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McPeevie was having a cup of tea and a packet of biscuits in the staff canteen, when he saw Syria the staff nurse, strutting in and making herself a brew. He watched her talking to one of the male support workers and got the impression that she was a real flirt. She always wore her uniform with plenty tit on display and he wondered what she would look like in the same gear that his Lesley wore today. He immediately scolded himself for thinking of Lesley in such a way....my Lesley....McPeevie...ya getting soft, he thought. 'Lesley the fucking slut'...that's what the wee cunt is. He knew he'd been outdone today and he didn't want him thinking he was going soft. He watched Sylvia having a laugh with the man and noticed she was very tactile...all touchy feely. He made a mental note to get hold of some staff reports and see what could be altered to get her in a 'spot of bother'. He smiled to himself as he drank his tea and ate the last biscuit from the packet, 'aye, life's, gid after all'.
He was still a little annoyed about Lesley getting one over on him and he decided to make her pay. She was going to come to his office later and give him a blowjob....she had reminded him before she left...., and he'd told her he'd send for her. He realised that, by reminding him, she was taking an active part in the way that this was all panning out. Me digested this, and decided that ok, it was good to have a woman who was enjoying and looking forward to having sex with him, that's not how it worked. Al and Mary McPeevie, were sadists.... and proud of that fact. If it got out that Big Al McPeevie was going soft over some plain ugly slut....and English...ooooh what trouble he'd be in. Mary! She'd cut his balls off. He made his mind up he had to put her in his place. Today..... He watched Sylvia at the sink washing her cup and called her over.
"Sylvia...wid ya mind washing me cup pet. I'd be ever so grateful. And....by the way....ya staff appraisal is due. I was checking ya records wee the inspectors today and I need to go over a few things."
"Oh ok Alan. Sent me an email and I'll be there."
"Right, ok. That'll be gid....I'll look forward tae having yee"
"Ok bye" she picked up his cup and took it too the sink. She shivered with distaste at the horrible man, thinking I'll bet he's a pig to everyone. No wonder he gets called Mcpervert. She washed his cup, unaware that McPeevie was licking his lips profusely imagining getting his tongue into Sylvia's wet folds. By fuck Mary would enjoy taking that cunt down a peg or two. She left the room and he turned his attention back to getting Lesley put back in her place. He had the ideal plan.
Ooooo
It's funny how important things and ideas just pop into peoples head, and Lesley, while not the brightest card in the pack, ossasionally was blessed with one herself. It happened when she was reading a get well card in a female patients room, at 5.00 pm. At the bottom of the card it said in neat hand writing.......hugs and kisses, David.
"Rob...I've thought of something else..I've just read a card and I suddenly remembered. 'Kisses' it might help. When Mary was watching me via face time.she told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't aloud to 'kiss' Alan I could do anything else to him.....and he could do anything to me, but she was very adamant that we were not aloud to kiss. Not that I'd want that pig kissing me, but...I dunno, might be able to use that. What dya think"
"Mmm yes. It's something. Keep thinking. Make sure you keep him pleased. Don't show weakness. What ever he makes you do, make him think you love it...in fact....now you've told him we are finished, we need to maybe make him think your starting to develop feelings for him. Yes....the 'kissing' thing just might be useable. Good...now remember....enjoy it!" And he hung up.
Sylvia cringed....'have feelings for him'....double yuk!
Ooooo
Big Al had it all set up. He called for Sylvia and told her that the inspectors had suggested that a senior member of staff should sit with a junior member of staff and have an informal chat with one of the residents and talk to them about their life in their probably, last home, and if their was any room for improvement from the residents point of view. He told her that it might be a good idea to start this new practice with a problem person....someone who might benefit from such a talk. He told Sylvia he would conduct the first one along with a support worker and would she chose the first one. He knew who she would put forward, as the man in his head was hated by all the staff and they all would love to get him off the list of their potential interviewees.
"Ok i see, let me think. Ok Mr Ernest Hedley, I think would best be interviewed by a man. He's probably the most difficult person we have on our books. If you could trial this on him I think that would be of great help in the future of this new standard. We can have a group meeting and set goals and objectives based on your result"
'Yea right' McPeevie thought but said nothing.
"Do you want me to set it up in the 'quiet' room that would be a nice setting for it"
"Aye gid thinking" it's got an internal lock in the door. He thought to himself. "Seen o'clock. After tea....and get that Lesley...her and me will get the ball rolling. Aye that gid, well done Sylvia."..
Sylvia, left the office and breathed a sigh of relief. He took Ernie....fuck that's a result. The girls will be pleased...oh....not poor Lesley though. She decided to not tell her just yet.
