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Geordie Ridley let himself into his 'daughters' house at 0700, the same as he did most mornings when Lesley was working an early shift. She used to drop them off but now, with the boys being older, it was easier too come to them. They were at an age where all their entertainment was on-line gaming, and Geordie didn't have internet.....also,, they liked their bed.
He shouted upstairs, but no one replied. He shouted again....same result. Thinking she must have slept in, he climbed the stairs with the intention of knocking on her door. He was just turning onto the landing when he saw the bathroom door open and his 'daughter' exit the steam filled room, with only a towel round her head. She was heading towards him, in the direction of her bedroom, but couldn't see him,,as her vision was obscured by the towel. Geordie gazed at Lesley's body and was shocked at the additions to her appearance. He knew from the boys that 'mummy's got a tattoo". They obviously hadnt seen her totally naked, for a while anyway, as his eyes absorbed the sight of a sleeper, pierced through one nipple....and...shock of shocks...a sleeper pierced though the top of her foofey-annie.
Geordie retreated down the stairs, very relieved she hadn't seen him standing there. Once in the kitchen, he sat down and gathered his thoughts. He couldn't. His brain wouldn't operate as all he saw was the vision of sex etched onto his memory. His 'daughter' was nothing more than a tramp. A hussey! In all his years he had never seen someone more brazen. He was shocked.
"Morning dad. How's you? God I feel so much better. Slept like a baby. Feel like I could take on the world today....lot different to yesterday."
Why....what happened you were so tired yesterday?" Geordie asked knowingly.
"Oh...just had a bad nights sleep."
"What...after your night out with your girlfriend....what's her name...Sylvia?"
"Er um...yes..that's right" she stammered...forgetting who she had used as the excuse.
"You sure you haven't got a man on the go?" He asked with a smile on his face.
"Haha...not me. I'm off men...for good. Except you of course....your my dad, and I love you." She said, giving him a big cuddle.
Geordie, even though he knew he wasn't Lesley's biological father, loved her none the same. Same love as he bore her mother. Sometimes he doubted his sanity.
His ex wife had played him for a mug, all their married life. And now, years later, it seemed Lesley was doing the same. He recalled, on his wedding night, when they were finally alone together, he was about to consummate their new commitment. Mavis was naked, except for stockings and suspenders, and he recalled opening her legs with the intention of eating out her hairy minge. Just as he opened up her love petals, and was about to lick her slit, he noticed the cream. Sperm was easing out of her. She was urging him on....calling his name and begging for pleasure. He only saw a cunt....a cunt, full, of another mans deposit.
Now....hearing Lesley lie to him, like her mother..all those years ago, brought all that pain/pleasure syndrome straight back to his thickening penis. He pulled back a touch, from that hug, so as his wife's daughter didn't feel his erection poking her through her dressing gown. That would have proved embarrassing. His memory shot back to that same night...when Mavis had squealed in delight...when, his tongue, deep in her recently well fucked love hole, ate another mans cum from her newly married pussy. She had orgasmed almost immediately, and had continued to cum on his tongue right up until Geordie had cum in his own pants. He didn't get to fuck her at all, on his wedding night. Or, very many nights for that matter.
"Oh well...I'm glad your rested. Do you want a cuppa."
"God...yes please....I'm gagging."
Geordie knew he shouldn't have sexual thoughts about Lesley, but, he justified, as she technically wasn't his, he could have them.
Mavis and he, had this sort of ....unspoken about sexlife. Nowadays Geordie knew that what he was a was a cuckold. Back then, he just though that what he was, was a freak. He had eaten Mavis out, every time she came home from 'bingo nights', and she came like crazy, every time he ate her 'winnings' from her cock ravaged pussy. Geordie loved it. And then...the day she told him he was going to be a 'father', he had punched the air in pride, cried like a baby, hugged her, then went down to the pub, to drink with whoever the father was.
Of course in those days, if you were having an affair, it was never mentioned. Everybody married young, and divorce was very rare. It was... 'till death us do part'. But, infidelity was still rife. And Mavis Ridley was an eager and very willing participant. That night, in the pub, Geordie reckoned, the real father could have been any one of twelve. Or more. It was only a guess. He knew, the cum he had eaten from her pussy the night they married, had belonged to Ernie Hedley. Also, someone had fucked her arse that night to, but who, he wasn't sure. Possibly Ernie, but knowing she liked variety....probably not!
