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(MMFg, ped, inc, voy, 1st, beast, mast, oral, anal, hypno, mc) *** Part 1 In the beginning I guess I should go back a little into my past; well our past as this story is as much about my family as it is about me. First of all I'm a thirty-three-year-old woman, my husband, John is forty and we have a daughter, Clare who is fourteen years old. My husband is very smart, he has a PhD in electronics and was a partner in a security company, John, designs security systems for large projects like hospitals, banks, courts, museums and art galleries, anywhere that people want to keep valuables safe and secure. Dave, my husband's partner was more interested in domestic systems, simpler, cheaper to install and higher profit margins. Even I could work out that putting in a system where the materials cost three hundred pounds, took two man days to install and cost the owner over a thousand pounds, which they invariably paid, in cash, on completion of the work, was a much safer prospect than my husbands usual projects which could cost a quarter of a million pounds for the materials, take three to six months to install and then take another three months to get paid. We lived at that time in a large, Victorian, palisaded terraced house in Tufnell Park, North London. The company owned by John and Dave was the largest security specialist in London but the recession had started to bite and the larger projects were all coming to an end with no new work in prospect. Dave had a contact with a company in Nottinghamshire that wanted ten of it's premises covering with the best systems that money could buy, they said that they wanted to go beyond anything that had ever been made before, which was just up John's street. Dave made his decision; he would offer John the new projects and all the profits from the previous year to dissolve their partnership. Dave would agree not to work north of Watford and John had to agree not to work south of that line, John and Dave were such good friends they agreed to pass on any enquiries from the others area, and then the deal was done with little more than a handshake. It took some time before we moved up north, John had found a new building project in a small village in Nottinghamshire and while he was making a start on his new business and its ten top of the line systems he was also overseeing the builders working on our new home. I didn't get to see much of John during that time as he only planned to come home on Saturday mornings and he returned to his hotel on Sunday night and sometimes he didn't even manage that. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and our separation certainly made a difference to John, he went from a once a week, conventional lover to a man possessed, he was ready for sex before the front door was closed on Saturday morning and wanted to spend every minute in bed with me until the last possible moment on Sunday night. Not only was the quantity something of a shock but so was the diversity, John wanted to do things that he had never shown an interest in before. I wasn't complaining though, and I got five whole days to recover and for the soreness to fade before his next onslaught. Some of Johns systems had a radio-data link called 'Pack-net', each day John would sit at his PC for between fifteen and twenty minutes, he would receive a report from each system, he could see if there was a part that wasn't working correctly, see if anyone had removed any of the equipment, tampered with or replaced anything, then he would order one of his staff to visit and repair the system or replace substandard equipment, as he didn't have that responsibility since he split from his partner I kind of took over the PC while John was away working. I had always been seen as the dumb blond, so dumb in fact that I didn't realise that I was being insulted most of the time by John's clever friends when they called me a trophy wife. I started to take lessons on the PC run by the local council, and I intended to show John how much I had learned when we made the house move up to Nottinghamshire by using the PC, the Internet and planning tools to organise, plan and arrange the whole move. As the move date neared I took things into my own hands, took Clare out of school for a day and drove north, just to see how the building work was going. The house was magnificent, five bedrooms, detached, end of site plot with an un-over looked, south facing garden, a far cry from our old terraced house. I also noticed that the other five houses on the site all had John's new company name on the alarm boxes mounted on their front walls, this confused me greatly as the main reason for John and Dave needing to split up was John's insistence that he wanted nothing to do with domestic security systems. I pulled off of the country lane and onto the rough, unmade road, before I had driven five yards a man in a suite and red 'hard hat' was flagging me down, I wound down the window and he told me that all the houses were sold and there were no longer any sales staff there to look after the public. He was beginning to explain the directions to a near-by site with a similar build when I stopped him by saying, "That one in the corner over there is mine I think!" He looked in the direction my finger was pointing and said; "You must be John's wife then!" By this point I was standing at the side of the road and the site agent was offering his hand to me, I took it, noting his very firm grip and overly callused hands, this was a man who obviously believed in getting his hands dirty at work. He couldn't show me inside my own house as the flooring contractors had just finished treating the concrete floor in preparation for the carpets being laid the following week but he offered to show me a similar house that wasn't quite so near to completion. I was amazed at the size and quality of the house, everything seemed to have been thought of, I noticed John's handy work, or should I say I almost missed John's handy work, in each room there were four sensors buried into the plasterwork at each corner, I only noticed them because the walls hadn't been painted and the different colour of plaster showed the sensors location, "Your husband is a magician when it comes to alarm systems" I was told. I was so excited and could hardly wait for the last two weeks that I would be living in Tufnell Park, I would miss all my old friends, miss the convenience of the shops, the night life, the proximity to central London but I wouldn't miss the gangs, drug taking, beggars and noise, I was sure of that. The Saturday morning after my visit to Nottinghamshire to see my new home John burst in to our bedroom, it was only seven o'clock; John was easily two hours earlier than he had been arriving every other week. I hadn't even opened my eyes when John had me pinned on the bed; flat on my back under him. He was so excited and eager to have sex with me that I thought he was going to try to have sex through my nighty, he must have been undressing as he ran up the stairs. I wasn't fully awake and certainly wasn't ready for my body to be invaded, John would usually perform a little foreplay on me before trying to enter me but that morning John was a little too eager for me. I was just recovering from the suddenness of the whole act when John said, "What did you think of Patrick?" I was starting the slow climb to my first orgasm, my breathing was beginning to become laboured and I panted, "Who is Patrick?" John explained that Patrick was the site agent for the builders who were building our new home in Nottinghamshire. I allowed my first orgasm to wash over me before saying anything more, "he seems a nice man, very helpful!" I said eventually, when my breathing returned to normal. "He was far more complimentary towards you, he told me that you made him hot for the rest of the day, he really fancies you," John said. John started to build up his pace again, I realised that he hadn't climaxed with me as he usually liked to do but he had controlled himself and now he was starting to bring me to a second orgasm. This was so out of character for John, he usually came quite quickly after my first orgasm and then liked to play with my body a little with his fingers or mouth until he had re-gained his erection and then he would bring me to multiple orgasms during his second wind. As I was nearing my second orgasmic peak John said, "You know he wanted to fuck you don't you?" I wanted to push John off of me but I was too close to my orgasm, I couldn't believe that he would say something like that to me even in jest, especially while he was pounding his manhood into me. I reached my climax fully expecting John to follow my climax with his own but he simply fell against me, remaining connected to me at the groin, after a few minutes he raised his upper body off of mine with one arm, and reached down between us with the other and while planting kiss after kiss on my lips, cheek and neck he began pulling at my nighty. Unfortunately the flimsy nylon material of my nighty was trapped beneath my buttocks and with John's weight pressing down on me I couldn't raise up to release the trapped material. John's desperate pulling at the hem of my nighty was rewarded by a tearing sound as the side seam parted slightly. I expected John to stop pulling the hem and lift himself off of me so that he could expose the rest of my body as he seemed intent on doing but he just pulled all the harder, parting the side seam all the way to my armpit. The torn material was cast aside to expose my breasts to John's searching mouth. He lifted his buttocks slightly and began once again to pump his cock into my vagina; he was giving my nipples quite rough treatment with his mouth, nipping really hard with his bare teeth where he would have normally nibbled gently with his lips covering his teeth. I noticed the bedroom door had been left open in John's rush to get into bed with me and as we were making so much noise with our lovemaking we had managed to wake Clare and she was now standing in the open doorway with a perfect view of her fathers cock pounding into my body. I was rapidly drawing to my third climax in a few minutes and although I wanted to stop John or cover us up or tell Clare to close the door, I was unable to form the words or actions in my mind and so Clare stood and watched her father fucking me with bestial force and passion, watched as he almost drew blood as he was biting my breast so hard. Eventually I managed to tap John on his shoulder and as he looked towards my face I nodded toward the door as I panted to my third climax. John looked over at Clare and smiled at her saying, "Come and give daddy a big kiss, I've missed my two girls so much this week" Clare came into the room and bent over the bed to kiss her father, John reached out and pulled Clare down onto the bed and gave her a tight hug. I felt John's cock start to slide slowly out of my body, I was expecting him to use the cover of his hug to disengage himself from me and allow me to cover our nakedness from Clare. Instead I felt John stop with just a fraction of an inch of his cock inside and then start to push back just as slowly. I managed to reach the duvet and pull it over, mostly covering John and I. John looked quite hurt that I was trying to hide from my own daughter. "Kick off you slippers Clare and slide in with mum and me like you did when you were younger!" John said. Clare was now under the duvet with John and I, she was facing towards us and John had an arm around her waste pulling her against us. I was a little pissed with him, it was like he was teasing me, he was inside my body, moving almost imperceptibly in and out while talking and cuddling with our daughter. John kissed my neck again, kissed down to my breast and sucked hard on my nipple, he still had his arm around Clare's waste and her face was almost level with my breast so that she could see the flesh squeezed between her father's sharp teeth. John slowly increased his tempo and although I felt totally uncomfortable with the close proximity of my daughter to us while I was being fucked I couldn't stop my body responding to John's ministrations. "There's a man in Nottingham that wants to be your mother's special friend Clare, what do you think about that?" John said into my breast, "He would like to be here in her bed now instead of me!" I was starting to pant once again, heading to my fourth orgasm; Clare was lying there smiling at her father, he drove me far beyond the climactic point he usually let me down from, I reached my fifth orgasm before the fourth had played out, then John started those sounds that told me he was about to have his own climax. I felt the jerk and the rush as John filled my womb with his seed, and at the exact point that he climaxed he lifted his face from my breast and kissed Clare on the lips, a long lingering kiss that lasted for the minute or so that it took him to empty his balls of their weeks cargo. John pulled himself from my vagina and slipped out from under the duvet, he was totally nude, his cock was still semi hard, and his seed was dripping from the end, he stepped over Clare and I watched as her eyes followed her father's naked body, they were locked on his manhood and we both followed the string of sperm dripping down on to her naked thigh. Clare giggled loudly and rubbed a finger through the wet patch her father had left on her. I was mortified, trying to work out what to say to Clare by way of an explanation but it was Clare who spoke first "Mum that was great, I always here you guys on the weekends doing each other but it was so fantastic to see you actually do it, wow!" I removed my tattered nighty and was about to get a clean one when Clare pulled me back onto the bed, "Can we cuddle a bit mum?" I lay back and Clare pulled herself as close as she could to my body, I pulled the duvet over us both and listened as Clare's breathing started to slow, I assumed that she was falling back to sleep, it was after all still very early but I was wrong, her breathing slowed but also became shallow, I realised that she was gently massaging between her legs, cuddling up close to me for comfort and warmth while she slowly and very gently brought herself off to a mini-orgasm before falling into a deep sleep in my arms. John returned to bed with two cups of coffee; he slid into bed behind Clare and reached across her to stroke my body, I noticed that occasionally his hand would trail from my bare breasts and onto Clare's little breasts, covered as it was by her nighty and bra. I was getting more turned on than I would normally be after mere breast contact, and when John slipped his hand down between my thighs I gladly opened them for him, as John had to reach further across Clare to reach between my thighs he disturbed her slightly and she moved her arm sleepily onto my stomach and moved her leg so that her thigh was over mine which also meant that her face was now pressing against my bare breast, John was also able to move a little closer to me. I realised that if he was 'excited' he would now be pressing his cock against Clare's bottom. That thought alone was like an electric shock between my thighs, I hardly noticed that John was gently repositioning Clare's face so that her mouth was resting against my nipple, he then pressed her body so that her leg fell further between my own, her knee was exactly in the right place to put pressure on my labia. John then reached behind Clare's knee and started to gently press it into my body, I started to climb to an orgasm almost instantly, then I felt Clare open her mouth and gently take my engorged nipple into her mouth, she opened her eyes and I rocketed off into a high orgasmic plateau. Clare's giggling helped to salve my guilty conscience as I started to climb down from my orgasmic peak, then Clare started to push her body away from mine and I realised that she was now pressing her bottom hard against her fathers lap. John reached between us and lifted the front of her nighty. I watched as he slipped his hand down the front of her white bikini panties, I raised myself up slightly on my elbows and looked down Clare's body, I could see that John's cock was pressing between the cheeks of Clare's bottom, pushing the nylon material along with it. I watched in wrapped disbelief as John brought our young daughter off with his fingers while he used her nighty-covered bottom to masturbate himself against. We all fell asleep together Clare still sandwiched tightly between her father and I, when I finally woke it was noon, I was all alone in bed, it could have all been a dream, well it could apart from the torn nighty, the soreness between my legs and the bite marks covering my breasts. I dressed quickly; I disregarded the idea of a bra as my nipples were too tender following John's over enthusiastic attention, I chose white cotton, bikini style panties and a t-shirt dress, well actually it was just a large t-shirt but as it was long enough to reach midway to my knee I often wore it around the house as a dress. I could hear John and Clare talking in the sitting room and after disposing of my ruined nightdress I joined them there. John was sitting on the sofa; he was still nude and had placed a hand rowel under him to protect the cushions, Clare had her dressing gown on and nothing else, it wasn't tied and as she was leaning against the sideboard I could see a three inch wide strip of her body, the nipple of her left breast and the valley between, her navel and the sparse tufts of hair that were newly growing on her little pussy mound. John had an erection that he wasn't trying to hide and he and Clare were taking obvious delight in looking at each other's bodies. I asked if anyone was hungry, both answered in the affirmative and so I went into the kitchen to start to prepare lunch, Clare followed me into the kitchen, she had pulled her dressing gown closed and held it there loosely with a single knot in its belt. "Mum, are you ok with what happened earlier?" The question came a little out of the blue; I was planning on trying hard to convince myself that it had all been a dream and using denial as my 'get out of guilt free card', "These things happen dear!" Was my weak reply. "It's just that I have been thinking a lot about sex and stuff ever since dad started working in Nottingham and you guys have been going manic at the weekends." I blushed slightly, I realised that John and I had been trying to squeeze a weeks worth of contact into each weekend but I hadn't realised just how much Clare had been affected by it. "I was kind of hoping that you guys would treat me a bit more like an adult, maybe when we move to Nottingham I could have some of my boyfriends come up from here and stop over with me?" We got into a whole long debate about boyfriends, the fact that Clare had been secretly going out with boys since she was eleven, ditching school to spend time with them on their days off work. I had to replay that last part over in my head a few times, the word work made things jangle a little, it turned out that Clare had