zondag 17 september 2017

The Hitchhiker

It was already after 4 PM, maybe he wasn't coming to get her anymore for the challenge. Their rule was that after 5 PM time was up. She decided to keep the clothes on that he laid out for her, even they were not really suitable for this type of weather. There was a strong wind and the rain started every other five minutes after it stopped.

She sat on the bed looking at the alarm clock, the seconds and minutes were ticking away. But 20 past 4 she heard his car coming around the house. He came in the house and called her name from under the stairs, so she went to him. Ready to hear what he had thought of this time.

He looked at her approvingly, said she was a real hotty and that he had planned something nice for her. He didn't react on her question what it was about. Instead he asked her to follow him to the car. She passed him while he locked the door and went to his sports car. He told her to go to the Land Rover instead. The doors were open and she was about to take the front seat, when he ordered her to sit in the back.

He seated himself at the steering wheel, started the car and drove out of their driveway into the street. She felt a bit disappointed: didn't he come to anything new? Was she going to masturbate on the back seats again, showing herself to lorry drivers and such. He asked her if she was wearing a bra, he had told her not to. She answered him by unbuttoning the dress, all the way till under her breasts. They were completely visible now and yes, without a bra.

He nodded approvingly and she was about to fasten the buttons again. But he ordered her to leave the dress like it was. She guessed he wanted to know if she was wearing pants, which she did. He ordered her to give them to him. She took them off and reached over to give him what he wanted. Her naked breasts brushed over his shoulder. He took her G-string and put it in his pocket.

She sat back and realised how weird her dress would look like, almost like a roll around her waist. He demanded that she let things like they were and she was waiting now for him to order to masturbate. She felt with a finger between her nether lips and noticed how wet she already was. She always had this when he started to order her around. He didn't say a thing, just drove on while the weather turned even worse. It rained heavily and the windows started to steam up. He just put up the blower for the windshield, didn't start the air conditioning. So he didn't intend to let her make a show for other drivers, she thought. What on earth did he have in his mind?

He was humming a song and just drove along. She hated this uncertainty and she knew that he knew. No need to check if he was watching her in the mirror, she knew he did. If he was after a private show, he would get one. She licked her lips, put two fingers in her mouth and moved them in and out very slowly a few times. Then she placed the fingers on her other lips, passed them in her wet pussy and spread herself wide open for him. He made sort of snorting sounds in front of her, but didn't say a thing. With her other hand she pushed the top of the dress aside and bared one breast. Her fingers found the nipple and she started to play with it.

Suddenly he drove the car to the side of the road and stopped. "Just go on", he said and opened the car window. Somebody came running towards the car, she could hear. The windows were to steamed up to see who was coming in their direction. "Hop in the back", he said, obviously not to her.
A young man opened one of the doors in the back, pushed a backpack behind the front seat of her husband and placed a cardboard thing next to it. "TRURO" was written on it in black capitals.

"Are you going in the direction of Truro?", he asked, unzipping his mac.
"I will as long as you keep my wife busy" was the answer.
She looked at him in his wet and smelly clothes; he was probably around 20, unshaven, but hardly needed to shave. His mouth had fallen open and his eyes wandered over her body.
"Sorry that my clothes are not very clean", he said, "that's what you get when you are at festivals for a few days."
She pulled a face. Her husband mimed to her: "Are you giving up?"
The boy added: "But I did have a shower." She shook her head.

"Let's check on that", she said with a big smile and moved her hands towards his crotch. Expertly she found and opened his zipper. One hand went in his trousers and searched a few seconds.
"Ah, there it is. Now let me see..."
Her head went down and she seemed to sniff at his cock, but almost immediately she took the head in her mouth.
"Are you going to be a big boy for me?", she asked, letting it go for a second.
The boy didn't need to answer; his member jumped up like a dog woken up.

Soon she realised that the movements of the car could cause danger for her face because the zipper of his fly came very near every time there was a bump or such in the road. So she asked the you man to lift his bum and wrestled his damp jeans down. While she struggled to get them to his ankles, he was groping for her breasts. He caught a nipple and squeezed it a bit. She brushed his hand away, told him she rather had him help a bit and got hold of his not so white briefs. For a moment she feared that the flagpole was in it's fly, for it was an old fashioned Y-front. But it was standing proudly above it and she had no problem shoving the piece of underwear on top of the jeans. He helped after all and wanted to take everything off, already lifting his feet up, but she asked him to leave things like they were now.

"Oh, look! How lovely! He's waving at me!", she blurted out, seeing his member swaying up and down while her hand cupped his balls. The young man could do nothing but watch her taking his swollen rod lovingly in her mouth again. She took it out for a second just to lick the head just under the rim while he moaned like he was suffering. She laughed a bit and went on sucking on the head and taking more and more in her mouth and then letting go a bit before repeating almost devouring her purple victim. It all seemed to become a bit too much for the young guy.

With a croaking voice he asked: "Please, can I fuck you Madam?" The husband grinned watching the events once in a while in his mirror.
Her answer was as expected: "Of course Big Boy! I would love to feel your dick in my snatch and your balls banging against my bum. Let me get ready for you."
She crawled on the seats and presented her backside to him, steadying herself with one hand on the back of the seat. With her free hand she opened her pussy for him. He got on all fours too, hampered by the trousers around his ankles. But he managed to get behind her and close enough to enter her with his throbbing fleshy sword. With one hand on the seat to steady himself and one on one buttock and with her guidance he got in.

"Finally!" she shouted, "Give me all you got Big Boy!"
He didn't need a lot of encouragement, was surprisingly big or it felt like that in this awkward position they were in. It didn't take long before he started to make ominous sounds.
"I don't want you to come inside of her!", the husband shouted, "shoot on her back, don't mind the dress."
Obligingly he withdrew and instantly started spurting an enormous load. He did aim at her back but the car made a sudden swerve, so his spunk ended all over his backpack and the piece of cardboard.
"Oops!" the man behind the wheel shouted, almost hit a biker, "sorry about that."

The young man looked in horror at the white froth dripping from his goods.
"Can I offer you a tissue?", came from the front and a box with these was offered from the front of the car.
The young man took a few out, first wiped his still shaking cock clean and then started to wipe the backpack and the board.
She sat down, not completely satisfied, so started rubbing her clit, having enough moisture for lubrication there. She felt only half interested in what the young man was doing.
"Was nice, but it all went a bit fast", she complained while watching the cleaning job going on.

The letters on the board changed a bit, it said "TOURO" now and the guy started moaning about it.
"Shit, shit, shit! I kept it dry even in that horrible rain. Now it's useless."
He looked at her in a moody way. "I wasn't really prepared for all this. Why on earth are you people doing things like this?"
The reaction was obviously a bit different than what he expected: "I think this is as far as we go, Mate", the husband said
The car was stopped at the side of the road. "There is a truckers cafe over there. I suggest you try get a further ride over there."

The young man pulled his pants and his trousers up without more words and opened the car door. It was raining again so she was lucky not being exposed to people walking around. There was nobody. He got out with his stuff, zipped up his coat and before he could close the door, she threw the wet tissues after him, shouting "Thanks anyway!" The door was not properly closed, so she had to reach for the door handle and do it again. Her former lover stood there cursing in the rain. She blew him a kiss and did a bit better job in closing. Her husband drove off immediately.

