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I not really a voyeur, more a girl-worshipper. I don’t peep, and I’m in awe of girls, especially those that pose or show. I started my huge collection of ‘dirty mags’ when I was still at school, and it was at that time that I first had the experiences of girls making me cum in my pants seeing them show their knickers or in a bulging top. That was also happening when I saw girls showing on TV, and even when I was looking at photos in my magazines.
I dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real, but knew I could never get up the nerve to do it. I looked longingly at the photos in Escort magazine of Aunty Jayne’s amateur photo seminars, with a few lucky balding blokes grouped round with their cameras watching Miss Donna Ambrose pose topless.
I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines made me cum in my pants, so there was no way I could hold it seeing Her pose for real, and everyone was bound to notice. I’d be embarrassed and humiliated and kicked out, I thought.
I often went into photo studios, usually in Soho, or once Miss Debbie Ann Trent’s studio in Stoke, and asked if they had any spare photos. The girls on reception were usually very nice about it, but never had spare pics, but it was enough for me to ask them the question, knowing I looked every inch a ‘perv’, and these girls were usually also the models that posed for the photos.
One day I went to a studio in Peterborough which I’d seen advertised in the Sport and as usual asked to buy spare photos. This time the young lady was happy to sell me as many as I could afford. Obviously then I had to go back for more.
I phoned first to ask about more photos, and this time spoke to one of the models. I’m not sure how the conversation got on to why I could only buy photos, not take them, but Miss Lisa seemed to understand why it would be difficult for me, and said it would be no problem if I ‘couldn’t hold it’ seeing Her pose.
Even so I nearly bottled it several times before I found myself in Her studio, buying ‘spare’ photos of Her. She’d done nude photos, bikinis as well as miniskirt and knickers, but I only bought miniskirt and bikini ones. Even though I didn’t have a camera, She said I could see Her pose. I was allowed to open my case full of my magazines so She could copy poses from my Spick & Spans, as I couldn’t tell Her what poses I liked – I could hardly speak at all, I was so nervous.
I’d never shown anyone, let alone a lovely model, my magazines, full of pervy captions and cartoons (and other, things). As She looked at the mag, held open at the page with a lovely pose, I was very nervous and limp, then when She went to copy the pose, I was very excited and stiff. It was the 3rd or 4th pic, a lovely girl in a miniskirt with Her foot up on a desk, and Miss Lisa went back to Her desk, sat on it in Her short black skirt and put Her high-heeled foot up on it, showing Her knickers. Now over the years I’ve been able to cum in my pants unnoticed hundreds of times, even if the lovely barmaid in Her low-cut top who’s making me do it is only a few feet away.
But Miss Lisa took me completely by surprise, and I crumpled, bent double in front of Her, my head nodding up and down as She made me do it in my pants instantly.
There followed many years of divine worship after that. She’d done 2 or 3 packs of photos for me at every visit, lots of raised skirt, miniskirts and knicker-showing, but I wasn’t allowed to see Her show as much as that again during my visits. After all, I didn’t need to – seeing Her sit ‘carelessly’ in Her short skirts, reading out loud from the pervy ‘worship sheets’ and made-up mags I did for Her, soon had me doing it in my pants in front of Her.
She must have seen my wet patch on the front of my trousers dozens of times, and my collection of Her photos became enormous, along with videos She’d do for me, and videos of the whole ‘Worship Session’. I was even allowed a phone call after the visit to say the things I couldn’t say to Her when I was there.
It was all so wonderful for a girl-worshipper, allowed to worship a girlie-goddess for real. But unfortunately before too long Her modelling fee got too much for me to afford, and I never saw Her again.
Reader Advisory: This story contains copious amounts of pee fetish content as well as many references to large clitorises. Stop reading here if this does not appeal to you.
*** Episode 1 – Lindy Grows Up
Chapter 1: Helen and Lindy
Lindy remembered a lot of things which surprised Helen, knowing Lindy was moderately autistic. When Lindy was relaxed, she was calm, graceful, and was a regular source of laughter for Helen. Helen also had an elegant grace about her, but she had far more to deal with in her life. As a result, she was a bit more serious and determined because of Lindy’s condition.
Helen stood tall and proud, especially when it came to making sure Lindy was protected from the outside world. Lindy had always been a happy soul in spite of her disability and though her autism would often steal her focus, it never took away that calm serenity and gentle smile she nearly always wore. Even now, at 19, Lindy still possessed that peacefulness and smile that made Helen feel lucky that she was allowed to raise her after her parents had passed away.
Lindy’s parents, Laura and Steve, both FBI field agents, died when she was very young. When Lindy was born, it was discovered she had a moderate form of autism, so they made sure Lindy would be taken care of in the event they both were killed in the line of duty. As a result, Helen, who was best friends with Laura, was asked to be Lindy’s Godmother and potential guardian.
Helen had met Laura years ago when they were in their early 20s. Both were sitting in the waiting room of the same OB/GYN. Helen was there to find out if there was something wrong with her bladder as she had recently started peeing when she would orgasm. Laura was there for her first maternity exam as she had just gotten pregnant with Lindy. The two women struck up a conversation, each sharing why they were there.
Much to Helen’s surprise, Laura was able to explain Helen’s issue as she had the same condition. Both women, when they had an orgasm, would involuntarily void their bladders. Laura explained that there was nothing technically wrong with it and getting it “fixed” was far more trouble than it was worth.
Eventually Helen came to enjoy the sensation of peeing during orgasm and even grew to have a watersports fetish. While this was not the only thing they had in common, it was part of the foundation which made Helen and Laura best friends.
It was just after Lindy’s 6th birthday that Lindy went to stay with Helen as her parents were going away for a weekend vacation. The following day, however, Helen received a call that both Laura and Steve had been killed in an auto accident caused by a drunk driver. Helen was devastated at the loss of her best friends and furious that their deaths had to be so meaningless. Helen had known Lindy since she was born and had grown to love her very much, so she proudly became Lindy’s legal guardian and gladly raised her as her own.