Ooooo
Lesley was thinking about knocking on McPeevies office door and suggesting she might deliver what she wanted to do for him. She wasn't sure how much she should be 'willing' to do his bidding. She knew she had to be nice, to him, but unsure how to do it.
She was still playing it over in her head when Sylvia saw her and said...'hi k**...bad news...Mcperverts got some new scheme going and you, him and old fuck face Ernie Hedley are the guinea pigs....sorry babe....'Quiet room' in ten...sorry babe.
"Www what's it about?"
"Oh just something the inspectors cooked up, bout giving the residents more say...it'll not last, but....gotta be done. He's requested you...good luck"
Lesley was panic stricken and suddenly struck dumb. The urge to pee hit her and she rushed off to the loo. As she sat on the pan she Robs words resonated in her brain....'keep him happy and make on as if you enjoy it.' ....easy for him to say, she thought. She wiped her pussy, dry, through her open crotch, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was fine and she touched her lippy up...checked her gelled hair, and thought....lets do it!
The quiet room door was slightly ajar as Lesley walked up to it. She heard voices from within, and recognised both sets as the two people she hated most in the world. She took a deep breath, knocked , and entered.
"Arr, Lesley. Glad ye cud mek it. Shut the door and slide the do not disturb sign along. That's a gid gurrrl."
She did as was bid and sat down in a big comfy chair designed for the residents to have a sleep in when they needed rest. Ernie was in a wheel chair and McPeevie was sitting behind a desk not normally in there.
"Ok people..I'll explain what this is aboot. Mr Hedley....Ernie, if I may..."
"Spose so"
"Gid...now Ernie...Lesley...this is a trial to see if we can make this a more enjoyable and comfortable place for our residents, staying here, in the twilight years of their lives. It's purpose for...you, Ernie...and others is to have more of an input, if you have any gid ideas, that would benefit you and others. This is all confidential and we must keep this private until we can decide if any of the ideas will be beneficial. Now, this is just a discussion and nobody is taking notes...we three are...guinea pigs...if you like. Haha. Now...any questions so far?"
"No...none fem me" Lesley said confidently.
"So...out I say, is er..off the record. No comebacks....I can have my say.... and you two will listen?" Ernie said with suspicion.
"That's it. Ernie...that's the plan....if this works well, we want to have everybody have their say, and this will only be the start. Obviously I'll be leaving soon but Lesley will be your designated nurse and frae now on she will be your 'person to go tae" so to speak. The first meeting will be like this and from then on it will be a yin to yin...see what i mean. Ok Ernie.?"
"So it'll be me and her from this day...is that the score..me and her in this room together...and she listens to me.?"
"Yes.. And if your ideas are good, for your happiness, I'll tell her she has to do it..how's that sound?"
Ernie suddenly developed a new lease of life. "Sounds fucki....flipping marvellous"
"Lesley? How does that sound to you GURRL?"
Her heart sank. A few hours ago she could see this nightmare maybe starting to lift...now, she was seeing it only getting worse. "I I I ttthink its fine"
"Good...right....we are here for anoyher 45 minutes...so Ernie, what are your immediate thoughts,,,as to our...new arrangements....
"Well er....I can say what I like?..."
"Aye...out you like...its your meeting...fill ya boots"
"Well...saying as I'm the first...I'm gonna test the water... as they say...heehee. You...Mr north of the border man...took something from me...something that belonged to me. Something precious...I want them back."
"Oh...wat was that then Ernie?"
"That sluts knickers..."
"Oh aye I remember." Perfect thought Big Al...straight to the chase.
"Yes...she gave me them, and you took them off me. I want them back! They were fucking stinking of pussy, I want em back"
Lesley sank further and further into her chair, not daring to speak.
"I'm sorry Ernie...they were chucked oot. I didna ken they were so precious to you. Sorry again...what can I do to mek amends"
"Mmmm I'm gonna like these meetings heeheehee. Well, this bitch could give me the ones she's wearing, how's that? Eh."
"Seems a reasonable request...what do you think Lesley?.... Just remember the things on my phone, before you answer..." He added in a low voice so Ernie might not hear.
"Oh er um...I I I ...don't know...I I suppose so"
"Hee hee. Here....jock..get her to get all her kit off...she's not half bad for an ugly cunt...ya should see the tats on the twat...and the wedges....fucking right little cocksucker...you should do the bitch. Hee heeheehee. She's got that boyfriend with the big cock...is he still shafting her?"
