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The bedroom door closed and McPeevie picked his shirt up off the spare bed and put it on, not bothering with his tie. He was only going down to the bar for a few beers and wasn't intending socialising much. He picked up his enormous silk, ladies panties and pulled them on, making his cock and balls, hang comfortable out of the specially adapted hole. Trousers and shoes sorted he picked his wallet and phone up and set off for the bar. He deserved a few beers...he had been busy. Mary would be proud of him for the way his evening had been planned and executed. Mind it had all been very easy and simple. That Lesley was the easiest manipulated woman he'd ever met. He'd been lucky to latch on to her probably innocuous mistake, and exploiting it had been so straightforward, he actually nearly felt sorry for her. It was 930 in the evening and was heading down to the bar for a couple of hours or until Mary rang him. He hoped she'd had as much fun as he had.
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Lesley sat behind the wheel of her car and could feel the fluid still seeping out of her pussy. She had got some toilet paper before she left McPeevies bedroom and was sitting on it so her dress didn't get marked on her way home. She couldn't think of one person in the whole world hated more, than that fucking fat jock. She even thought Ernie Hedley was a nicer person, but then reserved judgement.
She looked forward to picking the boys up and hearing their exploits of the evening. She hoped they'd behaved for their friends mum, and made a mental note to buy her some flowers. She had been a godsend, when Lesley realised that her dad couldn't take the boys tonight, and she was in a spot. McPeevie gave her no option at all. She either turned up or lost her job. Two choices. Her body was feeling in need of a bath and she looked forward to getting the boys off to bed and having a soak. She needed to get in touch with Rob as well, she had had no contact with her all day. Her phone battery going flat didn't help though. She'd ring him while she was in the bath. He'd be ok
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Rob read his composed text.....'Lesley, sorry I haven't seen or heard much from you today, but it seems you have been busy. I told you that you would find someone and I'm so pleased you are happy. I just hope that I have been in some way helpful for your happiness. The messages I have received tonight show me that you are having a lot of fun and getting a lot of pleasure. I'm fine now, and their is no need for you to visit me if you are to preoccupied in your new relationship. I won't tell the authorities you have stopped visiting and you will still get paid. Once again. Enjoy....Rob.'
Rob had received two files from an unknown number. One contained pictures and a video the second just a video. Both were very explicit. In the videos Lesley spoke about how this unknown large gentleman with quite a monstrous cock was the best this and best that....how his cockskills were the best a girl could wish for and evidently she was happy with her lot. Ok. No problem. However it just didn't sit right. He saw the slap marks on her tits and arse and wondered if all was not as it seemed. She wasn't reading from script, she wasn't clever enough, but it all didn't ring true. What was certain, was that that cock had fucked her into u*********sness and that couldn't be faked.
He wasn't the sort of man to chase after a lost cause, so he had composed this text message to make her aware that he knew what she had been up to, and cutting his losses was complete. It would have been nice to have Mavis and Lesley on the go together, but some things are not destined and at least he had Mavis in the meantime. She turned out to be a better prospect than he originally thought and looked forward to exploiting her sexual needs.
He watched the second video again, and when the cum was running from her body, he smiled, and then saved the message into his 'personal file'. He returned to his composed message to Lesley and pressed "send'. Job done. He poured himself a whisky and settled down to plan a day out with his new slut...Mavis.
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Sitting in the bar, McPeevies iPhone played 'flower of Scotland', the ringtone telling him Mary was calling him. He moved into the corner of the room to accept the call and swiped the screen to open the phone...."Hello Mary doll....how's ya night gan..."
"Greaat, Al...am just hame"
"Gid gid, did ya get some?"
"Ach yee na me...if I na me mans oot tammin aboot heehee. Aye I got a fisherman just back frae sea...he'd had nuthin fir weeks an was fair gaggin. He booked a room in toon and he's bin at me fir hoors...me arse is fair putting. How boot you...is that wee slut away yet?"
