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Life Can Have Interesting Twists 01

By: goolwaman17



Brenda Bartlett was on her second booking that evening. She was lying naked on her back, looking up at the ceiling enjoying getting herself royally fucked and, at the same time, dreaming of how her life had taken such an amazing twist. She only knew the man who was between her legs, pounding away at her pussy, as Wayne.

It was at Debbie's, her daughters 21 birthday party, when, Brenda's life took an unusual twist. Debbie had informed Brenda that she was going to have a joint 21st party with, from her schooldays, her friend Wendy. Debbie, had explained, that as Wendy's house was considerably larger than theirs, it made sense to hold the party there. Brenda knew it made sense and had, since the announcement, been looking forward to the joint party for several weeks.

On the day of the party Brenda had doubts that, at 47, she would be, outshone, by the younger girls who would be there. She hadn't attended any such celebration parties for years but she knew that, from past experiences, they were always long, hot evening, especially with so many people present. She wanted to look as attractive as possible so she decided to only wear light weight clothing. With the, keeping herself cool aim, she chose her favourite, strapless, blue dress, with the comfortable, same colour, silk slip. She also decided to wear a suspender belt, rather than tights, with a small but convenient, thong. In addition she picked, the easy to fit, strapless, front clipping bra.

On arrival they were met by Wendy's parents. Brenda had met Monica, Wendy's mother, several times before but, always felt uneasy in her presence. It was difficult to assess why, but Brenda always felt Monica was assessing her.

Brenda was determined to enjoy herself, for her daughter's sake, more than anything else. Debbie had taken it badly when Harry, her father, had left the family home. This party was right for Debbie, as her coming of age was an important moment in her young life. She was now officially becoming an adult, 21, key of the door, and all that.

Brenda wanted to enjoy herself but, most importantly to make Debbie's 21st, the best day of her daughter's life. During the evening Brenda had achieved her aim of speaking to all the guests, as she was trying to be an attentive and, welcoming, mum. Being sociable, involved drinking more than one glass, of the most divinely tasting, red wine. Later in the evening she felt light headed and, just a little wobbly.

The house had six bedrooms and covered a substantial land area. It also had a number of corridors and passageways that Brenda remembered earlier, but now found confusing, even after Monica had previously shown her around the house. Now it was much later in the evening, and the red wine was kicking in, affecting her sense of direction, badly.

The two ground floor toilets were in regular demand, so Brenda had decided to use one of the others on the first floor. Upstairs, turn left, then, turn right, and a toilet should be there, she tried desperately to remember what she had been previously told. Wrong. It also didn't help that the lighting was quite poor. She was about to return to the ground floor and start again when a young couple, with obviously amorous intentions, gave her fresh directions. Right, then left and, ok, there it was. Locking the door behind her, she sat, and enjoyed the most welcomed relief ever, well certainly on that night. Having wiped herself she began the uncertain journey, back to the party.

As she, slightly stumbling, walked along the poorly light corridor her arm was suddenly held, and she was pulled into a darkened room. She had little time to grasp what had happened when strange hands began to roam all over her body. She wanted to protest but, quickly became totally disorientated. As she was being spun round she began to be tickled, then spun round and, tickled again. 

Under her arm pits, around her waist, on her knees and thighs, the hands were constantly tickling her, and the attention was driving her mad. The tickling was irritatingly unpleasant, as she had always hated being tickled, but in a strange way it was also alerting, sensual sensations, in parts of her body. As she laughed, from all the probing and tickling, her disorientation gradually became worse, and she became quite giddy with all the spinning.

Suddenly the spinning and, tickling, stopped. She was then held firmly but, being in a confused state she was in no condition to argue, as her dress, and bra were removed. In addition, each of her ankles and wrists had lengths of cord tied to them. She was then carried, and lowered on to a bed where her wrists and ankles were secured to all four corners. Harry had been the only man, in her adult life, to have ever seen her naked, but now she had been stripped naked by, at least, two unknown, people.

As she laid there she began to feel hands, touching, and stroking her body. One set of hands were caressing her breasts and nipples, while the other pair stroked up and down the inner parts of her thighs. Occasionally the hand stroking her thighs would also, gently stroke over her exposed pussy. 

The slow, gentle caressing was challenging every part of her body and was causing her to be lifted to a new level of erotic lasciviousness that she had never experienced before. Reluctantly she began to respond to this gentle, touching and caressing by moaning and saying, "What are you doing to me, you must stop, now." As she finished speaking a round object was placed into her mouth and it was held firmly in position by straps secured behind her head.

With this thing in her mouth she found she was unable to speak, and could only make a, muffled sound, if she tried.

As she adjusted to the object in her mouth she became aware, someone was kissing, and licking her neck, her ear lobes and also sucking, her very pronounced, nipples. Her sexual excitement was overflowing when she felt other fingers, carefully being inserted, into her pussy. All this, caressing and stroking seemed to go on forever. Then, for the first time in her life she felt something warm, pressing on to her pussy opening.

Initially, she wondered what it was, then as the attention grew more assertive, she realised it was a mouth with a probing tongue. She was astonished that anyone would want to put their mouth between her legs, but as weird as she thought it was, she had to admit, to herself, that it felt extremely pleasant.

The more the mouth and tongue slipped around her opening, the more her body was being excited, as it had never been before. Gradually she began to feel an, extraordinary, and unusual pressure building in her lower body areas. As the tension began to build, she started to think something was physically wrong with her, when suddenly she experienced a massive release of her body fluids, a sensation she had never experienced before.

She was now in a, highly emotional state of stress, and she was thrashing her body on the bed trying to release the pressure being applied to her pussy. 

It took several minutes for her body to calm down and return to a more normal feeling. However, although the person had released the pressure on her mound, the licking and kissing, down there, continued. With her nipples also being sucked, she was lifted to two more, in quick succession, huge body explosions.

Her thoughts drifted to her husband Harry, who she still loved, even though he had walked away from her, for a young bimbo. Throughout their 24 year marriage their sex had always been the same. It was lights off, missionary position, limited foreplay, cock in, and then two, maybe three minutes of listening to Harry grunting until he unload. Once he had ejaculated he would roll off her and fall asleep. Brenda had been told by her mother, that her duty as a, loving, obedient wife, was to satisfy her husband and to be happy to fulfil whatever his sexual demands were. 

It had never crossed her mind that she had her own personal needs or anything other than, bang, bang, and goodnight. She had led a narrow sexual life, before her marriage, with limited exposure to other carnal information or experiences.

With this new, amazingly stimulated experience, Brenda realised she was physically becoming drained of energy. Never before, had her body been played with so much, and for so long. She was dreaming with pleasure when she became aware her ankles had been released and they had been placed into a position, close to her head. This new bent forward position was slightly uncomfortable, but her initial concerns quickly passed as she felt something sliding up and down the inside of her exposed pussy lips. It felt warm and it was hard.

She knew that, a rather large penis was about to be pushed into her body. Although she also knew it was wrong, with the previous pleasuring of her body, she now just wanted to be fucked. This new experience was enthralling, as slowly, but progressively, the penis entered her body. The man was taking his time, clearly enjoying himself, but as his thrusting began to accelerate more aggressively so, amazingly, she began to thoroughly enjoy the experience, as well. She was taken to several more wonderful explosions of pleasure of her own. 

When the man began to grunt and, quietly repeated, "Oh yes, Oh yes," she knew he was about to cum inside her. As he gave her one really hard push, he said, "Fantastic, beautiful, what a wonderful fuck." She then felt a stream of his cum shooting into her welcoming womb.

Laying on her, he rested for several minutes but, as he withdrew his cock and moved away so immediately another penis was pushed into her body. This one was, longer and fatter, but her pussy, now being so wet, easily accepted it. The way this man began to fuck her, with so much vigour she thought, was a man fed up, having to wait his turn.

It was what she now wanted as her body was crying out to be used and this man was fulfilling, an urgency, that was deep within her body. If it wasn't for the object in her mouth she would be welcoming this man and telling him to give a good fucking.

All too soon this second man blew his load but as he slipped his penis out of Brenda's pussy she sensed something flimsy being placed over the top of her nose. She was unaware that a handkerchief, lightly dipped in chloroform, had been gently placed over her face. 

That was all she remembered until she felt her shoulder being shaken, "Mum, mum come on its late and we need to get home." From somewhere deep in Brenda's brain she began to respond to the shaking. "Mum, you must have come up here, laid down on the bed and fallen asleep, because we have been looking for you for some time. Mum, come on freshen up, the taxi's waiting for us outside." 

