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Master Telepath: The Bridge Tournament

By Victor Ramierez 

This is a sequel to the Proper Rules of Bridge story.

A story for Pablo.

Chapter 1

�Welcome to the First Invitational Bridge Tournament,� said Bobby standing on the school stage. The school auditorium had been chosen for the venue, and it was now filled with long tables for the players, and the stands were full of spectators. Bobby looked at the group of women looking up at him. �Today we�re playing general rules, and then tomorrow we�ll play strictly by the book,� he said holding up Mary�s book, which was a lovely prop.

All the women nodded in understanding, having been informed of the need for proper rules when they signed up to compete.

�This is a knockout tournament, we�ll play two full games today, and then the remaining games tomorrow. With the grand final game finishing off the evening with a bang! Now once your team is registered, please make your way to your allocated seats as quickly as possible. We�d like to get the first game underway,� Bobby smiled at the women milling about, as they wandered towards the signing tables set up near the front of the stage.

�Anyone who doesn�t have a team-mate, stand over here and we�ll pair you up,� he smiled pointing to the volunteer who was standing at the bottom of the stage stairs.

Bobby had a team of volunteers helping out, mostly consisting of the daughters of the society women who were playing today. He had suggested to them that they might like to ask their older daughters to help out, and they had cajoled, ordered and brow beaten their daughters into helping them. Today he had shown up to find fourteen different volunteers, and ten of them were young women his age or older, and the others were a few older women who he didn�t really want playing in the tournament, he didn�t want to see them take any penalties tomorrow. He had weeded a few of the little old ladies out by convincing them to volunteer instead, and the others would just have to lose and be knocked out as quickly as possible today, he wasn�t going to have them playing the proper rules on day two. Some people like older pussy, but he didn�t like it that old.

Bobby walked to the bottom of the stairs and smiled at the ladies waiting to be paired up.

�As soon as you have paired up some women, send them over to sign up as a team,� he instructed the pretty redhead holding the clipboard and pen. She smiled back at him and nodded. He knew that this was Angela�s eldest daughter Victoria, and like her mother she was a shapely young woman, with a nice pair of tits, tightly packed into her tight white t-shirt, and a great arse squeezed into the tight denim shorts.

Bobby had designed the uniforms himself, of course, so that all the tasty volunteers were wearing special white t-shirts and denim shorts, while the others simply had on fluoro vests over their normal clothes.

Bobby knew that Angela had even dragged Victoria back from college for this weekend to come and help.

Bobby enjoyed the company of his helpers, and he couldn�t wait to see what they looked like in tomorrow�s uniform.

Bobby walked slowly, handing out small prizes to winning teams, lucky door prize ticket draws and other little things intended to create more interest and excitement for the players.

He took note of where his favourites were sitting; all four of �his� ladies were doing well. They were playing in the same pairings they had when he had shown them the Proper Rules of Bridge, and of course both of their teams were winning against their opponents.

Money was flowing in from the day, and he had one of the former school teachers, little old Mrs Peabody, watching over it, and she sat like a wizened old gargoyle, taking cash and glaring at anyone who even glanced at the cashbox. There was an entry fee to compete and also to sit in the audience, costs for the day such as food and drinks, as well as sponsorships and donations, so all in all they had raised a nice amount for the local cancer ward.

They had attracted a lot of players from local high society as well as a few outsiders too, and people who would not normally be involved in this sort of thing.

Bobby smiled and nodded at the Mayor�s wife, Camille, an attractive older brunette who was wearing a blouse and a skirt suit, dressed up just in case she ended up on camera.

Speaking of cameras, at the next table in a motley group of two �paired up� teams, was Alison Hannighan, the local newsreader. She had come with a camera crew to do a quick story on the fundraiser and Bobby had �convinced� her to stay and play, it was for charity after all. Her superficial laugh, and bouncy blonde bob-cut hair appeared the same in real life as it was on TV when she read the evening news. They had teamed her up with Pastor Brown�s wife, Nancy. Nancy was a petite woman, light brown hair brushed back behind her ears, away from her pretty face. She was quiet and timid, which meant she was constantly being overshadowed by the large personality of the blonde reporter in the red power suit.

There were many others he didn�t know, but he was sure he would get to know them all, intimately.

As the first day wound to a close Bobby sensed the tension in the air, even though he wasn�t serious about the game, the players were. He had watched as games became more heated, as they became more and more competitive. When lunch had arrived and it was break time, three tables didn�t want to put their cards down, he had been forced to go and send them out to the food tent outside under threat of a points penalty if they didn�t go.

He had watched and subtly influenced games, leaving the players he liked in the winner�s circle again and again.

At the end of the day he could see the lady mayor, the reporter, the priest�s wife and the school principal from the neighbouring town chatting together, amongst the other winners including his four friends.

�Now go home and get a good night�s rest ladies, remember tomorrow we play by the Proper Rules Of Bridge,� he waved the little red book at them and they all nodded and made affirmative noises.

�Volunteers make sure you�re here bright and early to get everything set up.�

Chapter 2

�Mother, there is no way I�m wearing this!� Victoria thrust out a handful of red fabric to her mother, her face turning almost as red, a mixture of anger and embarrassment, as her mother stared at her in disbelief.

�You will wear it! I will not have my daughter playing a prima donna, all the other volunteers will wear it, and you�ll wear it too,� Angela�s face was turning red with anger at her disobedient daughter.

�It�s almost nothing,� she held up the tiny bikini top to show her mother.

�What are you worried about, you wear smaller ones than that to the beach, and don�t say you don�t because I�ve seen them,� Angela shook her head. �Yes it might be a little bit embarrassing having the audience staring at you, but you remember why you�re here. We�re raising money for a good cause, and sex sells dear.�

�But Mother��

�No! You wear it! If flashing a bit of butt cheek and some cleavage gets some guy in the fourth row to put his hand in his pocket and donate, then show him the other butt cheek and see if he�ll give you some more.�

She stared at her mother and then reluctantly Victoria nodded, she didn�t want to do this but for some reason both she and her mother knew it was the right thing to do. She turned on her heel and marched to the change rooms, following several of the other young women who had just had similar discussions with their mothers too.

�You�re lucky you don�t have a daughter Mary,� Angela was still angry as she sat down next to her friend.

�What happened?�

�If you can believe this, she wouldn�t wear her uniform. Doesn�t she realise Bobby is only trying to make sure people donate as much as possible?�

�Well here they come now,� she pointed to the door, where a slow procession of fidgeting, self-conscious looking young women was coming out to stand near the stage.

�Bobby will sort them out,� Angela said with a grin as she saw him walk up to the group.

�Why do I have to wear this?� demanded Patty, a short, busty blonde, like a much younger Dolly Parton. She had put her white t-shirt on over the top of her yellow bikini to try and cover herself up. Patty was a college student who sometimes did some weekend work in the Mayor�s office, so she had heard mention of the need for volunteers and had signed up hoping to get some more experience in her quest to be a public relations officer someday.

�This is a card game, not a pervert�s convention,� she glared at Bobby.

�Well, I guess the main reason� is because I said so,� Bobby stared at her, his icy gaze boring into her head.

Suddenly she realised how silly she was being, and knew that it was all to raise needed money, so quickly she pulled the t-shirt up over her head, revealing her big juggs, which were barely contained by the smallish yellow triangles and shoestring ties which held the top up. The matching thong just covered her pussy, but left her arse cheeks completely bare, her little puckered arsehole was only covered by the thin yellow string which met up to the bottom of the yellow triangle of fabric covering her pussy lips.

�Anyone else upset with their outfit?�

Victoria and the others all began to speak up when they all suddenly realised that they needed to do whatever they were told by Bobby, he knew best and their outfits were perfectly fine.

�No one? Ok, well time for some special tournament modifications, we can�t have you wearing off the rack standard outfits now, can we ladies?�

They all murmured their agreement, and waited in a line, almost like soldiers waiting for orders.

Bobby produced a pair of sharp scissors from his pocket and walked forwards to Victoria.

�I think we need to spice these uniforms up,� he grabbed hold of her large, firm breast, momentarily fondling it, enjoying the shock racing through her mind before it was quickly snuffed out by his previous suggestions. He slipped his fingers under the fabric and pulled it out away from her skin, he stuck the scissors through the fabric and began to cut, and then did the same to the other side. He stepped back to admire his work, he had cut most of the fabric away, leaving only the hemmed areas at the edges and the straps, so her puffy nipples and d-cup breasts were now revealed, highlighted by a triangle of red fabric around them.

�Yes, nice,� he nodded appreciatively. �Now for the bottoms� he reached down and did the same thing to the pants, revealing her pussy lips and red haired pussy.

�Ok, go help Margaret or something,� he pointed at the elderly lady who was selling drinks near the door. �Maybe you�ll lift sales,� he said with a grin as he watched her walk away.

�Ok, where�s that uppity one,� he looked over at Patty, and pointed at her. �Ok, you�re next. Come get your nipples out,� he grinned at her as he grabbed hold of her nipple through the fabric.

�I told you Bobby would sort them out,� Mary nodded towards Victoria as she walked over to the drinks stall.

�Good to see she�s being a team player for a change,� grinned Angela as they settled in to play the first game of the day.

�Bobby, Bobby!� yelled Mary, waving her hand in the air to attract his attention.

�Yes Mary?�

�Lavinia�s team has lost twice in a row,� Mary sat pointing at the black haired woman opposite her at the table.

Lavinia Nixon was the headmistress of the school, one town over from theirs. She was a slightly older, middle-aged woman who had very little in her life outside of her work. This was one of the rare occasions that she found an event that coincided with her meagre interests and she was enjoying herself, and was enjoying the company of like-minded individuals. She looked up at Bobby almost in shock; it had all been going so well until now.

�Who played the card that lost?�

�Lavinia,� piped up Amanda.

�Ok, well according to the rules,� Bobby pulled out the book and consulted it theatrically. �At a competition of this level, she�s due for ten strokes of the strap� on her naked buttocks.�

The audience, who had been awaiting the first penalty of the day, cheered at the announcement.

Bobby saw the colour drain out of Lavinia�s face.

�Surely you�re kidding,� she gasped in shock.

�Why are you so surprised? You knew we were playing by the Proper Rules?�

�Yes, but surely that takes it too far!�

The audience and the other players started hissing and booing at her lack of sportsmanship.

�Just go Lavinia,� hissed her partner Camille, the Mayor�s wife.

Lavinia glared at her brunette partner.

�Easy for you to say, you�re not on the receiving end of it.�

Bobby held out his hand to her, and nodded towards it.

�I think you�d better come with me,� he said forcefully.

Lavinia gulped, and then stood uneasily. She smoothed down the long woollen skirt she was wearing, raised her hand to her turtleneck sweater, and pressed her fingers against her large pearls, subconsciously checking to see if they were still there. She held her hand there, across her chest, almost in a protective gesture. She looked at Bobby�s outstretched hand and then she gingerly reached out and took it.

�Ok everyone, first penalty of the day. The headmistress getting ten of the best, did anyone have a bet on that?� He looked over at Tony who was running a tab in the corner of the room; he was also giving a portion of his takings to the charity.

�Yeah we had a couple of winners for that,� he grinned pointing at his odds board, as a couple of guys made their way over from the seats to collect their winnings.

Bobby led her up the stairs onto the stage, and as he got there a couple of his assistants had slid an old wooden office desk and chair out into the middle of the stage. Quickly they placed a lamp and a few other props on the desk to complete the set.

Bobby had already thought up his selection of penalties and had all sorts of props ready and waiting in the wings, some had taken a bit of effort to arrange, which made it all the more worthwhile.

�Here we are! A lovely old teacher�s desk, look familiar?�

�Can�t I just pay a fine or something?� she begged.

�No, sorry. We can�t bend the rules for you. Now, get over the desk,� he slapped his hand against the side of the desk facing the audience.

�Please?�

�Sorry, now hurry up so we can get back to our games,� he gestured around at the players at the tables, who were all sitting there, watching and waiting for the punishment to be carried out.

Reluctantly she moved forwards and bent herself over the desk, lying face down on the old leather topped writing surface.

Bobby grabbed the hem of her skirt and hoisted it up around her waist to reveal her middle aged buttocks, contained inside her large sensible cotton panties and pantyhose.