"Aye another McPeevie special....sent a video of cum dripping oot of her tae her boyfreend...that'll be that fucked noo. Haha."
"Och ya a hell o a maan, how many times was she oot!"
"Gid night Mary. Twice. First time we me fist....by fuck that wiz gid...second we the McPeevie power fuck, fucking great it waas, if out though, it wiz too easy...she fucking loved it and didna fight back....only had tae slap a tits twice..., never mind tho...least she's getting no cock frae the exboyfreend now Heehee"
"If yeeve any gid vids o her...sent em tae me....I'll have a wee poke before I get aff tae sleep...heehee. "
"Ok Mary doll I'll get back tae me beer, love ya, ya sexy old cunt...I'll ring ya first thing"
"You to, fat fuck....sleep tight, night night"
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Lesley lay in the bath and realised she had forgotten to ring Rob. She really needed to just crash out in bed and not give herself any more hurdles to climb tonight, she'd see him first thing in the morning and fill him in with all the developments. He'd understand.
She had looked it the mirror before getting in the bath, and the slap marks on her breast were still there, but fading. God only knows what tomorrow would bring but she was pleased this day was nearly over. Another month of McPeevie was a worrying prospect, but maybe Rob could come up with a suggestion as how to handle it better. He might even hire a hit man and gut the fat pig. She laughed to herself, making ripples in the bath water. It was by far the most mind blowing sex she had ever endured. She thought endured was the right terminology because that's what it was. It wasn't love making, it wasn't sex. For nearly two hours she had been pulverised. He hadn't fingered her, he'd fisted her. He hadn't fucked her, he'd power fucked her. Twenty odd stone knocking a road drill into your body was not something a girl of her size was built for. Robs cock was long and beautiful, but at least he was gentle to a certain degree. He did her good at times and other times he did her hard. She never felt like she'd been in a car wreck. McPeevie did her like a fucking train wreck...she giggled. Out cold twice....wow. That's.....different she thought. She inserted two fingers into pussy and it felt redraw. She needed to avoid him tomorrow but that would be difficult, in fact near impossible. She dreaded the time when he'd want her arse. God...she shivered and put that thought out of her mind. Bed...that's what she needed. It would all seem different in the morning.
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Rob didn't expect to see or hear from Lesley again, so, when he heard the unmistakeable sound of Lesley's old car pull onto the drive he was surprised. He opened the door, still in his dressing gown. It was a bright Tuesday morning and he had plans to golf about ten, he'd planned on showering and then breakfasting at the club. He hadn't heard from Mavis yet, but knew the call would come.
He watched Lesley get out of the car and walk up his drive. She looked cheery. She had make up on, and lipstick, that was a first. Rob was quite taken aback....Lesley, this plain, not very pretty woman with no tit, now looked a picture of health and really quite different. She was never going to win a beauty contest, but the way she carried herself now, showed a more composed and confident woman.
"Hi Rob. Sorry I missed you yesterday....strange day....phone went dead...never mind Im here now...how's you?"
"Lesley...I'm er I'm ok. Didn't think I'd see you again...not after er, yesterday"
"Oh. Why's that....sorry things were confused...I tried to ring you. Why did you think I wouldn't be back?...that's a strange thing to say"
"Lesley...did you get my message... Last night!"
"Er no, I don't think so, I haven't looked at my phone mind, hold on."
Lesley got her phone out of her bag and swiped it open. The last thing that had been accessed was Robs contact details. Strange she thought as she cancelled it and scrolled across to see that a 1 was above the text message symbol. A message from someone.
Lesley opened and read the message, her face a picture of surprise and confusion.
"I still don't understand, what's er, what's going on here, I'm really not sure what's happening here....why wouldn't I come back here....your my friend...my patient...my my lover...I think! I'm really lost..."