He had returned home, after midnight, and crashed asleep, drunk, on the sofa.....immediately. Mavis, naturally wasn't in. Probably out 'celebrating", in her own unique way....the only way she knew.
"Ok...I'll put some clothes on...put some toast in too. Please. Thanks dad."
"No problem."
The day Geordie Ridley came home from work, at the shipyards, and found the note, was the saddest day of his life.
"My dearest Geordie.
I'm so, so sorry. I'm leaving you. And Lesley.
We both know, though have never spoken of it....I'm not a good person. I've cheated on you more times than I dare to remember, and am sorry for it. We have had a funny relationship...sexually wise, anyway...and now I'm moving onto something else. My need for sex is growing, daily, and I worry about where it may lead. My life is not a good environment for a young c***d to grow up in, and so I must leave. I'm so sorry George. I really am.
Mavis.
Geordie made a pot of tea and put the toast in. He'd done his best.
"Well done dad...I'm starving." She said, on entering the kitchen and picking up some toast with orange marmalade on. Her favourite.
Geordie had brought Lesley up as best as was possible, under the circumstances anyway. Times were hard and tough in the sixties and seventies, and all was not swinging and dancing as the history books report. Not for Geordie anyway. His ex wife had got all the fun parts...he got all the shit. But...just got on with it. Never complaining. Well...up until now, anyway.
"What time you finish...
"Oh er.....bout six I think....still got that private patient...Robert Brownlee....to see to....is that ok"
Geordie suspected this was just another lie, and wondered if in fact she was a whore or something...."oh ok...I'll take them to the pictures or something"
"Dad, your the best....don't know what I'd do without you"
"......do you ever think of your mum?" He asked, quietly.
"Good god...where did that come from?"
"Oh, I don't know. Just, been thinking of her recently. Wondering where she is now......what happened to her. That's all"
"It's funny....one of the residents was talking about her. Isn't that strange."
"Oh...who?"
"Eeee, I forget. A woman I think" she lied, wishing she hadn't mentioned her conversation at all.
"Oh. She was a,....how can I put it...a woman, of loose morals."
"Eee, that's awful....dad....you shouldn't be saying something like that."
"Just saying...is all. Best you know where you've come from. I'd hate you to turn out like her". The words were out of his mouth and too late to take back. Why had he said that. He'd thought this for a while now....but that was ok. Thinking it. Saying it was inviting a crock full of shit, and he held his breath, waiting for the explosion. It didn't come.
"Haha. Don't worry bout me....I'm a good girl"
Relieved, Geordie calmed his breathing, and said...."I know you are Lesley...I know".
'Then why the fuck have you got a piece of jewelry imbedded in your pussy?' Played in his head. Luckily, this time his thoughts didn't manifest as words.
"Ok...I'm off dad. Have a good day. Let them sleep another couple of hours. Then get the little monsters up....love ya dad" hugged him, then was out the door and away to work.
Geordie never moved from his seat, in the kitchen, for an hour. His thoughts were full of the reincarnation of a previous life...a life which had been suddenly been opened. And he was worried.
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Driving to work, Lesley's dads words, played back, over and over, in her head....'turn out like your mother....." It sounds worse when somebody else says them. Lesley had suspected this for a while now...certainly since she her involvement, with Rob, had escalated to the proportion it had now.
She wondered what had made her dad say such a thing. On hindsight she should have blasted him out for saying such a thing. If she was innocent she probably would have. But...no matter what she could have said it would have sounded like a guilty answer. She thought she handled it 'ok'. But no more. What worried her was why he had said it at at all. Had someone seen her and told him? Had he seen something that had worried him and he was just 'speaking his fears'. A mystery. Certainly she couldn't go back to him and continue the discussion...that again, would show guilt. All she could do was to not give him any reason to doubt her. There lies the problem. How? She needed him to watch the boys while she basically did what he suspected. She'd ask Rob. He'd know.