been in love with several boys who were slightly older than I would call boys, in fact she had never been out with anyone even close to her own age, her youngest boyfriend up to that time had been twenty years old and the oldest had been almost her fathers age. Most of the rest of Saturday passed without incident, I cooked the evening meal, washed up and then switched the computer on in the dining room, Clare and John were listening to CD's in the front room while I typed figures into a gant chart, I needed to find the critical path for the house move and I had been told that the gant chart was the safest way to show graphically what the various timing and sequences were. One track had a particularly quiet intro and in the silence I heard John say to Clare, "You must have seen that Patrick fancied you the moment he first saw you!" then the track started with a louder beat and drowned out the rest of their conversation. I was up and standing at the door in a flash, straining to hear what John was saying to Clare over the music. I made out snippets of conversation; John was asking Clare if she would go on a date with Patrick and she was telling her father that Patrick wasn't her type but that it would be nice to try a date with him even if it was only the one date. The next track was a very loud one and so I went back to my planning program. John came in to the dining room at ten o'clock and asked me if I was ready for bed, I asked if Clare had already gone to bed but John told me that she had popped out to see one of her boyfriends, "What at this time of night?" I asked, John told me that he had told her that she could spend the night with him, as she wouldn't be seeing much of him after our move in two weeks time. I was about to get all frumpy and 'old mum' until John reminded me that she wasn't a virgin and that she had had sex with her boyfriend on several occasions, I calmed down and realised that he was right, I always expected that it would be John trying to fight to keep his daughter pure and me that would be trying to secure her freedom, crazy how things turn out. We went up to bed, John caught me before I reached the top step, he bent me over so that my breasts were on the landing and my legs hanging down the stairs, he lifted the back of my skirt and pulled my panties to one side, he started to kiss my buttocks as he worked a finger into my pussy, then he kissed down between my legs and lick my pussy from behind, he licked upwards until the tip of his tongue touched my anus, I jumped up at that point, John looked like a scalded cat, "What's wrong?" "I don't want you to do that!" I said. The only reason I could give was that I thought that there were too many germs and that it was too dirty in that area, for that kind of activity. John pulled me into the bathroom and washed my bottom totally, then he pulled me into the bedroom and knelt me on the floor at the side of the bed, he pushed me forward so that I was bent over the bed and he started to finger-fuck my pussy again, as I started to warm up and my juice started to flow John started to kiss around my bottom once again. I winced as the tip of his tongue pressed against the tight muscle of my anus, then he moved position slightly so that he could get his tongue in contact with my clitoris, it didn't feel as nice when his tongue worked its magic as when I was laying on my back, the position of his head was all wrong but I still started to climb the path to an orgasm. I noticed John pull his suitcase out from under the bed and while I was panting to my first climax he pulled a blue tube from his wash bag, it looked like a toothpaste tube but judging from where he pressed the now open end of the tube it sure as hell wasn't toothpaste. I felt the cold metal end of the tube press hard against my tightly clenched anal muscle; I could feel that John was squirting the content of the tube into my bottom. As soon as the tube was back in his wash bag John started to suck harder on my clitoris while he pressed an exploratory finger against my anus. I felt his finger slipping inside almost unopposed. John had mentioned that he wanted to try anal sex for a few weeks while he was on his weekend visits, he had even brought a video to watch with me but I had always resisted, I often used the excuse that Clare was only in the next room and what if she walked in on us while he was doing something so 'dirty', well now I couldn't use Clare as an excuse, I couldn't use the dirty aspect as I was totally clean there at the moment, so I just had to try and relax and make the whole experience as painless as possible. John had soon worked his middle finger all the way into my bottom and worked me into a second climax as well, he started to finger-fuck my pussy and matched the action with the finger inserted in my ass. It felt so strange to have two fingers pushing in and pulling out of my two holes in that way. Then John started the rotate his finger inside my ass, he was trying to loosen the muscle at the entrance to my bowels. I watched as he reached into his case once more, he had a box, wrapped in brown paper, the object he took from the box looked like a very large babies dummy, I recognised it from pictures he had shown me in the past while talking about anal sex, it was a large black butt plug, it took a little time and effort to get the plug inside, the business end was a lot wider than the part that would finally be pressing against the anal muscle and it was about five inches long but John eventually managed to get it all the way in. As soon as the thinner section moved into position against my anal muscle the slight pain and discomfort went away totally, then John lifted himself against me and inserted his steel hard cock into my vagina, he fucked me quite hard until I had reached a double orgasm, he pulled out of me without climaxing himself, "Lets go and have a little fun" he said. John had brought Clare and I some clothes from Nottingham, he presented me with a carrier bag and asked me to get changed into the clothes from the bag, "And only wear the clothes that are in the bag please!" He said to me as I undressed out of my normal clothing. I reached between my legs to remove my butt plug but John stayed my hand, he told me to keep it in for him. The panties were black satin and 'G-string' styled, there was no bra in the bag in fact the only other thing in the bag was a black, strapless, Lycra tube dress. I stood there dressed in just two items of clothing feeling quite silly, I looked at John; he had removed his denim shirt and chino's and had put on a black shirt with collar and black slacks, I noticed that he had nothing under his shirt or trousers, he was tying a black tie around his neck before I realised that we were going out, I checked the time, it was almost midnight, I was use to being so close to London that we could have a twenty-four-hour lifestyle if we wanted but we never went out at this time of night before. We walked a short distance to the main road and were in luck as there was a taxi passing just as we reached the corner and the second piece of luck was that the driver noticed John raise his hand in the time-honoured 'hail'. John told the driver an address in Soho and we were whisked away at top speed, we were dropped off outside a seedy looking back street club, John showed the doorman a card, he had to answer a few questions as the card was issued against a club in Nottingham that was part of the same chain of clubs but they seldom saw guests from Nottingham at the parent club. The lights were very low inside the club; there were only three other women that I could see in the main room. I was very aware of the men looking at me as I walked arm in arm with John toward a table. I was trying to steer John toward a booth I had noticed in the shadows at the back of the room but John guided me to a table in the centre of the room that was very well lit, in fact there was a spot light directed right at the table. I was very self-conscious, I first pulled at the top of the dress to try and cover as much of my breasts as I could but this raised the hemline too much and so I had to pull the bottom back down again. There was trad-jazz style music playing softly in the background. John called a waiter over to our table and ordered drinks for us, before the drinks arrived a man was standing at my side asking me to dance with him, I refused but John pushed me toward the young man telling me not to be so anti-social. I quite liked to dance, but preferred a slightly faster tempo, once on the dance floor the man pulled me close, he placed his legs in what we girls call the grind position, that was with one of the man's thighs pressed solidly in between my legs so that his upper thigh was rubbing hard against my pussy mound and his cock pressing against my upper thigh. Robin was as hard as a rock as soon as he pulled me against him, his hand slipped from the small of my back down on to the soft round cheek of my ass within seconds of our dance starting, he felt the thin waste band of the 'G'-string as his hand passed by it and his face lit up into a broad grin. We danced a little and I felt Robin pulling slightly at the material at the back of my dress, I looked over toward John, he was watching us dance transfixed, I could see from his eyes that he was looking at Robin's hand moving the thin Lycra material upwards, then I saw John's face light up too and a broad grin split his face in two. I had guessed that the hem at the back of my dress was now just about showing my ass cheeks off to John, and as we turned slowly in time to the music I noticed that all the men in the room were staring at us dancing, and all eyes seemed to be low down on my bottom. I thought as the music began to wind down to its final few bars that the plug that John had inserted into my bottom and that he had asked me not to remove may have been showing now as the round, black, flange that stopped the plug going all the way up my bottom was very wide. The music stopped and before I could make to return to John's side there was a second man waiting to take his turn at dancing with me, I noticed Robin walk over to John and sit talking with him while I danced with the second man, he introduced himself to me as Bill, told me that I was the most spectacular woman he had seen in a long while, I had pulled the hem back down at the back of my dress as soon as Robin has released his hold on me but I felt Bill pull it right back to its former position. Bill was dancing slightly further away from my body than Robin had but he was a little more forward than Robin. About half way through the track I felt Bill's hand resting on my bare bottom, we turned so that I was facing John and Robin, they were chatting away together and both men had their eyes glued firmly on my lower body. Bill pulled my hand from his shoulder and placed it over his cock, I looked over toward John with a little concern, I watched as he mouthed the words "Just enjoy things" in my direction. I squeeze Bill's cock slightly through his trousers; he was much older than John or I but he had quite a respectable sized cock. The music was slowing once again, indicating the track was about to end, before Bill released me he folded the back of my dress over, my bottom was totally exposed now and almost everyone in the room was sitting silently watching Bill and I dance. Bill took both of my hands in his as the music stopped, I had planned on flipping the back of my skirt down as soon as Bill released me but with him holding my hands I couldn't, Bill placed both of my hands into the hands of the man that had joined us on the dance floor, he hadn't asked me for a dance, it seemed now that I was just going to be passed from one man to the next for as long as I was willing to be so passed. The new dance partner was John like my husband but much younger then my husband, he pulled one of my hands around his back, the one that I would normally rest on his shoulder he placed against his crotch, which is where it was when Bill and I finished our dance, young John pulled the front of my dress over so that it formed a straight hem at the same level as the back of my dress which was actually just a little higher than the thin string of a waste band on my panties. I went to look down to see exactly what the rest of the room could see but young John quickly placed his free hand against my chin and drew me close into his body, resting my chin over his shoulder. When he released my chin his free hand now moved down the front of my body, rubbing over my breasts on his way down to my panties, I rubbed his crotch gently as he reciprocated by rubbing my mound through my panties, he moved quickly, pulling the front of my panties to one side and rubbing his finger along the line between my labia, he was just opening my vaginal lips as that track ended. Young John kissed me gently on the lips and thanked me for the dance, he followed Bills example and took both of my hands and passed them on to the waiting man. "Hi, I'm Paul, may I have this next dance please?" Paul was around my age, mid to late thirties, I took the opportunity to look down the front of my body as Paul moved in front of me. When young John had rubbed his hand down over my breasts he had pulled the top of my dress down slightly, the dark roundels of my areola were just showing over the top of the black Lycra. Paul started to dance, he had once again pressed my hand to his groin, but this time his trouser zip was open, I felt inside of his trousers, he had no pants on and his hard cock jumped as my fingers wrapped around it. Paul was massaging my breasts openly with one hand, he pulled the dress further down, it was now hanging loosely around my waste like a giant cummerbund, my breasts were totally exposed to the room now. John was looking very excited now, I could see him sitting at the table, still talking to Robin, his hand was pressing against his crotch and I could see that John was rubbing his own cock as he watched Paul dancing with me, Paul moved his mouth down to kiss the top of my breast and as the music progressed he kissed down until he was playing with each of my nipples in tern in his mouth. His other hand was massaging between my legs, he had managed to open my legs far enough to get one of his fingers all the way into my vagina. I was climaxing there on the dance floor under Paul's quite expert fingers. The record ended and I was passed on to yet another man, he was different to all the other men, he was Afro-Caribbean, much taller than all the other men, he was called Leroy, he told me he was twenty–five years old, he didn't hold my hands, I had stopped any notion of repairing my dress between dances, Leroy was too busy to hold my hands, as the first few bars of the music started up Leroy tugged at the thin band that passed for my panty waste band and they fell away to the floor. There was rousing applauds from the men sitting watching my body closely, Leroy raised my left hand above my head and he turned me around in a slow parody of a jive spin, as I returned to face him again he opened his trousers and pulled his erection out of his trousers. He easily had the largest cock of any man I had ever seen before, he pressed it between my legs and allowed it to rub slowly back and forth along the furrow between my pussy lips as we danced. The record ended and someone stood behind Leroy but he didn't stop his gyrations, he kept me as the next record started, he was making little attempt to dance with me now, he was just standing with his knees slightly bent fucking between my thighs, allowing his cock to press against my pussy as he did so, I reached a climax, it was a shuddering one, very powerful which amazed me as there was little clitoral stimulation, just the action of Leroy's cock as it rubbed along the furrow of my vagina. The pace of Leroy's breathing was speeding and growing shallower, then he suddenly stood upright allowing his cock to stand against my stomach as he fired his sperm all over my belly, dress and breasts. The music was still playing as Leroy pulled my dress all the way down over my body, cleaning most of his sperm away as he did so. I was standing panting, naked on a dance floor with around twenty-five men watching me. As the next tune started and no one had come over to dance with me I began to feel a little self- conscious, just standing there as I was. John noticed from my body language that I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, that I was starting to think about what I was doing, possibly even beginning to get those 'panic' feelings that I often got if things weren't in their correct box on the right shelf in my life. My husband rescued me, he walked up to me, took my hand and drew me into his body, we kissed and then he whispered into my ear, "Are you OK?," I nodded my head in affirmation, "You want to go on?" I looked quizzically at John, "There is more enjoyment to come if you would like to carry on!" John once again whispered in my ear, there was a pause, "Is it ok to carry on?" I nodded my head, only once, then I began to think again, I could just say no right now, I would be dressed, I assumed, and then John and I could go home and I could have sex with him to drive away my sexual desire. While that thought had passed through the synaptic pathways in my brain John had led me back to our table under the bright spot light, Robin had been busy in John's absence, he had cleared the table completely and the barman was wiping the surface dry with a bar towel, then Robin took a few towels from the barman and spread them out on the surface of the table, by the time John and I returned to the table it looked like it had a patchwork terry table cloth. "The guys would like a memento of tonight if that's ok with you?" John whispered as he turned me around and backed me up against the edge of our table, I was half leaning against and half sitting on the table. I said, "OK!" John was gone again, talking to the barman at the bar, there was lots of nodding and then John returned. John took up a position behind me and he slowly pulled me backwards as I watched the barman pass a camcorder to Bill, as I slowly sank down on to my back I watched Bill raise the camera to his eye and the little red light mounted on the front of the camera blinked into life. My husband was now holding my shoulders, pressing them down against the terry covered surface of the table, Bill with camera in hand came into my line of sight as did two other men, I was a little shocked to see that both men were as naked as I, they each took one of my legs that had been left dangling, unceremoniously over the edge of the table and they raised them so that they were wide apart and each knee bent slightly upward. Neither of the men had danced with me, each had a grip with one hand at my ankle and the other cupping behind my calf muscle. Bill must have climbed up onto a stool, as he suddenly appeared almost right above my body, pointing the video camera down onto my body. I felt a hard protrusion pressing against my vagina and looked down my body to see Robin, he was