****** The Northcote Mafia by Henry G ******
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The Northcote Mafia



"It's often difficult to decide who are the real criminals and who are the
victims."


I've used a fair amount of London colloquialisms and slang - sorry if it
confuses some readers. The village of Northcote and it's inhabitants are
fictional so don't try going there for some domination - you'll be
disappointed.

henrycom1@hotmail.com


"You'll be back, your sort always is," the fat prison officer snarled at me as
he opened the prison gate to let me out.

"The only reason I'll be back will be to give that young wife of yours a good
porking." I grinned at him as his face suffused red with rage. I stuck my
tongue out wiggling it suggestively. I hated that bastard and it did my heart
good to see him lose his rag and not be able to do anything about it.

I had just completed a five stretch for receiving and was looking forward to
having a good time. In spite of the goading from the prison staff, I had been a
good boy and earned full remission. The reason for the aggro was simple. I'm a
professional criminal. Work is for tossers, I like the easy way of life. My
forte is burglary but I've also turned my hand to robbery with violence and a
touch of the old GBH. I don't take shit from anyone. You cross me and I'll
break your legs. In one my earlier spells inside some cute bastard of a screw
had tried it on so I gave him a little free facial plastic surgery. Of course
word got around and I became a target for screws in all the prisons I
subsequently attended. I got more than my fair share of smackings but I took it
all - nothing was going to make me lose my remission. It really pissed off the
screws when they realised they couldn't get to me. Mind you, I planned to
arrange for one or two of them to have little 'accidents' once I was released.

So what about me? Well I'm Henry Jones, age 35, born and bred in the East End
of London. I'm a tough fucker, six foot tall and as hard as a brick shit house.
I visit a gym most days a week, not to look good, but to maintain my muscle and
toughness - both key tools of my trade. I've a wife and three kids although she
gave me the elbow halfway through my last stretch. She got fed up with not
getting a regular shag and shacked up with some other bloke. I didn't really
care about it but I would have to give the guy a spanking just to let him know
that you can't take liberties.

The first job to address as I walked down the road was to drop into my old
local pub - first to get a few bevvies down my neck and second to have a little
chat with my mate Gerry who had been minding my wad of cash.

It felt good to be free to walk down the street, the warm July sun playing on
my back. I felt immediately at home as I walked into the pub. I bellied up to
the bar and asked Jack, the owner, for a pint.

"Wotcha, Henry you old cunt, are you out again?" Jack was an ex-barefist
fighter nearly as big as me and a real diamond. We had done a few jobs together
and he was a real pro. Only a guy of that calibre could get away with such a
remark. Any other cunt that speaks to me like that gets some pain. It's all a
matter of respect.

I swallowed half my pint before replying, relishing the impact of the bitter
liquid on my throat.

"Fuck I needed that, Jack. How's tricks?"

"Never better my son, trades good and there's plenty to keep a bloke busy. But
you want to watch out, the Chinese and yardie gangs are taking over. It's all
drugs and whores now, no honest blagging. I know it sounds bad news but if I
was you I'd look to working my trade out of town." Jack looked really pissed
off as he passed on this bad news.

"Maybe I'll look at that, thanks mate. Now tell me, have you seen Gerry
around?"

"Sure, he's upstairs in his office," Jack replied nodding towards the door.

I slipped upstairs to the office where Gerry plied his trade as accountant to
the underworld.

"Hello Henry old son," he rasped as he gripped my hand in firm handshake. "Back
ready to continue the battle against the boys in blue?"

"You bet. The trouble is what to do and where?"

"Yeah, I know. Crime ain't what it used to be. I've got your wad here plus a
nice little bit of interest. There's just over a hundred grand stowed in an
account. I've got five grand here for pocket money. I've taken my fee already."
I took the bankbook and pocketed fat envelope from Jack. I didn't count the
money, I didn't need to. Gerry was straight down the line and could be trusted.
We had a drink and talked about this and that for a bit before I headed off.

My next task was to go around to my old gaff, collect some bits and pieces and
have a quiet word with my missus' new boyfriend.

My knock on the door was answered by Shirley, my ex. Her face dropped as she
saw me.

"What do you want?" her voice was hostile.

"I want my gear and a word with the new man of the house," I replied, pushing
past her. Her new bloke came out of the bedroom wearing just his trousers. I
didn't recognise him.

"Who the fuck are you," he shouted. Oh dear, not a good start. I went up to
him, nose to nose.

"Now look here son, this here is my missus. Now I understand that you're her
new bit of stuff. Fine, I can't blame a bloke for picking up a good thing. But
you gotta understand things from my end. You've taken a liberty and you're out
of order and I need to let you know that." I kept my voice even and reasonable,
this was personal but there was no need to lose my rag over it. The bloke
looked quite handy but I could see form his eyes that he was shitting himself.
I grabbed him and gave him a nice knee in the bollocks. He tried to fold
forward but I held him vertical and butted his nose. Nice, quick and painless -
well for me anyway. I let him slump to the floor.

"I hope you understand that I had to slap your wrist, son. Now I hope you'll be
sensible and accept this as a friendly warning. Don't fuck with me. Don't get
silly and think you can come after me cos I'll have to really hurt you if you
do. As for the missus, you're welcome to her, she used goods anyway. We won't
meet again, unless you get silly."

The bloke groaned and nodded. he knew the score. He had been out of order and I
had given him a little spanking. All honour settled. I collected my gear and
left the missus to clean him up.

All this exercise had got me in the mood for a shag so I headed down to the
West End where a good mate of mine ran a strip club with stable of whores. Now
Benny is a real odd one. A good Jewish boy who regularly goes to the synagogue,
loves his mother and observes the Sabbath. He also earns a fortune from two
strip clubs and half a dozen video shops. It's a brilliant screw. You buy in
all the latest kraut and yank porn videos and then run off dozens of copies. He
flogs the copies at twenty quid each making a huge profit.

I strolled down Old Compton Street absorbing the atmosphere - it was good to be
back. It's one of the gay area and I could see a few queens sat in the pavement
cafes enjoying the weather. Benny's place was at the corner of Dean Street. You
couldn't miss it, it had large neon signs announcing "Live Show" and "Peep
Show." A scruffy old geezer came up to me.

"'Ere mate, do you want to see a good show?" He was a tout for a rival strip
club looking for tourists to rip off. I hated tossers like him and I walked on
after telling him to fuck off. As I walked off the old git made some snide
comment so I goes back.

"Listen you old cunt, do you want to walk with a limp? If not shut yer gob." I
used my most diplomatic stance. The old cunt went white and legged it.

I walked into the entrance foyer of Benny's club. A bird in a mini skirt and
with her tits half hanging out was sat on a stool.

"Live show sir?" she asked in a bored voice.

"Is Benny in darling?" I asks.

"Who are you?" she replies. Cheeky cow. I'm getting pissed off.

"Listen you cunt, fucking get Benny or I'm going to get upset." She sees the
look in my eye, goes pale and rushes off. In a couple of moments the door opens
and this short, thin, dark-haired guy with rimless glasses and wearing a suit
comes out. He grins broadly as he spots me and grabs my hand.

"Henry, my boy, how's it swinging?

"Benny you old cunt, still eating the pork chops?" I loved this guy. A little
runt who would blow away in a strong wind but he was a good friend in a tight
spot and he had helped me out many times.

"Listen Henry, you must stop terrifying my staff like that, she was literally
pissing herself when she came into my office. Come to the office, Henry, let's
talk." I followed Benny down a dingy ill-repaired corridor to his small office.
Before we got there, the girl came out of the ladies toilet holding a pair of
wet knickers in her hand. I slipped her a fifty-pound note and gave her a kiss
on the cheek. "Sorry darling, buy yourself a new pair." She gave a frightened
grin and went back to her seat in the foyer.

The corridor was a mess with flaking paint and a worn carpet.

"When are you going to spend some money on this fire trap?" I asked. Benny just
grinned. The whole trick with these places was to spend next to nothing and pay
minimum wages so that profits were maximised. The strippers were either
homeless or students supplementing their grants. Either way, they worked for
peanuts. We sat down and Benny poured a couple of whiskeys.

"What can I do for you my friend," he asked.

I explained that my missus had chucked me out and that I needed somewhere to
crash.

"No problem my boy, use the hospitality suite." Benny came up trumps again. The
hospitality suite was in fact a flat at the top of the building which Benny
allowed business contacts to use for meeting or screwing. It wasn't the Ritz
but was a perfectly adequate pad for a few days.

"And one other thing, Benny, any chance of some company for the night?"

Benny grinned, called me a randy bastard and left the room. He returned with
two fresh-faced girls who hardly looked old enough to shag.

"Henry, meet Sally and June. Although they don't look it, they're in their
second year at University studying Medicine. Isn't that right?" Benny looked at
the girls for confirmation.

"That's right." they grinned.

"Now girls, Mr Jones is a very good friend of mine who has been without the
pleasure of contact with the fair sex for quite some time." Benny had a lovely
way with words. "I would be obliged if you would spend the night with him and
help ease his distress. You'll receive an excellent bonus for your endeavours."

"No problem Benny," Sally replied, "we're in the mood for a good session."

He then came over to me and whispered in my ear. "These aren't hardened pros.
They are very enthusiastic amateurs so be gentle with them. And don't go
shouting at them." You know, the one thing that was amazing about Benny was
that he employed all these girls but he never touched one. He was strictly a
family man and would die before being unfaithful to his missus. Equally, her
treated his girls well. Most of the other club owners were total bastards
always ready to take advantage of the girls in they employment.

The girls grabbed one of my arms each and the three of us headed up to the
flat. Once there the girls stripped off without delay. Fuck, did they look
good. Two girls as different as chalk and cheese. Sally was a blonde with a
lovely soft, rounded body. Not fat, nicely filled. Her tits were large and
slightly sagging. Her cunt was shaved and looked as smooth as a baby's.

June on the other hand was brunette. She had a tight, hard body with pert tits.
Her cunt was nicely hairy. Their waists seemed so thin that I couldn't imagine
them being able to take a big cock.

"Come on Henry, get naked," Sally was keen to get rolling. The girls murmured
appreciatively as I peeled off my T-shirt.

"You're in good condition," June muttered but what really cooked their minds
was when I dropped my pants. When they were handing out 'lunchboxes' I must
have been near the head of the queue. My 'old man' is what you call long, fat
and uncut. I haven't bothered measuring it but put it this way, my missus
couldn't take it all without wincing until after our first kid was born. (If
you really want to know I suppose on a good day it has been known to reach
about ten inches and about two and a half across.)

"Now that is what I call a cock," Sally squealed grabbing it with both hands.
Jean seemed more interested in my physique, squeezing my pecs and nibbling on
my nipples. Sally started sucking on my cock head shoving her tongue under my
foreskin and making small noises of appreciation.

Most whores I've had don't like kissing. They accept that they have to fuck you
but they see kissing as being an intimacy which they save for they're own
lovers. To these girls they saw it as part of the fun and I couldn't get enough
of their soft lips.