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Rob had posted the first of his 6 edited videos, late last night, and it had been a phenomenal success. His email box which supported the sex-site, was as full as it had ever been. He was delighted. His plan was to release one a day, for the next week or so, and then, hopefully have some new material. He thought about threesomes with the MW, Lesley and himself....Lesley, a friend, and himself...and even a gangbang. He was sure Lesley would be up for anything he suggested....she had so far. What he needed was continuity....continuity with improvement, would be even better for his coffers. What he needed was, as he had thought and even asked lesley about....a threesome with her, Mcpeevie and himself. She, when asked, had said she would. But....that had been when she was getting a pounding yesterday morning and her response was probably 'orgasm' induced. He also had reservations about being in a close proximity to the man who was blackmailing Lesley, at all. He didn't even contemplate, that his reservations might be because he felt inferior to the huge dicked Scotsman. He'd had threesomes and gabgbangs before...where his cock had rubbed together with another mans cock, when double teaming some slut, and it didn't bother him. It didn't bother him subconsciously, because every time he had done it, his cock had been the more superior of all the cocks on display. Making him 'the cock of the north'. This was different. Should this event take place....and it was a big ask....he would be the 'needle dick'....the 'small cock'.....and that was scary. If Mcpeevie said something about, how his cock was so much bigger and better than Robs....he had shivered in fear. He couldn't handle that. His pride......Rob Brownlee....king cocksman!... Out fucked.....by....worst of all.... A FUCKING .....JOCK!. No.....couldn't be done.
Something would turn up. He was sure.
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"Morning Lesley. You calmed down?"
"Hi Dot. Calmed down?.... Well, depends on you. Dot....what I do, is my business. Not yours....not Sylvia's...not Ernie fucking Hedleys. It's mine.....mine. Ok. Got it? When you've accepted that, then we'll all be good. So basically, what I'm saying, is....it's up to you. If I want to fuck a dog in the street....it my business....my choice. I don't interfere or ask about who your fucking...do I?..... No....I don't. I want to be friends with everybody....but I can't stand this tittle tattle. It's doing my head in."
"Ok...that's me told. I'll not mention him again...promise."
"Ok .....sorted then. We are officially friends again. Haha"
Dot was pleased, but still mystified. She kept her peace
"Ok. Having saying that, he's asking for you. Said to tell you to go to his room when you arrived and then he wasn't to be disturbed."
The implication was there, without the words actually saying them. She thanked her and walked off, wearing a very very crimson red face. That was her put in her place.
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"Come in...come in...ah Lesley, sit down....you ok pet?"
"Yes...I'm fine. Had a really good sleep last night. Caught up from the night before."
"Haha....you mean you were fucked from the night before. Eh?"
"God....phwa...God, did I ever get well fucked!" She giggled.
"Och yeve nae staying power you lassies. I'm renowned for my powers of recovery.....that's what attracted my Mary. One night of me in all her holes, near constantly and she was hooked...I'm quite the amateur pornstar really...." he gloated, without fear of contradiction. "...as you know....having sampled my style, and having too beg for mercy. Hahaha."
"Yes....I can't disagree. Your a hell of a guy.!" She replied convincingly. "But surely you had to have an early night last night...you must have been so tired"
"Last night.....haha. No...I had Sylvia knocking on my door, about 7pm. Climbing the walls....she was. Needed fucked real badly after the day she'd had. Aparantly her son flooded her friends house and they'd all had to move into Sylvia's hoose. Chuffed tae bits aboot that....I can tell ya. So I eased some stress out of her, and fucked the stuck up cow, real good for three hours. She was grateful. As so she should. Haha. Mind....what a pair of tits she has...eh Lesley. They're fucking awesome. I want ya tae get a tit job....and model ya self on wee Sylvia. Haha."
"Oh...so she came knocking...did she. Is she after pinching by lover is she?" Lesley retorted, feigning anger.
"Oh don't you fret yaself gurl...there's enough in this powder tank to keep all of you lassies well fucked. Haha. Don't you worry about that! And your still my number one slut...in England..don't you worry about that. Sylvia's just a place to dump my load in...that's all. I don't even think she's that good a shag actually.....but she's got nice tits though....and that's her redeeming feature." he lied through his teeth. Sylvia was the best shag he'd had in years and given half a chance would be shagging her for many years to come. But he knew when she wised up to him, he would be history. The ruse he pulled couldn't be maintained indefinitely. Still....enjoy it while it's there.
"Humph...not convinced. I don't like you going with her....what do I have to do, to get you to dump her."
"Well you could start by locking the door....then getting naked. How's that sound."
"Ooh Al. Are you going to have your wicked way with me?"
"Probably....but first your going to perform a task I asked you to do. Can you guess?"