Years passed and Lindy had become a beautiful young woman. Long flowing locks of copper red hair fell gracefully upon her modest 34C bosom and accentuated her pale skin and slender 5’ 6” physique. Helen was 23 years older and was a gorgeous “Botticelli” woman. Her full figure was enhanced by set of stunning 36DD breasts with pink, silver dollar sized areolas sporting nipples that, when hard, were about the width and length of a woman’s fingertip. Like Lindy, her hair was in the reddish family, though Helen’s was a dark auburn. Both women were kind hearted and sweet…but hidden beneath their angelic exteriors burned intense libidos that Helen had already embraced and nurtured…but that Lindy was only about to awaken.
Lindy never knew her father and Helen didn’t talk about him much. Lindy was shown pictures and told stories about her parent’s heroic lives, but beyond that Helen didn’t have much to share. Helen and Laura did, of course, have plenty of time for girl talk. Laura had shared a few juicy stories of her fantastic sex life with Steve, and on several occasions bragged about his 13” manhood. Helen had been widowed shortly after she was married as a result of a construction accident, so when she met Laura, she lived vicariously through these stories. Helen was jealous she didn’t have a man like Steve, but she had resigned herself to living alone…that was until Lindy became family and Helen took over as “Mom”.
Helen did everything in her power to make Lindy’s life comfortable, productive, and joyous. To avoid the unnecessary emotional brutality that often accompanied public schooling, Helen chose to home school Lindy. As an editor for a large publishing house, Helen worked from home and had plenty of time to devote to making sure Lindy had the best learning environment for a child with her disadvantage.
It was late May and Lindy had just turned nineteen on the 20th of the previous week. Helen felt it was time Lindy started to learn about the world as it truly was. So for her birthday, Helen had a top of the line laptop computer with speedy internet installed for Lindy to explore the world…if only virtually.
Lindy loved the computer and it wasn’t long before she was quite proficient at searching the web for anything she was curious about. For over a month, Lindy was at her computer daily for hours looking at pictures and reading stories about places she never knew existed. While she often wished she could see these placed in person, she was content, for now, just to know they were real.
Chapter 2: New Discoveries
It was nearing the hottest part of the year, so Lindy often slept on top of her covers. Sometimes, she would get a chill in the night which made her need to pee, so on one such occasion, she quietly got up to do just that. On this particular evening, as she made her way to the bathroom, she heard moaning from the living room downstairs. Curiously, she peeked around the corner and down through the railings.
The rather large TV was on which was clearly illuminating the view below. There below, was Helen; naked on the couch, with her legs spread. Her left leg was up on the armrest with the other planted firmly on the floor. This gave Lindy a very good view of Helen’s clean shaven muff which was currently being held open while her clitoris was being massaged with the middle finger of the same hand. She was moaning just enough to get Lindy’s attention, but it had never woken Lindy before, so she didn’t worry that she was being too loud. Lindy was fixated on the scene and was staring wide eyed when Helen shuddered and started to orgasm. As she came, her vaginal canal began rhythmically contracting and her clit, which was large, but not unusually so, began to twitch.
What happened next, however, was extraordinary.
When Helen’s bladder released during orgasm, it was spectacular. Her orgasm produced a thin fountain of pee that shot up nearly two feet, and arced out over three feet across the floor. The stream glistened in the light and made a quiet pattering sound as it landed on the carpet. Helen had thrown her head back when the orgasm started, but had lifted it to see the fountain as it turned her on even more to watch it arc across the floor. Helen let out a low, guttural moan as she watched the stream and her finger moved to stroke the underside of her clit as it twitched during the orgasm. Because she had a narrow urethra, it took longer for Helen to pee when she had a full bladder. She could pee for at least a full minute before she was empty, though her orgasms never fully emptied her bladder.
Helen’s orgasmic pee fountain continued for another fifteen seconds before it started to dwindle. When it had finally stopped, Lindy silently snuck into the bathroom to pee, then return to her room hoping Helen would never know she had been witness to the decadent display. Lindy had never truly masturbated before, though she would occasionally “pet” her genitals as that did feel good. Lindy was both amazed and confused by what she had seen and drifted off to a somewhat fitful slumber.
A week passed and Lindy was looking forward to planting flowers in the small garden Helen had in the back yard. During that week, Lindy also spent a lot of time thinking about what she’d seen that fateful evening and was growing ever more curious. Lindy’s internet explorations had certainly exposed her to several pornographic advertisements, but she never actively pursued pornography. She wanted to know more about what she’d seen and was now very curious about her own sexuality.
As Lindy had never paid much attention to her own lady parts, aside from the necessary business in the bathroom, she didn’t really know how things worked or why petting it made her feel good. Helen had not gotten to the “Birds and the Bees” conversation with Lindy yet since there were no men in her life, so she was learning as she went. The people in the porn ads she’d seen looked like they were enjoying themselves, and she knew peeing made her muff feel good which she associated with that memory of Helen’s orgasm. That connection drove her first intentional erotic explorations.
It was a sunny June morning and Lindy returned to her room after her usual shower. She put on a light sundress as it was warm due to the fact that it was turning out to be a very hot summer and her windows let in a lot of light. She was eager to start looking for more pictures and videos like those she had seen in the various random porn ads, but mostly to see more things like what she’d seen Helen do. Lindy was so eager, in fact, that she simply skipped putting on any panties and completely avoided brushing her hair. She sat down at her desk and googled a word she was sure would bring up sexual images she wanted to see. That word was pee.
Several links showed up and Lindy clicked on the first one. The video she found was of a man stroking his penis as he peed onto a woman that was squatting in front of him and masturbating while she peed onto the ground below her. This made Lindy pull up her skirt and look at her pussy. Lindy’s mound was smooth as she had been shown how to shave her legs and since Lindy wanted her muff to look like Helen’s, she figured out how to shave there as well.