"I'm not sure....Lesley, have you still got a boyfreend..Ernie's askin...ansa..the man"
"Nnnno. We finished yesterday"
"FUCKING HELL...Mr Jocky...she'll be fucking gagging. Heeheehee. Getting all that cock...then nowt...heehee. Come on then ya ugly cunt...shows ya knickers heehee" Ernie would happily die tomorrow if today continued like this a bit longer....Christmas Day sent by the Devil himself.
"Lesley...do as the man asks..it is his meeting"
Lesley knew that this was payback for earlier in the day, but she was determined not to lose too much face. Her heart was racing but her brain had a plan...she knew what she would do.
She stood up, turned the big armchair round, so it was half facing the desk and McPeevie, then turned Ernie's wheelchair round so it completed the triangle. She looked at both of them and took a deep breath. She took the three steps back to her chair and sat back down. McPeevie leaned forward so he was resting his elbows on the table, concentration etched on his face. Ernie was smiling from ear to ear, and was dribbling saliva down his open necked polo shirt.
"Jock...ya in for some treat here..heehee. She's the dirtiest cunt on two legs...heehee in fact she prefers to have them legs in the air..hoo hoo"
Lesley sat back down, and leaning back, slowly raised the front of her uniform up her thighs, and as the uniform went up...her legs parted according. She hooked her legs on either side of the big armchair and let the two sets of eyes settle on their target.
"FUCK ME......WELL I FUCKING NEVER.......I'm fucking speechless....jock...is my eyes ok....jock?"
"Yes Ernie. Your no seeing things. She's wearing knickers we no front in them"
"Crotchless fucking knickers...hee heeheehee. Told ya...I fucking told ya...didn't I...heehee. What a tramp. She's after some cock...jock....who the fuck gos to work in a shit hole like this....dressed in crotchless knickers if they're not wanting the cock. Heeheehee. You should ploat the cunt...well I'll be....crotchless fucking knickers. Ooooh....get the fucking rest off....come on..."
Lesley didn't wait for instruction, stood up, then went into a similar routine as the one she had earlier used today, ending up with her hands by her side and her legs slightly open.
Ernie's condition, bad as it was, did not include a dicky heart. If it had, he would have just had a massive attack and died. For nearly twenty seconds, he gazed at the best thing he'd layed his eyes on in 50 years. He slowed his breathing right down and in a calm voice said....
"Lesley....let me tell you this...the last person, I saw...dressed totally in black underwear....mind there was no peepholes in them days...the last person I saw dressed like you...was.....ya mother. I....fuck, I remember now...it was the morning she was marrying ya dad....I'd spent the night in her bed....by fuck did she want some cock that night...she'd had a bath and tried to get all me muck out of her. I was still in bed...must have been 1100. I watched her put the gear on, and....fuck me, I was fucking hard again. I had to get her to giz a blowjob. Fuck...did your mother suck cock well...bet your the same...here jock....if she's like her mother she'll be fucking ace. I watched her put her white dress on....what a fucking joke that was....virginal white....she'd been banged more times than the front door. So anyway.....off she goes to the church....I remember it well, coz Newcastle had just won the cup....fucking last time that happened...useless cunts...and every fucker was in a good mood..anyway, she...her slut mother,,,says all these vows about...love... honour...obey....pile of shight. Two hours later the best man had fucked her up the arse and her black knickers were in his pocket. He showed me them...n they were the same ones...i should know...I'd fingered her cunt in them when she was sucking me cock.
I Lesley. 50 years ago...that's the last time I saw a woman in all black with seamed stockings...." Ernie's mind seemed to fade off into the distance as he recalled moments from a bye gone era.
McPeevie was looking at Lesley's shocked face as she listened to the old mans reminisces. He needed to keep the momentum going so he moved his chair and the noise brought Ernie back to the present.
"Well jock...what dya think of ya little support worker now eh? Did ya think she was dressed like that under her uniform. Cunt on view and tits poking through her bra...eh. I'm surprised we cant smell her cunt..eh? Heeheehee.....so...what dya think of the metal...and the tats...she looks like a hooker...dresses like a hooker...come on jock...ya must have tapped this fuckers arse by now...look....she's fucking dripping. And them nipples...fuck me they're like navvies thumbs...hahaha. Why don't ya get the cunt to blow ya....fuck me...if I could get it up.... Haha if I could get it up I could mark her and her mother out of ten". Lesley thought he'd piss himself he was laughing so much. Nothing he said upset her anymore. She'd heard all the insults. The thing she didn't like was that it would please McPeevie. He was so obviously enjoying himself. Bastard. She guessed what was to come.