"Oh...I can. You want me to shave your cock. Don't you?"
"Och aye...I do.....we'll do it in my private bathroom. Have you done this before?"
"Oh...just on myself."
"Och...it must be the same....just you be careful with the razor....a lot of women need this cock!"
"I will don't worry.....I need a pee first"
"Oh that's interesting...well hold it...I've always wanted to see a gurl pish......even Mary doll, refuses to dae that. But you won't Lesley.....will ya?"
Lesley remembered Robs words of warning, about this...'it'll only be a matter of time before they're both pissing on you'....he'd prophesied.
"Wwwhat do you want me to so....it sounds.....naughty." She steeled herself to say.
"Och...it's nothing really...I'd just like to see a girl open her bladder and piss through her knickers. Just a wee fetish of mine"
"Mmmm ok...I can do that. If it's what you want..., mind I haven't got any spare knickers with me.....I'd have to go without pants all day...."
"Haha....don't let old Ernie know that...."
"God know.....ok, doors locked"
"Get ya uniform and bra off, n leave everything else on."
Lesley unzipped the dress uniform and let it fall to the floor.
"How's that...sexy man. Not as nice as Sylvia....but not bad eh?"
"Fuck Sylvia....she's just a walking cunt....your twice the woman of her.....A fuck with a woman you love, .....is worth 10 of a woman you don't..haha...right , intae the shower....I'll go first....I need tae see the pish, running doon ya leg."
"Eeee your awfully naughty....this is....exciting" she said through gritted teeth and a queasy tummy.
"It's...an adventure. Can't think why oor Mary wouldn't do it. She'd do out, tae please me...except this. Strange! ". He stripped off all of his clothes...right down to how God made him. 'That God can be awfully cruel, sometimes.' Lesley thought. ....to make some one so fat....then give them them a huge cock. Must be his way of balancing things out....she giggled inwardly.
His cock was rising at the thought of what was to come. Lesley could see it twitching, as it filled with blood...thinking that she could see it rising, but she bet Mcpeevie hadn't seen it doing that for years. She scolded herself for being so cruel.....but smiled all the same.
"Come on then girl.....we'll not be disturbed. I've made sure of that."
Mcpeevie was pleased she was wearing light blue knickers, because dark colours wouldn't show the pee spreading in the material. When Mary did this for him she wore grey knickers....they were the best. He made a mental note not to tell Lesley that. For obvious reasons.
The shower was a walk-in one, just like he had used when he had fucked Sylvia the first time. It was perfect for sex and this would be his first time in this shower.
He went in first and she looked at his back view as he walked forward towards the control point. He was massive. Even his rolls of fat had rolls of fat on them. Yuk....she thought.
The water sprang into action and Mcpeevie was soon completely wet. When Lesley stepped in to the cubicle, she found that there was no spray at all getting passed him to her. Then wondered why she should be so surprised. When he turned around to face her, she couldn't help but notice she had never seen his cock so hard, and rigid.
"Aye....take a good luck, Lesley. It's some b**st when it wants tae be. And the thought of you working on it....has made it very angry....haha......now.....let me see ya piss ya knickers, ya wee slut....tek ya time....let it out...gradually, like"
She stood there looking at him, as he looked at her crotch....waiting...waiting for the ultimate humiliation he had made her suffer so far. He wasn't particularly into this sort of thing, it was only a part of his role as her 'master'. A term he had yet to initialise with her as yet.
It started as amdribble, but was soon running freely down both legs. She noticed how warm it was, even though it was very warm from the steam in the shower. He stepped forward and pushed a hand into her knickers and felt the urine running from her urethra. He inserted two fingers into her vagina and finger fucked her as she urinated. Lesley, involuntarily came. It wasn't a huge one...but it still was one. She had never come in so short a space of time, and wondered why that would be. "Lesley...ya fucking loving that....." Said the fat man, as he looked at the expression on her face as he continued with his finger work. "You didn't know your own limits...gurl...did ya....your depraved....just like most of me gurls.....'get down and get durrty,' that's the fucking ticket. Look..."
When Lesley looked down to wear his finger pointed, she saw the big wet stain, that was her knickers. His hand was still there...squelching round in her own excretions.
Her thoughts made her worry
What if?
What if...when Mcpeevie was gone.
What if...she needed him....
She knew....