Lindy inherited the best and worst from her parents. The combination of genes that gave her autism came from both of them. Laura gifted her with average breasts and a shapely set of outer labia that formed her perfect peachy mound. She also inherited her narrow urethra and a large bladder so when Lindy really had to pee, she could pee well over a minute. From her father, she inherited keen eyesight and the massive size of his penis. Since Lindy was a woman, however, this translated into an extraordinarily large clitoris.
As Lindy watched the video, she spread her fleshy labia apart and lightly rubbed her meaty clitoris as she’d seen Helen do. This sent jolts of pleasure into Lindy’s stomach and she felt her clitoris begin to swell. Soon she realized she was getting very warm all over and the mental clarity she enjoyed when she relaxed began to slowly evaporate. The more she became aroused, the more she wanted to just stare at the video and stroke her clit. She became focused on only the magical sensations and what she was seeing. She rubbed her clit as the man on the screen continued to stroke his huge penis.
The video Lindy had chosen was rather long, so Lindy alternated between watching her incredible clit grow, and watching the video. Her clitoris had grown so much that it was sticking nearly two inches straight out from between her beefy outer labia, which had also swollen and parted to make room for the sizable erection that Lindy was now gently stroking. It was visibly throbbing and had turned a darker purplish color; Lindy was now in a state of complete arousal and in a world of her own.
The video continued and Lindy, now having a "penis" of her own, began stroking it with her thumb and index finger, not unlike the man in the video. As she stroked her hardened clit, she also began feeling the urge to pee. This brought forth the memory of Helen’s orgasmic pee fountain again and Lindy was certain what she was doing now would make peeing feel really good.
The man in the video neared climax and Lindy was barely aware of the world. She worked the hood of her enormous erection back and forth over the swollen clit as the feeling of needing to release her pee became prominent. Suddenly, she felt small spurts of pee jumping from her exposed urethra onto the floor with every stroke. Lindy couldn’t stop and was beyond caring; she was panting heavily, almost grunting with every breath.
Then, Lindy had her first orgasm and it changed her world forever.
The man on the screen thrust his huge penis forward and began to spurt long ropes of white cum onto the woman below him. Lindy’s clit began twitching uncontrollably even as she continued to stroke its incredible length. As her orgasm hit her, she felt a flood of pee escape bladder and spray out from her sensitive urethra. Lindy looked down and watched helplessly as the powerful jet of pee erupted from her pussy. The stream noisily splashed onto the back panel under her desk and soaked the rug beneath. Lindy witnessed the spectacle in a detached haze and was lost in the orgasmic contractions her pussy was making during her orgasm.
Lindy was awash in sensation and didn’t want it to end. Her orgasm and pee stream lasted over a minute and the video had long since ended. After her pee stream slowed to a trickle and the contractions subsided, Lindy slumped in her chair and she relaxed. Over a minute elapsed before she regained enough mental clarity for her to clean up the results of her first orgasmic endeavor.
Chapter 3: Making It Go
Masturbating to a wet orgasm became a daily event for Lindy. Now that she was aware of the results of her actions, she would lay out the towel from her shower to catch her micturition. Sometimes she would get aroused while watching a video, and other times the need to pee which would spark her clitoris to life and it would begin to swell causing her to, as she had come to call it, “make it go”.
The latter was the case the day Helen was passing Lindy’s room and paused to check in on her. The door was slightly ajar, so Helen could see Lindy get up, go to the far corner of the room, lay out her bath towel, hike up the skirt of her dress, pull off her panties, and sit on the floor facing the corner. She watched in stunned silence as Lindy put her hand to her pussy and began rubbing. Soon, Lindy had gone from rubbing to making the "jack off" motion that Helen was quite familiar with. This confused her and prompted her to find out what Lindy was doing. Helen quietly entered the room as Lindy’s breathing began to get heavy.
"Lindy, Honey, what are you doing?" She said moving toward Lindy.
"I’m making it go," Lindy whimpered in response.
Helen moved to stand over Lindy and could now clearly see the spectacle unfolding before her.
Helen had no idea that Lindy was so well endowed. Helen was both shocked and aroused watching Lindy stroke her enormous clit as she stared down at her pussy. Helen’s libido instantly reacted and her own clit began to swell. Helen put her hand on her mound in response to the increasing pressure. Lindy was now panting heavily and Helen was having a hard time not giving in to the arousal building in her own loins. With each passing moment, Helen’s pussy grew increasingly wet and the pressure on her bladder became more pronounced.
Lindy let out a small grunt and Helen immediately noticed that small spurts of pee were jumping from Lindy’s pussy and landing on the towel before her. Helen pressed harder on her mound through her jeans and knew she may not be able to avoid coming on the spot. Soon, Helen was unconsciously rubbing her hand up and down over the seam of her jeans as she stood mesmerized by Lindy’s lusty display, hoping to find out what Lindy meant by "Making it go".
She didn’t have to wait long as Lindy softly grunted again and Helen could see Lindy’s clit begin to twitch as Lindy stopped stroking and instead, pressed on the base of her mound, making her clit push out even more. The purplish head of Lindy’s flexing clit was shiny from the wetness on it, making Helen’s own completely stiffened clit jump and signal that it was about to cum. Helen was lost in the moment and had no desire to stop it.
A thin stream of pee burst forth from beneath Lindy’s twitching erection creating a low arc that easily hit the wall several feet in front of her. The urgency in Helen’s bladder reached a critical point as she easily related to the sensations Lindy was feeling. The pressure of Lindy’s pee stream increased as her orgasm consumed her and the angle at which Lindy’s pee arc left her pussy steadily rose, resulting in her stream splattering higher and higher on the wall.
As Lindy’s pee fountain rose up on the wall, Helen came. Her own clit throbbed as she gave into her orgasm and flooded her jeans. Helen watched in awe as her own pee soaked the crotch and legs of her jeans and flowed down to create a pool on the hardwood floor. Lindy’s fountain continued unabated for nearly a full minute as it leapt from her pussy and splashed noisily upon the wall.