now also naked, standing between my wide open thighs, pressing his manhood against my labia, there was a silent 'pop' as his cock broached the outer bastion and slipped deep into my body. I quickly reached an orgasm, it wasn't Robin's size or his prowess as a love maker, it was the fact that we were naked, 'performing' in front of a large group of people, Robin didn't climax, he simply brought me off then stepped aside, Young John was waiting patiently behind him, also nude, his young cock thinner but the same length as the one that was departing, as young John started to fuck me to another delicious climax Robin stood at my side, level with my head, he was gently stroking his cock as he watched the youth fucking me with increasing power and speed. As soon as I had finished with my climax I was once again empty and a stranger standing, nakedly in anticipation, waiting for young John to step aside, in a perverse parody of a 'gentleman's excuse me'. Eventually the two men holding my body open to all comers took their turn at pleasuring me, I had lost count of the number of orgasms I had reached and the number of different men that had taken me to those fantastic peaks, no one had actually climaxed apart from me and of course Leroy, who had climaxed over my front while dancing with me. John released his grip on my shoulders and moved to take his position between my thighs, my pussy must have looked like a train tunnel after so much sex, I hadn't managed to count the number of men that had fucked me but right now there were five men standing on each side of me, they had all fucked me at some point during the night and now John was standing between my thighs, I felt him touch the wide, round, flange of the butt plug it had been inside of my anus for so long that I no longer felt it, then, giving it a slight twist, John pulled it all the way out, quickly replacing it with his own cock. John fucked me gently, tenderly and slowly, taking great care to make his first excursion into my bottom as pleasurable as possible so that I would allow him that right on a future occasion. Slowly increasing his tempo, increasing the pressure and power he was applying through his cock into my ass. The ten men surrounding me were also increasing the speed and force they were exerting on their own cocks as they masturbated while watching John take my anal virginity. At the precise moment that John gasped out his climax into my anus the rest of the men let fly their seed all over my body, I was drenched from head to thigh with hot sticky seamen. John held his cock in my ass hole until it started to fall flaccid and the natural muscle action in that area started to expel him, then he quickly replaced his cock with the butt plug once more. The men that had hosed my body down were starting to move away from my side, most getting dressed and heading for the door, all that was left was Bill, he was still filming, still dressed, still unsatisfied. Bill passed the camera to my husband and stood between my thighs, there was no one holding me open, no one apart from John watching through the camera's viewfinder. Bill simply unzipped his fly and fucked me until his own completion, taking me to several climaxes on the way. Almost as soon as he had finished, Bill jumped aside and John moved the camera close into position to film Bill's deposit running from my body, then the film ran out and the little red light went out also. It was almost eight am when John and I arrived back at Tufnell Park, neither of us had slept at all, we checked Clare's room, it was still empty and then we fell into our own bed and into a deep, deep sleep. It was around noon when Clare arrived home, I heard a car pull up outside and peeped through the curtains, the man kissing her in the front seat of the car looked o be late twenties, they kissed passionately for ages and then Clare ran up to the house, within moments she was bounding through our bedroom door almost bowling me over as I was making my way back to bed. Clare kissed me hard on the lips and hugged me tightly, "That was the most fantastic night ever," she said, "You look tired." I told her that we didn't get to bed until after dawn and that I was going back to bed again right now. Clare pulled her dress shoulder straps off of each shoulder and allowed her dress to fall to the floor; she had no bra on and only a pair of pretty lilac high legged panties on, then she hopped into bed ahead of me, lay back to back with her sleeping father, I followed her into bed and lay with my back toward her, Clare whispered for me to turn over, I did and was now facing her then she pulled me tight against her and kissed me on the lips, "Thanks for letting me have last night!" She whispered before falling asleep. I woke around four pm, the bed was shaking slightly, Clare was still lying facing me with her arm wrapped over my side, I peered over Clare, toward John, he was now facing Clare, pressed tightly against her back and the rocking of the bed was John pressing his hips against Clare's bottom and then relaxing. My hand was resting on Clare's side, I slowly slid my hand down her side, where I expected to find the waste band of her high legged panties I felt only the indentation in her skin left behind by the elastic. My fingers moved around her bottom until my fingertips felt John's hairy abdomen pressing against Clare and then retreating slightly. I was about to sit up, I didn't know exactly what John was doing but I knew that whatever it was it was wrong, Clare felt my movement and reading my mind she pressed down on my side, steadying me on the bed, she opened her eyes and smiled at me and she mouthed, "It's OK" at me. Clare pulled the duvet from herself and me, flicking it backward over her father; I could see John's cock head every so often as it appeared between Clare's legs, just below her pussy mound with each of his forward thrusts, I also saw her panties, wrapped around just one of her ankles. Clare took my hand from her side and she pressed it between her legs so that my fingertips touched John's cock head each time it appeared on my side of her. Clare then opened her legs slightly, turning her knee towards me and resting it on top of my upper leg, this moved Clare slightly away from her father and closer to me, it also made it so that I couldn't see her fathers cock any more. John moved slightly to close the gap that had been left between Clare and him. Clare moved my hand further between her legs so that my hand was now providing the friction that Clare's legs had provided a few moments earlier, my fingers, now pressing John's cock lightly against Clare's labia. We continued in that position for a few minutes, Clare's breathing, showing that she was enjoying the feeling between her legs, Clare opened her eyes again and checked that I was looking at her she mouthed "Push harder" to me. I pressed John's cock harder against Clare's vagina, the head of his cock started digging a deep furrow along the valley between Clare's pussy lips, as he reached the head of her valley and his cock head was forced to climb out of her warm moist body it clashed with her clitoris and made her jump slightly each time the collision occurred. Clare was trying to be as silent as she could possibly be, trying to mask her impending climax, I could see her face flushing as her breathing, heart beat and pulse rate forced blood into all the surface capillaries under her skin, her face coloured up, her chest, her breasts and her stomach. I couldn't see but I knew that her vaginal lips would also be turning redder as the blood fed up to the skin's surface feeding the nerve endings and increasing their ability to detect the sensations going on there between her lower lips, creating something of a vicious circle, more blood enabling more sensation creating more feeling and generating more blood. I watched her begin to shudder in her climax, "more" she mouthed in my direction; I waited until John was pushing his cock on a forward stroke and I pushed up harder directing the head of his cock into his daughters waiting love tunnel, John gasped a deep breath as his cock turned through almost ninety degrees into Clare's willing and waiting body. John lowered him self slightly to get a more comfortable angle on Clare's body, he also threw the duvet onto the floor. I released my fingers from John's manhood and raised my self onto an elbow so that I could watch as John fucked up into Clare's little body. Clare rolled slightly over on to her stomach; I slid out from under her and watched as she was now completely on her face and John had followed her so that he was now covering her completely. I watched as Clare reached several chained climaxes, then John raised his body and pulled Clare upwards so that they stayed connected in their lust, they were now in the traditional 'doggy' position. John was using far more force now, and Clare was buckling slightly under his onslaught. I finally heard the tell-tail grunting from John and knew that he was now reaching the end of his orgasmic climb, his thrusts got more erratic which signalled that he was actually filling Clare's body with his seed. John pulled himself off of Clare's back but he told her to stay in her current position, all Clare really wanted to do was fall on her face and relax out of her climactic tensions. John kissed me as he slid past me. He pulled his suitcase out once more, I saw him retrieve the same blue tube that he had used on me the day before, I watched as he pressed it against Clare's bottom and squeezed the tube, the neck of the tube was actually inside Clare's anal opening and the content of the tube was being forced deep into her bowels. As John began working a finger gently into Clare's bottom he asked me to see if I could look in his case and find another butt-plug, he had brought two down from Nottingham with him, one was medium sized and the other large. I searched in his bag and found the second plug, it looked exactly the same as the one I still had in my bottom but a little larger, John told me to turn for him and reached under my bottom, he took my plug out and as I made to move away from him he pulled me back and squirted a little of the lubricant from the tube into my bottom, then he took the larger butt-plug and forced it up into my anus. John passed me the medium sized plug and asked me if I would wash it off for him, I was gone only a few seconds, I washed and dried the black, rubber sex toy and returned to the bedroom, John was turning his finger in a circular motion, just as I had felt him doing to me the previous day. I watched as his finger distended Clare's tight anal muscle slightly; when he thought he had massaged enough of the lubricant into Clare's bottom he pressed the tip of the plug against her and I watched in deep fascination as the rubber tip forced her muscle open, then as she winced in pain John forced the rubber all the way inside her in one fluid movement, rotating his hand as the shaft of the plug passed along her anal sheath, as the base reached her muscle and allowed it to close slightly I saw Clare's face relax. Clare and I dressed and prepared John a meal together, Clare couldn't stop cuddling me and kissing me as we cooked, John had packed his suitcase ready for his week of work in Nottingham and he gave me the tube of lubricant before sitting down to eat, he told me that it would be better if I didn't have to use the lubricant every time I replaced the plug as it would make my body more use to being fucked there if I could insert the plug without lubricant every time. "You want me to keep the plug in even while you are in Nottingham?" I asked. "Yes, of course!" John replied. Clare and I were sitting alone; John had driven back to Nottingham, Clare asked me what her father and I had done the previous night to make us so tired today, I told her about the club and what her father and I had done, her face lit up, she asked if she could go with her father before we finally moved to Nottingham, she said as an after thought that she would want me there too, I couldn't help smiling at that thought. The phone rang, it was a male voice asking for Clare, she stood by my side, this was unusual, even if she was talking to one of her girl friends about school stuff she would usually move out of earshot of me. "No sorry I can't come to a party tonight, I have school tomorrow!" I could hear the voice on the other end of the phone in her earpiece but not make out what the man was saying to Clare. "Perhaps mum will let you come here for a little while to visit me?" Clare was talking to the man but I knew the question was directed at me rather than him. I nodded, it was only eight-thirty, Clare would usually go to bed around ten or ten-thirty on a school night so I thought that so long as her friend left by ten-thirty and Clare went straight to bed as soon as he left then there was no harm in his visit. Clare had been in her room since her boyfriend called, I recognised the sound of his car from earlier when he dropped her off, the car was a 'boy racer' type, the exhaust system had been modified to produce a very loud, throaty growl even when it was just ticking over. I was waiting by the front door as he ran up the path; it had taken him almost thirty minutes to get to our house, I opened the door before he had a chance to knock. I led him into the front room, he was only around five years younger than me, he asked if I had gone to school in Streatham, to the secondary modern school on Northborough Road, I nodded, he said, "I'm Tony King, I was at the primary school next door, I moved up the year after you left, I remember seeing you through the fence when you did sports, I loved seeing you in your gym knickers and T-shirt, you really stuck in my mind back then!" I had a little chuckle to myself. Clare made a grand entrance, her hair combed and pulled back off of her face, she had the merest hint of makeup and looked absolutely stunning, she was wearing a very short summer dress, I could see that she had no bra on, but that wasn't unusual, she did a spin on the spot that made the hem of her dress fly up slightly and from my seated position I could see that she had no panties on. A thought ran through my mind that it wouldn't take her long to be ready to 'entertain' Terry dressed as she was. Clare asked me if it was OK to give Tony a drink, I nodded and said, "Of course it is" Clare poured three drinks, two very large whiskeys with dry ginger and one much smaller that she made up into a half pint with lemonade. The stronger drinks were passed to Tony and I. Clare took a large swallow from her whiskey shandy and Tony followed suit, I sipped gently at my drink. Clare made a musical selection from her father's collection of CD's and put it on the Hi-fi in the living room, I had expected Clare to want to retire to her room as soon as possible, she played music in there at a level that made pilots, flying over head at fifty thousand feet, complain to the police about the noise. Clare had set the volume at a low level and sat on Tony's knee with her arms around his neck kissing him passionately. Tony had finished his drink in quick fashion, as did Clare, she made them both another drink each and topped my glass up with neat whiskey. Before she sat back on Tony's knee Clare lit two scented candles and placed them on the coffee table in the centre of the room and then turned out the lights. Clare started a discussion going between Tony and I about our memories of school and how different it was today for her. I could see that Clare had pulled Tony's hand onto her thigh and as we all talked she slowly moved his hand under the hem of her dress. I watched as Tony massaged between Clare's legs, I was transfixed; eventually Clare took her dress off altogether, I watched as Tony played with her young body saying nothing, at ten thirty Clare stood up, took Tony by the hand and led him to her bedroom. I stood at the bottom of the stares listening to them fucking for about fifteen minutes and then they both went to sleep. Clare was ready for school early, she had cooked both Tony and I breakfast, Tony took her to school in his flash car and I settled down to my usual humdrum life of the midweek, abandoned wife. I did the shopping for the week; I wasn't buying bulk things, as we would only end up moving everything up to Nottingham in the next week or so and I returned home looking forward to washing a weeks worth of John's clothes and almost a weeks worth of Clare's clothes too. There was a message on the answer-phone when I arrived home, "This is George Macky from the Hole in the Wall, Soho. Your Video is ready for collection, you can call in anytime and collect it, the video number is GR19B." A light suddenly went on in my mind, I hadn't known the name of the club that John had taken me to, just an address in Soho, I decided that the excitement of the weekly wash could wait and that I would pop down to Soho and pick up the video. I took a taxi to Soho; the driver had never heard of the club so I had to direct him from my rather sketchy memory of the previous journey, I missed the club by one street, I walked the last few hundred yards to the front door of the club, or what I could remember of the front door. I recognised the doorman, it was Leroy from Saturday night, he didn't even ask to see my membership card, which was a good thing as I didn't have one, as John was the member not me. I remembered the main room from my visit on Saturday evening, even though it was mid afternoon on Monday the room was still as dark, the main illumination being provided by the spot light above one table in the centre of a large space in the middle of the room by the edge of the dance floor. The room was totally empty, the bar was open but there was no one there to serve the customers that were also absent. I noticed a flickering light emanating from a room on the other side of the dance floor; I was drawn to the light like a moth to a flame. I peeked through the open doorway; there were two rows of leather sofas with their backs to each other forming a passageway between. The sofas were each facing a video screen with a £1 coin slot and a keypad to select a video to watch. There were five men sitting on individual sofas watching different videos playing on their 'pay to display' screens. There were short, side screens; so that the occupants on each sofa could only see their own screen but the length of the screens meant that everyone could see all who were watching the films. I noticed the barman was standing behind a man at the far end of the room, both were watching the movie intently. I moved into the room, far enough to see the first screen that was showing a film, the man watching was mid forties, slightly balding but other than that well presented and reasonably slim. He noticed my approach and altered his position so that he was half watching me, and half watching the film. The subject of the film was a young woman, laying with her back on the seat of a sofa, with her feet on the floor and her legs and bottom hanging out into free space. She was totally nude and the lower