"Best come in...how long have you got, it might take a while"
"I'm not in till two, I was going to go shopping but it can wait. We need to sort this, it's starting to er....worry me"
"Now, I'm going to show you a few things, and that might jog your memory....if you want to fill in the gaps just say, and I'll hit pause"
"Ok"
"Now I got this about eight, but didn't open it till nine, I was rather preoccupied at the time, and forgot it came in"
Lesley sat, nearly in tears as she relived the nightmare of last evening. The pictures of her, u*********s, with McPeevies cock in various poses around her exposed body was enough to have her nearly retching. Imagine her feelings, when in the videos, she was telling the watcher about how marvellous her lover was and how he owned the biggest and best cock God attached to man. She watched the ultimate scene, with that fat bastards cum running out of her pussy and then pushing some of it up into her asshole. She was struck dumb and couldn't move speak or think.
"Ok Lesley girl, now how did he get my contact details.?"
She snapped out of her func, looked at him and suddenly it came to her...."my phone....he .he.must have opened my phone and copied the number....your details, were on the screen...right now...when I opened it...I would never...never....give any body's details...God...I'd be sacked...patient confidentiality. Oh!"
Rob believed her...she wasn't bright enough to lie, and she sounded very genuine.
"Tell me everything that happened for you to end up in that mans room and you getting fucked by a cock like that....this I've got to hear!"
Lesley missed the sarcasm in his statement and proceeded to give him a full account of the whole sordid day...from Ernie Hedley, to Mary McPeevie, from blowjobs on FaceTime to getting fisted into u*********sness. It was a long talk and Rob never spoke once. Lesley told it honestly and in chronological order. When it was finished she ran into the toilet and vomited up her breakfast. She was inconsolable. Ten minutes later and she returned to the room and Rob immediately recognised it was the old Lesley who returned. Gone was the makeup and lipstick, gone was the confidence and stature. She was broken.
He sat her down and made her a cup of tea. She had stopped crying but was only ever 5 seconds away from restarting, so he kept it all light. Or tried to anyway.
"Ok it's messy but not irreparable. First of all you have to stay calm. This man is a predator, and it seems he's very successful at it. Probably being doing this for years. Now the fact his wife is involved is not a a good sign. We can't stop him through threatening him with telling his wife... That's a shame. We can't use going to the police, because all the evidence shows you, happily sucking his cock and rimming his arsehole, and talking as though he was the best think since sliced bread. God he's clever...no we have to find another way. Now he must have said something that we can use to our advantage theirs got to be a flaw in this somehow, or somewhere. You've got to think hard about a way we can turn this on its head before he destroys you. He thinks you and I are like a proper couple. A strange couple maybe, but a couple. Does he know you fucked them youths the other night?"
"Er...yes...sorry...it sort of slipped out"
"Ok. Shame, pity he knows that. He knows how much you love cock now". Rob was speaking aloud now, and didn't realise he'd just insulted her. Didn't matter, anyway because it went straight over her head.
"Ok I've got to go out now...you go home and get yourself tarted up...get back to how you were when you arrived this morning. He mustn't see weakness at all. Predators see weakness as success. Show him strength. Even if he's fucking you over a desk at work or doing your arse....anything...show, your strong. We have to get a position of power back. If you think of anything ring me. Immediately. I can plan on the go...and one last thing... Hes sent these to me to break us up. Ok. Let him think it's worked. Make him think he's won...it's not so much of a challenge to him if he has no goals. The only thing I can see he's still to accomplish, is your arse. He'll, get that and soon. My advice is to keep your back passage clean and your arse well oiled. He'll, try to fuck it dry...to hurt you, and pound to a penny he'll do arse to mouth when he cums...so unless you want to eat you're own shit....get that douche working...ok ....keep strong and we'll beat the fat Scottish cunt. Power to the English...." He high fived Lesley and showed her out the door. Now he had to realy get his thinking cap on.
