On hearing this, Lara's attitude changed from subservience and shame to anger. She would look after the young girl, she thought. She would make sure she got exactly what she deserved. Lara knew she could do nothing to get back at her employers but Christina was another matter.

Part 2 

Christina sat nervously in the doctor's office. She knew she had to undergo this examination for insurance purposes but she was not looking forward to it. She was used to visiting her own doctor at home but he was a kindly old man she had known for as long as she could remember. She didn't know who this doctor was and, even though Lara was with her, she couldn't help feeling a great deal of apprehension. 

In fact, Lara was making her worse. She had spent the most incredible evening with her older colleague yesterday when Lara had taught her all there was to know about giving pleasure to another woman. And she had seemed happy to see her this morning but, ever since Lara came back from her meeting with Matron, she had seemed angry and very strict with her. Now the beautiful woman sat beside her waiting for the doctor but she was not offering her any solace at all.

About fifteen minutes later the doctor finally appeared. Christina was shocked; he was much younger than her own doctor, quite handsome in fact and she blushed at the thought of the things he was about to do to her. He sat down on the opposite side of the big wooden desk, read some notes then looked at her with a comforting smile.

"I see you are new here, Christina. Very well; so you know why you are here?"

The anxious girl simply nodded and looked to Lara for some support but her colleague was enjoying the company of this young doctor too and sat looking at him, totally unaware of what Christina was feeling. 

"Good. Now first I have to ask you a few questions. Some of these will be personal, Christina, but I want you to know that all of your answers will be strictly confidential so you can be totally honest with me. Understand? Good. Now, first of all, I need to know if you are sexually active."

Christina blushed immediately, remembering again how she had made Lara cum only the night before and how she had returned the favour for her gorgeous colleague. Her voice was almost a whisper when she spoke.

"No, I've never been with a boy, in that way." "And I don't suppose you've been with a girl either," he laughed. "No, don't worry, you don't have to answer that; I was just joking." Although he was intrigued by the way the girl looked at the older woman beside her and blushed an even deeper shade of red. 

"Ok, now, next question. I'm afraid it is also of a personal nature but it is important you answer honestly so I know what I am dealing with when I examine you. Understand? Good. Now, Christina, do you masturbate?"

Christina wanted to run out of the office, there and then, but she didn't want this young doctor to think she was a silly schoolgirl. She wanted him to look on her as a young woman so she took a deep breath and proudly announced, "Yes, doctor, I have done it many times." 

"Good girl, in that case you should be able to relax during the examination. Can you climb on to the examination table, please?"

Christina lay down and stretched her legs out, her eyes fixed to the ceiling. She sensed the doctor beside her and waited for him to draw the screen around them both but he seemed to have forgotten about that; and he seemed to have forgotten about Lara sitting there watching them. She blushed once again as she felt the eyes of her colleague traveling up and down her young body, especially as she was only too aware that Lara had already seen every inch of her.

"Have you ever performed a breast examination on yourself, Christina?"

She felt her face was permanently red now as she shook her head from side to side. 

"Don't worry, I'll show you how but first I'll have to ask you to lower your gown and to take off your bra for me."

Christina had thought it was embarrassing enough changing into the white, surgical gown in front of Lara before the doctor arrived. It tied at the back and she had had to ask the other woman to help her to tie it but Lara only agreed once she had taken a long, lingering look up and down the young girl's almost naked body. Now, it felt even more shameful to expose herself in front of the doctor and in front of Lara yet again

She told herself to stop acting like a baby and to be mature about it. She reached behind her and managed to undo the first tie, pulled the gown forward, then shyly unhooked her bra and slid it off. She blushed again as her pert young breasts appeared and, instinctively, brought her hands up to cover herself. The doctor smiled but gently pulled her hands down, reassuring her that he was a professional and that she had nothing to worry about.

In fact it was he who was becoming worried. This young beauty lying before him had been sexy enough just sitting on the chair in her gown. Now, as she lay there, topless, he could feel his cock stirring within his trousers and knew that the tingle in his balls was a direct result of her baring her tiny breasts for him to play with. He was sure Christina wouldn't notice the bulge at the front of his trousers but he wasn't so sure about Lara who was also staring hungrily at the young girl.

She lay there, trying not to think about how her nipples were sticking out, just as they had done last night when Lara had feasted on them. She nearly jumped when the doctor first touched her breasts, one after the other, holding them, almost squeezing them. She was amazed how good it felt but when his fingers moved to her hard nipples, she couldn't help gasping out loud. Her mouth had suddenly become dry and she pressed her thighs together, not really understanding why she suddenly felt tingly down there again. 

When she opened her eyes she saw that he was smiling at her but still he kept on rolling his fingers around her outstretched nipples. When he suddenly pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, she couldn't help herself but arched her back at the sudden sensations running all the way down to her pussy. He smiled once more before releasing them and walked back to his desk.

As he passed Lara still sitting in the chair, she couldn't avoid looking at him, his crotch at almost her eye level, and she couldn't help but see the unmistakable size of his erection creating a small tent in the front of his trousers. She couldn't blame him; if she had still been wearing knickers, they would have been soaking. As it was, she feared she would be taking another pair of uniform trousers home tonight to scrub clean of pussy juices. As the doctor made some notes, Lara was so tempted to slide her hand down between her legs but she knew he could look up at any moment and she knew Christina was still watching her. 

Christina's nipples were still hard after his playing with them but she was also starting to get a bit cold. She started to cover her breast with her gown just as the doctor looked up.

"Leave your gown as it is please, Christina. I need to be able to see how your breasts react during the rest of your examination," he said, sternly.

The embarrassed girl, lay back down, her breasts exposed, her nipples hard, staring once more at the ceiling. The doctor got up from his desk, walked past Lara and stood at the foot of the examination couch. Without even asking, he began to slowly push her gown up her toned legs, up to the top of her thighs, up to the edge of her plain white knickers. 




Lara and Christina Ch. 02



"Perhaps we could ask Lara to remove these for us, ok?"

Christina wasn't sure if it would have been more or less embarrassing to have had the doctor remove her knickers but Lara was already up and out of her seat, only too willing to get involved. The older woman replaced the doctor at the foot of the couch and, without smiling, she took a hold of the top of the poor girl's knickers and began to pull them down, exposing the not so innocent pussy that she had eaten last night. She reminded herself that one day soon she would have to shave this young girl's pussy of all its tiny hairs but, for the moment, she just enjoyed the view. 

The doctor had to practically push her back as he wanted to get a closer view and held out his hand for Christina's knickers. "What is it with the men here who always seem to be stealing our knickers?" thought Lara, as she remembered Mr Sanderson now had two of her used thongs for his own pleasure. She wondered if the doctor wanted to examine Christina's as part of the examination but when she saw him surreptitiously stuff the white garment into his pocket, she knew exactly what he wanted them for. 

The doctor now pulled over a rolling stool and sat down at Christina's feet. Instructing her how to get into position, he watched as she nervously brought her bottom forward so that her feet were still at the bottom but her knees were now bent. Placing a hand gently on those same knees, he eased her legs apart, finally exposing the prize to his hungry, lustful eyes. He was inches from her pussy now and couldn't wait to touch it for the first time. As soon as he did, however, Christina instinctively shut her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. 

"Perhaps Lara could help us here again," suggested the doctor kindly.

Once again Lara didn't need to be asked twice. Coming round to stand at Christina's side, she took a hold of the frightened girl's knees and gently, but insistently, pulled her legs apart. Christina could feel her face turning red again as she realised that both the doctor and Lara now had an unobstructed view of her private place. 

The doctor couldn't believe how lucky he was to be on duty today when this young beauty had come for her examination. He was sure that she had been aroused when he pinched her nipples earlier and now he could see even more evidence of that arousal. He could smell it too as he took a deep breath in through his nose and had to use all his strength not to dive in and start licking that young pussy. 

He told her to relax once again as he slipped on a pair of latex surgical gloves and, with Lara frowning down at her, the poor girl did her very best. She took a deep breath in, letting it back out just as the doctor brought a single finger to her pussy, Running around the outside of her lips at first, she was shocked when she felt his finger move directly on to her wet slit and seemingly to scoop up some of her leaked juices. He rubbed those little drops between his finger and thumb and was just about to taste them when he saw Lara watching him with a quizzical look. 

Reminding himself that he had to remain professional, he replaced his finger on the girl's wet slit and began to slide it up and down until he reached her clit. If Lara hadn't been holding her open, and holding her down, Christina would have jumped up at that point, so sensitive was she to his touch. 

Christina felt as if every inch of her pussy had a thousand nerve endings and that the doctor was sweeping his finger over every single one. She closed her eyes and felt that finger, touching, stroking all around her pussy before, every few minutes, ending up at her clit. He was so close, she could feel his breath; he was so close he could smell her intoxicating scent

She was trying hard to relax for him but the more he touched her, the more he stroked her, the more he teased her clit, the more her body stiffened and the more her pussy leaked. Lara had been the first person to touch her so intimately and now someone else was doing it, a man, her doctor, and she realised she was loving every minute of that touch. 

As his finger found her juices pouring from her, he smeared them across her lips before, once again, rubbing them over her sensitive clit. He could hear her breath quickening as he pressed down on her, almost spanking her clit with his finger and she arched her back again, twisting her body under Lara's hands. 

She blushed as she looked down between her legs and saw him alternately staring down at her pussy and staring up at her face. She couldn't control herself and she suddenly realised that, if the doctor continued to "examine" her like this, she might cum in front of him, in front of Lara, the only other person who had made her orgasm. She wanted to cum more than anything right then but the thought of doing so in this situation filled her with shame. What if she started screaming and moaning like she had with Lara?

He stared at her young pussy, knowing exactly what he was doing. His cock was so hard right now as he teased the girl again and again. He wondered what she and Lara would think if he suddenly took it out and plunged it into what he was sure would be her virgin cunt. He smiled to himself as he watched her writhing on the examination couch and was glad the other woman was there to hold her down. He saw Christina was licking her dry lips, more nervous than she had ever been; and he saw Lara licking her lips in what looked like anticipation and lust.

And that was when he stopped.

Forcing himself away from the sweetest pussy he had seen in a long time, he stood up and walked back to his desk. Lara noticed that the bulge at the front of his trousers was even bigger now and there was even a tiny damp spot at the very tip. Was the doctor already leaking some pre-cum, she wondered. Lara smiled to herself but retained her tight grip on Christina's knees looking down on the poor girl who the doctor had left on the very brink of another orgasm; just as she herself had done yesterday. 

As he sat back down at his desk, pretending to write something in her notes, he used his left hand to try to adjust his erect cock within the confines of his trousers. Yes, he had thought so, they were a tiny bit damp at the front; he would have to be careful he didn't cum in front of these two women without even getting to fuck them. Noticing that Lara was still standing over her young colleague, and noticing Christina's gown had fallen open during his previous teasing, he forced himself to tear his eyes away from her young tits and spoke to the older woman.

"Lara, could you get Christina ready for her next examination, please? I think she got a bit wet between her legs."

Lara was reluctant to abandon her position towering over the poor girl but saw an opportunity to taste her young colleague again. As the doctor remained behind his desk, she picked up a towel from the shelf along with a box of wipes. Taking the doctor's place on the stool between Christina's still outstretched legs, she placed the towel over her knees so that it hung down and no-one could now see the girl's soaking wet pussy; no-one, that is, except her. The doctor continued to write in his notes, still trying to hide his erection, while Christina lay back, embarrassed, staring at the ceiling again, awaiting her fate. 

Lara had to force herself to concentrate as she was mesmerised all over again by the beauty of the young girl's pussy, her short curly hairs matted with her own juices. Could she risk leaning in and tasting her again; the doctor seemed to be busy; Christina was oblivious. Could she do it? Could she really lick Christina's juicy lips here in the doctor's office?

Taking a wipe from the box, just in case the doctor should get up, she moved in. Barely an inch away from her target, she stopped and breathed in, silently inhaling the same scent of arousal that the doctor had become drunk on moments before. With every inch of her body tingling, she stuck her tongue out and took a long, lingering lick. Starting on one side, she slowly moved her soft tongue all the way up one side of the girl's pussy then down the other. Repeating this move again and again, she deliberately avoided the girl's pronounced clit, fearful that any moans from Christina would alert the doctor; and she really didn't want that. 

As the girl instinctively began to close her legs, Lara placed her hands on the insides of each of those smooth thighs and kept them wide apart. As Christina lay there, spread before her and the doctor seemed too busy at his desk, she became bolder and flattened her tongue against the girl's open lips and dragged it all the way up to Christina's clit. Suddenly, her younger colleague moaned in pleasure and the doctor looked up from his report.

Smiling to himself, he continued writing as he thought the young slut was ready to cum, even responding to being washed by a colleague. He must add that to his notes before he got back to what he planned to do. 

