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The feel of the silk stocking gliding over her freshly shaved legs was one that make her body tremble slightly in expectation. She could feel the wetness building in her nether regions as she fixed the clips to the stocking top and stood to briefly admire herself in the mirror. The bra he’d chose fit perfectly, she knew he’d want her without knickers, and the skirt was extremely short with a blouse that was see through enough to leave not much to the imagination. She finished off the outfit with a trench coat that sat just below the length of the skirt.
She knew he wasn’t in as he’d left earlier that day, a message to her phone telling her instructions were left downstairs after she’d got dressed. Unsure of where he was turned her on slightly but ultimately she knew her day ahead would be at his control due to a recent failing he assured her he’d punish.
The instructions were clear. Catch the 1143 train to Nottingham, don’t sit down, keep your coat unfastened and DO NOT resist any approach. She squirmed slightly as she took in his words, her pussy getting wetter which slightly annoyed her as she knew she was turned on but didn’t want to be so horny. The train would be full of football fans so he’d chosen his time very carefully.
The late January breeze was enough to bring a slight chill to her as she made her way to the station, her clit getting a chill and her nipples stiffening against her blouse. She felt as if she was being watched with every step but couldn’t see anyone as she made her way through the estate and to her destination.
The platform was packed and the unmistakable smell of alcohol filled the air as she remembered to unfasten her coat. The train was certainly going to be very busy and she found herself admiring her other half’s plan as she took in the surroundings. Eyes were now definitely on her, her nipples bullet hard in the fresh air, her 38C chest straining hard against the material. She was horny but nervous as the train pulled up.
Sitting was never going to be an option so she deliberately aimed for a crowd of guys that appeared to be in their 30s and 40s rather than the younger fans hoping she’d get an easier time. Only time would tell. |
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 This has a great start to what could be an amazing story, Op knows how to make people horny with words and wanting more. Can’t wait for the next bit, this is definitely sounding like a scenario I want to try with Jayne. (Which I’m sure she’d enjoy too.) |
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The train had barley left the station when her phoned pinged. It was him. ‘You look the perfect slut surrounded by all those men’ it started, ‘now be a good girl and bend over, those lads look as if they’re ready to see more of you’, a chill rushing through her as she digested the words, a temptation to look for him spreading through her but she knew she couldn’t.
She put the phone back in her handbag, zipped it securely and began her act of fumbling the bag, dropping it to the floor. “Shit” she cursed for effect as she automatically bent over, not bending from the knee so her skirt would ride high. A silence fell from those around her. “Fuuuuuck” a voice whispered, clearly someone who’d seen exactly what she wanted him to see. She fumbled again, staying down there longer than intended, a slight turn allowing more people a clear view.
She stood up and readjusted herself, avoiding eye contact with anyone but fully aware that eyes were burning into her. The train slowed to a stop at the next station, another large number of people getting on. She moved back slightly nearer to the original group of guys, bodies now pressed against hers as the train was pushed to its limits on numbers.
She felt a hand brush over her backside and pushed back towards it but it didn’t stay. A tinge of disappointment hit her but another hand touched her and this time it was in no rush to move. Her right butt cheek was fully cupped as she felt it squeeze. She couldn’t turn if she wanted to given the numbers but she felt herself open her legs slightly. “Good girl” a husky voice whispered behind her.
Her pussy throbbed as she took his words in. She pushed her bum back and felt her skirt being lifted as a hand gently rubbed over the exposed skin between her stocking tops and bum cheeks. “She’s a horny fucker” another voice observed, two different hands now playing with her as she waited to see what they’d do next, her body full of hope and nerves as she managed to peak at her watch and saw there was only 10 minutes left of the journey.
She had no idea where she found the courage from but in an act defying anything she’d done before she lifted her skirt up over her bum, a sight that anyone looking down would never forget. Her calculations were good though as nobody could look down apart from the two guys behind her and she waited for their next move. She didn’t have to wait long! |
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A finger pushed up into her, the owners hand feeling like it belonged to a manual worker. She was wet and it slid in easily, the rough texture of his skin rubbing against her smooth pussy lips. A second finger joined, her legs wobbling slightly as she adjusted her stance to accommodate them. By feel she could tell it belonged to the same guy, a voice quietly telling her how much he approved of her wetness.
The other guy joined the party, his finger lubed with spit rubbing against her bum. She was in no position to resist and hoped he’d be gentle, the train hitting a rough patch of line and becoming quite shaky as both guys explored her. It was becoming more seedy by the minute, her mind racing but her confidence high as she knew nobody else had a clue. A song had broke out and guys were passionately expressing their love for their team as her pussy was pumped harder and the second guy finally pushed into her arse.
“Oooh you dirty bitch” he said approvingly, “a married woman like you letting two guys play with your pussy” he hissed as he grabbed her right hand and brought it back behind her. His cock was thick as he guided her to it and without any instruction she began wanking it fast knowing the station was a matter of minutes away. She wanted it inside her but that would never happen so she focused on making him cum.
The surrealness of the situation meant she didn’t have to wait long. She felt him swell in her hand before hearing a grunt and feeling his cum hit her exposed bum cheek. It felt like a lot and she knew she’d have no way of cleaning herself up. She felt the fingers leave her, a moment of disappointment, but soon realised they were seconds away from stopping.
The train emptied quickly and she had no way of doing anything other than pulling her skirt back down, cum still over her arse as she stepped off the train. Her phone pinged immediately. It was her husband. ‘You know where to go’ it read, another following shortly after. ‘You appear to have some fluid dripping down your right leg. Do not clean it up’. She really wanted to look for him but didn’t.
She knew she was to be punished today but so far she’d had nothing resembling punishment, in fact, in some ways it had all been pleasure. She checked her maps, saw that it would take 5 minutes to get to where she was aiming for and set off still horny and excited but wary of her tormentors mind and what he had planned. |
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Oh wow yes! As always with all your "work" this so good. So glad i messaged you yesterday!