Lesley, still in a daze drove home, and seriously contemplated putting her resignation with immediate effect. She considered her options...and of course they were disastrous. She could only get benefits if she was sacked or paid off..the latter was a nonstarter and the former would result in everything coming out into the open. No...she had to go to work and brave it out. She had to comply to every demand and ....smile. God, not only was McPeevie, demanding this...but Rob was also advising her to do the same. Fan-fucking-tastic....three hours till start time she noticed, glancing at her watch...better start getting everywhere clean and tidy.....now where's that fucking douche.
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Mary McPeevie withdrew her trusty cuntbuster from her engorged sex hole. Big Al had bought it for her years ago when he saw it in a sex shop in London. It is so thick she can hardly get both hands round it. He says it's the closest thing to his cock he's ever seen. She agrees. It gets brought out to play, whenever Big Als working away, and, even though she can fuck anybody she wants, she still relies on her trusty cuntbuster.
Mary had watched the videos Big Al had sent her last night, and even though she had the fishermans cum still leaking out of her, she was still horny. She had plugged herself last night, and then again, first thing this morning. She watched the slut Big Al had hooked, she sure looked to be enjoying Big Als cock, and she took it better than she'd ever seen any slut take it. She only knew of a handful of women that could take his fist, either. She couldn't...Als tried hundreds of times but it's just too big. She watched the cum running out of 'lesleys' pussy, then Al, scooping it up and poking it in her butt hole. Mmmm. Mary wasn't exactly worried but she thought she'd better keep a close eye on this one. She wasn't going to lose her man.....no way... to a young slut, just because she could take a fist and a power fucking.
She picked her phone up and rang McPeevie.
"Hi Mary doll, how's ya tits the day pet..." They always greeted each other with an insult and the goodbyes the same. Strange but just their way.
"They're fucking great ya big pig....what's happening."
"Och...gotta full day...got an inspection, later...then visits from some other fucking thing tonight....right fucking pain"
"Och, that's bad...you'll not get time to fuck the wee slut then?"
"Mmm dinna ken, yet....might get a quicky....she's no in till after tway...might get her te suck me aff...I'll see"
"Now listen...ave bin watching they vids...right...noo, I reckon, she's gaggin for your fuck hammer in her arse. Right...noo you get that tapped by tomorra...oh an Al...make sure ya rip the wee slut open...mek the wee cunt bleed...ya here me...hurt the bitch...."
"Aye...nay problem Mary doll...she's a right gid shag...yid love tae get the cuntbuster in her...I'll tell you. She's brill"
That worried Mary. She wasn't used to Al saying nice things about his sluts. Naaa...she had to have it wrong.
"Right doll gotta run, you make sure you keep that smelly twat of yours clean"
"Aye right Al....pit ya bra on tae keep them tits o yours warm...bye pet"
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McPeevie watched the clock go round until two. He wanted to see his new slut and how she was responding. He also had a full day work wise and wouldn't get back to the hotel till nearly 11. That fucked any plans he had for her today. Might get her to suck him off in his office. He'd checked the space below his desk and he reckoned he just might be able to get her into the space if pulled the chair slightly back. He loved having a slut on her knees blowing him while he talked to someone in the office. That was class. He'd see when she got in.
He rang the kitchen and asked who was on dinners. He had a plan to trap one of the staff nurses....Sylvia he thought her name was. He'd noticed some mistakes in her writing up of patients notes, not enough to get her legs spread, but maybe a little tweaking, hear and there, and who knows...she may be just the one to replace Lesley if something happens.
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The clock in Lesley's kitchen said 1.15pm and she picked all her bag up and headed for the door. Her phone rang as she got into the car....Rob. The conversation was totally one sided and all she said was 'hello....ok....bye' the conversation, still lasted over three minutes. That was their second phone conversation, since they met this morning.