"Hey...jock...why don't ya get ya dick out and I'll watch her blow ya. She's gotta do as she's told...your the boss..heehee. Come on Les. Get on ya knees and gobble the big bad boss. Heehee. Do it over here so I can have a feel...jock? Sound good eh?"
McPeevie walked around the desk at the same time as Lesley stood in front of Ernie. She bent at the waist putting her hands on her thighs for balance. McPeevie shuffled his fat arse on to the desk, which groaned under his weight, and undid his trousers. Lesley felt a scrawny boney finger scratching the right cheek df her bottom. Big Als trousers hit the floor and he pulled his shirt up so she could get at the waist band of his boxer shorts. She wasn't surprised their were no panties today...Ernie would have crucified him. She then, felt a slobbery kiss being planted on her bottom at the same time a hand was creeping round her leg towards her pussy. Nothing wrong with his memory either. Ten more minutes she thought....ten more minutes.
When Lesley lowered his boxer shorts, Ernie's hand stopped moving. It was only about an inch from her dripping flaps, when Ernie saw the size of big Als cock.
"Fuck me....heehee. Lesley...have you got 'cock radar'.....Attention..Atention....if you've got a horses cock....see Lesley...phone no xxxxxxxxx heehee. You must have a cunt like a fucking bucket......hehehehe. Don't think ya mother could even Hoover that bastard. Heehee..Gotta see this happen....back up a bit as well...can't reach ya clit!"
Not wanting to give in when she was this close,, she pushed her arse back, dipped her back and opened and stretched her jaw in readiness of the impending sex act. A finger was now running up the length of her wet slit, and then, when she felt a long finger nail on her clit she nearly had the most unwelcome orgasm of her life. It just never occurred to Lesley,,that the old coffin dodger might make her cum....it just wasn't part of the script.
Big Al, took her by the hair, and jammed her head, hard down over his cock. He held her head down for twenty seconds then released her. She nearly choked to death...more from, the not having enough oxygen in her lungs, than the size of the thing blocking anything else getting in. She might have got that wrong.
Lesley felt that finger nail on her clit and despaired. She was trying to concentrate on making him shoot his load but was still very aware of the sensation coming from her senseive bud. She could here McPeevie growling insults above her, as she tried to ignore the sensations building up in her groin. He had her by the hair now and was forcing her head and neck...up and down....hold....up and down....hold.... Each time she was down he held her a second or two longer. He'd experimented over the years with oxygen depravation and he had it down to a tee. Ernie had two fingers from one hand sliding into her soaking mess of cunt flesh and the finger nail of his forefinger working her engorged clit.
"Right ya fucking slut. Are ya ready coz here it comes." He pushed her head right down and every last inch and piece of flesh, disappeared into Lesley's mouth and throat. He held her head on his lap with such a force that she feared he would break her neck. She started counting as soon as the pressure held her still. At 30'seconds she was struggling,,,, she felt the jerk each time bis balls contracted and the spit burst in her throat. She counted six spurts in all,.....still he held her there, still she kept counting. She realised that it wasn't the internal clock in her head she was counting...no, it was the pulsing in her clit that was giving her the coumting mechanism. Over a minute he held her there. He could have kept her longer. He knew that with the attention being given to her cunt, as soon as she got air she would cum like never before..He was right.
Ten minutes later Lesley was still lying, out cold on the desk in the quiet room. Mcpeevie had laid her out on the large desk in a position so her legs were d****d over the edge of the desk where the chair went into, between the desk drawers. McPeevie had then pulled Lesley's legs up and placed them on the side of the desk.
Five minutes later Lesley felt something lovely happening to her. She felt as though she was floating and her body was a mass of nerve endings. Her eyes opened slightly, and she smiled....Rob was giving her an early morning treat with his tongue. She closed her eyes and whispered..."oh that's good....your so good to me...don't stop..." She was just starting to tense and let it flow, when she heard a noise as someone cleared their throat. She opened her eyes...all,confused...saw McPeevie. Naked...wanking his huge cock....she looked down and the only thing she saw was half of Ernie hedleys head. She couldn't see his mouth because it was buried in her pussy. She tried to make the feelings sto and get up...but, it was to late..her hips jerked and her throat gargled. The tongue made a mockery of his age and he brought Lesley to a stunning climax. As her eyes rolled in her head and the juice ran from her cunt, the globules of male ejaculate landed on Lesley's near naked body. They had stripped her of all but her stockings and suspenders. Her stockings had Als cum on them and Ernie had rubbed them that much they were full of holes. He now had her clit ring between his false teeth and had pulled her clit to an inch in length. McPeevie leant in close to her head and whispered.. "Look down and see, what I've done to yee, ya wee cunt. Old Ernie's eating his porridge...heehee...how's that feel..eh slut"
Lesley took a few seconds....caught her breath. Looked down at Ernie...still licking her pussy and fingering his prise. Looked at her naked,cum splattered body, looked up at him and kissed him squarely on the lips and said..."darling...Al...that was fucking brilliant...can we do it tomorrow....please Al....darling
She lay her head on the hard desk, and fell sound asleep.