I can imagine all of what you describe happening. Where can I bump into this lady? Hehe.
Don't keep us waiting to long for more! |
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As she set off walking across town she took the time to reflect on how it had got to this point.
HER STORY.
I met John not long after I left school. He’s a couple of years older than me and all I’ve really ever known in terms of lovers. He’s a lovely guy but I’d gotten to that point where I needed to see more of the world and what it could offer me.
At 5’7 leggy and busty I’d always attracted compliments but I’d never been encouraged to show my assets dressing in conservative clothes resembling a librarian. I wasn’t allowed to wear anything else. Sex was infrequent and always in the same position and I only ever saw porn if I could get on my phone when John fell asleep.
I was happy but stuck in a hamster wheel when I met Trish at work. She was everything I hoped I’d be one day. Carefree, loud and very flirtatious she made me laugh all too often at things I probably shouldn’t have laughed at. We got on well and out of the blue I got an invite to a house party where a rep would be selling sex toys. I instantly knew John would say no but just had to go, lying to him so I could get out for the night.
It was a night like no other I’d ever been to and feeling brave and spontaneous I found myself buying a vibrator, worry coming over me as to how as I was going to a) get it in the house and b) hide it. I hatched a plan and the following morning when John went for his papers I let myself go and eased the toy deep inside myself.
I climaxed in a way I never knew possible and with my new found confidence I went for a second go totally unaware that John had come home sooner than expected. I’ll never forget the look on his face as he caught me legs wide open, my moans filling the air as I pleasured myself.
His reaction wasn’t what I expected! He remained calm but made accusations that were far from true, his cock visibly growing as I remained naked in-front of him. No woman of mine behaves like this and gets away with it. You deserved to be punished and if you want to behave like a whore I’ll treat you like one.
My pussy ached from the toy but his words made me want more. This wasn’t punishment, it’s what I had waited for in what felt like years but I had to pretend I was upset and obeyed everything he said.
As she took in the last few weeks and thought of John following her she noticed she’d arrived at her destination. Her insides tightened as she applied more lipstick and stepped inside. |
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His eyes never left her as she exited the station and followed the directions he’d previously given her. She’d clearly had some form of experience on the train and his cock strained against his jeans as he thought to himself how horrified she’d be.
He kept his distance knowing she’d never turn around and grew a bit edgy as she stopped outside the building he’d sent her to. He’d wanted to turn her into a slut for ages but found her too prudish to push any boundaries and the next hour or so would define the rest of their relationship. He knew he’d taken a gamble but he was prepared to take that risk.
It was time for his phone to vibrate, a recognisable number telling him he could see Becky and was he sure he wanted to continue. He thumbed a reply quickly confirming he was good to go.
Becky disappeared into the building and he sprung into action. Walking around the back of the building he saw his way in and wanted to get into position to watch the action unfold. |
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She stepped positively into the he unknown, a dark passageway barley lit as she entered through the main door welcoming her. It smelt of damp and instantly felt seedy as she aimed for the only visible door. She jumped slightly as a man stepped into view, a Caribbean drawl to his accent as he asked her for her name.
“I’m Becky” she stuttered slightly as he nodded towards the door and opened it for her. He didn’t introduce himself or say anything else as she blinked in the light and took in her surroundings. A quick head count saw 10 guys sat on various seats all facing towards a stage. All had a drink and most were smoking, a cloud of smoke resembling the olden days hanging on the ceiling.
On stage was a woman Becky guessed was a good 15 years older than her was gyrating half naked, her body encased in a tight basque but her breasts free. A young lad had joined her and was being jeered on as the woman wrapped herself around him paying particular attention to his groin, tugging at his jeans to free his cock.
Becky didn’t move, glued to the spot as she let her mind run. What was going to happen to her? As she stood deep in thought the guy from the alley pushed her gently towards a free seat and placed a drink into her hand. She took a sip and fought really hard to not pull a face as the strong taste hit her tongue.
A cheer disturbed her thoughts as on stage the mystery woman had taken the youngsters cock deep into her mouth. Becky was mesmerised as she watched her head bob up and down on his length, the lads eyes wide in delight as his mates looked envious. He didn’t last long, his legs tightening as he fired a load into her hungry mouth, calls from the crowd expressing their approval. Becky could feel herself getting wet, a slight fear spreading over her as she began to wonder what she’d have to do.
A new guy came over to her. “It’s your turn darling” he grunted as he nodded his head towards the stage. “Leave your bag and coat around the back they’ll be fine, you’re on in 5 minutes”. Her legs felt heavy as she tried to get up. She managed to find the locker room, the other woman cleaning herself up as she took her coat off. “Hi I’m Di” she beamed thrusting out a hand. “They’re a good crowd really so just relax” she advised as she changed out of her basque and into her civvies.
Becky felt like running, her head was fried but her body felt alive and electric. She still had no idea what was in store for her but she’d spent too many years wanting to live and now she finally felt alive. |
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As she stumbled onto stage a quiet cheer sounded. “Oi oi fresh meat” a voice grunted making her feel quite cheap. Without her coat her boobs were far more visible and several voices told her to get them out. She didn’t know what to do. The original guy from the alleyway appeared next to her and loudly announced her as Becky, before going on to explain that Becky loves to give toy shows. She blushed thinking back to when John caught her.
A stool appeared but her attention wasn’t on that but the huge black rubber dildo that sat on top of it. “The boys want to see a show girlfriend, don’t leave them disappointed, and those tits really need to come out” he whispered into her ears as she clearly understood what was expected of her.
Music started and she felt herself swaying slightly, her hands following the curves of her body. She started to unfasten buttons, a wolf whistle encouraging her to go further and within seconds her blouse was on the floor and her heavy bosom was just in a see through bra which drew further praise.