She thought it was rather boring sitting in the back rubbing her clit, the magic feeling was a bit gone. So she buttoned the dress up, covering her breasts and moved over to the passenger seat in the front.
"What's next, Love?", she asked.
"Going back home and fuck you in the drive lane or in the garage. I still have to make my mind up about that", he laughed.
Her attention was drawn to the bulge in his trousers. Her hand automatically went over and unzipped his fly. "I see another Big Boy over here! How nice!", she exclaimed while freeing his cock from it's prison. It almost jumped into her hand.

"Oh, look! Honey from my honey!" she cheered, bend over and licked the pre-cum from the dick head. She smacked her lips in approval and then went down again to put her lips around the shaft. First he tried to push her away, mumbling something about accidents that might happen, but then giving in, until he shouted: "Shit! Policecar in front of us. Sit up and fasten your seatbelt. Quick!"
She did what he urged her to do and saw that he wasn't lying. But her eyes were still on her candy stick and she regretted that she had to let it go.
"Oh, look! The little guy is angry because I let him on his one. His head is completely purple!" and laughing she took hold of his dick again and gave more than a proper handjob. He moaned and sighed and tried to push her hand away.

She slapped his hand and warned him: "Do you want to get an accident? Concentrate on the driving!" After that he tried to keep the car safely on the road, but his eyes wandered around like crazy. Not a lot further he found what he obviously was looking for: a parking lot. He drove them to a spot while shouting: "Shit, shit, shit, can't you just wait a second?" While stopping he exploded: his cum shot all over the driving wheel and the dashboard.
"Can I offer you a tissue?", she said in a very soft spoken sexy way and offered him the box.

woensdag 3 augustus 2016

Servant of the Mistress

Weekend again.
The other side of the bed was empty, there was just a little note on his bedside table.
"Challenge time again!" it said at the top. It did not take a long time to read it. She told him she was gone to the seaside with some of her friends. Today he was supposed to be the servant of a mistress and he would be serving her and her guests afternoon tea. The address was on the note, the time he should be there and also that his uniform was already waiting for him in the kitchen of the mistress. She told him not to worry too much because he was going to be a servant, not a slave. His lovely wife had ended the note with three x's.

His morning stiffness was already gone when he had his shower, he regretted that his wife was not there to have helped him with that. He had no idea what to expect from this challenge, was he going to be a sort of butler? When he was drying himself he tried to practise a stiff upper lip in the mirror and had a good laugh. He was far from perfect with this.
He left the house early enough to be certain he would be in time. It's better to try to start a new assignment without annoying the employer.

The copper sign next to the door simply said "Fairweather". He wondered if that was her name or that the house was given this as a sort of plea to the weather gods.
He rang the bell and quite soon the door was opened by a lady of about 40, or maybe a young looking 50. Her make-up was quite plain, just the fiery red lips were a bit outstanding. She was wearing black leather trousers and a black cotton shirt which was buttoned up completely.

"Nicely on time, young man", she said, "I'm the Lady of the house". Lady sure sounded like written with a capital. She didn't take the hand he was offering, but had a good look at him, starting with his head and then downwards, taking a bit more time to look at his crotch. She nodded like she was satisfied, stepped aside and pointed to the back of the hallway. "Walk straight on; at the end you'll find the door to the kitchen. Your uniform is on one of the chairs."
He never got the chance to introduce himself; there seemed to be no need, she knew exactly who he was.

In the kitchen he noticed that there was no more than apron on the chair. He took it in his hands, but before he could even think something was missing, she was behind him, telling him they couldn't wait for hours. "Chop, chop! When you are ready, walk into the hallway again and knock on the last door on the right. You'll get more instructions over there."

She didn't wait for him to start undressing, but he knew he better not take too long to get to that door. Of course he had been dressed like this before, playing with his wife in their kitchen. He remembered very well the last time he had fucked her dressed in an apron on the kitchen table. On the table he saw now there was everything you could wish for during an afternoon tea. Nice mini cakes, sandwiches and even mini scones on an etagere with three plates on a tray. On the kitchen surface was an electric kettle next to a teapot with the tea leafs in it and a tea strainer on another tray. Next to it on that tray were three tea cups, saucers and two mugs.

He hurried to the appointed door and knocked. The Lady of the house made him wait something like half a minute before she shouted "Come in!" He went into the room which was a nice lounge. There were two coffee tables: one had two chairs around it and the other one three. Here the three women were sitting, observing him like he was some sort of interesting animal. The other two women were dressed in a grey long silk dress and in a midi black leather skirt with a grey cotton top. Their make-up was a bit like what the Lady of the house was wearing, but the one with the leather skirt had black lipstick.

He was ordered to come over to the Lady of the house. Without any warning she lifted his apron at the front. He was very aware of the fact that he was completely naked like this, except for the bit of apron in front of his chest. The woman looked angry at him, pointing at his penis.
"What is this? Is this the way you pay respect to a mistress? Are we that ugly? This is very disrespectful! I want you to appear in front of us with your dick always in working order, always erected! You understand?" He nodded and waited what would happen. "Well?", she said, "are you going to do something about it?"

He knew nothing better than to start masturbating under the scrutinizing looks of the women. "Stop!", she shouted after a few minutes, I didn't ask you to spread your cum over my carpet! This will do."
She explained him that he would be hearing a bell in the kitchen if he was needed. One ring would be for tea, two rings for the presenting of the etagere with the lovely food to the ladies. There was somebody expected at the front door in about ten minutes. He would only have to open the door and let the person in. After this he was sent back to the kitchen.

He was slightly worried how to open the door in his skimpy outfit when the doorbell went, but he managed to keep himself hidden behind the door and giving just enough space to the blond girl to come in. She was wearing a wide orange skirt and a white woollen sweater, walking on white flat shoes with hardly any make-up.
"Nice outfit", he could not help saying. "I could say the same", she laughed, looking at him. "Oops, I'm not allowed to talk, only can make requests to the mistress. Now I'm in trouble."

She walked past him and he could not prevent her brushing against his stiff member. He saw her grin and walking on to the door where the Lady of the house and her friends were waiting. She knocked, listened and walked into the room, closing the door behind her. His curiosity won everything else, so he sneaked up to the door and listened.

"You're late! That's one. And I know you were talking to the servant. That's two. Right?" The answer must have been affirmative because of the following words: "Take of your skirt, put it on that chair and come over here." A pause and then: "Over my lap, arms next to your body. You need a lesson, young lady." The sound of spanking followed, as far as he could tell the girl didn't make a sound. It lasted a few minutes before she spoke again: "My friends, would you like some tea while I finish my task?"

He ran as silent as possible back to the kitchen. Right in time to hear the ring. He hurried to make tea and checked that everything was on the tray before he rushed with his load to the lounge. When he was in front of the door, he knocked. The sound of slapping was still going on. After a short "yes" he went in and saw the girl stretched out on the knees of the Lady only dressed in her woollen sweater. She stopped only to say that it was about time and went on. The buttocks of the girl were a sort of pink, close to red.