All this attention brought my old man to maximum stiffness and both girls began
tonguing its length. Sally hopped onto the bed, laying down on her back with
her legs apart.

"Come on Mr Jones, shove it in." she grinned cheekily - this bird was having
fun.

"Call me Henry," I growled.

"Henry it is, now lets boogie,"

"I don't have any rubbers," I adds.

"We're on the pill and we've had clear AIDS tests," Sally retorted. "You must
be clean otherwise Benny wouldn't have asked us to help, so let's get on with
it." I was surprised at their faith in Benny, but in truth I was free from any
nasty diseases. One thing about being in prison, you don't pick up anything
nasty unless you get poked by a queen. Only once did a queen try it on and I
ripped his bollocks off. Fuck did he bleed!

"Fair enough," I conceded and I got down to business.

Her cunt looked a little small and I shoved a finger in to open it up a bit.
Fucking hell, it was wet. Her juices were dribbling down the insides of her
thighs. She was obviously ready so I pressed my cock head against her cunt.
Fuck was she tight but with a firm shove it slid in. She winced slightly and
than sighed as I filled her up. I quickly bottomed out on her cunt and still
had a good three inches spare.

"You OK?" I asked.

"You bet, fuck me hard." she sighed.

Fair enough, I began long deep strokes, stretching her nicely until all of my
cock was in her. All the time she squealed like a stuck pig. As she became
aroused she flexed her pelvis, meeting my thrusts. Her legs wrapped about my
waist increasing my penetration. Soon I felt my juices rise, and Sally yelped
as my cock expanded.

"Fill me up," she squealed.

I don't need asking twice and I began pounding hard, Sally squealing each time
I prodded. Soon five years worth of juice (ignoring the odd wank) blasted into
her tight cunt. This seemed to tip her over and she came with a loud squeal and
her fingernails gouging my back. Very nice too.

I pulled out leaving my spunk to dribble from her bright red and gaping cunt.

"Are you alright, kid?" I asks.

"Yeah, just a bit sore. I'll have to walk with my legs apart for a day or two!"
Sally smiled.

I broke out the whiskey and we sat down for a short breather.

"So tell me girls, what makes you get into a game like this?"

"Mainly we need the money for our courses. We don't have time for a normal job.
Stripping pays OK and we only need to work four hours a night. It gives us time
to do our college work." Sally replied.

The girls had quite posh accents that definitely didn't come from London. Sally
in fact came from Cambridge and June from Chester. I found it sad that two such
nice girls needed to do this work to survive.

"Don't your parents help you with cash?"

"They do but London is expensive and the help with tuition fees was stopped by
the government last year. Being inside I had been out of touch with the news.

"Is that right?" I was outraged, "those fucking politicians are never happy
until they've screwed the last penny out of us."

"What about the fucking, though?" I asks, "You're a bit young to be taking on
punters."

"Oh that's OK and usually fun. Benny only asks us to work with his special
friends." Sally explained. "We wouldn't go with anyone just off the street.
Most of the men Benny asks us to entertain are decent although we have had one
or two are fat, smelly or have nasty habits. One bloke smelled like hadn't
washed for a month and had the cheek to ask me to rim his arse-hole. I told him
to have a bath and I might think about it. He wasn't happy but Benny sorted him
out." I grinned as I imagined Benny's reaction - he must have gone ape-shit.

All this chat was getting my cock a bit twitchy again. I took the chance to
look at the girls more closely. Although the girls differed so much I found
them equally arousing. Joan was so thin and tight that she had a large vein
that pulsed just below the skin in her groin. Sexy stuff. Sally started
tonguing my cock getting it up again."

"OK June, how do you want to do it?"

"Sorry Mr Jones... er... Henry my nest is smaller than Sally's, I don't think I
can take you all. If you don't mind, I'd like it in my bum. There's more room
there."

"OK by me girl." I loved a bit of Greek.

June got on her hands and knees and started blowing me. Sally went to her rear
and began licking her arse, getting her lubed up.

"Hey June, have you had a poo recently? you're a bit smelly you know." Sally
sat up stopping licking."

"Sorry, Sal, I didn't know we would have a job tonight else I would have
grabbed a shower." June looked a little embarrassed.

"OK, no problem, but no farting." Sally smiled and went back to her licking.
She couldn't have minded the taste that much. Soon she finished and I slipped
behind June. Sally had done her job well 'cos June's arse opened nicely as I
gently pushed against it. I took it slow 'cos I didn't want to hurt her. My
cock head popped through her sphincter. June gave a short gasp.

"OK girl?" I asks.

"Yes that feels lovely."

Slowly I pushed until all of my cock vanished into her tight arse. Finally my
belly was pressed against her smooth butt and my balls bounced on her slit.
June just whimpered slightly. I reckoned she was enjoying it but I asks if
she's OK, just to be sure."

"I've never felt so full, Henry. It's great."

Sally had slipped underneath and was alternating between sucking on June's clit
and licking my balls. As June began to gasp I started the old 'in and out'.
Fucking hell, was it good! Sally really knew what she was about and soon had
June shouting. When I got my gun and filled her arse June just flipped.

"Well girls, twice will do me for today. You don't need to spend the night." I
was well shagged out. I realised that age was catching up on me.

"Are you sure?" The girls seemed disappointed.

"Yeah girls it's all right for your youngsters, you can fuck all night. An old
guy like me needs time to recover. You did really well." I slipped them five
hundred quid each. "Don't tell Benny I gave you this and you'll get paid
twice."

"Hey, you don't need to give us this much," Sally complained.

"Look girls, how long will that money last you?" I asks.

"Well, it should be enough to see us through until the end of the year." Jean
calculates.

"Good, well that means you can relax and concentrate on your college work
instead of stripping." I liked these girls and it didn't seem right that they
should have to work like this. I then have this idea.

"Two questions girls. One, how much do you need to see you through your courses
without having to work? Second, how much do you want to work for Benny?" The
girls sit and think a bit.

"I suppose that six thousand pounds would see me through the course," Sally
finally concludes. June agrees.

"As for the work," Jean adds," We don't much like stripping in front of a room
full of dirty old men. The sex is sometimes OK - it was great with you, but not
all of the punters are what we would choose. If we had to choose we would
probably prefer it if we didn't have to do it."

"OK, I have a deal to offer. I'll give you the money you need, say seven grand
each provided you meet two conditions. One, you stop working for Benny,
concentrate on your college work and get good degrees. Two, you make yourselves
available for fun sessions with me if I feel the need to contact you."

The girls looked at me with mouths wide open.

"Why?" Sally asked.

"Because I'm a soft bastard and I don't want to see you ending up as old
slappers. It might be fun now but in a few years with won't be so nice when
your tits sag, your cunts are worn out and loose, you've had a few doses of the
clap and a few punters have used you as a punch bag." These girls needed to
understand what sort of game they risked getting into.

"Now get dressed, and fuck off and have some fun somewhere else before I change
my mind." The girls gave me a kiss on the cheek - it was pretty sweet and sexy
- and got dressed. Sally came over to me with a bit of paper.

"This is my phone number if you want to have another session give me a ring and
we'll be over." She kisses me again, full mouth, tongue half down my throat and
off they go. Lovely girls.

You know, I might be a miserable old cunt, but I'm a soft touch when it comes
to youngsters like those girls. They deserved a bit of fun while they're young
rather than wearing their bodies out to live.

It was still quite early and all this fucking had given me a thirst so I headed
back to the pub. Jack was serving and I bought a pint.

"How's it going mate?" he asked.

"Great, son." I replied. "I've sorted a gaff and I've had a fuck, so all's
well." I grinned.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Jack looked worried. "That spade in the corner has
been asking after you."

I looked around and saw this big spade with dreadlocks sat drinking a pint. Now
don't get me wrong, I ain't no racist. The term 'spade' is just a name, like
yank, yid, mick, wop or kraut. I'm a Brit. I ain't bothered what race any bloke
is provided he don't take liberties. If they respect me, I respect them -
simple. Beating a bloke up just because of his race is pointless, a waste of
energy and is really only of interest to tossers.

I walks over to this bloke.

"I hear you're looking for me," I says.

"If you're Henry Jones then yes. Can I get you a drink man?" he asks.

"Thanks mate," I replies. Good start, this guy has respect.

He gets the drink and we sits down. He starts his spiel.

"We know you man, you're a pro, you know what you're doing. You've got a good
rep." He starts.

"OK," I replies, "quite licking my arse and cut to the chase."

"Well man, the brothers are now running this area. There's no place for
opposition. We want to warn you that the brothers don't like people treading on
their toes. This is friendly warning - do your work but not on our patch."

So this was it, the yardies were officially warning me off. I didn't need to
have it spelled out. If I wasn't careful I would end up dead.

"OK, warning noted," I says. "I'll give it some thought." The guy nods,
finishes his pint and leaves.

This left me with a problem. What to do? I ain't no coward but these boys don't
fuck around. I decided to have a word with Gerry and see if he had any ideas. I
popped upstairs. Gerry was relaxing with a drink, watching a skin flick.

"Problems mate?" he asks. Gerry's no mug. I spell things out.

"Listen son," he replies. "If you want to keep your head down for a year or so
I might just have a idea. Do you know Pete Stone?" I nodded. Pete Stone was a
local fence.

"Well Pete's moved into the antique market. You know, for Jap and yank
customers. Most blags are now done to order. A bloke in New York wants a
Rembrandt? Pete will get one. What I have in mind is that you set up an
operation in a small village in a wealthy area, like Hertfordshire or
Buckinghamshire. You operate as a gardener or handyman, doing work in the
houses of the wealthy. This will give you access to their houses. You case
their gaffs, take pictures of their furniture, silverware, whatever, with a
digital camera and you e-mail these to Pete. He then tells you which gear to
blag and the rest is up to you. He fences the gear and you get a cut. A nice
little earner."

This sounded like a good idea. I could keep my hand in and earn a nice income
without upsetting our yardie friends. Do this for a couple of years and then
come back to the smoke.

"OK, Gerry, I'm game," I reply.

"Excellent son, I'll sort things." Gerry grins, pouring me a drink.

A few phone calls later things were sorted. Pete was up for it big time. He
knew my form and was delighted to have someone of my calibre on his team. An
inside contact sorted a nice little cottage in a small Hertfordshire village
and I arranged to take up residence a week later. Pete also agreed to sort out
a transit van for me and to have my name painted on the side: "Henry Jones -
Gardener and Domestic Repairs."


I spent the following week relaxing, catching up with the world. After a couple
of days I phone Sally and ask her and June to come over. They brought a friend,
Anne, who was a bit of a nympho and wanted to come alone for the ride. Anne was
quite a plain girl but was a real character, in fact a bit of a nutter. She
told me that she couldn't manage without at least two shags a day and that she
had worked her way through most of the guys in the medicine department.

Before we got down to things I slipped Sally and June a slim brown envelope
full of cash each.

"I think you know what this is?" I smiled. They nodded and kissed me in thanks.
"Now don't forget my terms, I expect you to get top degrees and I want to be
invited to the degree ceremony."