He was still a little annoyed about Lesley getting one over on him and he decided to make her pay. She was going to come to his office later and give him a blowjob....she had reminded him before she left...., and he'd told her he'd send for her. He realised that, by reminding him, she was taking an active part in the way that this was all panning out. Me digested this, and decided that ok, it was good to have a woman who was enjoying and looking forward to having sex with him, that's not how it worked. Al and Mary McPeevie, were sadists.... and proud of that fact. If it got out that Big Al McPeevie was going soft over some plain ugly slut....and English...ooooh what trouble he'd be in. Mary! She'd cut his balls off. He made his mind up he had to put her in his place. Today..... He watched Sylvia at the sink washing her cup and called her over.
"Sylvia...wid ya mind washing me cup pet. I'd be ever so grateful. And....by the way....ya staff appraisal is due. I was checking ya records wee the inspectors today and I need to go over a few things."
"Oh ok Alan. Sent me an email and I'll be there."
"Right, ok. That'll be gid....I'll look forward tae having yee"
"Ok bye" she picked up his cup and took it too the sink. She shivered with distaste at the horrible man, thinking I'll bet he's a pig to everyone. No wonder he gets called Mcpervert. She washed his cup, unaware that McPeevie was licking his lips profusely imagining getting his tongue into Sylvia's wet folds. By fuck Mary would enjoy taking that cunt down a peg or two. She left the room and he turned his attention back to getting Lesley put back in her place. He had the ideal plan.
Ooooo
It's funny how important things and ideas just pop into peoples head, and Lesley, while not the brightest card in the pack, ossasionally was blessed with one herself. It happened when she was reading a get well card in a female patients room, at 5.00 pm. At the bottom of the card it said in neat hand writing.......hugs and kisses, David.
"Rob...I've thought of something else..I've just read a card and I suddenly remembered. 'Kisses' it might help. When Mary was watching me via face time.she told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't aloud to 'kiss' Alan I could do anything else to him.....and he could do anything to me, but she was very adamant that we were not aloud to kiss. Not that I'd want that pig kissing me, but...I dunno, might be able to use that. What dya think"
"Mmm yes. It's something. Keep thinking. Make sure you keep him pleased. Don't show weakness. What ever he makes you do, make him think you love it...in fact....now you've told him we are finished, we need to maybe make him think your starting to develop feelings for him. Yes....the 'kissing' thing just might be useable. Good...now remember....enjoy it!" And he hung up.
Sylvia cringed....'have feelings for him'....double yuk!
Ooooo
Big Al had it all set up. He called for Sylvia and told her that the inspectors had suggested that a senior member of staff should sit with a junior member of staff and have an informal chat with one of the residents and talk to them about their life in their probably, last home, and if their was any room for improvement from the residents point of view. He told her that it might be a good idea to start this new practice with a problem person....someone who might benefit from such a talk. He told Sylvia he would conduct the first one along with a support worker and would she chose the first one. He knew who she would put forward, as the man in his head was hated by all the staff and they all would love to get him off the list of their potential interviewees.
"Ok i see, let me think. Ok Mr Ernest Hedley, I think would best be interviewed by a man. He's probably the most difficult person we have on our books. If you could trial this on him I think that would be of great help in the future of this new standard. We can have a group meeting and set goals and objectives based on your result"
'Yea right' McPeevie thought but said nothing.
"Do you want me to set it up in the 'quiet' room that would be a nice setting for it"
"Aye gid thinking" it's got an internal lock in the door. He thought to himself. "Seen o'clock. After tea....and get that Lesley...her and me will get the ball rolling. Aye that gid, well done Sylvia."..
Sylvia, left the office and breathed a sigh of relief. He took Ernie....fuck that's a result. The girls will be pleased...oh....not poor Lesley though. She decided to not tell her just yet.
Ooooo
Lesley was thinking about knocking on McPeevies office door and suggesting she might deliver what she wanted to do for him. She wasn't sure how much she should be 'willing' to do his bidding. She knew she had to be nice, to him, but unsure how to do it.
She was still playing it over in her head when Sylvia saw her and said...'hi k**...bad news...Mcperverts got some new scheme going and you, him and old fuck face Ernie Hedley are the guinea pigs....sorry babe....'Quiet room' in ten...sorry babe.