He was ordered to put the tray on the coffee table next to the women. While he did this the woman in the grey dress lifted his apron with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. The sudden touch almost made him lose his balance, but he managed to get everything safely on the table and the hands withdrew. The woman with the black leather skirt motioned her friend to stop with the spanking. He thought that she maybe pitied the poor girl. He was wrong, she just pointed out that the left buttock was not as red as the right one. The Lady reacted by asking her to handle that side. "That would be a pleasure!", the woman reacted, came sitting on her knees in front of the Lady of the house and started her pleasure. Now both buttocks were mishandled at the same time. The woman with the grey dress leaned over to take the hair out of the face of the girl and put a thumb in her open mouth while he was sent back to the kitchen. They were going to pour the tea in the cups themselves, he was told.

He did not have to wait a long time before the bell was ringed twice so he picked up the tray with the etagere and the plates very careful and brought it to the lounge.  This time he was prepared for grabbing hands, but nothing happened. The women were having a talk about the costs of holidays and eating outdoors while the girl was standing in a corner of the room with her face to the wall. Her fiery red bottom accentuated the whiteness of her sweater. The Lady pointed where he should put the tray on the table and nodded approvingly after he did this. After this she pointed with her finger in front of her. He assumed he had to go there. When he was in front of her, she lifted his apron and stroke his dick while continuing talking with the other women, seemingly not giving any attention to what her hands were doing.

He felt a bit weak in the knees, could not help moaning a bit and he could see some pre-cum coming out from the hole. She wiped it off with the apron, gave a little tap on his dick and told him to go back to the kitchen. It took him some time to calm down; it was hard to resist the urge to have a good wank. But he managed and by the time the bell rang thrice his penis was in a dormant state. He put his mind on the red ass of the girl and what he expected to be hidden under the sweater and succeeded in getting stiff again. The head of his cock was a bit raw and quite dry, but he expected that the Lady of the house would be okay with the state it was in.

When he came back into the room the girl was seated on a chair next to the other coffee table still wearing the sweater which covered most of her bum. He was ordered to pour tea in the two mugs, put them on the table together with the etagere and sit on the other chair. "You will feed my little slave and will let her drink. While you do this, you may drink and eat some yourself."

He pulled the chair close to the girl and wanted to give her a sandwich first. With her eyes she made it clear she was more into the sweet mini cakes, so he got one and put it in front of her lips. Very careful she took a bite and half went into her mouth. When she took the other half from his hand he could feel her tongue on his fingers. After three cakes he guessed a few sips would be welcome. He was right and he could even see a sort of "thank you" in her eyes. A bit was spilt over her lips and trickled towards her chin. He wiped it off with his finger and she opened her lips to lick it off. She sucked a bit longer on his finger than was needed.

He gave her more cake and ate two sandwiches himself, accompanied by two gulps of tea. She was not a big eater and soon it was obvious that she had enough. He didn't know what to do, so he coughed a bit. "Are you two done? Please take her top off, but be careful: I don't want crumbs on my floor. Take the sweater to the kitchen and shake the crumbs off in the sink. After that you can come back to us."

The girl knew what was expected of her and lifted her arms up so he could take her sweater off. She had lovely perky breasts, the small nipples were standing proud to attention. It took him all his will power not to start fondling these lovely orbs. Instead he carefully wrapped the sweater into a sort of woollen ball and took it to the kitchen. There were no crumbs at all, but he waited a few minutes before returning to the lounge.

He was asked to put the sweater on the chair he had been sitting on and was ordered to appear in front of the Lady again. He was used to it now: she lifted his apron and checked on his stiffness. Good thing he had worked on it a bit before entering the room. The Lady nodded approvingly: "Good man! I think you deserve a reward. You think so too, girls?" The others agreed and he was directed to the other coffee table. "On your knees, girl and give the man what he needs. But beware: still no hands!"

The now naked girl got from the chair and knelt in front of him while one of the women removed his apron. She opened her mouth and used her tongue to guide his dick in her mouth. Her saliva slowly took the irritation from the head, he could sense her soft tongue playing a sweet game. Moving her head to and from she added her lips to this seductive game. The woman in the grey dress had something with hair: she was again busy keeping the blond hair out of the girls face, so it was more visible what she was doing. She looked up at him and only now he became aware that she had really lovely blue eyes. He could melt in these. The other women must have noticed he was losing control, almost falling backwards from a faintness in his head, because they started supporting him by holding his arms.

It almost came as a shock when the girl pulled her head away from his dick. She pleaded: "Please Mistress may I be fucked by the gentleman?"
The Lady of the house spoke from behind his shoulder: "What did you say, young girl? Speak up to your Mistress!"
The same plea sounded, now a bit louder: "Please Mistress, can I be fucked?"
The other women were the first to react: "Oh yes, let them fuck!"
"Very well", the Lady agreed.

The girl was led to one of the chairs and made to bend over an armrest. He didn't need any encouragement to position himself behind her. Now he was glad that she had made his member so very wet with her saliva. It seemed she was quite wet herself, never in his life had he entered a woman so easily before. Yet she had a tightness that really pleased him and he could feel her vaginal muscles playing a delightful game with him. He concentrated as well as he could not to come, he wanted this to last as long as possible, wanted to please the girl. He was aware that bumping against her buttocks must be giving quite a sensation, her bum still showed the results of all the spanking.

The woman with the leather skirt came sitting on her knees next to them and slid one hand under the
girl. He could notice that she was rubbing her clit, what made her speed up the rhytm. It proved a bit much for the blond, she came with a shiver and a sort of shout. Now he could not stop himself either and he felt himself exploding in her. "Ah, bless!" the women said.

He got up after he felt himself shrinking. The Lady pulled the girl upright on her hair: "Who told you you were allowed to come?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress", she whispered.
"You'll be sorry for that. Now first clean his dick with your mouth!"
Ever so gently she put the head of his now tiny penis in her mouth, her tongue making a sort of circles around it. After a while he could feel himself growing between her velvet lips again. This obviously was not what was planned because he was pulled away from her, what almost made her fall on her face. But she kept her balance. When his dick escaped from her mouth she made a little sound. It was like a whispered "thanks" and he wondered if he saw her wink. The women pretended not to have heard anything.
"Go upstairs to the playroom and make yourself ready for your punishment", the Lady pointed at the door.

When the girl walked towards the door he could see some of his cum trickling down one of her legs.
She closed the door behind her.
The Lady looked at him: "I'm very pleased with you. I think you are slave material. Tell your wife I would like to have you in training soon, you could use it."
"Thank you My Lady", he felt he should react on this. She nodded at this.
"You can get dressed now and leave. We will not need your services anymore today."

He went to the kitchen while the women watched him go.
He dressed and walked towards the front door; behind him he could hear the women going up the stairs.
It made him wonder: should he consider the girl having a bad time now or should he look at it in another way? One thing was certain: she would get a lot of attention and would not have to share it.

woensdag 24 februari 2016

The Last Customer

He really needed a haircut now. He had been holding the moment off for weeks now, but with the hair hanging over his eyes, he really had to go looking for a hairdresser. Such a shame old Pete, the barber, had quit. Of course he had known for a long time the moment of his retirement would arrive, but he had never thought about opening his eyes and looking for a hairdresser in the neighbourhood.
He walked around in the shopping centre and the streets beyond, yet more than the hairdresser with the girlish name "The Curly Boutique" he could not find.