"You've got a deal, Henry." They smiled.

"Have you told Benny about your change of employment yet?"

"Yes," Sally replied. "we told him that we were having problems keeping up with
our course work and we had no choice but to stop working. He was fine about
it."

"Are you going to talk all day?" Anne was stood in the doorway, naked. Fucking
hell, what a sight. Skinny, flat-chested with the hairiest crotch I had ever
seen. She had this tattoo just above her bush. It had a red arrow pointing
towards her cunt and the words "This way boys" written above it. A total head
case.

The girls stayed the weekend leaving me knackered and them with sore cunts and
arses. A good time was had by all. Even Anne swore she couldn't face any more
sex for a few days. And I tell you, Anne was the first girl or woman I've met
who could deep throat all, and I mean ALL, of my cock. Sally and June just
watched with a mixture of amazement, admiration and horror as she took me in
and out of her mouth, my balls slapped against her chin. When I came she had
more suction than a vacuum cleaner. Scarey!

I ran into Benny before I left for the country.

"Hey, Henry, how were the girls?" he asks.

"Very nice, Benny, keen and cute."

"You didn't give them a hard time did you?"

"No, I was sweet and gentle, why?" I play the innocent.

"Oh, they've decided to quit. Something about having too much work to do." he
replies, ruefully.

"Never mind, son, I'm sure you've got some others lined up."

"Well in fact I've been approached by a pair of identical twins..."

*****

On the following Saturday I picked up the Transit and headed off into the
countryside. Pete had chosen a modestly old vehicle arguing that your average
jobbing gardener wouldn't be able to afford a new one. It was pleasant driving
down the quiet country roads, the sun blazing and some hard rock pounding on
the van's radio. Things were looking up. Soon I entered the village of
Northcote. A typical idyllic English village with a main street, a single pub,
a post office, a village shop and maybe fifty houses.

My new premises were a small cottage tucked down a side lane. A painted board
had been screwed to the wall announcing my trade. The cottage itself was
perfect. A bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen - just the job. Pete had
equipped a shed with gardening tools and other suitable equipment. A PC had
been set up, linked to the net. Advertisements had been posted in the local
paper and in the post office window and I just needed to sit back and wait for
the phone to ring. I was in business.

After a slow start requests for my services started to arrive. What surprised
me slightly was that all were from villages surrounding Northcote. Over the
first few months, business was brisk and I obtained a number of choice pieces
for Pete to fence. My bank balance was quickly increased by another hundred
grand, all very nice. At that rate I could retire after about a year. The local
papers were full of news of the sudden rash of burglaries but the police had no
leads. Because all proceeds were immediately shipped to London, there was
nothing to link it all to me. Well, that is what I thought.

Gradually work began to appear from within Northcote.

One day I had a phone call from a Miss Stubbens.

"Excuse me young man, I believe you carry out household repairs," came her
crisp and correct request.

"That's right missus, quality work at a low price," came my sales pitch. The
upshot was that later that day I was stood outside a small thatched cottage.
The door was answered by a little old lady in a flower patterned dress.

"Ah, Mr Jones, I presume."

"That's right missus, what do you want doing?"

"Please come in Mr Jones." she responded. She led me into the living room where
I met another lady, Mrs Hopkins.

"Mrs Hopkins and I have shared this house since we retired. We were both
teachers."

"Afternoon missus," I says, offering my hand to her. Well she ignores me with a
stare right through me. Right nasty too.

"Now young man, we require you to redecorate our cottage. Do you think you can
do that.

"No problem, missus. Let me do some measuring and I'll fix you a quotation."

"That won't be necessary. We'll pay whatever it costs."

Blimey, I thinks. These old girls have given me carte blanche to spend what I
like. They must be loaded.

Anyway, I set to work painting and papering the cottage. It was handy that I
had taken a decoration course when I was inside. Ironic, eh? While I was doing
it I was snapping away with my little digital camera and believe me, they had
some nice gear. Once the jobs over they old girls pay up on the spot, cash.


Over the next couple of weeks work floods in. I guess they must have told their
friends how good a job I'd done. First there was Mrs Oswald, the vicar's wife,
who's looking for someone to maintain the church gardens. Then there's Mrs
Jessop, the post mistress who wants the post office painting. Finally I get a
call from a Mrs Courtney-Smythe at the manor house asking me to call in.

Now the old manor house was some gaff. A big place dating back to the 1920's,
huge with lots of class. The place was sat in acres of land with stables and
paddocks. Real "County Life" stuff. I guessed the whole place must have cost at
least half a million.

Parked in front of the place is a Range Rover and a Jaguar XJS both with custom
number plates. I knocks on the door. No reply so I starts looking around.

"Mr Jones," a voice calls out from the stables. I walks over.

"I'm Mary Courtney-Smythe," she says, holding out her hand. I take the chance
to give her the once over while I shake her hand. About five foot six, plump,
about mid thirties with long brown hair over her shoulders. Pretty, very
shaggable. She's wearing beige jodhpurs, riding boots and a white blouse. The
jodhpurs were skin tight and I could clearly see her slit in the middle of her
plump crotch. Blimey, she wore no knickers. She had big tits that pushed
tightly against her blouse. She wore no bra and her tits sagged slightly. Huge
nipples like organ stops pressed firmly against the blouse material.

She knew where I was looking and gave a slight, sexy smile. A girl came out of
a nearby stall. I guessed she was about 16 or 17 and suspected this was Mary's
daughter. I could see a facial resemblance between the two women but the girl
was a great deal prettier. In fact she had the most angelic face I had ever
see. She had long straight blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. The girl,
was much bigger, in fact she was more fat than plump. She also had bigger tits,
around 40D was my guess. She wore tight jeans, riding boots and a white T
shirt. She was the most desirable woman I had seen in years. She held a pitch
fork and I guess she had been mucking out the stall.

"Ah Mr Jones, this is my daughter, Helen. As I shook her hand, Helen blushed
deeply and looked at the floor.

"P... pleased to meet you," she seemed horribly shy.

"Mr Jones," her mother continued," I need someone to keep everything shipshape
here. Gardening, repairs whatever. I wish to retain you on a full time basis.

"I have other customers but I could work an agreed number of hours a week, say
twenty." I reply.

"Excellent, shall we say five hundred pounds a week?" she asks.

Fucking hell, she must have more money than sense, I thinks.

"You've got a deal missus," I reply.

Things were going really well and I got stuck into working for my various
clients, not omitting to get some nice candid pictures of their treasured
possessions. Pete was very excited, particularly with some of Mrs Courtney-
Smythe's gear.

Things all went 'pear shaped' when one evening I returned to the cottage. The
door was open. The burglar had been burgled. Waiting in my living room were
five women, Miss Stubbens, Miss Hopkins, Mrs Oswald, Mrs Jessop and Mrs
Courtney-Smythe.

"What the fuck..." I began.

"Sit down and listen," Mrs Courtney-Smythe snapped sharply. "We're on to your
little game."

"What? I don't understand..." I protested.

"Cut the crap and pay attention," Miss Hopkins interjected.

I'm no mug, I knew something wasn't kosher so I shut up and awaited
developments.

"Good, now listen." Mary continued. "I found it more than coincidence that the
recent crime wave began shortly after your arrival here so I decided to do a
little digging. My brother works at Scotland Yard and he was able to give me
details of your criminal record." She began to read from a sheet of paper,
"Four spells in prison for burglary, receiving and violence... need I say more?
All I needed was a little evidence linking you to the thefts, so I decided to
arrange with the ladies in here to set you up."

"While you had access to our homes with your camera we were watching you. I
have a friend who is an expert on the internet and he has been monitoring your
computer. We have copies of all your e-mails, with attachments, to Mr Peter
Stone. We know from his record that Mr Jones is a well known 'fence' - I
believe that is the correct term. Mr Jones, to put it colloquially, we have you
bang to rights."

You know, they were right. With a sinking heart I realised I was up shit creek
without a paddle.

"OK, ladies, where do we go from here?" time to cut to the chase.

"Simple, Mr Jones. From now on you will work for us, you will be our slave, you
will do whatever we say. If not, we will send a full dossier to the police."

This sounded a bit dodgy but I had little choice. I had no desire to become a
guest of Her Majesty's prison service again.

"OK, you win," I knew I was stitched up.

"Take off your shoe and sock," Mary instructed. I obeyed and she attached
something like a wrist watch to my ankle.

"This is a tagging device used to monitor criminals on parole. We will use it
to monitor you. If you leave the village and travel a distance more than two
miles from Northcote, we will know and the police will receive a small package
containing our dossier on your criminal activities. Remove the tag and the
police will receive a little package. You will also carry this pager with you
all the time. You will respond immediately to any instructions you receive on
it. If you take longer than 30 minutes to respond, the police will receive a
little package. Do anything out of line and the police will receive a little
package. So much as breath without our permission and the police will get the
package. Understand?"

"Yes." was my simple, and only possible, reply.

"Good. Now you will only refer to any of us as mistress. Understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"If you refuse to carry out any instruction given by any of us, the police will
receive a little package. Understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"You will work for only us. You will desist from any further larceny. Now, get
on your knees!" I obeyed. "Now you will always kneel with your hands behind
your back and head bowed. You will not look at us unless we give permission.
Your are unworthy filth and you will act accordingly. Any minor transgressions
will receive a suitable punishment, normally involving pain. If you refuse such
punishment then the police will receive a small package. I assume by now you
get the picture."

"Yes mistress."

"Now you will beg forgiveness from each us by kissing our feet." Each woman
removed her shoes and off I went, each in turn, kissing their feet and
intoning, "Forgive me mistress."

It wasn't too bad. Perhaps a little smelly but I could cope, until I reached
Mrs Oswald, the vicar's wife. She alone wore no tights or stockings and her
feet were sweaty and rank. I managed with great difficulty to kiss them without
puking.

"You should ask God for forgiveness, not me. You're a sinner and sinner's revel
in filth." Bloody hell, she sounded like a religious fanatic. "My feet are
filthy, you must cleanse them so your soul may be cleansed."

I looked up at her, what the fuck was she getting at.

"Lick my feet clean, slave."

I had no choice. The feel of her clammy, greasy toes in my mouth made me want
to puke. My mouth filled with a sweaty, cheesy taste. Only once I had sucked
every square inch thoroughly did she allow me to stop.

"Enough slave, cease." she finally snapped.

"That, if you'll excuse the pun, is a little taster of what will happen to you
from now on. If ever you have any thoughts of trying to escape or disobeying us
remember that your next prison sentence will be at least 20 years. So take your
pick, serve us or stay in prison until you're old." Mary administered the coup
de grace.

I knew she was right. If I ended up in court again they would throw away the
key.

"Go to my cottage and wait for me by the front door," Miss Hopkins instructed.

"Yes mistress," I intoned and left.