She could feel herself getting wetter, a guy in the front row catching her eye as he unfastened his zip. She nodded encouragement and simultaneously in clipped her bra revealing her boobs as his cock flopped out of his jeans. She’d already decided she’d keep her skirt on, lifting it up over her waist revealing her commando midriff and stocking tops. “Dirty bitch forget her panties, she’s fucking soaking look” a man admired as Becky just winked. She was really beginning to enjoy herself but the site of the toy quickly made her refocus due to its size.
Nothing ventured nothing gained she said to herself, her pep talk preparing her for the unknown. It was heavy as she lifted it and sat down, her right leg going up on a nearby box so her pussy spread for the audience. She felt the room go quieter as they anticipated her next move, Becky decided to lick the end of the toy as she pushed two fingers into herself in preparation.
She shocked herself at how wet she was, the lad in-front of her now with a raging hard on as he casually joined her on stage, took her fingers and seductively licked them clean. “You taste amazing” he complimented her as he pushed his own cock towards her mouth and placed the toy against her sex.
A big deep breath and she took the plunge. The initial pain soon left as she marvelled at how well it slid inside her but she had no time to dwell on it as the lads cock entered her mouth, it’s tip salty and wet as his pre cum leaked. She’d dreamt of this and it was better than she’d ever imagined as she began to fuck herself and concentrate on the cock. |
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From his vantage position high up a cocktail of excitement and anger filled him. The thrill of seeing his other half in a potential state of humiliation had got him hard but as he stared intently he didn’t see the pain in her eyes he’d hoped for. As he looked at her taking a strangers cock expertly, her pussy taking the dildo and the crowd encouraging her to keep going he could see pleasure and lust in her eyes, a look he’d never seen before.
He wanted to leave, he wanted to rush on stage and stop it but he’d made a commitment and couldn’t back out now. She didn’t know he visited here regularly, he’d kept it from her since day one and he couldn’t lose face amongst the few close friends he’d got here. He’d always promised them a new girl but hadn’t told any of them it was his own partner.
Back on stage Becky could feel her climax nearing as she continued her assault on the strangers cock. She could have sworn it had thickened which made her more determined to milk it dry. It was obvious she’d cum and the crowd cheered as her body jerked. The young lad took his cue, pulled the back of her head gently and emptied himself inside her mouth.
She took everything he gave her, her hand massaging his balls so he delivered a full load. She swallowed hard not releasing any tension on his cock which softened slightly. She felt fantastic. He pulled out and she made no attempt to rearrange herself, her pussy and boobs still on full view as she blew a kiss to the crowd, bowed slightly and waved a she left the stage.
As she exited backstage the guy she’d first met upon arrival stood beaming. “Wow, you were very popular lady” his accent deep and seductive. “Maybe we should invite you back” he laughed knowing full well how this had been organised. Becky snatched his phone and typed her number in it. “Well, now you have the opportunity” she smiled before disappearing into the changing rooms where another lady was waiting.
“Hi, I’m Abby” a smiley attractive woman with a north east accent grinned. “That sounded like you have lots of fun” she continued as Becky told her everything. “I’m really hoping for some black cock” Abby confessed, “I’ve heard about this place and have travelled especially” she continued. “Go and get it” Becky advised, “there’s plenty out there”. For no reason she could comprehend she gave Abby her number too, straightened herself up and made to leave knowing there’d be a message on her phone to read. She chose to ignore it for now, aiming instead for the bar near the station and a bit of her time.
Her relationship had changed in those few moments she spent on stage. He wanted to own her, to control everything she does and if was his way of trying to punish her she couldn’t wait to betray him again. |
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It wasn’t until she sat down and took a long sip of her drink that she checked her phone. A simple text from him told her ‘see you at home’. He hadn’t used x’s as normal and she knew he’d be raging. She didn’t care and enjoyed her drink before ordering another. The football game had just started and she thought about waiting until the end and sharing a train home but saw an earlier train and an opportunity to have a drink on her own turf before heading home.
There was a good mix of people in the bar she’d chose and she had to remind herself she was knickerless and wearing a see through blouse before she got too comfy. She swapped smiles with a few guys and hoped someone would come over but her phone pinged, a different tone to the one she had saved for him and her curiosity got the better of her.
A number not saved to her phone contained an attachment she opened hurriedly. A thick looking black cock was coated in juices as the camera zoomed in. The white pussy looked full and Becky felt herself twinge down below as a second text came through. ‘Hi, it’s Abby, fuck me you weren’t wrong, there’s cock everywhere, I hope you don’t mind me messaging?’
Becky smiled and messaged back. ‘Wow, wow, wow, that looks amazing, thank you for sharing’. The girls swapped messages and Becky told her new friend where she was. They agreed to meet even though train times meant they’d only have 20 minutes before Abby had to go back up north. Becky got the drinks in and couldn’t wait to hear the story. The pictures had really captured her imagination and she wished she’d stayed and seen it for herself. |
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There meet was hurried but the girls clicked. Abby gave a brief of how she’d ended up on stage, a spit roast from two black cocks being the undoubted highlight of her afternoon. “My pussy is still throbbing now” she blushed, Becky smiling and opening her legs to show her new friend that hers too was still swollen. They swapped a look and Becky wished they could stay longer but as she walked her new friend to her train they agreed to keep in touch. With Becky on the main London to Edinburgh train line Abby could easily get down from Newcastle or vice versa.
Becky’s train left not long after Abby’s and she managed to get a seat this time. She swapped messages with Abby for a bit before her station neared. She’d already made her mind up as to where she was heading but hadn’t yet decided if she wanted to continue her naughty streak or quit while she was ahead!
Only time would tell and she strode off purposefully into town looking for another drink. She relished the freedom and could go wherever she liked choosing a rough looking pub rather than the swankier establishments further into town. She was hatching a plan.
She could feel eyes burning into her as she made her way to the bar. The clientele was very male and most still wore clothes they’d clearly had on at work that morning. Sport dominated the screens and she ordered herself a pint from a barmaid that shot her filthy looks at every opportunity. It was clear she was normally the male’s attention but Becky had upstaged her in not only age but definitely looks.