Helen’s orgasm subsided nearly thirty seconds before Lindy’s stream ended. All Helen could do was gaze upon the scene before her and hold her hand over her completely soaked muff. After her stream ended, Lindy remained motionless for another minute as she relaxed and regained her mental clarity.
“I made it go, just like you did.” Lindy said, looking up at Helen.
“What do you mean?” Helen asked still spent from her orgasm and in shock from the recent display.
“I had to pee one night and I heard you downstairs, then I saw you rub your muff and pee.”
“Oh, Honey, you were never meant to see that!”
Helen had finally removed her hand from her crotch and squatted down to help Lindy get to her feet. The two of them cleaned up the wall and Helen took Lindy to the bathroom where they each showered and went to the kitchen to have some lunch. Helen asked Lindy to describe what she had seen and immediately knew the event Lindy had witnessed. Helen then inquired as to when Lindy started “making it go” on her own. Lindy told Helen about the pictures and videos she had seen and how they made her feel. She told Helen that she started doing this every day because it made peeing feel so good and that she didn’t like peeing in the toilet as much anymore.
Helen listened intently and took it all in. As her “Mom”, Helen knew she needed to set some boundaries without making Lindy feel that what she was doing was wrong. She knew Lindy was going to discover her sexuality eventually and would not stop her from doing what came naturally. She was proud of Lindy for not being afraid to tell her what she had done and, as usual, wanted to make sure Lindy felt comfortable and safe about expressing her sexuality in a way that didn’t make more work for either of them.
Months passed and around November, Helen had the downstairs bathroom completely remodeled into a modern, stone tile bathroom with a large walk in shower. In the shower, was a raised platform about two feet high, and four feet deep at the back of the shower, opposite the shower head. On this platform, was a large, gel filled, ‘bean bag’ chair that either of them could sit on if they needed to masturbate.
Lindy used it almost daily whenever the urge came to “make it go”. This often happened while Helen was in her office working. Sometimes, however, Helen would be out in the kitchen and could hear the patter of Lindy’s pee fountain echo out of the shower enclosure. Normally Helen would smile knowing how good Lindy was feeling and simply return to her office. On rare occasion, she would sneak to the bathroom door and watch Lindy’s orgasmic pee stream in amazement. This would always make her horny and when Lindy would return to her room, Helen would use the chair in the shower to masturbate to a powerfully wet orgasm.
Life went on like this for two years and Lindy was now twenty-one. She had become a fairly skilled painter and imaginative writer in spite of her occasional lack of focus. Helen could not have be more proud of her and wondered how long it would be before Lindy would want to try getting a job or even move away. Helen knew it was inevitable, but didn’t want to think about it. She knew the world would not understand Lindy’s need to “make it go” at the drop of a hat and tried to help her understand that other people would not accept her that way. Lindy didn’t seem concerned with that nor was she concerned with experiencing the “real world”.
One evening, Helen was working late and heard Lindy come downstairs and enter the bathroom. Lindy only used the new bathroom that late at night when her need to pee had aroused her in her sleep and she needed to “make it go”. Otherwise, she would just quickly pee upstairs and go back to bed. Hearing Lindy’s decent, Helen’s clit involuntarily began to tingle. It had been some time since she’d masturbated, so she becoming increasingly aroused knowing what Lindy was about to do.
Helen moved to the bathroom door after Lindy entered and did her usual “spying” as Lindy removed her nighty and settled onto the chair in the shower. Helen’s clit was already stiff beneath her robe as Lindy laid her head back and began stroking her clit which had already swollen into an enormous erection in her sleep.
Helen was extremely horny and began rubbing her own clit while watching Lindy. So horny in fact, that she spontaneously decided spying on Lindy was not enough. In an uncharacteristically bold move, Helen opened the door and approached the shower. Lindy looked at her, but didn’t stop playing with her pussy.
“Would it be ok if I make it go with you, Honey?” Helen said, anxious that Lindy would be put off by her presence.
“I would like that,” Lindy replied looking back down at her throbbing erection.
Helen removed her robe and stepped into the shower. She positioned herself with her right leg up on the platform and facing Lindy, but at such an angle that when she came, her pee stream would hit the platform and not Lindy. She knew Lindy’s orgasmic pee stream would hit her and she was counting on it.
Both of Lindy’s legs were on the platform, heels touching, and spread as far apart as they would go. She was reclined in the chair in such a way that her erect clitoris pointed skyward. Lindy’s gaze never left Helen, but drifted down to stare at Helen’s pussy. Helen was holding her pussy open and exposing her beefy, but less endowed clitoris. She let out a soft moan and began rubbing it with her middle finger. Lindy’s own clit was dark and bloated as it had become almost overly engorged while she stroked it and watched Helen.
“Mine is so much bigger than yours,” Lindy said, clearly referring to the size difference between her own and Helen’s clitoral erections.
Helen was lost in arousal but commented breathlessly, “You were gifted with that and I was blessed with these,” She said bringing one of her double D breasts up to her mouth to first lick, then suck the thick, hardened nipple.
Lindy, in contrast, had no more than a C cup. As Helen ministered to the nipples on each of her own breasts, Lindy gently rubbed hers and watched as the nipples hardened, making her stroke her massive clit even faster. Several minutes went by and Helen could tell Lindy, who had returned to gazing at her own beastly clit, had become lost in her own world. Lindy’s pussy lips had swollen and parted to fully expose her urethra. The tip if her clit had become purple and shiny. Helen’s own clit felt bigger than it had ever been and she started to rub the underside of it as she knew Lindy was getting close. Helen’s orgasm was imminent and she could feel her pee was now dribbling out helplessly onto the stone tiles below.
“Make it go, Lindy…I’m about to cum…” Helen gasped as her pussy began its rhythmic contractions.
Helen could neither slow nor stop her approaching climax. Helen pulled up on her pussy which fully exposed her incredibly swollen clit and changed the angle of her urethra. A small but growing stream of pee left Helen’s pussy and instead of landing at the base of the platform, was now hitting Lindy’s right ankle. Feeling the warmth of Helen’s pee, Lindy rolled slightly forward to more clearly see the pee hitting her leg. This sent Lindy over the edge and she came hard.