Lara had frozen when she heard Christina purr with pleasure and waited for the doctor to interrupt but, after waiting a moment or two, she looked out from between the girl's thighs, from under the towel, and saw that he had resumed writing his report. She ducked down back under the towel and let her tongue get back to work. She worried that the noise of her hungry mouth on her young colleague's sopping wet pussy would rouse the doctor again but he seemed intent in what he was doing at his desk. 

Christina couldn't believe this was happening to her. It had felt so good lying on Lara's bed last night as she gave her the first orgasm of her young life but she shouldn't be reacting like this to being washed; and certainly not in the doctor's office. She felt so embarrassed; she felt so dirty; she felt so good. She couldn't deny it when she felt Lara rubbing her clit with what she thought was a damp wipe. She couldn't deny it when she tried to press her thighs together and keep her older colleague concentrating on her clit. And she couldn't deny it when her orgasm finally hit her and she screamed aloud Lara's name.

The doctor rushed from behind his desk. Lara pulled back from between the girl's legs but there was no denying what had happened. Her mouth and lips were covered in Christina's juices. The girl's pussy lips were puffy and dripping and the doctor was enraged that he should have been denied watching this young girl cum in his office.

"Wait outside, Lara. I will deal with you later."

Lara did as she was told, taking one of the wipes from the box to clean her face but she preferred to lick the girl's juices from her lips with the same tongue that had done all the damage. Was it worth it, she asked herself? Would the doctor report her? Would Mr Sanderson punish her again? Would she lose her job? None of these questions could she answer right now -- except the first one. It was definitely worth it to have tasted those sweet juices again. Standing by the office door, she could only press her ear against it and try to hear what the doctor was saying to Christina. 

The doctor looked down at the young girl lying before him. If anything, she looked even more innocent now. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and slow, as she slowly came round from cumming on Lara's tongue. The he realised that she hadn't even been aware of what had happened. She had presumed, like he had, that the older woman was cleaning her pussy in preparation for her internal examination. That was when all reason went out of his mind.

Leaving the towel hanging over her knees, he made sure her legs were still bent up so that he had excellent access to her young pussy. What he really wanted to do was pull her to the edge of the couch, force his cock inside her and rape her but he also wanted to savour every moment of what was about to happen and that is what he decided to do.

"Christina, you are doing very well," he said to the drowsy girl. "Everything seems to be well; I just have to perform an internal exam but I will leave this towel here so that you don't have to see what I am doing; it will only embarrass you. Now I won't deny it might be painful for a moment and you might fell me pressing very hard against you but, don't worry, that is all perfectly normal."

The girl just lay there with a silly smile of satisfaction on her young face. The doctor was talking to her but she was only half listening. She could still feel her pussy tingling after Lara's cleaning -- where was Lara?- and she couldn't wait until the two of them could be in bed again together. She became aware of the doctor moving around under the towel Lara had draped over her knees and she was vaguely aware of the sound of a zip opening, but she didn't pay it any attention.

She was brought back to reality, however, when she felt him place two fingers at the very entrance to her pussy, her very wet entrance. She bit her bottom lip as he pushed his fingers in, amazed at just how tight she was, even after her massive orgasm. He had released his cock while she had been recovering but she still couldn't see it as she lay back, her eyes struggling to focus on the ceiling, his huge erection hidden by the towel. Again he had to use every ounce of strength not to rip her apart with his fingers but, instead, he slowly began to move his fingers in and out, opening her up ever so slightly for what was to come. 

Christina had began to tense up but she told herself that this is what all grown women have to endure so she took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She could never have know that the lubrication the doctor was now smearing between her lips was his own pre-cum and it was not his fingers which were doing the smearing but his hard cock.

"I'm ready, doctor. I know you have to do this."

And he did; but they were thinking about two very different things. He replaced his cock with his fingers again, determined he was going to make this memorable for both of them. He slid them in all the way then out again, in and then out, faster and faster, stretching her just a little bit more. He watched her face as he pumped her, her cheeks red, her naked breasts rising and falling more and more quickly. 

Christina blushed as she felt his fingers go deeper and deeper but blushed even more when she heard the noise her wet pussy was making. And it wasn't just the noise; she could recognise the scent of her own arousal now and was horrified to think that she might cum again with the doctor standing so close. 

She wasn't the only one who could smell her scent; it was driving him mad and he knew he had to take her, had to take her right now. With the towel still concealing what he was really doing, he took his hard cock and guided it to her wet hole. With both hands gripping the side of the couch, he pushed into her, feeling her hymen break as he pushed past it - hard. Christina cried out in pain, wondering if it was supposed to be so painful, wondering why the doctor was now thrusting his hips towards her. With the towel between them, she hadn't been able to see what sort of instrument he was using to examine her but it felt very hard and very big. 

He looked down as the tears fell from her eyes and wondered if she had any idea what he was doing to her. He knew what she was doing to him; she was gripping his cock with her cunt and giving him the fuck of his life. In and out he thrust, deeper and deeper he plunged until he couldn't hold back any longer. Watching her writhing beneath him, he began to cum and began to fill her innocent pussy with his spunk. 

Christina was writhing in pleasure now, rather than pain and when she watched the doctor's upper body tense, she suddenly felt the surprise of another orgasm wash over her. Her pussy seemed to tighten around whatever the doctor was using and squeezed it hard, causing even more ripples of pleasure to course through her trembling body.

Lara heard the moans and the screams from outside the office and ran back in. She burst through the door just in time to see the doctor try to stuff his softening cock back into his trousers. She looked then at Christina and saw the tell-tale signs of red-tinged spunk dripping from her pussy. Turning to the shame faced doctor she smiled.

"I guess we both got what we wanted. I can see no reason for Christina's report to say anything other than she is a very fit young girl."

He nodded in reply as he sat back down at his desk, ashamed but totally satisfied. Lara, meanwhile, helped a shaky Christina off the couch and back into her uniform. She smiled to herself, knowing that once again she had the upper hand.



Lara and Christina Ch. 03



Lara had brought Christina home. When Matron, conscious that the girl was Mr Sanderson's niece, saw the state she was in after her "examination" by the doctor she had instructed Lara to drive her home immediately. During the drive Lara had been tempted to find a quiet country lane and to find new ways of pleasuring the young girl's body but Christina was almost dazed by the whole experience of losing her virginity to the doctor and her older colleague wasn't sure if the girl had yet realised what had happened to her.

On arriving at the girl's home, her parents' home, Lara had knocked on the door but received no reply. Fishing in Christina's bag for her keys, Lara had opened the door then allowed the girl to show her where her bedroom was. As the younger girl practically collapsed on to her bed, Lara thought about leaving her like that but then decided she wanted to see her young victim naked again.

Sliding off her shoes first, Lara then reached up and opened the drawstring on the waistband of the younger girl's uniform trousers. As she began to slide the trousers down Christina's toned legs, the girl automatically raised her hips as if she was used to being undressed here on her own bed. Lara smiled as her colleague's pussy came into view and remembered that the doctor had stolen his patient's knickers earlier. She would have liked to have had them as a souvenir for herself but the doctor had made sure that it was he who would be sniffing them later. 

As she opened the girl's top and exposed her small white bra covering her small pert breasts, Christina opened her eyes and smiled. Lara lowered her head to the young girl's and leaned in to kiss her. The younger girl responded, offering her mouth and instinctively opening her mouth as she felt the older woman's tongue flicker along her lips. Their tongues probed each others mouth and Christina seemed to surrender herself to the moment. Lara brought her hand up and caressed the young girl's breasts, one after the other, before breaking off their hungry kiss and moving her mouth to Christina's hard nipples instead. Christina felt a surge of pleasure rush through her body as Lara ran her tongue around them, even though they were still encased in her bra, then flicked them with the very edge of her wet tongue. .

"Let's get the rest of these things off you," suggested Lara as she reluctantly removed her wet mouth from the girl's breasts. Sitting Christina up for a moment, she drew her tunic down off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Reaching around the defenceless girl, she undid her bra strap and, sliding the straps down her arms, she was rewarded with the beautiful sight of the eighteen year old's tits. 

"Lie back down, Christina," she instructed, before kicking off her own shoes and lying down on top of her young lover's naked body. The two women wrapped their arms around each other and Lara could feel the heat of the young girl burning through her own uniform. Christina's heart was pounding and Lara could feel its beat against her own. The girl was excited and Lara had already noticed the tell tale spots of moisture on her lover's pussy lips.

Lying on top of the younger woman, Lara kissed her again, a long smouldering kiss, her tongue darting in and out of Christina's open lips as her hand moved once more to her enticing young breasts. She cupped each breast in turn then brushed the palm of her hand over the girl's rock hard nipples, making them seem to grow even more and making Christina moan in pleasure. She nearly cried when her older colleague broke off their kiss but relaxed when she saw that Lara wasn't finished. The older woman moved down the trembling body of her latest toy, kissing every inch of the way, moving relentlessly towards Christina's waiting pussy. The girl opened her legs, allowing her older lover access to her most intimate spot, and waited with an aching in her clit that she knew was not going to be denied. 

Lara smiled to herself once more as she saw the dripping wet lips of this young girl waiting for her. She had no intention, however, of making the girl wait any longer and ran her velvety soft tongue slowly up the length of the girl's slit. Her mouth was instantly slick with Christina's copious juices and she knew it wouldn't take much to see her lover cum again. She thought the girl had the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen and dipped her tongue again in those sweet juices. Licking from bottom to top, up and down, up and down, taking her time, savouring the moment and savouring the taste, she finally brought her fingers into play. 

As the older woman opened Christina's lips wider, the girl moaned and arched her back when she felt Lara's tongue move up to her throbbing clit. She wanted to feed her pussy to her colleague and grabbed Lara by the back of her head, trying to push her harder against her extremely sensitive pussy. 

Lara continued to run her tongue around the girl's clit as she plunged her fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy. Soon she found and began to brush her fingers across Christina's G spot and the young girl nearly came on the spot. She closed her legs tightly around her lover's head and pushed up as far as she could to meet the only things that mattered to her now -- Lara's tongue and fingers. 

Lara longed to play with her own pussy but the girl was so close. Once she had made her cum then she could get undressed too and she was sure she could find ways for the young girl to please her. Christina was practically screaming now and that was probably why they hadn't heard the front door of the house open. As she ground her pussy against the older woman's tongue and cried out in ecstasy, the bedroom door burst open and there stood Mr Sanderson beside Christina's parents, William and Mary, and every one of them looked even angrier than the other. 

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded the nursing home owner. "You have betrayed me for the last time, you whore. Get out of here."

Lara sprang from the bed, her face covered in the girl's juices. Christina could only lie there on the bed, her legs wide open, showing off her dripping pussy to her mother, father and uncle, whimpering at the removal of the older woman's skilful tongue, not really aware of what was happening. 

Lara tried to grab her shoes and burst through the door but that was when Mary, Christina's mother, grabbed her by her long hair and screamed in her face.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch. You're going to pay for what you've done to my daughter."

Mary dragged Lara from her daughter's bedroom all the way along the hall, back to the living room. Christina's father and uncle hesitated for a moment as they looked down on the prone body of the young girl. She was still recovering from the massive orgasm she had just enjoyed on Lara's tongue and hadn't realised that it was her own father and uncle who were staring at her naked form. Her legs were still wide open and both men could see how much she had cum from the juices glistening on her pussy lips and running down her thighs onto her bed. Eventually her father managed to shake himself back to reality and covered his daughter, leaving her with a chaste kiss on her forehead; the thoughts running through his mind and that of his brother were, however, anything but chaste.

They hurried along the hall to the living room and found Lara and Mary staring at each other. Mr Sanderson immediately took charge of the situation and said to his sister, "This is the whore I had asked to look after Christina while she learned the ropes at work."

"Well, she obviously misunderstood because when you said, "Look after my niece," she heard, "Take my niece home and fuck her." Well, whore, is that what you heard?"

"No, no, it wasn't like that," stammered Lara. "I am very fond of Christina. I was just helping her into bed."

"Helping her into bed?" shrieked Mary. "Is that why my daughter is lying naked in her own bed and you had your fingers and tongue in her pussy? Well? Is it?"

Lara didn't have any excuse and hung her head in shame. She was sure she was going to lose her job now although she wasn't sure if she was more afraid of Mr Sanderson or his small, blond sister. Once again the nursing home owner tried to take charge and explained to Mary that he had already had cause to punish the poor woman trembling before them but his sister just laughed in contempt.

"Well you obviously didn't punish her severely enough. But this is my home; it is my daughter she has abused and it is me she will answer to now. Well, slut, are you ready to take your punishment or shall I tell my brother to sack you here and now?"

Lara's hopes flared for a moment. Perhaps she could still keep her job, even now. She simply nodded and saw the merest hint of a wicked smile on Mary's stern face.

"Very well. First of all, since you have stripped my daughter in her bedroom, I think it is only fair that you should be naked too. Take off your clothes."