half of her body was projecting off of the sofa and toward the viewer, I watched for a few moments as she masturbated herself, then a large German shepherd dog appeared as if from the person watching the film. The girl pulled her fingers out of her vagina and she offered the dog her fingers to sniff, which it did gladly. The dog then licked the girl's fingers and she drew the dog toward her vagina by moving her hand back between her legs. I watched as the dog licked deeply between the young woman's legs, the camera was repositioned to show that the dog's long tongue was penetrating deeply into the woman's pussy. I didn't mind watching the dog licking the woman in that way, it is my belief that it is natural for a dog to lick any part of another animal's exposed skin, totally in the dog's natural behavioural makeup and so equally natural to see. The scene played out for several minutes, the young woman playacting her orgasmic pleasure for the camera and the watching audience, during those few minutes my eyes flicked around the rest of the men sitting watching their screens intently, apart from the man I stood nearest to, he was clearly dividing his time between watching his screen and watching me. The woman then reached both hands to the dog's neck, took two hands-full of the dog's scruff and began to pull the dog up her body. The camera angle changed position once more, to show that the dog had an erection and also that it was now resting at the woman's vaginal opening. I lost interest in the film at that point, if the dog had, through its own natural instinct, moved into that same position I may have continued to be interested in watching but I didn't want to watch the dog doing something that wasn't in its own mind to do. I started to step back into the main room again, then I heard someone call to the barman that there were customers in the bar. A man touched my arm and asked if he could buy me a drink, I recognised him as the man I had just been watching as he watched an animal sex film, but I still had to look back at his vacant seat to prove to myself that it was actually him. It caused a discord in my head, if a man was watching an animal sex film then why would he leave just as the film reached its point. I was directed to a high stool at the side of the bar, the barman caught us up just as we reached the bar and he took up his position, "What would you like sir?" "Beer for me and whatever the lady wants," the man at my side said. I asked for a white wine spritzer, I watched as the barman poured wine freehand into a highball glass, he poured well over a double measure into the tall glass and he topped it off with a small amount of soda water. "I've not seen you in here before, are you a new member?" I told my companion that I thought my husband was a member of an affiliated club in the midlands and that I had visited the club for the first time on the previous Saturday evening. "You must be a compliant woman then!" The man said, "What's a compliant woman?" I asked, the man leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against mine, it was a kiss of sorts, he kept his lips against mine for about thirty seconds and then brought a hand up to the back of my head, he applied gentle pressure on the back of my head. As my mouth pressed harder against his my mouth opened slightly as an involuntary reaction, he responded by firing his tongue into my mouth. He repositioned his hand just under the back of my head at the top of my neck; the gentle pressure was now upward. I stood in much the same way as my mouth opened, as an involuntary reaction, our lips still together, mouths still maintaining the slightly increased pressure, his tongue still working inside of my mouth. He slid his hand down to the small of my back and then a little lower and on to my bottom, the same slight pressure now brought my body into contact with his, once again as an involuntary reaction to the slightest of pressure I opened my legs so that he could slip one thigh between them. "A non-compliant woman would have slapped my face, a woman would still be sitting, you are a very compliant woman" he said. I stood there, his thigh pressing against my mound, he had released the pressure from my bottom, his hand merely resting there now but I didn't pull away from him, I had expected to, I was sure that six months before I would have been one of those women who would have slapped his face the instant his lips touched mine. I stood there in that close intimate stance with a complete stranger trying to work out exactly when I became so compliant. It slowly dawned on me that the weekends with John over the last six months or so must have been leading to the point where he felt safe to take me to the Hole in the Wall club. John must have been using absence followed by extreme sexual activity, the introduction of different and ever more exciting sexual acts and his new erotic vocabulary to desensitise me to this new more unusual thinking about sexual situations. "I'm sorry if my video disgusted you!" I was suddenly brought back into the room by the sound of the man's voice. "I wasn't disgusted, it just didn't seem natural for the dog to do what the woman was trying to make it do!" I replied. "That must have been a very inexperienced dog the man said, believe me they usually delight in covering a woman just as much as they relish a bitch." I blushed slightly at his comments, "I could show you one in real life if you would like to come with me to my house for a while," he went on. "I'm sorry but I don't know you, I couldn't possibly go anywhere with you," I said. "I'm George Macky the manager here!" He informed me, "And you are Anna from Tufnell Park who has come to collect her husband's copy of the video we made here on Saturday night. I think you would like to come with me really, you just need me to prove to you that you will be safe if you come!" I was blushing very deeply now, this man had obviously seen the video of me and all those men making love in the club two days earlier, he even knew exactly where I lived, and he was right, the only thing that stopped me saying yes was the fact that my husband wasn't there to keep me safe. John must have been doing a great job over the past few months at brainwashing me, there was a constant message running through my mind over and over again, "You are perfectly safe with me. It is perfectly safe to have fun with other men if I am here with you, it is perfectly safe if you are at home, just let yourself be free," the voice in my head was definitely that of my husband. And now that I was consciously analysing things, I had been playing that message over and over in my head almost every waking moment for as long as I could remember. It was almost as if those words were permanently etched on my brain. George whispered "You are perfectly safe with me" gently into my ear, I relaxed almost instantly, it was almost like a hypnotists control phrase, "would you like to take a walk with me?" he asked, I nodded my head and he told me to drink my drink while he fetched his coat and arranged for someone to cover for him for an hour. We walked a short distance toward Marylebone, George led me to a small muse cottage just off of Wigmore Street, it was very small but looked very expensive too. George opened the door using a key, it was the only key on a leather fob with the word 'Master' embossed in Gold. We walked directly from the muse into the sitting room, a woman came running in from the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on a towel, she stopped dead in her tracks when se saw us standing there. "Susan, this is Anna, Anna, Susan," George made the introductions, Susan looked like a scalded cat, she was on edge, very jumpy, her eyes were quite wide and staring, my daughter would have described her as 'totally wired'. George walked to her side and whispered gently into her ear, "It is perfectly safe if you are at home, just let yourself be free." I watched as she visibly and instantly relaxed. "Susan, Anna would like to see how well you get on with your Dalmatian, would you like to show her how wonderful he is?" George's voice was very calm and soothing, he was speaking in a voice that was just above a whisper, quite close to her ear. Susan smiled at me and opened the door into the kitchen and then the door into the back garden, she called out "Here magnum" a large Dalmatian came bounding over to her, Magnum followed Susan back into the house. Susan reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers down and she lay on the sofa in the same position that I had seen the young woman take up earlier in the film in the club. "I'm sure Anna would love to see you naked with Magnum Susan," George said in his smooth low voice. Susan smiled once again and undressed herself, she had a little difficulty with undressing completely because she was doing it while still lying on her back but she managed it in the end. She was nothing special to look at, small breasts, bony hips, all of her ribs showing down her sides. "You look beautiful Susan," George said, keeping the tone of his voice as if it were syrup. Susan smiled broadly and she relaxed back into the seat cushion of the sofa, Magnum was between her legs with out a single word or movement from anyone, the dog licked her vagina powerfully, George told me to sit on the sofa by Susan's side, I did as I was told. "Anna I'm sure that you are making Susan feel uncomfortable, she has taken all of her clothes off for you and you are still fully dressed!" I blushed a deep red, I started to feel uncomfortable and then George said, "Anna. You are perfectly safe with me!" I once again felt myself relax totally, I started, almost casually, to undress, it took only a few minutes to undress fully as it was quite warm and I had worn few clothes that day. George took a small digital camera from his jacket pocket, he took a few snaps of my naked body, then stood a little further away, capturing the three of us together in one picture as Magnum licked deeply into his mistress's vagina. Then he moved back in close but this time focusing on the space between Susan's legs, Magnum suddenly jumped forward, there had been no communication between Susan and the dog, it had just decided that this was the right time to mount his human 'bitch'. It was fantastic to see the animal mount Susan; his cock was easily longer than any man I had ever seen in my life. At its base Magnum's cock seemed to have its testicles attached to his cock-shaft. At that point it's cock looked as big as a man's clenched fist. I watched Magnum slide inside of Susan's body easily, the base hit her labia and Magnum seemed content to fuck Susan at the speed of the main piston on the flying Scott running at full speed. I was amazed at the speed, power and apparent passion that Magnum put into his fucking. Then suddenly Magnum slowed his pace, I looked between the dog and his bitch, the base of his cock was now fully inserted into her body, I could see that her labia were stretched very wide, Magnum's fucking action was now quite pedestrian by comparison to earlier. Susan was screaming out in her climax, she was having great difficulty in catching her breath, and the sweat was running off of her body. I could see that with each forward push Magnum was driving his cock a little deeper into Susan's body, eventually her labia were closed over the short length of Magnum's shaft below his huge lump. As her labia were now relaxed slightly I noticed that Magnum's sperm was squirting from Susan's body under great pressure. "Susan will be tied with Magnum for quite a while now Anna, would you like to make us all a cup of tea while Magnum calms down?" George said. I walked, still naked, into the kitchen; I searched the cupboards for cups, saucers, teapot and the makings for the tea. George was looking at me through the door as I bent down to look in the lower cupboards, I knew I should bend at the knee when I bent down but always stood straight legged. George came in behind me and placed a hand on my back, holding me in the bent over position. George reached behind me and used his thumbs to open my bottom cheeks; "You have your training plug in still?" George said. I nodded my head in affirmation, George grasped the wide flange that was all that was protruding from my anus and tried to turn it round, it was too tight to turn easily, "This is too big for you!" He told me, "We need to change it for a smaller one as soon as possible." George told me he liked milk and sugar in his tea and he walked back into the sitting room, I found everything I needed to make the tea, I carried a tray into the sitting room and placed it on the coffee table in the centre of the room. I watched as George pulled Magnum slightly to one side, "It will take a while longer!" George said. George passed me the towel that Susan had wiped her hands on as we walked in to the house and asked me to make Susan a little more comfortable, I dabbed the towel all over her body to soak up as much as I could of the sweat covering her body. George and I drank our tea and George kept pulling Magnum to one side and looking at his cock still stuck in Susan's pussy. Eventually he threw the towel onto the floor beneath Susan's bottom, he told me to put my hand under her and as soon as I did so he grasped Magnum firmly about his hindquarter and gave the dog a sharp tug. Magnum whelped a little as his cock jerked free of Susan's body. "Will you be ok if we leave you now Susan?" George said in a syrupy voice. She nodded; George bent and kissed her tenderly on the lips. I had a hand full of Magnum's sperm, he had produced copious amounts of the stuff, it was much clearer looking than a man's sperm, thinner too and less viscous, I dipped my thumb and forefinger into the liquid and tried to make it string out, it was too thin to do it properly. George took hold of my hand and pressed my sperm covered finger to my lips, he didn't have to say anything, I knew I was expected to lick my fingers clean. I was surprised at how different Magnum's sperm tasted compared to a man's sperm, it was much less salty and bitter than most men, almost a pleasure to the taste. George closed the door as we stepped back out into the muse and then into Wigmore Street, "Does your wife have sex with Magnum often?" I asked. "Susan isn't my wife!" George replied, "She is the wife of one of our members." My mind processed that snippet of information at the speed of light, I had thought that the key, with the word 'Master' in gold on its fob, referred to George's feeling of self importance, "Does that key fit my front door too?" I asked looking side ways at George. "Did your husband change the locks at home in the last six months?" "Yes!" "Well then it probably does fit your door too!" The feeling of apprehension built up inside me once more as I remembered John changing the locks on both the front and back doors, as he handed me the new keys he had said, "It should always be perfectly safe if you are at home, you should be able to be free of fear here." Those words were suddenly echoed now in strange counter point, "It is perfectly safe if you are at home, just let yourself be free," George whispered as close to my ear as he could get, so as to break through the sound of the cars driving past without having to raising his voice above that smooth and sickly tone he liked to use, the apprehension evaporated faster than it had arrived. It was late afternoon when we arrived back at the club, the main room was still totally empty, George pointed to the table under the spotlights, "You sit there and I'll get you another drink," I followed Georges direction and sat at the table that my husband and I had shared just two days previously. I watched George at the bar, he was laughing with the barman, sharing a joke with him, he passed his digital camera over the bar and I watched the barman's eyes widen as he looked at the little screen on its back. I also noted that instead of a white wine spritzer the barman was mostly filling the highball glass with Vodka with a small top-up of concentrated Orange juice. I noted the drink was going to be far stronger than I was use to but I didn't feel apprehensive at all, I just kept saying the same mantra to myself over and over again, "Anna. You are perfectly safe with me!" I sat at that table drinking my screwdriver that had been made heavy on the screw and light on the driver, I was mostly alone but occasionally the manager would sit for a few minutes and chat to me and occasionally the barman would do the same. At six pm my mobile phone rang, it was Clare; she had arrived home at five and after an hour she was worried that something had happened to me. I told her that I was just having a drink and that I'd be home later, "Can I invite Tony over if you are going to be late?" I thought for a moment and then a different recording played inside my head "It should always be perfectly safe if you are at home, you should be able to be free of fear here." I told Clare it would be ok so long as she was in bed by ten thirty. At seven pm a man walked into the bar, he came very close to me and had a good look, he checked my face, stared at my chest, I could see in his mind he was saying 36'c' or 36'd', then he looked at my legs, the skirt I had on was quite short, a tartan wrap-around skirt held closed close to the hem with a huge safety pin. I watched as he ordered a pint at the bar, the barman chatted to the man for a few seconds and they both looked in my direction several times, then the barman showed the man the digital camera that George had used in Susan's house earlier. There was a great deal of laughter and the man took the camera through into a back room, a few minutes later the man was back, minus the camera, he stood by the bar and took a swallow from his pint, he and the barman were looking over toward a blank white wall to one side of the dance floor, a few seconds earlier it was a wall of moving colours from an overhead projection unit, just like the old oil lamps that were popular in disco's when I was a child. The plane white wall began to dissolve once again into colours, this time it wasn't just random swirls of solid colour it was a blurred image that slowly came into focus, it was a giant picture of me sitting on a sofa in the nude. I sat thinking that's a nice picture, I look good, then there was the shot of me, Susan and Magnum, sitting by Susan's side I looked even better, I looked like a model, "Hi, I'm Martin, would you like a dance?" I held out my hand to Martin, he took it and pulled me to my feet, I was decidedly shaky on my feet, I had drank more in two hours that I would drink in a week normally. By the time we reached the middle of the dance floor I had begun to work out the whole walking thing, when we reached the exact centre of the dance floor Martin turned to me and said, "You are perfectly safe with me!" but as he spoke his voice croaked up a level and his words jarred against my woozy brain. "What did you say?" I Snapped back at him, he cleared his throat and repeated, "You are perfectly safe with me!" His voice