Helen watched in complete rapture as Lindy’s pussy began to convulse and spurt pee onto the platform. Lindy’s panting got louder as she suddenly stopped stroking her clit and pressed down hard at the base with the thumb and fingertips of both hands, making it rear out another half inch. Lindy’s clit began to twitch violently, and for the first time in Helen’s memory, Lindy spoke as she came.
A firm and steady pee stream leapt from Lindy’s pussy, immediately hit Helen’s stomach, and slowly began to rise toward her quivering breasts. Both women slowly rode their respective orgasms, each watching the other’s pee arc rise both in both height and volume. Helen turned slightly causing her rising stream to splash all over Lindy’s thigh and lower torso. At the apex of their climaxes, Helen’s orgasmic pee fountain was hitting Lindy’s thigh, and Lindy’s stream was dancing all over Helen’s left breast.
Pee was splashing everywhere and both Helen and Lindy were awash in each other’s pee, and their own orgasmic bliss. Helen’s stream subsided before Lindy’s flow showed any signs of weakening. Lindy was still forcefully peeing on Helen’s breast when Helen took her foot down and moved back just enough to let Lindy’s flow splatter onto her pussy. Out of sheer lust, Helen held open her pussy to let Lindy’s pee splash onto her sensitive clit.
Helen was still luxuriating in Lindy’s fountain as it started to wane. Helen noticed Lindy’s lengthy clit was still twitching lightly as her stream dried up. In the relative silence, both women took a few minutes to enjoy the afterglow and come back to reality.
“Can we do that again soon?” Lindy asked smiling weakly and completely spent.
“Let’s see how things go, Honey,” Helen replied helping Lindy off the platform.
Both women rinsed under the warm water of the shower and dried off. Once dressed, Helen and Lindy stood in the bathroom and hugged each other for a long while. Not wanting to lose the relaxed state she was in, Helen suggested they head to their respective bedrooms to get a good night’s sleep. The two awoke the next morning with a lot to talk about.
Ruth Anderson sat at in her new office, she had been promoted six months earlier and it still excited her being on the tenth floor. Ruth was a quiet lady just past her forty-fourth birthday, she had been brought up in a strict catholic family, an only child with a dominant father who because of his wrath she had obeyed to the letter. She had spent the last twenty four years in a cold almost sexless marriage, the biggest surprise was that her and husband Donald had produced a wonderfully beautiful daughter Lena who at twenty two was about to complete a masters degree in business studies in London school of economics. Ruth realised that her life was somewhat empty and thus the reason she had pushed herself in her career with the local council, she felt proud she was now the head of procurement for council office and buildings department. Ruth had no sexual experience outside her marriage, and the few times her mind strayed in that direction she would chastise herself, often with a tear in her eye she had noticed that this was happening more and more as sex with Donald had become almost non-existent, Ruth throughout her life had barely seen her self naked and shied away from such habits, if she had she may have seen what her boring dowdy clothes covered up. Her legs were long and smooth finishing at a superbly rounded ass, waist slim with just a little baby bump, a face cute and girl like for her age make-up very delicate with bland colouring, but her main feature (something that caught many a man’s eye) her tits 36DD still firm and still magnificent shown off so well by her slim waist. Ruth had always felt embarrassed about her bust size, but she had also noticed how they attracted men’s glances she blushed bright red when she thought of their stares. Ruth’s life changed one lunch time shortly after she completed the first six months of her promotion, it started no different from many more lunch times she opened her salad box and poured fresh orange from it’s chilled container. At the same time she flicked a couple of keys of the computer. She expected to see a copy of the latest accounts, but what appeared was a tall blonde women wearing only black strappy six inch heeled shoes and a red skirt, a red leather skirt, a skirt cut away round her smooth ass cheeks. Ruth was to learn later this was a spanking skirt, has she moved her finger to delete the page she heard the voice “spread wide lean across the chair arm NOW” the blonde did not hesitate. Ruth was entranced….. all her lunch time was spent watching the young women, as a large fat older man first fondled then spanked her ass cheeks until they glowed first red then a deep purple. Throughout her ordeal the women never complained, in fact Ruth was convinced she went through a number of orgasm and at one time even begged for more. The man on screen was dressed throughout but Ruth could not mistake the very large bulge in his tight pants below his big fat gut, she could also not ignore her own feeling her breath had been laboured has she watched the story unfold, also her married pussy had started to leak and leak a lot. Ruth could feel her dampness and could also smell the musky aroma her aroused pussy omitted. In bed that night while Donald slept Ruth found her mind drifting to the days events, she new she couldn’t, but just once she thought as her fingers traced along her once again glistening pussy lips. The next day Ruth swore to herself she wouldn’t look again, but she new she weak and her fingers pressed the buttons once more going to the same DVD the man forcing the blond to eat his massive eight inch fat cock something Ruth thought crude and disgusting and even worse when he coated her face in thick ropes of cum. For weeks Ruth watched, different women different men always the spanking, then worse, sex, forced sex dominant older men controlling the women to do their perverse acts fulfilling all their filthy needs. Ruth was certain she could never let anyone perform those filthy acts with her, even though for the last two weeks she had locked her office door during lunch. What a sight if anyone could enter, skirt pulled up round her waist sat on an old towel to prevent staining her chair, white cotton panties pulled to one side, and fingers working rapidly on an engorged clit and swollen red labia lips. It never took long two maybe three minutes then the same self disgust, for the first time in her life Ruth had begun to masturbate. It got worse and worse some lunchtimes Ruth could have three orgasms, three or four fingers rammed up her squelchy cunt she started to squirt for the first time in her life, and had to find out about it on the internet. But it was the smell her odour had always been strong, but now the office stank of sex she just hoped no-one noticed.