There were a few wolf-whistles as she moved around uncomfortably on the desk, causing her cheeks and thighs to wobble slightly.

Bobby grabbed the top of her pantyhose and her panties and swiftly pulled them down to her knees, and then down further to her ankles. He lifted her left foot and flicked her slip-on leather heel off, and then slid the hose and panties off that foot, and then repeated it on the other leg, kicking her shoes away to leave her bare feet up on tiptoes to touch the floor. He untangled the panties from the pantyhose and quickly stuck them up on the large whiteboard off to one side, he put a magnetic dot on them to hold them there and wrote down the details of who, when, and why next to them, and threw the pantyhose out to the cheering crowd where some chubby, sweaty guy grabbed them with a big grin, and sat back down happily.

Lavinia was trying her best to cover her naked buttocks with her hand, when Bobby came back and slapped her hand out of the way.

�Move that hand, the audience want to see your arse, not your hand.�

Bobby looked over to his stagehands and motioned for them to bring him something, and quickly the brunette girl in the green bikini brought out a leather strap, like a thick weightlifting belt.

�Thank you, now let�s begin,� he said with a grin as she saw a shiver of fear run through the older woman.

�Count out each time I hit you with the strap, if you miss any then we go again. Ok?�

��O� Ok,� she stammered.

�Let�s begin then,� Bobby drew his arm back and with a crack that sounded like a gunshot, he let fly with the leather strap across her buttocks.

�Aarrggh!� she screamed in pain.

�Now that would be�?�

�One!� she yelled back over her shoulder.

�Very good, let�s see if you can get the next one on your own,� Bobby lashed out again, placing a second red stripe across her quivering arseflesh.

�Arrgh, two!�

�Yes, well done,� Bobby said, like he was encouraging a small child, and he grinned over at the enraptured crowd. �See, you can teach an old dog new tricks.�

The audience laughed as he reached out and gave the red welts a rub with his hand.

Lavinia flinched, but for some reason she knew she couldn�t get up, she had to stay here and endure her punishment. It was the rules.

Three, four and five came and went quite quickly, Bobby rained them down on her dimpled arse in quick succession.

�Please stop,� she sobbed as her arse burned with pain.

�You�ll be all right, you�re a big girl,� he said soothingly as he ran his fingertips over the new red welts appearing on her pale skin. �Just a few more and it will be all over.�

Bobby aimed carefully and gave her a nice hard one right across the base of her arse cheeks, right where the little roll of cheek fat turns into thigh, striking perfectly across that little valley of flesh.

She screamed in pain as the leather bit into this new area.

She panted breathlessly for a moment and once the burning had subsided she let her face drop onto the leather of the desktop.

�Six,� came the muffled response from the desk.

�Lovely,� he said as he let the tip of the strap bit into her right cheek.

She sobbed in pain before announcing seven.

Bobby gave her eight and nine quickly as well, as he enjoyed changing it up so she wouldn�t get into a rhythm. Then he waited, leaving her quivering in anticipation of the final blow. Lightly he touched her welts with his hand and enjoyed the reaction as she nearly jumped through the roof in response. He was teasing her as she expected the strap to bite into her at any moment.

Bobby stood back and theatrically mimed rolling his sleeves up, for the audience. He stepped back and had a few practice swings, then drew his arm back as far as it would go, and then let fly with the fastest and hardest blow he could manage, sending the leather into the flesh directly across the middle of her cheeks. He watched as the flesh indented from the force and then rebounded as the shockwave of the blow resounded through her jiggling arse.

�No!� she screamed in agony. �Please no more, that�s ten damn it, TEN!�

�You�re quite right, so that means we�re all done. So just wait there for a moment and you can return to your seat,� Bobby snapped his fingers at the brunette and she returned to the stage with a tube of hand cream.

�Rub that in for her, there�s a good girl,� grinned Bobby as she popped open the tube and began to squirt the white hand cream onto the very red buttocks before her. Bobby had heard that you weren�t meant to put cream onto the welts as it made them burn and hurt longer, which made it a must do in this case.

He watched as the former teacher squirmed uncomfortably as the college student applied the cream and massaged it into her reddened flesh.

�Ok you can go,� said Bobby, to both of them.

Gingerly, Lavinia slipped back off the desk and her skirt slid back down into place. She looked around in bewilderment for a moment, some of her things were missing but she wasn�t sure what she was looking for.

�Looking for these?� asked Bobby as he scooped her shoes up and handed them to her. �Don�t worry about anything else, it�s gone anyway.� Bobby indicated she should get going with a flick of his head towards the stairs.

She looked around for her missing underwear and couldn�t see it, before finally deciding she�d better leave. On the way past the front of the stage she saw her panties on the white board but knew she could not retrieve them, she could see no sign of her hose though.

Gingerly she made her way back to her seat, not enjoying the feeling of the wool fabric rubbing against her sore butt cheeks.

Michelle looked over at Samantha and shook her head.

�Gee, I don�t want to be on the end of that today. We�d better make sure we win Sam.�

Her friend nodded vigorously and they returned their attention to the next game that was about to start.  

�Yeah, I�m still smarting from last time!�

They both gasped at the thought of the penalties they had received, and were determined not to lose today.

Bobby put his hand on Lavinia�s shoulder in a friendly way, staring over at Camille.

�It�s not looking good for you two,� he said to her, as he allowed his hand to slide idly down the front of Lavinia�s sweater to take hold of her medium sized breast.

Lavinia was shocked; she stared down at the hand on her breast and then back up to look at Bobby, then around the table for support. They all were hanging on Bobby�s every word, and rightfully so, he was the adjudicator after all. She stared at his hand for a moment and then suddenly realised she should have been paying attention to his words, after all it was perfectly fine for him to do whatever was necessary to run this tournament.

�If your team loses again, I don�t care whose fault it is, you�re taking the penalty,� he pointed at Camille who looked a bit surprised. �Lavinia here has taken her share already,� he gave her tit a supportive squeeze and then let it go.

Camille nodded in understanding as Bobby walked away to check on something going on in the audience.

�He�s firm, but fair,� said Mary, and all the other women at the table nodded in agreement, even Lavinia, whose arse was still on fire.

Chapter 3

�Patty what�s going on?� Bobby was angry that he�d been pulled away from his games.

Patty was staring angrily at a big biker-looking guy in the second row, and he was grinning and laughing at her.

�This guy is pawing me, he grabbed my tit,� she again reached out and slapped at his hand as it began to move towards her chest again.

�Why shouldn�t he?�

�What?� Patty was stunned and turned to glare at Bobby.

�Well you do have them hanging out in front of him, what do you expect?�

Patty was stunned; her mind simply couldn�t process this statement. Bobby had made her dress this way, and now he was blaming her for being groped because of the way she was dressed.

Bobby reached out and grabbed her left pink, springy nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

�What�s the matter anyway, it�s all for charity anyway, I�m sure he was going to give you a nice donation.�

He tugged on her nipple a bit and then let it go, before taking her entire large tit in his hand and gave it a good squeeze.

The biker guy nodded his shaved head and grinned, he pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and handed Bobby a $10 note.

�Sorry Patty, that pays for a titty grope, now thank the man for his donation.�

She stared at him for a moment and then with a sigh of resignation, knowing she had to do this for the charity, she turned, placed her hands on her hips and thrust her ample bosom towards the large guy.

�That�s it darlin�, it�s all for a good cause,� he grinned and quickly grabbed hold of her large tits, giving them a good squeeze, before beginning to knead them in his hands.

�Here�s another ten, I want her arse too,� he flicked a note to Bobby and reached around to grab hold of her exposed arse cheeks. He squeezed them, jiggled them and spread them apart, causing her thong to slip into her crack as far as it would go. He spun her around and dropped to his knees and continued to manhandle her arse as the other audience members nearby enjoyed the show. He could see her little arsehole, just covered by the fabric of her thong, and he went to press his face into her arse crack.

�Smelling the merchandise is extra,� Bobby held out his hand and a $20 note was thrust into it. �Yep, that�ll do it.�

Brad grinned and licked his lips before pressing his face against the thong in her arse crack, breathing deeply of her aroma. He spun her around again and pressed his nose between the puffy labia before him.

Brad groaned and sat back, leaving his hand on her hips to prevent her from leaving.

�I�ve got a hundred in my pocket, now I reckon my hundred says I can ride that little arsehole of hers for all it�s worth, what do you reckon?�

�I reckon your hundred is correct in its thinking,� Bobby grinned and took the hundred bucks from Brad.

Brad�s smile spread from ear to ear as he ushered Patty out from between the seats into the aisle, and moved her down onto all fours.

�Surely there�s something else I can do for the donation?� asked Patty. �I could bring you a drink, or a hot dog. What about a nice cold beer?�

�Nah, thanks anyway,� Brad smiled down at her, as she turned her head back around to look at him in shock, as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his erect cock out into the fresh air. �I�m all good, I�ll just fuck this little hole of yours and be on my way.�

Brad laughed and gave her a slap on the arse. He stuck his left index finger under the yellow thong and pulled it to the side, exposing her puckered hole.

�Nice,� he grinned as he lined the angry-looking head of his cock up with her quivering arse.

�I can get some lube if you like?� asked Bobby about to summon one of the other helpers.

Brad spat right on her anus and then began to press his cock forwards against the resisting hole.

�It�s fine,� he grinned with pleasure as his cock slowly inched into her poor arse.

Patty wanted to scream and thrash, she wanted to stop him from invading her virgin arsehole, she wanted to run away from him, but she knew she couldn�t, she had a responsibility. The man had made a donation and she had to fulfil the contract for the donation.

She groaned in pain, and hung her head to look at the floor, she felt hot tears of shame begin to drip to the floor off the tip of her nose as the agony of having her arse spread open by some big biker dude, spread up her spine and exploded into her brain like a hot knife stabbing her.

�That is so tight, I think that�s a virgin arsehole! Now that�s worth every cent,� Brad�s head lolled back and forwards like his neck was a rubber band, he was immersed in the pleasure of having his cock gripped by her tight arse muscle as it tried to expel the invader.

�I love rough fucking a tight little arsehole, yeah baby!�

Brad began to increase his speed, slamming his cock in and out of her abused arsehole as hard and as fast as he could.

�How do you like being a biker�s bitch?� he asked Patty as he slapped her arse again and then reached under her to grab hold of her large swaying tits.

He was almost using her tits like the reins of a horse, pulling her back onto his cock by pulling back on her tits as hard as he could. She could either have her tits ripped off or allow her arse to move back and impale itself on his cock again.

After a few minutes of grunting and squealing as his large shaft was forced in and out of her defenceless hole, Brad rammed forwards so his hairy balls were slapping against her thighs and with a groan of absolute pleasure he began to squirt his hot seed into her arse.

�Oh yeah,� he groaned as he rammed his cock in and out a few more times as it kept squirting into her again and again.

With a hiss of pain she slumped forwards, dragging her arse off his semi-erect cock with a wet snap. Brad looked down at the pale quivering arse before him; traces of his sticky come around her abused arsehole.

He reached down and almost tenderly he patted her on the arse cheek.

�Yep, worth every cent,� he stood up and tucked his cock back into his jeans.

Bobby grabbed a cold beer from one of the roaming drinks sellers and handed it to Brad.

�Compliments of the house,� he grinned. He then bent forwards and gave Patty a hard slap on her arse to get her attention.

�Come on, don�t just lie there, you have work to do,� Bobby grinned as he looked around at the guys nearby who had suddenly produced money and were waving it in his direction.

�I think you�re going to be very popular around here,� he grinned and waved over one of the older ladies in the fluoro vests.

�Rose, will you help me out?� he said with a smile as he read the elderly woman�s name off her sticky nametag.

�Yes dear,� she smiled at him from behind her glasses.

�This young lady here,� Bobby spun Patty around to face the older woman, and groped her tit for effect. �She is providing these men with her services,� he gave Rose a wink and she blushed knowingly.

�Oh, ok,� she was a little bit taken aback, but she knew it was all for a good cause. �How can I help?� she began to take off her vest.