She longed to play pool and with the table empty she made her way over thumbing through her purse for change. It wasn’t until she dropped her coat over the chair arm that she remembered her practically see through top and within seconds a couple of likely lads had made there way over seeing if she needed an opponent. “Well, I’ve played with myself for far too long so yeah that would be great” she beamed, the lads blushing at the innuendo.
“You’re a bit dressed up for in here love ain’t ya” one lad observed, his eyes burning into her chest. “Have ya been out long” he quizzed before introducing himself as Josh. “I’ve been over in Nottingham making new friends” she replied before racking the balls and offering him the break. He didn’t pot anything so she chose the longer shot so her exaggerated lean over the table would show the lads the parts of her outfit they hadn’t yet noticed. Their gasps told her she’d achieved her mission! |
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There was a slight wobble to her walk as she finally tottered up her drive. She’d had an afternoon to remember and had no idea what would await her when she walked in. He was sat watching tv and didn’t say anything as she sat on the sofa opposite him. His eyes were fixed to the screen as she waited for the silence to be broken.
10 minutes had passed and he’d not flinched once so she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. She unfastened her blouse buttons and pulled her breasts from her bra, her nipples hardening as she pinched them to life. Her legs were spread wide, two fingers slipping easily into herself. Her moans were soft but it was her pussy that made the most noise, her juices making her squelchy.
“You’ve done this to me” she whispered. He looked over. “Putting me on stage like that, you know how humiliated I’d get and this afternoon in the pub the lads all wanted me. Is this what you want”? She knew she was lying as she’d loved every moment but she had to feed his ego and make him think he was in control.
He didn’t say a word as he stood and made his way to her. Releasing his cock he began to wank, her fingers speeding up at the sight of him masturbating. He breath started to shorten as he sped up and he didn’t last long firing his heavy load over her chest. “Clean it up” he snapped as she looked him fully in the eye and scooped the cum into her mouth. She kicked her lips for effect, noticing his cock twitch in approval. She made herself cum and made no attempt to cover up hoping he’d fuck her.
“Your disobedience will be punished, you don’t get to parade yourself around our town without my say so” his voice all serious as she fought hard to not smile. She wanted punishing and she knew he’d up the ante now and that turned her on even more. She had to think how she could tell him about Abby but for now she decided to keep that a secret. |
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He went out the next morning saying he’d be an hour or so. Within seconds of him leaving she was in her mobile. She text Abby good morning and her new friend replied almost immediately, the call switching to FaceTime. Abby was still in bed and as she sat up to concentrate on the call she exposed her boobs without a care in the world, Becky blushing slightly but admiring their fullness.
“So what did you do when you got back to town?” the northerner quizzed. Becky told her about the pub and the two lads she’d played pool with. “I felt so naughty flashing them my pussy, but it turned me on so much I just didn’t care” she confessed, Abby beaming in approval as Becky told her the tale. “You should have gone further” Abby suggested with a cheeky wink. “I did wonder” Becky confessed, a tinge of regret in her voice.
“So, have you ever been with another woman” Abby asked, surprising Becky with how forward she was. “No babe I haven’t had the opportunity but I think I’d like to” she replied, Abby sitting further upright as if she was going to spring into action. She didn’t flinch as she threw back her duvet. She was completely naked, opened her legs teasingly and asked Becky if she liked her body. “Hell yeah, I love your curves” she grinned as she found herself tugging her own bits off showing Abby her goods.
The compliments were coming from everywhere as Abby bit gently on her own lip and began to play with herself. Becky was glued to the screen as she watched intently, Abby’s fingers shiny in juices. She felt herself get wet and began to touch herself, carefree with a like minded woman. Both of them came quickly but made no attempt to cover up after, their bodies glowing as they came down off their high.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost” Becky laughed as she noticed Abby had dried up of conversational points. “I’m OK” she replied, “but I think you need to turn around”. In the excitement of her first ever camera session she hadn’t heard him come back earlier than she expected. He stood at the doorway looking stern but clearly aroused from what he saw. He unzipped his flies and told her to kill the phone call. Becky winked at Abby and mouthed “speak soon” before turning and seeing his cock rick hard and expectant.
“Who the fuck was that?” he snapped. “I’ll tell you in a minute, now take advantage of my very wet cunt and fuck me now” she replied in a confidence he’d never heard before, the tone of her voice arousing him more than he’d expected. |
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Things had returned to normal for a couple of days. Becky and Abby had text at every available moment but she was careful at home as she waited for him to announce his plans. The silence on that subject her bothered her more than she thought it would. She’d started to dress a bit nicer, wearing clothes she’d always wanted to. She took her time and worked towards a full transformation but she’d done a lot of shopping and had it all ready for when the time was right.
It was Wednesday afternoon at work when a text came that made her sit up and pay attention. As she read it the hairs on her body stood up as the adrenaline soared through her veins. His message was clear…..too clear as fear gripped her. He’d certainly done his research this time. Upon leaving work come out the main doors and turn left it started. Between the estate agents and bank there is an alleyway and half way down an opening we fucked in years ago. You’ll find a bag there containing clothes you’ve to change into. You will change in the alley.
It went on to detail what she should do next but she was shaking that much she’d have to read it again to understand. Her watch told her she had an hour before finishing. She was wearing a trousers suit so was fairly confident that putting a skirt on would be easy but had no idea how she’d hide the top half but her biggest worry was the cameras they’ve put up, non of which were there when they had played down there a few years back.
“Are you ok, you look like you’ve lost colour” Joe in accounts asked as he walked back. “Yeah all good” she lied in reply as she re read the message hoping it had changed. It clearly hadn’t. The time ticked by and finally it was time to leave. Grabbing her coat she hung back slightly trying to avoid anyone asking why she was going the other way.