low, sweet and steady once more, and my defences dropped once again and I felt warm and safe again. "Would you like to undress for me?" Martin said, he hadn't even begun to dance with me; apart from guiding me by the hand to the dance floor he hadn't even touched me. I was dancing in the old disco style, the kind of dance that saw lovers standing eight feet apart and leaping about like a mad man on speed, I was not dancing around my handbag though as I did in those faraway years when I was young and first in love with John, no not my handbag on the floor in front of my feet but my skirt and top, laying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Martin was simply standing watching my cavorting a few feet in front of him. While I had been dancing a few more men had arrived, one had a woman with him, he stood behind the seat I had been sitting in before I started to dance, the barman moved all of my stuff over to a table in the darker corner of the room. The couple sat for a little while, the woman was watching me dance for Martin, I noticed that every time I turned to face her she was staring at me. There were now five men in the room, one was approaching the woman, he held out his hand for the woman to take but she refused him, I watched her escorts mouth closely and I saw him form the words that were now so familiar to me, "You are perfectly safe with me!" She reached out her hand to the man and he pulled her to her feet. They walked past me on the dance floor and I thought nothing of it when I heard the man saying over and over again "You are perfectly safe with me!" As I turned to face the woman I noticed that she was wearing a new looking sheath dress, it was extremely tight on her, so tight that I could see that she was not wearing a bra and that from the indentations around her waste she was wearing very lacy 'G' string panties and nothing else. Martin came close behind me, he was fondling my breasts from behind, watching the couple dancing over my shoulder, during that first dance I watched as the man escorting the woman exposed her breasts and panties, all the time he was whispering almost silently "You are perfectly safe with me!" Martin reached down over my stomach and placed his hand between my legs, he was quite rough as he forced my legs apart. The music ended and I watched a second man move in and take the young woman's hand from the first man and they went off again dancing a smooch style dance. I was beginning to climb a long pathway to a climax, Martin wasn't very experienced and wasn't interested in my pleasure, he was more into himself but he was still able to get me started on that beautiful road to climactic heaven. I watched as the lacy 'G' string was torn apart and fell to the floor, the Lycra dress was now rolled into a ring around the woman's waste, she looked lovely and fresh, her breasts were extremely firm, her nipples were sticking out proudly in front of her, her stomach was totally flat, she looked like she was barely seventeen years old, I looked toward her partner, he looked about forty years old, there was a strong similarity in their features and I thought that he could have been her father. Martin was guiding me toward a bench at the side of the dance floor, he was trying to move me into position so that he could fuck me, I was trying to watch the woman and what the men standing all around her were up to. I began to fight Martin off, I knew that I didn't want to fuck with him right then, he raised his hand but before he could strike my face, which was his intended target Leroy had a hold of his arm and was escorting him from the room. George arrived at my side in quick order, I was picking up my top and skirt from the dance floor, George was quick to say, "You are perfectly safe with me!" a few times in his best, smoothest, voice. I allowed George to take my clothes from my hands and he led me over to the group of men standing around the woman, who was laying on the top of the table, under the full glare of the overhead spot lights. "Anna, this is Gemma, she loved watching you dance earlier just for her," George was talking in his smooth voice; his lips were touching my ear as he spoke. "Gemma would love for you to touch her Anna, she would love you to kiss her!" I moved around the table and bent over Grmma's face, I kissed her on the mouth, the first time I had ever kissed woman that I wasn't related to on the mouth. Gemma opened her mouth for me, I gently explored her mouth and she explored min with our tongues, George took my hand and guided it to Gemma's breast, I was so, so gentle as I massaged first one breast and then the other, I pinched Gemma's nipples hard as I passed over them but I was generally gentle while playing with her breasts. Eventually George pulled my hand further down Gemma's body, I felt her pussy mound, she was breathing heavily into my mouth, raising her buttocks off of the table pushing her pussy mound up against my hand. I found her inner moistness, her clitoris was like a tiny hard cock under my index finger, each time I rubbed over it Gemma almost leapt off of the table, she was experiencing a violent orgasm, her breathing was now so hard that she was filling my mouth with her spittle, she was totally uncontrollable. I felt my hand get suddenly wet as Gemma lost control of her water and pissed a great stream over a man standing too close while watching my fingers working their magic between the younger woman's legs. George touched my face, only very light pressure but I allowed him to move not just my head but my whole body downwards, he positioned my head between Gemma's legs, I just nose-dived into her delicious pussy. I lapped greedily at her labia, forcing the tip of my tongue deep inside of her body; she was making a lot of noise, thrashing about so hard that it was difficult to keep mouth contact with her pussy. I looked up without taking my mouth from her mound, she was being held up from behind so that she could watch what I was doing to her as well as feel it. I had been crouching down but now someone was lifting my body so that I was bent at the waste with my legs straight. I didn't miss a single lap at Gemma's pussy as I was moved into my new position. I felt something pressing against my own pussy, it took a lot of pressure to force the object inside of me, it was huge, red hot and extremely long, it entered my body and seemed to run into my vaginal sheath for about ten inches. I gasped "Yesssssssss" into Gemma's pussy. The cock in my body was now moving rapidly back and forth inside of me, I looked back quickly and saw that it was Leroy fucking me. I attacked Gemma's fanny with renewed gusto, Gemma rewarded my mouth by reaching a climax that was even greater than the one that had seen a stream of her piss hit a guy standing two feet away. I just raised my mouth off of her pussy as she lost control once more, her piss covered my chin, chest, breasts and stomach, I had received a golden shower but I should say a golden bidet as it came upwards and not down. Leroy filled my pussy in quick time and as he pulled out of me I was picked up bodily and turned so that my vagina was over Gemma's face, my bottom was pressed down and Gemma ate Leroy's baby juice from out of my pussy, I dropped my face between Gemma's legs and we performed a long, long sixty-nine on each other. Gemma brought me to at least ten orgasms in that sixty-nine position and eventually neither of us could reach another climax and so we slid apart. Leroy told me that it was ten o'clock and he had called a taxi for me. I dressed quickly and as I walked passed Gemma I heard her say thank you for bringing me tonight dad, I love you. Part 2 running up to the move The taxi that Leroy, the doorman from the Hole in the Wall club, had ordered for me was a 'gypsy cab' and so there was no meter for me to watch on the drive home so I was forced to ask the driver how much he wanted as he pulled up outside my house, I was surprised to find out that the club had paid for my taxi ride home. I noticed that the living room light was on as I walked from the cab to the front door, I checked my watch, ten-twenty- five, Clare would probably still be up. I had after all given her permission to invite her boyfriend over to see her. Once through the front door I leaned my back against it, the loud clunk as the latch fired into the keep sounded safe and reassuring, the new lock was more than twice the size of the old Yale lock, there was a key hole on the inside so that the door could be double locked when the house was empty or overnight. I felt so safe with that new lock that I didn't mind at all when John removed the top and bottom bolts that I had used for added safety every night since I could remember. We had the same high quality, large, lock on the back door too, and so long as I remembered to remove the key from the inside key hole then no one could get through the doors uninvited. I opened the living room door, I should have been shocked but I was hardly even surprised by what I saw, so much had happened in the last few days that I think the only thing that would have registered as odd even would be a Formula One racing car and pit crew in the room. What should have shocked me was Clare and Tony, both fully nude in the living room, Clare on her knees, on the floor, face and chest down into the sofa seat cushion with Tony crouching behind her making love to her. I noticed that Clare's training plug was standing on its wide flange on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It looked strangely odd in its own right, a coffee table with an erection; especially such a strange shaped one. Tony and Clare had obviously not heard me come in. Tony almost jumped when I walked past them, I could hear from their joint breathing that hey were both on the edge of their climax, I did a double take when I saw the plug on the coffee table and sure enough Tony was making use of Clare's anal passageway for sex, I also noticed that Clare was masturbating herself as Tony was fucking her ass. "God, sorry, do you want us to go upstairs?" Tony sputtered out as he saw me staring at them, "No, it's OK, I'm just going into the kitchen fore something to eat," I replied. I put the kettle on for coffee and Clare called out, "Mum are you making a hot drink?" "Coffee!" I shouted back, "Can you make Tony one with one sugar and could you make me a cocoa please?" I took the three drinks and a sandwich for me through to the living room, I was going to drop off their drinks and then take my drink and food up to my bedroom so that I could watch a little TV before I went to sleep. Clare stopped me as I was about to go through the door to the stairs, "Mum why don't you come and sit here with us?" She said. I went to sit on the chair opposite the sofa but Clare said, "no, over here!" So I moved to the sofa, Tony was just moving his penis slowly in and out of Clare's bottom now, I had heard him climax while I was making his coffee. I really had expected them to have finished after I heard Tony's orgasm but no, he was just moving very slowly in and back out, trying to keep his cock in contact with Clare while he regained his full erection once again. I sat at the side of Clare; she picked op my closest leg and pulled it under her chest, forcing me to move slightly over towards her. I was now sitting on the Sofa with one leg either side of Clare; she undid the large safety pin holding the bottom of my wrap around skirt closed. Her face lit up when she saw that I had no panties on. She lifted each of my feet on to the edge of the sofa cushion causing my knees to rise up higher than my head and tilting my vagina forward so that it was well clear of the seat cushion. Clare was looking up into my eyes as she lowered her head to my vagina, she put out her tongue and licked deeply between my pussy lips, "Mmmm, she mewed, who has left his 'calling card' in here then?" Before I could say anything Clare was greedily making a withdrawal from Leroy's deposit account in my own personal sperm bank. Tony began increasing his tempo once again; he pushed Clare hard against my pussy with each forward thrust. I blew into an earth-shattering climax within seconds; I seemed to climax easier and easier these days. Clare reached her climax shortly after me as I was making my way up to a second climax. After bringing me to my second orgasm Clare put her hand behind her to stop Tony's thrusting, "Do you mind if we stop now darling?" Clare said to Tony, "I'm starting to get a little sore now and it's time I went to bed anyway!" Clare went up to bed alone, taking her cocoa with her, Tony said, "I hope you don't mind, Clare took a while to get to sleep last night because she isn't use to sharing with anyone, so she asked me to give her an hour so that she could get properly to sleep before I go up." His face had a sycophantic smile on it as he spoke; he was still in the nude, sitting wiping his cock clean of the mixture of lubricant, sperm and my daughter's faecal matter, with a tissue. We sat drinking our coffee and chatting about things in general. Tony's cock had fallen flaccid for a while and it seemed totally normal for us to be sitting like this, he totally nude and I wearing just a wrap skirt, that kept falling open when ever I moved and a thin top. I had to pay a visit to the toilet around eleven thirty and decided to change into my nighty ready for bed, I returned to the sitting room intending to see if Tony needed anything before I went to bed. When I returned to the sitting room Tony was sitting watching a film on the TV, it was a mild blue film from a satellite channel. Tony was sitting slowly rubbing his cock, it was about half erect at that point but as soon as he saw me in my nighty it jumped to fully erect. I knew I was asking for trouble but I still asked Tony if I could do anything for him before I went to bed, his face split by a 'Cheshire cat' grin as he said, "Well there is one thing you could help me with" as he looked down towards his lap. Tony stood and walked towards me, his cock was hard and proceeded him like a lance, it was around seven inches long and thinner than most men I have seen of his age, he pulled my nighty up over my head with little ceremony, we were both now completely naked, standing facing each other it the middle of the living room. Tony stepped back slightly, he looked down at my hairy pussy and took a hand full of my pubic hair, he pulled it from side to side, quite roughly. "I prefer these to be hairless or at least only sparsely covered like your Clare's," he said. He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and pressed downward, I complied and went down onto my knees. Tony pressed his cock against my lips, I really didn't want to take him in my mouth like that, the vision of him fucking Clare's tight bottom earlier and the fact that he had only wiped himself rather than washing his cock after that act really did put me off a lot. Tony took a hand full of my hair and used it to pull my face hard into his groin. I eventually gave in and allowed his cock to enter my mouth. I had seen Tony being very gentle and caring while he was making love to Clare but he was showing a very different side of his character to me now. His thrusting cock invaded my mouth; he pulled me hard by my hair so that I would allow his cock to force its way past my esophagus and into my throat. Tony used my throat to masturbate himself into, he fired off his juice directly into my stomach. He produced copious amounts of fluid, which churned in my stomach for ages after. I heard the clock strike midnight just as he finished climaxing into my throat; he told me that he would love it if I would shave myself while he watched me. I allowed him to guide me up to the bathroom and he produced a safety razor and foam from his overnight bag. He watched every stripe of flesh appear from beneath the white mountain of foam covering my mound. He was getting very excited as he made me clear every last strand of hair, even from around my anus, he shaved the hairs from the small of my back as I couldn't reach there. "Do you have a full length mirror anywhere?" he asked. I led him through to my bedroom; I had a full-length mirror mounted on the wall at the foot of my bed. Tony positioned me, standing facing the mirror with my legs wide open, he stood behind me, pulled the plug from out of my bottom and replaced it instantly with his cock, there was no gentleness, just brute, animal force. Tony was looking at the reflection of my body in the mirror, he was almost getting more turned on by looking at my reflection than he was by actually fucking my anus. Tony and I fucked, we didn't make love, just fucked, until around one am, it was much later than I would normally be going to bed, the latest I ever went to bed normally was midnight. Tony left me, to spend what was left of the night with Clare, in her single bed and left me to sleep alone in my king-sized bed. I had to wash my bottom well as I felt very dirty and used in that area. I slipped between my sheets and suddenly became aware of a voice coming from my pillow, I lifted my pillow and the voice became louder, I pulled back the bottom sheet and then the mattress protector and found a small 'pillow speaker', the kind people use if they want to learn subliminally while they slept, the speaker was running through the same mantra over and over again, "You are perfectly safe with me. It is perfectly safe to have fun with other men if I am here with you, it is perfectly safe if you are at home, just let yourself be free." I had been feeling very paranoid when I heard voices coming from my bed but now I felt perfectly safe, I remade the bed and fell asleep to my husband's gentle, sweet voice, calmly reassuring me that all would be well. I woke to the radio blaring out hard rock music; the radio company should be fined for noise pollution putting on Iron Maiden at seven o'clock in the morning. I collected the post from the front door; I was walking around the house in the nude, as I hadn't bothered finding my nighty at one o'clock in the morning, when I finally went to bed. I used my key to take the double lock feature off of my front door, then I walked into the sitting room, my nighty was sitting there on the floor mocking me, reminding me of how Tony used me the previous night to vent his more animalistic side. I first felt my mound, totally smooth and hairless, then I felt my bottom, empty, I worried slightly if sleeping all night without my training plug inside my bottom may have set my training back. I started breakfast and called up stairs to tell Clare that it was time for her to get up and get ready for school. Clare called that she was awake and then I heard a slow rhythmic squeaking from Clare's single bed, Tony was fucking my daughter once again, I stood listening to the sounds, there were non of the bestial sounds of force that Tony had used on me the previous night, I walked up and stood by Clare's bedroom door, it was slightly open and I could see Tony and Clare, Tony was being totally kind and gentle with Clare and it looked so lovely and natural that I