�No! That�s not necessary Rose,� he smiled at her and grabbed her arm gently to stop her from disrobing. �I need you to keep an eye on her, and make sure she gives these men what they pay for, and I need you to take the money from them to put in the collection tin. Can you do that for me Rose?�

She smiled at him proudly; pleased that such an important job had been entrusted to her.

�Of course I can young man, I�m not senile you know!�

Bobby grinned at her.

�Of course you�re not, thanks Rose. I need to get back to the tournament.�

He headed off as Rose directed Patty to the next group of men who were all waving money and taking their shirts off.

�How much for a gangbang with her? I don�t know boys� why yes dear, I suppose $80 is a fair price.�

Bobby strode around the group of tables, handing out small punishments for minor infringements. Many of the women were now sitting with their bra, their panties, or in some cases both, on the table in front of them, as they�d been required to pay a penalty with them.

�Ha! We win again,� yelled Alison the newsreader. Her competitive nature was really showing now as she pointed at Michelle across the table. �In your face! I thought you�d played this game before.�

Bobby walked over and stood behind her, placing his hands on the reporter�s shoulders and pressing her back down into her seat. He bent forwards and leant in close to her ear so that she could hear him properly.

�Now, no-one likes a bad winner. You keep acting like a child and I will treat you like one when your time comes for a penalty. Do you follow me?�

Alison snapped her head around to look at him and a sharp retort started to leave her mouth. She thought better of it and bit her lip instead.

�What is the penalty for the losers?� asked Nancy, directing the attention away from her partner.

�Hmm, yes� a penalty,� Bobby pulled out his book while he decided what he wanted to do.

�This is the bonus round,� he said with sudden inspiration. �They get a reprieve. The next hand is double or nothing. Whoever loses gets a penalty twice as bad as normal,� Bobby nodded across as �his� ladies.

�Better hope you�re as good as you think you are,� Bobby said ominously to Alison as he walked away.

Samantha and Michelle grinned at her as the cards were collected to play again.

�So Camille, your team lost again,� Bobby stood between Mary and Angela and looked across as the despondent looking Camille and Lavinia. �Lavinia has already had a penalty, are you going to volunteer to take the team�s punishment Camille?�

�Well, that is, um��

�Yes or no?�

�She was the one who lost,� uttered Camille quietly like a small child caught in the middle of an act of mischief.

�So you think I should take it out on her, even though she�s already done her part for the team?�

�Well� yes.�

�Well you are definitely getting the penalty now, with added cruelty points for your unsportsmanlike behaviour,� Bobby grabbed her arm and stood her up out of her chair.

�Please, it was her,� she mewled pathetically.

�Oh I am going to enjoy this,� Bobby called one of his helpers over and sent the short, dark haired girl out to his equipment case in the wings of the stage.

Bobby stood glaring at Camille as she felt herself shrinking smaller and smaller under his angry gaze.

�Here they are sir,� she handed Bobby the black satin bag and turned to go back to her position around the audience area.

Bobby began to unbutton Camille�s sleeveless white striped blouse, and yanked it down over her shoulders to expose her flesh coloured lacy bra.

Before she could protest, he had reached around behind her, unclipped the bra, and slid the straps down her arms to expose the dark nipples and areolae of her c-cup breasts.

�Everyone enjoying this?� Bobby asked the ladies at the table and they all nodded. He pulled the blouse out of her black trousers and dropped it on the table, followed by the bra.

He then reached down and forcefully unbuckled her belt, then unfastened the button and the clips holding her pants closed. With a smooth movement, he unzipped the fly and pushed the pants down to her ankles, exposing her matching flesh coloured higher waist style panties.

�Aren�t you a bit young for granny panties?� Bobby asked her as he bent down to lift one ankle as he pulled her high-heeled black shoe off and then pulled the trousers off her leg and then the panties too, before repeating it with the other leg.

Camille now stood there with her brown haired pussy exposed to the world, and immediately one hand shot down to cover herself up.

�Feeling a little self conscious?�

Camille nodded in response to the question.

Bobby dropped the panties and trousers onto the table, keeping the heels as he got her to put them back on.

�Well I have some clothes for you here,� Bobby opened the satin bag and pulled out a lacy white thong style pair of panties.

He gave them to her and indicated that she should put them on.

She stared at them for a moment and then quickly stepped into them and slid them up her legs, quickly hiding her pussy behind the thin lace material. She could feel the tight ribbon of fabric pressed between her buttocks as it rubbed back and forwards against her arsehole every time she moved.

Bobby pulled a black satin dress out of the bag and threw it to her. She unfolded it and unzipped the back, climbing into the dress and pulling it up over her shoulders. She realised that the dress was short, very short. She could feel that the bottoms of her arse cheeks were visible from behind and she guessed that part of her crotch was visible too.

Bobby zipped up the black satin dress and smoothed down the white lacy apron sewn into the waistband of the dress. He pulled a hairpiece out of the bag and slid the hair combs into place on the top of her head, fixing the white lacy little cap onto her head.

Guys nearby wolf whistled her, and she moved around to try and get a better look at herself in the reflective surfaces around the room.

�I�m dressed like a maid. Why am I dressed like a maid?�

�Because you�re going to serve, and I think you�ll serve� her,� Bobby pointed at the next table where a large, short haired, blonde woman was sitting. She grinned, and the smile lit up her serious looking face. The woman pressed the palms of her hands together in glee, flexing her toned arms to make her biceps jump.

�Yes, come and serve me,� Alicia smiled like a hungry cat.

Camille knew the reputation of the librarian only too well. She was a fitness freak, far too intelligent, some kind of head banger or something to do with rave parties too, and she was also a voracious lesbian who had slept her way through most of the lesbian community, and several of the straight women too.

�No! Don�t make me go over there like this.�

Bobby just glared at her.

�Go and collect their empty glasses, tidy up the table and take her drink order. Attend to her needs and only leave when she dismisses you. Now!�

Camille looked back and forwards between Bobby and Alicia, seeing the looks of anger from him and lust from her, she knew that neither of them was going to give her any sort of reprieve.

She could do this, she said to herself. After all she was the Mayor�s wife, there were lots of unpleasant duties she was forced to attend to, this would be just one more.

Nervously she flicked the hair up over the top of her ear, a nervous habit she had developed as a child and one that had never left her. She took the metal tray Bobby held out to her and then slowly made her way over to stand at the table alongside the blonde woman in the t-shirt and multicoloured waistcoat.

�Tidy this mess up, bitch,� ordered Alicia, who was delighted to see Camille obey her orders.

She leant back in her chair to look behind her and study the cheeks of her arse as they poked out from under the hemline of the skirt.

�Your skirt is riding up,� she laughed as she ran her hand down the curve of the other woman�s arse. Her hand slid down onto Camille�s inner thigh and then went up underneath the skirt to cup her pussy from behind.

Camille gasped in shock and dropped the tray on the table.

�You stupid cow!� yelled Alicia as her drink was knocked enough to splash water onto her arm. �You nearly spilt all the drinks on the table. Are you stupid or something?�

Alicia gave Camille a hard, stinging slap on the arse.

�I asked you a question! Are you stupid or something?�

�No!�

�No? No what?�

�Huh?� Camille was confused.

�No M�am!� she slapped Camille on the arse again.

�No M�am,� she repeated quickly.

�Well I�ll be the judge of how stupid you are. Let�s see if you can manage to clean up this table without any more mishaps.�

�Yes M�am.�

Alicia nodded as Camille began to pick up rubbish off the table. Alicia snaked her hand down from where she�d been resting it on Camille�s arse and moved it under her dress again. She began to rub the Lady Mayoress� pussy through the white lacy panties.

�What! No!� she hissed and tried to turn away from the hand.

�Do as you�re told, you�re a maid! Don�t forget it,� Bobby bellowed at her from where he was watching the festivities seated near Angela.

�Yes, Sir,� she groaned in protest as she moved back into position and resumed collecting items off the table onto her tray.

�That�s better,� Alicia reached back under the dress and began to work her fingers expertly over the pussy lips and clit of the older woman half bent over the table next to her.

After a few moments of this Camille could tell that she was going to orgasm wether she liked it or not, and a few moments later she realised she was not going to be able to stay upright for much longer either. She placed the tray on the table before she dropped it and then slumped forwards, unintentionally lifting her arse up and exposing more of her nether regions to her tormentor.

Alicia could hear the squelchy noises coming from within Camille�s pussy, and quickly pulled the panties to one side and slid two fingers deep within the middle-aged pussy.

�Ohhh!� moaned Camille as she felt the fingers invade her vagina. �Stop, please!�

�You don�t really want me to stop,� Alicia grinned as she began to work her fingers in and out, rubbing the erect clit with her thumb as well. �You don�t want me to stop� do you?�

Camille groaned in pleasure, unable to speak or really comprehend any longer, her mind was overwhelmed with the oncoming storm, the orgasm rushing towards fruition in her mind.

�Oh yeah little bitch maid, take my fingers,� Alicia worked her fingers in and out, harder and harder, almost shoving Camille across the table each time. �You will come for me, won�t you?�

�Yes M�am,� hissed Camille as she could feel the orgasm rushing up from her clit to her brain like an out of control freight train.

�Yes, that�s it,� said Alicia coldly as she manipulated this bitch to an unwilling orgasm, and she loved every second of the power she had.

�Yes!� hissed Camille, trying to keep her voice down as she felt the waves of orgasmic energy washing over her mind.

Her head thrashed as Alicia continued to abuse her clit, sending spike after spike of pleasure into her mind.

She screeched as she could keep it in no longer and her head snapped back as she ground her hips on the table beneath her.

With a wet slurp, Alicia pulled her fingers out of the Lady Mayoress� pussy and let her slide off the edge of the table and slump to the ground beside her, panting.

Reaching over, she grabbed her under the arms and lifted her up to sit on her lap. With a quick move, demonstrating her familiarity with this commonly available costume, she opened the hidden Velcro flaps in the front of the dress that provided her with opening slits to expose her conquest�s tits. Quickly, before Camille realised what was happening, Alicia had both of her nipples out and was happily beginning to bite and suck on the right hand one.

�Wha� No!� she gasped as she felt the pain and then the pleasure of having her nipple abused.

�Quiet maid,� ordered Alicia, and Camille sat and whimpered as Alicia enjoyed herself with one nipple and then the other.

�Go and get me a drink now little bitch,� ordered Alicia as she dumped Camille off her lap onto the floor.

Camille got up unsteadily and then grabbed her tray off the table and wandered over to the drinks area.

When she came back with various drinks, Alicia glared at her.

�Why do you think I�ll drink all of these?� Do you think I�m some sort of fat beast?�

�No! I didn�t know which one you�d like so I got them all.�

Alicia suddenly lashed out and slapped Camille across the face.

�For that, you can get down here and apologise to me properly,� she demanded, pointing under the table.

Alicia stood up, undid her jeans and slid them and her pink cotton panties down to reveal her Brazilian-waxed little landing strip of dark blonde pubic hair above her pussy. She kicked her jeans off one leg and sat back down, leaving them bunched around her other ankle.

�Show me the respect I deserve from one as lowly as you! Get under here and kiss it better, make me feel good!�

Camille looked down at the woman�s naked thighs and was unsure, she had never done this before, nor was she even remotely interested in women. But then she realised it was ok, it was her penalty, and after all it was all for a good cause.

She nodded to herself and dropped down to her knees and crawled under the table. She positioned herself between Alicia�s open thighs and tentatively stuck her tongue out, it hit the hairless lips of the pussy and then she began to lick up the length of the blonde�s cunt towards the clit.

�Yeah that�s the way, know your place,� Alicia laughed as she reached down and grabbed hold of the back of the brunette�s head an suddenly pulled her head forwards, pressing it right into her wet pussy. She began to hump her pussy up and down, dragging Camille�s whole face up and down the length of her slit.

�Yeah� just like that,� she shivered in pleasure as she forced the nose and tongue of the other woman as deeply as she could into her wet opening.

�Stick your tongue in, try and lick the inside of my womb you little slut,� she hissed. �Yeah, you�re a natural pussylicker,� she groaned and wrapped her legs around the older woman�s head, pulling her in.

�I�m not giving her back any time soon,� groaned Alicia gazing dreamily across to Bobby.

Bobby grinned.