She knew she needed, sex...so much....and he was giving her....sex, never tried or even thought about.
She just...may not...be able...to ...give him up.
Now that was a worry.
He shouted upstairs, but no one replied. He shouted again....same result. Thinking she must have slept in, he climbed the stairs with the intention of knocking on her door. He was just turning onto the landing when he saw the bathroom door open and his 'daughter' exit the steam filled room, with only a towel round her head. She was heading towards him, in the direction of her bedroom, but couldn't see him,,as her vision was obscured by the towel. Geordie gazed at Lesley's body and was shocked at the additions to her appearance. He knew from the boys that 'mummy's got a tattoo". They obviously hadnt seen her totally naked, for a while anyway, as his eyes absorbed the sight of a sleeper, pierced through one nipple....and...shock of shocks...a sleeper pierced though the top of her foofey-annie.
Geordie retreated down the stairs, very relieved she hadn't seen him standing there. Once in the kitchen, he sat down and gathered his thoughts. He couldn't. His brain wouldn't operate as all he saw was the vision of sex etched onto his memory. His 'daughter' was nothing more than a tramp. A hussey! In all his years he had never seen someone more brazen. He was shocked.
"Morning dad. How's you? God I feel so much better. Slept like a baby. Feel like I could take on the world today....lot different to yesterday."
Why....what happened you were so tired yesterday?" Geordie asked knowingly.
"Oh...just had a bad nights sleep."
"What...after your night out with your girlfriend....what's her name...Sylvia?"
"Er um...yes..that's right" she stammered...forgetting who she had used as the excuse.
"You sure you haven't got a man on the go?" He asked with a smile on his face.
"Haha...not me. I'm off men...for good. Except you of course....your my dad, and I love you." She said, giving him a big cuddle.
Geordie, even though he knew he wasn't Lesley's biological father, loved her none the same. Same love as he bore her mother. Sometimes he doubted his sanity.
His ex wife had played him for a mug, all their married life. And now, years later, it seemed Lesley was doing the same. He recalled, on his wedding night, when they were finally alone together, he was about to consummate their new commitment. Mavis was naked, except for stockings and suspenders, and he recalled opening her legs with the intention of eating out her hairy minge. Just as he opened up her love petals, and was about to lick her slit, he noticed the cream. Sperm was easing out of her. She was urging him on....calling his name and begging for pleasure. He only saw a cunt....a cunt, full, of another mans deposit.
Now....hearing Lesley lie to him, like her mother..all those years ago, brought all that pain/pleasure syndrome straight back to his thickening penis. He pulled back a touch, from that hug, so as his wife's daughter didn't feel his erection poking her through her dressing gown. That would have proved embarrassing. His memory shot back to that same night...when Mavis had squealed in delight...when, his tongue, deep in her recently well fucked love hole, ate another mans cum from her newly married pussy. She had orgasmed almost immediately, and had continued to cum on his tongue right up until Geordie had cum in his own pants. He didn't get to fuck her at all, on his wedding night. Or, very many nights for that matter.
"Oh well...I'm glad your rested. Do you want a cuppa."
"God...yes please....I'm gagging."
Geordie knew he shouldn't have sexual thoughts about Lesley, but, he justified, as she technically wasn't his, he could have them.
Mavis and he, had this sort of ....unspoken about sexlife. Nowadays Geordie knew that what he was a was a cuckold. Back then, he just though that what he was, was a freak. He had eaten Mavis out, every time she came home from 'bingo nights', and she came like crazy, every time he ate her 'winnings' from her cock ravaged pussy. Geordie loved it. And then...the day she told him he was going to be a 'father', he had punched the air in pride, cried like a baby, hugged her, then went down to the pub, to drink with whoever the father was.
Of course in those days, if you were having an affair, it was never mentioned. Everybody married young, and divorce was very rare. It was... 'till death us do part'. But, infidelity was still rife. And Mavis Ridley was an eager and very willing participant. That night, in the pub, Geordie reckoned, the real father could have been any one of twelve. Or more. It was only a guess. He knew, the cum he had eaten from her pussy the night they married, had belonged to Ernie Hedley. Also, someone had fucked her arse that night to, but who, he wasn't sure. Possibly Ernie, but knowing she liked variety....probably not!
He had returned home, after midnight, and crashed asleep, drunk, on the sofa.....immediately. Mavis, naturally wasn't in. Probably out 'celebrating", in her own unique way....the only way she knew.