I was fucking furious. Who did these bitches think they were making me grovel
at their feet? And as for 'yes mistress' - cheeky cows. Unfortunately I had two
problems. First, I didn't want to end up back in the nick for the next twenty
years. Second, kneeling down and kissing their feet had given me a hard-on.
Worrying, eh?

I had no choice but to curb my anger and get on with serving these women.

I stood around outside the door for five minutes before Miss Hopkins arrived.
Mrs Jessop was with her and they were arguing furiously.

"Wait here outside," Miss Hopkins instructed me and the two women went inside.
Listening carefully I could hear what they were saying.

"But June, I don't want to do anything with him, I'm happy with Fred..." I
heard Mrs Jessop whining.

"Don't be stupid, Lucy, we have to stick together on this the man needs
punishing and if you can get a little sexual pleasure out of it then all the
better."

"But June, I'm happily married, I would be unfaithful to Fred..."

"Nonsense Lucy, it would be no more unfaithful than masturbating. You will do
what you are told and there's an end to it."

"Very well June." Mrs Jessop left the cottage looking unhappy and thoroughly
brow beaten.

"Come in," June Hopkins barked. She opened the door and led me into the lounge.

"Undress scum!" she snapped. I stripped. I had no problem with being nude in
front of her. Maybe I would give her a wet crotch - you never know. She looked
me up and down and walked over to me. She ran her hands over me, squeezing my
pecs, checking between my arse cheeks and finally feeling by wedding tackle. It
was a if she were examining a horse prior to buying it. She then slapped me
hard across my face. It took some control for me not to strangle her.

"On your knees." I knelt.

"Now understand, I know you men. You're all scum. All you ever want is to take
what women have. You are filth, thieving filth." I was getting pissed off with
this abuse but I had to comply.

"I had a man once... I loved him... He wanted to marry me... Asked me to let
him take me before the wedding, which I did... Then he left me... Jilted me...
DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS TO BE JILTED? REJECTED? USED AND THEN DISCARDED?
THE SHAME?" With every phrase her face became redder, spittle dribbled down her
chin. I thought she was going to blow a fuse.

"Well now you're going to give and I will take in full measure. And we will
begin now."

She produced a dog collar that she fastened around my neck. Two lengths of
chain hung from the collar. She quickly removed her dress and stood in a bra
and panties. Not a pretty sight. Her body was thin and wrinkled.

"Remove my panties," she barked. I obeyed, revealing her crotch. Her bony mons
was sparsely covered with thin brown pubic hair. She grasped the lengths of
chain in her hands and spreading her legs pulled my face into her crotch. I
could have easily broken her grip but I allowed her to press my mouth hard
against her cunt.

It was strange chewing on her cunt. Completely dry, not a drop of juice. An odd
musty sort of smell which while not being unpleasant, was utterly sexless.

"Lick, you bastard."

I licked. I eased my tongue between her labia and began working on her clit. I
could hear her breath hissing between her teeth louder with every stroke of my
tongue. I felt the slow ooze of juice from her slit as she became aroused. I
cupped my hands on her shrunken arse cheeks, massaging her flesh. I moved a
thumb into her crack and began massaging her tight arse hole, feeling it twitch
and open."

"Yes, you swine, that's it. Pleasure me."

This was becoming fun. Her cunt was now nicely wet and had begun to smell like
it should. My thumb had slipped completely into her arse hole and she was
bucking her hips so that it rubbed in and out. Her thrusting became harder,
more urgent, losing co-ordination.

"Finally she gave a cry of exultation and pleasure before slumping into a
chair.

Although I was supposed to kneel with my eyes averted I slyly peeped at her.
She lay, legs apart, her cunt bright scarlet from the blood which had pooled
into her tissues.

Finally, she recovered her breath.

"Look at me." I looked up. She gave a slight smile. "You have performed well
today, slave. If you continue to serve me this well you may yet avoid the
punishment you deserve. If not, you will suffer."

I heard the door open behind me. "Is he free?" I heard Mrs Oswald.

"Yes, my dear, I've done with him."

"Undress me, slave." I stood and turned to her. Anne Oswald was quite an
attractive woman of around 50. Quite tall at about 5 foot 8, slim but with a
full tits. What surprised me was her jet black hair that didn't have the
slightest sign of grey. As I approached I noticed a strong body odour. It
wasn't just her feet that was in need of a good washing.

I began by unzipping her skirt and lifting it over her head. Next I unbuttoned
her blouse leaving her in just a white bra and knickers. Anne's body was so
white that her skin appeared almost translucent. For a woman of her age, her
body was remarkably smooth and firm. In stark contrast with her skin colour her
arm pits were filled with a huge black bush of hair. The length of the hair was
amazing, at least two inches.

I unclipped her bra. As I removed it her ample breasts sagged against her upper
stomach. They were as pale as the rest of her except for dark brown, oval
nipples. Finally I eased her knickers down. Her crotch was covered in thick
long black hair that ran up the middle of her belly to her navel.

She reached up and unfastened her hair bun. Loose down her back, her hair
reached her arse.

You know? She was pretty damn attractive, except for her bodily hygiene
problem.

"Kneel, slave," her voice rang out.

"Here we go again," I thought as I obeyed. Finally I knelt at her feet facing
her. My face was a couple of inches from her hairy crotch - the smell was
overwhelming, a sort of sweaty fish is a reasonable description.

"We are sinful people, we bear the dirt of our bodies as proof. Our sweat, our
faeces, our bodily fluids, our lusts are witness to our many sins. My husband
is a good man who is on a higher mission too important to concern himself with
relieving my sins. It must fall to you to provide this absolution." She intoned
in a strangely sonorous voice.

This woman was clearly round the bend and what she really meant was that her
old man didn't fuck her any more. He probably couldn't stand the stink or maybe
he contented himself with buggering choir boys. The problem was, no matter
which way you looked at things, it looked as if I was going to come into close
oral contact with the smelly parts of her body.

"You will cleanse the seat of my femininity." She half sat on the table and
spread her legs.

"If she wanted me to give her head why didn't she say so," I thought.

I buried my face into her crotch, her thick hair making it seem like I was
kissing a dog. Her thick pubic hair was damp and greasy with her sweat and
other juices. It tasted like she never bothered to wipe herself after taking a
piss. Trying to ignore my disgust I thrust my tongue into her slit. Her cunt
was wet with excitement and thick with her mucus. I worked at things, tonguing
her slit, teasing her clit, all the while being subjected to her ravings.

"That's it, dog. Cleanse my sins, raise me to heaven."

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my neck, pressing my mouth hard
into her crotch. This seemed to carry on for ages until I thought my tongue
would develop cramp. Finally she lowered her legs.

"Kiss me."

I stood and kissed her. It was like kissing a suction pump. Her mouse was wide
open and her tongue explored every last part of my mouth as though she wanted
to take in all the filth I had licked from her cunt. Her hands pressed my head
against hers and she snorted loudly with rising lust through her nose. She was
really getting off on this.

So was I. My treacherous cock was so stiff it was almost flat against my belly.

Finally the oral onslaught stopped.

"You will now enter me, slave."

I don't require asking twice and with hardly a pause to line it up I shoved my
cock straight into her cunt, hard and fast. Partly in I felt a resistance which
gave suddenly as I pushed. She gave a squeal of pain as this happened. I didn't
stop until my cock prodded the end of her cunt. Even though she was well
greased, it hurt. Her eyes flew open in shock and she gave a gasp of pain. A
thought crossed my mind, the sensation as I pierced her cunt felt as though I
had just broken in a virgin. Surely not? A married woman in her fifties?

"Harder slave. Only through blessed pain can I be cleansed." She urged me on.

OK, fine by me. I still had a spare couple of inches to shove into her so I
started ramming in as fast and as hard as I could. And I mean hard. With every
inward stroke my cock rammed hard against her womb, making her gasp and cry out
in pain. Her eyes were watering, tears poured down her cheeks, but yet she
wanted more.

"Harder, damn you, cleanse me!"

I could only carry on for a limited time and soon I got my gun. My cock
hardened, grew a little and then blasted my spunk into her battered cunt. The
flooding of her cunt with my hot, slimy fluids seemed to trigger her orgasm.
She squealed and shouted, all the time scratching and ripping at my back with
her long finger nails. Fuck, it hurt.

"Back on your knees, slave," she gasped.

I knelt and slowly regained my breath. Above me I could see her red gaping
cunt, surrounded by thick hair, oozing my donation. My dripping spunk was
tinted pink, maybe she had been a virgin. I had to know.

"Mistress, was that your first time?" I ask.

"I've already told you, my husband has more important work than to attend to my
own cleansing." she snapped.

Well that just about took the biscuit. A fifty year old married woman who was
quite content to live in an unconsummated marriage. Fucking amazing.

I was shaken from my reverie by Miss Hopkin's stern voice.

"Do you know that my so called fiancé also wanted to take me in my rear before
he discarded me? I was so afraid I might lose him that I agreed. Do you have
any appreciation how much it hurt? He tore me so that I bled before filling me
with his filth. Well, my man, you are going to understand how I felt. Look at
me!"

I turned. She had stripped completely, her loose, limp breasts hanging across
her chest. She had attached a huge strap-on dildo. The pink plastic phallus
looked at least a foot long and a couple of inches across.

"Bend over the table," came an emotionless command. For a split second I
considered telling her where to get off then the thought of the prophesy of the
fat screw when I was released crossed my mind. "You'll be back, your sort
always is."

I was damned if I was going to give him the chance to gloat. I bent over. Miss
Hopkins came over to me and I felt her warm hand stroke over my arse and into
the crack between my cheeks. Slowly she ran her finger up my crack, starting at
my scrotum and finishing on my arse hole. I felt her push her finger into my
arse hole, just an inch or so.

"So tight. I was like that once but after my fiancé had finished with me I
could put four fingers inside my rear without any difficulty. For days
afterward my rear oozed a bloody fluid. Soon you'll know that feeling. Your
tight little hole will never be tight again."

All of this was spoken without emotion. I won't lie to you, my blood ran cold.

I felt the cold, blunt tip of the dildo touch my puckered hole. I tried to
relax figuring that it might reduce the pain. If it did, it wasn't by much. I
felt a heavy pressure that changed to a burning, tearing pain as she forced the
dildo past my sphincter. Fuck, it hurt. I gritted my teeth, refusing to make a
sound. I wasn't going to give her the pleasure of hearing me squeal.

She paused slightly and then pushed. My arse felt as though it was tearing
apart as the full length of the plastic cock was pushed deep into me. It felt
as though I hadn't shit for days. Something warm was trickling down the inside
of my thigh so I surreptitiously slipped my hand between my legs and checked.
My finger came back slicked with blood. Shitting was going to be painful for a
while.

"So how do you like being used?" she asked. I remained silent.

"Answer me, slave," she screeched.