could have stood there all day watching them instead of watching the breakfast cooking. I turned to walk back down stairs as quietly as I had walked up, there was something out of place, I could remember that I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom when Tony took my training plug out of my bottom but here it was on the telephone table on the landing, it was standing erect on top of two video cassettes. I recognised the title of the top video, it was the one that I had travelled all the way to the Hole in the Wall club and then left without collecting, and there was another one there too. I realised that it had been George; he was just showing me that he could come and go as he pleased. I gathered the pile containing the plug and videos and took them into the living room. There was a note placed between the two videos. "Hi Anna, Tony is right, you look much better when you are shaved like that but you should really remember to replace your plug after every training session." I was totally shocked now, George must have been inside my house while I was 'entertaining' Tony. Clare ate her breakfast and Tony took her to school, I popped the video of me into the player and watched it, I thought that it would have shown me from the point where I was lying on the table with all of those wonderful men 'looking after' me but I was wrong, I was on screen from the first man that took me onto the dance floor, there were long range shots and extreme close-ups. I rewound to the moment that I was first escorted onto the dance floor; there was a close up of Robin's face, I could see his lips were moving slightly, right next to my ear, it looked as if he was just kissing and nibbling my ear but I suddenly worked out that he was whispering the same message that I kept hearing from everyone I met in the last four days, "You are perfectly safe with me." Of those men that danced with me and that I managed to see a close-up of their faces while dancing, they were all whispering the same thing to me over and over again. I ejected the tape and started the other one, it was of the young girl, the video was almost the same as mine, with the exception that I played a part in her video, I loved watching Leroy pounding into me, loved even more when I was placed over Gemma's face and I watched as great globules of Leroy's cum dripped from my pussy and was greedily eaten by Gemma. It was lunchtime before I finished watching the video of Gemma, the camera took over an hour of film after I had been taken home by taxi, it was great to see her get her sperm shower, because she was so young and her breasts were so perfectly formed if a little small every man who masturbated onto her tried to hit her breasts. I realised how late it was, I hadn't done any of my housework on the Monday as I had planned and now it looked like Tuesday was slipping away from me too. I decided to make the beds and tidy up the upstairs, I knew that the bathroom was in a mess from my midnight shaving session. I went to make Clare's bed first, she had entertained her boyfriend two nights so I guessed her bed would need to be stripped and remade with fresh linen. I pulled Clare's duvet back, there was a large brown stain right in the centre of the bottom sheet, I pulled the sheet off of the bed and noticed that the stain had actually made it through to the mattress protector so I took that off too. There was a little pillow speaker like I had found on my bed at one o'clock in the morning, the speaker had gone from my mind totally until that point. I followed the thin wire that fed the signal to the speaker; it was tucked under the edge of the fitted carpet and through a little hole in the wall between Clare's bedroom and the airing cupboard. I searched the airing cupboard, there was a personal CD player, running on permanent repeat, hidden behind the hot water tank that was connected to a very complex timer amplifier unit, which fed a wire through to Clare's room and another off to my bedroom. I checked the timer out, it was set for one am to five am Monday to Friday and to be off all weekend. I pulled the two phono plugs out of the timer and took the player down to the living room, fortunately there were good batteries in the CD player and it continued to spin as I pulled the power supply from it. I plugged the phono leads into the Hi-fi in the sitting room; before I started the machine playing I altered the tone and treble controls and turned the volume up slightly, there was total confusion, the words coming from each side were different. I had to turn the balance control all the way to the left to hear one message and to the right to hear the other. One message was tailored to me and the other to Clare, I would have to be careful to put the phono leads back into the right socket when I put the thing back in the airing cupboard. The main message was the same in both speakers, and it went on for almost the whole CD, but I kept hearing an occasional extra message on my side like "When you are safe at home you will only see or hear those that you know to be in the house." I didn't listen to any more, I had to get everything back in the airing cupboard and make sure that the right message went to the right bed. I tried to get all of my housework finished by the time Clare arrived home but hadn't finished the upstairs when I heard her let herself in. The phone rang almost as soon as Clare walked through the front door, she sat next to me and started chatting to Tony, it wasn't very long before she was on her feet and had walked into the kitchen. Clare was soon back by my side, face like thunder, "Problems?" I asked. "Fuck him!" She said, she told me that because it was there last week together, she had agreed to spend Saturday night with him at his house if he spent as much time as possible with her for the rest of the week, she knew that he would have to go to football training on Wednesday and Thursday evenings, he always did. They had planned to go to a French 'art' film at the theatre above the Lion and Unicorn pub in Kentish Town, she wanted to see how much of the French language she could understand and even though Tony didn't understand any French he would have enjoyed the film as it was a 'XXX' rated movie. "Is he driving from work to collect me to take me to Kentish Town now? No! He is on a coach heading to Birmingham to watch a football match, just because his mate had a spare ticket. They won't be home until around midnight and he had the nerve to ask if you would leave the front door key under the mat for him." "And what did you tell him?" "I said that I would ask but that I thought you might not like to leave the key like that but I told him to come over and try anyway!" I told her that I wasn't happy to leave the key and she smiled, "I wasn't going to ask you to, fuck him, he just wants to use me when he wants and go with his friend when it suits him." I realised that even though she was only fourteen she was really quite grown up. "What are you doing tonight mum?" "Packing and getting ready for the move on Saturday." "Play hooky with me, I still want to go to that French film and I'm sure you will love the film too." Clare had turned almost instantly from being really and truly 'pissed off', to beaming and happy in just a few seconds, how could I say no, I just nodded my agreement. Clare bounced out of the room, she ran up the stairs and I could hear her going from room to room, "Mum where is that new dress that dad brought on Saturday?" she called down to me. I told her that it had been washed and was hanging in the utility room. She came down with her black, strapless, Lycra sheath dress and two pairs of Thong panties in black silk, "We should go as twins" she said, as she walked into the room. We dressed to match, both wearing light weight, black bolero jackets and black four inch healed shoes, the only thing that didn't match was our handbags. The taxi dropped us off on the Kentish Town Road, Clare wanted a burger before we went into the theatre, the pub that housed the theatre was what we call a 'Paddy' pub, owned and frequented by the Irish 'ex-Pat' community. The theatre pub was about two hundred yards from the Kentish Town Road on the corner of Gaisford Road, which is a rather grubby side road and Hammond Street, which is even grubbier. I paid for two tickets in the bar, leaving Clare standing in the doorway leading up to the theatre. She would pass as eighteen in the darkened entrance to the theatre but not under the full glare of the lights in the bar. When I returned to Clare she was chatting to a man who looked around forty years old, he had a fawn coloured, summer mackintosh on over a business suit. Clare and I chose to sit around three rows from the back of the theatre in the centre of the row, there was lots of space as there were only eight or nine people in the auditorium, Clare and I being the only females in the audience. The man in his business suit had walked up in front of us and had made it all the way to the back row before looking back to see where Clare and I were. I could see the look of disappointment on his face as he saw Clare and I were three rows in front of him. The film started, it was in French without subtitles but everyone knew exactly what was going on, almost a perfect case of non-verbal communication transcending nationality. We had been watching the film for around fifteen minutes when I noticed city gent walking toward a door marked 'Gents' by the side of the screen. The film had started off with very strong sexual content and as he went into the toilet I assumed that he was going to masturbate following the strong start to the film. I was wrong because no sooner had he door closed than it opened again; he had removed his mackintosh and was carrying it over his arm. I was about to whisper to Clare that it hadn't taken him long to climax but my words were cut short by him walking along our row, he stopped and sat with just one seat between Clare and himself. My mouth was still by Clare's ear when I noticed the man had placed his mackintosh so that it was covering his lap, hanging over each side of him. He had put one hand under the coat as soon as he settled down and was now jerking his hand up and down. He either had a cock that was a foot long or he was making exaggerated movements in the hopes of attracting Clare's attention, after a few seconds he cleared his throat which made Clare look over towards him, she smiled sweetly and then looked back at the screen. "Mum do you have any pound coins?" She whispered to me. I opened my purse and she scooped a handful of coins out without looking. Clare stood up, took off her jacket and placed it on top of her seat and laid her handbag on top of that. Then she squeezed past me and walked down to the front of the theatre. She stood out side of the Ladies toilet and looked toward the usherette to make sure she wasn't looking before side stepping into the gent's toilet. City gent almost injured himself, trying to close his trousers as fast as he could, I read his mind as, 'he was trying to get to the toilet before Clare changed her mind'. Before he could leave his seat Clare was back in the auditorium, I could see she had something in her hand as she walked along the other side of the room, which meant that she had to walk past city gent to get to her seat. Clare handed me something, in the dark I didn't look too closely and she gave me a hand full of coins to put back into my purse. I watched her put something small and silky into the top of her handbag, it looked a little like a black silk thong. She also rested a small packet of condoms on top of her bag; she didn't sit on her original seat but sat on the one next to city gent. I was now more interested in what Clare was doing than the actors in the film. I watched as Clare opened her legs slightly so that her knee was touching city gent's knee, he casually flipped his mackintosh so that it covered most of Clare's lap as well as his own. I watched closely as his hand slid sideways, on to Clare's thigh. It didn't take long before Clare had started to breath a little deeper, she slid forward in her seat slightly and that caused the coat covering her lap to open slightly so that I could see the mans hand buried deep between her legs. I also saw that Clare had started to reciprocate and was gently massaging the man's cock. City gent whispered something to Clare and nodded over his shoulder toward the back row. Clare smoothed her dress down and stood up, she leaned over to me and asked me to bring her stuff for her, she picked up the packet of condoms and walked off following city gent to the back row. He guided her into one of the corners; I could see that the seats started about four foot from the corner of the room in that row. I followed on having gathered up all of mine as well as Clare's belongings. Clare was sitting in the last seat before the gap and then the corner, city gent was on the second seat and his coat was now covering the third meaning that I had to sit on the fourth seat. We sat for a few moments, city gent keeping a close eye on the entrance and occasionally looking back toward the projection booth. When he was happy that our move had gone un-noticed he pulled Clare forward in her seat. "What about your part of the deal?" Clare whispered to city gent, he nodded and reached into his pocket, he passed me something and then continued to move Clare in her seat, he pulled her dress up so that her bottom half was totally exposed, he finger-fucked her for a while and then he started to lick between her legs. I noticed that a man had moved into the row in front of us and was looking back more than he was looking forward. City gent tried to pull Clare's dress all the way off but she stopped him; she slipped off of her seat and into the space between the seat and the sidewall. Then she pulled her dress off over her head and threw it over to me. City gent slid down on the floor next to Clare and I watched as she rolled a condom down over his shaft. He only took a short time to fill the condom and after a little more kissing and touching he pulled his trousers up and sidled off and out of the theatre. Clare was giggling as she pulled her dress back over her head and rejoined me in the seats, she opened my hand, city gent had given me a small roll of bank notes, there was fifty pounds in my hand and I hadn't even looked to see what he had given me. I watched as the man on the row in front of us moved slowly along the row until he was directly in front of me, and as he looked over his shoulder he had an uninterrupted view of Clare's legs. I watched Clare, each time the man looked back she would open her legs a little to let him see that she had no panties on. Eventually he stepped over the back of his seat and sat next to Clare. They chatted for a few minutes in silenced whispers and then he handed her twenty-five pounds, Clare passed it on to me and knelt down on the floor in front of him. She pulled the top of her dress down so that her dress was just a crumpled heap on the floor around her knees. Then she bent forward and took his cock in her mouth and spent ten minutes sucking his cock while he reached over and rubbed her pussy from behind. I watched as the stranger bucked his body up into Clare's face his teeth gritted tightly closed and almost silent grunts as he filled her mouth with his cum. Clare swallowed his sperm completely and pulled her dress back up to cover herself before returning once more to her seat. The man simply zipped up his trousers and walked out of the theatre. Of the eight men that were in the theatre, Clare gave two oral relief, one a hand relief and three men had full sex with her. By the time the film ended and the house lights went up again there was only two men left in the room, they were sitting next to each other and it looked, from the where I was sitting, like they had sorted each other out with their sexual needs. Clare asked me for a tissue and used it to pick up the three used condoms that had been discarded into the corner with their necks tied tightly closed. Clare placed her jacket over her hand to hide both tissue and content from the usherette as we walked out. We walked up to the Kentish Town Road and standing at the end of Gaisford Road we looked across the Kentish Town Road, there was a health spa directly opposite called Rio's, Clare asked if I wanted to spend a little of her 'earnings' on a sauna, I checked my watch and told her that it was too late, "That's a shame, it's a nudist health spa you know!" Clare had a cheeky grin on her face but I batted the back of her head in a playful way and hailed a taxi. Clare was in the bathroom, she was rinsing her mouth out with antiseptic mouthwash, gargling and spitting over and over again. "I would really love to brush my teeth too," she said as I passed her, "Well why don't you do just that?" I asked, "Oh! Mum, don't you know anything about sexually transmitted disease?" Clare explained about the dangers of brushing after oral sex and the fact that it increased the chance of infection if you brush within four hours of performing a blowjob. I went to bed worrying about that, I hadn't thought about it at all as she was selling herself to those men in the theatre, I had been proud of her for thinking of getting the condoms, of how she had managed the whole thing in a very adult way, how she kept total control of the situation, and had a lot of fun as well. But now I was worried, so worried that I couldn't sleep, just after midnight I heard the loud growl of Tony's car as he drove to our front door, heard his car door close gently, heard his footsteps up to my front door, then the "Fucking bitch" as he realised there was no key for him. The footsteps returning to the parked car were louder than the ones to the front door, the car door closed with glass rattling force, the car engine was gunned into life, revved way beyond reasonable and wheels screeching for a hundred yards or so as a very frustrated man drove back to his own home. I lay listening to the ticking of the cock, watched as one o'clock flashed onto the screen of my alarm clock and suddenly I fell asleep with a feeling that everything was, 'Perfectly safe if you are at home, just let yourself be free'. I had to work like a thing possessed the next day, I had to pack everything that I had failed to pack the previous evening, I checked my plan over and over again, everything was on the list, things to do by this night, that morning, the other afternoon. Well right now I may as well throw it all away. I made reasonable progress during the morning, mainly because I had allowed an hour to arrange the telephone to be changed over to the new tenant from eight o'clock on the next Saturday morning and as it turned out they were very efficient and it took only five minutes from dialling to hanging up. Mid-afternoon the phone rang, "Hi this is Patrick O'Connor," "Hello, Patrick who?" "Patrick the site agent from Nottinghamshire," "Oh hi Patrick, what can I do for you?" "Just a courtesy call really, the company have finished laying your carpets and the beds