Lara couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could this woman expect her to strip in front of her, not to mention the two men also staring at her? When she turned to Mr Sanderson to plead for forgiveness and mercy, he simply folded his arms across his chest and ordered her to get on with it.

Blushing bright red, Lara held back a sob and, visibly shaking, unbuttoned her uniform top and removed it, displaying her large breasts in her small white bra. Slipping the top down off her shoulders, she dropped it to the carpet and reached behind her back to undo her bra clasp. Standing there, trying hard not to think about the men, she took another look at Mary before pulling the straps down, and slowly letting it drop down too. Her gorgeous breasts hung loose, as Lara stood before them with her head down, topless. All eyes facing her were riveted on her breasts and her equally gorgeous nipples which now stood out, big and engorged. Mary's stare, however, was merciless.

"Continue," was all she said. Lara nearly sobbed again as she began to untie the drawstring on her trousers. She suddenly remembered that she still hadn't replaced the knickers that Mr Sanderson had stolen from her this morning and she stopped.

"Either you do it yourself or I'll tell my brother and husband to do it for you," Mary threatened. 

Lara looked at her like a naughty schoolgirl and continued. She pulled down her trousers and heard gasps from Christina's mother and father as they were presented with her naked pussy. Mr Sanderson smiled as her remembered the woman's wet knickers were still in his trouser pocket but he said nothing as the words "whore" and "slut" were thrown at his employee as she bent over to pull her trousers over her feet, allowing her breasts to hang down and shake. She now stood there, naked and embarrassed but Mary wasn't finished with her yet. 

"Bend forward and lie across my coffee table. That's it; now spread your legs, whore. Wider. Wider! If I have to tell you again, you'll be sorry," Mary threatened. 

Lara was leaning forward, her legs spread as wide as she could, her round bottom up in the air and her shaven pussy lips clearly visible. Mary walked round the table with her captive trembling before her. She seemed to be examining every naked inch of the poor woman's sexy body and knew that she would never admit to anyone that she could feel a tingle between her own legs. Before she would allow that particular thought to go any further, she delivered her next command.

Ordering Lara to take a firm grip of the edge of the low table she was bent over, Mary finally took her position behind her prisoner, unable to stop herself from admiring the woman's incredible bottom and delicious looking pussy. The poor woman's legs were spread wide enough apart that her cheeks were also well spread, exposing her puckered little arse hole to Christina's parents and uncle. Mary wondered what that pussy and arse hole would taste like but before they got to that there was the matter of the other woman's punishment. On the way out of Christina's bedroom she had grabbed her daughter's large wooden hairbrush and now, without any further warning, she brought the brush down hard on Lara's right cheek.

SLAP

The terrified woman screamed so loudly that Mary knew the neighbours would wonder what was going on; she ordered her shocked husband to silence their victim and he didn't need to be told twice. Pulling down his zip, he pulled out his erect cock and stuffed it into Lara's open mouth. Silenced now, she could only scream silently around the cock that had begun to piston in and out of her mouth while Mary began to methodically beat both of her cheeks with the hair brush.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

All that could be heard from Lara now was a muffled moan but, as she continued to rain down blows on the other woman's upturned bottom, Mary noticed a change in the sounds her victim was making. William noticed it too as the woman was now purring around his cock and it was driving him close and closer to filling her mouth with his spunk. 

Mary stopped for a moment to catch her breath and to admire her handiwork. She put down the hairbrush and smoothed her hand over the woman's red cheeks. She knew as soon as Lara had bent over the table that she had been spanked before and, given that there was already a pink tinge to her prisoner's bottom, it hadn't been too long ago. But that tinge had now turned to a fiery, angry red and the marks of the hair brush were clear for anyone to see on her arse and upper thighs. Mary didn't know if the woman was too frightened to move or if it she was unable to move because her husband now held the woman by the hair as he plunged deeper and deeper down her throat, but she was determined that this was a punishment she would never forget

Turning to her brother, she told him to stand beside their prey and to pull her arse cheeks apart. James Sanderson was older than his sister but he knew better than to argue with her when she was in this kind of mood. Plus, he was quite interested to see what his younger sister had in store for Lara now. He soon found out, as did the poor woman whose cheeks he was pulling wide, as Mary took up the hair brush once more, held it by its widest end and brought the wooden handle down hard on Lara's dirtiest hole. 

Lara's whole body tensed up as she screamed around William's cock and nearly dislodged him altogether. Mary hesitated just for a moment to see her captive's reaction then, without warning, she brought the hair brush down hard again on her tender hole.

SLAP!

Another high pitched screech escaped from Lara's mouth and she tried to pull herself away from the two men struggling to hold her in place. 

SLAP!

One more blow quickly followed before Mary stopped. If Lara dared to think that was the end, she was sadly mistaken. The other woman had simply decided on a new target. Reaching down between the slut's legs to spread her pussy lips, she realised how wet the whore was. If she was truly honest, Mary knew her own knickers were wet too but she wasn't the one being punished. She tried to tell herself that it was the sight of her husband fucking another woman's mouth that was turning her on but, in her heart of hearts she knew it was the sight of the sexy woman before her that had got her juices running much more than they had in a long time. 

"So you're enjoying this are you, you whore? Not only do you get your kicks from seducing young girls but you get turned on by being beaten by another woman. Well you're about to find out what being beaten really means." 

SLAP!

Mary swung her hand, and the hair brush, up with evil intent and an excruciatingly painful blow landed on Lara's exposed, dripping pussy lips. She screamed like she had never screamed before and her knees buckled under the force of the blow. But there was no escape. Blow after blow landed on her unprotected pussy and only the fact that she was being held up by James Sanderson's big hands held her in place. Just when she wasn't sure if she was going to faint or to cum, the blows stopped. Mary had finally exhausted herself but her brother was just about to begin. 

Watching his own sister punish his employee so mercilessly had been such a turn on and his cock was straining within the confines of his trousers, desperate for release. He let go of the poor woman's arse cheeks and, incredibly quickly, pulled down his zip, pulled out his cock and slammed it deep into her amazingly wet pussy. Pounding his cock deep into her, matching the thrusts of his brother as the other man buried his own cock deeper down Lara's throat with each thrust, the nursing home owner could feel his balls start to tingle in record time. Lara bounced between them like a rag doll while Mary yelled abuse at her from the side of the action. 

"Is that what you want, whore? Are two men enough for you? Will you leave my daughter alone now, you slut?"

Lara couldn't help herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to cum in front of these three wicked people but she knew that was exactly what was going to happen. Her entire body went rigid as her pussy and mouth clamped down on the cocks fucking her and James Sanderson could hold back no longer as he flooded her cunt with his white spunk. This caused Lara to spasm again and she moaned as she felt her employer's cum shoot deep within her. She could hardly breathe and still the men kept fucking her as the waves of lust rolled over her. 

Lara fell to the thick carpet as Mr Sanderson pulled out of her ravaged pussy and William released his grip on her hair; but her reprieve was to be a temporary one. Looking up she saw that Christina's father had still not cum and he was rapidly stroking his cock, aiming it at her face. Without warning, he gave it one final tug yanked his cock out and exploded all over her. His cum landed in her eyes, up her nose, in her hair and in her open mouth which was gasping for breath. It seemed to go on forever and when it finally stopped, he wiped his dripping cock over the few remaining spots that were not covered by his cum and sat back down, a very smug grin on his face. 

Once more, Lara dared to think her punishment was over. As she struggled to get up off the floor, the sound of Mary's voice soon dissuaded her of that notion.

"Where do you think you're going, slut? There's no way you're leaving here when you've all had your fun and I'm the only one you haven't made cum."

Lara looked at the other woman in astonishment because, not only was Mary standing over her, she was stark naked and her pussy was only inches from her prisoner's face.

As Mary approached the naked woman lying on her living room floor, Lara couldn't tear her eyes from her tormentor's pussy and the drips of moisture on its lips. She could smell too an aroma that reminded her of another woman's pussy, that of Mary's daughter, Christina, lying in her bed not too far from where they were right now. As Mary approached and towered over her, Lara felt the other woman's hand on the top of her head, pulling her closer to that dripping pussy. She tried to resist but she knew she had no choice; she was going to have to make this woman cum, just as she had made her daughter cum not so long ago. Without further ado, Mary pressed her pussy onto Lara's face and held it there with her hands while she ordered the poor woman to lick her slit.

"Lick my pussy, slut. Lick it and make me cum, if you know what's good for you."

Lara forced herself to do as she was told. As her tongue reached out and tasted the other woman, she was surprised that she couldn't stop thinking about Christina rather than the woman now forcing her to do what she had gladly done at work. As she lapped at the woman's sensitive lips and occasionally flicked her throbbing clit, Lara was surprised to feel Mary's body trembling and taste her juices flowing within a very short period of time. She couldn't have known how aroused the other woman had been by spanking her bottom and how soaking Mary's knickers had been when she had peeled them from her cunt. 




Lara and Christina Ch. 03



She grabbed Lara by the back of her head now and forcefully pulled her captive's mouth to her dripping pussy. As she felt the touch of Lara's wet tongue, a soft moan escaped from her mouth and she pushed her new plaything harder against her cunt. Lara thought that if she could just make this woman cum quickly then her nightmare might finally be over and she focused on Mary's erect clit, swirling her tongue around it before flicking it with the very tip.

Mary was in heaven but she wanted more. She ordered Lara to use her fingers and to fuck her with them. Lara inserted one, then two but, when Mary screamed that she wanted more, she slowly put a third finger up the woman's dripping pussy and began to thrust them in and out. As she did do, the pressure on the back of her head increased and she could felt the other woman grind her pussy against her mouth. Lara knew the other woman was close so she increased the force behind her fingers and quickened the flicking of her tongue. In no time at all she was rewarded by the feeling of Mary's pussy convulsing around those fingers and the woman's whole body shuddering to a climax as she stood over her. 

As she finally started to come back to reality, Mary heard a noise at the door and turned to see Christina standing there. Her daughter looked around the room in amazement. Her father and uncle were sitting in the two armchairs slowly wanking the only erect cocks she had ever seen in all her eighteen years. (She hadn't even caught sight of the doctor's prick when he had secretly fucked her earlier.) But the main action, the one thing she couldn't tear her eyes away from, was her naked mother towering over an equally naked Lara.

"I thought I heard a noise. Is everything ok?" the young girl nervously asked. She pulled her big fluffy dressing gown tightly around her body because, even though no-one else knew, she was naked underneath and there seemed to be enough naked people in this room already.

"Everything's fine, darling. We were just teaching this slut a lesson. She has obviously seduced you and made you do things you didn't want to do so she had to pay a price." Christina had never seen her mother naked before but she thought she was beautiful with her full breasts and her bald pussy. But she was confused. Lara had been nice to her and done wonderful things to her. Had she been tricked? Had she been used?

"What did you do to punish her?"

"Just what she deserved, sweety. I spanked her bottom with your hair brush. The slut liked it, so much her pussy was dripping."

"You spanked her? She liked it?"

"Yes, dear. She is a very evil woman and she deserved everything that has happened to her."

"Can I see her bottom?"

"Of course, darling. Stand up, slut, and bend over the coffee table again."

Lara had thought for one single moment that she would be allowed to leave when her younger colleague had entered the room but, listening to the exchange between mother and daughter had filled her with a deepening dread that her ordeal was not yet over.

"Now, slut!"

Lara nearly jumped to her feet and bent over. She put her hands back on the edge of her table, glad for the small mercy that her long, dark hair was hanging down over her face and hiding the embarrassment she was feeling. She couldn't believe she was showing her spanked bottom to her younger colleague. 

Christina looked in amazement at the angry red cheeks before her and she felt a now familiar tingle between her legs.

"Can I spank her too, mother?"

"Of course you can, dear. You can do anything you want to her. She has been very, very bad and deserves any punishment you see fit."

Lara looked up and saw the girl pick up the wooden hair brush her mother had used earlier and approached her with a strange look on her face. She straightened up and pleaded with her younger colleague. 

"Please, Christina, please don't spank me any more. I don't think I could take any more today. Please."

Christina looked to her mother for guidance and the older woman simply nodded for her to continue before she grabbed Lara by the hands and pulled her back over the table.

"Mother said you are a slut, Lara, and sluts have to be punished. Now, do as you are told and keep your bottom still. I've never spanked anyone before so I want to do it right." 

With that she lashed out and delivered the first slap of her young life, amazed at the way Lara's cheek rippled with the effects of the blow. Having hit Lara's right cheek the first time, she now aimed for the left one. This time it seemed to hit Lara even harder and the poor woman's body arched with the pain. She would surely have tried to escape her young tormentor if the girl's mother didn't have such a firm grip on her wrists. .

Lara tried again to get through to her young lover. "Please, Christina, I've never been abused like this in my life. It's too much, especially being beaten by someone as young as you."

This last remark made Christina very angry and she landed an even harder blow with the hair brush on Lara's right cheek before striking her older lover's left cheek just as hard.