Through the windows he could only see female clientele, but, okay, desperate times require desperate measures and after the third time he got in front of the business he walked in. The smells were already different to what he was used to in Pete's: instead of smelling like stale cigarettes there were over here the smells of perfume and hairspray. The interior was completely in black and white. The floor was white, the chairs and the working surfaces black, the pictures on the walls were all in black and white. The staff was dressed in black jeans and black shirts. Only the bottles with shampoo, hairspray and such were coloured like the companies designed them, so they really were standing out. All the chairs but one were filled with women and their hair was treated by mostly women in their twenties and thirties. One teenager was sweeping the floor, pushing loads of hair towards the back.

One of the women stopped working and came over to him, while he was waiting near the till. "Yes, sir?", she asked.
"I need a haircut", he answered a bit uncertain. Maybe they were not even doing this for men, although he did not see any signs saying this was only for female clients.
"I think you do, sir", she reacted with a big smile, making it look like this was the understatement of the year. "Problem is, we are fully booked this afternoon. I could only schedule you in at ten till six and we close at six. I don't think we can manage to do your hair in ten minutes."

He must have looked very disappointed or desperate because she turned towards an older woman, who seemed to have more authority. Maybe she was the manager or the owner, he thought.
She had a look at him and nodded: "If the gentleman has time a bit after six, it's fine."
He was very eager to agree and quickly went along for an appointment at ten till six.
"See you then", the woman in front of the desk said and wrote his name in the book on the counter.

When he came back at the appointed time, he was asked to wait. The woman who had made the appointment with him asked the teenage girl to give him coffee while waiting. In reply the girl offered the woman to wash his hair before giving him the coffee. She probably was an apprentice and the most rewarding task would be the washing of hair. The woman shook her head and told her she preferred to this herself while there would be a big chance it would be dry before she had time for him. "Just give him the coffee and then you can go home. You have done enough for today. Have a nice evening!"

So he got his coffee and watched how the staff one by one finished with the older ladies who were occupying the chairs. They had to pay and some of them already made an appointment for next month. Two of the staff went to the back after they finished, got their bags and said their goodbyes for the day. The woman, who said she was going to wash his hair and probably cut it, finished her client, made her pay and excused herself to him for a minute. She went to the back too. The remaining two, who were a bit younger than her, did not go to the back after being paid.
"Now it's your turn, Ellie", the one with ginger hair told the blond one and she tapped invitingly on a chair next to the washbasin. Ellie took the seat and moved around in it till she was as comfortable as possible with her hair half in the basin.

While the ginger haired turned on the water and tested the temperature with one hand, his hairdresser came back to him and invited him to one of the other chairs with a washbasin. She let the water run and soon she started to wash his hair. She did a very relaxing job at this, really something else than Pete who would wet your hair with a spray bottle. Sometimes she concentrated on his left and then to the right side. She pressed herself a bit to him, he imagined she did this with her breasts. When he looked up, there was no proof of that at all. She finished washing his hair almost at the same time the two girls were done.

"I hope you don't mind that I lock the door, close you in. I don't want any new customers today", she asked. He replied that it was fine with him  and she locked the door and pulled the shades down at the door and the big window. It didn't make it darker, there was plenty of light. "Halfway the ears would do, I think and quite a lot shorter at the back. And of course give you some sight again." Playfully she went through the wet hair in front of his eyes.

She started cutting his hair while two seats away from him the blond girl got her hair cut. In the mirror he looked at the woman in a different way than before. His fantasy about her pressing her body against his had made her prettier in his eyes. She did a different job than Pete would have done, started with getting rid of a load of hair and now concentrating on the final stages of modelling his hair. Once in a while she would hold hair on both sides of his head and nodded or adjusted. When she had to work on the hair in front of his face, she had to bend over, so giving him quite a view in her shirt.

Next to him he could hear the ginger saying to the blond one: "That's it."
The blond one, he remembered was called Ellie, sort of protested; he thought she said: "You also promised to shave me."
"There is this gentleman sitting near", the other one hissed.
"Keep things covered. And I'm sure he will not mind", Ellie answered. It was not meant for his ears, but he was hearing all of it all the same. Maybe these girls were used to hard hearing old ladies around. He had no clue what they were talking about and it was clearly not his business. He was far too busy trying to get another glimpse in the shirt. He wondered if she was wearing a bra.

"Your hair is getting dry already", she sort of complained. He knew, he had the fastest drying hair ever according to Pete. She sprayed his hair almost like Pete would have done it, so his way was not so weird after all. In the meantime he could hear the blond making weird sounds and sort of complaining: "What are you doing?" The other one reacted by demanding that she should sit still.
He tried to see what was going on, but the ginger haired girl was blocking the view with her body.

While his sideburns were shaved the blond girl seemed to be moaning. She whispered a bit too loud: "You're making me crazy like that. Oooh. The gentleman is over there..."
"You were the one who was not worried about that, remember?", the other one hissed. She was still blocking his view, although he thought to see the chair of the blond girl was different positioned than his. But he could not tell for sure. But he sure wanted to have a look what was going on.
"Now I'll use some soothing oil", the ginger haired girl said while Ellie moaned even louder.
"Oh, sod it! Finish what you started, Sharon!", the victim almost shouted.

His view became even more limited when his neck was shaven; the shaver went way down on his spine while he had to keep his face close to his chest. "It goes all the way to the end", he laughed.
"But I stop here", was the giggling reaction. She brushed the loose hair away and put away shaver and brush. When she was bending down to get a mirror from a hook in front of his legs, he noticed she was wearing a lovely black bra. The sounds coming from the other seat were taking away his attention, even when she got behind his back he could not take his eyes of the scene.

Sharon was now standing on the other side of the blond girl. He could see that she was massaging a fluid from a bottle on her groin that was clean shaven. On the work surface was the equipment that was used earlier. The woman behind him was now looking at the scene too. The mirror almost forgotten in her hand. Ellie was holding the armrests firmly in her hands and seemed to bend her body upwards towards the hands that were treating her so nicely.

For his mind this scene went on endlessly and he felt like every pore of his body was sweating. In the mirror he saw that the woman behind him had her jaw almost on the floor. She obviously did not expect to see this at all. Finally Ellie made some sort of grunting sound, shook heavily and sank back on the chair.
The woman behind him tried to gain her self assured posture back and asked him: "Is this like what you had in mind?" and gave him a look in the mirror to his hair at the back of his head. He nodded.
She hesitated a few moments and then asked him: "I hope the behaviour of my colleagues didn't annoy you."

Ellie got dressed again and walked over to him with Sharon. "I'm sorry", she said, "this was not meant to happen. I hope we didn't upset you."
The older woman took the hairdressing cape off him and pointed at this bulging crotch:"I do think the gentleman is upset. We can't let him go on the street like this."
The others looked interested at what was pointed out for them. They nodded. "Sorry", said Sharon.