have been delivered." "Sorry, What beds?" "The five new king-sized beds have just been delivered, I only really rang to tell you that we had them put one in each bedroom as they are all identical there didn't seem any point in holding them in the store room until you came up on Saturday morning, just one less job for you to do I thought." I thanked Patrick for his call and hung up. I called John on his mobile phone, "Sorry darling he said, they told me that the beds would take up to six months to arrive and they have got them there in three." What do I do with our beds now, the plan calls for them to be moved up to Nottingham on Saturday." "I'll ring you back!" John said, it took just over an hour for John to ring me back, he told me that the new tenants would like the beds if we wanted to leave them behind. Just another alteration to my plan I said to myself as I hung up the phone. Clare helped me after she got home from school; we had almost everything that we didn't need to use before our move, packed into boxes and stacked in our spare bedroom. By the time Clare went to bed I was back on track, according to my plan. I had a drink of wine before I went up to bed, I had packed most of my clothes so I wore an old nighty to bed, I planned on throwing it away on Saturday morning so it would do for the next three nights without washing, I wore plain, white cotton, bikini brief panties under my nighty and went to bed a little merry, just before midnight. I had a very lurid dream during the night; it was so totally realistic that I thought that I was dreaming in colour when I know full well that people only ever dream in black and white. When I woke in the morning I was totally naked, I thought that I must have become hot, possibly as a result of my dream, and undressed myself, then I noticed that my training plug was missing from my bottom, I tracked it down in the bathroom soaking in soapy water, I definitely hadn't done that in my sleep, I checked my bed, there were definite traces of sperm and a brown stain similar to the one I found in Clare's bed after Tony had used her anus for his pleasure. I had to strip my bed and unpack a box with the bedding that I had packed for the move. I also had to find another nighty, as mine was nowhere to be seen. After Clare had left for school for her last day before the big move I sat and tried to remember the dream I had the night before, I could see George Macky's face, in my dream. I thought that he may have been watching rather than actually fucking me, it was the strangest feeling, I was being well and truly fucked in my dream but there was no one touching me, almost as if a ghost was inside of me. I shook myself, "You'll be seeing little green men next" I said to myself. Clare and I had a quiet night in on Thursday, there was nothing to pack, nothing to worry about, Clare wasn't at school on Friday so it didn't matter if she was late to bed, so we just sat drinking wine and chatting until the early hours of the morning. When we finally went to bed Clare ran into my room, "There is a voice coming from my bed!" She said, I told her to, "Just lie down and she would feel OK after a few minutes," she smiled when she realised that she could hear almost the same thing from my bed too. Part 3 The Final day in Tufnell Park John left Nottingham at around twelve o'clock on Friday afternoon but he didn't arrive home until almost six pm, the first thing he said as he walked in was, "Has anyone phoned for me?" I told him that no one had phoned all afternoon, John was just giving me an 'I'm glad to be home' kiss when the phone rang, "That'll be for me" he said, then he called up to Clare to tell her that it was for him. John ran out of the sitting room and took the stairs two at a time, I listened as he walked to the phone on the landing and as soon as the ringing stopped I picked up the phone next to me and pressed the mute button. I recognised the voice on the other end of the line instantly, it was George Macky, the manager of the Hole in the Wall club. He told John that the Dutch man had brought a Great Dane in from Holland and he would be at the club later on, John reminded George that we were moving house at eight o'clock in the morning. "John I thought you really wanted to try this!" George said. I could tell that there was a little more to John's hesitation than just the family move, "I haven't really warmed Anna up to the whole scene yet," John said after his short pause. George told John that I had seen the video made the previous Friday night when I had called in at the club to collect our video from Saturday evening, and that because I didn't run off screaming he had risked taking me round to Susan's house to watch her with Magnum. John asked how it had gone and George told him that I had watched everything OK and that he didn't think I would have a problem with it. John was still a little hesitant and asked if he could have thirty minutes to think about it, "I'm a little disappointed in you John, I thought that you knew what you wanted, I'll give you twenty minutes before I phone the next on the list." The phone went dead and I replaced the receiver as quietly as possible. John came down stairs a little slower than he went up them, he came into the room to me and sat by my side on the sofa, "Can you remember what happened on Monday at Susan's house?" John asked me. "Yes of course I can, it was only four days ago!" John asked me what I thought about Susan and Magnum, I told him that I thought that it seemed to be perfectly natural between them and that as no one was forcing Magnum to do what he did then everything was fine by me. John seemed to relax a little at that, "George from the Hole in the Wall club just rang, they have a dog over from Amsterdam and because I had mentioned to George, that I would love to see you doing something like that, he has just told me that I can take you to the club tonight if you would like to try." "Would you really like to see me do something like that?" I asked. "I have thought about it for ages, I would really love to see it." "Well then, if you want me to I'll do it for you," I told him. Secretly I had thought about Susan and Magnum a few times, I wouldn't have done anything about doing something like it for myself but it had crossed my mind that it would be quite an experience, even if it was only the one time. John picked up the phone and dialled George at the club from memory, "It's OK, what time do you want us to come down? OK, see you then," one of the shortest telephone conversations I had heard John make, ever. John collected his suitcase from his car along with several carrier bags, the bags had four initials on their side, the letters were capital 'H' and 'W', lower case 'I' and 'T', the letters were weaved together into a logo and along the bottom of the bag was an internet address www.hitw.com/designer_clothing. "What's in the bag?" I asked. "You'll just have to wait a little while," John replied. I followed John up to our bedroom, he called Clare to join us, "First, I have to check if you two have been good girls, keeping up with your training" John said. Clare and I were told to undress and stand next to each other, facing the dressing table, leaning forward and supporting ourselves, by using our hands on the top of the dressing table. As soon as we were standing as described, Clare couldn't stop giggling and I had to dig her in her ribs to make her take things a little more seriously, "Your father has some new clothes for us if we can prove that we have been good, so stop messing about." I was only joking and Clare knew it, and that made her giggle even more. John had also undressed by this time, he stood behind us, he reached between Clare's legs first, he took a hold of the flange at the base of the training plug and turned it slightly, "Mmm, turns easy," then he pulled it out gently. "OK, that feels nice and free, well done Clare, you can have your present in a moment." John did the same to me, with the same results, "Obviously, the proof of the pudding is in the tasting" John said as he stooped down slightly and pressed his cock against Clare's bottom, I stood upright and watched as John impaled Clare on his very hard erection. He slid in to her, even without any lubrication, as easily as if he was pushing into her vagina. John only fucked her for a few moments then he said, "OK, no need for that training plug anymore darling." Then he pushed me forward so that I was in my former stance, he did the same to me, he didn't even wipe his cock off between mother and daughter, he slipped into me just as easily as he had into Clare, he fucked me a little longer though, he left his calling card in my bottom and as he pulled his cock out his calling card began to dribble down the back of my legs. "Won't it be lovely when we have the new bathroom with a bidet to help clean up after things like this?" John said. I took a shower first, while I was in there John washed his cock in the sink and I watched as he walked over to our bedroom again, I could see through the open doorways that John had gotten Clare to kneel on the floor in front of him and she was busily sucking his cock. I had finished my shower and had walked back into the room as John was about to climax, I watched as he pulled her head hard into his body. Clare began to gag slightly as her fathers cock buried its self deep into her throat, he finished himself off with his cock head lodged in her esophagus. Clare had her shower as soon as her father released her head. John passed me the carrier bag with my new clothes in, there was a micro mini skirt in black leather, a leather bolero jacket that had a thin strap to hold the front together, the sides of the jacket only just covered the dark areola surrounding my nipples, the front of the jacket was open by about five inches. There was a pair of black leather thong panties and black 'hold-up' stockings, the kind that didn't need a suspender belt. I dressed and John let out a low whistle, "You look fantastic dressed like that!" He said. Clare was given exactly the same set of clothes as I, obviously hers were a few sizes smaller but when we stood side by side looking in the mirror we looked exactly the same. We had both put on our four inch heals, that we had worn the previous night. John had his shower last and he dressed quite normally. I picked up a topcoat and John shook his head, "Nothing should hide such beauty as yours" he said. John phoned a taxi, we would usually walk out to the main road and just hail a hackney cab but even John had to admit that we might attract a little attention out on the street dressed as we were. The taxi was a similar Gypsy cab to the one that had brought me home from the club on Monday night. I noticed that there was a phone number on the side of the cab and an internet address, www.hitw.com/taxi now that was a coincidence, the clothing shop that John had brought our clothes from in Nottingham had almost exactly the same address as the cab company. It was a miracle that we didn't crash during our journey to the Hole in the Wall club, as the driver couldn't take his eyes off of Clare's body during the entire drive. It was still light when we arrived outside the club, I felt very self-conscious as I walked from the cab to the door of the club, I looked at Clare expecting to see her looking just as uncomfortable as I but looking at her face she was loving the attention she was receiving. There were five men and two women standing outside the club waiting for the doorman to check their membership, as we waited at the back of the queue a man approached me, his face showing the scares of a recent beating, "I'm very sorry about Monday night, please forgive me" he said to me. I had no idea who he was or why he would be apologising to me, and so I 'cold shouldered' him and I eventually walked past Leroy and on to the stairs leading up to the main room of the club, Clare whispered to me, "Was that the black guy that you told me about from Monday night?" I nodded, "Mmmm, he looks gorgeous!" John asked me what the guy had done to me on Monday and I told him that I had no idea, "Well you have just got him kicked out of the club for nothing," John said, apparently the doorman. Leroy, was watching to see if I would accept his apology before giving him his membership back, and as I hadn't that was him finished at the club for ever. I went back to Leroy and asked him what it was all about, he told me that the guy had been taught a lesson on Monday for acting like a pratt with me, I told him that I didn't remember anything and that I felt awful if I he had been hurt on my behalf. "He had been warned before, he just doesn't know how to behave with the women who come in here, thinks he can treat all of them like he does his wife, no great loss to the club" The main room in the club was packed, there were almost a hundred people in there, about an eighty, twenty split between men and women but it made the place look more like a club and not just someone's large living room. Clare was dancing with a young man; she loved being the centre of attention. I watched as four men danced with her, watched as they touched her body, as they undressed her, by the time the fifth man had taken her hand on the dance floor all she had on was her 'hold-ups' stockings. John went to the bar for another drink; the club was so full of customers that the barman was unable to deliver drinks to the table as he had done on my two previous visits. While John was away I noticed that the sixth man to take Clare's hand didn't dance with her but he took her to his table where she sat on his knee and they kissed and he fondled her throughout the tune. John returned and gave me a long drink, lots of ice and very refreshing, another man had collected Clare as the music stopped and took her to a different table, and as the next tune started they were kissing with Clare sitting on his lap. I had noticed a few men were going through a curtain at the side of the entrance to the main room, I also noticed as one went through that there were stairs beyond the curtain. "Are you ready?" John asked me. I looked at him a little blankly. "I think they are almost ready for us upstairs," he said. "Oh! I said, "I didn't realise that we would be going to another room." John smiled at this, "Not everyone is into the more special aspect of sex, so there is a separate room for the more extreme acts." I was asked if I would like to dance, I looked at the man holding his hand out to me, I recognised him from my first visit, it was Robin, I told him that I thought that we were about to go to another room and Robin told me that he knew, but that it was better to have a dance first. Robin led me to the centre of the dance floor, he took my chin I between his thumb and forefinger and kissed me on the lips tenderly. "You will be perfectly safe with me!" he said. It was unusual for him to say it the way he did, in his normal voice, to my face, instead of in a low whisper into my ear. Then we started to dance, I felt his lips moving against my ear and I realised that he was repeating the same calming mantra, over and over again, as we danced, but this time I couldn't hear the words, just feel the calmness flood over me. I felt my bolero top fall open within seconds of the dance starting, less than half way through the top was off completely and then the mini skirt fell to the floor too. At the end of that track no one took my hand, Robin kept my body pulled tightly to his, we even kept up the gentle swaying that was passing for dancing, when the next tune started I felt my panties go, and Robin's hand reach down to feel my bald pussy. Robin gently massaged between my thighs, the feeling was electric, I could feel the eyes of the room burning into my flesh. I made to look around the room, I was going to look for Clare but Robin stopped me, he held me with my back to the room until the end of the record. Robin whispered, "There is no one in the building but we two. Everyone has gone but us." I could see at least three couples dancing behind us before Robin told me the building was empty and as soon as he had said the words I looked again to see that they had vanished. Robin took my hand and turned me around, "How many people do you see Anna?" "Just you Robin!" I replied. Robin led me toward the curtains covering the stairs to the second floor; the room was empty apart from a bench. The top of the bench was about ten inches off of the floor; there were rings along the side of the bench, some of which had leather straps tied through them. "Hamlet is here Anna, do you see how glossy his coat is? How tall this magnificent dog is?" Suddenly I saw the Great Dane. Standing by the bench, he seemed to be licking something intently on the bench, Robin saw my obvious concern at the dog's actions, "Clare is here with us too" Robin said, as soon as he said that I saw that Clare was laying on her back on the bench, Hamlet was washing between her legs thoroughly. I watched as the dog's tongue dug deeply into Clare's vaginal sheath. She was in heaven; the dog's tongue was reaching inside her like nothing had ever done before. Hamlet was about to move along Clare's body, as I had seen Magnum do to Susan on the previous Monday. Clare seemed very willing to let Hamlet carry on but Robin stepped in and stopped him. Robin helped Clare up from the bench, Clare was talking to someone who wasn't there, she was asking if she could be next. Clare walked over to me and told me that I would love it when Hamlet used his tongue on me, she pointed between the dog's hind legs and said, "I can't wait to see that go in you," with that she kissed me and went and sat on a seat. There were around two hundred seats along one side of the room, they were banked like theatre seats but Clare was all alone sitting in the front row. Robin guided me onto the bench, he pulled my hands down by my sides and used leather ties to tie my wrists to the bench, then he pulled my knees upward and outwards. My bottom was barely touching the bench now, and my ankles were slightly behind my bottom, it was a little uncomfortable in that position but I knew that with Robin I would be perfectly safe. I could see Hamlet; he seemed to be straining against an unseen force in his eagerness to get between my legs. Robin brought Hamlet over to me, the dog had performed his oral duties on my daughter and to him it was now time for the main event. Robin had to work hard to preventing Hamlet 'covering' me right away. In the end Robin found some chocolate and pushed a cube up inside of my vagina. Hamlet then put all of his attention into eating the chocolate from out of my body. When Robin was sure that Hamlet had now got it into his head that he was supposed to eat me first, he let go of the dog's collar and went to sit next to Clare. I was almost instantly transported on to another planet as Hamlet forced his powerful tongue ever deeper into my body, I could actually feel his tongue reaching beyond the neck of my cervix. I reached a climax in record time, and before I could start to relax out of the first orgasm I was