�I want her back later then. For now, send you partner over to play the next game.�

Chapter 4

Mary crawled, red faced out from under the table, she had lost and to Cynthia Jones of all people. Cynthia was one of the other ladies in local high society, and she was as close to a nemesis as Mary was likely to get. She was always trying to go one better than Mary, she had to donate more money to the charity drive, her dress was always better and more expensive, her car bigger and newer, holidays more extravagant than Mary�s, and everyone else�s too.

Cynthia had looked like the cat that swallowed the canary when Mary�s team lost and it was Mary�s hand that had done it. She looked even smugger when Bobby had announced that Mary would have to head under the table and lick Cynthia�s blonde pussy to orgasm.

Mary got up, wearing only her black lace bra on her top, as she had a minor penalty earlier in the day, and sat back in her seat. Cynthia�s pussy juices could be seen glistening on Mary�s face, as she tried to regain her composure.

�If I�d know you were actually that good at something, I would have made more of an effort to be friends dear,� Cynthia laughed as she regained her proper seated position, and her partner Melissa Lopez, a more recent member of their social group and wife to the newly wealthy owner of the local chain or organic supermarkets, chuckled along with her as her supporters in the crowd also sniggered at Mary�s expense.

�Just wait Cynthia, I�m not out of the tournament just yet,� and she turned and threw Cynthia�s lacy white panties to the crowd nearby.

Cynthia stopped laughing and stared daggers at her opponent.

�Time to play,� she hissed as she watched her expensive French panties get stuffed into the pocket of some high school nerd.

�Yes!� Mary jumped up in the air, barely able to contain her joy, and gave Angela a high five.

�Take that, bitch,� laughed Angela as she pointed at the pair of shocked looking players opposite them.

�Here we have out first team into the finals!� announced Bobby as he grabbed hold of the hands of his ladies, and paraded them around a little in front of the audience, who all clapped appreciatively.

Bobby smiled at them as they returned to their seats.

�And here we have, our first semi-final losers,� announced Bobby to and even bigger cheer as he got the losing team to stand.  Melissa looked uneasy, her dark skin and dark hair hanging down over her face to hide her embarrassment. Cynthia was defiant, almost in denial as she slowly stood to her feet, smoothing her navy skirt down into place.

�Winner�s choice, pick a number Angela.�

�Ok, seventeen.�

Bobby looked at the book and decided he wanted to have some fun with both women.

�Melissa, you get the Maid�s outfit, or the little cap and feather duster part of it anyway.�

Melissa stared at him, unsure of what to do. Bobby quickly made it clear to her that she should remove her clothes, and shortly her a-cup tits and dark pubic hair were on display, her lovely dark skin a nice contrast to the others they had seen so far.

Bobby pinned the little white cap to her head and handed her the feather duster. He looked around to the other end of the auditorium, away from where the action had been centred so far and pointed at them.

A cheer went up from the crowd in that area as Bobby walked Melissa down to them.

�Ok, you�re out for the rest of the tournament now so you have nothing better to do with your time. You are to give a blow job to any guy who wants one, in this area here,� Bobby pointed out the stands in front of them. �They will come on your face and when they�re done, and you�re all nicely glazed in hot white sticky cum, then you can come back to your seat, but not before. Now get going,� Bobby shoved her forwards towards a large, dopey-looking, fat, bald guy in his thirties, in the front row. He couldn�t believe his luck as he adjusted his glasses and watched this gorgeous woman open his fly and fish his semi-erect cock out of his pants. He watched in awe as he stared down at the long, black, curly head of hair underneath the crisp white maid�s cap as she began to bob up and down in his lap. She was an amazing cocksucker, much better than anything he�d ever had in his few sexual liaisons and he wasn�t going to last long. He felt her tongue swirling around his shaft as she drove her mouth up and down his rod, and sucked on it for all she was worth. Knowing the requirements of her assignment, Ted pushed Melissa back off his cock so she sat up on her haunches, and she began to jack him of with her hand as he exploded his load of hot cum over her face, watching in ecstasy as it hit her chin and ran down into her cleavage.

Ted snapped a quick pic with his phone as she stood, and then she moved along the row to the next adult male, who nodded in agreement as she asked him if he wanted to bust a nut over her face. She looked up at the number of guys in this area and knew she was going to be here for a while. With a sigh of resignation she dropped to her knees and began to fish this guy�s cock out of his pants, as he grinned in disbelief.

�And now for you,� Bobby walked slowly around Cynthia, like a predator sizing up his prey. �Mary, a number please?�

�Eleven,� she whispered, hoping for something particularly cruel.

Bobby pretended to turn to penalty eleven, and nodded his head in appreciation.

�Oh, very nice,� Bobby turned to his nearest volunteer, and pointed to the back. �It�s time for walkies!�

Quickly the bikini girl ran to the back and returned with a small gym bag.

�Ok let�s get ready, Cynthia take it all off,� Bobby gestured at her clothes.

Cynthia thought about it for a moment, and then with a look of defiance at Mary, she began to unbutton her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. She pulled the white satiny fabric from the navy skirt, and after undoing the buttons on the cuffs, she slid it off and dropped it to the floor, revealing a silk slip covering her body. She unzipped the skirt and let it fall, kicking it off her feet. She stood in her white slip, her white bra underneath, with her navy stockings and heels, staring at the crowd, almost waiting for something to happen, or for someone to rescue her.

�Come on,� Bobby ordered.

She slipped the little straps off her shoulders and the lacy, silky, white slip slid down her body, revealing her lacy white bra and her nicely trimmed blonde pussy exposed as Mary had removed her panties earlier. She grumbled as she reached around and undid the clasp to release her nice sized c-cup tits, and gasped a little as the cool air danced across her large pink areolae.

�The heels and stockings can stay, I like them,� Bobby opened the bag as she stood waiting and he pulled out a dark brown leather dog leash and studded dog collar. He also pulled a little pair of brown ears on a plastic head band and lastly a butt plug with a hairy brown tail attached to it.

�Get down on the floor, hands and knees, right now,� he instructed pointing at the ground before him.

She looked at him and then glared at Mary, who was enjoying every second of it, and then eased herself down onto her knees before him, and then sank down onto her hands and stared down at the floor in anger.

Bobby leaned down and fastened the collar around her tanned throat, and then with a metallic click, he attached the leash to the loop on the collar.

�That�s a good dog,� he said as he stroked her along her spine, resting his hand on her quivering butt.

He took the plastic hair band which had the ears attached to it and pressed it back through her hair so the ears sat on top of her head, sticking up to the roof, like a curious, attentive, puppy.

�Mary, if you�d be so kind,� Bobby held the tail out to her. Without wasting an instant Mary was over there and took the plug from his hand.

�I wouldn�t want this to hurt� too much,� said Mary as she quickly licked the black shiny surface of the butt plug.

Bobby reached down and spread the society woman�s arse cheeks apart to reveal her little arsehole and Mary pressed the tip of the plug against it, and then with a flick of her wrist, she shoved the plug forwards, driving it deeply into the other woman�s anus.

�Arrggh!� groaned Cynthia as she felt her unused arsehole stretched open, she felt the girth of the plug widening as it pressed further into her, then a moment later, blessed relief as the widest part of the plug was inside her and she felt her muscle close around the thinner end of the plug, holding it in place.

Mary stared down at her rival with a sense of satisfaction; Cynthia was in obvious discomfort as she wiggled her arse around trying to dislodge the invader.

�Don�t bother, the tail is staying in,� said Bobby and gave her a hard slap on the arse to remind her who was in charge.

�Now my little bitch on heat,� Bobby said gently as he bent down to open her mouth and slip a ring gag between her teeth, so before she knew what had happened her mouth was now being held open by a round piece of metal which Bobby was merrily strapping into place at the back of her head.

�That�s better, a responsible pet owner always muzzles his dog in public,� he smiled at her. Bobby ran his hand over her nicely tanned flesh; she had a good figure, toned as she obviously worked out. He ran his hand over her shoulder and down to her right breast dangling underneath her. Bobby gave it a good squeeze, and then moved back over to Mary.

�I know you�ve always suspected ladies,� he said loud enough for the nearest few tables to hear. �They�re fake tits,� he pointed at Cynthia�s wobbling breasts.

�I knew it!� said Nancy the Pastor�s wife, and then turned red as she suddenly realised she�d said it out loud.

�Now Mary, this little bitch is in heat,� said Bobby as he handed the end of the leash to Mary. �Do you think you can help her out?�

Mary nodded as she listened to where Bobby was going with this.

�Take her out and see if you can find a suitable mate for her, a nice father for her next litter of puppies.�

Mary grinned evilly and yanked on Cynthia�s leash.

�Come on bitch, let�s see who�s going to put a bun in your oven.�

Mary led the reluctant Cynthia over to the crowd and began to parade her up and down, a mixture of spit and tears rolled down her chin as she crawled back and forwards, tail swishing behind her with each movement of her arse.

Mary stopped as they reached the gap between the stands, and there at the back where the access hatch to get in under the bleachers was located, stood Tyrone the janitor.

�You there,� she said pointing at the older black man.

�What?� he demanded as some dumb white bitch yelled at him.

�Come out here will you please,� she asked pleasantly.

Tyrone sighed, wondering what the hell she wanted, but knew it would just be easier to go and shut her up. He marched down the access way, scratching his partially exposed belly as the top half of his coveralls were open, the white thick fabric covered in grease, paint and god knows what else.

Tyrone had been at this damn school with these damn stuck up rich white people for too many years and he�d had enough of their shit. He was in his fifties now, and he had reached the end of his patience with their dumb bullshit.

He mopped the sweat from his face as he stood in front of the woman who�d called to him, it was sure hot under the seats in the store room, where they�d had him hauling out more chairs for this dumb arse card game.

Tyrone blew his nose and then spat into the handkerchief before stuffing it into his pocket.

He ran his hands up through what little hair he had left, which was now grey and located only at the back of his head.

�What is it, can�t you see I�m busy?�

  �Sorry to disturb you,� Mary apologised. �I have something special for you. How would you like to go bareback on this rich bitch?� Mary pointed at Cynthia who was almost cowering on the floor next to her.

Tyrone did a double take, for some reason he hadn�t noticed the naked white woman on the floor, but now he saw her, he really saw her. Tyrone felt the lust boil up inside him, the frustration and anger at years of these dumb bitches and their stupid requests washed over his mind and he grinned.

�Fuck yeah,� he nodded as he popped open the rest of the press-studs on his white coveralls. He was naked underneath; he never wore underwear when he knew he was going to be sweating his balls off in that damn store room, so his rapidly hardening cock was quickly exposed.

�Very nice,� muttered Mary appreciatively as she looked at the good-sized black cock before her. �May I?�

Tyrone grunted at her and nodded. She reached down and took hold of his cock in her hand and began to give it a slow pump, working the shaft up and down as she slowly jacked him off.

�Yeah, that�s nice, you know how to work it don�t cha,� he nodded happily as she manhandled him.

He stared down at the quivering buttocks of the other white chick, she had some damn dog costume on or something, a tail sticking out of her arse hole, but he didn�t care what these stupid freaks wanted to do, he was going to fuck her and that�s all he cared about.

�Ok, that�s enough,� Tyrone pushed Mary away and dropped down behind Cynthia and grinned as she shuddered in terror, or revulsion. �It�s time to fuck this cunt, and tear it in two with Tyrone�s big dick.�

Tyrone ran the tip of his cock up and down the outside of her slit, and then a moment later he drove the length of into her.

She groaned, the groan of a stuck pig, a wounded animal as the spear was being driven into its flesh. She felt Tyrone�s human spear splitting her pussy in two, slowly driving into her depths, pressing her fuck canal wide apart.

 �You like that little doggy bitch?� hissed Tyrone in her ear as he bent forwards, and then bit her ear as he moved back upright and laughed.

Mary was looking on in approval as she watched her rival getting fucked by some janitor�s big dick.

�Yeah, you like it don�t you slut,� hissed Tyrone as he felt her muscles gripping him tightly. �All you rich bitches are the same, everyone of you that I�ve ever banged has wriggled in pleasure on Tyrone�s big cock,� he slapped her on the arse and laughed as he continued to shove his cock missile into her wet pussy.