"Sorry won't help the poor man. We have to help him, don't you agree?"
Ellie and Sharon agreed; Sharon was the first to do something else but staring at the bulge, she took his zip and opened his fly. His penis almost jumped forward, still covered in his pants. Ellie unbuttoned his jeans and together with the older lady pulled them down to his knees. He helped a bit by moving his bum up from the chair. The head of his dick now peeked out above his undies, like the thing was curious. They stripped him of his pants too and now the three admired his pecker that looked like waving to them.

"Jesus! Look at all the hair, I'm not going into that!", Ellie exclaimed. The other two shook their head. "We'll have to shave him first", Sharon thought.
"Would you mind that?" the older woman asked.
"Not at all", he was able to say,"but only if you are careful".
"We are always careful!" the blond girl reacted while Sharon already walked to the chair where she had done Ellie. He saw she collected everything that was left on the working surface.

The foam came from a can; he could not help thinking about Old Pete. He would never use anything from a can. But he is not about to complain.
The three of them worked skilful together. One held his dick aside on the white towel while Sharon was shaving him on the other side. They lifted his balls to let her shave over there too. He could not help moaning; it did not hurt, but his dick was swollen like it would explode any second.
"You poor thing!" Ellie said, bending over and kissing the head.
"Almost done", Sharon said, scraping some hairs from under his balls.

They removed the remainder of the foam and looked approvingly at their handiwork.
"Now just some soothing oil to prevent irritation and we're done", Sharon said.
Ellie took the bottle and she started rubbing it on his balls while the older lady concentrated on his dick. Sharon took hold of it too and rubbed some on the head of his dick. This was too much for him and he squirted his load on the towel, some reached the tip of his shirt.

"Oops", Sharon laughed, "I think we solved the problem already."
Carefully they cleaned him and shakily he got up from the chair.
The older woman was at the counter, so he thought he should follow her. He was right, like nothing had happened she made up his bill. It was a bit higher than what he normally paid at Pete's, but he was not complaining. Not complaining at all.
"Will we see you again, sir?", she asked, while he could see that the others were cleaning up.
"Certainly!", he replied.
She opened the door for him and wished him a nice evening.

He had found a hairdresser, felt like a king.
Only problem now was to explain to his wife why he was clean shaven, like a baby.

dinsdag 2 februari 2016

The Hot Tub

It should be quite an honour to be invited for a very private brainstorm with his boss, the newspaper tycoon, but he thought it was a bit peculiar that except for him and his colleague Tim, also their wives had been invited to the mansion. The boss gave a bit of an explanation: he said that he didn't want his wife to be bored all weekend, because this session would take place the whole weekend. Of course with breaks for food, drinks and such. He never met the wife of his boss before, but had seen her in pictures in newspapers and magazines. She looked a bit exotic, being an Asian petite and was far too young for the man, he was in his early fifties, while she appeared like someone in her early twenties. On some pictures she even looked younger.

The reception was very friendly: she introduced herself as Hope and the boss insisted that they would call him Ralph this weekend to make things easier. The whole thing was about starting up a complete new newspaper that should have the potential to become suitable for more than one country. Everywhere in the mansion were notebooks, so no thought would be lost: even the bathrooms had them. Tim, his wife Sharon, Melody and himself had complete suites with king size beds and their own bathrooms. In the rooms there were mini bars from which they could take whatever they wanted.

So the men did their work while the wives spent their Saturday shopping, gossiping and watching some films because there even was a private film theatre in the house. After a lovely meal together the boss signalled his workers there would an evening session, but his lovely young wife protested loud: "No way Ralph! You really exhaust these poor guys. I suggest we'll have a relaxing time in the hot tub." She pointed at the thing.
They didn't notice it before, but there was one indeed. The thing that looked like a big wooden shed appeared to be the very thing. "I took the liberty to already heat the water", she added.

The guests looked at each other: it was obvious that they felt a bit uneasy about it all. Their boss laughed their doubts away, told them that they had opened their minds for him, showed that they trusted him and now he expected them to trust him too to have them in their bath tub. Of course he had seen the men's bodies lots of times before after their squash matches and the ladies had nothing to be ashamed of.
Hope was already showing them that she got them very large towels large towels and bathrobes.
So they looked just a second at each other and followed her outside, where she asked her male guests to take the lid off.

They all undressed outside and put their clothes on the lovely recliners that could make a very nice evening outdoors possible. Hope beat everyone and was in a few seconds in the water, followed by Ralph, who took a seat on the right next to her. The guests were more reluctant to let go of their clothes, so it took them a bit longer. Tim got in and sat next to Ralph, Sharon didn't let go of him and took a seat left of Tim. When Tim and Melody walked up to the tub, Hope began to exclaim:
"Wow, look at these marvellous breasts! I would love to play with these, suck the nipples!"

Melody stopped walking further, he hissed at her: "There is no way out for us."
"Please don't let me sit next to her; she's crazy", she moaned. "Okay", he whispered and took the seat next to Hope. He heard his wife give a sigh of relief when she let her body disappear in the water, while Hope complained: "Oh, what a shame, now you are so far away. Don't be that shy!"
Ralph had looked at the scene with a big smile, he seemed to amuse himself.

Ralph reached out behind him and a telephone appeared; he asked what they wanted to drink. The orders were brought out within minutes by one of the house staff. While the servant discreetly disappeared, they toasted on a fruitful weekend. Laughing, Hope added: "And cheers to the lovely breasts!"

The talking between them was quite normal, even Hope was talking about petrol prices, fashion shows and such. For a moment he had feared Hope would want to talk about places where they had sex for the first time and such. Ralph even started about newspapers. When they had a second round of drinks the mood was far more relaxed. Hope apologized to Melody, she always made stupid jokes according to herself and did not want Melody to feel embarrassed. "But you do have lovely breasts", she added and winked. Melody seemed to feel a lot better, made a remark herself about Hope having the perfect body for fashion.

He could not stop himself whispering in Melody's ear: "You do have the nicest breasts in the tub!"
He had noticed that Hope did not have a lot and gravity already took it's toll on the big, heavy orbs of Sharon. His wife rewarded him with a little kiss, whispered "I love you."
He was happy that she was at ease again, just enjoying the nice water, the company and the drinks. Maybe she wanted to show her gratitude even more, because he could feel a hand getting to his crotch, starting to explore his dick and his balls. He thought this was a bit much and reached at the hand under water, tried to get it away. As a reaction the hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them lightly. He explained this to himself as a sort of warning and let go of the hand.

Soon the hand was in full action, rubbing the shaft of his penis gently up and down, now and then touching his balls lightly. Of course he was not made of stone and he felt himself getting stiffer and stiffer. His wife was talking innocently with Sharon and Hope about holiday resorts while Ralph and Tim were into the stock market. He talked along but it became more and more difficult to keep his mind to the conversation.

At a certain moment Ralph suggested to his wife to go to their quarters and stood up. He turned around, got his bathrobe and stepped out of the tub. Hope followed, reached for her bathrobe, loosely draped it around herself, waved at them and the couple went inside. The remaining four waved back and he was almost relieved the hand got away from his now rock hard dick.
"I would like to go to, Melody. It's been a long day." He got up and quickly put his bathrobe on. She followed his example and they greeted Tim and Sharon while they walked inside.