Brenda sat on the bed for several minutes before standing up and walking into the bathroom. She was aware that her leg muscles were aching and her pussy also had a strange ache. 

As she walked, with Debbie down the stairs in to the entrance hallway, her mind was trying to recall previous events.



Part Two, will explain how Monica takes advantage of Brenda 

Life Can Have Interesting Twists 02



It was nearly mid-day when Brenda opened her eyes. Without moving, she knew she had a seriously bad head, so she just lay there, relaxing. As time drifted by she began to recall the previous night's party. She touched her nipples and noticed how sensitive they were. Her legs and thighs, told her brain, how much they were aching but she was unable to focus, her mind, on what had happened at the party the previous evening.

She must have laid there for, perhaps an hour, when she heard, "Come on sleepy head, it's about time you got yourself up." It was Debbie and she continued with, "Come on mum, sit up, and drink this black coffee."

"Darling you look so lovely, you must have had a great night?" asked Brenda, sitting up and sipping the drink.

"Mum it was a really great party and, I really had a super time. You did an excellent job and I'm sorry I didn't spend a lot of time with you. There were just so many old friends to talk to, and to catch up on all their gossip. You must have got tired, because we found you asleep in one of the upstairs bedrooms."

"You found me sleeping, was everything ok?" Brenda questioned knowing somewhere in her mind something had happened to her before Debbie had found her.

"Mum you were fine. You were just so busy helping the guests all nights you probably went to have a quiet few minutes and, took a 40 winks nap," replied Debbie. "I'm going out shopping now with a few of the girls from last night's party. Take your time but get yourself up and we can catch up later, when I get back."

It was a Sunday, so there was no real need to hurry. Brenda decided to take a shower, but as she stood up the blood rushed to her head. She now felt an ache, in her back muscles, as well as in her thighs. The shower however, was great and helped to ease her muscle stress. Having dressed in a summer frock, and enjoyed another cup of black coffee, she was beginning to feel more like her normal self.

It was around two in the afternoon when the house phone rang. Picking up the receiver Brenda was surprised to hear a voice say, "Like me, you must be a proud mum today Brenda. Our daughter's 21st party was a great success." Before Brenda could make a reply, the voice, now established as Monica's, continued with, "I would love you to come over for an afternoon cup of tea, darling. We can, together, chat about what fun was had by all last night."

With her head still thumping, Brenda was not in the right frame of mind to go out socialising, so replied, "Ah Monica, firstly, thanks for the call. What I remember of the evening, it was a good night however, right now I am busy getting some papers ready for my, arranged company meeting, in the morning," she lied.

"I understand Brenda, what is it you do, is it accounts management? Look I know you are a busy woman with a professional job, but a lot of photos were taken last night and I am sure, you will want to enjoy them all, as I have been doing. There really are some very good ones and, I know you will want to see them, before you go into the office tomorrow morning, my dear," Monica voice sounded rather like, come or else, tone.

"Monica it's nice of you to ring me but can I come round some other time, I really am busy," again she lied.

"Ok my dear, it's just that one or two of the photos may have some implications for you, when you go into the office tomorrow morning. I really think you should make the time, and come over now."

With the slight edge in Monica voice Brenda's mind reacted, with more than a little concern, and she quickly thought to herself, photos, work tomorrow, now she was intrigued as to what was actually being said, "Ok Monica yes, give me an hour and I will be with you."

"Oh that sounds lovely darling, I look forward to seeing you soon." Monica said, as the call ended.

A little while later Brenda entered Monica's house. She was there to greet her, kissing her on both cheeks and for over half an hour Monica was the perfect host. She made Brenda feel much better about herself and, certainly more relaxed than she ever had, when they had previously met. They talked about their daughters, the party, how it had all gone and generally about local events.

Brenda did not want to be rude but she wanted to get off home as soon as possible so she, changing the subject, asked, "Monica you said there were photos?"

"Yes there are some really good ones, come up stairs and we can look at them together." Monica replied.

The room was a, joint, bedroom with a lounge, with a magnificent view over the, large rear, gardens. Monica went to a desk and returned with a large bundle of photos. "How lucky we are these days to be able to use, the speed of the computer to print off photos, even as they are being taken. The girls were taking pictures of each other all night, and then printing the ones they liked. Let's start with the birthday girls."

Together they looked at perhaps over 100 photos of many of the guests. Brenda, had selected several, saying she would like a copies of them, for herself. As another photo was passed to her, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. This was totally unexpected. She looked at Monica and said, "What on earth is this, this is not a party photo."

"Well not of the downstairs party, it was taken at the upstairs party that you attended, have a closer look." Another one was passed to Brenda, shock, horror, she was looking at herself lying naked on a bed. "Try this one, my dear?" Brenda took it and again, oh no, she had a penis in her mouth. The photos then kept coming, showing her in various positions with two men, men who were using her naked body.

As each photo was given to Brenda she had not spoken. It was Monica who eventually broke the silence with, "You had a ball, you really enjoyed yourself, and look there's more." Monica pressed a remote and just a few feet away a TV screen was turned on. Oh no, Brenda was watching herself in all her naked glory, being fucked, and sucking on a penis at the same time. The video lasted for less than five minutes but, during that time, she was shown in all sorts of positions. What was utterly weird, staring at her own screen face, was that she appeared to be enjoying herself.

"Well my dear, you were having a personal party of your own, and I must say you gave a, star performance. Looking at the pictures and the video, I sure you will be pleased to know, there's more of you on other CD's. I thought you would want to see these before you went into the office tomorrow, as I am sure Mr Burgess," the Finance Director where Brenda worked, "and your other colleagues would love to see them. Of course you would not be an employee for very long once they had seen them. Plus, of course, a copy to a porno channel and you will be a worldwide star overnight. You may, of course, feel you have been taken advantage of?"

Monica paused, and then continued, expounding on things for Brenda to think about, "You should, be delighted with yourself. You are a most attractive woman and you certainly know how to pleasure men, as the photos, and videos, confirm."

"I must go," Brenda suddenly said, as she made an attempt to stand up.

"Are you sure you want to go, there's so much more to look at, wouldn't you like to see the rest?" Monica asked.

"I must go," Brenda repeated.

"Ok if you feel you must leave, then you must, but please let me give you a few departing thoughts as you go. When you next look at your body, check for marks, you won't find any. Check that lovely pussy of yours, no bruising, or any sign of semen. Why, perhaps you may ask? Well you were a willing pussy, out to enjoy yourself, happily offering men the use all your treasured parts."

"You may, as you sit at home later to night, consider going to the authorities, but again you should think long and hard before going down that avenue. Let me summarise, no marks on your body, no signs of bruising anywhere, no evidence of who the men were or who you allowed to fuck you, and no evidence as to where you seduced those men. Conclusive evidence, don't you think that you were just a willing participant, out to have some fun."

"If you said the men took advantage of you here, at the party, then every guest will have to be interviewed and they will say, they didn't hear, or see, anything. Even your own daughter will say she found you, fully clothed, asleep. When your mind clears you will remember being tickled and enjoying yourself. Then you willingly let yourself have consensual intercourse. What you will not remember is what happened to you after you, so happily, fell asleep."

"You wanted more. You asked one of the men if you could suck his cock and also begged the other man to fuck you. You gave a star performance. Of course any contact with the authorities will mean you will also be, within minutes of a single click on a keyboard, be a worldwide porno star showing your body in all its glory," Monica concluded smiling at Brenda.

"I must go," Brenda repeated again. She stood up and without any goodbyes descended the stairs slamming the front door on her way out. She then drove straight home and immediately went into the bathroom and ran a shower for herself. Although she spent a considerable time washing her body, especially her breasts and between her legs, she knew she could not wash away, those photos, or videos. She knew she was like, a rabbit on a motorway, caught by the oncoming cars headlights with nowhere to go, she was just trapped.

Over the next few days Brenda concentrated her thoughts on her company's accounts, as the end of year figures were due out, in the next 10 days. 

It was around two o'clock, on that Thursday afternoon, following Brenda's meeting with Monica when Vera, the company's receptionist had rung through to her office inviting her to come to the reception area. Assuming it was probably to collect some more confidential papers for her accounts project, she quickly went to the reception desk. On arrival Vera said, "Mrs Bartlett surprise, surprise. Wow these are for you, they are gorgeous," handing her a large bouquet of flowers.

Brenda carried them back to her desk and retrieving the card that was attached to the packaging. The card read, "Brenda all is quiet so I assume you have taken some sensible decisions. Please pop round tonight so we can talk. I will expect you at 8pm prompt, Lots of Love, Monica." Brenda just sat there staring at the card. "Bloody cow, of all the, liberty taking, love Monica. She can go fuck her, hope she dies right now, hope she dies in agony. Hate her, hate her," she thought, tearing the card in to very small pieces.