starting to climb once again, to a peak higher than the first. A third orgasm built on top of the second, I could hardly breath I was gasping so hard from my body's exertion. I looked over to Robin and Clare, hoping for some help from one or other of them, hoping that someone would pull the beasts head away from my pussy long enough to come down a level or two from my orgasm. I would have wanted him to be put right back though as soon as I caught my breath. I saw Clare was sitting on Robin's knee, his cock was disappearing into her body, she was facing me and I could see that Robin was using her anally she was visibly shuddering as her orgasm built up inside of her. Then I felt a cold space between my legs, I looked down to see Hamlet licking his lips as he moved slowly along my body, dragging his huge thick cock along my thigh. I felt a hand touch me, and then Hamlet's cock found my damp, dark, recess. There wasn't any love between Hamlet and I, he simply had a duty to perform. He had been trained well, slowly moving forward, driving his cock into me, it felt like his cock was twice as thick and twice as long as John's cock. I felt so filled it was amazing, then when Hamlet was about half way inside he started to fuck, very slowly and gently at first, then all of a sudden he went off like a rocket. I remembered being amazed at the speed that Magnum had fucked Susan, I thought his cock looked like an old steam trains main wheel piston on a train running at full speed. Hamlet wasn't working quite that fast but he was about twice as fast as any man I had ever felt in my life. Hamlet's cock had a pointy end, not like a man's bell end, as I felt Hamlets cock hitting the entrance to my womb I could swear that the tip moved slightly, it was as if the great beast was feeling around with the tip of his cock, looking for the entrance to another, deeper cavern to fuck into. I felt a stretching pain and suddenly felt Hamlets knot pressing against my labia, it felt as if the dog had managed to open a passageway beyond my cervix and he was now mining into my womb. Eventually his huge knot entered my body completely and I felt tremendous pressure building up in my stomach as I eventually passed out from oxygen narcosis brought on by my hyperventilation, caused by a continuous climax that had now lasted around fifteen minutes. "Anna, every thing is OK, you are perfectly safe with me, you just have to lay still for a while until hamlet calms down." The voice belonged to George, all of the seats in the room were full of men and a few women, they were all clapping the show that Hamlet and I had put on a good show for them. Clare was sitting on her father's knee; there was a towel under her bottom. Hamlet was panting into my face, trying to fight against the man holding his collar, trying to stop him simply stepping over me and trying to walk away. I realised that being tied to the bench wasn't part of a bondage thing but to prevent the dog walking off with my body hanging limply below him. George was making encouraging noises to me, telling me how good I had been, how much everyone had enjoyed sharing my first animal experience. I was watching Clare and her father cuddling in the front row of seats when, all of a sudden, two men picked her up, they carried her with the towel still under her bottom and as they reached my bench they turned her so that her back was toward Hamlet and her pussy was over my face. I knew what they expected me to do as soon as they lowered Clare down onto my mouth, they pulled the towel away from under her and I saw a thick stream of semen flowing from her wide-open anal cavity. The mixture of many men's cum and a little faecal material was now running all over my breasts. I placed my mouth over Clare's pussy and started to drink the semen that was trickling from that hole. Many more men had used her back passageway that evening than had used her vagina. Suddenly I felt a hot tongue lapping at the mixture that was now covering my breasts, Hamlet was cleaning my daughters mess from off of my chest, when it had finished cleaning there it started to lick up into Clare's anus. The dog's tongue occasionally entering my mouth instead of Clare's ass. I felt George trying to loosen Hamlet's knot from my vagina by rocking him gently from side to side, it took almost twenty minutes after I came round for Hamlet to relax enough to allow George to pull him backwards out of my body, but just before George pulled Hamlet off of me the guys that were holding Clare against my face lifted her and lay her out, on the floor, with her body between Hamlets hind legs and her face under my bottom. As George pulled Hamlet out of me there was a torrent of dog juice flooding over Clare's face. Hamlet bent his head and began washing Clare's face, fighting her to get the last drops from out of my vagina. I was untied from the bench and helped up, my legs were a little cramped from the un-natural way they had been secured but it wasn't painful. As soon as I was removed from the bench Clare climbed up on to it. Hamlet was interested in her pussy; he could still smell the men that had been in her as well as my smell from when I was licking her out. Clare was trying to pull Hamlet's head up towards her own, trying to get him to cover her now. George told her that Hamlet was only allowed to perform once in an evening or he might injure himself. Clare looked devastated. "Hi! Is Sue there please? Sue it's George here, has Magnum had sex yet tonight? Oh good, are you planning on mating with him tonight. Well could I bring someone over? OK, we will see you then" he hung up his mobile phone. "Susan will bring Magnum along for his exercise in about twenty minutes." George said out loud to the room. I had thought that Clare had looked hurt from her sexual excesses through out the evening but she was just a little tired from all the climaxes she had. We all went to the bar and had a drink. Clare was beginning to wake up again and was dancing with a young man. I saw Susan enter the room, and move quickly through the curtains. John fetched Clare and guided her back upstairs. I followed close behind, listening as John told her that there was only her and Magnum in the room, that she should just ignore everyone else. I watched as the bench was lowered slightly to make up for the difference in height between Magnum and Hamlet. Clare wasn't tied to the bench and Magnum performed admirably with his oral tasks. Four of the men had digital cameras and kept walking over very close to take snapshots of Magnum and Clare, one guy even had a video camera that he filmed the whole act with. I was amazed when Magnum stepped over Clare and tied with her instantly, there was no searching preliminaries, no moving forward in easily accomodatable increments. Magnum went from outside to tied in only two thrusts, he was so fast that the man with the video camera was taken by completely by surprise, and was late screwing his camera to a mount located between the benches legs, to film the K9 act from up-close and personal, directly below. Clare almost jumped off of the bench as the dog filled her so completely and so quickly. Magnum was trying to fuck rapidly as he had with Susan but he was already tied and so it was difficult for him to achieve his climax. Magnum fucked Clare for a full forty minutes. And for all that time Clare was climaxing. She was on the edge of passing out a few times but managed to stay with it until Magnum had finished. George went to hold Magnum in place as he had held Hamlet for me but he was too late, Magnum walked away from the bench dragging Clare like a rag doll behind him. Clare's trial was short lived though as she and Magnum parted in just a few seconds. John was talking to George about it and George told John that he had never seen anyone break a tie so fast, mind you he hadn't ever seen a dog tie so fast either, Clare must have been totally lubricated and totally ready for mating. All I thought was that I was glad that no one was standing over me filming my time with Hamlet, I would hate to walk in a room sometime and see myself in that position with an animal. Clare and I stood cuddling each other; Clare was even more tired now than she was before Magnum arrived. We were both nude apart from our 'hold-ups' and shoes, and our stocking weren't worth wearing as they were laddered and torn from the attention of dog and man during the evening. We were both sweaty and our hair was matted, we had started out three hours earlier looking a million dollars, we now looked like about seven and six. George asked if we would like a shower. I nodded, Clare nodded, John shook his head and covered his eyes. We were both led into the changing rooms at the rear of the small 'exhibition' room, the room had an open shower area that looked like it could accommodate a football team all at the same time, there were four shower heads and sets of controls on the back wall. George asked both of us to lay on the floor, on our backs, with our heads next to each other, and our bodies pointing in different directions. Ten men lined up along the open side of the shower, they unzipped their trousers and all began to pee at the same time. Clare began to giggle all over again, catching a little of the men's urine in her mouth as she did, I on the other hand kept my mouth shut. A few more men stepped up after the first few were spent and took up the toilet on Clare and I. Eventually after all the men had finished hosing us down a few returned and began masturbating over us. As the sperm flew Clare began to lick it off of my face, eventually I reciprocated and helped to clean her too. Our bolero jackets were found in the bar, our skirts were also there but no one could find our leather thong panties. We had both thrown our stockings away as they were destroyed. Clare and I both showered each other, but with soap, water and shampoo, it felt lovely to wash Clare all over and even better when she washed me. George brought us two t-shirts, one in Clare's size and one in mine. The front had 'K9' in red, four-inch high letters, across the chest, with the word 'Squad' in smaller letters under the K9. The back had a picture of a dog, in traditional Kennel Club stance, with 'I have mated with:' in black italic letters. There were also lines printed across the back as guides for the names of dogs to be written in. Clare's had 'MAGNUM', hand written with a broad, indelible marker, and mine was the same but with 'HAMLET; written on the back. We both put on the t-shirts on and walked into the main room. There were still around fifty people in the room, they applauded Clare and I warmly as we entered the room. John held what was left of our outfits; he looked at his watch and said, "almost midnight girls, time we were in bed, we have to be up early to finish packing ready for the move." In the cab on the way home, Clare was huddled up against me; all we had on were thin t-shirts, "It's a pity we are moving just as we have found such a great place to play" she whispered to me as she slowly drifted off to sleep. John carried Clare up to bed, he dropped her on our bed instead of hers, and we all spent our last night in Tufnell Park together in one bed. The alarm clock dragged me from my bed at five-thirty, John was already up, he had run a bath, and as soon as he saw that I was awake he told me that if I were sore from last night a hot bath with salt in it would start my recovery off. I had been in the salty water for about ten minutes when Clare padded in to the bathroom, and used the toilet, she winced a little because she was so sore and I told her that she needed the salt bath after me. Clare just stepped off of the toilet and into the bath; she was going to sit with her back to the taps but changed her mind and sat with her back to me. "Ouch! Ouch!" She said, "It stings when that salt touches your bottom!" I cuddled her to my breast and asked how many men she had sex with by the end of the night, "In the club, two in my mouth, two in my pussy and four or five in my bottom," she said. I just thought to myself, no wonder you're sore, mind you my vagina was as sore as hell too, but that was mainly the fault of Hamlet and the baseball bat he called his cock scoring a home run in my pants. "Didn't it bother you when those men were photographing you with Hamlet mum?" Clare said, "I was just about to say the same to you" I replied. "No one took any pictures of me!" We both said together and then burst into fits of giggling. By the time we were dried and dressed, John had packed all of the things that had been left until the last minute. Everything had been moved down to the living room to wait for the removal men to arrive. I decided that I would walk around the upstairs and check that everything had been collected and there was nothing left at the back of a draw or anything. As I was about to say everywhere was empty I remembered the CD player that I had found in the airing cupboard, it was still there. I didn't want a stranger listening to the subliminal CD that had been playing for god knows how long to Clare and I so I turned the player off and ejected the disk. I got a little shock, the disk didn't have John A & C on it as I remembered but Troy P & T, the couple who were buying our house were Troy and Patricia and their son Thomas who was just thirteen the previous week. I popped the disk back into the player and closed the door on it. John collected my front and back door keys; he already had Clare's keys in an envelope along with his own, the arrangement was that if we had to leave before Troy or his wife arrived the keys would be left with the next door neighbours. The removals company arrived on the dot of eight o'clock, not National Transit of Greys in Essex as I had given the contract to but a company that John seemed to know. The hairs on the back of my neck rose slightly when I saw the Internet address in small lettering on the bottom of the lorries doors. The company name was Harris International Transport, Watford and their Internet address was www.hitw.com/domestic_removals. I stood mulling things over as the three men emptied out home in less than an hour, there were so many coincidences in the last day or so, everything we did seemed to have a link of some sort to a company with the internet address of www.hitw.com, I know that some companies diversify but clothing, taxi's and now removals. John's shout woke me up, "I'll get off now with Clare in my car, so that we can be ready for the van when it gets to Nottingham." The lorry had already turned the corner at the end of our road on its long journey to Nottinghamshire. I would just make one final run around the house and then take the keys to our neighbour if the new people hadn't turned up by the time I was ready to leave. I was just saying my goodbyes to the house when Troy let himself in; it shocked me a little as I still had the six keys in the envelope. They had obviously thought that we had left, Patricia was asking the people next door if we had left the keys for them, but Troy already had a key. I shrugged it off and passed Troy the envelope with the keys to his new home. As I closed the door behind me for the last time I looked closely at the lock, I had never really looked at the faceplate of the lock, it had 'HitW' engraved in the face to make up a fancy logo but now that I was looking at it in the cold light of day, I could make out the letters clear as day. I had three hours alone in my car as I drove to Nottingham; I was working a few things out as I drove, the first thing was that no one could be made to do something that they didn't want to do by hypnosis, subliminal messaging or auto suggestion, so I had to come to terms with the fact that I had sex with a dog because I basically wanted to, or at least didn't not want to strongly enough to stop me from doing it. I also realised that I had a lot of hang-ups that were handed down from my parents, I didn't necessarily agree with them but I had allowed them to rule my actions for most of my life. What John had done was for his pleasure but also for mine, if I really didn't want to have the sex life of the last week I wouldn't have gone along with it. I realised that I had been turning down my sex drive because of something that my mother had said to me when I was twelve or thirteen, or not to me but to one of her friends while I was there in the room, "After thirty you have to start educating your husband to expect less sex. If you are still doing it by the time you're thirty-five you have done something wrong!" I think my mother strongly believed that sex should be done, not for pleasure but to produce new life, and thirty five was the age that she thought women should stop considering having children and therefore stop having sex too. I pulled into a Library in a small town called Stapleford, which was just off of the A52 on the way into Nottingham; they were about to close but allowed me in to check the telephone directory. I scanned down the business section under 'H', I was looking for 'Hole in the Wall', to see if there was a club with the same name in Nottingham, I didn't find one but I did find a club called 'Hewn in the Wood'. I grabbed a directory for Manchester and checked the 'H' pages, this time I found a club called 'Hell is to Work'. I had to check one more place; Bristol was the next nearest directory on the shelf, Bristol had 'Head into the Wind' club. I began to wonder if every city had a club like the Hole in the Wall in Soho. By the time I arrived at the new house the removals van had already left, Patrick was there helping John put shelving units together as I walked into the house. I had a glance at the faceplate of the lock on the front door, 'HitW' once more engraved into the brass. Patrick was very pleased to see me; he wanted to show me a few of the changes to the site since my previous visit, I had noticed that the road was covered in fresh tarmac, and I found that I quite liked the sulphurous smell that the fresh tarmac gave off. At the end of the road the nameplate had been erected but was still covered in the manufacturer's protective film. Patrick said, "As the first tenant to move into our little site would you do me the honour of unveiling the latest street name in Nottinghamshire?" I pealed the plastic off and revealed the name, 'Hoton in the Wolds'. Patrick said, "It's just a street name today but as we grow I feel it will become a hamlet and eventually a village, someday, who knows. I asked why they had chosen that particular street name, "Well, Hoton is the closest village to the south of us and wold is an old English name for hill, lots of villages between here and Leicester have 'Wolds' as part of their name because of all the hills around here!" His explanation seemed so simple but I had seen all too many examples of those particular initials. END I hope you enjoyed this little story, it's just short of 30,000 words but I'm sure there is more mileage left in the story if enough people want to read it. Love from Rose Eastmann, eastern_rose2@hotmail.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 52