His penis must look like a flagpole, he thought and walked as fast as he could to their bedroom. Melody saw what was the matter when they entered the room. "You poor boy!", she exclaimed when she opened his bathrobe and dropped to her knees. "Let me help you with that." Her lips went around the top first, then she withdrew to have a better look at the now wet head. She let her tongue roam around the rim under the head and then took him in her mouth completely.

He had wanted to say something about her little game in the tub, but more than "OOH" did not come out of his mouth. When she took more and more in her mouth he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it as far as he could. His "revenge", he thought. She made uneasy sounds like she almost was vomiting and he let go, now letting her have her way. He thought about how he would fuck her from behind later, having the nice hold of her luscious hips. He would slam against her bum fiercely.

All his plans were without a chance to fulfil for some time because he felt himself exploding in her mouth. She had obviously not expected this yet and he could hear her splutter, but somehow she managed to keep all his cum in and he heard her have a big swallow.
He came slowly to his senses, still had to hold himself steady on her shoulders, but now he could speak: "That was some trick you pulled up on me in the pool. I thought I was getting crazy when you started jerking me off like that."
She looked questioningly at him: "I did not touch you, darling."

zondag 17 januari 2016

The Walk of Fame

How she loved Tuscany. Not the big cities where everybody went to see the art, following the tourist guides and admire the same things as all the other people. No she was smitten by the little villages and towns in all their splendour and every day life. The locals didn't realise they were living in such adorable environments. She wondered if she would take things for normal if she was living over here permanently. Absolutely not!

She had enjoyed last night very much: drinking great wine outside on a square was not something you could do in their own country. There are no such squares and even so: the weather would never permit it. It had been quite late when they got back to their apartment and they had been so tired that they went to sleep almost as soon as the moment they had reached their bed.

This morning she had expected him to wake her up with being all over her. Until now their mornings had been filled with sex; it was a good thing the hotel changed their sheets daily.
While she had her eyes get used to the daylight, she noticed him singing in the bathroom, having a shower. She decided to have quick wash and get dressed, maybe they could have breakfast on the balcony. To order room service it would be better to be a bit dressed. She would have to open the front door, leading to the street because they had been given an apartment next to the main hotel accommodation. For meals they always had to go on the street to the neighbouring building.

Like every day she started with the lovely lingerie they had bought together a few days ago. She was very aware how he loved to see her in one of the sets, even when it might be more comfortable to wear less under her clothes. He came out of the bathroom while she still only was wearing knickers, bra and stockings. Humming he put on one of his white shirts, stopped while being halfway with the buttons and watched her with that naughty glint in his eyes she knew quite well by now.

"Stop right there!" he said. "Now put on your high heels and show me", he added. She did what he asked, stepped in front of him and turned around a few times. "So lovely", he sighed.
What followed she didn't expect at all. He asked if she remembered that she promised to do everything he would ever ask of her. She nodded with mixed feelings, what weird idea had slipped in his mind?
He demanded that she would walk in front of him to the door. She did this, being sure she used her hips as much as possible to show off to him.

In front of the door he stopped her: "I want you to walk to the end of the street and back like this."
She shook her head in disbelief and because she didn't want this at all. "You promised!", he urged.
The few moments she doubted were enough for him. "I love you!", he said and opened the door.
"On one condition", she tried to win some time, "I want to wear that black jacket and the hat that are hanging over there." She had tried to wear these items before, he had made love to her dressed in only these. Of course he remembered how she had used them to turn him on and he agreed.

After she got ready he pushed her out of the door. It was very quiet in the street, she was lucky this was not happening to her in Rome, Torino or such. "Go on!", he shouted through the closed door.
First she thought of sneaking her way, trying to be as small as possible. Then she felt this should be different: she was lovely and being loved and she was going to show it!
This was not a Walk of Shame but a Walk of Fame.
So upright and proud she walked on, one of the workers of the hotel was outside reading his newspaper, but somehow he had only eye for the news. He greeted her without noticing how she went.

The whole thing was a lot easier than she expected: the only person to be seen in the street was the man from the hotel staff.
When she knocked at the door her lover opened it immediately, grabbing her while closing the door.
He drew her pants down and made her step out of them, went on his knees in front of her. She knew what he wanted and spread her legs a bit. His face went to her crotch and after touching her, opening her lips with his fingers she felt his tongue going on a mission. She thrust her hips forward to meet him a bit more and spread her legs a bit more too. The tongue had found it's goal very soon and he started to lick and suck, only once stopping to announce that she was very very wet. She had pushed his head back: she didn't need to hear this, she knew very well.

When she came she leaned heavily on him to prevent falling. He waited for her to steady herself and then got up. He kissed her and she tasted her sweet self on his lips and tongue.
"Next time I will ask you to walk up and down the street stark naked", he declared. His shirt showed that he had quite a big erection, he was very aroused.
"If you promise that you will not do this, I offer you something else", she reacted. He looked at her questioningly. "You can have me like this on the balcony, if you promise that. Otherwise I will get dressed."

Her hand slid under the shirt and touched his throbbing member. "Okay", he moaned and took her by the other hand and they walked through the room. He opened the French windows, pushed her to the end of the balcony, made her bend over the balustrade and entered her without any further delay.
She could hear in his way of breathing that he would be coming very soon. That moment the French windows next door opened too and she could hear somebody coming on the neighbouring balcony.
She realised they were making a very weird spectacle.

"There, there! Can you see it?", she shouted and pointed vaguely to something in the sky.
"Yes, yes, I see it!", he bellowed behind her and she felt him spurting his load into her.

Photo courtesy of Hera Bell, http://www.glamourmakeoverphotography.com/

woensdag 13 januari 2016


When he got the invitation it had seemed a great idea. It would be a joy to see his best friends Steve, Mac and Justin again and he had known their partners almost as long as they had known them himself. That could not become a problem either. Quite the contrary: he liked these girls a lot. They all had been very nice towards Tiff, from the moment they had met her. Never the name of his ex was even mentioned, they had accepted his new wife like she had been one of the "crew" from the start.

Tiff had been enthusiastic from the moment she had heard about the reunion. They had hired a mansion in the South of Belgium with four bedrooms and an immense living room. One bedroom was downstairs, which Steve had claimed because he was an old man according to himself. So he should avoid walking the stairs. With a big laugh everybody had agreed. The surroundings were great, they had lovely walks in the woods and the weather gods had been very sympathetic towards them.

Until that soggy afternoon. They had been caught by a drizzle that had cooled down the atmosphere, it had even made himself a bit grumpy. The gallantry from his friends towards his wife, who was some years younger than the rest and quite good looking, started to irritate him. Helping her over a fallen tree or down a steep slope even before he could get to her, was a bit over the top. He thought their wives were thinking the same, but they seemed to be trying not to notice it. They were all wearing macs with the hoods covering most of their faces, so it was hard to tell.

When they were nearing the mansion he tried to shake the miserable feeling off. These were good guys and he had known them from the time they were teenagers. Steve and his wife Liz had been a huge support during his painful divorce. Instead of having jealous feelings towards him, he should be feeling guilty for having a secret. One evening when he was really down he had been together with Liz. She had held him while he had a breakdown, was in tears. Things got out of hand: it had led to them having sex on the floor of the living room. They had never talked about it afterwards.