She wanted to throw the flowers as far as she could throw them, but that would cause her colleagues to think she had gone mad. It would create a fuss that would be difficult to explain. Instead, Brenda went straight to the kitchen area and, filling a vase with water, put the flowers in a nice display, and left them on the window sill. 

With the arrival of the flowers her mind was blown. Her concentration was shattered so she left her desk as soon as she could that same evening. She sat, at home for a long time but eventually decided it would be impossible to avoid Monica's request, to be at her house by 8pm prompt. It was more than just a, if you like, type of request, it was more of an order so, reluctantly, she arrived at Monica's just before the set time.

Monica opened the door and welcomed Brenda as though she was someone she hadn't seen in years. Kisses on both cheeks, lovely to see you comments, glad you could come over, and all that old tosh. Brenda, went along with the friendly approach, but knew there would be something else, something that may not be, to her liking.

As they sat down a maid delivered tea and cakes. Monica had a business approach to most things and quickly referred to the photos and video asking, "Brenda my dear you have had a few days to think about the excellent video and those magnificent photos of yourself in action, you must agree they are good?"

Brenda was rather taken aback by the direct question and had to let it sink in. When she was able to give a carefully considered, answer she replied "Monica I am rather shocked that you would arrange for those men to take advantage of me."

"Brenda darling there was no arrangement, as you suggest, you willingly wanted to play, and as I said to you when we last met, you were a real star. It was, perhaps, unfortunate that pictures were taken of you enjoying yourself, and, would no doubt be embarrassing for you, especially if they fell in to the wrongs hands. There is however, no need to worry about that happening, as they are all secured safely away."

"However, of course the future, safe concealment of those pictures, and wonderful videos, will mean you fully co-operating with my requirements. I will need your personal services to enhance my professional business objectives. I operate a very successful members club for established successful, powerful and often wealthy men. I will require you to entertain one, or perhaps even two, of those men every week from now on."

Monica paused, waiting for a possible reaction, but as nothing happened she continued with, "Every one of your, shall we call them customers, will have been vetted very carefully by my, trusted team. All of the men will be either, married, or widowed and I will know whatever there is to know, about every one of them. You will need to meet them, be very nice to them, and allow them to have sex with you. They will pay me a fee so they can meet with you for straight sex but, of course, you will be able to negotiate with your customers if they want, what we call, extra services."

"So Brenda before I go on, have you anything to say?" asked Monica.

"I won't do it. I am not that kind of woman. I have been faithful to one man for over 20 years and I have no desire to be with another man, or men," Brenda said looking straight at Monica.

"Oh I think you will, unless you want to see yourself on every porno channel, and all your friends, thinking you are a sex slut. Now, let me tell you what will happen, from this moment on. One, you will give me your body measurements, right now, two, you will give me your mobile phone number, and three a set of garments will be purchased for you. The cost of those garments will be deducted from what you earn from every customer, you service. Four, you will keep the professional duties you fulfil for me, completely confidential. Finally before you leave here, you will sign a contract agreement that, confirms you are willingly co-operating with all your employment duties."

"I have accommodation units, being used at the moment, above the large food supermarket in the high street on the corner of, St. Marks Road and Queens Street. The company has several establishments and you will be working, from time to time, in all of them. Only one of my ladies enters my apartments during any afternoon or evening, which means you will never meet any of your working colleagues or other customers at those apartments."

Monica, looking at the pictures again said, "I know you will be a natural. I have looked at you for some time and, as you must know, you are a very attractive, mature, and well educated, woman and you will earn me a lot of money. You can also, potentially earn, if you are clever, a lot of money for yourself. I believe you will, within only a few weeks, begin to enjoy your new life."

Monica paused, waiting for any sort of response from Brenda but, with nothing coming back she finished by saying "On Saturday you will meet with Rosie, my trusted manager, who will explain your working duties. Your first night on duty will be next Wednesday. Your working name will be Gloria. Rose will be in contact with to provide details of where to meet her."

"Now Brenda, you are not here to discuss, or negotiate about your new role in life, so let's get on, your bust, waist, hip measurements, please, right now."

Part 3, Brenda meets her first customer and Monica makes a big mistake.



Life Can Have Interesting Twists 03



Before leaving Monica's house Brenda reluctantly, and with considerable trepidation, signed the prepared contract. Brenda had agreed to Monica's working employment arrangements and now was a, so called, employee.

On Saturday morning the woman, named Rose contacted her, telling her to go to "The Venture Hotel," at the far end of the high street. She had to be there at 2pm and come alone. Since the meeting with Monica, Brenda had thought through all the possible avenues of what she was being asked to undertake. The outcome was that she had decided to make the best of it, as really, she had no alternative options.

Brenda arrived before the set time and found a comfortable seat, in the very large, hotel lounge. A waiter approached her, but she declined the offer to make an order, saying she was waiting for a friend to join her. She looked around wondering what the other people, she could see, were there for? She browsed through several magazines and began to question if she had perhaps made a mistake, with the time, or even the place?

It was 15 minutes past the arranged 2pm meeting time when suddenly, from behind her, a voice said, "Hello, you must be Brenda, or should I call you, Gloria."

Brenda turned her head and was amazed to see a very large black woman. Her quick estimate of the woman's age would be perhaps, early 50's. With a better view, and as she sat down, Brenda realised the woman was physically, well built. The woman reached across the small coffee table, and offering her hand saying, "Very nice to meet you my dear, my name is Rose but you can call me Rosie." The hand shake confirmed, to Brenda, that this was the grip, of a powerful woman. The grip felt like it was sending a message to Brenda, one of, "I am the boss and, I am not a woman to be fooled with."

With afternoon tea ordered, they began to chat about everything from, the weather to film stars, shopping habits and what their general interests were. Brenda found the woman very easy to chat and, began to relax.

It was over 30 minutes before Rosie said, "So you are to join me regularly, starting this coming Wednesday and I am told you have a natural talent, so I will expect good results."

Rosie continued to explain to Brenda what would be expected of her. She would have to arrive wearing a wig, a pair of tinted glasses and always wear a full length coat, or, a full length dress, but always without a belt. She would unlock the front door and, once in the entrance lobby, ring the warning bell situated by the inner, second entrance door.

Once identified, Rosie explained how she would release the inner security door. Brenda would then need to wait for the lift to be released from its, fixed locked top floor position, to carry her up to her place of work.

The customers would join her, after Rosie had seen them first. Every customer will have been previously, carefully vetted, so Brenda would only be meeting with people who had an established, and confirmed, background history.

Brenda would be expected to always wear the wig, together with a small upper face and, part nose covering mask, throughout the time she was with each of her customers.

Her customers would also wear a similar mask, ensuring personal confidentiality.

Brenda was advised that a ten pound payment would be made to Rosie, in cash, for cleaning the room after Brenda had finished with each of her customers. Brenda would receive £30.00 for every customer she serviced, but deductions would also be made, to pay for every item purchased on her behalf. 

She was also informed that she would be assessed so there would be an opportunity to increase her initial customer payment. Rosie went on to explain that every customer completes 20 tick box sections with a 1 to 10 assessment for each section. Her rating scores from each customer would be used to either, increase, or in some cases, reduce her customer payments. 

"Simple Gloria, be nice to each of your customers, treat them well, and get a better payment. One or two of my girls are on £80.00 payments, so there's a clear incentive for you to do as well, or perhaps, even better.

Brenda was handed a folder and told that it contained, confirmation details of what she had just been told plus, many other rules and, useful items of advice. She was advised to read all the enclosed papers and, comply with them, at all times. 

She was also informed that enclosed in the folder, were her initial receipts for over £400.00p. Rosie went on to explain that, essential items had been purchased on her behalf, for work she would be doing. Those garments etc would be placed in the room, she would be working in, before her arrival.

Rosie asked for any questions but there were none. With this first get together finished, Rosie confirmed Brenda's first night on duty would be Wednesday. The customers would be in her room at 8.00pm and Brenda's start time will always be one hour earlier. Rosie smiled and, then left.

Brenda sat at the table for some time before ordering herself a small glass of red wine. From her daily routine, perhaps some would say, boring life she now entering in to an unknown world of sex. A world, where she would be required to, give her body to strangers, and then for them to use it as they wanted to. A shudder, suddenly swept over her body and she felt an urge to be sick.

Brenda wasn't sick. She sat and ordered a second glass of wine and being a woman of sound mind and body said confidently to herself, "Come on pull yourself together, you can and, you will get through this?"