"What do you mean "someone as young as me," slut? Am I not old enough, good enough, to spank you? I think you are being very insolent. For that I am going to spank you even more."

"Please, Christina, I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I can't take this any more. Please do not spank me again."

But the girl was no longer listening. She was becoming just as excited as her mother had when she had spanked Lara first. She swung the hair brush even harder now, landing blows on both sides, just below each cheek, an area even her mother hadn't touched. She hadn't noticed, however, that her exertions had caused her dressing gown to open and, as it began to get in her way, she simply shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Her mother, father and uncle all stared at the naked girl before them, watching as her young breasts swung around each time she spanked Lara. Her mother looked too at the dark hairs covering her daughter's pussy and thought it might be time to teach her daughter to shave. Her father and uncle merely smiled to each other and stroked their already hard cocks even faster.

Lara was crying uncontrollably now and when Christina stopped she took a deep breath and tried to pull away from her captor. Mary had other ideas however. Keeping a firm grip on the other woman she beckoned her daughter to come over, whispered something in the young girl's ear, then smile malevolently at the other woman. 

Lara tried to watch what Christina was doing but the girl now stood behind her and the next thing the poor woman knew was when she felt Christina begin to insert the handle of the hair brush into her pussy. She tried to close her legs but it was too late. Christina was doing exactly what her mother had told her to do and was looking forward to fucking her colleague with the hair brush. She had never used a dildo in her life and now she was going to use the brush as one and, even better, she was going to use it on another, older, woman. 

The handle was wide and was about eight inches in length but it slipped into Lara's overflowing pussy with ease. When it was all the way in, Christina began to slowly fuck it in and out of her colleague's dripping cunt.

"God, Lara, you're soaking wet. Mother was right. You did enjoy being spanked. You really are a slut."

"NO!" screamed Lara, but she knew her body was responding to being so viciously fucked, she knew she was going to cum again in front of Christina, in front of her parents and in front of Mr Sanderson. 

"Is this what you want, Lara? Do you want to be fucked in front of us all? No? Well, why is your body pushing back against the brush? Why is your pussy so wet? The juices are running down the handle, Lara?"

She didn't wait for an answer this time but began thrusting the brush into Lara's cunt, even harder, even faster. She reached underneath her victim and began to rub the woman's clit, just as Lara herself had taught her to do, and rammed the brush handle roughly into poor Lara's pussy once again with renewed vigour.

Rubbing the woman's clit frantically now, she pushed the brush all the way in one final time and suddenly Lara exploded in orgasm. As the waves of lust and pleasure washed over the poor woman, Christina continued to rub her clit and continued the assault on her pussy, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, until Lara finally collapsed on top of the table. 

Mary released her prisoner who fell to the floor, totally overcome by the pain in her bottom and one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had. The young girl who had delivered it smiled in satisfaction and joined her naked mother on the couch. She suddenly realised she was naked but no-one seemed to be bothered and mother and daughter began to cuddle like two lovers in front of the men. Christina could feel that she was soaking between her legs and was desperate for someone to touch her pussy but she was also desperate to see what was going to happen to Lara next. 

Especially as her father and uncle were now approaching the poor woman with two very big, very hard cocks.



Lara and Christina Ch. 04



Lara was finally driving home. She had spent the afternoon being used and abused by Christina, her parents and her uncle, Mr Sanderson, the owner of the nursing home where Lara was desperately trying to hold on to her job. She could feel the cum from both men leaking out of her pussy; she could feel it drying on her tits and face; and she could still taste the pussy juices of her young colleague and her mother in her mouth. She should have been relieved to finally be driving home; the only problem was, Mr Sanderson was sitting in the passenger seat beside her.

Once Christina and her parents were finally finished with her, she had been allowed to put her clothes back on again; that is, she was allowed to put on her uniform tunic and uniform trousers. Mr Sanderson had stolen her knickers earlier in the day in Matron's office and her bra had somehow disappeared during her ordeal in her younger colleague's home. She hadn't wanted to make a big thing out of it and was only too glad to get dressed and to make her way to the door. That was when Mr Sanderson had told her he was coming too.

She didn't know why he was coming to the home she shared with her husband or what he was going to do there but she didn't think it was going to be for anything good. Even as they sat in the car and she drove through town, he was molesting her. He had ordered her to undo the buttons on her tunic so that he could get a better look at her breasts. Unfortunately, as she drove through town, so could else anyone passing the car in the opposite direction. When she stopped at traffic lights she could feel her face burning at the stares of the men and women walking past but knew better than to try to cover up. It was now clear to any passers by that she was not wearing a bra; it was clear that she was excited about this; and it was clear that her nipples were rock hard and visible even from outside the car.

But looking at her marvellous cum soaked breasts wasn't enough for her new master. Whenever the car was moving, he would turn towards her, reach into her tunic and fondle each breast in turn. As her nipples were already erect, Mr Sanderson couldn't resist them and he began to run his fingers around them, pinching them, stretching them. 

Lara was close to tears as this treatment continued but she knew she had to keep her eyes on the road even though every inch of her body was betraying her all over again by becoming excited. She could feel her pussy becoming wet once more and she knew it wasn't just because of the cum the two men had deposited there earlier. She could feel the familiar tingle deep within and wondered how her body could betray her yet again, even after everything she had been through today. 

As she began to squirm in her seat, Mr Sanderson seemed to realise just what was happening and brought his hand down to between her thighs. Because she was driving he knew he couldn't do too much but each time she moved her feet to brake or accelerate, he used the opportunity to force his big hand harder against her pussy and knew his victim was becoming turned on all over again. The more she wriggled, the harder he pressed and, very soon, her breasts had both worked their way free from her top. Even in her distress, Lara could see that she was practically topless and she sped through the streets, trying to get home as soon as possible before he did anything more to embarrass her. 

Seeing the speed the car was now travelling at, James Sanderson smiled to himself as he knew it wasn't going to get any better for this whore once he got her home. Pulling up outside her house, Lara switched off the ignition, pulled her tunic together, not wanting to risk his displeasure by refastening the buttons, and practically ran into her home, fearful that any of her neighbours would see her in such a state. 

Her master slowly got out of the car and walked to the door where his employee stood nervously waiting. She had unlocked the door and was holding it open for him, hiding behind it, away from prying eyes. As her new tormentor entered her home for the first time ever, he ordered her to get changed into the sexiest clothes she had, including stockings, while he made himself comfortable. As Lara ran to the bedroom she shared with her husband, he wandered through the house, taking a look in the kitchen, before finally settling in a big armchair in the living room.

Panicking in her bedroom, Lara pulled out what she thought were her most revealing clothes, clothes that she rarely wore outside, clothes that she kept for when she was playing with her husband in this very bedroom, and hoped that he would be satisfied with them. She pulled them on, not taking any time to clean off the dried cum from her face, her breasts or her thighs, as she did not want to anger him by making him wait.

Rushing into the living room, she saw him sitting there in her husband's chair, looking around as if he owned the place. Not really sure what to do next, her thick dark hair dishevelled, her make up ruined, she stood in front of him as if presenting herself for inspection. 

"Take off your blouse."

That was all he said, almost as if he hadn't even looked at the black see through blouse that Lara had carefully, and quickly, chosen. It was one of her favourites and a favourite of her husband's too because, when she wore it for him, she never wore a bra and her gorgeous breasts and nipples were easy to see. She wore a bra today, however, and she was glad she did. 

She started to fumble with the buttons, just as she had struggled to fasten them in the bedroom moments ago, but he wasn't a man who liked to be kept waiting. He stood up, slapped her hands away, ripped the blouse apart sending buttons all over the room, and sat back down again.

"Take your tits out."

Again his instruction was to the point and made in a very firm voice but Lara couldn't help but blush at the crude language he used to describe her breasts. She smoothed her small black lacy bra down off them and revealed her large nipples to him once again. He was becoming used to seeing them erect but they still excited him just as much as the first time he had seen them. 

"Bend over." His simple curt orders were obviously intended to humiliate her and they were having the desired effect as Lara's cheeks burned red each time he opened his mouth. It wasn't that he hadn't already seen every inch of her body but being exposed like this, being displayed like this, in her own home, among her own things was even more embarrassing. But she knew better than to disobey; she knew better than to even hesitate to comply with his wishes.

She did as she was told, bending over at the waist and steadying herself by grabbing hold of her legs behind her knees. For a brief moment, she wondered why men always found her bottom so attractive but she was brought back to the present immediately when she felt him start to lift up her short black skirt over her toned thighs, admiring her new stockings that he had ordered her to wear. He didn't stop until her skirt was bunched around her waist and he had the perfect view of her tiny black thong, the back strap trapped deep within the already red, already punished cheeks of her sexy bottom. 

"I want you to understand, Lara, exactly how precarious your position is. You say you want to keep your job, yet you seduce my niece. When I am kind enough to offer you a second chance you take her home and make her cum in her own bed. Now, even after being fucked by every member of my family this afternoon, you are bent over in your own home, your tits out, presenting your almost naked arse to your employer. What can I possibly make of this except to presume you are a slut who needs to be punished. Is this right? Are you a slut, Lara?"

"No, sir, no. I'm a good, respectable wife and mother. I've never done these kinds of things before."

"I don't think you understood me, properly, Lara. Are you a slut?"

With that, he landed a hard blow on her right cheek and Lara knew she had no choice but to tell him what he wanted to hear. She knew her poor bottom couldn't take another beating; she wasn't sure how she was going to hide the marks already there from her husband.

"Yes, sir. I'm a slut."

"I thought so. And do you deserve to be punished?"

She almost hesitated and denied this but, looking back, she saw him move to raise his hand and quickly answered, "Yes, sir, I deserve to be punished."

"I see, so you're a slut who deserves to be punished. Let me hear you say it."

"I'm a slut who deserves to be punished," the poor woman sobbed.

"I'm a slut who deserves to be punished," she heard her own voice say back to her. Too worried about doing anything to make him punish her any more, she hadn't noticed Mr Sanderson taking out his phone and switching it to "recording" mode.

"So now you have admitted what you are and what you deserve, now that we have it in your own words as a matter of record, I think we should proceed, don't you, slut?"

Not knowing how much more punishment she could actually take, he started slowly and gently. Lara thought it better not to protest, even though those first few slaps had her cheeks burning again, but he took her compliance as all he needed to continue. After each strike he seemed to get harder and faster. Totally unaware of the tears falling from Lara's eyes, he became more and more turned on as her cheeks got redder and redder.

As her punishment continued, she began to moan in pain, she could no longer control herself; but he took those moans as evidence of her increasing pleasure and struck harder and faster. The more carried away he became, the harsher became her beating, the more he noticed her legs beginning to tremble and her juices beginning to flow down towards her stocking tops. 

He would never have dared to treat his own wife like this but, believing the poor woman bent over in front of him to be enjoying it, he raised his hand again and brought it down, hard, on her dripping pussy, a blow which brought out a terrible shriek from Lara but still he didn't stop. Nor did she ask him to. 

Believing that remaining in her submissive position was his license to continue, he now alternated his spanking between her pussy and her arse, each one now eliciting screams from his employee. The more he spanked her pussy, however, the wetter she became and he told himself that she was enjoying it as much as he was. Lara was, in fact, hating every minute of it, especially when he smacked her pussy, but she was determined to see this through. She couldn't understand why her body reacted in this way; she couldn't understand why she felt so close to cumming again; but she knew she had to let him have his fun. She knew she had to keep her job; she knew she had to get him out of her home and, more than anything, she knew she had to get back that recording. 

"Is this what you want, Lara? You want to be punished like a whore?"

Knowing that she had no choice but to go along with him, she nodded. "Yes, sir, this is what I want. Punish my bottom sir, please." Every inch of her bottom was begging for the spanking to stop but she knew this was the only way she could get him to stop. 

"Then cum for me, Lara. Cum for me while I punish your arse and I will stop."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could she cum like this? How could she touch herself as he punished her so mercilessly? Forcing herself to bring her right hand to her pussy, she couldn't believe how wet she really was, how soaked her tiny thong really was and how sensitive her pussy lips really were. After sliding her finger up and down her wet crotch a few times, she slipped it inside her thong and was amazed how easily it slipped inside past her puffy lips. When her palm brushed against her engorged clit, her pussy erupted and her orgasm began to wash over her. She fell forward on to the floor, unaware that the spanking had stopped, unaware that James Sanderson was recording her again. This time, however, he was recording her with his camera as she lay on her living room floor, her tits out, her nipples hard and her right hand buried deep in her pussy as she brought herself to an incredible orgasm.

After a few moments, Lara finally began to come down from the explosion that had ripped through her pussy. Her face was as red as her bottom and he wasn't sure who was more turned on, himself or the slut lying on the floor at his feet in her own living room. Keeping her eyes down, Lara dared to speak.

"You didn't have to spank me again, sir. I've done everything you've asked of me, haven't I?"