�Tyrone likes your fake titties,� he laughed as he reached under her and began to maul her breasts. �Nice big teats too,� he pinched her nipples and pulled on them making them fully erect and engorged with blood.

�Yeah you like that don�t you, dirty Ho� he said as he slapped her nipples, causing her to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. �Tyrone is going to fill your big fucking box up with his hot baby makin� cum, you ready for that Ho?� Tyrone laughed as he quickened his pace, slamming his hips forwards into her butt cheeks, causing her tits to sway back and forwards as he rode her.

�Ready bitch? Here it comes,� he groaned as he continued to slam into her, then after a few more thrusts he hissed, threw his head back and grinned at the ceiling, as Cynthia gasped in shock and began to sob as best she could through the gag.

Mary was there immediately, right down there in Cynthia�s face.

�How did you like that, you bitch?� asked Mary as she slapped Cynthia across the cheek. �You�ve just been impregnated by the fat, old, black janitor.�

�Out of my way cunt,� grunted Tyrone as he pushed Mary away from Cynthia so he could line up his dripping cock with the gag holding her mouth open. �Now you can use that rich tongue of yours to clean off my cock,� he smiled at her as he shoved his cock into her mouth and began to slide it in an out.

Cynthia gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat.

�Suck it clean slut,� he ordered.

�Nice choice Mary,� Bobby nodded his approval. �Where�s the dog now?�

�Tyrone wanted to look after her for a while longer, he promised to feed and walk her,� Mary grinned as she pointed at the retreating rear end of Cynthia who was disappearing between the stands to the storeroom, crawling towards it as Tyrone tugged on her leash.

�Come on Bitch, can�t stand around here with you all day, I have work to do. But then we can play.�

Chapter 5

The players stopped for a final break and Bobby wanted to keep the festivities rolling along for the audience, so he�d already had a word to the cheer coach and arranged for a visit from the senior girls in the cheerleading squad.

To the delight of the audience, the seven 18 year olds marched confidently in unison and lined up in front of the seated crowd who all went quiet in anticipation.

Their music came on and they started to move in time with it, dancing and shaking their blue and yellow pom-poms. Bobby could see that the audience loved it, as the group of young women romped about in their short blue pleated skirts, and a roar from the crowd went up as they began to do some kicks and very quickly the crowd realised the squad weren�t wearing panties, or anything else under the skirts, flashing pubic hair and wet slits at the crowd each time they threw their legs up.

The song came to an end, much to the dismay of the crowd, who groaned in disappointment.

�Come on guys, let�s hear it for the girls of the cheer squad,� Bobby swept his hand around like a game show host to indicate the cheerleaders.

The crowd applauded and then went quiet, waiting to see what happened next.

�Do you want some more, or can they head home?� Bobby teased.

A resounding cry of �more� came from the audience, just as the cheerleaders had all expected, Bobby smiled at the squad.

�Well ladies I guess it�s one more, but which cheer?� Bobby tapped his chin, in thought.

�How about we pass the bucket around, and if we get $300 for the charity, then the girls will do the next one topless.�

A holler came from the crowd as guys in the immediate area dove forwards to throw $20 bills into the bucket and quickly it filled up, raising a total of $480.

�Thanks for the generosity guys. Make sure you give them a little extra for their donation, ladies,� Bobby nodded to the crowd and smiled at Jade, the blonde head-cheerleader.

�Ok girls,� she announced. �Follow my lead.�

The next song started up, and it was a pounding bass-driven dance track.

Jade was gyrating her hips left and right, then at the appropriate moment she crossed one arm over the other and grabbed hold of the hem of the yellow and blue top she was wearing, with both hands, her pom-poms hanging from their wrist-straps.

Then when the next section of the song finished she peeled off the top to reveal her naked c-cup sized tits.

The other young women all did the same and then Jade began to shake her pom-poms up and down, before bowing low in front of the crowd and straightening back up as she shook her shoulders back and forth, causing her breasts to shake and sway provocatively.

This was the start of a standard routine, so quickly they were all high kicking and flipping in the air as their tits wobbled about.

The performance was very well received and Bobby watched as the girls finished off the song, tits and arse wobbling all over the place.

�Ok, now if anyone�s interested, if you head over to the front of the stage here, we�ll be auctioning off the cheerleaders one by one. The winners will get the afternoon in the company of these fine athletic specimens, Bobby grinned as he gave Jade�s taut arse a slap through her skirt and she smiled sweetly at the crowd and gave them a saucy wink.

�If you�re really nice to them, then they�ll take really good care of your every need,� Bobby let the last statement hang in the air for a moment and then moved to the stage.

A moment later a stampede of guys, and some girls, followed them and began to throw wild sums of money out as bids.

The fundraising was going very well.

�There�s no way we lost that, you must be cheating,� pouted Alison as she slammed her manicured hands down on the table in annoyance.

�How dare you!� Michelle was shocked at the suggestion they were cheating. �Neither of us would ever cheat, you take that back.�

Michelle and Samantha glared across the table at the blonde newsreader.

�Have you even played bridge before this tournament? You have no idea,� mumbled Samantha, glaring at the angry-looking blonde.

�I�m Allison Hannighan, I can do anything. Card games, puhleease, I can play them all in my sleep,� she waved dismissively at them and laughed.

�Adjudicator!� yelled Michelle and thrust her arm up into the arm to get Bobby�s attention.

Bobby turned away from the little blonde assistant, Sally, whose left nipple he�d been playing with, and went over to see what was happening.

�Ladies��

�This cow here won�t play fairly, she�s lost and she�s trying to avoid her punishment,� Michelle pointed accusingly at Allison.

�I�m accusing them of cheating, they�re the ones who should be punished not me!�

�Do you have anything to back that up?�

�There�s no way I lost, they must be cheating. Be a good lad and sort it out,� she smiled sweetly at him and batted her eyelashes.

�Look lady, you lost fair and square, you�ll have to pay your penalty.�

�I did not, and I won�t do it,� her jaw was set and it was obvious she would not be swayed.

�Don�t you think you�re being a bit childish? What did I warn you about earlier?� asked Bobby as he moved around to stand alongside her.

�No I�m not being childish, they�re cheaters and I won�t do it, so make them do the penalty because they deserve it.�

�Ok, well in my opinion you�re being very childish, and unless you decide to grow up and accept your punishment then I�ll have to take that into account too when I decide on what to do with you.�

�No, I won�t do it, no!� she slapped her hands on the table again, and turned to Phil her cameraman for moral support or something. The middle aged white guy just shrugged his shoulders in the chair he was lounging in and pulled his blue baseball cap down over his eyes and lay back to let them fight it out.

�Alright then, that�s about all I�m going to take from you,� said Bobby as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and made her stand up. He gave Phil a whack across the bottom of his running shoes, which made him glance up from under the hat. �I think you�re going to want to get this,� he nodded.

Phil jumped up and quickly threw the camera over his shoulder and was recording within moments.

�You want to behave like a child, well I think we can help you with that,� Bobby started walking her towards the stage. �Let�s see if we can�t make you look a bit more the part then.�

Bobby had stocked his production with all sorts of props, he had been dipping into them all day, and he had some ideas of things he wanted to make use of if he got the opportunity, this would give him the chance to use one of his favourites.

�No! I�m not doing that?� Allison was pouting like a spoilt ten year-old.

�Is she always this difficult?� Bobby asked Phil, like they were old buddies.

�No, sometimes she can be really difficult, this is just normal.�

Allison sucked air in between her teeth in disgust, Phil knew this meant he was in for it later on, but for some reason, today, he just didn�t care.

Bobby clapped his hands in the air theatrically, and immediately Sally the little blonde attendant he�d been playing with earlier, quickly strutted across the stage in her high heels, her smallish tits nicely showcased in her bikini. She held aloft the costume Bobby had told her to get, and she laid it out on the chair near him.

Allison took one look at it and scoffed.

�There is no way I�m wearing that, if that�s what you think is going to happen, no way.�

�Ok, time to pay the piper I�m afraid newswoman. First off, get that stuff off,� Bobby gestured at the tight red sweater with the � length sleeves, the white blouse underneath it and the tight blue jeans she was wearing.

She glared at him for a moment and then suddenly her resolve snapped and she begrudgingly slid the knitted sweater up over her head and off.

Phil couldn�t believe what he was seeing and made sure he captured it all on camera.

Grumbling all the time, she undid her little black belt, undid her jeans and unzipped them before sliding them down her legs, kicking off her slip-on leather shoes, before sliding one leg and then the other out of the pants. Standing in her lacy red panties, she began to unbutton the white blouse, revealing the matching lacy red bra underneath it. She looked at Bobby for a moment, as though she thought she was finished and Bobby shook his head. Suddenly she realised he expected her to take it all off, and a brief look of humiliation and embarrassment flashed over her face, before her ego kicked in again and she quickly reached back behind herself to unhook her bra, sliding it down her arms and off. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs and kicked them off to join the pile of clothes. She stood there, her big tits exposed and her nicely manicured blonde bush fully on display to the audience.

Phil whistled in appreciation as he zoomed in on her nipples and then her clit, making sure he got as much detail on camera as possible.

�Wait Phil, there�s more,� Bobby assured him as he grabbed the clothes off the chair. �Here you are little bitch, put this on,� and he threw it to Allison.

She caught the clothes, and held them up to look at. She had a blue blazer, white blouse with little tartan necktie and a red tartan school skirt. Bobby also placed a pair of knee-high white socks and some black leather shoes at her feet.

Quickly she slipped the blouse on, buttoning it up and fixing the tie into place, then she fastened the skirt around her waist and slipped her arms into the blazer. She sat on the chair and put the socks and shoes on whilst giving the audience a nice view up her skirt as she did so. Everything was short and tight, but it didn�t matter to anyone but her.

Quickly Sally returned and went to work on the blonde newsreader�s hair. She had a brush and began to brush her hair on one side, pulling it outwards into her hand, and then pulled an elastic band off her wrist and rolled it down, setting one side into a pigtail before repeating it on the other side. She stepped back as Bobby admired her work, before nodding to her.

�Very nice, a naughty little schoolgirl don�t you think?�

Phil nodded vigorously, as he moved around to catch her from all sides. He didn�t know where this was heading, but he loved it so far.

�You really look the part, at least now your childish attitude will fit your appearance� well almost,� Bobby stood back and gave her an up and down stare, before reaching down and grabbing the front of the skirt, lifting it to reveal her blonde pubes again. �That trim job you�ve had done there,� Bobby reached forwards and quickly ran his fingertips through the nicely trimmed blonde pubic hair. �It doesn�t really look like something a schoolgirl would have, does it?�

Suddenly from the side of the stage, Sally and another older helper in a fluoro vest wheeled out a table/chair, and as they turned it, it became clear that it was a gyno chair, complete with stirrups. They stopped near Bobby, stirrups facing the audience, and then they flicked on the brakes on the wheels so the chair wouldn�t move and then they left, scooping up Allison�s clothes and taking them off stage.

�What�s that for?� Allison was confused now.

�Get up here,� Bobby slapped the chair with his hand right at the end, between the stirrups.

Allison started to argue and then suddenly realised she had to do as she was told, Bobby wasn�t going to take any more of her insolence, she knew she could push him too far and that she really wouldn�t like her punishment then.

Reluctantly she sat her arse down on the edge of the seat, shuffled back into place and then laid down on it as Bobby gave her a light push backwards on the chest to convince her.

Bobby moved forwards and grabbed her left leg, raising the ankle he dropped her foot into place and then did the same with her right leg, then stepped back so the audience could see her there, both legs up, spread apart in the stirrups. Bobby flicked the skirt up from her knees, revealing her pussy, gaping apart ever so slightly due to her legs being held in that position.

Immediately Bobby slid the chair around between her spread legs and clapped his hands again, a moment later Sally responded.

The blonde came out with a toiletries bag, which Bobby unzipped, pulling out a can of shaving cream and a razor.

�Now lets see if we can�t make you look more like a schoolgirl eh?� Bobby grinned up at her horrified face. �Make sure you�re in here getting this Phil, I�m sure your viewers wouldn�t want to miss seeing their favourite newsreader getting her pussy shaved on live TV.�

�You bet I�m getting it,� said Phil as he zoomed in over Bobby�s shoulder to get the best angle.