Brenda found the first three days of the week extremely difficult. Undertaking her normal work activities when she was in a state of distress was arduous for her. Where, under normal circumstances, she would only have to re-check her work once, she was now having to go over the figures, three and sometimes, four times. Her concentration was shot, as her thoughts constantly went to, anticipating Wednesday evening and, what would be expected of her and, how would she cope with it all?

She was also not sleeping too well! Her body was full of, uncertain anticipation, but, it was also beginning to respond, in an excited way. It was like going on a first date but knowing, in advance, that you would be getting fucked, before you could go home.

The itch between her legs was getting worse, by the hour, let alone the day. Sitting at her desk was becoming more uncomfortable with each passing hour. She had to keep fidgeting, often getting up to walk around to easy the excitement building, between her legs. Her nipples had grown in size and, were hurting. Her breasts were reacting in a new strange, unusual way, never experienced before and, they felt like they could easily explode as, an erotic fantasy began growing in her mind.

The waiting was finally over, when Brenda unlocked the outer door of the building on that first Wednesday evening. As she pressed the inner security door bell the intercom voice of Rosie said, "Ok, come up." The inner door lock was then automatically released and, as she entered the lobby, it closed, positively, behind her.

Brenda thought, as she exited the lift and saw Rosie waiting for her, how well lit and creatively decorated the place was.

"Well my dear you are early as instructed, so a good start, now come with me," Rosie said, in a kind, way. She then continued with, "This will be your room tonight," opening a door and pointing inside. "As you can see there is tea and coffee and, if required, the odd bottle of spirits. I suggest you keep your own personal intake of the spirits to, just a small amount?" 

"The clothes I brought for you are in the wardrobe but tonight you will only need the silky soft, baby doll, night gown over there," pointing to a chair. Your customer does, however, like self supporting thigh length stockings but, he will bring those items with him. I suggest you now have a shower to relax your body. All your customers must, also, shower as part of their arrival preparation. Any questions before I leave you? "No," replied Brenda. Then Rosie, answering her own question, said, "Ok, oh yes, if you ever feel in any danger, which has never ever happened, there is a bell that, if pressed will alert me, across the hallway," Rosie said, lifting a black corded press button.

Brenda looked at the large clock, 30 minutes to go she thought, shower yes. Taking off her clothes, plus her new wig, she walked into the showers and hit the, warm to hot button, oh heaven she thought.

Emerging from the shower, she slipped on the short negligee. She then, carefully, re-fitted her wig and mask and then, looking in the full length mirror, thought to herself how very attractive she was. She had, from an early age, developed a larger pair of breasts than any of her friends. Although, at times, they tended to, embarrassingly bounce around, and, at times give her an ache in her upper back muscles, never the less she was very proud of them.

She had just completed putting on her make up when there was a gentle knock on the door. Butterflies flew into Brenda's body as she opened the door to admit her first customer. Wow, in walked this short, stocky black man, "Hello babes nice to meet you. I will take a shower, so organise a couple of whisky drinks, and we can relax together," he said to her in a casual, everyday, way. 

Brenda, totally mesmerised, stood there watching the man undress, right there in front of her. This was a big man, Brenda thought, looking at his huge muscled arms and thighs. She was also immediately attracted to his tight, smooth butt however, as he turned to face her, she was shocked by the size of what was hanging between the man's legs. There it was, a fat, not yet erect, cock, and it was all of about 8 inches long.

"Come on honey get those drinks, then we can have some fun together," he said, smiling.

Brenda poured the drinks, pouring more of the whiskey in to the man's glass and, more of the soda in to her own. Carry the two glasses to the settee she sat down to wait for him. Almost immediately, as she sat herself down, the man came out of the shower, drying himself at the same time. As he walked towards her he picked up, the whisky bottle and the soda, and then sat down next to her.

"Well it's nice to be with you honey, call me Joe, what's your name?" he asked. Thinking quickly Brenda replied, "Gloria,"

"Well Gloria I must say you are a fine looking woman, we are going to get along just swell," he said resting his large hand on Brenda thigh. "This I hope will be the first of many meetings but as it's our first, let's drink a toast to, good times," he said picking up his glass.

Brenda picked up hers and they touched each other's glass, "To good times. Great all down in one yes," swallowing his drink, "Come on honey your turn now."

"To good times," Brenda toasted and, down it went just as asked. As she put her, now empty glass down, so Joe refilled it. "No Joe not too much for me," Brenda said. "Nonsense," Joe replied, "We have lots of time to get to know each other and social drinking is good," he said again, smiling broadly.

Brenda was already finding Joe a smooth operator, with an infectious laugh and easy going manner, so she just sat back and agreed. They talked about their interests in music, TV favourites, news items etc. As they chatted so Joe was stroking Brenda's thighs, nibbling her neck and ears, and then, sliding his hand under her negligee, began to caress and fondle her breasts.

The first whisky had given her a warm inner glowing feeling but the second was going to her head. As they finished their second drink Joe said, "Honey you really are a beauty and I want to see it all," easing the negligee up and over Brenda's head. "Wow what a magnificent pair of tits," he said lowering his mouth onto one of her nipples.

Joe spent some time kissing, sucking and fondling Brenda's breasts when he said, "I love to taste the women I am going to fuck so open those lovely legs and let me see your lovely pussy."

Joe then slide on to the carpet while Brenda opened her legs, "Oh my, what a gorgeous sight, lay back honey while I get to work on that little pot of gold." With her legs now pushed up, and spread, Joe lowered his mouth on to Brenda's slit. Joe's mouth was driving her in to orbit and her emotions were accelerating fast. He was also using one of his hands to squeeze her breasts and gently touch and flick her nipples.

She remembered back to the night of her daughter's wedding and having her pussy sucked. Like that night she was aware her body was responding to Joe's mouth. She began to feel her body tensing with expectation and, as the strange ache in her pussy began to build so she tried, in vain, to push Joe's head away from her. As the tension built, followed by a growing feeling of unusual stress between her legs it suddenly happened, as she experienced a massive climax. 

As the tension began to subside, she laid back and felt physically drained. The whole experience was beautiful; the slow build up, the shuddering release and then, the relaxation was just so beautiful.

Joe was good. He loved to fuck women, and enjoy himself, but he, with previous experience, had learnt that women needed give themselves up, much more, if they are also, to be fully satisfied.

Joe loved to feel his women fighting to be released from his mouth, as wave after wave of erotic emotion, swept through their bodies. This woman, Gloria, was no different she had fought hard, twisting and turning but Joe had held her firmly. As he noticed the fight going out of her, he witnessed Gloria relaxing with satisfaction. It was then that he, very easily, lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, laying her gently down on to it.

He was quickly laying by her side and as he stroked her body he said, "That was fantastic now I am going to get between those lovely legs and fuck you, so if you are ready, please ask me to fuck you?" he asked.

With her climax and the second swig of whiskey she was certainly relaxed and looking in to Joe's eyes she said, "Yes Joe, please fuck me."

"Take a look at this," he asked. Brenda responded by sitting up, and leaning on one elbow, and looked at, what was now an angry looking black monster cock. It had a large head, with protruding veins running down the shaft. It had also grown another two or three inches but, the thing that Brenda noticed most, was the size of its girth.

Fitting a condom he said, with a reassuring smile, "Ok now you know what you are going to get, lay back, spread those legs as wide as you can, and enjoy," 

Joe then rolled on to Brenda and, holding his cock began to rub it up and down the entrance of her pussy lips. As he eased it in to Brenda's very wet, tight pussy, he said, "Relax Gloria, you will be able to take all of it."

After a few moments of stretching Brenda's cunt muscles he again gave reassurance by saying, "Once your body allows me to gain full penetration you will know what it's like to be, well and truly, fucked." 

Brenda had to concentrate her mind, to relax her body, and allow Joe to achieve full penetration. She knew he was a powerful man and so clearly wanted to fuck her. 

Inch by inch Brenda experienced, for the first time ever, a big penis, being pushed into her pussy. She was very wet but it still took several minutes for her body to relax enough, to allow full penetration. This was a mighty beast seeking its way into her inner parts. She acknowledged full penetration when she felt his ball sack slapping against her buttocks.

"You have a lovely tight pussy Gloria, now let me prepare you for the, fuck of your life," he said, slowly easy himself out, perhaps by an inch, and then pushing back in. This steady pulling out and then re-entry was sending a surrender message to Brenda's pussy muscles.

After several minutes of gentle, but positive motion, this sensitivity had prepared her, when, Joe said, "You are a beautiful woman and you are now going to make me a happy man." Lifting her legs up and pushing her heels forward he gained a new opportunity for gaining an even greater length of penetration. 