"Yes, you have, Lara. But I wanted you to remember this day. I wanted you to remember that you are not just a slut; you are my slut now and I will use your body any way I wish. Your tits, your cunt, your arse are all mine to do whatever I want to them. If at any time you want to change this arrangement, then just tell me and you may leave your job. Oh, and as an added extra, I will play back the recording you just made to your husband, telling him you are a slut. The rest of the recordings I make of you in the weeks to come will probably be just for my own pleasure but, you never, know, maybe I'll share those with your husband too."

She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes, but she knew he was right; he had her exactly where he wanted her and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Now get up."

Lara rolled over on to her knees, then struggled to her feet. She was aware of how she must look, her breasts exposed and her short skirt bunched up around her waist. At least when she stood up straight, her skirt fell back down again, covering her punished bottom and her tiny thong. Standing in front of him, her hands clasped in front of her like a true submissive, she awaited her next instruction.

"Sit down."

In one way, she was glad to do as she was told as her legs still felt very weak after her latest orgasm, but she knew that sitting down, even in the soft armchair, would mean pressure on her poor bottom so she did so, very slowly, very tentatively and waited once again.

James Sanderson could never have imagined in his wildest dreams how well today had turned out but he had every intention of pushing his beautiful employee as far as he could. Pulling down the zip on his trousers, he pulled out his cock, erect once more. He couldn't remember the last time he had cum so much in one day but the sight of Lara sitting there in her husband's armchair with her tits showing just for him had got him hard once again. That and the spanking he had just delivered to his abused victim.

"Suck it, you whore."

She hated the way he was speaking to her, as if she was a piece of meat but, she realised, that's all she was to him -- a cum bucket for him to use and abuse whenever he wanted. And right now, that's exactly what he wanted. Impatient as she sat staring at his cock, he stepped forward and rubbed his hard dick along her closed lips. Lara raised her eyes, silently begging him not to make her do this in her own home, but knowing that such a plea was useless. He pushed forward as she reluctantly opened her mouth, feeling how hard he was as he stretched her soft lips around his cock. Telling herself once again that the quickest way to get rid of him was to do as he demanded, she began to suck him off. 

She loved sucking her husband's cock, almost as much as she loved it when he ate her pussy but this was different; this was brutal, this was forced. She tried to limit his thrusts by taking his cock in her hand but he could see what she was trying to do. He slapped her hand away and thrust in even deeper.

"I didn't say play with it, slut; I said suck it." 

Grabbing her thick black hair, he began to push himself deeper and deeper into her unwilling mouth. Very soon, despite the best efforts of her busy tongue, he could feel himself bumping against the back of her mouth. Now was the time to really show her who was in control. Lara was trying to pull back but he had a firm grip of her head and her struggles seemed to spur him on to plunge even deeper into her warm mouth. 

He could feel her starting to gag; he could feel her starting to panic and, just for a moment he pulled back slightly. Lara looked up in gratitude, his cock still surrounded by her lips and that's when she knew she had made another mistake. He was holding his phone in his other hand and she blinked as it flashed and she knew he had even more incriminating evidence to use against her. She was sure it would be unmistakeable who was sucking the cock in the photo. Her worry was how much of the chair could be seen to make it obvious that she was sucking another man's cock in her own living room.

The fear that thought instilled in her was replaced by another fear as he put his phone back in his pocket and began to thrust into her stretched mouth once more. As he pushed into her throat, she struggled to breathe and tried to push him away. He was much too strong for her, however, and he simply wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her on to his insistent cock. He was alternating now between plunging down her throat and just filling her mouth, almost as if he was teasing her, so that she was never sure if she would be allowed to breathe or not. Then he decided to push her further again.

"Start playing with your cunt."

She knew exactly what he wanted but she couldn't believe even he would make her do this again. Yet, when she brought her right hand down to her tiny knickers she couldn't believe how wet they were; when she slipped her fingers in behind them, she couldn't believe how juicy she was; when she started to rub her dripping slit she couldn't believe how much she wanted to be touched; but she knew just how much she hated doing it herself in front of this evil man. As she brought her left hand down and started to flick her clit, her breathing got faster and faster, and not just because of the cock plunging in and out of her throat. Trying to speed things up again, the harder he thrust, the faster she rubbed her pussy. The deeper he plunged, the tighter she squeezed her clit. She thought it couldn't get any better; she thought it couldn't get any worse. But it did.

"You're loving it, you whore, aren't you? Look at yourself with your tits hanging out, your fingers stuffed up your cunt and your lips wrapped around my cock. Only a slut would act like this. Only a whore would do this in her own living room."

Lara wasn't sure if it was the hateful verbal assault or the fingers in her pussy or the ones torturing her clit or even the cock in her mouth but they all conspired to push her over the edge. She began to cum and somewhere in her mind she knew that she had lost count of the number of times she had been forced to cum today. As he mouth clamped tightly down on his cock, he too could hold back no longer. 

With his cock as deep as it would go down her throat, his balls battering her chin, he shot one spurt down into her belly before he pushed her off him and began to cover her with his spunk. Her hair, her nose, her mouth, her chin were all hit as he tugged on his cock, determined to mark this slut as his own. 

As she had fallen back into the armchair when he pushed her off, he grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her forward, smearing the last few drips of his cum across her lips. Once again, Lara had experienced something she had learned to love when her husband did it; now she had learned to hate having her face painted with cum and she wondered what else he could do to humiliate her. He answered that by taking out his phone and taking a shot of her cum-covered face.

As he tucked his softening cock back into his trousers, Lara dared to think her nightmare might be over. Little did she know that it was only going to get even worse. She began to wipe the cum from her face but once again he slapped her hands away. She stood up and began to pull her thong and skirt back into place but once again he slapped her hands away. She stood in front of him, here head bowed, her eyes downcast and hoped he would not slap her poor bum again. She really didn't think she could take any more punishment.




Lara and Christina Ch. 04



"Show me your bedroom."

"No, sir, please don't make me go in there. That is my private room, just for my husband and I. Please, sir. I'll do anything you want in here."

"You'll do anything I want, anywhere I tell you, slut. Now show me your bedroom or do you want me to spank your arse again?"

Lara knew her poor bottom just couldn't bear any more beatings and she resigned herself to her fate. She was going to have to have to lead him to the room no-one ever entered except her husband and herself. Turning to the door she began to show him the way.

"Who gave you permission to stand up, whore? Get down on your hands and knees."

Lara held back a sob as she realised the depths of her humiliation and wondered how much further this monster was going to push her. Dropping to her knees, she leaned forward and began to crawl towards the door. James Sanderson walked behind her, smiling smugly, his eyes feasting on his employee's battered arse and the way her thong seemed to bury itself even deeper within her cheeks as she humiliated herself in front of him.

Reaching a closed door, she risked reaching up for the handle, turned it, pushed the door open then crawled forward into her usual sanctuary; the one room that was hers and her husband's, the one place where they could banish the rest of the world and play their own sexy games, was now about to be invaded by another man and Lara wondered if she would ever be able to pleasure her husband in here again.

Remaining on the floor, remaining on her hands and knees, she watched as he slowly undressed and lay on the large double bed; her bed, the bed she shared with her husband, the bed in which she had cum so many times, the bed on which she was about to be abused. He was naked but, although still clothed, with her naked breasts hanging down, her skirt around her waist, her tiny thong so wet it was hiding nothing, she was the one who felt exposed. 

"Clean me up, bitch."

She crawled towards him and knelt by the side of the bed but he wanted more than this. 

"No," he said. "Lie down on top of me. I want to eat your cunt while you clean up my cock and don't stop until I tell you to. Make sure you lick up all the spunk you let drip on to my balls too."

She reluctantly got into position on top of him, facing his feet, opening her legs as she lowered her pussy covered in her almost transparent thong to just above his face. Taking a deep breath, she started to clean his cock and balls of his own cum. He stared intently at the small piece of cotton covering her pussy lips and reached up to run a finger along its length. The whore really was soaking wet, as was her thong, and he lifted his head slightly to run his tongue along its length. Her knickers tasted amazing but he wanted more.

He always wants more, thought Lara as she felt him pull her thong to the side and bury his tongue lick along the length of her dripping slit. She shuddered involuntarily as her sensitive lips reacted to his mouth and prayed that he would not make her cum like this. She knew ,however, that despite having only just cum in her living room, her body was on sexual overload and she could feel her juices pouring down, knowing that she must be soaking his face and neck. 

By now she had cleaned his cock and balls so he told her to get up and stand on the bed. She did as she was told, glad to be free of the taste of his cum but equally glad to be free of his tongue on her pussy. She stood on the bed as instructed, still in her high heels, tottering slightly, as he manoeuvred her into position. She faced the wall behind the headboard as he lifted on of her feet over his prone body so he now had the perfect view up her skirt. Telling her to remove it, she did so by unbuttoning it at the back and letting it slide down her stocking clad legs to land on his chest. Again he lifted one foot at a time to allow him to lift her skirt and throw it on to the floor. Running his hands up her stockings, he smiled as she shivered at his touch and watched the various emotions of lust and shame flitting across her face. Reaching the waistband of her soaking thong he stopped and looked once more at his victim. She had closed her eyes now, only too aware of what was about to happen, and he didn't disappoint. Pulling the tiny thong slowly down her legs, then off one foot after another, he brought them to his face, inhaling deeply before sucking her juices from the saturated crotch. 

Looking up once more, he revelled in the sight of her sweet pussy, her lips puffy from reluctant excitement and the amount of times she had been fucked already. Grabbing hold of her still aching arse cheeks, he pulled her down on top of him so that her pussy lips were now inches from his mouth. Her clit too was just as excited, whether she wanted it to be or not, so he blew on it and watched as her whole body stiffened and trembled alternatively. 

"Play with your tits."

Once more his instructions were crude and to the point. She brought her hands to her breasts and began to squeeze them grudgingly, only too aware of how close she was to cumming and how much she hated him for doing this to her; for making her play with her own breasts, for teasing her clit and licking her pussy but, most of all, for making her know that she was about to cum on his face as he lay exactly where her husband should be lying. Before he pushed her any further, though, he reached down to his pile of clothes, fumbled unseeingly with his trousers, then produced his phone once again. From his position on the bed he had a great view all the way up her body and it wasn't one he was going to miss. Snapping her playing with her own breasts as she looked down at her unseen lover, he knew this would be an invaluable addition to his new collection and an invaluable tool for her blackmail.

"Please sir, don't do this. Don't make me cum. Not like this. Not on my own bed. Please, sir."

As if he hadn't listened to a word she said, he pulled her down further and kissed her waiting pussy lips, and not just a quick kiss either, a long lingering kiss that had Lara's body trembling, reluctantly but violently. She was so wet from everything that had already happened to her; she had no control over the way her pussy was leaking but she still burned with the shame that it was another man's mouth she was sitting on; it was another man's tongue who was working its way between her lips and it was another man's face she was about to cum all over. 

His tongue came out and flicked across her sensitive clit while his whole mouth covered her pussy completely and was flooded by her juices and by her taste. Occasionally giving her a moment's reprieve, he bit her lips gently but this served only to excite her body even more and she shuddered at the thought of her on-rushing orgasm. When he returned one last time to her throbbing clit, she screamed as the unwanted orgasm hit her, her whole body contorted by the wave that had washed over her. 

As she fell to the side, unable to support herself any longer, he looked on in satisfaction, licking his lips, preparing for the next step. Lara curled up into a ball, her naked breasts hidden behind her arms but her naked pussy and arse very obvious to anyone who wanted to look. And James Sanderson definitely wanted to look. In fact, he wanted to look forever and grabbed his phone again to record this moment along with all the others in which he had humiliated his employee. 

"Please, sir, please stop now. I can't take any more."

"Oh, I think you can, my little whore; I think you can take much more and you will. Get back up on to your feet."

As she rolled over to the opposite side of the bed and stood on ever weakening legs, he delivered his next instruction.

"Stand against the window."

She did so, glad to have some support at her back as she felt the cool glass against her body which seemed to be burning all over.

"No. Turn around so your neighbours can see your tits."

"Please, sir, no. If I do that, people might see me and tell my husband. Please don't make me do this."

"Ok."

Lara dared to breathe evenly again. Did he just say, "Ok"? Did he mean it? Was he finally going to stop? Had he finally had enough?

"If you don't want to do what I say then that's ok. You realise though, that you will lose your job instantly, your husband will hear why you lost it; and he will be sent copies of all the photos of you acting like a slut in his own home, not to mention a recording of you confessing to being a slut who needs to be punished. The choice is yours."

Lara cried in despair. She had no choice. She could not allow any of these things to happen. The only option remaining was to do what this monster commanded and to pray that he would be fully satisfied before her husband came home. 