�No, you can�t do that to me. I�m a grown woman, no one is shaving me unless I want them to.�

Bobby stared at her with a �What the fuck do you think this is� look on his face, and then returned to what he was doing.

Bobby shook the can and then sprayed the foam out over her blonde thatch of hair. He spread it around with his fingertips, watching her flinch whenever he touched somewhere sensitive.

�Now, let�s begin today�s lesson,� he grinned and with the first stroke of the razor, began to shave away her blonde pubes.

Bobby enjoyed his work, knowing that Allison was being humiliated beyond measure as he slowly and methodically worked the razor around her pussy, spreading her skin, pulling it tight as he removed the hair, stretching out her lips and moving her clit from side to side as he worked around it. He felt the humiliation radiate out through her mind, each time the razor scraped across her skin and more of her womanly covering was removed, she wanted to leap up and flee, but something in her mind made her stay, and Bobby loved her state of confusion. The humiliation built, each time he stopped to rinse the razor she had to sit and wait even longer, the process seemed to drag on and on. When he was done, her cunt was as bare as her arse, and she was wet from being manhandled in this way.

�Did you enjoy that, you bad girl?� asked Bobby as he gave her a slap on her arse. �A good student always keeps her privates neat and tidy. Make sure you get a good close-up of that Phil, show the world how sweet her bare little pussy looks now.�

Phil was going insane, he loved it, he totally loved it, and his cock really wanted out of his pants too. He had never thought of Allison as anything other than a bitch, but now she was a hot piece of arse, a nice sets of tits and a cunt, exposed to his gaze and the cold lens of his camera.

Bobby ran his moistened washer over her pussy lips, removing any excess cream and hairs to leave her newly naked pussy, glistening in the light, as Phil zoomed in on her moist lips.

�How does that look Phil, makes her look more the part eh?�

�Yeah, real nice. Bet she loves looking like a school girl, bare pussy and all.�

In reality she was dying inside, listening to these two guys discuss her exposed nether regions, she was red with embarrassment. Her pussy had been shaved bare against her will and she now lay here looking like she had before puberty, and she didn�t like it at all. She was a fully-grown woman, and wanted to look like one, how dare they take that away from her!

Bobby stood up again, interrupting her internal rant, and gave her another slap on the arse.

�Ok then, next activity for today is play time, so it�s time for games.� Bobby ushered her off the chair into the middle of the stage, and lent forwards to unbutton her blouse, opening it so that her nice big tits were in view again.

�Alrighty then, here you go, time to play,� Bobby smiled as he passed the jump rope to her from Sally. �You know what to do� jump!�

Allison stared at him and then a moment later she got the message. She untangled the rope and then she began to jump the rope as she spun it around. Almost immediately she began to recite one of those rhyming jumping games that girls do at school.

Bobby grinned as he watched her tits bounce and her skirt flap up and down to give the audience a peek at her naked cunt.

�Ok that will do,� he said after a few minutes of it.

She was puffing with exertion, and was happy to stop.

�Ok then, time for some discipline,� Bobby turned to Phil. �She�s a nasty little bitch isn�t she, do you think she needs a few strokes of the ruler on her bottom?� he asked.

Phil nodded enthusiastically. �Yeah, hell yeah!�

Bobby took the wooden ruler that Sally was holding out to him, and pushed Allison forwards back onto the chair, face down and then lifted her skirt up to reveal her nice taut arse.

�I think you should do the honours Phil,� Bobby held the ruler out to him.

Phil wasn�t sure, but then he saw the little blonde bikini chick come out with a tripod for his camera. He quickly locked the camera down so that it was aimed and focussed on Allison�s arse and then he grabbed the ruler and stood near to her.

Phil wasted no time, he drew his arm back and with a satisfying whack, he brought the ruler down across her arse.

�Please, no,� she begged, both in pain and embarrassed about being spanked like this in front of the camera.

�There�s more where that came from, bitch,� laughed Bobby as Phil brought the ruler back down across her arse again. �I think five strokes of the ruler will do.�

Phil nodded, and gave her another slap with it.

She hissed in pain, as her arse was slowly becoming more and more red.

Phil gave her a stroke of the ruler at the base of her cheeks and then the last one near the top, and then stepped back to admire the red, quivering buttocks of the newsroom bitch.

�Looks good, eh Phil?�

�Sure does, all the guys at the station would have loved to tan her arse like that,� he grinned.

�Want to give her some cock?� Bobby asked, quietly to Phil so Allison didn�t hear him.

�Love to, but there�s no way she�d let me� is there?�

�Sure there is,� Bobby grinned. �She�ll even help.�

Bobby grabbed Allison by the arm and pulled her back to stand up. She rubbed her sore arse through the skirt and glared at them, unintentionally giving them her best pouting little girl face as she tried not to cry from the pain and humiliation.

�Get back up on that chair, and make it quick,� Bobby pointed at the gyno chair.

She looked at it and then back at him, and then after a moment she sat down, gingerly allowing her arse to come into contact with the metal top of the table.

�Feet up where they should be,� Bobby flicked his head towards one of the stirrups.

She felt the shame, spread through her like blood in the water, rising up from her chest to her face in an instant.

She could see Bobby was serious and there would be no reprieve, only punishment if she didn�t comply.

�Hurry up girl,� he ordered.

Reluctantly she placed one foot up in the stirrup, and then the other in the other stirrup, she tried to hold the skirt in place to cover herself and retain some modesty.

�What are you doing? Everyone�s already seen your silly little cunt, so move your hands,� Bobby slapped them away in annoyance and then lifted her skit up to reveal her naked pussy again.

�Phil here needs to check something, he has a probe and he needs to take your temperature with it,� he grinned at Phil and gestured for him to take his place between her thighs. �Give him a hand putting it in, he can�t be expected to do everything, you stupid girl.�

Allison nodded silently, knowing she had to do as she was told. She watched Phil stand in front of her and he unzipped his jeans and dropped them down, pulling his underwear down to expose his erect cock. She could see it was a cock, and she knew it was a cock, but for some reason, in her mind, she also knew it was a special probe and he needed to put it inside her. There was no way she would ever let Phil fuck her, he was just a cameraman, but if Bobby said he needed to check her with his probe, then so be it. Hopefully it would be over quickly so she could get down out of this humiliating position.

�Spread your lips open, how is he supposed to see where he�s putting the probe, stupid girl,� Bobby chastised her.

She nodded and immediately reached down between her legs and spread her bald lips apart to reveal her moist pink pussy inside, and expose the cunt hole he would be aiming for.

�Ok, here we go,� groaned Phil as he touched the tip of his cock to the pink inner folds of her pussy.

�Well, line it up, put it where it needs to go Allison,� ordered Bobby.

Phil groaned silently as he felt Allison�s other hand grab hold of the end of his cock and pressed it against her opening.

�Ok, it�s ready,� she whispered.

 Phil nodded and then began to press inwards, slowly sliding his shaft into her opening as she held his cock, allowing it to run between her fingers as she held it in perfect alignment with her pussy opening.

�Ahh, there we are,� Phil was very pleased with himself.

�Yes, the probe is in all the way,� she moaned in pleasure. �What happens now?� she asked Bobby.

�Well Phil�s going to have to move that probe around in there, make sure he gets an accurate reading.�

�Ok,� said Phil happily as he began to slide his cock out before plunging it back in.

Allison was secretly loving the pleasure, while at the same time she was mortified that this was happening on stage in front of all these people, and worse still Phil was seeing it, he had been roped into helping with the probe and worst of all, he was filming every second of it.

Phil continued to fuck in and out of her, as she held his cock and made sure it went back in each time. Phil loved it and he knew he wouldn�t last a long time, but this kind of opportunity doesn�t happen every day, so he wanted to make sure he dragged it out as long as possible.

Allison groaned as Bobby reached forwards and played with her clit, rubbing it back and forth before working his fingers in a circular motion around it, driving her right up the wall.

�Oh fuck that feels good,� moaned Phil as her muscles were milking him for all they were worth.

�Is this going to take much looonger?� she wailed as she came.

The audience applauded politely, as they enjoyed watching this bimbo newsreader getting some cock given to her as she orgasmed on it.

�That�s the way Phil, flood her bimbo cunt,� he slapped Phil on the shoulder in a brotherly way.

�Ok dude, I will,� Phil grinned as he sped up and thrust into her harder and harder. A couple of minutes later and she felt a gooey wetness inside of her as the probe began to squirt some kind of hot, sticky liquid inside her. She was confused; it felt like Phil had just come inside her.

�Well done Phil,� Bobby put his hand up and gave the cameraman a high five, and Phil slowly rocked back and forwards, trying to get every last drop of his cum out into her bitchy pussy.

When he was done he stepped back and grabbed his camera, zooming in on her exposed cunt, catching his cum on film as it slowly began to seep back out of her glistening hole.

�I think she�s done for the time being,� he smiled at Bobby as his cum slowly oozed out of her reddened opening.

Bobby couldn�t resist turning and bowing to the applause from the stands, as Phil�s footage had been broadcast up onto the big screens.

He turned back to Allison, who was lying confused and exhausted on the table.

�Hurry up and get dressed and get back to your seat, you�re wearing that uniform for the rest of the tournament, at least while the final plays out anyway.�

Bobby stepped down from the stairs as he waited to escort her back to her seat, when he saw two familiar faces approaching him. He smiled as Kate Brooker and Joan Rodriquez walked over to him from the audience.

�Hi Bob, how�s it going honey?� asked Kate as she reached out and stroked his face tenderly.

Bobby knew Kate and Joan from an adventure he�d had several months earlier when he had lived with Kate�s family as their �missing son�, and he had had a very loving relationship with his new �mother�.

�It�s going nicely,� Bobby grinned, as he reached out and rubbed the prominent pregnant belly she was sporting.

He turned and smiled at Joan, she was a tasty Latino teacher who he�d met at parent teacher interviews with Kate. She worked here so it wasn�t surprising that they�d run into each other too.

�I see you�re going well, too,� Bobby winked at her as he gave her also very pregnant belly a rub, pleased that he had obviously impregnated both of them. �The tournament�s going well, come up here and I�ll introduce you to a new friend,� he gestured that they should follow him and the two pregnant women walked up behind him.

Allison couldn�t find any underwear, Sally had removed it and stuck it upon the board, so finally she gave up searching and tried to pull the skirt down into place, where it barely covered her modesty.. She huffed and puffed in annoyance as she got herself as tidy as she could.

She saw Bobby walk back towards her followed by a pair of pregnant women, some blonde woman and a Spanish looking one.

She turned on Bobby the moment he got within earshot.

�Do you know where my underwear is?� she demanded.

�Yes, it�s on the penalty board,� Bobby pointed to the white board on the edge of the stage where she could see her underwear hanging with other women�s lingerie that had been souvenired today.

She began to open her mouth to demand them back, but she quickly closed it again with a look from Bobby.

�Now, you horrible little slut, this is Kate and Joan. Say hello to them,� he demanded.

Grumpily she said hello to the two women, she almost thought of them as older women, caught up in the fantasy schoolgirl scenario for a moment. She realised she was the same age as them, and they were probably a pair of nobodies too.

�Now, they are special friends of mine,� Bobby smiled as he stepped back to stand between them, placing his arms around their shoulders with a grin, before allowing his arms to slide down their backs, and then reach around to cup a tit in each hand.

Both Kate and Joan giggled as Bobby groped one of their tits, in front of this woman they both recognised from TV.

�They�re both my baby mammas, understand?� he gave them both a playful pat on their pregnant bellies.

Allison nodded, not sure where this was going.

�Now I want to you treat them nicely, show them that they�re loved,� he smiled as he walked forwards and gave the gyno table a stroke.

�Get your panties off and get your arse up here Katie,� he instructed.

Kate giggled as she pulled up her ankle-length dress to reveal her cotton panties. She slid them down with a bit of assistance from Joan, and then Bobby helped her slide up onto the table.

He slipped her legs up into the stirrups, and threw her dress back to reveal her gaping pussy, wet with anticipation.

�Nice, as always,� Bobby nodded as he gave her pussy lips a stroke.

�I�ve had to do this a few times since you put this inside me,� she grinned and rubbed her belly.

He turned and grabbed Allison by the back of the head and directed her over between Kate�s legs.