"Ok...I'll put some clothes on...put some toast in too. Please. Thanks dad."
"No problem."
The day Geordie Ridley came home from work, at the shipyards, and found the note, was the saddest day of his life.
"My dearest Geordie.
I'm so, so sorry. I'm leaving you. And Lesley.
We both know, though have never spoken of it....I'm not a good person. I've cheated on you more times than I dare to remember, and am sorry for it. We have had a funny relationship...sexually wise, anyway...and now I'm moving onto something else. My need for sex is growing, daily, and I worry about where it may lead. My life is not a good environment for a young c***d to grow up in, and so I must leave. I'm so sorry George. I really am.
Mavis.
Geordie made a pot of tea and put the toast in. He'd done his best.
"Well done dad...I'm starving." She said, on entering the kitchen and picking up some toast with orange marmalade on. Her favourite.
Geordie had brought Lesley up as best as was possible, under the circumstances anyway. Times were hard and tough in the sixties and seventies, and all was not swinging and dancing as the history books report. Not for Geordie anyway. His ex wife had got all the fun parts...he got all the shit. But...just got on with it. Never complaining. Well...up until now, anyway.
"What time you finish...
"Oh er.....bout six I think....still got that private patient...Robert Brownlee....to see to....is that ok"
Geordie suspected this was just another lie, and wondered if in fact she was a whore or something...."oh ok...I'll take them to the pictures or something"
"Dad, your the best....don't know what I'd do without you"
"......do you ever think of your mum?" He asked, quietly.
"Good god...where did that come from?"
"Oh, I don't know. Just, been thinking of her recently. Wondering where she is now......what happened to her. That's all"
"It's funny....one of the residents was talking about her. Isn't that strange."
"Oh...who?"
"Eeee, I forget. A woman I think" she lied, wishing she hadn't mentioned her conversation at all.
"Oh. She was a,....how can I put it...a woman, of loose morals."
"Eee, that's awful....dad....you shouldn't be saying something like that."
"Just saying...is all. Best you know where you've come from. I'd hate you to turn out like her". The words were out of his mouth and too late to take back. Why had he said that. He'd thought this for a while now....but that was ok. Thinking it. Saying it was inviting a crock full of shit, and he held his breath, waiting for the explosion. It didn't come.
"Haha. Don't worry bout me....I'm a good girl"
Relieved, Geordie calmed his breathing, and said...."I know you are Lesley...I know".
'Then why the fuck have you got a piece of jewelry imbedded in your pussy?' Played in his head. Luckily, this time his thoughts didn't manifest as words.
"Ok...I'm off dad. Have a good day. Let them sleep another couple of hours. Then get the little monsters up....love ya dad" hugged him, then was out the door and away to work.
Geordie never moved from his seat, in the kitchen, for an hour. His thoughts were full of the reincarnation of a previous life...a life which had been suddenly been opened. And he was worried.
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Driving to work, Lesley's dads words, played back, over and over, in her head....'turn out like your mother....." It sounds worse when somebody else says them. Lesley had suspected this for a while now...certainly since she her involvement, with Rob, had escalated to the proportion it had now.
She wondered what had made her dad say such a thing. On hindsight she should have blasted him out for saying such a thing. If she was innocent she probably would have. But...no matter what she could have said it would have sounded like a guilty answer. She thought she handled it 'ok'. But no more. What worried her was why he had said it at at all. Had someone seen her and told him? Had he seen something that had worried him and he was just 'speaking his fears'. A mystery. Certainly she couldn't go back to him and continue the discussion...that again, would show guilt. All she could do was to not give him any reason to doubt her. There lies the problem. How? She needed him to watch the boys while she basically did what he suspected. She'd ask Rob. He'd know.