She turned round and looked out of the window. She had always loved this view but now she was scared to raise her eyes in case any neighbour was looking out of their own window, in case anyone was walking by and happened to look in her direction. If they had, they would have seen a dishevelled, distraught woman, staring back at them but, even worse, they would have seen her gorgeous naked breasts pressed against the window pane and, if they looked really closely, her face and hair covered in spunk.

She heard him moving behind her and shuddered as she felt his big hands on her round hips, roughly pulling her back a few steps from the window. As she did so, her legs automatically opened and he took this opportunity to slide his erect cock between her smooth thighs. She knew what was coming. She knew she was going to be fucked in her own home, in her own bedroom and, she knew, there was nothing she could do about it. Sliding his hard cock along the length of her slit, she tried to urge him on by pushing back against him. She didn't want this; she hated him for doing it but he was going to do it and all she could hope for was that he would be finished quickly and then maybe, just maybe, he would leave. 

He felt her pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts and he knew he had finally defeated this sexy woman; he mistakenly thought she had given up and he would never have to fight her again. She was his for the taking anytime he wanted. Any time, anywhere, anyway, she was his. Knowing this, first his right hand then his left released their grip on her hips and slid up her sensual body to take hold of her naked tits. The more he touched her, the more he excited her body, the more she wanted to beg him to stop but she knew that would only delay the inevitable. She had to get him out of here, out of her bedroom, out of her house. 

Squeezing her round breasts, his fingers captured her engorged nipples and he took great delight in pulling them even harder, running his fingers around them, pinching them, convinced in his own twisted mind that the size of her nipples proved she was enjoying herself. 

"You're enjoying this, you whore, aren't you?"

She bowed her head and sobbed. Anyone one walking by at that moment would have seen her tits being mauled and presumed she was enjoying it but she hated every second of it. She couldn't help the way her nipples reacted; she couldn't help the way her pussy reacted. And she couldn't help but notice just how incredibly wet she was once again.

"No," she whispered, almost to herself.

"No? I think you do, slut. I think you're loving the way I'm playing with your nipples. I think you're loving the feel of my hard cock sliding along your slit. That's why you're pushing back against me, isn't it? That's why you pussy is dripping."

She knew the clock was ticking. She knew her husband would be home soon. She had to get this over with. She spread her legs wider and pushed back once more. James Sanderson smiled to himself and reached down from tormenting her nipple to play with her clit. She shuddered as soon as he touched her, rubbing her just the way she liked it, and she groaned in unwanted pleasure. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, slut. I'm going to fuck you really hard. Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you hard with my fat cock?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me," she lied. She had already been fucked so often today, she tried to tell herself once more wasn't going to make any difference. But she knew it was different. This was in her own home, in her own bedroom and the cock about to slide into her pussy was not her husband's

"Then beg me for it, slut. I want to hear you beg." 

"Please do it. Please fuck me. Please fuck my cunt with you big hard cock."

She hated saying every single word but she would do almost anything, say almost anything just so this wicked man would leave her alone. He pushed down on her back and she was grateful that she was now hidden from the window but she was very, very conscious that her bottom was in the air and she felt even more vulnerable than she had felt all day.

Once more she felt him push his fat cock between her wet pussy lips and, with one mighty push forward, he was buried inside her. She had never felt so violated in this room before; she had never felt so abused in this room before; and she had never felt so full as she was taken from behind. He wasn't being gentle; he wasn't being kind. He was fucking her. He was using her for his own pleasure and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him. Her body continued to betray her, continued to leak her juices along his cock and continued to tell him that she was loving every minute of it. He knew he was raping her but she wanted to be used like this, needed to be fucked like this. Or so he told himself.

Whether she wanted this or not was no longer an issue for Lara. She knew she wanted him to cum and to leave; she knew he was going to fill her pussy once again; and she knew she was going to cum on this monster's hard cock once again. He knew it too as he continued to taunt and verbally abuse her.

"Are you going to cum again, slut? Are you going to cum on my cock again, you whore? You want this so much don't you? I can see you pushing yourself back on to my cock. I can feel you squeezing my cock. I'm just standing here; it's you that's pushing your pussy back on to me. It's you who's fucking me."

His depraved words hurt her as much as the betrayal of her own body did. She told herself over and over that she was just trying to make him cum so she could get him out of the house before her husband returned but she knew how it must look to her rapist. She could feel her breasts hanging down beneath her; she could feel them swinging below her as she pushed herself back against him. And she knew he could see them too as he reached down and grabbed them.

"I love your tits, Lara. Do you want me to play with them while you fuck me? Do you want me to squeeze them hard, pinch your nipples, make them even bigger as your cunt swallows my cock?"

His words seem to drive them both on as Lara begged for him to cum while he began to really thrust harder and deeper into her, reaching from her breasts to slap her clit and make sure they both came at the same time. Her head was practically on the floor now, her body bent double, as her pussy began to grip his cock and squeeze it hard. 

She began to scream as her orgasm hit her and those screams tipped him over the edge as he began to shoot his spunk deep inside her. Neither of them could stop cumming and, as her pussy filled again with his cum and her own juices, the amazing mixture began to squeeze past his cock, drip down his balls and soak both their thighs. There was no finesse from him; he was fucking her and he didn't care about anything else. There was no pretence from her; she was cumming whether she wanted to or not and she couldn't deny this evil man had fucked her all day like no one had ever fucked her before.

She had never been used like this before. Her husband loved her and made love to her. To this man still pounding her pussy she was just a piece of meat, a hole for him to fuck. Finally, he stopped; finally, he pulled out of her; finally she was able to stand up straight, leaving her pussy dripping with their cum and very aware of being empty. 

"Sit down." She almost collapsed on to the edge of the bed. 

"Open your mouth." Why did he always resume to strict instructions just before or just after he fucked her? She did as she was told.

"Clean my cock."

She was almost there. She would do one more thing for him and then he would leave. She was so desperate to see the back of him that she would have done anything. As he placed his softening cock between her lips and moaned in pleasure as her wet tongue began to taste herself off him, he actually was willing himself to get hard again but he knew it wasn't going to happen. Resigning himself to the fact that her other hole would have to wait until tomorrow, he pulled out of her and began to get dressed. 

Lara nearly cried in relief as she watched him preparing to leave but he wasn't quite finished.

"Tomorrow is my son's eighteenth birthday. We are having a party for him and his friends. I want you to be there, dressed like a slut, and be prepared to be used like you've never been used before."

"But I'm supposed to be working at the nursing home tomorrow," she reminded him.

"Don't worry about that," he replied with a menacing grin. "From now on, you work wherever I tell you to work and do whatever I tell you to do. Don't forget to come properly dressed."

With that he left and Lara had only just got into the shower to wash away the evidence of her day's abuse when her she heard her husband walk in the front door.



Lara and Christina Ch. 05



James Sanderson looked down at Lara as she knelt at his feet. He hadn't been sure she would turn up but, now she was here, he was going to put her to good use. He had ordered her to appear at his home to provide some very special entertainment at his son's eighteenth birthday party but, as soon as she had knocked on his door, he had shown her into his study. The guests were all in the garden, enjoying the barbecue, so he wanted to make sure Lara knew exactly what was required of her. He had enough incriminating evidence to blackmail her for life, especially the photos of her fucking him in her own home, in her own bed, but he wanted her to understand that today was going to be even more humiliating for her. 

He slowly spread his legs apart and leaned back on the big leather chair that sat behind his desk. She knew that she had to give him a blowjob but, more than that, she knew she had to do it as if she were enjoying it. Her hands rested on his knees for a moment before sliding up his thighs to finally rub the bulge in the front of his shorts. She tried to smile, tried to convince him that she would be a willing cocksucker, just as he had commanded. She pulled down his zip, slipped her small hand into the gap and pulled out his already hard cock. He was going to enjoy this.

Lara couldn't believe she was once again in this position, kneeling in front of her boss, the man who owned the nursing home in which she worked, a job she was desperate to hold on to. She never should have seduced his niece. She never should have driven Christina home and fucked her in her own bed. She never should have allowed Mr Sanderson to come to her home and to fuck her there. But she had. She had done all these things and now she had to pay the price. 

She pulled his cock towards her waiting mouth, kissed the tip, and again. Kiss followed kiss followed kiss before she could sense his impatience and she began to swirl her wet tongue around the head of this evil man's cock. She slid her lips over the head before she felt him raising his hips, indicating all too well that he wanted her to remove his shorts. As her hands were busy removing the shorts, he took the opportunity to reach down and squeeze her gorgeous breasts, murmuring his pleasure that she had come without a bra under her summer dress, just as he had instructed. Pinching her sensitive nipples just once, he sat back down on his cold leather chair and ordered her to continue. 

Before she had a chance to take his cock back in her hand, he held it himself and proceeded to wipe it across her face. She could feel the smears of his pre-cum rubbing along her cheeks as she knelt there smiling, with tears in her eyes. Finally pushing against her soft lips he handed over his cock to his employee, his slave, his sex toy, and urged her to continue. 

She slid her lips down its hard length, feeling it as it slid over her tongue and pressed against the inside of her cheeks. He tasted like all men, sweaty, salty, and she knew that if she closed her eyes she could imagine she was sucking her husband's cock as she had done many times before. But closing her eyes was not allowed. He wanted her to look directly into his eyes while she sucked his cock, while she pleasured him with her mouth, while she submitted herself to him and humiliated herself as instructed. 

Looking up, she began to move her head up and down, his cock moving deeper and deeper into her mouth. She knew what she wanted, she knew he wanted entry to her throat but she had to build up to it; she had to take her time. Each time she slid up, all the way until only the head was within her lips, she used her tongue to tease him, to keep him happy, to make sure he was enjoying himself, to try anything to prevent the moment she knew was inevitably coming when he would grab her head and force himself in. 

But for all her efforts, for all he was enjoying the best blowjob he had had in a long time, he wanted more. Taking a firm grip on her dark curly hair, he forced himself to the back of her mouth, to the entrance to her throat and impaled her on his fat cock. She could feel his hair tickle her nose as her airway was blocked off and she began to panic just before he released her and pulled back a little. 

Allowing her a brief respite only, he grabbed her again, pushed again and felt her throat tighten around his cock. Holding it there for a few seconds, he pulled back, allowing another breath. She tried to breathe in through her nose as much as possible as he became more and more impatient with her need to breathe, intent only in his own pleasure. As the tears streamed down her face, he issued another command.

"Lick my balls, slut."

She was almost glad of the respite as his cock slid out of her mouth and she filled her lungs with fresh air. He didn't do it for her benefit, however, and pushed her head further down, making sure she knew exactly what was expected of her. Still holding on to his cock, her tongue came out, licking round one testicle then the other. He moaned in sheer delight as she trembled in her shame. No-one had ever done this for him before and he began to wonder just how far he could push this whore kneeling at his feet. 

Pulling her back up by her hair, he ordered her to return to his cock and she did so instantly, afraid to displease him in any way. Once again, she began to bob up and down on his hard dick. Once again, he began to force himself down her tight throat and he knew he was very close to cumming. His breathing was getting faster now, she heard the change and she knew too that her mouth was about to be filled by something else. Or so she thought. 

The head of his cock swelled even more, a tell-tale sign that she knew well, and suddenly his first shoot covered her tongue. But now he pulled her off; now he wanted something different. Lara didn't know what was expected of her but just knelt there as he took control. He slapped her hand away from his cock and took hold of it himself, jerking on it just as she had been doing, only now it was pointing at her face. 

The next spurt still hit her mouth, until he changed position and began to paint her chin, her eyes, her nose, delighted to see her face bearing his cum as a mark of her humiliation and servitude. As he felt his spurts get weaker, he pushed her head even further down so he could shoot some of his white spunk over her dark hair. Finally, to show that he could do anything he wanted to her, he wiped his dripping cock across her cheeks and smiled down at the submissive woman. 

Lara knew she must look a mess, she was sure her make up must be ruined but, most of all, she knew she could not raise her hands to clean her face until he gave her permission to do so. Instead he pulled his shorts back on and took her by the arm.

"Let's meet the other guests."

Dragging her out of his office, he held her tightly and led her through the house to the back garden where the barbecue was in full swing. As they walked through the louvre doors, everyone turned to greet them, their smiles of welcome very quickly replaced by gasps of shock and disgust as they saw the mess on Lara's face. No-one had any doubt what it was that was sticking to her hair and dripping from her face; no-one had any doubt that she had just given her employer a blowjob; no-one had any doubt that only a slut would have appeared in public like this without first cleaning her face. 

"This is for you, Philip," he said to his son, handing over the poor woman like some sort of plaything. "Your very own sex toy to do whatever you want with. Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks, Dad. This is amazing."

"Looks like you've already used the little slut, dear," said Mrs Sanderson as she cuddled up next to her husband. "Was she any good?"

"Oh, she's very good but you'll be able to see her in action soon. First, there's one more thing I have to do."

Lara was trembling. She had never been so humiliated; standing in front of this group of strangers with cum dripping from her chin, listening to her employer and his wife discussing her like she wasn't even there and terrified at the thought of what was about to happen next. What did he mean he had "one more thing to do?"