It was good to be back inside, they turned the heating up and Justin started a fire in the fireplace. All the men had a good poke in the flames which caused Liz to exclaim that there was a hidden arsonist in every man. They all had a good laugh.
Mac's wife Belle came in with a bottle of wine, glasses were found and soon they cheered about the lovely time they were enjoying.

What to do in the middle of a rainy afternoon?
Justin suggested to play a game of poker; he had seen a set of cards in one of the cupboards. His wife Tammy pretended to have a big yawn. How boring!
Mac came with the idea of transferring the game in strip poker, that would be fun for the ladies. Liz thought it could be spiced up if the wives would have to follow the men in the stripping. They all laughed, it sounded like fun and not really shocking: they all had seen each other naked before.

Of all the people he had expected the next suggestion the least coming from his Tiff.
"It would be really a challenge if the loser's wife has to be a sex slave for the other men for an hour or such." It was not clear if she meant this as a sort of joke, a sign that she thought the whole idea was silly. But her words were applauded to, Liz literally clapped in her hands and showed a big grin.
He didn't want to be a party spoiler and Tiff didn't blink an eye. It was hard to tell if she regretted her words.

The game was started and soon they were all losing garments. The men were a bit hidden while they were around the dinner table, but the women were sitting in all their splendour around the coffee table. When Tiff lost her bra he could sense his friends to have a good look at her fierce pear shaped breasts. The nipples were hard, it could hardly be caused by the temperature in the room.
Her breasts were so different from the heavy ones that Tammy already had been showing for some time. They were firm too, but gravity was having it's effect.

The end of the game was near, it looked like Steve and Liz were going to lose. Mac was already suggesting to her that she should search in the cupboards for a whip. Maybe they would be using it on her. But all the last rounds were lost by himself; with every piece of clothing Tiff lost, she asked him to improve his play a bit. Her laugh was sounding different now, at least he could sense some nerves entering her mind.

The last hand was played and he ended up with a miserable pair of 7's. Not enough. He sighed and removed his boxer shorts while he saw his lovely Tiff removing her lovely pearly string.
"This is it or is there still a last round to be played", he asked with a dry mouth.
"No excuses, no delays, we are coming for our price!", Justin walked towards Tiff, took her by the hand and almost dragged her towards Steve and Liz's bedroom, followed by Mac and Steve. Tiff looked at him, her eyes expressing her mixed emotions: fun, fear and curiosity.

The men left the door of the bedroom open and while there was a big sudden silence in the living room they could hear everything that was going on.
"Where do you want me?", Tiff asked with a little laughter in her voice. "Like this?"
One of the man grunted something, another, probably Steve, said: "Turn around."
"Please, not over there!", Tiff shouted almost in a sort of panic.
"St, we'll be careful. We'll use plenty of lube", Justin said. Tiff's reaction was not very clear, a sort of mumbling, like her mouth was full of something.

Liz looked at him, he knew by now he probably would be showing his unhappy feelings about this all. She looked at Tammy and Belle: "He doesn't need to be hearing all of this. Agreed? We'll give him some consolation." The women got up and Tammy took his hand. He was sure they all could see that the situation didn't leave him without any feelings. His hard-on was very obvious, Belle could not resist to touch the shaft, which made his penis jump up even more. He had lost all control.

He meekly had himself lead up the stairs to his own bedroom, Tammy tore off the covers of the bed and dropped them in a corner. Liz pushed him gently on his back on the bed, his very stiff dick was like a flagpole and almost hurting.
"Shit, it looks like we don't have any lube over here!", Belle warned. "This should be fun and not hurting."
"No problem", Tammy reacted and she bent over him and took his member in her mouth. She went up and down the shaft a few times, looked him in the eyes and warned: "Don't you dare to come yet!"
He shook his head, but she didn't even see that. She spit on him and covered the whole shaft with her saliva.

"I love it when a good dick fills my mouth completely", she announced.
"See, I told you so, didn't I. He has a lovely dipstick."
His mind tolled around: were they having discussions about his penis? It sounded like they all knew about his little adventure with Liz.
"Help me get me on him", she ordered and Belle guided his flagpole in Liz' eager cunt. She started riding him while Belle caressed his balls and Tammy put one of her immense breasts in his mouth.
He started to suck the nipple like a baby while he felt that his rider was milking him with her experienced muscles.

It was all too much and he had to let go of the nipple to cry out when he came.
He was still in a daze when he heard Liz say: "Wow, I could almost taste his cum! It all was a bit too exciting for our poor loser."
Tammy was looking unhappy at his dick that was slowly slipping out of the cunt above it.
"What about me? It was my turn."
Belle told her that she would solve the problem. She started licking off the juices that even made his pubic hairs wet and then slowly concentrated on the top of his now limp stick. Belle even squeezed the little eye open and licked inside it. Tammy decided to help her, licked his balls and placed her hand near his bum. Then she went up and down between his penis and his arse, stroking and kneading. It all had effect: he was not as stiff as before, but Tammy looked happy enough when she mounted him.

Now things went different: Belle climbed to the head of the bed and lowered herself on his face.
He knew what was required and started to lick her shaven cunt up and down for some time. Then he stuck his tongue between the lips and entered her as far as he could without getting cramps in his mouth. She was very wet and it was almost as if she was slipping away. He held her hips firmly and went for her clit. It was very easy to find, standing erect like a soldier greeting his superior.  
While he was busy with this, concentrating as much as he could, he could feel his erection subsiding and himself slipping out of Tammy.

Who took his dick in her mouth he couldn't see, but she worked miracles. He felt like he was going to burst apart and moaned beneath the eager cunt of Belle. The other two understood the message and he felt his dick being absorbed by that lovely cunt again. The shaking of Belle and her desperate sounds made him close to coming. Feeling that somebody else started to lick his balls again, was too much and he came yelling into Belle's cunt. She came too and fell completely over his face.

He couldn't breath at all and started waving his hands in the air.
It didn't last very long before his mouth was freed.
"You poor thing! You thought we would let you suffocate? Of course not!" Liz exclaimed.
"Come ladies, time to let our stallion catch his breath, take a shower and liberate the lovely slave from the cruel hands and dicks of our husbands."

They went, but before they left the room they picked up the bed covers and put them on top of him.
He had almost dozed off when he noticed that somebody slipped in the bed next to him. His pretty Tiff kissed him and asked if he was okay. He nodded and replied that he had been more worried about her. "No need to", she reacted: "I loved every second of it."
He sniffed: "You smell like sex."
"You too", she laughed. "And now I want sex with you."

"I'm afraid I'm not able to do that anymore. They took it all," he said regretful.
"We'll see about that!", she answered and went under the covers with her head.
When she took his little willie in her mouth and started to play around the head with her tongue, he pushed the covers off. He looked at the scene with a content smile. Oh, how he loved this girl!
He almost knew for sure she could not get him going, but she was not a person to give up easily.
"Lick my finger, make it very wet", she ordered and he did so willingly. The finger tasted like cum, he wondered which of the men was responsible, but couldn't care less.