�I want you to eat her out, really give her a good tongue bath, and don�t stop until she comes. Do you understand?�

Silently Allison nodded, not wanting to do this, but knowing she had to pay her penalty.

Bobby pushed her face down into the musky folds of the pregnant woman�s pussy, and she began to lick, tentatively at first, before finally deciding to just go for it, the sooner she got her off, the sooner it was over.

She licked forcefully and deeply as Bobby stood alongside watching, then he remembered he needed to get back to the tournament. He grabbed Allison�s blonde hair and pulled her head back to speak to her.

�When you�re done, then you can lick out Joan too. They�ll tell me if you don�t do it properly too,� he glared at her.

She nodded emphatically, as he stared at her for a moment and then she quickly stuck her tongue back into Kate�s wet pussy and continued to suck on her clit as she rammed her tongue in and out of the wet snatch.

Joan grinned as he walked towards her. He bent over and gave her a loving tongue kiss, as he playfully massaged one of her large tits, which had become larger since her pregnancy.

�I�ll talk to you later, I have the last round to officiate.�

Chapter 6

�Ok, so we seem to have lost some players along the way, Bobby smirked and grinned as he looked at Allison taking care of his friends on the stage.

�I�ll have to get you a new partner Mrs Brown,� Bobby smiled at the priest�s wife, Nancy.

�Who do we have in the substitute pool?� Bobby asked his little blonde helper.

Sally held out the clipboard to him and he read down it quickly.

�Ah, ok. Where�s Nicole Dalman?� he looked around, scanning the crowd for the current chairperson of the school PTA.

He saw a brunette head moving towards him through the crowd and then she broke through to the area he was standing in. He had always liked the look of Mrs Dalman, she was definitely a MILF, and he had always intending upon getting to know her better.

Smiling, the attractive brunette in the blue jeans and tight white t-shirt walked towards him, her good-sized tits pressing against the cotton of the shirt. She was a bit of a tease, and every guy in town liked to watch her walk by.

�Hi Bobby, you called?� she grinned at him.

�We need you to sub with Reverend Brown�s wife in the final round, her partner is otherwise occupied.�

Nicole looked a little bit surprised, and unsure.

�I don�t know if I�m good enough to play in the final, I really only put my name down to help make up the numbers.�

�That�s ok, they�ll go easy on you. Won�t you Mary?� Bobby smiled as he turned and put his arm around Mary, as he watched her sizing up the newcomer.

�Yes, we�ll be gentle with her,� she smiled, and grinned at Amanda, who was smiling too.

Bobby watched them play the last game of the tournament, it had been a fun idea and he thought he might do it again one day, perhaps even annually.

He watched as Mary and Amanda played like professionals, it was obvious they had been practicing their game as they seemed to know what the other was thinking before they played any cards, and Bobby was giving them no help as he didn�t care who won or lost now, it was all fun to him.

The two ladies did not want to be on the receiving end of a penalty, and beyond a few minor ones at earlier stages that had cost them further small articles of clothing like their shoes; they had avoided any real consequences.

It would be interesting to see who won, and it was becoming all too apparent who that would be.

�I think we�re going to lose,� Nancy held her head down, staring intently at her hand, hoping she could pull out some miracle.

�Shh, don�t let them hear you talk like that honey,� said Nicole, nodding in agreement at their imminent loss. �At least let them think we have something up our sleeve,� she smiled at the meek woman alongside her.

�Ok,� Nancy nodded, not sounding convincing at all.

�And with that last card, the game is over, our tournament is complete!� Bobby waved his hands in the air like a circus ringmaster. �Our winners!� Bobby pulled Mary and Amanda up out of their seats to the applause of the crowd. He ushered them to the front and they stood at the centre of everyone�s attention.

�Now there can only be one winning team, but to win they have to have good opponents.  Nicole and Nancy, please,� Bobby indicated the front of stage and ushered the losing team over there.

�Now we�ll get to our awards presentation shortly, but there�s one other item of business, which is of course, the final penalty of the game,� Bobby looked in his book and nodded thoughtfully. �They face the trial of humiliation and orgasm,� Bobby announced.

Nicole and Nancy looked back and forth at each other unsure of what was going to happen next.

�First remove their tops,� Bobby said to Mary and Angela.

Quickly Mary was pulling at Nicole�s t-shirt, pulling it out of her jeans and then up and off over her head.

�Bra too,� Bobby said anticipating the question.

Mary nodded and reached around behind Nicole to unhook the white lacy bra she was wearing.

Her busty assets bounced free and her rosy nipples quickly grew hard in the cool air and gaze of the audience members.

Nancy had resisted slightly as Angela made quick work of the buttons on her brown blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She was wearing a delicate cream coloured bra, more a feminine decoration than a requirement to hold her pert a-cup sized tits in place, but nice nonetheless.

Nancy was ashamed, she was standing topless in front of all these people, she was a priest�s wife, what would the congregation think about this, it was scandalous.

Bobby turned and reached out to his assistant as she handed him two chrome-plated chains with clips on either end.

�Here you are,� Bobby handed one chain to each of the winners and indicated where the clips were to go.

Nicole was frozen in disbelief as she watched Mary reach out, grab hold of one of her nipples and then slowly attach the alligator style clip to the sensitive flesh.

An instant later Nicole groaned in pain as she felt the little metal teeth of the clip biting into her nipple.

Mary then attached the other clip to Nicole�s other nipple and again she felt the pain as the metal teeth bit into her poor little erect nub.

Bobby was helping Angela and together they were stimulating Nancy�s nipples, rubbing and licking them to get them erect enough for the clips to grab hold of something. Bobby sent a jolt of pleasure into Nancy�s head and was rewarded with a little erect nip pressing into his tongue as he ran it back and forth over her breast.

Moving back he watched as Angela gave it a tweak between thumb and forefinger and then attached the clip to the woman�s nipple.

�Oh dear Lord,� howled Nancy as she felt the pain radiate out from her tit.

Angela grinned at her as she attached the second one, and then gave the chain a little tug to get the clips to pull on both nipples simultaneously.

�Arrgh! No!� yowled Nancy.

�Time for a victory lap ladies,� Bobby indicated to Mary that she should also grab hold of the chain as Angela was doing, and use it like a leash to get Nicole to walk along with her.

�Take your vanquished foes for a lap of honour, show your supporters that you have won,� Bobby announced theatrically.

Mary and Angela took hold of the chains and yanked the women along behind them. Wincing and moaning in pain, the two losers walked behind the other team as the chains on their nipples bit and pulled on their sensitive flesh.

The audience loved it and cheered them on the whole way.

The procession made its way slowly around the room to give everyone a good look, and the odd daring few, a good feel as they groped the loser�s breasts as they went past.

They came back to the stage and stood alongside Bobby, Nancy and Nicole both panting in pain as they tried to push the sensations out of their minds, unsuccessfully.

�Ok, now for the second half of the punishment. Time to lose the pants, and everything else.�

Mary and Angela almost jumped on the two losers, Mary pulled at the belt holding up Nicole�s jeans, and Angela was working away at the fastener to the brown trousers Nancy was wearing.

Nancy�s trousers were suddenly around her knees, exposing her sensible cotton panties to the audience, who wolf whistled her as she blushed.

Angela grabbed hold of these too and yanked them down below the knees to expose her bushy brown haired pussy.

Immediately Nancy threw her hands down to try and cover herself up, but her hands were just as quickly slapped away by Bobby.

Nicole was also now standing with her jeans and white lacy panties around her knees as Mary pulled her Nikes off her feet.

Nicole was as hot looking as everyone had always imagined, and every guy in the room was enjoying watching her tits and arse jiggle as she tried to maintain her balance as Mary wrestled her shoes off, and also trying to cover up as much of her nudity as she could as well.

Angela quickly slipped Nancy�s brown leather flat-soled shoes off her feet and then grabbed her leg and lifted it up so she could pull the trousers down and off.

Nancy and Nicole both stood naked aside from their nipple chains, wondering what was going to happen next.

�Ok, up on the edge of the stage, right here,� Bobby indicated where on the stage with a resounding slap of the palm of his hand.

Nancy and Nicole both climbed up onto stage and then gingerly sat on the edge, allowing their legs to dangle over the front of the stage. This put them a little bit over waist height elevation, and definitely high enough for everyone in the room to see them.

�Spread their legs wide,� Bobby instructed and Mary and Angela both grabbed hold of their opponent�s knees and spread their legs as widely as they could, fully exposing their pussies to the room of people.

�One for you, and one for you,� Bobby slapped a large rubber vibrating penis into their hand. �They have tickler mode on them too,� Bobby flicked a switch on the side of one and it began to rotate and squirm like a demented snake.

�We are benevolent hosts here, and good winners,� Bobby smiled at the two women seated precariously on the stage.

�We will reward your efforts with an orgasm,� he smiled as he ushered the winners forward with their freshly lubricated vibrators.

Bobby enjoyed the look of shock on Nancy�s face as the tip of the vibrator was pressed against her exposed lips, then with a shove, Angela had flicked the tip of the vibrator between Nancy�s lips and was now pressing it forwards to plunge inside her.

Mary was already sliding hers in and out of Nicole�s pussy and Nicole was starting to feel the sensations building.

�I want them to both have a great orgasm,� Bobby reminded the two winners who had started to fuck the other two with the big vibrators.

Bobby snapped his fingers and motioned Victoria and Patty to come over, quickly sitting down behind the two women on the edge of the stage.

�Please help the winners, I want you to fondle their breasts and nipples, make sure our losers enjoy themselves.�

After a moment of initial hesitation while they took on board what they were instructed to do, the two of them moved in close behind the ladies and pressed their own chests into their backs, enjoying the warm skin against their nipples. The two of them reached around and began to fondle and stimulate the clamped breasts of the losing team.

Mary was working the vibrator in and out as she lovingly stroked the lips and surrounding area of Nicole�s pussy.

Angela was leaning forwards and her tongue was dancing playfully over Nancy�s clit as she also continued to work the vibrator in and out.

Angela flicked the switch on the side and she could hear the whirring of the little motor as the tickler kicked into gear, and then deep inside Nancy�s straight laced, uptight cunt, the end of the dick shaped vibrator was squirming around in circles as Angela continued to drive it in and out of her as best she could.

Nancy was a mix of conflicting emotions, she was an uptight, almost prudish woman and there was no way she�d ever use a vibrator, her husband had been blessed with a perfectly functional penis by their Lord, and she was more than happy with the stimulation and reproductive potential it provided.

Then on the other hand, Bobby was feeding her wanton lusts, her need for sexual release right here and now, and her mind was also telling her that this was all fine, it was just part of the game.

With a guttural groan she threw her head back, almost resting it on Patty�s shoulder as she shook and shuddered her way through and orgasm.

Nicole was a lot less conflicted, she had no problem with vibrators and the like, she just wasn�t prepared to be masturbated to orgasm in front of a public audience.

Again Bobby�s influence won her over and the flames of her lust burned away any reservations she had about this, and quickly thereafter she was thrashing about, pressing back into Victoria�s tits as she was wracked with an orgasm.

Bobby looked on and smiled as everyone composed themselves and then came and stood near to him. He nodded to Sally as she quickly pinned up Nicole and Nancy�s panties to the white board, completing the last trophies for the day�s entertainment.

�Victoria where are those trophies?�

A moment later Victoria walked out carrying a red velvet cushion, and lying on it were the trophies. They were two metallic gold vibrators; long golden bullets would be an apt description.

�Now here�s the moment that those of you who bought tickets in the lucky raffle have been waiting for. Now lets have some fun with this, Patty, bring out that bucket.�

Patty walked out carrying a small bucket that was filled with ticket stubs.

�Mary, would you like to draw out the winning ticket,� he offered the bucket to her and waited.

Mary reached into the bucket, smiling broadly, and began to jostle the tickets around with her hand to mix them up further. She pulled a ticket out and handed it to Bobby.

�Ok, it�s a blue stripe ticket. Every with a blue stripe on their ticket stand up!�

About half of the audience stood up.

�Ok it starts with a Q, everyone who doesn�t have a Q ticket, sit down.�

This left around ten people standing, waiting eagerly.

�Ok, it�s a number in the twenties.�

Most people sat down, leaving only two men remaining on their feet.