In a sudden moment of madness I replied. "I love it mistress, fuck me hard." I
hoped it might take the edge off her enjoyment. As if to test this, she began
thrusting in and out fucking my arse. I relaxed trying to take the dildo
without too much pain. The plastic was now well lubricated with my blood and
slid in and out more easily. The pain eased to more of a constant ache that in
turn became almost pleasurable. Now this was worrying, I hadn't expected this.
The dildo rubbed against my prostate with a pleasurable pressure. Then, like a
traitor in the night, my 'old man' began to stiffen. The more it stiffened, the
more pressure came to bear on my prostate, in turn causing more pleasure.

"Ah, I see you're giving him a good reaming, my dear." Miss Stubbens stood at
the door smiling. "Wait a moment, I want to join in." She stripped entirely.
For a woman her age she was amazing. Thin but not scrawny, her skin was smooth,
not a wrinkle or hint of sag. Her tits were small but tight - any 18 year old
bird would have been proud to have them. Her crotch was completely shaven. She
turned to reveal a tight, pert and cellulite free arse. She climbed onto the
table and, spreading her legs, move her crotch near my face.

"Now give me some head, slave."

Her cunt looked tiny and tight and it smelled really tasty. Her mons was
smooth, no stubble, rather like a young kid. She smelled of lavender. Her clit
was moist and a flood of juice bubbled out as I parted her labia. Only then did
I experience her musky intimate smell. "Fucking hell," I thought," if they
could bottle that they'd make a fortune." I hoped that I would get the chance
to screw this delicious little cunt.

Miss Hopkins resumed her thrusts in and out of my arse. She was getting into
the swing of things alternating her strokes into me with slaps to my arse
cheeks.

"Suffer, you shit," she shouted maniacally. As if to prove her wrong, my cock
suddenly erupted, jetting spunk onto the carpet. If anything the pressure from
the dildo increased the pleasure of each pulse. If you ignored the pain in my
arse, it wasn't too bad an orgasm.

"He's ejaculated," Mrs Oswald screeched in alarm. That brought Miss Hopkins to
a sudden halt.

"You really are enjoying this?" She sounded really pissed off. She pulled out
the dildo and left the room. I continued tonguing Miss Stubbens who was by know
panting well. She lifted her knees to her chest, bringing her tiny arsehole to
my lips. Even here she smelled sweet and she moaned as I tongued at her
puckered hole. She had slipped her hand down to her cunt and was frigging
herself hard as I licked. Her arsehole relaxed and opened a little allowing me
to lick the area before her inner sphincter. This combined with her wanking was
enough to send her off. Gasping and moaning, Miss Stubbens came loudly and
magnificently. I couldn't understand how a little raver like her was a
spinster.

"Very nice indeed, slave. She husked, no longer using her dominating tone. Do
you think you could use that cock of yours on me?"

"With pleasure, mistress." I replied, grinning to myself.

In spite of my recent ejaculation my old man was still standing to attention.
This had a lot to do with Miss Stubbens sexiness. I eased my cock into the
entrance of her cunt planning a slow insertion when she grabbed me by the hips
and pulled me straight in. She gasped as my cock bottomed out, with my balls
slapping against her arse. I was amazed how a little bird like her could take
me in one go.

"Nice one, young man, now fuck me hard."

OK, I began whacking away, in and out, my balls slapping against her arse. Miss
Stubbens showed immaculate timing and rhythm matching my inward strokes.

"Oh yes, you know what you're doing. Harder." She egged me on.

I obeyed, my thrusts becoming deep and hard until my juices blasted into her.
The arrival of my spunk was enough and Miss Stubbens came again, just as
noisily, just as magnificently.

"I don't know how you do it, but you're amazing, mistress." I had to take my
hat off to her, Miss Stubbens was a real goer.

"Thank you slave. You may get dressed and leave." She smiled.

I dressed and headed back to my cottage. After a hot bath and a generous dollop
of antiseptic ointment my arse seemed to settle down. My main worry was what it
was going to feel like when I next took a shit. I grabbed some dinner along
with a bottle of wine and got an early night.

It was just about seven the next morning when the pager bleeped in my ear. It
was Mrs Courntey-Smythe with an instruction for me to be at her stables at
nine, prompt.

"Fucking cunt, what does she want!" I muttered as I dragged myself into the
shower. I had a severe need to shit and decided to bite the bullet. The longer
I left it the more I would have to dump and the firmer it would be. There was a
turkey baster in the kitchen and I used it to shove some warm water up my arse.
That did the trick. And after half an hour I was able to dump my load as a
relatively painless soft slurry that didn't open the tear in my sphincter.

I got to the stables just before nine to see Mrs Courtney-Smythe ride her horse
into the yard. It was already warm and both she and the horse were sweating
well from their exercise. She dismounted.

"Good, glad to see you're on time. Take the saddle off and put it on the
railings," she pointed at some low railings at the side of the yard. I complied
and she led the horse into a stall. As I dropped the saddle onto the railings I
noticed it was slicked with moisture from where she had been sitting.

She came out of the stall and walked over to me.

"My early ride always makes me horny, you will provide me suitable relief."

"Yes mistress," I adopted a suitably subservient tone.

She had noticed the moisture on the saddle and ran her finger through it. She
sniffed her finger with evident pleasure. She then bent over the saddle, her
fat rear pointing towards me. Her Jodhpurs stretched tightly over her rear were
dark with damp over her crack where her sweat or juices and soaked into them.

"Remove my Jodhpurs," she instructed.

I peeled them down revealing her fat, pale rear.

"You will lick my pussy. Begin with my anus."

"Yes mistress," I intoned.

I eased her fat arse cheeks apart to be greeted by her arse hole, winking at me
through the thick dark hair that forested her crotch. The puckered hole was
surrounded by skin of a brown pigmentation making it contrast starkly with her
pale body. Her crack was greasy and slicked with sweat. She obviously hadn't
showered because she had a strong shitty sort of smell. I found it pretty
disgusting. I don't mind licking a bird's arse, in fact it can be quite a turn
on, but I do appreciate the regular application of a bit of soap to prevent
nasty niffs. There was a strong fishy smell from her cunt and I reappraised my
assessment of when she had last washed. First I had to deal with Mrs Oswald's
hygiene problem and now this woman's. Didn't the women in this village believe
in soap and water?

"I hope you appreciate my preparation for today. I haven't washed my pussy for
several days. It is your privilege to clean it for me." She must have read my
mind.

Mentally gritting my teeth I ran my tongue down her slit. Aaaargh. It had the
same sweaty greasiness as her arsehole. Her sweat and juices had flowed freely
during her ride to form a rank slime slicking her pubic hair. What was worse
was the overwhelming fishy stink of her cunt. As I licked my mouth filled with
her filthy fluids. She began moaning gently as my tormented tongue teased her
cunt. As time progressed things got a little easier, probably because my senses
had become numbed by her atrocious smell.

"You will lick my anus and prepare it to receive your cock."

Returned to her disgusting shithole. As I licked at her rancid hole I could
feel her muscles twitch and her hole begin to open. This increased the nasty
smell and I avoided licking there.

"Lick inside me, slave." She wasn't letting me get away with it. I prodded my
tongue at her opening only for her to relax making my tongue my tongue enter
her arsehole. It was fucking disgusting, I wanted to puke. There's only one
place for shit, in the toilet not in my mouth. She must have sensed by
hesitancy 'cos she shouts at me.

"Lick it properly, deep inside."

Steeling myself I wiggled my tongue around trying not to think about what the
little bits and pieces sticking to my tongue might be. And then she farted. Her
hot, foul smelling gas burst into my mouth making my eyes water. I stopped only
to be shouted at to resume. In spite of this nastiness I was appalled to
realise that my cock was standing full to attention.

Finally she's ready.

"Push you cock in, hard!"

"Alright missus, you asked for it," I think and I shove into her arse hard. She
gives this shout of pain followed by a moan of pleasure as I sink into her up
to the hilt. It didn't feel quite right. Instead of sliding sweetly into a
tight tube it felt as though I was pushing through mud. Then the penny fell -
her arse was half full of shit. Jesus, I had my cock buried in yesterday's
lunch. I nearly puked there and then. I hoped my jap's eye wasn't getting
plugged up with her crap.

"Ride me, slave. Make me bleed."

I had had enough. She had made me do things I never wanted to repeat so I
decided to make her pay. I grabs her arse cheeks hard and ram myself in and out
hard. She shouts in pain and lust.

"Yes, yes. Tear me, rip me."

Fucking hell, what a pervert. How anyone could get their rocks off by having
their arse-hole shredded beat me. My experience with Miss Hopkins and her
strap-on dildo made me realise how much taking it up the arse can hurt. This
must have been much worse. Anyway, what the lady wants she gets. Soon I saw a
film of blood on top of the shit on my cock, it made me feel quite queasy. I
bang on, hard as ever making her shout louder and louder until with a totally
unnatural shout she comes, followed quickly by me.

"Yes... yes... aaaaaarrrrrgh..."

I hauls out my filthy 'old man' leaving her gaping and bleeding arsehole to
dribble it's contents down her inner thighs.

"Come around here," she gasps. I hopped over the railings. She grabs my cock
and shoves it into her mouth. Slurping and sucking she licks off all the blood,
shit and spunk. "Fucking hell," I think, "She loves it. Now I've seen
everything. I hope she doesn't ask me to give her a kiss." You know, I'm a
pretty broad minded geezer but what I saw was pretty diabolical.

"Follow me," she instructs, pulling up her pants. Ask we walk to the manor I
can hear her making wet farting noises as the crap from her arse fills her
pants. We go into the kitchen where she sits down ignoring the mess squelching
around her crotch.

"Kneel, slave." I kneel.

"There's nothing like a ride to bring out the animal in me." she comments with
a smile. "Yeah fucking right she is an animal," I thought.

"You've met my daughter," a statement rather than a question. "Quite frankly,
she's a disappointment to me. She's too shy, won't go out with boys, and spends
her time moping in her room rather than attending social functions. She needs a
good fucking and you will provide one. I've put her on the pill so you won't
need any condoms. She's a virgin and I want her thoroughly reamed out and given
a good squirt of sperm deep into her tight cunt. Understand?"

I couldn't believe that this woman was talking about her own daughter this way.
She was one sick person. Anyway, I was in no position to argue.

"Yes mistress, I understand."

"Good. Be here at two o'clock this afternoon."

I went home and got into a hot bath. I scrubbed myself hoping that I wouldn't
smell like a shit house. If I was to fuck Helen I didn't want to give her a
dose of Thrush from having a shitty cock. Although Mary had given my tackle a
good licking my pants were well stained and niffy so a complete change of
clothes was required before I felt fresh and clean again.

That afternoon I rang the front door bell to the manor. After several minutes
the door was opened by Helen. She looked terrible, her face white.

"Hello Helen, are you OK?" I asks.

"Ppp..lease come in Mr Jones. She led me into the lounge and she sat down on
the settee. I sat beside her. The girl was shivering.

"What's wrong kid?" I asked again. She simply looked down at her feet. I gently
gripped her chin and turned her face towards me. Her eyes were tear filled and
her lips quivering.

"Is it because of why I'm here this afternoon?" She nodded. I put my arm around
her shoulders. She jumped slightly at my touch. Jesus, she was spooked.