She made a dash for it, reaching the alley in seconds. Half way she could picture the slight opening, no bigger than a phone box and as promised, tucked away in the corner was a carrier bag that contained whatever he’d chosen for her. She was trembling as she reached for it, yea time traffic building nearby and worryingly other people using the alley. |
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She guessed there’d be heels and she was right, she also suspected there’d be a short dress and that was confirmed but the item of clothing that totally blindsided her was the fishnet body stocking, the cut out holes for her boobs and pussy meaning one very clear and obvious thing….at some point in the next few minutes she’d be naked! She froze while she made a plan, weighing up the options available to her as she calculated how to completely change outfits.
A couple walking towards her disturbed her peace, Becky pretending to type into her phone keeping the attention off her. They soon scuttled past and Becky laid out her new outfit thankful it was dry and mild enough. She slid out of her work shoes and took off her jacket. With a bit of contortion she also managed to get out of her bra, another couple meaning a slight pause. She was now at her cross roads and knew she’d have to be swift.
Her eyes strained hard and she peeped either way down the alley before whipping her trousers and knickers off in one swift movement. She tugged at the stocking pulling it up over her legs, quickly followed by the dress. Her blouse covered her boobs still as she slid into the heels. A woman on her own came down the alley, glared a bit at Becky, her eyes drawn towards the clothes. “It’s ok love I’m on a promise and couldn’t wait to get home” she smiled sarcastically, the woman tutting before hurrying off.
Becky was charged and finished her quick change pulling her blouse quickly over her head. She felt smug, a feeling that was soon shattered as a camera flash momentarily blinded her. “Fucking hell, look at those tits, they’re gorgeous”. She knew the voice. “Abby?”, her friend coming into view, very similarly attired as her face broke into a huge grin. “Hurry up you flasher” her mate encouraged, “your plans have changed slightly and I’m here to make sure you have the best night ever”.
Before Becky could reply Abby had pushed her tongue into her mouth as she helped Becky finish getting dressed, her hands busy on Becky’s curves. “Come on princess” she beamed, “your chariot awaits”. |
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The man in the mask looked familiar by his frame but the room was half lit and Becky’s eyes were scanning every inch to see what she could make out. Abby’s confidence turned her on enormously and she’d already ditched her dress, the same body stocking showing off all her gorgeous glory. In total Becky counted 5 guys, two that seemed as if they were there to spectate and three that clearly weren’t, there clothes already being discarded.
“Have you ever dreamt of so much black cock” Abby grinned as Becky took in the delight of young, hard bodies and ever growing penises. “I think it’s dream come true time” she laughed as Abby knelt on a nearby bean bag and reached out for the first cock she could grab. Becky was slightly more reserved for now, circling the action before taking her dress off and sitting on a stool. Her hands automatically reached for her pussy, her wetness greater than any she’d previously experienced. She caught a shadow at the back of the room. There was no mistake who it was and if he wanted to see her punished then two lads were quickly heading her way and she was more than happy to oblige.
The first lad pushed his cock towards her mouth and she welcomed it enthusiastically, the other burying his head between her legs and lapping away like there was no tomorrow. From the corner of her eye she could already see Abby riding her playmate, her moans loud and wild as she barked at him to ruin her. Hearing this made Becky wetter and her jaw stretched wider to take the cock further into the back of her throat.
The lad between her legs made her cum quickly and now stood presenting his cock. With some resentment she had the tips of both against her lips, her tongue flicking alternatively over their bell ends. They were both much bigger than anything she’d had before and she was longing for them to be inside her. As if he’d heard her thoughts one of the boys told her to bend over the stool. “That pussy looks like it needs some loving” he grinned as he walked himself to maximum stiffness. |
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"A finger pushed up into her, the owners hand feeling like it belonged to a manual worker. She was wet and it slid in easily, the rough texture of his skin rubbing against her smooth pussy lips. A second finger joined, her legs wobbling slightly as she adjusted her stance to accommodate them. By feel she could tell it belonged to the same guy, a voice quietly telling her how much he approved of her wetness.
The other guy joined the party, his finger lubed with spit rubbing against her bum. She was in no position to resist and hoped he’d be gentle, the train hitting a rough patch of line and becoming quite shaky as both guys explored her. It was becoming more seedy by the minute, her mind racing but her confidence high as she knew nobody else had a clue. A song had broke out and guys were passionately expressing their love for their team as her pussy was pumped harder and the second guy finally pushed into her arse.
“Oooh you dirty bitch” he said approvingly, “a married woman like you letting two guys play with your pussy” he hissed as he grabbed her right hand and brought it back behind her. His cock was thick as he guided her to it and without any instruction she began wanking it fast knowing the station was a matter of minutes away. She wanted it inside her but that would never happen so she focused on making him cum.
The surrealness of the situation meant she didn’t have to wait long. She felt him swell in her hand before hearing a grunt and feeling his cum hit her exposed bum cheek. It felt like a lot and she knew she’d have no way of cleaning herself up. She felt the fingers leave her, a moment of disappointment, but soon realised they were seconds away from stopping.
The train emptied quickly and she had no way of doing anything other than pulling her skirt back down, cum still over her arse as she stepped off the train. Her phone pinged immediately. It was her husband. ‘You know where to go’ it read, another following shortly after. ‘You appear to have some fluid dripping down your right leg. Do not clean it up’. She really wanted to look for him but didn’t.
She knew she was to be punished today but so far she’d had nothing resembling punishment, in fact, in some ways it had all been pleasure. She checked her maps, saw that it would take 5 minutes to get to where she was aiming for and set off still horny and excited but wary of her tormentors mind and what he had planned. "
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Her legs wobbled like jelly as she braved herself for his full length. She was wet enough to take him but not quite prepared for the thickness of his shaft. He eased in initially but gave her the full length in one swift thrust that made her yelp in surprise. He gripped her hips while the other lad fed his cock into her hungry mouth. Her moans were stifled unlike Abby’s who’s loud cries filled the air. Becky looked across to see her new friend taking a pounding, the masked guy now watching from a matter of inches away, his hand in his trousers bringing himself to life. Becky longer to see how big he was, jealous of what Abby might shortly be taking. She tried to see the shadow at the back of the room but couldn’t see any movement. She hoped he was getting everything out of this he wanted as once again she was turned on more than he’d ever know.