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Rob had posted the first of his 6 edited videos, late last night, and it had been a phenomenal success. His email box which supported the sex-site, was as full as it had ever been. He was delighted. His plan was to release one a day, for the next week or so, and then, hopefully have some new material. He thought about threesomes with the MW, Lesley and himself....Lesley, a friend, and himself...and even a gangbang. He was sure Lesley would be up for anything he suggested....she had so far. What he needed was continuity....continuity with improvement, would be even better for his coffers. What he needed was, as he had thought and even asked lesley about....a threesome with her, Mcpeevie and himself. She, when asked, had said she would. But....that had been when she was getting a pounding yesterday morning and her response was probably 'orgasm' induced. He also had reservations about being in a close proximity to the man who was blackmailing Lesley, at all. He didn't even contemplate, that his reservations might be because he felt inferior to the huge dicked Scotsman. He'd had threesomes and gabgbangs before...where his cock had rubbed together with another mans cock, when double teaming some slut, and it didn't bother him. It didn't bother him subconsciously, because every time he had done it, his cock had been the more superior of all the cocks on display. Making him 'the cock of the north'. This was different. Should this event take place....and it was a big ask....he would be the 'needle dick'....the 'small cock'.....and that was scary. If Mcpeevie said something about, how his cock was so much bigger and better than Robs....he had shivered in fear. He couldn't handle that. His pride......Rob Brownlee....king cocksman!... Out fucked.....by....worst of all.... A FUCKING .....JOCK!. No.....couldn't be done.
Something would turn up. He was sure.
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"Morning Lesley. You calmed down?"
"Hi Dot. Calmed down?.... Well, depends on you. Dot....what I do, is my business. Not yours....not Sylvia's...not Ernie fucking Hedleys. It's mine.....mine. Ok. Got it? When you've accepted that, then we'll all be good. So basically, what I'm saying, is....it's up to you. If I want to fuck a dog in the street....it my business....my choice. I don't interfere or ask about who your fucking...do I?..... No....I don't. I want to be friends with everybody....but I can't stand this tittle tattle. It's doing my head in."
"Ok...that's me told. I'll not mention him again...promise."
"Ok .....sorted then. We are officially friends again. Haha"
Dot was pleased, but still mystified. She kept her peace
"Ok. Having saying that, he's asking for you. Said to tell you to go to his room when you arrived and then he wasn't to be disturbed."
The implication was there, without the words actually saying them. She thanked her and walked off, wearing a very very crimson red face. That was her put in her place.
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"Come in...come in...ah Lesley, sit down....you ok pet?"
"Yes...I'm fine. Had a really good sleep last night. Caught up from the night before."
"Haha....you mean you were fucked from the night before. Eh?"
"God....phwa...God, did I ever get well fucked!" She giggled.
"Och yeve nae staying power you lassies. I'm renowned for my powers of recovery.....that's what attracted my Mary. One night of me in all her holes, near constantly and she was hooked...I'm quite the amateur pornstar really...." he gloated, without fear of contradiction. "...as you know....having sampled my style, and having too beg for mercy. Hahaha."
"Yes....I can't disagree. Your a hell of a guy.!" She replied convincingly. "But surely you had to have an early night last night...you must have been so tired"
"Last night.....haha. No...I had Sylvia knocking on my door, about 7pm. Climbing the walls....she was. Needed fucked real badly after the day she'd had. Aparantly her son flooded her friends house and they'd all had to move into Sylvia's hoose. Chuffed tae bits aboot that....I can tell ya. So I eased some stress out of her, and fucked the stuck up cow, real good for three hours. She was grateful. As so she should. Haha. Mind....what a pair of tits she has...eh Lesley. They're fucking awesome. I want ya tae get a tit job....and model ya self on wee Sylvia. Haha."
"Oh...so she came knocking...did she. Is she after pinching by lover is she?" Lesley retorted, feigning anger.
"Oh don't you fret yaself gurl...there's enough in this powder tank to keep all of you lassies well fucked. Haha. Don't you worry about that! And your still my number one slut...in England..don't you worry about that. Sylvia's just a place to dump my load in...that's all. I don't even think she's that good a shag actually.....but she's got nice tits though....and that's her redeeming feature." he lied through his teeth. Sylvia was the best shag he'd had in years and given half a chance would be shagging her for many years to come. But he knew when she wised up to him, he would be history. The ruse he pulled couldn't be maintained indefinitely. Still....enjoy it while it's there.
"Humph...not convinced. I don't like you going with her....what do I have to do, to get you to dump her."
"Well you could start by locking the door....then getting naked. How's that sound."
"Ooh Al. Are you going to have your wicked way with me?"
"Probably....but first your going to perform a task I asked you to do. Can you guess?"
"Oh...I can. You want me to shave your cock. Don't you?"
"Och aye...I do.....we'll do it in my private bathroom. Have you done this before?"