She looked approving at the finger after she had taken it out and asked him to lift his knees from the bed. Immediately she plunged the finger in his arse. First he felt his muscles tighten but he forced himself to give her her way. She left the finger where it was and started to jerk him off.
And yes, she did it, after a while his dick was half stiff. Licking, pulling, kneading and rubbing she went on. He shouted that he was coming, she rubbed on and had a good look and yes, there was a little cloud appearing on the head.
"I was right! Of course I can make you come. Any time! Because you are mine!"
She licked it off and gave him a deep kiss.

maandag 11 januari 2016


When she got in the real estate office she walked straight on to the door at the end that gave way to the owner of the business. "Madam, you can't just...", one of the workers started. "St, she's the wife of the Boss. She can't be stopped.", somebody reacted. No, she could not be stopped for sure. She already knew what to expect: her husband behind his desk, the secretary in front of it, taking notes.

And yes, it was like that. "We are looking forward to the list of involved properties and..."
He looked disturbed, like the blond secretary with her unbelievable long legs that were properly bend, in a decent manner, as always dressed in a meticulous way. Somehow Grace was almost sure her husband would have had her on his lap, or on his desk a little while before she made her entrance in the room. There had to be a warning system in this office, but how they managed to warn their boss was a mystery to her.

"Grace, darling, what can I do for you?" he asked with that film star smile of him. The secretary looked at her watchful, a bit doggedly. She went up to him and kissed him, a bit of showing to the legged girl who was the rightful person to kiss that smiling mouth.
"I did some shopping, darling and I have all these bags. I don't feel like going back home by bus, wondered if I can take your car home. I could pick you up at 6 or such."
He shook his head, explained her he had to visit a building site in an hour. "Why don't you phone a taxi?" She shrugged and told him her mobile phone's battery was completely dead.

"Just phone a taxi with the phone on Julie's desk. Just press the nine, before you start dialling. You know how it works. And we better get on with that letter, otherwise it's not finished before I have to go." The secretary nodded a bit too enthusiastic.
She was about to leave the room and the secretary already had her pen ready when she suddenly stopped. "Oh, yeah, before I forget. Please don't throw one of these boring surprise parties at me on Friday. You know...Birthday..." He waved the rest of her words away: "Not possible, darling. I have to go to Leeds this weekend for a convention. You are very welcome to join me, of course. We can hit the town after the meetings. And don't look so surprised! I already told you this weeks ago." The long legged girl nodded her head, how irritating! Grace tried to ignore her completely and it was her turn to wave at him: "No way I'm going to wait in a bloody hotel room till you might come to get me for an evening in bloody Leeds!"

She got out of the room with a vague promise of a little holiday somewhere in the next months. She walked to the secretary's desk and took her chair and phoned the taxi. She could not resist trying the drawers of the desk and was lucky this time. They were not locked. The top drawer only had pens and paper clips and such, but in the next one she found a very interesting business card. She took it out and put it in a pocket of her coat. The last drawer had uninteresting papers about meetings and some drafts for official letters.

In the taxi she took the card out and had a closer look. It was sort of purple, very luxurious but there was a picture on it of a blindfold and a riding crop crossed. A bit like the crossed bones under a skull on a pirate flag. Under this were some words: "www.master.net for all your secret wishes". She put it back in her pocket, not sure what to do with this.
At home she dressed up, wanted to show that husband of her that she was still very attractive, even when she was some 10 years older than that bloody secretary. She regretted this later, he phoned, the meeting at the building site was postponed by an hour. She didn't have to wait for him for dinner, he would have a bite with the owners of the property.

While she was having a quick salad she had to think about the card. She took it out of the pocket of her coat and googled the name of the site on her smartphone. She only found one hit and had a look. It was rather disappointing, there only were a few sentences "We're sorry, this site is under maintenance. For appointments use our address." and an email address.

She thought a bit longer, looking at a site was something different than mailing to somebody. But she felt a bit bored and decided to go for it and asked for an appointment on Friday, added to "party".
It was a bit too optimistic to expect an immediate reaction, she realised after a few minutes. She put her smartphone down and watched tv.

He came home after 11, told her he was completely knackered and went to bed. The dinner with the building people obviously had included some drinks. How he managed to come home, she didn't know. He did this before and she cursed every time he did it, but he always managed to get home in one piece and without any incidents, never had police controls. Sometimes she wished he would run into the police, his behaviour was insane. And he had said nothing about her new outfit. Bastard!

The next day, while having a late breakfast on her own, she could hear she got an email. She checked and her heart skipped a beat. There was a reply from Masternet!
It ordered her to come to an address in the city Friday at 10 PM in her nicest evening gown. "Come by taxi. No parking in front of the mansion. Strictly no underwear, otherwise there will be consequences!" No name under it, not even something like "the Master" or such.

She had lunch with her best friend Lily. She told about the site, showed the message to her and they had a good laugh together. It felt good to not to take it too seriously. Lily even offered jokingly to be her taxi driver. Grace accepted immediately, it would make things for her a bit easier.

That Friday Taxi Lily was nicely on time in front of the house. She whistled and embraced Grace, holding her door open like a chauffeur. When they were seated and drove off, she asked if she really wasn't wearing any underwear under her gown. Grace shook her head: "I do wear a string; it's very small."
Lily frowned and shook her head. "Better take it off. Don't start in a wrong manner."
"You think so?", Grace asked. Lily nodded and she started struggling under her dress to take it off.
Because of the hinder of the seatbelt she had a hard time.
"Wait till we're there", her friend advised.

It was not very far away. In fact Grace knew this place, the old mansion had been for sale through the agency of her husband. The "For  Sale" sign had been taken away. She wondered if it really had been sold.
"Your pants, please!", Lily woke her up. Obligingly she took the seatbelt off and now it was easy to get rid of the little piece of fabric. She handed it over to her chauffeur who smiled approvingly.
"Ready?" Grace had her doubts but nodded. "Off you go. I'll wait till you are indoors."

The almost scruffy door was slightly open, a dim light shone in the hall. She walked in and behind the door she could hear Lily drive away. There was a piece of paper on the wall with an arrow. It pointed at what seemed to have been the janitor's office in better days.
In it was a chair with another piece of paper.
In the dim light she had a bit of trouble reading it. It said: "What a lovely dress! Take it off and walk up the stairs to the landing. Go to the right and walk straight to the last door."

She did what was demanded and put her lovely dress on the chair. Walking up the stairs made her feel more naked than she had ever been before. She had the feeling there were a lot of cameras following her every move. A look around didn't make anything certain. She did notice the very old fashioned chandeliers that took away the darkness and shivered, even when it wasn't really cold at all. Yet she had goose pimples all over her body, her nipples became stiff. She stopped for a second, tried to get an even breath again.

The room was not hard to find; this door was a bit open too, showing the same dim light like that in the hall. She pushed the door open en looked around. The room was very sparsely furnished: it contained a king size bed with a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, a little table with a glass that was half filled next to a riding crop and a chair with a man who was hidden behind a newspaper.

"Put the handcuffs on and get on all fours on the bed. NOW!", the man ordered her from behind his paper shield. Grace didn't do what was told, but walked straight up to him and ripped the newspaper out of his hands.

"I just knew it was you!", she shouted.
He gave her that film star smile, "Happy Birthday, darling."
She was not completely certain if she really noticed him being startled for a second.