She drove to work, and parked in her normal spot. She had a clean pressed uniform on and her hair was immaculate and spiked up with gel. She had done her makeup again. and wore the brightest red lipstick she could buy in the short time she had at the shops. Under her uniform she wore totally black underwear. A black peephole bra, crotchless black silk panties, a black suspender belt and black seamed stockings. She wore black stilettos probably inappropriate for work but she didn't care. Her ass was douched, her pussy freshly sc****d and everywhere was sprayed with a nice perfume. All her underwear was courtesy of her visit to the sex shop.
She through her head back high and walked in the staff entrance. Bring it on.!!
McPeevie was dealing with the inspection team and as normal in these trying days it wasn't going well.
Lesley got though the first hour without any major trauma or confrontation. She helped bathe a couple of women and then went onto mid afternoon teas. She had just filled her trolley in the kitchen recess when Dot told her that Mcpervert wanted her in his office...now.
'Fuck' she thought, but knew it was inevitable.
She walked the short way to the managers office and, standing outside took a deep breath and knocked at the door.
"Enter" came the Scottish drawl.
"Aargh. Lesley..come in....sit down". His eyes absorbed the quite respectable 49 year old, who, last night, had had her tongue deep in his arse hole and had screamed obscenities when she had passed out after being fucked u*********s. Her hair was well styled, and....she was wearing seamed stockings....his favourite.
"Hold on...turn roond first. They stockings are just...greaat. Why....yee durty wee Gurrl"
"May I sit now?"
"No yee fucking cannot...yee sit when I say...ok"
"Ok" she said bravely.
"Ave had a fucking bad day...they fucking inspectors are bastards"
"Oh I see"
"Gonna he here till midnight at this rate....ah wiz hopin to get some playtime today but it's gonna be hard....fuck...tell ya what..ave gotta see what's under yon uniform. It looks fucking ace. Tak it off slowly...might fancy eating me some pussy for dinner...aye. That'll be gid...tak if off noo gurrl."
Lesley had practiced this moment a few times this morning. On Robs instruction, he had told her, that to beat him....she had to be better than him. She had to be more dominant than him. He told her that it had to be done gradually, so he didn't really notice, she had to make him like her, to gain empathy. Not an easy task, but doable. She still needed an edge.
Lesley had been told by many people recently that her best feature was her backside. She turned round, facing away from McPeevie, unzipped her uniform, slowly, and, looking over her shoulder, straight at him....let the garment, slip to the floor. She saw his eyes open wide in excitement. Everything black....everything in place, seams going perfectly down...straight into her black stiletto heels. She bent to the floor, keeping her legs straight and her arse facing him. The thong string disappearing into the cheeks of the crevices of that most secret place. She let her hands run up the sides of her legs, then she stood up straight....still looking over her shoulder....watching...him...watching...her.
With one arm crossing her chest and one arm crossing her thighs, she slowly turned around. McPeevie was clearly perspiring, and looked very uncomfortable in his suit and tie. His face was pink, and he was fidgeting badly. His breathing was fast and she hoped he'd just fucking die.
She painted that smile back on her face and turned slowly round. Walking one crossed step at a time...like a catwalk model only very very slowly. When she was within four feet she slowly dropped her hands to her side and parted her feet so they were two feet apart.
McPeevie thought he'd died and gone to heaven. God must be a bad man to, because he didn't deserve to have such a vision of sex in front of him if he were in fact in heaven. When she let her hands drop to her sides he nearly pissed his pants. Peephole bra...crotchless knickers. Fucking hell, if he didn't sit down soon he'd fall down....sweat was soaking into his shirt and his cock....hell, his cock was going to burst his trousers.
"Fucking hell lass I've never seen oot like this fir years..."
"Well Big Al...if I'm going to be your sex slave for the next month I thought I would make it special for you so you'd remember me...I've never had sex like I did last night. And can't wait till we're doing it again....what do you want me to do...I'm yours". Not the arse...not the arse...pleasssse not the arse.
McPeevie was caught with nothing to say. He'd been trumped and he knew it. He had to respond though... to save face...
