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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I took a deep breath and opened the door. I don't know who was more shocked at the site the other side of the door, them or me! As I gathered my thoughts I could see the men's eyes devouring me as they scanned my body from head to toe. One of the guys we had played with before, he was hubbys best mate but the other gentleman was on a whole different dimension, and one that left me feeling slightly concerned and completely out of my comfort zone. I had no idea what to say so gestured for them both to go through to the front room.
I closed the front door behind them and hung in the hall way for a couple of minutes composing my thoughts. I'd played with Mark before, so I was comfortable with what the evening may hold with him, but David, or Mr Smithe-Warrington as I knew him was a very unexpected guest. David was the headmaster of the local school and also the chairman of the local parish council as well as many other roles, I felt sick, I went to the kitchen still unsure of what the hell he was doing here. He's a horrible man with an ego the size of a house. I really didn't know if I could go through with this tonight, not with him anyway.
Bob came into the kitchen grinning from ear to ear. You didn't expect that did you, you fucking dirty slut. I snapped back that I'm not a slut unless I want to be and I really didn't want to be with that fat obnoxious man. To make matters worse I knew Davids wife quite well, we have attended the same village classes over the years, you know, yoga and keep fit, that sort of thing. She was always very pleasant but a timid, unconfident character. Pretty in that plain Jane type of way, nice boobs, trim tummy, but she didn't make the best of herself. Whereas David was full of himself and his own self importance. Bob told me to sort myself out and get some drinks for our guests. I was dreading going in the front room to be drooled over by that fat sod of a man. But I knew if I didn't my punishment would be never ending. I'd refused Bob and his games once before and was made to pay by being his personal slut for a whole week. Which may sound like fun but when he's telling me what to wear, or rather what not wear when I was going shopping, or picking the kids up from school, or going to the local pub. My outfits were quite revealing to any onlookers that happened to notice my lack of underwear, when being made to bend down in the supermarket isles, or forced to play pool with numerous male eyes trying to check out my bits when bending over to take my shot. At home he would make me strip naked as soon as I walked in the house and I wasn't allowed to put clothes on again until he instructed me. I had to answer the door naked at times, go and get the washing in off the line with just my hold ups on. Bob knew how to push my buttons, and I knew I would have to go with his every want tonight if I didn't want to suffer a similar fate. |