The two lads pleasuring her changed positions but she got no let up as the new cock in her pussy gave it to her just as hard as the first. She could taste herself on the first guy, her moans suitably muffled as she hoped they’d both deliver her a creamy load. She wanted to call out for them to fuck her harder but couldn’t be seen to be enjoying herself when after all this had meant to be a punishment. Her mind distracted to how she could piss him off again but she jerked back into life when her mouth flooded with cum, a heavy load filling her mouth. The cock made no attempt to move as she gulped down greedily.
“Fill her up bro” he told his mate who thrust harder before a long loud groan announced he’d delivered his load deep in her pussy. She was totally spent as she stayed leant against the stool, her whole body trembling slightly as she waited to see what happened next. Abby stood and looked at her and smiled. “I think she’s ready” she said calmly, Becky confused as to what she meant.
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The feel of Abby’s tongue flicking over her arse made Becky squeal. It was the last thing she’d expected but it felt amazing. She did it again, this time really pushing her tongue into Becky’s arse as a finger slipped into her pussy. Becky was partially frozen to the spot as she adjusted to the new sensation. She felt Abby scoop out the cum and rub it over her arsehole, a shiver passing through her body as she did.
Three boys appeared in front of her, their cocks in various states of hardness. She wanted to reach for them but still had to carry off the punishment angle when all she wanted was cock. Something behind her changed but she was too focused on the lads to pay attention. One had started to tug on her nipples when a new sensation swept through her that completely froze her in her tracks.
She felt pressure against her arse and as all the alarms went off in her body the cock pushed into her anus. “Fuuuucccckkk” she cried as a mixture of pleasure and pain ripped through her. He paused for a fraction before pushing in deeper, Becky practically buckling under the feeling.
Hands rescued her, putting her upright as he found a rhythm and she began to relax. Two of the lads had taken Abby, her hungry body taking two cocks at the same time down below while she called out encouragingly to Becky. Camera flashes were going off but she didn’t care, her body loving the experience. Abby and her two playmates ended up in a sticky mess and moments later Becky felt the tell tale signs the guy inside her was going to cum.
His body collapsed against hers as he emptied himself in her. “Ya have a fucking lovely backside” he said approvingly, his accent distinct and familiar, Becky recognising it from a few days earlier when he’d met her and directed her onto stage. He eased himself out and left without further word. The younger lads rounded up their things leaving Abby and Becky, Becky’s head searching the shadows to see if they were alone.
“Wow, I bet that’s a different night to the one you thought you were having when you left for work this morning?” Abby laughed as she walked over and hugged Becky. “No shit” Becky laughed but I’m not sure it’s over yet she added. “Oh, how come?” Abby quizzed. “Because my tongue needs to taste you” Becky grinned as she lowered Abby to the ground and dropped onto her knees. |
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She could still taste Abby on her lips as she made the walk home. She contemplated putting her work gear back on to avoid the publics eyes but she was that aroused, the gentle evening breeze blowing against her pussy and stiffening her nipples as the thing material of the dress fought to keep her warm. Every little change in wind or temperature brought a new feeling to body parts that stung slightly from the action, a nice sting that she saw as medals as her boundaries continued to be stretched.
Her head was fuzzy with what to do next. It was a small town and she loved her new life but was very conscious of discretion and at this point of the other life John was living. How had he befriended the guys that he was happy enough to let fuck her?
Some guys out on a run stared a bit too long which made her smile. She knew she looked hot and wanted to look like this more often. The walk had helped her pull a few loose ends together and by the time she reached the end of her street a plan had hatched in her head. He’d either accept it and embrace the new life together or he wouldn’t and she’d leave him. She’d saved very well for a few years and work would let her have a sabbatical if needed.
She was shaking a bit with nerves as she walked towards her front door but her pussy had got wet, Becky smiling to herself in her bodies back of betrayal. The TV was on so clearly he was up, Becky dumping her stuff in the hallway, pulling off the dress and entering the front room with all on display, John looking like Christmas and his birthday had all come at once.
He went to speak but she shushed him. “It’s my turn to tell you what’s going to happen. Sit there, be quiet and listen well. If you don’t like it, I’ll leave, if you do like it then you have some making up to do and this pussy still needs more attention before bed”. His fave was a picture as she broke out into a full speech. |
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Apologies for all the silly typos, I’m often in a rush!!
Becky launched into a full on speech about her life, her appearance and most importantly her sexual desires and needs. His jaw hit the floor as she told him that not once had these so called punishments made her feel humiliated, quite the contrary as they’d woken a beast within her. Her nipples visibly stiffened as she continued to tell him about her new found want for more cock and more risk but she needed his cock more and he had to be willing to fuck her when she needed him.
She could see that he’d grown hard listening to her words, her body on full display in-front of him, the realisation in his face that what he’d got was what other guys dreamed of. They swapped a look and he knew what it meant, his hands tugging at his belt to free his length. Becky smiled as he inched his trousers down over his knees and leant back in the chair.
“Look at how sexy my bum is” she whispered as she turned and wiggled her arse in front of his face. He went to grab it but she told him quite firmly that he wasn’t allowed to touch. She gripped his cock and smiled at how thick it felt. Nowhere near as big as the guys earlier but more than enough for what she wanted. She rubbed him against her labia and she felt him shudder as her wetness coated the tip of his cock. “Feels nice doesn’t it?” she called out knowing he wouldn’t reply. “But it’ll feel much nicer in here” she continued as she presented the tip of his length to her arse and impaled herself down onto him.