James Sanderson walked round his sexy toy and stood behind her, running his hands up and down the length of her thin summer dress. Before she knew what was happening, before she had a chance to stop him, he reached round, grabbed the two sides of her dress and tore it apart. The buttons flew everywhere and Lara tried in vain to stop the guests from having a very clear view of her almost naked body. 

She had never felt so exposed before, never in front of so many people and never with them all cheering as they feasted on the sight of her amazing breasts, men and women alike. She could feel her nipples stiffening as James Sanderson ripped the remains of her dress down her body, leaving her standing there in just her tiny thong and her high heels. 

So embarrassed was she that she was almost unaware that her arms had been pulled back and her wrists were being tied together. As she was led towards the swimming pool, she feared that they were going to throw her in and wondered how she would survive with her arms bound. Instead, she felt herself being turned around and then pushed down by her shoulders until she found herself sitting on the wooden diving board. As she was lowered on to her back, she realised she was totally helpless as her own weight trapped her arms beneath her. 

"The birthday boy gets to go first," announced Mr Sanderson and Lara realised that this had all been planned in advance. They all knew she was coming to this party and they all knew why. Had they even known before she seduced Christina? Had Christina just been a plant to enable them to blackmail her? These thoughts ran through her mind but she was suddenly brought back to reality when Philip approached her.

Standing over her, he opened the button and zip on his shorts and pulled out his cock, obviously proud of the fact that it was already hard and not in the least inhibited at exposing himself in front of all these people. He began masturbating furiously, showing none of the finesse that his father had shown before, but Lara knew the result was going to be the same. 

As he let out an almighty roar, his cum erupted from his cock and landed across her face. Once again, it felt as if her whole face was being covered, her forehead, nose, her mouth, her chin, even her eyes were coated with his thick spunk. Just like his father, he removed the few remaining drops by wiping his softening cock across her face and stepped back. If she thought that particular ordeal was now over, she was badly mistaken.

She struggled to open her eyes and decided it wasn't the best idea as she saw another man approach, one of the guests, and saw too that his cock was already out and he was already tugging at it. Almost as soon as he got to her side, he let go and began to cover her face even more. He didn't last long but someone seemed to take pity on their victim and wiped the increasing amount of cum covering her eyes. Lara almost wished they had left her blinded.

As soon as she could see again, she realised she was now surrounded by the rest of the men, and a few of the women. All the men had their cocks out, either wanking themselves or letting the women do it for them. The one thing they had in common was that all their cocks were pointing directly at her, some pointing at her face once again and some hovering over her gorgeous tits. 

When she felt, rather than saw the first splash of cum on her breasts, it seemed to act like a trigger for the rest of them and very soon she was covered in more cum than she had ever imagined possible. Lara had learned by now and kept her eyes tightly shut, praying for this nightmare to end. The only place that was still dressed was her pussy but she hoped that no-one noticed that her tiny knickers were also soaking; only they were being soaked from within, they were being soaked by her. She would have cried in humiliation if she dared to open her mouth but she knew that her body was ready to betray her once more and there was nothing she could do about it. 

When she heard the sounds of zips being refastened and the men around her shuffling away, very pleased with themselves, she lay there and wondered if anyone would come to her aid. After a few moments, she did feel two hands lift her by the shoulders, almost gently, and help her into a sitting position. A soft towel was wiped across her face and she blinked open her eyes and looked at the last person she expected to see.

"Hello, Lara; surprised to see me?" asked Christina, smiling. "I wouldn't have missed this party for the world but, don't worry, a few of us are going indoors now and you're coming too. I think we both know that your pussy is aching for some attention."

With that the younger girl undid the rope around her wrists and helped her frightened colleague to her feet. Lara wasn't sure if her Christina's appearance was a good thing or not but she knew she had no choice other than to follow the girl back into the house, glad at least to escape the leering glances of the other guests. 

She could feel the weight of their stares while she tried to act as if it was normal to be walking through her employer's garden wearing just a pair of high heels and a tiny thong. She could feel the back strap of her thong wedged tightly between the round cheeks of her gorgeous bottom. And she could feel her face burning with shame while her pussy leaked with lust.

Christina led her in to a large sitting room where, waiting for her, were Mr Sanderson, his wife and their son, Philip. All three turned to stare at her as she entered and Lara was shocked to hear Christina lock the door behind them. It was her employer's wife who spoke first.

"So this is the slut who seduced our innocent niece, is it? Well, slut, you have done wrong, and you need to be punished."

Lara shuddered at these words. She knew only too well now what it was to be punished by this woman's husband and her thong could not hide the marks of the spanking she received only yesterday. However, she meekly allowed Christina to lead her to where her aunt sat upright in a hard backed chair and pushed her down over Mrs Sanderson's lap. 

Lara knew what was coming but she was still shocked when she felt the other woman's soft hand on her upturned bottom and realised it was her who was going to deliver the punishment. She lay there motionless as the older woman stroked her cheeks. Somehow it felt even more degrading to be spanked by another woman, an older woman, and in full view of her employer, his son and his niece. Her degradation increased, however, when the other woman, pulled the strap from between her cheeks and tugged her thong down to her knees. Now it wasn't only her bottom that was exposed but her pussy too. She didn't even want to think about the fact that the woman could probably see her tightest hole as well. 

"Please don't do this. I'm sorry for what happened with Christina. I promise it will never happen again. My bottom is still too sore from being spanked yesterday."

"You need to be punished for a lot more than that, slut. My husband told me how you tried to seduce him yesterday and how he had to punish you. However, if you really don't want me to spank your arse, I could always beat your pussy instead."

Lara cringed at the thought of this evil woman slapping her pussy. She would never be able to endure such pain or such humiliation. She wanted someone, anyone, to rescue her from this living nightmare but she knew she had no choice; she would have to subject her poor bottom to even more pain. She hung her head down, her long hair cascading over her face, hiding her red cheeks, hiding her tear filled eyes.

"Very well then; I'll begin," said Mrs Sanderson, taking the poor woman's acquiescence as a sign of true submission. She was looking forward to this. Their victim's arse cheeks were indeed still red from yesterday's spanking but they were about to get a whole lot worse. 

She took a deep breath, raised her hand and brought it down, hard, on Lara's right cheek, and she watched in delight as the poor woman's flesh wobbled beneath the weight of her hand. Lara screamed and her whole body jerked but she did not get up. She lay there, across Mrs Sanderson's lap as the pain and humiliation coursed through her, the sounds of her tormentor's slaps filling the room. She wasn't sure what was worse, the stinging of her cheeks, the shame of her bottom being abused in such a public manner or the fact that her pussy was leaking copious juices which were soaking her thong. 

She had lost count how many blows had rained down on her punished cheeks but, just when she knew she was either going to cum or to pass out, the punishment stopped and she was pushed off Mrs Sanderson's lap. Landing on her deep red-coloured cheeks, she screamed again and wondered what new hell they had planned for her. She didn't have long to wait before she found out.

When she dared to raise her eyes, she saw the woman glaring down at her. Looking round the room, hoping in vain for some support, she was more shocked than ever when she saw Mr Sanderson and his son with their cocks out and slowly masturbating. Even worse was the fact that Christina was now lying back in a deep armchair, her skirt around her waist, her knickers pulled to one side and her fingers slowly stroking her wet slit.

"It seems I'm the only one in this room you haven't pleasured yet, you whore. Time to rectify that, I think. Get on your knees and come here."

Lara now knew what was coming next. She was going to have to lick this woman's pussy. She was going to have to lick her pussy while the others sat and watched. She was going to have to lick her pussy while the others masturbated at the same time. She was going to have to listen to them all cumming as her own pussy ached for attention and her own mind screamed in despair.

Knowing by now the submissiveness that was expected of her, she got on to her hands and knees and crawled the few steps towards her latest tormentor. Mrs Sanderson sat there, waiting, waiting for Lara to do everything from her lowly position. As she reached the other woman, she looked up, pleading with her eyes but was met by a cold stare and a firm instruction to continue.

She placed her hands on the woman's legs and pushed her short skirt up her smooth thighs. At any other moment Lara might have been excited to be in this position. She had long ago realised that she loved licking a woman's pussy as much as she loved sucking a man's cock but not like this; not in front of an audience, not being forced to do whatever she was instructed, not when there was no pleasure for her. 

As the woman's skirt bunched around her waist, her knickers were revealed and Lara noticed she wore a small thong similar to her own. The thought reminded her that her own was still around her knees and, in this position, Mr Sanderson and the two younger viewers would have a very clear sight of her pussy lips between her thighs as well as her dirtiest hole between her red cheeks.

Shuddering at the thought of this new humiliation, she looked once more at the woman on whose legs her hands rested. Knowing there was nothing else to do, she slipped her fingers under the elastic around the legs and peeled away the thong that seemed to be glued to the other woman's dripping slit. Lara could smell her, could smell her arousal, and wondered if anyone else could smell hers too.

Mrs Sanderson seemed to be getting impatient by that point and raised her legs on to Lara's shoulders, one on either side. As her calves slid down her captive's back, she pulled the poor woman forward, gripped her hair and commanded her to hurry up. Lara tried one last plea.




Lara and Christina Ch. 05



"Please, Mrs Sanderson, please don't make me do this. I have to get home before my husband does; I can't let him see my torn dress or taste another woman on my mouth. Please!" 

Her answer was to feel her employer's wife pulling her even closer to her pussy. Lara could now see almost nothing but the wet, dripping slit in front of her; could smell almost nothing but the overpowering scent of the woman in front of her; could hear almost nothing but the wicked words from the woman in front of her. All she could feel was her own pussy flooding once more. 

"Can you smell me, you whore? Can you smell my cunt? Does it smell like Christina's? Like your own? Lick my pussy, bitch; that's an order. You know you want to." 

Lara's mouth was now pressed hard against the other woman's pussy. Her tongue reached out, knowing there was only one way to make all this stop; she had to make this woman cum. She forced herself to run her tongue from the bottom up, all the way to the other woman's waiting clit, feeling her trembling as she lapped at her tormentor's juices and swirled her tongue around the sensitive clit. 

She was consumed with self-loathing but she couldn't stop. She longed for someone to do the same to her, to lick her own pussy and make her cum just as the woman before her was about to do. She could feel Mrs Sanderson's hips bucking against her now and knew she was close; she could hear the other woman's moans of pleasure and knew she was being used as nothing more than another sex toy; she could taste the woman's juices and feared that her own mouth would be filled to overflowing. 

And then her employer's wife came around her tongue. Screaming, pulling Lara even tighter against her pussy, causing the poor woman to struggle for breath. She continued to lick for all she was worth, hoping that pleasing this monster would free her of any further obligations but when the woman finally calmed down and Lara was released, she was met with a look of triumph and disdain, nothing in that look brought any comfort to the poor woman who had just given her so much pleasure.

"Well, bitch, what are you waiting for?"

Lara didn't know what was required of her now. She had just given this horrible woman an incredible orgasm with her tongue and, looking round behind her, she could see that the other three were now masturbating furiously, their own orgasms surely not far away. As if to answer her, Mrs Sanderson stood up, turned around and knelt on the chair. Looking round at the bewildered woman, she smiled. 

"I have another hole that needs some attention, slut? It was hard work getting everything ready for the party; I'm sure I must be really sweaty back there." 

Lara thought she was going to be physically sick. The woman was suggesting, no, telling her to lick her arse. Even as aroused as her pussy was, this was one degradation too far. She couldn't do this. Never!

"What are you waiting for, Lara? You want to keep your job, don't you? Now do as you're told and lick my wife's arse hole."

Lara pleaded with her employees but she knew her pleas were in vain. Mr Sanderson's cock was about to erupt and they both knew that the sight of his employee with her tongue up his wife's arse was just what he wanted, what he needed to make himself cum. Totally defeated, in tears, she got back up on to her knees and positioned herself behind the woman on the chair. 

Hesitating just for a moment, she reached towards the other woman and lifted her skirt up, folding it over her back, exposing her round arse, the string of her thong separating her two cheeks, almost disappearing between them. Lara heard a groan behind her and looked round to see Philip's cock pouring his spunk all over his hands as he came at the sight of his mother's arse being prepared for a licking. 

Spreading the woman's cheeks, she leaned closer, pulling her thong from between her tight cheeks. With all her strength, Lara forced herself to stick out her tongue, to run it along the length of her tormentor's crack, tasting her, smelling her. As her wet tongue reached the woman's dirtiest hole, Lara knew what was required of her. The other woman pushed back as she stiffened her tongue and entered the woman from behind. 

"That's it, you whore. Lick my arse. Tongue my sweaty hole, you slut."