Brenda was not prepared for the first real thrust of Joe's cock, and she was caught off guard, but it was clear that this man knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it. The thrusting was very positive and bordered on being aggressive but Brenda discovered the more Joe banged her hard, the more she wanted to be dominated by this man.

Inadvertently she opened her eyes, and found she was looking at the clock. Just under the first hour, of her two hour session time had flown by.

Joe was on a mission, and he was just enjoying so much of this, new, and exciting, pussy. He was a master at holding back his sperm release but on this, first and rather special occasion, he just wanted to unload.

Joe had exerted himself much more, during this fuck session, than many he could remember in the past. Lovely woman, big tits, nice rounded derriere and oh boy what a fuck, wham, he came in a rush, and really all too quickly.

After several minutes of recovery he rolled off Brenda and rested on the bed. She looked at him with admiration and at that moment, although, perhaps she should negotiate for more money she moved towards Joe's cock and, removing the condom she held it in her hand before lowering her mouth on to it. She had never before had a cock in her mouth but it didn't matter, it just felt right, to suck this awesome beast.

She was only able to get the head into her mouth, but that was enough for her to show Joe, her appreciation for a great fuck.

"Gloria you are a wonderful woman, was that good for you?" he asked.

Brenda did not want to release this cock and mumbled, "Yes," and nodded her head.

Brenda could not quite get her hand fully around Joe's cock, but she continued to, gently caressed it and sucked the head of it. All too quickly she felt a tap on her head and, looking up in to Joe eyes, heard him say, "Let's have another drink."

"Not for me," said Brenda. 

"Just a small one Gloria, one for the road as they say," Joe said with a persuading voice. It was in the glass as he spoke and, down the hatch, before she could really resist. 

This third drink was really working its way into every part of her body. "Come on Gloria I still have plenty of time so get on your knees and push that lovely arse up in the air for me," Joe said.

Once on her knees Brenda again felt her tight pussy being entered by that big beast. Joe was again full of energy and was thrusting with great vigour into her body. He had a lovely cock and, wow, he knew how to use it. She had yet another, serious of earth shattering, climaxes.

As she calmed down, so he pulled out and lying on the bed told her to, face him, and ride his cock. She stepped over him and before impaling herself she removed the condom. Looking at Joe she said, "You have a lovely cock and I would love to feel it inside me without a condom, how do you feel about that?" 

Joe gripped both her breasts and said, "Gloria you are an amazing woman, and yes, I would love to go in to that lovely pussy, bare back."

Holding his cock upright Brenda lowered her body on to Joe's monster cock. As soon as she was fully impaled Joe began to caress her nipples and squeeze her breasts.

Brenda was now entering a new and exciting part of her life. She was being ravished by a man she didn't know, and she loving it. She rode Joe with a lustful urgency forcing Joe's erect cock right up in to her body. Each time she rose up so Joe rose with her pushing himself right up in to her belly. 

Although he had only moments before had his own massive climax he once again felt his ball sack tightening as he released another load, but this time shooting in to Brenda's body. She felt the sperm gush in to belly and again, now looking down in to Joe's eyes said, "Joe, thank you that was incredible."




Life Can Have Interesting Twists 03



They showered together and, with the warm water cascading over them they continued to feel each other's bodies.

During the set time, exhaustive satisfaction, together with the whisky, had taken its toll on Brenda's body. In one way she was sad to see Joe go but in another she wanted her body to be left alone.

As he left he said, "Gloria you have made me very happy tonight so please take this as a small appreciation, thank you, from me," kissing her on the cheek as he left. As Brenda returned to the bed she opened her hand and counted five £20.00 notes, wow she thought I must have been good.

As she put the money into her handbag she rested her head on the pillow and fell into a heavy sleep. She woke some time later when she realised someone was holding her. "Well sleepy head, how was your first night?" It was Rosie and oh my god she was naked.

It may have been the drink or that she was tired but once Rosie got into bed with her. It just felt, being loved and cuddled by another woman, just so right.

Brenda snuggled up in to Rosie's arms and said, "Not too bad." Little did Brenda know that in each of the rooms there were four discretely placed camera's that recorded every customer's visit. Rosie, sitting in her reception office, was able to watch all her girls live and she never failed to achieve her own climaxes.

She had been particularly impressed with Brenda, during the two hours session. With the excitement of watching Brenda perform, Rosie had put her favourite dildo to work, both her own pussy and in her butt. 

Rosie felt the need to provide some female comfort to her new girl on her first night. "Ok relax and let me sooth your aching body," she said in a reassuring way that made Brenda feel very contented.

Rosie was an expert at, caressing and exciting women's breasts, by squeezing them in teasing ways and, by flicking and tenderly touching, the nipples. As Brenda lay there, totally subdued, she felt Rosie's fingers and mouth moving towards, and on to her pussy mound.

Rosie wanted to enjoy this new woman's body but, this being the first night she kept their involvement to just, mild touching and kissing. Rosie would press her desires and personal needs on to Brenda over the coming weeks.

This would be a day that would remain in both of their memories for a long time.

Part 4 Brenda continues to see customers and Monica make a serious mistake. 



Life Can Have Interesting Twists 04



It was eight weeks since Brenda had met with her first customer Joe. In a weird way she had accepted and adjusted her life to her new role. All of her customers had been pleasant, although sexually demanding, but none had interested her, as her first experience had, with Joe had.

She may have been less than contented, if she had known, that Monica had a lucrative business in selling CD's to, various porno companies showing her girls getting themselves fucked. The masks, and wigs, worn by her employees meant there was never a chance of having their identity revealed. 

Brenda from the start had proved popular with those companies and every copy produced quickly became a best seller, making Monica a very happy woman and, adding capital to her bank account.

Over several years Monica had added to her employees but her most trusted employee was Rosie. Rosie basically ran the buildings where the girls worked. She kept the rooms immaculately, clean and tidy, and dealt with everything, including all, property routine maintenance matters. 

Rosie knew when things needed, freshening up or refurbished, and would advise Monica with her thoughts. Monica totally relied upon Rosie expertises and never failed to accept her professional plans and ideas. Rosie was also an astute negotiator when it came to dealing with all her contractors. 

Rosie had been taking a forward looking view of where the business was going and had decided that additional rooms were required. She knew Monica, would probably add several more ladies to the company's financial income, and future success. The four rooms, currently being used, could easily be increased to six, if the other two sealed off rooms were redecorated and refurbished.

Monica, who rarely visited the main building, readily agreed. Monica, by leaving all the organisation of contractors etc to Rosie meant, having given Rosie the go ahead, she never interfered, or took any interest, in how, or when, the jobs were completed. Monica's, management style, was to prove her undoing, and, would result in her having to manage a major challenge.

Rosie never used local contractor. She had, over several years, established a list of trusted builders, painters, decorators, and electricians etc who worked mainly, in the Midlands. If jobs required more than a day to complete the contractor's staff were able to stay in, free of charge, the unused rooms. 

Rosie, knowing the contractor employed not only, fit young men, but men who were away from wives and girl friends. Knowing the men's circumstances and, their natural manly carnal desires, she would often arrange for a lady she knew was available, to pop in and, provide them with sexual relief.

The two additional rooms, currently not being used were entered from a rear staircase. A wall had been constructed in the single corridor separating those last two rooms. Rosie had given out contracts to first, decorate those rooms, followed by the removal of the partitioning wall.

The contractors carrying out the first stage of the required work were given access keys to the back staircase door. Rosie knew the two men, carrying out the decorating, would have been well briefed by the company boss, who she knew well. Rosie would always ring their boss if ever she needed to contact the men on site but, only if she required any additional work to be undertaken. 

When last speaking to the boss Rosie had told him that she may be able to provide, on one of the afternoons, a lady who would give the boys some pleasure and entertainment. He, in turn, had informed his two staff, not to expect anything, but they may be visited by a lady, for their pleasure.

It was a Thursday afternoon and Monica had been to lunch with several ladies from one of her charity groups. She liked these groups as they often attracted, well meaning but, vulnerable women. She was an expert when talking to, and watching, body language of possible women to add to her employees.

This lunch had been most rewarding. Monica had sat next to Mary Edmonds a 38 year old Primary School Teacher who also held bible classes at the local church. Mary was a rather shy woman but, after the second and, midway through the third glass of wine, Monica had encouraged Mary to open up on her personal life.