Robert Cameron James, sat in his large office on the eleventh floor of the council building. This was his eighth year has head of finance, a part time role bringing him to the office just three days per week. Robert had made his money, a lot of money from rubbish, firstly seeing restaurants and clubs had big problems with weekly collections he had got the contract to provide a nightly service. Then when the government introduced plastic refuge bins, he had been one of the first companies to introduce a home cleaning service. His business acumen now allowed him to meddle with the council, something he thoroughly revelled in. At sixty one Robert was a big healthy man with a healthy appetite for life, and in particular sex. There was nothing Robert more than to dominate both men and women for his sexual needs, which were both wide ranging and perverse. This domination had started with his wife Mignon De Silva a South African girl from a good family, she had been eighteen to his twenty eight completing her education in the UK and straight away Robert noticed how submissive this young women appeared, within a week he had dominated her was fucking her, within a year they were married and Mignon was enjoying regular spankings. Quickly Mignon was helping with the business using her willing body to seduce partners and perspective partners, by the time she was twenty one she had completed no less than three gang-bangs and given a lesbian sex show for her hubby and friends. She also new to always obey her husband anyone who crossed him may face the consequences Robert was a very nasty man, just twelve months earlier one of the many women he had trained throughout their marriage, a thirty something black Nigerian mother of two had failed to show for one of their special parties, within the month all the family were back in their poor Nigerian village. Did Mignon mind his dalliances with other women, at one time yes but she soon learnt her own love of sex was catered for and permitted. Her and some close friends would use young men and women as their own sex slaves, her catalogue of porn movies was extensive, loving insertion whipping and pissing above all others. She liked nothing better than to film herself peeing in the mouth of some young fresh slut Robert had acquired for her.
Jacob Rees sat at his desk in the only other office on the top floor of the council block, at thirty eight the youngest man to ever head the council. Jacob although a very good councillor had an abundance of secrets and weaknesses. He had, had a very private quiet and reserved upbringing women and sex had never been mentioned during his childhood or later years as a only child he never had friends. In later years he found it very difficult to approach or talk to women, this would lead to him using prostitute’s he bought his first when he was eighteen, and had then used the same women for the next nine years, she was old to him in her forties, but very experienced and took him down a torrid sexual path. They traversed from simple sex through BDSM, anal enjoyment both male and female, he love his women with her big strap-on dildo. His love for big tits started here although his mother had been well endowed before her death and he remembered his interest. He love to fondle squeeze and pull on massive mammaries, watching the nipples grow to astounding lengths. He was quite a contented man successful at work and fulfilled in his private needs. It was round about his thirty third birthday he was invited to a special party held by Robert and Mignon. A live changing event for Jacob, from minute one he was taken by Mignon, like Robert before him her busty succulent body entranced him and Mignon was not shy in showing it. All night her massive DD tits were in his face, of course this had been Robert’s plan he new more of Jacob than the young man thought. By the end of three months Mignon had a good selection of DVD’s all relating to Jacob. He was overwhelmed when he first saw shot’s of himself being fucked up the arse by three women, one after the other, before they gave him a piss shower by the pool the look of lust and enjoyment never leaving his face. From that day on he had worked in tandem with the James family, in business and in pleasure always trying to gain an advantage in both. Their latest project was one he had noticed two years earlier, a quite lady on one of the lower floors, Ruth he had first found her at the company sports day her massive tits waddling has she cheered on the children’s sack race. He not only noticed Ruth, but the younger version stood by her side. The daughter Lena smoother skin longer legs and identical massive tits. He had made it his duty to find out more, what a coup it would be to gain both beauties for the James’s sex stable. He had kept a good eye on her one for the future he’d thought. After helping Ruth to her mildly deserved promotion, her lack of trust in her fellow man had slowed things down for some months……until her own stupidity and a chance porn site had changed thing so rapidly, it was now the right time. Every three months books had to be audited and today it was Ruth’s departments turn. And it would be Robert doing the audit.
“Welcome my dear” Ruth tries hard to convince herself that Mr James wasn’t almost laughing has he showed her into his office. He sat her down at the desk so they could both view the computer with the latest figure’s. Ruth feels elated knowing after a thorough inspection everything would be in order. “Very pleasing Ruth” said Robert smiling “the books are just fine. Just one little thing a small thing emanating from your office, in fact from your computer” her smiled dropped the feeling of elation left her. “I’m sure you can explain the external bill more than £ 800 from a porn company Mr Rees and I are sure it must be an error am I correct” Ruth could feel her large mature boss standing over her, knowing she couldn’t explain, knowing he could end her fledgling career in that moment. He had her “you see Ruth it isn’t really the bill I imagine we could pay that off simply, it’s more what the bill was for. There was a simple breakdown with the bill Ruth this was very, I repeat very hardcore porn” she tried to interrupt, Robert caught one statement “anything” yes my silly girl he thought that’s what I’ll have anything and everything. As expected the tears began to flow, it won’t happen again bla,bla,bla, “to me my dear we have just two choices, we sack you with immediate effect” pleeeeease no “or tomorrow the holiday Friday you come to this office at 10:30am to have your case thoroughly reviewed” he waited “well little miss pervert what will it be” her breath came in gasps at his statement little miss pervert, god what had she done. Unable to speak she simply nodded her agreement. Robert simply picked up a file and started reading, she was dismissed and new it. Less than twenty four hours later and after a long and sleepless night, the feeling in the pit of her stomach had not receded. She was pleased she had hidden her dilemma from her husband, now she just wanted to hide her disgrace from him and anyone who may know her. Robert James held her life in his hands. He responded to her knock with a smile on his face and a sharp “enter” he left her standing before him not speaking or looking at her, after what seemed an age he spoke “did you enjoy your filth Ruth…….. well did you? He looked her in the eye waiting for her answer “I don’t