"Come on Helen, tell me about it. Aren't you happy with what your mum wants us
to do?" After a long pause she replied in a small voice.

"Oh I want to do it but I'm frightened."

"That's understandable but what exactly worries you?" I was getting more and
more unhappy about this. I was between a rock and a hard place. I didn't want
to screw her without her consent but I didn't want to go back inside. Was I
just going to be some sort of rapist?

"You know how shy I am. Nobody has seen me naked. Well I'm terrified what
you'll think when you see me undressed." Helen's voice was an almost inaudible
whisper.

"OK, tell me, what is wrong with your body."

"I'm fat!" she sobbed. "The girls at school used to call me 'the whale'. I
can't help it. I don't eat a lot. It's just how I am."

I'm no psychologist, I didn't have any fancy words to ease her fears. I just
tried my best shot.

"Look Helen, those kids were out of order. No-one has the right to treat
someone else that way. some kid are fat, some are thin, some have hairy arses,
some don't - we're all different. That's what makes life fun - by the way, you
don't have a hairy arse, do you?"

"No I don't..." Helen looked at me in horror and then stopped as she saw I was
smiling. She then giggled, understanding my little joke.

"That's better, girl."

I'm also worried it will hurt." Helen added after a pause.

"You know Helen, your mum's idea is basically a good one. I won't lie to you,
the first time can be a little painful but it's usually down to ignorance. A
girl has to be ready. I assume you know the basics of sex."

She nodded, "Yes I heard all about it at school and I once saw mum and dad
doing it when I was small."

"OK. Well if a girl is properly aroused she becomes, er... , wet, you know,
lubricated. It then becomes easier for her when the boy enters her. If the boy
tries it before the girls ready then she may be too dry and it becomes painful.
understand?" - I chose not to tell her that my missus had screamed the house
down the first time we fucked but that's another story."

"Do you ever play with yourself? You know, rub yourself between your legs."

Helen blushed and gave a silly grin.

"Yes, I've tried it a few times," she whispered.

"And was it nice?"

"Sort of but I don't know if I did it properly."

"How did it feel?"

"Well I got all sorts of nice feelings, I felt warm between my legs and I
became wet. It sort of built up until waves of nice feelings went through my
body."

"Well it sound like you did alright. Helen, I promise it will be like that for
you but only better. You will have fun." Then I kissed her. Not a tongue down
the throat job - I held her head gently between my hands and kissed just her
lips lightly. The art of kissing is often ignored by most blokes. They forget
how many nerve endings the lips have. So I gently kiss her, nibbling, slight
licking. Helen was passive, not kissing back but I put that down to her shyness
and inexperience. This was fine by me, I was the teacher, she the pupil.

At first Helen was tense but I could feel her lips begin to relax. Her exhaled
breath through her nose began to be louder, almost a sigh. Helen was beginning
to get turned on. Gently I expanded the area of my attention, kissing her
cheeks and her chin. Helen's eyes were tight closed as she accepted my
attentions. Her hands were crossed on her lap.

I slowly worked down to her neck. That really hit the spot and Helen sighed
deeply, moving in sympathy as I nuzzled and kissed her neck. Taking a chance I
put one hand on her tit. Just lightly but Helen reacted by putting her hand on
the back of mine as though to stop me. She paused and returned her hand to her
lap as though changing her mind. That simple action spoke volumes. I was
winning her trust. I gently massaged her tits, bringing small gasps of
pleasure.

I pulled back and began unbuttoning her blouse. Helen just lay there, eyes
closed, hands back together on her lap, her face flushed red. I pulled her
blouse open revealing her large but very sexy tits, firmly encased in a white
bra. I slid my hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. As it began to
fall off her tits Helen gasped and pressed her hands against them, keeping her
tits covered.

"No-one else has seen my breasts," she gasped, "you might not like them."

"Don't worry about it," I soothed. "They look fine, perfectly normal and very
attractive."

Slowly she let her hands slip down and the bra fell off. Now I've always been a
'tit man' and these were a pair of the best. Plump, pale with pink nipples and
wide aureoles. Gently I put my hand on her tit. Warm, soft, gorgeous. Helen
gave a slight gasp and I felt her nipple contract and stiffen. Gently, always
gently I kissed her nipple, followed by light sucking as it stiffened. Again I
gave attention to her whole tit, not just the nipple. Too much nipple sucking
can be counter productive.

I ran my hand over her plump belly and unfastened her jeans. Again Helen
stiffened slightly but her arousal was beginning to overcome her shyness. I
knelt on the floor and began to ease her jeans down. Without prompting Helen
lifted her arse easing my task. Soon Helen was wearing just white ankle socks
and her white cotton knickers.

I put my hand against her plump mons. Helen opened her legs and I rubbed
lightly over her clit. Oh yes, she liked that. I began nibbling her clit
through her knickers. Not only is it sexy, it also helped her get used to oral
sex. Helen began moving her pelvis, pressing her crotch against my mouth. The
cloth of her knicker gusset was warm and damp and smelled of Helen. Sweet, and
musky. A beautiful contrast to her disgusting mother. I ran my tongue up her
slit finishing on her clit. Helen moaned gently.

Slowly I peeled her knickers off. Her plump crotch was lightly covered in silky
blond hair. Helen's body was now revealed to me. Pale, soft, plump, utterly
feminine. She opened her eyes and looked at me as if to gauge my reaction.

"You look gorgeous," I smiled. "I'm honoured to be the first to see you like
this." Helen blushed deeply and smiled at the complement.

I moved down to resume my oral work on her crotch. Helen got the hint and
spread her legs. Her labia and cunt were bright red from her arousal. I kissed
her slit. Helen had a light musky smell mixed with the scent of soap. Her cunt
was thoroughly wet and opened as I tongued her slit. I pushed my tongue into
her cunt only to feel Helen open her legs wider to give me access. Her cunt was
tight but there was no sign of a hymen.

"Helen, do you enjoy horse riding?" I ask, following a hunch.

"Yes," she replied in a dreamy voice. Voila, exit one hymen.

I began tonguing her slit deeply, beginning at the bottom and ending with a
hard suck on her clit. Helen bucked her pelvis following my mouth. I repeated
this process time after time sensing her increased arousal. Time for my
favourite girl pleaser. Gently I introduced a finger into her cunt. It was
tight but not too tight so I slipped in a second. Helen shuddered with
pleasure. I curled my fingers to the front to that nice nobbly area where the
G-spot is. I rubbed the area in small circular movements as I sucked on her now
stiff clit.

It works every time! Helen began bucking her hips hard and gasping, louder and
louder.

"Oh Mr Jones, that's lovely, please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. Slowly I upped the pace, teasing, stimulating,
driving the poor girl crazy. When she came Helen sort of convulsed and gave a
loud shriek. My hand flooded with juices pouring from her cunt. Once Helen's
passion had subsided I moved and sat on the settee.

Helen lay gasping her eyes shut, her face, neck and upper chest flushed red. I
suspected this was her first real orgasm. Finally, she opened her eyes.

"Oh Mr Jones, I sort of exploded!"

"Nice isn't it." I replied. Helen nodded, blissfully.

"Are you ready for part two of today's lesson?" I asked.

"If it's as good as that, yes."

Slowly I pulled off my clothes. Helen watched my with unconcealed interest. She
gasped as I dropped my pants and my 'old man' jumped to attention.

"I can't take all that!"

"Yes you can. You feel between your legs and tell me you're not ready." Helen
slipped her fingers into her cunt and nodded.

"I see what you mean."

I knelt down between Helen's legs and began gently rubbing my cock head between
her cunt lips. Helen smiled as the sensations began again. The trick was to
ease in gently, a bit of a time, allowing her cunt to relax and open. A quick
push would hurt like the devil and put her off. Slowly, little by little, I
nudged my cock head more into her cunt. Helen opened up to me and before she
realised what was happening I had slipped in a couple of inches. I stopped.

"How does that feel?"

"Gorgeous, nice and tight. Please push it all in."

Slowly but firmly I pushed easing in and out until my cock filled her tight
passage to the very end. As I did Helen's eyes widened in surprise and
pleasure. I still had a couple of inches spare but hoped to get it all in due
course.

"Wow, that is good. And it doesn't hurt."

"It's helpful that you ride horses. It removes the pain problem."

I began sliding in and out taking care to keep it slow, smooth and not to pound
her too hard.

"I can feel every lump and wrinkle on your thing," Helen gasped.

"And I can feel every bit of you," I replied.

As I moved I could feel Helen's cunt relaxing and opening. Slowly I eased more
and more of my cock in until our pubic bones met.

"Do you realise that you have all of me in you?" I asked.

Helen looked smug and satisfied. "Wow, not bad for a beginner."

I was by now pretty worked up and I decided to bring things to a conclusion.
Slowly I upped the tempo, taking firm strokes from almost pulling out to fully
inserted. Helen timed her own movements to meet my thrusts and we were both
soon gasping. I felt those pleasant tensions begin to build.

"Here it comes, girl, ready?"

Helen didn't reply. She was too busy having her second orgasm as my spunk
spurted into her filling her and creating a beautiful slipperiness. Helen
looked at me full in the eyes as I came, studying every nuance of my
expression.

"I love it, it feels all hot and squishy," she grinned.

As I pulled out, my spunk dribbled from her and down between her cheeks onto
the settee.

"We're making a mess, your mum won't be pleased." I observed.

"Fuck her," Helen retorted, "she set this up, she can clean up."

Helen slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her fingers into the mess in
her cunt. To my surprise she then licked her fingers. She nodded with approval
at the taste.

"Tell me Mr Jones, why did you agree to do this?" Helen asked after a moment.

"Firstly, please call me Henry, I think we know each other well enough to be on
first names terms." Helen smiled and blushed again.

"Didn't your mother tell you anything about the situation between her and me?"
I asked.

"No, other than I understand she has some sort of hold over you. I overheard
her on the phone the other day to Miss Stubbens."

I told her the whole sad story from start to finish. I saw no point in trying
to conceal the truth. As I did I noticed Helen's expression harden with
annoyance.

"So you see, Helen, while on the one hand I was pleased to 'help you out'
today, I really didn't have a lot of choice."

"Have you fucked my mother?"

"Yes, under her instructions." I replied

"Tell me about it."

"Well, your mother likes it up the arse, hard." Helen's face was a picture of
surprise.

"You mean she took you up her bum! That must hurt, it's only a tiny hole. Ugg
how horrible."

"You'll be surprised what can be done with a little effort."

"And is it nice?"

"Because it's a tight opening the friction is greater and it feels very nice
for the bloke. The women I've done it too all asked to have it done and seemed
to like it. Because you don't have the same sensation in your arse most of the
women I've known have to rub their clits to get off. Your mother is the first
I've known to get off on it without wanking herself. Mind you, she seemed to
enjoy pain at the same time. The other thing, anal sex is fine provided the
woman remembers to go to the toilet first, something your mother seemed to
forget."