"Right well I haven't got much time but er er Ar think I'll just eat that sweet pussy, now and before yee leave I'll get he back an yee can blow me...that's it...that's the plan....now get ya arse on this table, and spread they slut legs. Aarrgghh. That's fucking ace...by ya sum gurrrl."
Lesley was sitting on his table with her feet propped up and her legs spread wide. The open crotch panties exposed her very wet pussy and he licked his lips vigously and struggled down onto his knees. His cock was obviously giving him discomfort, but as he was not in total control, his normally rational control mechanism was totally out of kilter and he didn't even think to adjust his pants.
She had been racking her brains all day, thinking of something that could help her and Robs cause but nothing had come to mind. One phrase said in the heat of his attempt to regain ascendency, gave her a glimmer of hope.
"Rrrright ya wee fuck cushion. I'm gonna tickle ya tonsils frae the insides oh this cunt here...is it back soon tae size yet...heehee. Fucking hope not. hehehe. Now...listen....ah hope long dicks swimmers are no in there...ah telt yee last night...I dinna eat cum oot oh any pussy...no even oor Mary's."
"No Al...we're finished.... He dumped me last night. Wouldn't even tell me why"
"Ooooh that's fucking ace....means I can eat this cunt all day every day...ooooh im so fucking excited noo"
Rob needs to know that asap, so, she needed to get him started....to get him finished. She hoped he would finish as soon as she had come, which, then, gave her two choices....fake it or enjoy it. She had never faked an orgasm in her life, she didn't know how to. So, the decision was made.
Only one other time had her pussy been eaten out to a more powerful orgasm, that had been at the sex shop, when the two girls had taken turns to twist her pussy inside out. Ronight,,she left a pool of sweat, shimmering on the polished surface of McPeevies office desk, she had been twisted inside and out by McPeevies viper like tongue for a period of time that produced a damned site more than the expected ''one' orgasm. She wouldn't lie...even to Rob...this man could eat pussy. She presumed his skill was gaining the extra length, he seemed to create from somewhere. He also seemed able, to twist and roll his tongue over whole inside her, then roll it back again...it blew her mind, and their was absolutely no need to fake anything.
McPeevie was happier now than he'd been all day. He'd been successful in binning long cock. He had a slut who dressed up for him. The inspectors were gone and he was going to get a blow job from a cock sucking expert. Wait till he tells Mary. He might have to dress it down a bit though ...not tell her about the stockings and suspenders...she won't like that. It's ok if the sluts are told what to wear, but not to turn up in them and enjoy it. No...he won't tell her that bit
Aye it's all looking gid
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Rob read Lesley' text out loud. "....might be of help...McPeevie won't eat pussy if he thinks theirs cum in it...not even his wife...speak soon. L"
'Mmmm now that's interesting....very interesting....." A smile signifying a plan spread right over Robs face......
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Lesley sat behind the wheel of her car and could feel the fluid still seeping out of her pussy. She had got some toilet paper before she left McPeevies bedroom and was sitting on it so her dress didn't get marked on her way home. She couldn't think of one person in the whole world hated more, than that fucking fat jock. She even thought Ernie Hedley was a nicer person, but then reserved judgement.
She looked forward to picking the boys up and hearing their exploits of the evening. She hoped they'd behaved for their friends mum, and made a mental note to buy her some flowers. She had been a godsend, when Lesley realised that her dad couldn't take the boys tonight, and she was in a spot. McPeevie gave her no option at all. She either turned up or lost her job. Two choices. Her body was feeling in need of a bath and she looked forward to getting the boys off to bed and having a soak. She needed to get in touch with Rob as well, she had had no contact with her all day. Her phone battery going flat didn't help though. She'd ring him while she was in the bath. He'd be ok
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Rob read his composed text.....'Lesley, sorry I haven't seen or heard much from you today, but it seems you have been busy. I told you that you would find someone and I'm so pleased you are happy. I just hope that I have been in some way helpful for your happiness. The messages I have received tonight show me that you are having a lot of fun and getting a lot of pleasure. I'm fine now, and their is no need for you to visit me if you are to preoccupied in your new relationship. I won't tell the authorities you have stopped visiting and you will still get paid. Once again. Enjoy....Rob.'