know I” he looked hard at her “you don’t know for god sake you were long enough looking know tell me did YOU ENJOY YOUR FILTH” tears ran down Ruth’s face “yes, yes I don’t know why, it was filth but I did enjoy it” his face broke into a sly smile. “perhaps Ruth your enjoyment could help you save your job and keep all this very quite” “How I don’t understand I’ll do anything, anything you ask” her mind was in turmoil what was happening to her Sensing her distress Robert made his move quickly “in my dressing room is a new set of clothes for you to try, if and when you come out wearing it we will review your employment status” Ruth moved into the dressing room, she was totally shocked. The outfit if you could call it an outfit, black seamed stockings very sheer very expensive stockings, shoes bright red very high stiletto shoes, a skirt a tiny black pleated skirt, a white sheer blouse and tiny quarter cup bra, Ruth had never even wore stockings before. Slowly she started to undressed, she was naked looking at herself in a full length mirror. She new she was being asked to dress like one of the sluts in her porn films, she looked at her bottom still tight, breasts she new men loved big tits like hers, next her pussy completely covered in a thick matt of black slightly greying hair so thick her pussy lips were almost hidden. Ruth so wished she’d done something she’d never done and trimmed. Why was she thinking like this could she really go through with this, parade in that outfit in front of a near stranger her boss, but she new she had no choice. She bit firmly on her bottom lip while rolling on those sexy stockings attaching them to a sheer suspender belt. Squeezing her ample tits into a tiny quarter cup bra, a bra so small no matter how much she tried something would pop out, then she was dragging the tight tiny skirt over her firm thighs god she had never been in anything so short. When she was fully dressed if dressed was the word, she applied the slutty make-up has she had been instructed via a I -pad on the dressing table ruby red lips and charcoal eyes. Once again she looked at herself, make-up thick dark and yes, slutty. Blouse so tight much to small buttons bursting, over that tiny bra showing her massive tits fully, nipples long and hard pushing at the blouse material there was no where to hide her massive tits, her legs looked so long with her bottom pushed even higher by those super high heels. The skirt so short her bottom cheeks and pussy were almost on show below it, hanging out each side of the tiny sheer black thong she wore below the skirt was a mass of curly pubic hair, she new when she moved in any direction everything would be on show. She could not believe herself but looking like a whore was making her pussy wet, not only wet but soppy wet a dead give away she new she was excited and turned on, an old man was going to be ogling her body and she was excited. Even has she walked back into the office she new he would smell her arousal.
Robert stood leaning on the front of his desk, relaxed with a knowing expression on his face. “Ah Ruth so you decided to try the outfit such a good girl, you look very mmmm slutty” trying hard to cover her breasts she muttered “please no I’m not…….” he smiled “but Ruth your wearing the outfit, the outfit of a slut it looks so good on you, and may I add you smell like a slut. Are you excited Ruth, well are you Ruth” he lifted his mobile and started to take her picture “no sir please you can’t take pictures” once more that smile “I like the sir Ruth SIR OR MASTER from now on, oh and yes I can and will take pictures, that is if you want to keep your position. Now be a good girl and do just has I say” Ruth gave a hardly noticeable nod of compliance. “walk up and down for me Ruth, yes you have such a good figure, does your husband tell you that Ruth, such long sexy legs, and big tits they look so good in that blouse. Sit on the leather chair yes it is low, right back that’s it good girl” he was stood above her looking at her exposed stocking clad thighs, the tiny skirt caught in the gripping leather chair was worse than useless her tiny thong was clearly on view to perverse older man. What was worse her face was level with Robert’s crotch, and she could make out his erection growing all the time if that were real he was massive, just like the men in the porn video’s she imagined the girls sucking on them she wanted to touch her pussy she had that familiar itch, Robert brought her back from her dreams. “Now be a good girl stand for me again, walk to the desk, hands on the edge bend at the waist, a little more, now spread your feet wider” Ruth new her arse was on full show why was she obeying this old man, she new full well she was enjoying being dominated she wanted to be submissive to be Robert’s submissive. He was watching her knowing she was almost ready to do anything for him, he watched her arse swaying gently, her hairy bush covered cunt just a thin piece of sopping wet mesh hiding her hidden treasures. “flip your skirt up slut so I can see your arse better” Ruth hesitated “you want to so do it, we both know what you are and we both know where this is going, so be a good girl flip that skirt up and spread your legs further. Get ready for the spanking you truly deserve”………………..”no I Didn’t expect to have to do this” she began to stand, then she felt his hand pushing gently in the middle of her back. “settle down you bitch you decided to dress like one of your video whores, but if you want it to stop get changed and leave and never enter this building again. If you want it to continue, you will tell me you are my slut, and you will beg me to spank your sweet little married arse” A tense silence hung over the office, he was ready to wait…but not to long…………… “please I can’t I’m married, Donald how would I explain” Robert didn’t answer his hand still in the centre of her back he moved it slowly in small gentle circles. “SPANK ME” she screamed ……. “yes I want to be a slut your married slut spank my arse hard really hard I’m a naughty married whore” smiling lewdly Robert moved his hand and began stroking her arse cheeks, a shallow moan escaped her lips. “you fucking filthy bitch you’ll do anything I say from now on, and my SLUTS call me sir” she heard the woosh has the first blow landed quickly followed by two, three four each cheek in turn was lashed by his big hand, the pain was excruciating, tears ran down her face, but her arse stayed pushed back and up pointing to her sexual perverse molester. His free hand moved down below Ruth grabbing the top of her blouse he tore downwards, buttons sprayed everywhere, and her massive tits now untethered bounced free. He began to roughly squeeze her fat DD udder like tits, while still spanking her reddening ass cheeks he was tugging hard on her hardening nipples stretching them with his cruel fingers causing Ruth extreme pain. “You love this don’t you my naughty married bitch love your arse spanked and I’ve only just started with you” he had slowed with her spanking slowly stroking over his own red hand marks caressing her bruised cheeks, his fingers hooked her tiny thong uncovering firstly her little dark anal passage, his knuckles lightly trailed across her crinkly hole, he noticed the intake of breath and the tightening of her arse cheek. He continued to pull on her thong uncovering her cunt, his fingers came in contact with her wiry hairy bush, so thick it obstructed