"Www what's it about?"
"Oh just something the inspectors cooked up, bout giving the residents more say...it'll not last, but....gotta be done. He's requested you...good luck"
Lesley was panic stricken and suddenly struck dumb. The urge to pee hit her and she rushed off to the loo. As she sat on the pan she Robs words resonated in her brain....'keep him happy and make on as if you enjoy it.' ....easy for him to say, she thought. She wiped her pussy, dry, through her open crotch, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was fine and she touched her lippy up...checked her gelled hair, and thought....lets do it!
The quiet room door was slightly ajar as Lesley walked up to it. She heard voices from within, and recognised both sets as the two people she hated most in the world. She took a deep breath, knocked , and entered.
"Arr, Lesley. Glad ye cud mek it. Shut the door and slide the do not disturb sign along. That's a gid gurrrl."
She did as was bid and sat down in a big comfy chair designed for the residents to have a sleep in when they needed rest. Ernie was in a wheel chair and McPeevie was sitting behind a desk not normally in there.
"Ok people..I'll explain what this is aboot. Mr Hedley....Ernie, if I may..."
"Spose so"
"Gid...now Ernie...Lesley...this is a trial to see if we can make this a more enjoyable and comfortable place for our residents, staying here, in the twilight years of their lives. It's purpose for...you, Ernie...and others is to have more of an input, if you have any gid ideas, that would benefit you and others. This is all confidential and we must keep this private until we can decide if any of the ideas will be beneficial. Now, this is just a discussion and nobody is taking notes...we three are...guinea pigs...if you like. Haha. Now...any questions so far?"
"No...none fem me" Lesley said confidently.
"So...out I say, is er..off the record. No comebacks....I can have my say.... and you two will listen?" Ernie said with suspicion.
"That's it. Ernie...that's the plan....if this works well, we want to have everybody have their say, and this will only be the start. Obviously I'll be leaving soon but Lesley will be your designated nurse and frae now on she will be your 'person to go tae" so to speak. The first meeting will be like this and from then on it will be a yin to yin...see what i mean. Ok Ernie.?"
"So it'll be me and her from this day...is that the score..me and her in this room together...and she listens to me.?"
"Yes.. And if your ideas are good, for your happiness, I'll tell her she has to do it..how's that sound?"
Ernie suddenly developed a new lease of life. "Sounds fucki....flipping marvellous"
"Lesley? How does that sound to you GURRL?"
Her heart sank. A few hours ago she could see this nightmare maybe starting to lift...now, she was seeing it only getting worse. "I I I ttthink its fine"
"Good...right....we are here for anoyher 45 minutes...so Ernie, what are your immediate thoughts,,,as to our...new arrangements....
"Well er....I can say what I like?..."
"Aye...out you like...its your meeting...fill ya boots"
"Well...saying as I'm the first...I'm gonna test the water... as they say...heehee. You...Mr north of the border man...took something from me...something that belonged to me. Something precious...I want them back."
"Oh...wat was that then Ernie?"
"That sluts knickers..."
"Oh aye I remember." Perfect thought Big Al...straight to the chase.
"Yes...she gave me them, and you took them off me. I want them back! They were fucking stinking of pussy, I want em back"
Lesley sank further and further into her chair, not daring to speak.
"I'm sorry Ernie...they were chucked oot. I didna ken they were so precious to you. Sorry again...what can I do to mek amends"
"Mmmm I'm gonna like these meetings heeheehee. Well, this bitch could give me the ones she's wearing, how's that? Eh."
"Seems a reasonable request...what do you think Lesley?.... Just remember the things on my phone, before you answer..." He added in a low voice so Ernie might not hear.
"Oh er um...I I I ...don't know...I I suppose so"
"Hee hee. Here....jock..get her to get all her kit off...she's not half bad for an ugly cunt...ya should see the tats on the twat...and the wedges....fucking right little cocksucker...you should do the bitch. Hee heeheehee. She's got that boyfriend with the big cock...is he still shafting her?"
"I'm not sure....Lesley, have you still got a boyfreend..Ernie's askin...ansa..the man"
"Nnnno. We finished yesterday"
"FUCKING HELL...Mr Jocky...she'll be fucking gagging. Heeheehee. Getting all that cock...then nowt...heehee. Come on then ya ugly cunt...shows ya knickers heehee" Ernie would happily die tomorrow if today continued like this a bit longer....Christmas Day sent by the Devil himself.
"Lesley...do as the man asks..it is his meeting"
Lesley knew that this was payback for earlier in the day, but she was determined not to lose too much face. Her heart was racing but her brain had a plan...she knew what she would do.