Rob had received two files from an unknown number. One contained pictures and a video the second just a video. Both were very explicit. In the videos Lesley spoke about how this unknown large gentleman with quite a monstrous cock was the best this and best that....how his cockskills were the best a girl could wish for and evidently she was happy with her lot. Ok. No problem. However it just didn't sit right. He saw the slap marks on her tits and arse and wondered if all was not as it seemed. She wasn't reading from script, she wasn't clever enough, but it all didn't ring true. What was certain, was that that cock had fucked her into u*********sness and that couldn't be faked.
He wasn't the sort of man to chase after a lost cause, so he had composed this text message to make her aware that he knew what she had been up to, and cutting his losses was complete. It would have been nice to have Mavis and Lesley on the go together, but some things are not destined and at least he had Mavis in the meantime. She turned out to be a better prospect than he originally thought and looked forward to exploiting her sexual needs.
He watched the second video again, and when the cum was running from her body, he smiled, and then saved the message into his 'personal file'. He returned to his composed message to Lesley and pressed "send'. Job done. He poured himself a whisky and settled down to plan a day out with his new slut...Mavis.
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Sitting in the bar, McPeevies iPhone played 'flower of Scotland', the ringtone telling him Mary was calling him. He moved into the corner of the room to accept the call and swiped the screen to open the phone...."Hello Mary doll....how's ya night gan..."
"Greaat, Al...am just hame"
"Gid gid, did ya get some?"
"Ach yee na me...if I na me mans oot tammin aboot heehee. Aye I got a fisherman just back frae sea...he'd had nuthin fir weeks an was fair gaggin. He booked a room in toon and he's bin at me fir hoors...me arse is fair putting. How boot you...is that wee slut away yet?"
"Aye another McPeevie special....sent a video of cum dripping oot of her tae her boyfreend...that'll be that fucked noo. Haha."
"Och ya a hell o a maan, how many times was she oot!"
"Gid night Mary. Twice. First time we me fist....by fuck that wiz gid...second we the McPeevie power fuck, fucking great it waas, if out though, it wiz too easy...she fucking loved it and didna fight back....only had tae slap a tits twice..., never mind tho...least she's getting no cock frae the exboyfreend now Heehee"
"If yeeve any gid vids o her...sent em tae me....I'll have a wee poke before I get aff tae sleep...heehee. "
"Ok Mary doll I'll get back tae me beer, love ya, ya sexy old cunt...I'll ring ya first thing"
"You to, fat fuck....sleep tight, night night"
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Lesley lay in the bath and realised she had forgotten to ring Rob. She really needed to just crash out in bed and not give herself any more hurdles to climb tonight, she'd see him first thing in the morning and fill him in with all the developments. He'd understand.
She had looked it the mirror before getting in the bath, and the slap marks on her breast were still there, but fading. God only knows what tomorrow would bring but she was pleased this day was nearly over. Another month of McPeevie was a worrying prospect, but maybe Rob could come up with a suggestion as how to handle it better. He might even hire a hit man and gut the fat pig. She laughed to herself, making ripples in the bath water. It was by far the most mind blowing sex she had ever endured. She thought endured was the right terminology because that's what it was. It wasn't love making, it wasn't sex. For nearly two hours she had been pulverised. He hadn't fingered her, he'd fisted her. He hadn't fucked her, he'd power fucked her. Twenty odd stone knocking a road drill into your body was not something a girl of her size was built for. Robs cock was long and beautiful, but at least he was gentle to a certain degree. He did her good at times and other times he did her hard. She never felt like she'd been in a car wreck. McPeevie did her like a fucking train wreck...she giggled. Out cold twice....wow. That's.....different she thought. She inserted two fingers into pussy and it felt redraw. She needed to avoid him tomorrow but that would be difficult, in fact near impossible. She dreaded the time when he'd want her arse. God...she shivered and put that thought out of her mind. Bed...that's what she needed. It would all seem different in the morning.