"Oh...just on myself."
"Och...it must be the same....just you be careful with the razor....a lot of women need this cock!"
"I will don't worry.....I need a pee first"
"Oh that's interesting...well hold it...I've always wanted to see a gurl pish......even Mary doll, refuses to dae that. But you won't Lesley.....will ya?"
Lesley remembered Robs words of warning, about this...'it'll only be a matter of time before they're both pissing on you'....he'd prophesied.
"Wwwhat do you want me to so....it sounds.....naughty." She steeled herself to say.
"Och...it's nothing really...I'd just like to see a girl open her bladder and piss through her knickers. Just a wee fetish of mine"
"Mmmm ok...I can do that. If it's what you want..., mind I haven't got any spare knickers with me.....I'd have to go without pants all day...."
"Haha....don't let old Ernie know that...."
"God know.....ok, doors locked"
"Get ya uniform and bra off, n leave everything else on."
Lesley unzipped the dress uniform and let it fall to the floor.
"How's that...sexy man. Not as nice as Sylvia....but not bad eh?"
"Fuck Sylvia....she's just a walking cunt....your twice the woman of her.....A fuck with a woman you love, .....is worth 10 of a woman you don't..haha...right , intae the shower....I'll go first....I need tae see the pish, running doon ya leg."
"Eeee your awfully naughty....this is....exciting" she said through gritted teeth and a queasy tummy.
"It's...an adventure. Can't think why oor Mary wouldn't do it. She'd do out, tae please me...except this. Strange! ". He stripped off all of his clothes...right down to how God made him. 'That God can be awfully cruel, sometimes.' Lesley thought. ....to make some one so fat....then give them them a huge cock. Must be his way of balancing things out....she giggled inwardly.
His cock was rising at the thought of what was to come. Lesley could see it twitching, as it filled with blood...thinking that she could see it rising, but she bet Mcpeevie hadn't seen it doing that for years. She scolded herself for being so cruel.....but smiled all the same.
"Come on then girl.....we'll not be disturbed. I've made sure of that."
Mcpeevie was pleased she was wearing light blue knickers, because dark colours wouldn't show the pee spreading in the material. When Mary did this for him she wore grey knickers....they were the best. He made a mental note not to tell Lesley that. For obvious reasons.
The shower was a walk-in one, just like he had used when he had fucked Sylvia the first time. It was perfect for sex and this would be his first time in this shower.
He went in first and she looked at his back view as he walked forward towards the control point. He was massive. Even his rolls of fat had rolls of fat on them. Yuk....she thought.
The water sprang into action and Mcpeevie was soon completely wet. When Lesley stepped in to the cubicle, she found that there was no spray at all getting passed him to her. Then wondered why she should be so surprised. When he turned around to face her, she couldn't help but notice she had never seen his cock so hard, and rigid.
"Aye....take a good luck, Lesley. It's some b**st when it wants tae be. And the thought of you working on it....has made it very angry....haha......now.....let me see ya piss ya knickers, ya wee slut....tek ya time....let it out...gradually, like"
She stood there looking at him, as he looked at her crotch....waiting...waiting for the ultimate humiliation he had made her suffer so far. He wasn't particularly into this sort of thing, it was only a part of his role as her 'master'. A term he had yet to initialise with her as yet.
It started as amdribble, but was soon running freely down both legs. She noticed how warm it was, even though it was very warm from the steam in the shower. He stepped forward and pushed a hand into her knickers and felt the urine running from her urethra. He inserted two fingers into her vagina and finger fucked her as she urinated. Lesley, involuntarily came. It wasn't a huge one...but it still was one. She had never come in so short a space of time, and wondered why that would be. "Lesley...ya fucking loving that....." Said the fat man, as he looked at the expression on her face as he continued with his finger work. "You didn't know your own limits...gurl...did ya....your depraved....just like most of me gurls.....'get down and get durrty,' that's the fucking ticket. Look..."
When Lesley looked down to wear his finger pointed, she saw the big wet stain, that was her knickers. His hand was still there...squelching round in her own excretions.
Her thoughts made her worry
What if?
What if...when Mcpeevie was gone.
What if...she needed him....
She knew....
She knew she needed, sex...so much....and he was giving her....sex, never tried or even thought about.
She just...may not...be able...to ...give him up.
Now that was a worry.
Alma
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