"You don't mean mother didn't... uuurgh... how gross." Helen went sort of pale
in the face when I nodded. "Don't tell me anymore, I don't want to know. It's
not for me. I like it the proper way."

Helen sat quietly, pondering, chewing on her lower lip.

"Er... Henry I don't know quite how to say this. Um, thank you for fucking me,
if that doesn't sound stupid. What I mean is I'm really grateful for the gentle
way you did it. I know you were under duress but you didn't have to be as kind
as you were."

"Helen girl, my eldest daughter is your age. I only treated you the same way as
I hope her first sexual partner treats her." Yes, I know, I'm a soft old
bastard.

Helen nodded, understanding.

"I think those women are sad bitches using you for their own pleasure. It's sad
when blackmail is the only way you can get gratification. I want to help. I'll
see if I can find out exactly what sort of evidence they have and whether I can
lay my hands on it."

I felt a little torn. I found a certain perverse pleasure in being dominated.
Although doing the things they required was often disgusting it invariably gave
me a hard-on. One day someone will explain how doing something filthy to a
woman is arousing.
What I didn't like having to do everything they required under the threat of
imprisonment. What I would prefer would be to be dominated by a woman through
choice. Anyway, maybe here was a chance for me to get out of the hole I was in.

"Your mother is the ringleader and if we can stitch her up then the rest should
fall into line. If you could help me, I'd be grateful," I replied.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll ensure you are extremely grateful. My help won't come
free," Helen replied grinning broadly. "Now, as your mistress, I'm instructing
you to fuck me again but in the proper place, not up my bum.""

"Yes mistress," I intoned, with a grin on my face. This was one mistress I was
happy to serve.

*****

Helen's agreement to help me helped lighten my mood and I began to consider
what I should do once I had got out of this jam. I settled down in my cottage
with a bottle of Jack Daniels and began pondering.

I was beginning to get a little pissed off with criminal life and I wasn't too
keen to continue that line of work if I couldn't operate in London. My bank
balance was sitting at around 200 grand that was more than enough to keep me in
comfortable retirement. Although I was old enough to be her father, I was
pretty taken by Helen. She was the prettiest girl I had seen in a long time and
sex with was uninhibited but had an innocence which, I suppose, derived from
Helen's inexperience. Certainly Helen deserved better than her seriously sick
mother. I still couldn't believe her attitude towards her daughter. I wondered
if I could persuade her to shack up with me.

Coincidentally, the telephone rang at that moment. It was Helen. She sounded
upset and I guessed she had been crying.

"What's up kid?"

"I've just had a nasty row with mother and I needed to talk."

"Go on," I encouraged.

"She started getting nasty, asking why I was such a fat slug and why I couldn't
act like a real daughter. She asked how I could expect to find a nice eligible
boy unless I lose weight and took a pride in myself. I told her that I was
happy with myself as I was and that wished that everyone would leave me alone
to be what I wanted. She told me that I was a loser and that she would throw me
out of the house if she could. I really hate that woman."

Here was an excellent opportunity to 'test the water'.

"Tell me Helen, have you thought of what you might do when we blow your mother
and her friend's little game?"

"Er... no. I assumed that you would be on your way and that would be that."

"Well, I have it in mind to do a little reverse blackmail. I'll want payment
from your mother and her cronies for my lost earnings and indignities
suffered."

"Hang on, you're a thief, how is that an occupation?" Helen protested.

"Is what I do any worse than what the women are doing? Extortion is also theft.
Anyway, I had it in mind to take the opportunity to force your mother to make a
suitable payment to you in compensation for mental cruelty."

Helen went quiet as she pondered this possibility. When she replied she was
chuckling with wicked mirth.

"Excellent idea, Henry, how much did you have in mind?"

"Well I'm planning to go into retirement so I'll want enough to top up my
savings to a suitable level. That will take say 150 grand. If you plan to leave
your mother and set out independently she'll no doubt want to cut you out of
her will so you'll want to get a decent wad of cash as well. Do you have any
idea what your mother might be worth?"

"Hmm, tricky question," Helen replied. "I know the house is worth three
quarters of a million because she recently had it valued. Also she left the
safe open a couple of months ago and I had a quick peep inside at her record
books. Her cash savings are around two hundred thousand and her share holding
around a million - Daddy had been a partner in a merchant bank and had acquired
significant share options. My guess is that she's got around two million in
assets and an annual income from Daddy's pension of around one hundred
thousand."

Wow, she was one rich bitch.

"OK. I reckon that it wouldn't be unreasonable to demand half a million in cash
and a requirement that she doesn't cut you out of her will."

"But what would I do?" Helen sounded worried.

"Well, we seem to get on all right together. Would it be too bad an idea if you
were to shack up with an old geezer over twice your age?"

"You've got a deal, but you might regret it!" Helen replied without hesitation.
She seemed overjoyed.

"OK, I'll speak to you again soon," I added and rang off.

I poured another drink and relaxed, things were slipping into place nicely.

With a certain inevitability there was a tap on the front door. No peace for
the fucking wicked. It was Lucy Jessop. She seemed very nervous.

"Excuse me Mr Jones, may I come in."

"Of course, mistress," I stood to one side and showed her into the lounge. I
began to kneel down, as normal.

"Please, none of that stupidity. I think this whole affair is nonsense."

I was beginning to warm to Lucy Jessop. She was a short woman aged around
fifty. Pretty fat making her look almost rotund, she had dark brown hair. She
wore a flower patterned summer dress with buttons down the front. It was
slightly low cut giving a nice view of her plump cleavage. She struck me as
being timid, so much that she was easily influenced by her peers.

"Mr Jones, I'm very unhappy about this matter. My... er friends expect me to
make you perform favours for me and I don't want to."

"I know, I overheard your argument with Miss Hopkins the other day."

"The thing is, Mr Jones, I'm happily married."

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked, she needed to relax.

"I don't know, Mr Jones, I don't normally drink."

"Is your husband expecting you back?"

"No, he's out this evening and I told him I would be visiting friends."

"Then you have time for a drink." I poured her a Jack Daniels, hoping she liked
bourbon. She took a sip.

"This is nice, what is it?" I told her. I waited for her to continue.

"As I was saying, I don't like this 'slave' business. I know what you've been
doing is wrong but that's for the police to decide. I don't like the way they
are using you and I don't want to use you. The trouble is, they expect me to do
the things they do."

"Well can't you just pretend, you know, tell them some story."

"No, I can't lie. They always know when I lie."

"So, tell me about your husband. Do you have a good marriage?"

"Yes, I've been married to Fred for twenty years."

I noticed she had finished her drink so I poured her some more.

"Please not too much," she pleaded, "its very strong, I'm beginning to feel
light-headed."

"So, do you have a good sex life with Fred?" I was feeling a little nosy. What
I didn't expect was for Lucy to burst into tears but that's exactly what she
did. I sat beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. I let her cry
herself guessing she would talk when she was ready.

"Actually, it's not such a good marriage," she finally spoke. "Fred was my only
boyfriend and I only met him when I was thirty. At school the kids used to call
me fatty, I was shy, I never had any boyfriends."

"Fucking hell," I thought, "first Helen and now Lucy. Why do kids have to pick
on the odd ones out? We had a fat kid at school who got a lot of stick but that
was because he was a total shit and not because his size."

"Fred's a lovely man. He's reliable and kind and when he proposed I was so
happy and grateful. The problem came on our wedding night. Fred has a very
small penis and because of my size he found it difficult to get it into me and
when he did it only went in a little way. He couldn't even break my hymen - I
did that later with my fingers. I feel cheated, as though I'm missing out."

"Oh fuck," I think," the second fifty year old married virgin I've met in a
week." This was getting weird.

"I've always wanted children but every time Fred came it was usually over my
belly, not inside me. Now it's too late."

"How do you mean?" I asked, being a dumb bastard.

"Because of the menopause. Anyway Fred and I haven't had sex for three years."
Lucy began sobbing again. I cuddled her. A seriously radical idea hit me.

"Lucy, I can't give you the child you want but I can give you the sexual
experience you need, and I'll do it willingly, not because you tell me to." I
guessed she would either walk out in disgust or agree, time would tell.

After about five minutes she looked up at me, nodded and mouthed "Yes please."
I guided her to the bedroom and kissed her. This was slightly tricky
considering I'm six foot tall, a clear foot taller than her. Like her, her kiss
was virginal with closed lips. I didn't rush, I wanted her to enjoy every
second. I held her head between my hands as I kissed her and I gently rubbed
her ears and neck with my thumbs.

I could feel her begin to relax and her lips began to part. Slowly, gently, I
eased my tongue between her lips but not into her mouth. As she began to accept
my invasion I eased my tongue into her mouth and she began kissing back. I
dropped a hand down onto her tit. Big and soft, in fact, bigger than the
luscious Helen. Lucy sighed and put her hand on top of mine, pressing it
against her tit. She was loving this. I squeezed and kneaded her tit, enough to
arouse her but not too hard. I unfastened a couple of buttons on the top of her
dress and slid my hand inside her bra - I had to find out what she was like in
the flesh. Boy was she good. I love warm, soft, voluptuous breasts. I don't
know how guys can get excited over silicone tits, to me nothing is as good as
the real thing - it's the dog's bollocks. Lucy had a perfect pair.

"Er... Mr Jones, do you remember when we made you kiss our feet?" she asked
hesitantly. I nodded.

"Well I hate to admit it but I found it exciting. Would you do it to me again?"
I had no problem with this because I recalled that Lucy had the least smelly
feet the first time around.

"OK, let's get you more comfortable," I replied and began unfastening her
dress. Lucy stood still, blushing slightly as I pulled her dress off. She stood
in a huge white bra, large white knickers pulled high over her bulging belly
and black tights. I reached behind her back, kissing her deeply as I did, and
unfastened her bra. Her ample tits fell forward onto her belly, large quivering
mounds with large brown nipples. Gently I pulled down her tights and panties.
Her Lucy's hairy crotch was only just visible below her sagging belly. Lucy
made no attempt to hide her body. She was blushing with embarrassment but
seemed quite content to let me see all of her.

You know? she was bloody sexy. Most blokes don't like fat birds but, I dunno,
she was sort of feminine. You know, a real woman, not a stick insect like the
models you get showing off fancy clothes. Fucking one of then must be like
trying to screw a skeleton. No, Lucy was a cute little bunny and deserved a
good seeing to.

Lucy lay back on the bed and I took hold of one of her feet in my hand. It was
really quite cute, sort of pudgy, soft and sweaty. I pressed my lips against
the sole of her foot enjoying the clean, slightly sweaty smell. Lucy gave a
slight moan so I began licking and kissing over her foot. When I took her big
toe into my mouth and began gently sucking Lucy moaned louder. One by one I
gave her toes some special oral attention. Lucy was loving it and by the time I
had finished she was squeezing her tits with pleasure.

I decided it was time to get down to basics and I began nuzzling at her plump
cunt. Lucy gave a squeal or shock and pleasure as my tongue hit her clit.