�It�s Q27! Come on up here,� everyone applauded as the head sports coach of the school, Peter Lombard, made his way forwards and up onto the stage.

The fifty-something coach was a pleasant man, his salt and pepper grey hair appeared in contrast to his physique that was still quite athletic; he looked fitter than people expected him to be for his age.

�Coach Lombard,� Bobby nodded to the coach, who he knew from years of regular torture at school sports days and as he trained for the football team that he knew he would never be good enough to play on, which everyone else knew too, but they made him continue to attend anyway.

�Is that you James,� he sized up Bobby, calling him by his last name, as was always his habit with all his students.

�Yes Coach,� Bobby nodded, still a little subdued in this man�s presence, even after all these years.

�Good to see you�ve found something you�re good at son,� he smiled at Bobby with a genuine warmth. His motto in life was a simple one, �Try�. If people were trying to do something then they weren�t sitting at home watching TV, and if they weren�t watching TV then whatever they were doing was much more positive, so he was prepared to give credit to anyone who was trying to achieve anything. He remembered Bobby from school, he was not a sportsman, but here he was making an effort to raise money for a good charity. The Coach was almost proud of him, in his own way.

�Thanks Coach,� Bobby nodded and directed him over to the golden dildos.

�Your lucky ticket,� he held his hand out and the coach handed it to him. �Yes that�s it. Well Coach you�ve won the right to present the trophies to the winners, and they will receive them in the spirit in which they�re intended.�

The coach looked at him a little bit quizzically, but Bobby just nodded to him.

Bobby clapped his hands and his stagehands pushed a long couch out onto the stage. It was long enough for at least four people to sit comfortably next to each other.

�Now where are my winners?� Bobby called out and held his open hands out in the air in front of him.

Almost immediately Mary and Angela were alongside him, taking hold of his outstretched hands and moving into place alongside him, as he presented them to the supportive crowd.

He spun them around to show them off to the crowd, they had been allowed to redress somewhat, so this caused their flowing skirts to flare out, flashing a hint of thigh to the audience, some of whom wolf whistled appreciatively.

�Time to receive your trophies,� Bobby directed them back to sit on the couch.

They sat uncomfortably on the edge of the couch, and then with a smile Bobby walked along and pushed them so they lay back into the couch.

He grabbed hold of Mary�s skirt, flicking it up to her waist at the front to expose her panties. He then grabbed hold of the satiny material and pulled them down over her knees and off her ankles, exposing her tuft of blonde pubes to the audience.

Bobby then moved along and revealed Angela�s panties too, quickly pulling the lacy knickers off, exposing her red bush.

Victoria handed the golden dildo to him as he directed the coach to kneel down between the two winners.

Bobby spread their legs apart as far as possible, fully exposing their moist slits to the eyes of everyone.

He placed one of the gold dildos between Mary�s lips and the other between Angela�s, and then directed the coach to grab hold of them.

�Ok Coach give it to them, get them off.�

The coach grinned, this was a job he could sink his teeth into, and he intended to be successful, even if he had to work at them all night.

�Oh one other thing,� Bobby was watching the women�s faces and the coach began to thrust the dildos in and out of them in unison. �These are vibrators,� he reached down and clicked a switch on each of the golden shafts and they immediately began to buzz, causing both women to squirm about.

�Nice,� the coach grinned and nodded as he continued to drive them in and out of the women.

Bobby ushered Sally and Patty over to help the coach, and the two of them began to stimulate the women�s clits.

�That�s it, work those little clits of theirs,� directed the coach. �We�ll have them popping off in no time. Get your tongues in there,� he suggested.

Doing as they were told, the two of them bent down alongside the women and began to use their tongues on the clits, as the coach slid the vibrating shafts in and out of their cunts.

�That�s the way, make them come in front of everyone, let everyone see what dirty girls they are,� Bobby enjoyed their reactions as he said that, they both were overcome with a rush of humiliation at the thought of it, and then Bobby used that to turn them on even more.

Mary and Angela were both thrashing about, Mary was heading towards her orgasm first, and as the little blonde sucked on her clit, she thrust her pelvis forwards, trying to get her clit pressed hard up against the younger woman�s lips. With a final shove from the coach, Mary orgasmed and slumped forwards breathing heavily.

Amanda took a little while longer to push over the edge, and as Patty was spreading her lips apart, to play with the little hood over her clit she then began to dance the tip of her tongue over it and that was enough to push Angela over the edge at last.

With a cheer from the crowd the coach stood and took a bow, gold vibrators dripping with pussy juice, still in each hand.

�Thanks Coach, you�ve been a great sport, �Bobby nodded to him appreciatively. �Patty, give him a blowjob for his trouble will you,� Bobby smiled as the busty blonde dropped to her knees in front of him, pressed her tits together creating mega cleavage to help turn him on, and then began to unzip his trousers to pull his cock out.

�You can thank me later Coach.�

�Well it�s about time to pack everything up, so I only have one task left for the day,� Bobby was moving around the hall still organising things. �I have to collect my payment,� he said with a grin, and grabbed hold of Victoria around the waist from behind.

�Over here,� he said directing her to the card table where Mary and Angela were packing away their things.

�What do you want form me,� asked an annoyed Victoria as he lifted her up to sit on the table.

�I am yet to collect my payment, so I have decided to save money for the charity, they can keep my wage for the day and I�ll just take payment in kind, from your body,� Bobby grinned and unzipped his jeans, his erection quite obvious through the fabric.

�That�s so good of you Bobby, always thinking of the best interests of the charity,� Angela nodded and smiled at her daughter. �Make sure you do a good job dear, Bobby deserves the best fuck you can manage.�

�Mother! What are you saying?�

Angela shook her head, the naivet� of the younger generation sometimes.

�You are going to do your job, you are going to fuck Bobby and get him off as payment for his services today, and for organising this whole thing,� Angela nodded and gave her daughter a shove on the shoulder to get her to lay back on the table amongst the discarded playing cards.

Bobby moved into position between Victoria�s pale thighs and ran his hands up over her stomach to her bikini top. He pulled the tiny piece of fabric away to fully expose her tits, and he began to squeeze and knead them.

�They�re very nice, almost as good as yours Ange,� Bobby grinned at her as he continued to maul her daughter�s big tits.

Angela laughed as she and Mary continued to watch Bobby grope her daughter.

�Ok, is that it?� asked Victoria, eager to be on her way.

�Bobby, may I have a moment with her,� Angela asked, directing him out from between her daughter�s thighs.

Mary grabbed hold of Bobby�s semi-erect cock and began to slowly jerk it before sucking it into her mouth.

�I�ll keep it hard and ready to go,� gasped Mary as she pulled it out for a second and then plunged it back into her mouth.

Angela grabbed hold of her daughter by the back of the head and lifted her head up to look into her eyes.

�Don�t be so rude dear. You know full well that groping your tits isn�t a fuck, and we just promised Bobby here a fuck, didn�t we?�

Her daughter glared for a second and then slowly nodded her head.

�Good, so you�d better give him one, and make sure it�s a good one, he�s had a big day. Now let�s get these pants off and get started shall we?�

Angela grabbed hold of the bikini bottoms and slid them off the wiggling hips of her daughter, completely freeing her red haired muff.

�Ok I think we�re ready over here Bobby,� Angela said back over her shoulder as she smiled down at her daughter.

�Ok. Thanks for the assist Mary,� Bobby grinned as he pulled his cock from between her lips and moved back between Victoria�s thighs.

�Ok, here you go Bobby,� Angela moved alongside them and reached down with one hand and spread her daughter�s lips apart to expose the inner pink to Bobby�s eyes, then she grabbed hold of Bobby�s cock with the other hand and pulled him towards her, aiming his cock at her daughter�s cunt and then guiding him in.

Angela smiled happily as she watched Bobby slide the length of his cock between Victoria�s pussy lips to vanish up inside her.

�Nice?� she asked.

�Oh yeah Ange, she�s really nice and tight,� Bobby sighed happily and leant forwards to suck one of Victoria�s delightful nipples into his mouth.

Victoria squirmed as she felt his warm mouth on her tit, and the full length of his shaft inside her pussy.

Bobby pulled back and then drove the length back inside her, enjoying the feeling of his hot balls hitting against her tight arse cheeks.

Bobby got into a rhythm and was fucking in and out of her as she began to squirm and enjoy the sensations, despite her reservations about this whole situation.

�Yes, that�s it honey, make Bobby feel good, do it for your mother,� she smiled supportively at her daughter. �Maybe this will help you along,� she reached down and began to stroke the folds of her daughter�s labia, coming up to play around the clit.

�Ohh!� she shrieked as she threw her hand up to her mouth to stifle the noise.

�It�s alright dear, let Aunty Mary help you too,� Mary smiled as she squirmed up onto the table alongside Victoria and began to fondle and suck on her tits. �You have such nice titties,� she smiled at her and then resumed sucking.

Victoria began to thrash about as she felt her orgasm building.

�Yes that�s it, come for Bobby, show him that you�re having a good time on his cock, show him that you love being filled up by it,� Angela bent down and began to flick Victoria�s clit with her tongue and then sucked it between her lips.

�No!� she yelled, throwing her hands up as if to fend something off as Victoria had her first orgasm of the day, bucking her hips as Bobby rode her arse down into the tabletop.

�Well done Bobby,� Angela patted him on the shoulder and then went back to manipulating her daughter�s pussy.

Bobby reached down and grabbed hold of Victoria�s hips, he pulled her back towards himself, thrusting in deeply, pulling her pelvis back against him as hard as he could.

Bobby was enjoying this one, he liked Victoria and she was red hot. Her pussy was on fire and he felt every sensation, every muscle twitch, the feeling of her pussy lips as they dragged their way along the sides of his shaft as he drove it in and then back out of her, and the warm pussy juice he could feel slowly running out to coat the skin of his scrotum, making him all wet and sticky.

�I�m going to come,� he hissed to Angela.

�No, not inside me,� Victoria pleaded, almost attempting to roll away.

�Stop that,� hissed Angela angrily, slapping her daughter on the side of her leg. �If Bobby wants to come inside you, then that�s what he�ll do and you�ll thank him for it afterwards, do you understand me young lady?�

Victoria nodded, almost crying, she knew this wasn�t right but she couldn�t do anything about it and for some reason even her mother seemed to think it was ok.

�Please go right ahead Bobby, you fill her up with your hot cum.�

�Thanks� don�t mind if I do,� Bobby groaned and thrust inside Victoria again and then he felt his cock jerk and twitch as his cum began to squirt out of him into her.

Her head snapped back and she thrust her tits up to the sky, and began to come again.

�Oh yeah,� groaned Bobby as he let the entire day�s frustrations out into Victoria�s womb. �That was worth waiting for,� he smiled and slumped forwards over her, his face pressed against the soft flesh of her breast, as his cock, still firmly wedged inside her love canal, slowly began to go limp and then eventually slid out of her with a wet plop.

Bobby felt his shoulders being massaged as Angela and Mary were working on him as he lay there.

�Well done, I�ll bet that felt good,� Angela was the one rubbing his shoulders.

�Yes it looked like fun,� Mary said from behind him as he felt her rubbing his thigh muscles and his butt cheeks.

�Yeah, all good fun,� Bobby grinned and rolled over to slide off Victoria�s panting body.

�See dear, I don�t know what all the fuss was about,� Angela stroked her daughter�s cheek and smiled at the dishevelled young woman laying in a slowly increasing sticky pool of cum and pussy juice.

The audience had mostly left by now so there were only a few players and the volunteers here now.

Bobby looked around and called Patty and Sally over too.

�Is that reporter still here?� he asked Patty.

Patty could see Allison slowly moving around on stage, trying to regain her wits after being used by Bobby�s friends for hours, who had only just left.

�She�s up there,� Patty said pointing to the stage.

�Ok well I think that after a hard day, I need a nice massage and a bit of a rest in the hot tub. The player�s locker rooms are up there; he pointed to the door at the end of the room that led to the stairwell.

�You two, go and get Allison and bring her upstairs,� he said to Angela and Mary, and off they went to grab her. �The rest of you can come with me upstairs, and you won�t need what�s left of those bikinis for the hot tub.�  

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