She stood up, turned the big armchair round, so it was half facing the desk and McPeevie, then turned Ernie's wheelchair round so it completed the triangle. She looked at both of them and took a deep breath. She took the three steps back to her chair and sat back down. McPeevie leaned forward so he was resting his elbows on the table, concentration etched on his face. Ernie was smiling from ear to ear, and was dribbling saliva down his open necked polo shirt.
"Jock...ya in for some treat here..heehee. She's the dirtiest cunt on two legs...heehee in fact she prefers to have them legs in the air..hoo hoo"
Lesley sat back down, and leaning back, slowly raised the front of her uniform up her thighs, and as the uniform went up...her legs parted according. She hooked her legs on either side of the big armchair and let the two sets of eyes settle on their target.
"FUCK ME......WELL I FUCKING NEVER.......I'm fucking speechless....jock...is my eyes ok....jock?"
"Yes Ernie. Your no seeing things. She's wearing knickers we no front in them"
"Crotchless fucking knickers...hee heeheehee. Told ya...I fucking told ya...didn't I...heehee. What a tramp. She's after some cock...jock....who the fuck gos to work in a shit hole like this....dressed in crotchless knickers if they're not wanting the cock. Heeheehee. You should ploat the cunt...well I'll be....crotchless fucking knickers. Ooooh....get the fucking rest off....come on..."
Lesley didn't wait for instruction, stood up, then went into a similar routine as the one she had earlier used today, ending up with her hands by her side and her legs slightly open.
Ernie's condition, bad as it was, did not include a dicky heart. If it had, he would have just had a massive attack and died. For nearly twenty seconds, he gazed at the best thing he'd layed his eyes on in 50 years. He slowed his breathing right down and in a calm voice said....
"Lesley....let me tell you this...the last person, I saw...dressed totally in black underwear....mind there was no peepholes in them days...the last person I saw dressed like you...was.....ya mother. I....fuck, I remember now...it was the morning she was marrying ya dad....I'd spent the night in her bed....by fuck did she want some cock that night...she'd had a bath and tried to get all me muck out of her. I was still in bed...must have been 1100. I watched her put the gear on, and....fuck me, I was fucking hard again. I had to get her to giz a blowjob. Fuck...did your mother suck cock well...bet your the same...here jock....if she's like her mother she'll be fucking ace. I watched her put her white dress on....what a fucking joke that was....virginal white....she'd been banged more times than the front door. So anyway.....off she goes to the church....I remember it well, coz Newcastle had just won the cup....fucking last time that happened...useless cunts...and every fucker was in a good mood..anyway, she...her slut mother,,,says all these vows about...love... honour...obey....pile of shight. Two hours later the best man had fucked her up the arse and her black knickers were in his pocket. He showed me them...n they were the same ones...i should know...I'd fingered her cunt in them when she was sucking me cock.
I Lesley. 50 years ago...that's the last time I saw a woman in all black with seamed stockings...." Ernie's mind seemed to fade off into the distance as he recalled moments from a bye gone era.
McPeevie was looking at Lesley's shocked face as she listened to the old mans reminisces. He needed to keep the momentum going so he moved his chair and the noise brought Ernie back to the present.
"Well jock...what dya think of ya little support worker now eh? Did ya think she was dressed like that under her uniform. Cunt on view and tits poking through her bra...eh. I'm surprised we cant smell her cunt..eh? Heeheehee.....so...what dya think of the metal...and the tats...she looks like a hooker...dresses like a hooker...come on jock...ya must have tapped this fuckers arse by now...look....she's fucking dripping. And them nipples...fuck me they're like navvies thumbs...hahaha. Why don't ya get the cunt to blow ya....fuck me...if I could get it up.... Haha if I could get it up I could mark her and her mother out of ten". Lesley thought he'd piss himself he was laughing so much. Nothing he said upset her anymore. She'd heard all the insults. The thing she didn't like was that it would please McPeevie. He was so obviously enjoying himself. Bastard. She guessed what was to come.
"Hey...jock...why don't ya get ya dick out and I'll watch her blow ya. She's gotta do as she's told...your the boss..heehee. Come on Les. Get on ya knees and gobble the big bad boss. Heehee. Do it over here so I can have a feel...jock? Sound good eh?"