She pushed back again and again, driving Lara's tongue deeper and deeper. She had never been so ashamed, never been so humiliated, never been so used, and yet her pussy had never been so wet. She was crying from the fact that she had her mouth fixed tightly against another woman's arse, her tongue buried deep within the woman's arse hole, but still her pussy craved attention...and just at that moment it received it. Philip was now kneeling behind her, wiping his cum covered fingers on her own bottom before starting to rub those same fingers along her soaking cunt. 

She felt so degraded licking another woman's arsehole but that same degradation was exciting her pussy even more. She wondered if she was going to die from shame or from the biggest orgasm of her life which she felt begin as soon as her employer's son's hand had reached for her pussy. She sensed rather than saw Mr Sanderson standing over her, watching his son fuck her with his fingers, watching her tongue sinking further up his wife's arse, watching the whole scene as he began to cum once more, this time shooting his spunk all over Lara's naked back. 

Lara could hold back no longer. She screamed into Mrs Sanderson's arse hole, her whole body rocking with the unwelcome, delicious pleasure of her long awaited orgasm. Her juices flowed out over Philip's fingers, the same fingers that had been covered moments before with his own cum, as she wrapped her arms around Mrs Sanderson's thighs, trying to stay upright. 

As her orgasm faded and her trembling subsided, she opened her eyes to see the wet arse hole of her employer's wife and the reality of what she had just done filled her with a shame that would never go away. 

Everyone seemed to take a moment to catch their breath after this latest outpouring of lust but then they all turned together at the sound of a familiar noise from across the room. The previously innocent Christina had not been involved in this latest humiliation of her colleague but she was by no means sitting idly by either. From somewhere she had produced a large, thick dildo, and a thin purple vibrator. She was sensually lubricating the dildo by pressing it against her pussy lips and running it up and down, covering it with her own juices. The vibrator she had been sucking in her mouth and now extracted it before switching it to its lowest setting. As the rest of the family members sat back in their armchairs to enjoy the show, Lara remained on the floor, not sure what she should do, mesmerised by the sight of the girl opposite her masturbating so openly. 

Obviously deciding that the large dildo was wet enough, she pushed it between her lips and forced it all the way in with one almighty thrust. As her breath returned, she began to tease her small clit with the tip of her purple friend. At first she seemed content to tease her clit, and her audience, playing with her vibrator until she was squirming in her chair. Starting to sweat all over her young body, she began to fuck herself with her plastic cock and everyone in the room could hear the slurping noises as it plunged in and out of her wet pussy. 

Everyone watching, and Christina herself, knew it wasn't going to take much longer and, very soon, her whole body began to shake as her orgasm hit her, her hand still fucking herself, her vibrator still punishing her clit. Given the obvious intensity of it, the others were surprised when the girl seemed to stop quite suddenly and smiled across the room at them, almost shamefacedly. 

"That was nice," she said, as if in explanation. As her juices poured from her pussy and down towards her tightest hole, she withdrew the dildo and began to clean it with her tongue, savouring the taste of herself but deciding she wanted even more. That's when she looked at Lara.

The sight of Christina masturbating in front of them all excited Lara more than she wanted to admit but she still shuddered in fear when she saw her younger colleague raise her head and stare straight at her with a hunger in her eyes. She got back on to her hands and knees as soon as the girl crooked her finger and beckoned her to join her in the large armchair. She knew better than to get up on to her feet but the tiny thong around her thighs restricted her movements slightly as she crawled across the room and her pussy tingled at the thought of what she would be forced to do next; it tingled equally at the thought that Mr Sanderson, his wife and their son were all watching her round bottom sway, were all watching her gorgeous breasts hang down beneath her and were all watching her pussy becoming more juicy with every second. 

As she reached Christina, the younger girl surprisingly moved to the side and allowed her older colleague to sit beside her on the large armchair. If that was a surprise, so was the kiss that Christina planted on her lips; she had become so used to being forced, to being humiliated, in this house that the kiss felt almost loving. The younger girl's wet tongue invaded her mouth, breaking off only momentarily to pull her own T-shirt over her head. 

Lara was enjoying the feel of the girl's hands on her smooth skin and, in any other circumstances, could have allowed herself to return the embrace, to enjoy the feel of her colleague's young body, to make love to her as she had done only yesterday. But not here, not now, not like this in front of her employer and his family. As Christina was not wearing a bra, Lara could feel the effect of the girl's breasts pressing against her own and she knew her pussy was responding too. Her own nipples were as hard as Christina's and when the girl broke off their long kiss to suck on Lara's, the poor woman could not stop the moans of pleasure that escaped from between her lips. 

Mr Sanderson and Philip, meanwhile, were enjoying the show. Both of them had fully stripped off and were now resting back in their respective armchairs, slowly pulling on their cocks, getting them ready for what was still to come. Mrs Sanderson was equally excited, equally naked and equally aroused as she stroked her dripping pussy, desperate to feast on their plaything once again. 

Christina was now in charge; she was taking the lead and moved down her older colleague's toned body, kissing every inch over her stomach on her way down to Lara's waiting pussy. As she settled between the older woman's legs, she gazed almost tenderly at the her colleague's slit before burying her face between Lara's thighs, burying her tongue between Lara's lips, tasting the succulent juices of the older woman and beginning to lap at them as if she had been doing it all her life. 

Lara feared that she was going to be forced to cum again, feared that she was going to have yet another orgasm in front of these people, feared that there was nothing she could do to stop it, when Christina stopped. If she thought for one moment her ordeal was over, she was badly mistaken.

Lifting her older colleague's legs by the ankles, Christina pushed Lara legs back until they were pressing against her own breasts, her feet near her head, forcing her bottom cheeks forward, forcing them open, exposing her tightest hole. Lara gasped in shock at yet another new humiliation as she felt the girl's soft tongue circle her arsehole before pushing hard against it and forcing its way in. Lara knew she had just done the very same thing to the girl's aunt but having her colleague do it to her and having her do it in front of an audience was even more shameful. 

Christina had watched the older woman do this to her aunt only moments before and knew that she wanted to try it. She was enjoying doing it and hoped that someone would do it to her before the day was out but now she wanted to return to Lara's sweet pussy. She pulled her tongue from the other woman's dirtiest hole and allowed her to drop her feet to the floor, giving her access once more to the first pussy she had ever licked. 

As Lara lay there, wondering what sensations were about to assail her next, she felt Christina's tongue return to her hard clit and knew she couldn't take much more of this. If that wasn't bad enough, the girl then began to suck on that sensitive bud, her lips tight around it, almost seeming to draw it out even further. As she did so, she began to slide one finger up and down the older woman's soaking wet lips before effortlessly sliding in between them, beginning to fuck Lara as she had been waiting to do. 

Looking round for just a second, she saw her aunt and uncle were obviously pleased with her efforts. James Sanderson's cock was stiff again as he tugged at it and watched his niece and his employee put on a wonderful show. His wife was smiling too, thinking to herself that she might have some fun with her niece later when things quietened down. And Philip, the birthday boy, was ready for action once again, his fat cock standing big, hard and ready for me, thought Christina. 

She returned her thoughts to her colleague and her tongue to Lara's pussy. She could tell that the older woman was close. Looking up she saw that the other woman's eyes were closed and her head was thrashing from side to side. But it was her pussy Christina was interested in and she smiled as she felt their plaything lift her hips to meet her tongue, obviously lost in lust, obviously desperate to cum and obviously wanting to be fucked as much as Christina wanted to fuck her. 

It was the last thing Lara wanted. She knew she was close, knew her body was now out of control and knew there was nothing she could do. This lack of power was almost as humiliating, almost as arousing as anything else she was having to endure. She felt Christina change tactics as two fingers suddenly began ramming in and out of her pussy while the girl's tongue concentrated on licking hard over her clit. That tongue teased and tormented Lara as she could hear her own moans getting louder and louder, until finally she screamed in release, her thighs trembling either side of her younger colleague's face while her cunt gripped the girl's fingers as if it would never let go. Even so, the girl wanted to fuck Lara and fuck her she did, plunging her fingers in and out just as the other woman had taught her to do, just as she longed for someone to do to her -- right now!

Finally she relaxed and allowed Lara to begin to recover. The older woman opened her eyes to see Christina licking her fingers, cleaning them of her juices and she moaned again, this time in the shameful realisation that her body had betrayed her once again. If she thought she was going to be allowed any respite now, however, she was badly mistaken. James Sanderson and his son finally took their hands off their cocks and walked over towards her, grabbed her, taking an arm each and practically dragged her into the kitchen. Her legs could hardly hold her up but that wasn't going to be a problem for what they had planned next.

They held her up for a few moments while Mrs Sanderson cleared the kitchen table and then threw her down on it, her breasts pressing against the hard wooden top. She was trembling as she looked round to see the two men approach her with what looked like short lengths of rope. They each took one side and tied her wrists to the legs on the far side of the table before securing her legs at the ankles to the legs on the nearer side. The rough feel of the rope being pulled tight around her limbs served only to increase her excitement and her fear.

Bent over in this totally vulnerable position, she could feel the shame and lust warring within her as the gravity of her situation sank in. Not only was she now totally helpless, physically as well as practically, any of the other guests could walk in at any moment and see her exposed like this. 

"What do we do now, dad?" asked the birthday boy.

"Anything you want, son; she's yours to do what you want with."

Lara shuddered at these words and tried to hide her face from those standing around her but, no matter which way she turned, there were naked bodies surrounding her; James Sanderson and his son on one side, his wife and Christina on the other. She was terrified yet she knew she could feel her pussy tingling once more. Would it ever be satisfied? Would she ever escape from this nightmare? What would Philip do to her next?

She didn't have long to wait for an answer as she flinched when she felt his inexperienced finger run down the middle between her upturned arse cheeks, down to her soaking pussy. It travelled the length of her dripping slit and she heard them all laugh as she trembled when he found her sensitive clit. She couldn't stop herself from moaning again as he rubbed her there; he seemed to be enjoying the feel of it under his touch and enjoying her reaction as her whole body shuddered. While he was doing this, he forced his other hand under her, between the hard kitchen table and her soft breasts, taking a hold of one, squeezing it, playing with it, before finding her hard nipple and pinching it.

"I think I want to fuck her now, dad."

"Then that's what you should do, son; it is your birthday, after all, and she is your present."

Lara couldn't see him but she could feel him press his hard cock against her pussy lips and begin to push. He took her by the hips and pulled her back onto him just as he pushed forward and sank deep into her with one almighty thrust. They both moaned together as she felt his heavy balls slap against her clit and he began to fuck her with all the eagerness and energy that only an eighteen year old boy can. 

"Is this how you like it, slut?" 

"She likes it any way she can get it, don't you, you whore?" answered her employer for her, pulling her head up by her thick dark hair and forcing his fat cock between her lips. 

She had no choice but to open her mouth wide and allow him to use her. Neither of them were being in the least bit gentle as she felt herself being banged from both ends, the lips of her mouth and the lips of her pussy suffering under the hard thrusts of both men. Lara knew she shouldn't be enjoying this; she knew she wasn't but still she felt her body respond, still she felt her pussy juices leaking around Philip's cock and still she felt the first stirrings of yet another orgasm deep within her. It was the roughest sex she had ever had and she knew her body would take a long time to recover. She thought there was nothing else they could do to her until she felt Philip pressing a finger against her tightest hole, still wet from Christina's tongue, and plunging in. 

"Dad, can I fuck her arse?"

"Anything you want, son. She can take it."

Philip pulled out of her cunt and, dragging her back just a bit more, he pressed his hard cock against her dirtiest hole and forced it in, stretching her more than she had ever been stretched. Lara was moaning around his father's cock as it fucked her mouth but they both mistook her moans of pain for moans of pleasure and began to fuck her even more savagely. 

The pain was intense and she really was moaning from the pain and the stretching but also from the feeling of total submission that washed over her. Philip was having the best birthday ever and pressed harder and deeper, looking down as his cock disappeared up the poor woman's arse hole. She knew she was being used and abused like she never had in the past but, when she felt someone else's hand reach beneath her, a softer hand, and begin to slowly play with her swollen clit, she felt like a whore. 

They all laughed as she shuddered once again and Lara felt the deepest shame she had ever felt. Philip, on the other hand, felt only her arse hole as it tightened around his cock. He began to move in and out of her tightest hole even faster as he watched his dad speed up fucking her mouth. Both men now were battering her holes so hard she didn't know what was happening but she knew what was about to happen. She felt the cum hit the roof of her mouth first, seconds before she felt her bowels fill with Philip's spunk, seconds before the biggest orgasm of her life hit her and her whole body shook as both father and son used her, abused her and made her cum like she had never cum before. 




Lara and Christina Ch. 05



When they both pulled out of her, her mouth and her arse hole were so used to being stretched, she wondered if they would ever feel the same. She didn't have long to worry about that, though. She was too worried about what James Sanderson said next.

"You can let the others in now. They've waited long enough. Make sure each of the women that want a strap-on are given one. They can choose themselves what length they want."

Lara knew her day had hardly begun.