“Jeeeeez” he sighed as he marvelled at what she’d just done, her arse muscles gripping onto him as she’d reversed back, her hands gripping his thighs as she began to bounce up and down gently. She could feel her boobs clapping on her chest as she picked up the pace, his length pulsating inside her as she got quicker and quicker.
“Add your load to the others” she said in a tone he’d never heard before, a wild edge to her voice as she moaned louder than he’d ever heard. “Cum in me you dirty bastard” she barked, her hair slapping him in the face as she milked him expertly. He couldn’t hold back and cried a loud moan as he emptied himself deep inside her. “Mmmm good boy” she complimented. “Tonight you’re mine, but tomorrow I’m back to being disobedient so you can plot more adventures…..but don’t expect me to dress so sensibly”.
She couldn’t see his face but the wide grin spread firmly across it told him he was going to enjoy this relationship even more. |
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Heads turned as Becky walked down the High St like she owned it. Skirts and dresses were now worn permanently above knee length, her shapely legs catching the eye of many. A couple of inches off her hair had given her a new look and the appearance of make up completed the transformation. Colleagues were gobsmacked at the new version of her but it was behind closed doors where the real transformation had hadn’t.
She’d become totally rampant and they fucked like newly weds on honeymoon. Toys had been ordered, more new lingerie and for the first time in what felt like years they watched porn together, her viewing preferences catching John off guard. The lines had been drawn and she was waiting for an opportunity to appropriately misbehave so he could make another of his master plans. As much as she adored his cock she loved having others!
A drink after work with the girls had got a bit rowdy seeing a couple of them having to go home earlier than anticipated leaving Becky and the new admin girl Amy still going strong. Becky grilled her about her love life as Amy confessed it had been a while since she’d got laid. The alcohol meant she was perhaps more loose lipped than normal confessing to Becky she was a bit of a goer a few years back. “Absolutely nothing wrong with that babe” Becky beamed, her mind already racing ahead.
A couple more drinks had them a bit squiffy and they danced to the resident disco drawing quite a bit of attention from the others in the pub. Becky gambled and pulled Amy in for a kiss, her colleague unsure to start with but happy to oblige when cheers rang out. They waved to the crowd but Becky new her plan had worked, camera phones pointing their way, some of the owners being mates of her fella.
Surely this public display would set him into action. Her pussy twitched at the thought. There was no way she could ever involve Amy but she grinned at her colleague who was totally unaware of the thoughts she was having. |
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Becky’s gamble had worked and pics of her behaviour had found there way home. He was beginning to understand her thought process and the game she was place, his brain immediately into overdrive as he thought of what he could do next, really wanting to raise the bar and push her to the limits of her comfort zone.
By Saturday night he was all systems go! He said he was off for a couple of hours allowing Becky to catch up on a cam call with Abby, both of them ending up naked as Abby and her fella entertained Becky with a very sexy show. Plans were made to meet up soon, Abby suggesting Leeds as it was half way on the train.
He text her after a couple of hours of being out. Brought you new lingerie and booked a table for tonight. Get your glad rags on I’ll be home in about 30 mins. The message made her happy. He liked to buy expensive lingerie and eat in nice places so she went and ran a bath, found a brand new razor and looked forward to some self indulgence pampering.
The lingerie was laid out all over the bed when she emerged from the en suite, it’s beauty blowing her mind, the labels showing her the make, one she knew was very expensive. She could hear him showering in the main bathroom and wanted to say thank you properly, sliding in behind him and grabbing his cock before could move. He hardened quickly as she kissed his neck, his cock thick and veiny as she upped her pace. She whispered thank you, kissed him deeply and told him to save his cum for later as she would want it for pudding.
He twitched as he took her words in, allowing himself a grin she couldn’t see as he knew exactly what was planned for their evening out. He’d more than raised the bar, he just hoped she’d raise to the challenge. |
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She really was impressed by the lingerie as she slid it over her freshly moisturised body. The bra was predictably see through, his trademark purchase, the thong tiny and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She’d expected stockings when he originally informed her but the opaque black hold ups felt incredible as she eased them up over her thighs.
Her heels were high bringing a definition to her calves she loved and she chose a short red dress she’d recently ordered to finish off the get up. He looked hot in a blazer and smart jeans, a sense of anticipation spreading through her body as she already had thoughts of getting him home later that night.
The taxi was on time and a short ride into town delivered them safely to her favourite Italian restaurant. They greeted the owners like long lost friends, Maria the front of house gobsmacked by her appearance. “You look a million dollars” she beamed as she and Becky swapped kisses on their cheeks. Her favourite wine was already on the table and she already knew what she wanted to eat, not even bothering with the menu!
They left a sizeable tip and promised they’d be back soon as they moved onto a cocktail bar, a table ready and candlelit as they ordered their tipples. “So, where to next” she tried to tease from him as his poker face kicked in and he just winked back. “Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something” she grinned, his face unable to hide a smile as he remembered plans he’d made earlier that day.
It was around half 11 when they finally left the bar and headed for the market square and what she expected to be more drinking options. “Let’s try here” he said, grabbing her hand and leading he her to the lap dancing bar before she could protest. The doormen let them in without charge and as Becky made her way to the bar her path was blocked by a beast of a man who dwarfed them both. “You must be Becky my new girl, come with me and I’ll introduce you to the others” he bossed in an Eastern European accent, her mind struggling to take in his words.
She turned looking for help, a big grin over his face as she realised he’d planned it all. “You’re only working for 90 minutes” the giant explained as he opened a curtain and revealed a group of women applying make up and squeezing themselves into various outfits. “This is Becky” he bellowed as the others offered a variety of welcomes. She slid out of her dress to fit in with the others. “Bloody hell girlfriend, you’re gonna be popular, we’re gonna have to up our game ladies” a blonde girl smiled before she introduced herself as Di. “Where have you worked before” she quizzed before Becky explained she’d never worked in a place like this. |
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Di gave Becky a quick crash course in the do’s and don’ts of stripping, whilst showing her a few tried and tested techniques. She explained how the money worked and suggested she kept a handbag close as some of the don’ts might be relaxed if extra money appeared that she didn’t need to declare. Becky looked a bit confused but Di’s look made it very clear what she was suggesting. She briefed her on how to work the floor saying they’d parade as a pair and her her earning ASAP.