McPeevie walked around the desk at the same time as Lesley stood in front of Ernie. She bent at the waist putting her hands on her thighs for balance. McPeevie shuffled his fat arse on to the desk, which groaned under his weight, and undid his trousers. Lesley felt a scrawny boney finger scratching the right cheek df her bottom. Big Als trousers hit the floor and he pulled his shirt up so she could get at the waist band of his boxer shorts. She wasn't surprised their were no panties today...Ernie would have crucified him. She then, felt a slobbery kiss being planted on her bottom at the same time a hand was creeping round her leg towards her pussy. Nothing wrong with his memory either. Ten more minutes she thought....ten more minutes.
When Lesley lowered his boxer shorts, Ernie's hand stopped moving. It was only about an inch from her dripping flaps, when Ernie saw the size of big Als cock.
"Fuck me....heehee. Lesley...have you got 'cock radar'.....Attention..Atention....if you've got a horses cock....see Lesley...phone no xxxxxxxxx heehee. You must have a cunt like a fucking bucket......hehehehe. Don't think ya mother could even Hoover that bastard. Heehee..Gotta see this happen....back up a bit as well...can't reach ya clit!"
Not wanting to give in when she was this close,, she pushed her arse back, dipped her back and opened and stretched her jaw in readiness of the impending sex act. A finger was now running up the length of her wet slit, and then, when she felt a long finger nail on her clit she nearly had the most unwelcome orgasm of her life. It just never occurred to Lesley,,that the old coffin dodger might make her cum....it just wasn't part of the script.
Big Al, took her by the hair, and jammed her head, hard down over his cock. He held her head down for twenty seconds then released her. She nearly choked to death...more from, the not having enough oxygen in her lungs, than the size of the thing blocking anything else getting in. She might have got that wrong.
Lesley felt that finger nail on her clit and despaired. She was trying to concentrate on making him shoot his load but was still very aware of the sensation coming from her senseive bud. She could here McPeevie growling insults above her, as she tried to ignore the sensations building up in her groin. He had her by the hair now and was forcing her head and neck...up and down....hold....up and down....hold.... Each time she was down he held her a second or two longer. He'd experimented over the years with oxygen depravation and he had it down to a tee. Ernie had two fingers from one hand sliding into her soaking mess of cunt flesh and the finger nail of his forefinger working her engorged clit.
"Right ya fucking slut. Are ya ready coz here it comes." He pushed her head right down and every last inch and piece of flesh, disappeared into Lesley's mouth and throat. He held her head on his lap with such a force that she feared he would break her neck. She started counting as soon as the pressure held her still. At 30'seconds she was struggling,,,, she felt the jerk each time bis balls contracted and the spit burst in her throat. She counted six spurts in all,.....still he held her there, still she kept counting. She realised that it wasn't the internal clock in her head she was counting...no, it was the pulsing in her clit that was giving her the coumting mechanism. Over a minute he held her there. He could have kept her longer. He knew that with the attention being given to her cunt, as soon as she got air she would cum like never before..He was right.
Ten minutes later Lesley was still lying, out cold on the desk in the quiet room. Mcpeevie had laid her out on the large desk in a position so her legs were d****d over the edge of the desk where the chair went into, between the desk drawers. McPeevie had then pulled Lesley's legs up and placed them on the side of the desk.
Five minutes later Lesley felt something lovely happening to her. She felt as though she was floating and her body was a mass of nerve endings. Her eyes opened slightly, and she smiled....Rob was giving her an early morning treat with his tongue. She closed her eyes and whispered..."oh that's good....your so good to me...don't stop..." She was just starting to tense and let it flow, when she heard a noise as someone cleared their throat. She opened her eyes...all,confused...saw McPeevie. Naked...wanking his huge cock....she looked down and the only thing she saw was half of Ernie hedleys head. She couldn't see his mouth because it was buried in her pussy. She tried to make the feelings sto and get up...but, it was to late..her hips jerked and her throat gargled. The tongue made a mockery of his age and he brought Lesley to a stunning climax. As her eyes rolled in her head and the juice ran from her cunt, the globules of male ejaculate landed on Lesley's near naked body. They had stripped her of all but her stockings and suspenders. Her stockings had Als cum on them and Ernie had rubbed them that much they were full of holes. He now had her clit ring between his false teeth and had pulled her clit to an inch in length. McPeevie leant in close to her head and whispered.. "Look down and see, what I've done to yee, ya wee cunt. Old Ernie's eating his porridge...heehee...how's that feel..eh slut"
Lesley took a few seconds....caught her breath. Looked down at Ernie...still licking her pussy and fingering his prise. Looked at her naked,cum splattered body, looked up at him and kissed him squarely on the lips and said..."darling...Al...that was fucking brilliant...can we do it tomorrow....please Al....darling
She lay her head on the hard desk, and fell sound asleep.
Julianne
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