Mary was married to Jeff but after 16 years of marriage, and no children, they had both lost a lot of interest in each other. She loved her life at, the school and the church, and these activities made up for the decline in her marriage. Monica listened intently to all what Mary had to say and concluded that Mary would make an excellent addition to her business interests. She was mature, with a very attractive body, ample breasts, nice smile, just right for the company business image.

They exchanged personal contact details and agreed to meet again soon. Monica then escorted Mary to her parked car but quickly realised Mary was in no state to drive herself, to her home. Monica called for a cab and they continued to chat while they waited for it to arrive. As it arrived, and Mary was getting into the cab, Monica kissed her gently on the cheek. 

Mary said with a gorgeous, beaming smile, "Monica thank you for being so kind to me today, we must meet again soon."

"Yes my dear, we must, I will be in touch," Monica replied enthusiastically.

It was 3pm and Monica was walking to her own parked car. As she walked she realised she should have used the toilet, before leaving the restaurant as now, she was desperately in need, to pee.

She would be unable to reach home and needed, urgently, to relief herself. She was only a road away from the building where her girls worked. Thinking quickly, and also having a master key to the rear alleyway door and the rear rooms, her mind told her to use the toilet in one of those rooms.

Strange, how coincidence can sometimes, happen at the same time. Rosie's mind was tied up with family problems involving her two sisters. One of them was going through a messy divorce, and the other had been diagnosed with a life threatening illness. These testing problems were uppermost in her mind and organising a lady for the contractors had been totally forgotten about.

Monica also, by not keeping accurate detail of when Rosie was employing contractors, naturally assumed the back two rooms would be free for her private use without disturbance. She had previously, on the odd occasion, used the rooms for various, personal reasons, and as she entered the room, numbered five, gave not the slightest thought that there would be anyone there.

As she closed the outer door behind her she instinctively locked it, and proceeded in to the toilet. These two rooms were larger than the other four. They had a separate bedroom and lounge but were also fully furnished. As she passed through the lounge into the bathroom, she lifted her dress, lowered her knickers and, sitting down, relieved herself.

Trent and Ambrose were working in the bedroom. "What was that noise Trent, it sounded like the front door? I know noises can play tricks but go and have a look, just in case," Ambrose said continuing to hang another sheet of wallpaper. Then he heard Trent saying, "Well, well, what do we have here. Come and have a look Ambrose, the icing on the cake has arrived." 

Monica was, stunned and shocked, with firstly one then two young black men looking at her sitting on the toilet. "What are you doing here?" she asked, with growing concern.

Ambrose ignored Monica's question and speaking to Trent said, "You know buddy I think it's our lucky day and this is our bonus, for hard work and, a job well done."

Monica initially thought, "This is wrong, I will scream, or I will call the police," but she knew the last thing she wanted was for her house, that raised so much revenue, to be exposed with a visit by the police. She just needed to talk her way out of this situation, in a cool and, calm way.

She looked around and said, "You have been busy and what an excellent job. Look I will have a word with the landlord, and arrange for you to receive a large financial bonus payment, for your work."

While she was speaking, she was aware that both men were looking at her with a, "This is our lucky day," grin on their faces.

"Now, I must go, but be assured that extra money will be with you, first thing in the morning." Monica managed only one step towards the door when the man named Trent blocked her and said, "Darling we get well paid for what we do but, it's not too often such a nice looking skirt comes our way, so don't be in such a hurry."

One of the men, pointing to the other said "I am Trent and this is my buddy Ambrose and we want to get to know you a little better, right Ambrose?" he questioned. "So what's your name? We like to know the name of the woman we are about to have some fun with, right Ambrose?"

"Trent, old mate, you are just so right. We have plenty of time so what I suggest we do first is we all strip off, and have a shower together. We can then relax and have some fun before we get down to the real pleasure of fucking," Ambrose suggested. "So lovely lady what was your name?"

As soon as she had heard the word, fucking, Monica froze, realising there was nothing she could do, and nowhere she could go, to escape these men. Her mind told her, like her girls were told, to use another name, so she replied, "Ann."

"Ann, well that's a nice name. When you got out of your bed this morning Ann, I bet you didn't think you would be getting in to another bed, quite so early in the day, especially with two black boys ah?" Ambrose said, as he started to remove his clothes. "Come on Ann, let the, Rabbit see the Hare, but perhaps in your case, let the black boys see the Beaver in the Bush, come on Ann, are you going to take these clothes off," touching Monica's sleeve, " or do you want me and Trent to help you?"

A mass of thoughts flashed through Monica's mind. She had watched so many tapes, over several years, recording her girls having sex, giving blow jobs or receiving anal sex. While she watched those tapes she had enjoyed her own fantasies but now she was in a position where fantasy was going to become reality. 

Both men had eagerly removed their clothes and stood completely naked in front of her. She saw, with horror, that they were both well endowed, and clearly, not yet fully erect. Slowly she removed her clothes and stood, like the men, in all her glory. "Wow Ann you are a well stacked woman," and putting his hand between Monica's legs continued with, "What a lovely honey pot you have here and it's going to get well fucked. Come on let's get into that shower."

Monica expressed concerns about her hair getting wet but, her concerns were ignored by the men, as the water was quickly turned on and, in seconds it gushed at, full power, everywhere. Four hands were all over Monica's body, and she was unable to prevent them from exploring all her vital parts. A soapy mixture was being rubbed over every part of her body, into all her holes, and over her breasts.

This was a new and, somewhat annoying practice, but in a weird way it was tantalizingly erotic, and her body had no option, but to relax, and put up with it. She was less than happy when Trent told her to put her hand out flat. Then, pouring more soapy liquid on to it said, "Now you can wash my crown jewels, and be gentle, as I wouldn't want you to lose any of your, lovely, white front teeth."

Oh my god this was a first for Monica. She was never told what to do, and certainly not to hold, and wash a man's cock. "Then Ambrose piped up with, "Hurry up Ann and start on my Old John Thomas, it's just waiting for you to play with it."

As she moved from Trent to Ambrose, and was able to achieve a sense of how well endowed they both were. Worrying she assessed them, as both being as big, if not bigger, than Mr. Morrison, visiting name Joe who was on her company customer list. As she worked her hands all over Ambrose's cock he whispered in to her ear, "Bend over and suck it."

"I don't do that sort of thing," she replied, but Ambrose was having none of it. "Ann you have a lovely mouth, so break a habit of a life time, just for me. My old boy has an urge to be in your mouth, so get yourself down there and start, like a turkey, to gobble it."

A feeling of revulsion crept over her, but she knew whatever they wanted, she was theirs to use, as they wanted. Bending over she lowered her mouth on to Ambrose's now, fully erect cock. She had, in her younger days, taken the odd cock into her mouth but never one as big as this one.

As soon as she started sucking she felt Trent, who was standing behind her, slip his hand between her legs and began fingering her pussy. "This is one fine woman Ambrose and, she's going to make two black brothers, very happy, let's dry off and get into the bed room?" he said, smiling at Ambrose.

As they walked into the bedroom Trent said, "Ambrose break open that bottle of Whisky, let's all get a good drink." Pouring a couple of shots in to each of three glasses Trent said, "A toast to us all, have a great day, and bottom's up, sounds appropriate Ambrose, do you agree Ann?" he asked as he downed his drink in one swallow. Ambrose did the same, "Come on Monica you can do the same."

Both men were holding her, licking her neck, squeezing her breasts, probing her holes, and she could also feel their hardness pressing into her thighs. Amazing she thought, she had only popped in for a quick pee, yet here she was naked, with two fit young men, probably full of energy, with lascivious plans, on what they were going to do to her body. This was suddenly the worst day of her life.

Reluctantly, she also swallowed her drink. It felt hot as it passed down her throat, but a slight cough, helped to ease the strong sensation. "Let's get into the party mood, so let's have another drink," Trent said pouring another slug of whiskey in all three glasses.

The lunch time red wine and now a couple of glasses of neat whiskey meant she was becoming quite woozy and, relaxed. 

"That's great Ann, now let's get you on to the bed, and we can all have some fun," Ambrose said. He continued with "Trent grab those two pillows and rest this lovely lady on them, so she can enjoy full penetration, from both our cocks."

The pillows were puffed up and, placed one on top of the other. With Monica's lower back then being placed, on them she knew the elevated position would allow the men to gain full penetration right up into her body. "Ambrose we both love to taste pussy so who tastes first, and who fucks first?" Trent asked.

"Mate we have plenty of time, "Ambrose replied, "I will go down on her and you get to go first between her legs. You can get it nice and loose for my battle ship to slide in to her waiting juicy harbour."