"Oh, Mr Jones, that is nice. Fred never did anything adventurous or
interesting. I once asked him to lick me there and he was horrified. He said I
was being disgusting."

To be honest, she tasted wonderful. All those nice sweaty/musky tastes in good
measure overlying the scent of soap. I lapped away at her wet slit, sending
ripples of pleasure through Lucy.

"Please stop, I can't stand it, please put it in," Lucy wailed.

Always one to oblige I pushed my 'old man' into her slit and gently entered
her. Lucy took a shocked intake of breath as I filled her to the brim.

"Oh God, that's wonderful, Mr Jones." she gasped, bucking her pelvis.

I began long firm strokes, relishing her tight cunt. Lucy matched my thrusts,
gasping and whimpering. I loved the way her tits flopped back and forth with
every thrust, like a couple of pink jellies. I could sense Lucy coming to a
peak and I increased the tempo until she came with a load moan. Within seconds
I came filling her with my hot juice.

Lucy lay on the bed, breathing heavily with a broad grin. She didn't need to
speak, her expression spoke volumes. I fetched our glasses and poured her
another drink. She drank it without comment - gone were any complaints about
the alcohol going to her head.

"Lucy, can you a dream up an excuse why you shouldn't go back home tonight?"
Lucy pondered for a moment.

"No problem, I'll ring home and leave a message on the answer phone that I'm
staying with a friend. I do that from time to time anyway." That done we go
down to some serious sex all night. Neither of us got any sleep and poor old
Lucy hobbled home the next morning. It was hardly surprising given that not
only did we fuck normally but she also insisted on some anal. At some stage in
the night she also gave me one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. She was one
well fucked lady.

"Mr Jones, thank you for the night's entertainment, it was wonderful. I'm just
sorry it was only a single night." As I watched her hobble down the road I made
a mental note to ask Helen whether she would fancy a threesome with Lucy.

The days began to merge into one another. Life was getting tedious without my
larcenous work to keep me busy and I was beginning to get pissed off with the
demands of the Northcote Mafia. One evening I was relaxing in my lounge sipping
scotch and listening to jazz when I heard a tap on the back door. It was Helen,
skulking in the dark. As I let her in she gave me a big kiss, tongues and all.
She had lost her shyness.

"I've found the evidence. It was locked in mother's desk." She could barely
control her excitement. The brown envelope she held contained hard copies of my
e-mails and photographs and copies of mine and Pete Stone's police records.

"I think it's time to turn the tables, if you're willing to help." I began. I
had thought things through carefully.

"I'll do anything necessary," Helen agreed.

"OK. You will need to put the evidence back but first I will doctor the hard
copies to make them useless. This was simply achieved by replacing them with
blank paper. We need to get some blackmail material of our own. Your mother and
her friends won't like the idea of their sexual fun and games getting generally
known so I think so candid video footage will be helpful. Can you operate a
video camera?"

Helen grinned wickedly. "You bet. And we'll get our first chance tomorrow." I
looked at her quizzically.

"I overhead mother on the phone to Miss Stubbens. She's 'booked' you for a nine
o' clock session tomorrow."

I grinned equally wickedly. "Helen, you're a gem."

"I must rush back but before I go there's something I've got to try." Helen had
a slightly embarrassed look on her face. She slipped onto her knees and opened
my jeans, releasing my 'old man'

"I wanted to find out what you taste like." she explained. She gave my cock
head a lick. She must have liked what she tasted because she began sucking on
it, easing it into her mouth. Like a seasoned campaigner my 'old man' came to
attention and Helen was soon taking a fair length into her mouth. No deep
throat but enough to make my toes tingle.

The CD on the stereo had stopped playing and the only sounds in the room were
of Helen's gentle sucking and slurping. It was a joy to watch her angelic face
bob up and down taking my length into her mouth. This was probably the best
blow job I had ever had. There was a sweetness in Helen's inexperience rather
than the business like performance of most women I'd know. She was on a voyage
of discovery. She looked up, catching my eye. I could see pleasure and bliss in
her expression. I was happy to let her set the pace, it was her blowing me not
me fucking her face.

Slowly the sensations built and I felt the familiar tightening in my belly.

"I'm about to blow," I warned her.

Helen began moving a little faster and sucked. That was enough and I felt my
juice pulse into her mouth as jets of delicious pleasure. Helen pulled her head
back so just the tip of my cock was in her mouth, catching every drop. She
opened her mouth to show me the pool of white fluid filling her mouth before
swallowing.

"Did you like that?" she asked with a sweet smile. I didn't need to reply.

*****

The next morning, as expected, the pager summoned me to the manor. I arrived
promptly at nine. Mary was waiting for me in the manor house hall. She wore the
same jodhpurs as before and they hadn't been cleaned. She smelled like a
midden. Out the corner of my eye I spotted Helen lurking at the head of the
stairs, camera in hand. I decided to spice things up for the video.

I dropped to my knees.

"How may I serve you mistress?"

"My you do learn fast." Mary sneered. "I require the services of your tongue
and cock again." She bent over the back of the settee. "Remove my jodhpurs." As
I pulled them down, I could see her white, fat arse was smeared with nasty
brown marks.

The session that followed was worse than before, Mary demanding more extreme
service from me. Sufficient to say that it involved a lot of oral cleansing
involving large amounts of nasty substances culminating with extremely violent
anal sex. By the time I finished Mary was lying bent over the settee back
moaning with pleasure, her torn anus gaping open and a slick of blood and spunk
dribbling down her inner thighs.

"Excellent slave," she gasped, "I have never before been satisfied better than
this." She gasped. I couldn't have asked for a better postscript to the video
footage.

That evening Helen came round to my house with the video tape. I quickly
reviewed it to confirm it was what I needed. Helen's camera work was excellent
catching every angle and sound. So good that when it reached the part showing
Mary sucking on my shit and blood smeared cock, she ran from the room gagging.

Later, Helen returned looking pasty faced.

"Sorry, that was so disgusting that I had to puke. How could you do those
things?"

"It wasn't easy, Helen." I admitted. "More than once I nearly puked myself."

We repeated the process with the other members of the mafia except for Lucy. It
wasn't so easy getting Helen in a position to film these encounters and I had
to use a tape recorder instead on two occasions. Finally I had all the evidence
I needed and I set up a meeting with the ladies through the simple expedient of
ignoring the pager.

Within an hour of my disobeying their summons, the five women were at my door.
Helen was with me in the lounge.

"Come in ladies," I was very polite, "please sit down."

"We warned you what would happen if you disobeyed us," Mary scowled, holding
the envelope containing their evidence. She looked at Helen with surprise.
"What are you doing here?"

"Alright ladies, shut up." It was show time. "I have something for you to
enjoy."

First I played the video then the audio recording. It was a joy to watch the
looks of horror on the women's faces.

"I wonder what would be the reaction if this information became common
knowledge." I asked rhetorically.

"Tell me Mary, do you think the organisers of the hunt ball would be impressed
with the sight of you sucking on a shit covered cock?"

"How about you, Mrs Oswald, would the Bishop like your predilection for dirty
sex?"

"As for Miss Stubbens and Miss Hopkins, the village will love to hear about the
private pleasures of such two respectable spinsters."

"Finally, as for you, Mrs Jessop," her face blanched in fear, "I intend to take
no action whatsoever. I have deliberately not gathered any evidence against
you. I know that you didn't want to get involved and were bullied by the others
to use me. I don't hold it against you. To be honest, you are the only one of
the five of you whom I enjoyed. You may leave if you wish and please feel free
to contact me in the future should you require further, er..., servicing."

Lucy Jessop smiled gratefully and left as quickly as she could. All of the
remaining women looked pale and sick with horror except for Mary. Giving a grin
of triumph she launched her broadside.

"No-one will believe a convicted burglar," she grinned, waving the envelope in
the air.

"Please check your evidence, Mary. I believe you will find that some nasty
person has been tinkering with it." My turn to grin.

With a slowly increasing look of horror Mary frantically looked through the
papers. Finally she realised, the evidence was useless.

"Another point," I added, "I believe it's illegal for you to be in possession
of police records. You and whoever supplied you are in serious trouble."

"What do you want?" Mary asked on behalf the now defeated Northcote mafia.

"Not a great deal, ladies. Your interference has cost me something of the order
of one hundred and fifty thousand pounds in lost earnings as well as the
emotional damage caused by me having to do some particularly distasteful
services. You, Mary, are particularly to blame. You cannot begin to appreciate
the disgust that I experienced licking your foul body or Helen felt seeing you
do it. What I want is simple, money. Mary will give me one hundred thousand
pounds. The other three of you will give me a further fifty thousand between
you. In return I will give you the only copy of the video tape. You have a week
to supply the money after that the tape goes to the local paper, the bishop and
the parochial church council."

"How can we trust you?" Mary asked.

"You have no choice. If you had been in the criminal fraternity you would
understand the code of ethics that most of us adhere to. You may be surprised
to realise that I operate to a finer code of ethics than you so called honest
citizens." These people didn't understand the concept of respect.

"And one final thing, Helen stays with me, she has already removed her clothes
from the manor."

"Why?" Mary looked horrified.

"Quite simple mother." Helen spat. "You treated me like dirt because I wouldn't
conform to your aspirations. I didn't want to attend your petty social
functions or fuck with the snotty brats of your friends to help promote your
status. Then you arrange to have my virginity taken for me. You're beneath
contempt and I don't want to share a home with a woman who fucks like a pig and
enjoys the taste of her own shit. Henry has shown me what decent sex is about
and has shown me that I can have respect for myself in spite of my size."

Mary went pale of this verbal assault.

"Oh yes, I will also want part of my inheritance in advance, say half a
million."

Mary went pale and spluttered in reply. "I don't have that sort of money."

"Shut up, Mother. I know exactly what you're worth. You have at least a million
and a half in easily accessible assets. The choice is yours, pay up or lose
your place in county social circles for ever." Mary dropped her eyes, we knew
she had conceded defeat. Social ostracism would have been a fate worse than
death.

"Oh, one final thing, Mother. You will not cut me out of your will. We will
visit your solicitor tomorrow and have a codicil added to you will ensuring
that you can never cut me out my inheritance. Mr Jones will act as witness."
Her mother nodded silently not bothering to look up.

"Well, ladies, that's all that needs to be said. I don't want to see any of you
again except for Mary who will deliver my money, in cash. Now, if you'll excuse
the term, fuck off." I had had enough of these people.

After I shut the door I returned to the lounge. Helen was sat on the settee,
legs spread wide and her skirt riding up. I could see her cotton covered crotch
peeping between her thighs.

"On your knees, slave."

"Yes mistress," I replied.

"Take my foot and remove my sock."

I complied, enjoying the sight and feel of her slightly sweaty plump foot.

"Now my slave. You promised to be grateful for any help I gave to you. It's
payback time. You will begin by licking my foot."

As I raised her foot to my mouth I smelled the subtle blend of her soap and a
slightly sweaty smell - a wonderful combination.

"It will be my pleasure mistress," I replied as I took her sweet, moist, big
toe into my mouth.