The club was only about half full when her and the others stepped out onto the floor. She could feel eyes burning into her as she tottered about on her heels, her dress long gone as she showed everyone her new lingerie. She didn’t recognise anyone thankfully and couldn’t even see her fella as Di led her by the hand and over to a crowd of guys. They said their hellos and negotiated drinks, the lads not even subtle in how they looked them up and down.
The conversation was easy and blunt but Becky was taken aback by her first dance request when the female in the group asked for a one to one. Di smiled as Becky led her client to the bar where payment was made and a time set. Moving to the back of the club a doorman showed Becky to a private room where she pulled a curtain across and gave them privacy. She sat the client down on the plush velvet chair and started to gyrate to the music.
Eye contact was crucial she kept telling herself as she remembered her instructions and this woman wasn’t shy in making facial expressions that told Becky she approved. She gently bit her lip as Becky released her breasts, their fullness clearly something the client enjoyed. Leaning in she brushed her nipple across her face getting a smell of perfume as she did. Becky dropped to her knees to start a floor show, her client opening her own legs as she did. She couldn’t help but notice her client was commando and made no attempt to hide it as she slid her own undies off, sniffing them before throwing them to the floor.
Becky was loving life as she noticed her client reach for her purse. Signalling for Becky to come nearer she slid a twenty pound note onto her hold up tops and took a quick look towards the curtain before pouncing into life. She kissed Becky passionately while placing a finger against Becky’s pussy. Becky smiled and felt her lips spread, the finger pushing in to knuckle depth. The client licked her finger clean before placing it in her own pussy as Becky continued the dance.
The time ran out and Becky thanked her with another kiss before putting her bits back on. She pocketed the note and led the lady back through to the club. Di grinned as she reappeared. “Don’t get comfy babe, we’ve had a pairs request, you and me. Just follow my lead, the tips could be massive”. Becky felt herself get wetter, her confidence booming as a gent in what she guessed was his late 40s appeared next to Di. |
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The room they entered was downstairs in a part of the club Becky didn’t even know existed. A plush sofa filled most of it and to Becky’s surprise a bottle of bubbles was waiting on ice. The mood lighting was appropriate and the music being played throughout the club was played just loud enough for conversation.
“Derek here is a club regular” Di announced as Derek popped the cork and dropped a substantial amount of notes onto the sofa. Di discretely picked them up, and passed Becky her share as glasses were topped up and Di sat Derek down and began to dance. Becky chose to sit next to him, his arm around her shoulder and gently playing with her nipple.
He eased her out of her bra as Di slid out of hers. She was smaller than Becky but had huge bullet like nipples that stood to full attention. Dereks attention was firmly on them as Di fed him one, Derek greedily lapping away like a man possessed.
Di invited Becky up to dance and they swayed around like teenagers smooching. Kisses were swapped and nipples rubbed together before both removed their knickers. Derek had released his cock and Becky had to look twice, a slight disbelief at its impressive size. Thoughts flooded her mind but Di was a step ahead of her. “He keeps it to himself” she whispered, a slight look of disappointment in her eyes.
Di gently nudged Becky onto the sofa and parted her legs before kneeling down and asking Derek what she should do next. “Give me something to wank to” he grunted as Di pushed her tongue into Becky. Becky let her head roll back, resting it on top of the sofa as she enjoyed the pleasure and stared at Derek as he worked his big cock expertly. She faked an orgasm to speed him along and it worked as he tapped Di on the shoulder, a move Becky could sense he’d done before as she squeezed her boobs together and he fired his load over them. “Ooooh thank you” she beamed before cleaning herself, Becky taking the cue to dress as he kissed them both on the cheek and left them to tidy up. |
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Becky had just enough time to give one more dance before her time had ran out and her brief shift was over. “You were very popular, you must come back” the owner said as he handed her an envelope containing her percentage of the money she’d been paid for dances. He must have known about the tips but said nothing as she quickly calculated her earnings and realised she’d made a small fortune.
“You look even hotter than earlier” John whispered to her as they met at the bar. “Where to now?” he asked, a question she’d answer when they got outside as she knew exactly what she wanted.
It was a bit chillier when they emerged into the fresh air, Becky taking him by the hand and aiming for a passageway she knew. It was a dead end as the business had shut years ago and when she was out of sight from the main road she pushed him up against the wall and kissed him passionately. “My pussy has been soaking for ages, now give me some cock” she instructed, his hands all over her as she slipped out the dress.
She was already commando, a smile on her face widening as she knew he was looking. He went to speak but she pushed her thong into his mouth before he could say anything, her hands pulling at his flies as he tugged on her nipples.
The sex was never gonna be earth shattering given the location but she could feel extra power in his thrusts as he took her from behind. She came quickly and noisily as he gripped her hips with one hand and pulled on her pony tail with the other. His heavy balls slapped against her arse and she hoped he’d take a while as she was enjoying the experience.
He pulled out much to her annoyance but she soon saw where his mind was when he rubbed the tip of his cock against her arse. They’d never fucked anally before much to her displeasure so this was a monumental shift in behaviour as she felt him nudge himself in. She squealed with pleasure and gripped the window sill tighter as his whole length slid into her. “Fuck me hard darling” she begged as his pace quickened again.
She didn’t care how much noise she made as she relived everything from that night, her body now his as he pounded her. His climax was quick and his grunts animal like as he filled her with his seed, his body shaking slightly as he rested against her gently kissing her neck.
“I really must misbehave again very soon” she giggled. “I can’t wait to know what you’d do next” she teased as they swapped kisses and he gave her a look that told her to misbehave as much as she wants as he’d rise to any challenge.
THE END
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