Monica legs were then spread wide open by Ambrose as he placed his mouth on to her pussy mound. After a few minutes he looked up at Trent and said, "Must say, if she fucks as well as she tastes, then we are in for a great time." 

Monica desperately tried to keep her emotions in check, but the licking and sucking between her legs was all too much, and she began to moan, and then scream, with pleasure. Trent. who was lying next to Monica, and gently fondling her breasts said, "That's it girl, scream all you like, enjoy yourself, no one can hear so shout out as much as you want to."

With a second climax Trent said, "Come on Ambrose that enough, you've got her nice and wet, so let me get in there."

Monica, although feeling quite lightheaded was still able to ask, "Aren't you going to use a condom?"

"Condom, we never use protection do we Ambrose," Trent said rubbing his cock up and down her slit before pushing himself into the Monica's pussy. "Oh yes Ambrose what a lovely feeling, she is, nice and tight, just like a virgin. God it's been two weeks since we last fucked that waitress at the motorway stop. Do you remember she was in the back of the van in a flash and, even quicker, getting her kit off. Not like Ann here who is a real lady, with a wonderful body, who just wants to makes us both happy, yes Ann?"

Monica automatically nodded, "That's my girl you are going to be well and truly fucked. You have a great body and you are going to make our day," Trent said.

Monica realised that, while Trent had been babbling on, he had secured his cock fully into her body. Without saying anything more he began to ride her with aggressive thrusts of his cock. She was again reluctant to accept the fact, but she knew she was being taken to a new level of sexual pleasure and climaxed again very quickly. She could feel the black man dominating her, and her pussy muscles were relaxing, and accepting the onslaught from his big cock.

Concern came, but rapidly passed, as Trent shouted, "Oh fucking hell," as he exploded his sperm, shooting it right up inside her body. Monica was still having monthly cycles and could so easily conceive," but hopefully," she thought to herself, "she wouldn't."

"How was that for you darling?" Trent asked. 

"Yes good," Monica replied, trying to sound as un-convincing as she possibly could, without expressing her, at that moment in time, actual feelings of pleasure and growing abandonment. She realised that over the last, several years, she always enjoyed watching her girls in action, but now her body was enjoying, and responding to, her own previously neglected physical pleasure.

Trent reluctantly pulled away as Ambrose quickly moved round and kneeling between Monica's legs said, "Ann what a lovely sight all wet and ready to go," as he pushed his own stiff cock straight into her opening, "Lovely, just fucking, lovely." Ann you have a body that is built to satisfy, so sweetness, get those thighs wrapped around my waist so we can enjoy the journey together."

Monica did as she was asked, locking her thighs around Ambrose's waist. In this new position he was able to gain another inch of penetration at least. Her wanton abandonment was taking over her body, as she began to thrust back at Ambrose. From somewhere out of her mouth came, "Yes, oh yes, fuck me, make me cum, I need to cum again."

"Baby by the time we have finished with you, you will have cum so many times, you will have lost count. Now get that booty moving as the journey is just beginning," Ambrose said, thrusting with more energy. Trent had cum quickly but Ambrose had greater control and Monica could feel her body responding to the pounding she was getting. 

The tension was building and she began to moan, followed by grunting, followed by, "Yes, yes, yes, oh yes, please, Ah, ah, ah, ah," Ambrose knew she had cum again, but he had no intention of stopping. This woman was good and he wanted to blast her mind and devour her soul. He wanted to get her in to a state where she would be wanting more, perhaps even begging for more.

Ambrose looked down in to Monica's eyes and began to see a softening, a more contented acceptance, in her role to satisfy the needs of himself and Trent. The initial shock and, apparent fear in her eyes, was now abating and he saw a look of, "Yes please just fuck me."

He was ready to release his own seeds and said, "Ann squeeze my nipples." He loved to have his nipples squeezed as it produced shockwaves right down into his ball sack. Sure enough within a few moments of Monica fondling his pecks and pinching his pronounced nipples, he was grunting with his own climax.

"Ann you are fantastic, just built for fucking, come on lets have another drink," said Ambrose nodding towards Trent.

"No more for me," Monica said, looking over at Trent, with Ambrose still on top of her.

"Ann we have all night, so there are no worries, just get it down that lovely throat and relax," Trent said.

Oh god, Monica hadn't thought that they would want her to stay overnight, "I must be leaving soon," she said, with a note of concern.




Life Can Have Interesting Twists 04



"Ann we wouldn't dream of letting you go out there in the dark, on your own, you might get raped and we would never forgive ourselves, would we Ambrose?" Trent said smiling at Ambrose.

"Trent mate, as always you are spot on the money and, in this case, this ladies security is uppermost in both our minds. So there you are Ann you will be staying with us, for your own safety."

"I hadn't planned on staying out so I must ring home otherwise concerned calls may go to the authorities."

"Absolutely get it done Ann," Trent said as he continued to fondle Monica's breasts.

With the phone call taken care of, another slug of whiskey was poured and downed. Monica noticed that the time was just after 7pm. "I hope these young men like going to sleep early." she thought to herself. As the thoughts drifted though her mind, Ambrose, who was now laying on the bed holding, his erect cock said, "Ann get that lovely arse over here and give this a good sucking."

Around three hours had passed by and Monica's brain was now scrambled. She had accepted her situation, and having come to terms with her confinement, was open to accept, nearly anything. "Kneel between my legs Ann and put that lovely mouth of yours to work."

While Monica was fully engaged, Trent walked across the room to the travel bags. With a rummaging search he found the nice sized dildo, and the tube of KY lubrication, that he was looking for. 

Ann had been slobbering her mouth up and down Ambrose's cock when she became aware that Trent was behind her. He was actually kneeling and began to feel between Monica's thighs trying to locate her slit. Once found, his cock was easily inserted, and full penetration was quickly achieved.

Both of his hands were holding Monica's thighs while he was banging away at her pussy. In that commanding position he was able to look down at the other hole that he intended to invade. Over several years, he and Ambrose had been involved with quite a number of women, and anal was now a delicacy they had both come to look forward to. 

The KY was released on top of Monica's butt cheeks. As the lubricant began to trickle down between the cheeks of her butt, Trent rolled the dildo on the moisture, getting it completely covered, before tenderly inserting it in to her anal passage.

Although the dildo was slender, but it still made Monica jump as she felt her opening being penetrated. She said something that sounded like, "No please not my arse," but with Ambrose's cock in her mouth the words were lost. Holding her head firmly in position Ambrose whispered, "Keeping sucking my cock babes, you are about to really enjoy yourself."

The dildo was slender and about 8 inches long. It was used as, a well tried and test method, the men knew, of loosening the anal muscles, before the real business of replacement with their cocks. 

Monica had in her early university days allowed several boys to fuck her in the arse but the pain never permitted her to get any real pleasure out of it. Once she was married she never allowed her husband, to ever get in there, not that he had ever asked. Now, with the drink having a serious affect on her body, she was much more relaxed and surprised herself, when gradually she opened up, to take it all.

She was also amazed, that as Trent began to push it in and out of her new fuck hole, Monica began to respond to this strange, but not unpleasant, experience. "There Ann you little slut you do like it, nod your head if I am right?" enquired Ambrose. As Monica nodded her head Ambrose looked at Trent, "Ok mate get in there."

Trent, smiling at Ambrose, pulled out the dildo and replaced it with his cock. His cock was much fatter than the dildo and several inches longer. The initial penetration gave Monica real cause for concern as Trent slowly, but steadily inserting more of his cock in to her butt hole. Then, looking at Ambrose Trent said, "Ambrose what a fuck, she has an absolutely gorgeous arse, so beautifully tight."

Again, Monica was, initially protesting, but Ambrose held her head firmly. "Ann baby just concentrate on what's in your mouth and leave Trent to worry about what's in your arse."

During the next, five or so minutes, Trent had begun to achieve a nice, regular rhythmic fucking action and then he started to get into a good, piston like, motion. Monica had surrendered herself completely and, just like a duck taking to water, so she was travelling in to another world of total pleasure. The more Trent thrust his cock in and out of her butt, the more having her arse fucked, felt, just so good 

"Ambrose this is the best arse fuck ever, and I am going to cum," Trent said. As he said that, Ambrose's cock was also responding. Knowing this woman had just given up her arse, her sucking on his cock was enough to take him over the top and he released an enormous jet of sperm, into her throat. Still holding her head he said, "Ann, get that all down your throat."

Monica hadn't tasted sperm for years, but now she willingly swallowed it all. Not only that, but she continued to suck on that lovely black cock. Trent also released another load of his own cum right up in to the bowls of the woman's body.