the view of both her arsehole and cunt lips. The thong clung to her hairy twat, held by thick white globules of Ruth’s cunt juice. All the time he continued squeezing on her massive tits concentrating on her elongated nipples, Ruth was moaning like a little she cat body swaying with lust willing her new master to touch her cunt finger her fuck her anything she felt so hot. He pulled her upright and spun her to face him all in one movement, she hung her head looking only at the floor. He took a nipple once more between his fingers squeezing hard ”you like this Ruth?” she nodded without lifting her head “you know it has it’s consequences for your pain I must have my pleasures” another nod “now I think we both agree you are my whore bitch slut however we wrap it up, you will do just has I say” all the time he spoke he was pushing Ruth to her knee’s in front of him then he undid his zip allowing his pants to drop round his ankles. Ruth had seen the outline but she couldn’t believe the real thing it hung halfway to his knee and was bouncing has it began to point towards the ceiling getting harder, in fact it kept growing to almost twelve inches long and a massive five inches diameter. Her hand nervously moved towards it she took it gingerly between her fingers “I need an answer bitch before we go further, you are my whore you will do whatever I wish” she looked up at him as her hand tried to circle that throbbing piece of meat, yes sir anything “kiss it my little whore soon you will have it all down your slut throat tasting my hot cum so you best get started” Ruth pushed her tongue out licking at the pre-cum that was dripping from his dick, she had always thought this part of sex was crude and disgusting …. but how could she want this, an old man ordering her controlling her.. Ruth’s mouth opened wide like a big 0 she took in the tip of his throbbing knob end, showing her little mercy or respect Robert stuffed the first five inches into her mouth, and grabbing her hair started to drag her mouth down his massive shaft. Tears streamed from her eyes, spittle dribbled from the corners of her mouth, she gagged she moaned, but he just kept it powering home five minutes, then ten minutes pass Ruth was more relaxed her throat more accommodating. Why she didn’t know but she felt elated when his ball sack were resting on her chin her throat felt on fire opened and stretched like never before. Ruth was watching her persecutor behind smiling eyes waiting now for him to take her mouth as she new he would. Robert looked down at his new sex slave her top lip stretched so far it was almost touching her nose eyes black with mascara and tears, he took three perfect picture of the filthy whore. “now whore start sucking my cock until my spunk fills your filthy throat” without hesitation her mouth started to move up and down faster and faster, her fingers found his balls fat and heavy stroking squeezing. “suck it bitch get it down that whore throat here it comes swallow it down you filthy slag taste my spunk” Ruth didn’t hesitate her throat swallowed and swallowed as copious amount of hot sticky cum slid down into her tummy. She continued sucking tasting every last drop she had actually enjoyed being used like a common whore. Robert never removed his cock he let Ruth carry on sucking keeping him hard, he spoke again “yes keep sucking keep me good and hard my cock sucking whore, we like sucking that cock don’t we bitch, next your going to feel it up that filthy hairy cunt when I fuck you hard” Ruth felt her pussy start to twitch as this cruel old man verbally abused her, she was desperate now desperate to get his dick manhood in her pussy, but still scared of the size. “stand up you fuck slut, take off that thong and let me get a good look at your cunt, yes pull that fucking hair to one side, god that’s wet open wider push three fingers up it get it ready you cock whore” she felt ashamed and humiliated the way he spoke to her, but still her fingers started to open herself. Sir carried on, “you like it don’t you Ruth you like being an old man’s cum bucket, can’t wait for my big dick in your cunt” for the first time she admitted it “yes sir I want it please please fuck me stuff it all in my pussy” she turned without being ordered her hands rested on the desk her legs went wide she reached behind her lifting her little skirt no man could refuse what was on offer a sopping fuck hole surrounded by a thick mat of stinking pubic hair, topped by a very inviting brown ring piece. Robert approached her pulling on his 12” lump of meat. He ran it two or three times along her labia lips even running it round ass ring noting once again the involuntary twitch , then he began to sink into her swollen cunt. Even though she was so wet that her juices were running freely and staining her stockings, just the head entering her was stretching her like never before “not to much please sir, take it out god it’s too big……god splitting me in two arrrrrrrgh” Sir took no notice of her wailing, she was there for his pleasure and she would get use to that, once he had driven the large mushroom head home the next four inches followed he didn’t delay more than a few seconds before pushing home his advantage soon all 12” of his fat prick was buried into Ruth stretched cunt. Then he started to pound her pulling almost all the way out before stuffing it all the way home, he grabbed her huge tits pulling on them has he drove home stretching her rock hard nipples, Ruth was holding tight onto the desk riding that big knob pushing her arse back onto that fat meat, her wailing had never stopped but now it was wail of pleasure loving having her cunt so full while her tits suffered more pain. She started to moan and scream with pleasure all the time experiencing small orgasm one after the other building up, “yes yes more, fuck me fuck me hard make me a whore wife fill me with that big cock….god cummmming yesss cummmming again fuck yes more” she was cumming real hard and that was all Robert needed he too started to explode filling the eager bitches belly with another load of his seed, at the same time he was giving her some good healthy slaps across her sweet arse cheeks once more turning them a crimson red, “fucking whore all your fit for is fucking and spanking” he continued to take pleasure in spanking her rosy cheek until he was spent then pulled out his softening prick wiping the sticky residue across Ruth’s naked cheeks while looking at the mess he left behind copious amounts of spunk ran down her thighs leaking from her stretched and gaping cunt hole. “Right up get you married whore get dressed and get out of here I’ve finished with you, I’ve things to do and don’t take all day in the bathroom” he watched her spanked arse disappear into the bathroom, smiling to himself she was going to give him and a lot of others a lot of pleasure. Ruth looked at herself as she got back into her normal wife clothes god what a state she looked hopefully she would get home and cleaned up before Donald noticed. She sat a few moments in her car, sitting was difficult but she enjoyed the contact against the rough car seat, she was really pleased with herself she had kept her job, What had happened was a small price to pay she was sure Robert would be like her and want to keep it quiet, she had achieved a great deal, and Donald would never need to know. Ruth would soon learn it was not over by far when Robert said whore wife he meant it.