All three of them, fell together exhausted, on to the bed. Both men were still fondling Monica's body telling her what a wonderful fuck she was. Monica was now in a place that could only be called heaven. Years of limited sex and, an acceptance that her sexual activities were, more or less over forever, were now thoughts of the past.

Ambrose was right she wanted more. The words of, "what a great fuck she was," certainly were music to her ears and made her, in a slutty way, proud of herself. As they stroked her, she was playing with both cocks willing them to rise yet again. They didn't need any such encouragement as both men also wanted much more.

After a short rest Trent said, "Come on, it's time for another drink," opening another bottle of whiskey. Every slug of whiskey had been drunk neat and, this was yet another swig drunk down with one swallow. Monica was now the worse for wear, and began to giggle.

She looked at both these young studs and said, "I need a pee."

They both followed her in the bathroom and watched intently, as she relieved herself. As she wiped herself and stood up Ambrose asked, "Ann I need to pee as well, so get hold of my old boy and guide it, so the flow goes only in the pan."

This was another first for Monica but she again accepted it without any protest. In fact when she had finished helping Ambrose she looked at Trent and said, "Can I help you as well?"

Having provided a cock holding service Ambrose asked, "Tell me Ann, babes, what do you want us to do to you now?" Monica looked at him, and said, "You know don't you, I want you both to make love to me again," she replied. "Ask nicely and say please," Ambrose asked? She looked at Ambrose and said, "Would you and Trent please take me back to bed and fuck me." 

"So you are ready for whatever we want, please tell us how badly you need fucking?" Ambrose asked fingering between her legs. He wanted to hear her ask to be fucked, it sounded so nice.

"Ambrose I need you both to give me your cocks and fuck me hard, stop tormenting me," she replied.

"Ok let's get back to work Trent," he said nodding to Trent. Lying on the bed Ambrose said, "Ann I want you to stand on the bed, with your back towards me, and lower that lovely arse on to my old man." Ambrose noticed the look of concern, again on her face, and reassuringly said, "It will be just fine, so get on board,"

Trent had to assist her in to position as she was in an unsteady state. With both men holding her she squatted herself down so Ambrose was able to guided his cock into her anal opening. Wow no pain. Trent then eased her legs out straight, so she was sitting on Ambrose with his cock nicely secured in her arse. In that position Ambrose, holding on to her tits gently pulled her backward so she was lying on to his chest.

"Ann," she heard Trent call, "be a darling and hold your pussy lips wide open for me." Again Monica did as she was asked. She then watched, in a trance like state, as Trent began using the camera on Ambrose's mobile phone, to take shots of her exposed pussy and with Ambrose's cock in her arse. "Smile for the camera Ann," Trent asked, while simultaneously asking Ambrose, "Come on mate jiggle Ann's big old tits for the camera."

Then Trent reset the camera and showed Ambrose the pictures he had taken. Ambrose's face was carefully masked behind Monica. Trent said, "Just look at that one," showing Ambrose yet another picture, "Wide open pussy, big tits and a lovely smile for the camera, what more could you wish for."

"Great," said Ambrose, "now let's get some real fucking underway." 

Trent put the camera away and climbed on to the bed. Squatting himself above the pair of them, he began to rub his cock up and down Monica's slit, before pushing it fully in. "What's going on?" asked Monica.

"For a lovely lady like you Ann you are going to get a double fuck, so lay back and again enjoy the ride of your life," Ambrose whispered yet again in to her ear.

Ambrose was mauling her breasts and also steadily fucking her arse, while Trent began ramming her pussy with enthusiastic zeal. Monica's body was exploding with, climax after climax, as she accepted that she was being totally fucked up. Her body was being used as never before and she loved it. 

As this double fuck came to an end and with more sperm in her cunt and also her arse there was time for another contented rest. As she lay back on the bed between the two men, she again noticed the time, wow nearly nine in the evening, where had all that time gone.

Trent looked at Ambrose and said, "This here woman has worn me out, I am just about ready to crash."

"I reckon you are about right so let's get ready for the night." Trent again walked over to the travel bags and took out two lengths of electrical cable. "Stand up babes," he said helping Monica to get up. He tied one end around her waist and the other end around his own waist, Then Ambrose did the sane with the other cable length. There was about three feet of slack cable on both sides.

"We know you would not want to leave us during the night, but just in case you suddenly got the urge to go, well we will both be alerted," Trent explained. "You sleep in the middle and we all sleep together, however if one of us wants to get up then we all get up. So, one final drink for the road, yes?"

With another drink, and a brief chat, Trent turned on to his side and almost immediately fell in to a deep sleep. Monica was at that point in time also very tired but her desire for sleep was disturbed as she became aware that Ambrose was caressing the inside of her thigh. As his fingers began again to search in to her opening he whispered in to her ear, "Monica come here and give me a cuddle."

Monica was hoping it wouldn't just be cuddle. As she snuggled in to Ambrose's arms' she placed her hand on to his lovely cock and said, "I need this again please, but what about Trent." 

"No worries an earth quack will not wake him," Ambrose replied. For the first time he pressed his lips on to hers giving her a passionate kiss. As he rolled over on to her body he said, "You have been an amazing fuck. Let me say that I want to see you again soon. I want you to come up to the Midlands for a weekend. We can relax together, and get to know one another much more. We can spend a lot of time like this, what do you say?"

"Ambrose you and Trent have done things to me today that I never thought would ever happen. Having said that I am not sure about seeing you again," she replied.

"Oh I think you will. Within a few days from now this pussy," pushing his, again erect cock, back in to her opening, "will be shouting out to have my cock rammed in to it. I will organise some fun for us and I will guarantee you a super time. I have put a card in the pocket of your dress and I will expect you to ring me with details of when you are coming to see me," with that he began to aggressively hump her again.

She accepted her position underneath Ambrose and locking her thighs around his waist joined in with pleasure of another lovely fuck. Nothing more was said and having shot another load into Monica's body Ambrose rolled off her, and like Trent, immediately fell in to a deep sleep.

Monica lay for a few moments more before falling asleep herself. She was suddenly woken when she felt her body being tugged. It was Trent getting out of bed, "Got to pee," he said. Ambrose swore but had no option but to also get up and go in to the toilet. 

Ambrose sat on a small chair and fell asleep as he sat down. Trent enjoyed a long pee and having finished allowed Monica to sit and relieve herself. As she was about to get up Trent said, "Just sit there, I want to cum over your face and your breasts. I then want to watch you while you rub, my cum, all over your lovely breasts." 

Trent began to jerk his cock quickly and surprisingly in only a few moments said, "Open your mouth. A jet of sperm hit her, first in the eye, then a second burst went straight in to her mouth, then several more were unloaded on to her breasts. Oh yes that was lovely, now rub my stuff all over these lovely tits, and then lick your hands."

Monica did as she asked. Having satisfied Trent with what he had wanted her to do, he allowed her to stand and using a wet cloth, wipe her face and breasts. Giving Ambrose a sharp tug he shouted out, "Come on you old git let's get back to bed."

Monica immediately fell in to a very deep sleep. Something much later made her jump and she woke. As she began to look around the room she was completely lost as to where she was. Where on earth was she, then suddenly she looked at the door and saw a black man standing there and it all came back. "Ambrose, lazy cow is awake can you believe. We need to give her a good send off, don't we?"

"We certainly do mate," as they both joined her standing by the bed. They eagerly discarded their grubby paint overalls and once naked again, climbed all over her like a rash. She was not able to collect her thoughts before she was told to squat down on Trent and slid his cock into her pussy. 

Having sat on Trent's cock she felt Ambrose, behind her, pulling her butt cheeks open. She heard a squelching sound and guessed it was the tube of lubricant being applied on to her anal. She guessed right, as the large fat head of Ambrose's cock, was pushed into her other hole. The initial sharp pain was quickly replaced by a warm feeling of acceptance.

Her anal muscles seemed to know there was no use trying to resist the onslaught, so they relaxed and allowed the cock, to enter. It slipped its way in, helped by the very greasy mixture, and was fully penetrated very quickly. As Ambrose began to push hard in to Monica's arse, so he also began to smack her arse cheeks very hard as well.

"Ann, you have been a naughty woman, and you need to know your position from now on. You will look forward to getting your kit off and spreading these lovely legs as often as you can. This arse will, will, from now on, need regularly servicing as life, will never be the same for you," he said in a dominant voice.

It was then that she recalled the previous night's request. It was as though he wanted to get home his message but, without Trent understanding, what he was demanding.

About two hours later after a welcome shower she found herself carefully leaving the building by the back staircase.

Part 5 - Brenda gets more demands on her time and Monica decides to meet Ambrose.