Ooooo
Rob didn't expect to see or hear from Lesley again, so, when he heard the unmistakeable sound of Lesley's old car pull onto the drive he was surprised. He opened the door, still in his dressing gown. It was a bright Tuesday morning and he had plans to golf about ten, he'd planned on showering and then breakfasting at the club. He hadn't heard from Mavis yet, but knew the call would come.
He watched Lesley get out of the car and walk up his drive. She looked cheery. She had make up on, and lipstick, that was a first. Rob was quite taken aback....Lesley, this plain, not very pretty woman with no tit, now looked a picture of health and really quite different. She was never going to win a beauty contest, but the way she carried herself now, showed a more composed and confident woman.
"Hi Rob. Sorry I missed you yesterday....strange day....phone went dead...never mind Im here now...how's you?"
"Lesley...I'm er I'm ok. Didn't think I'd see you again...not after er, yesterday"
"Oh. Why's that....sorry things were confused...I tried to ring you. Why did you think I wouldn't be back?...that's a strange thing to say"
"Lesley...did you get my message... Last night!"
"Er no, I don't think so, I haven't looked at my phone mind, hold on."
Lesley got her phone out of her bag and swiped it open. The last thing that had been accessed was Robs contact details. Strange she thought as she cancelled it and scrolled across to see that a 1 was above the text message symbol. A message from someone.
Lesley opened and read the message, her face a picture of surprise and confusion.
"I still don't understand, what's er, what's going on here, I'm really not sure what's happening here....why wouldn't I come back here....your my friend...my patient...my my lover...I think! I'm really lost..."
"Best come in...how long have you got, it might take a while"
"I'm not in till two, I was going to go shopping but it can wait. We need to sort this, it's starting to er....worry me"
"Now, I'm going to show you a few things, and that might jog your memory....if you want to fill in the gaps just say, and I'll hit pause"
"Ok"
"Now I got this about eight, but didn't open it till nine, I was rather preoccupied at the time, and forgot it came in"
Lesley sat, nearly in tears as she relived the nightmare of last evening. The pictures of her, u*********s, with McPeevies cock in various poses around her exposed body was enough to have her nearly retching. Imagine her feelings, when in the videos, she was telling the watcher about how marvellous her lover was and how he owned the biggest and best cock God attached to man. She watched the ultimate scene, with that fat bastards cum running out of her pussy and then pushing some of it up into her asshole. She was struck dumb and couldn't move speak or think.
"Ok Lesley girl, now how did he get my contact details.?"
She snapped out of her func, looked at him and suddenly it came to her...."my phone....he .he.must have opened my phone and copied the number....your details, were on the screen...right now...when I opened it...I would never...never....give any body's details...God...I'd be sacked...patient confidentiality. Oh!"
Rob believed her...she wasn't bright enough to lie, and she sounded very genuine.
"Tell me everything that happened for you to end up in that mans room and you getting fucked by a cock like that....this I've got to hear!"
Lesley missed the sarcasm in his statement and proceeded to give him a full account of the whole sordid day...from Ernie Hedley, to Mary McPeevie, from blowjobs on FaceTime to getting fisted into u*********sness. It was a long talk and Rob never spoke once. Lesley told it honestly and in chronological order. When it was finished she ran into the toilet and vomited up her breakfast. She was inconsolable. Ten minutes later and she returned to the room and Rob immediately recognised it was the old Lesley who returned. Gone was the makeup and lipstick, gone was the confidence and stature. She was broken.
He sat her down and made her a cup of tea. She had stopped crying but was only ever 5 seconds away from restarting, so he kept it all light. Or tried to anyway.
"Ok it's messy but not irreparable. First of all you have to stay calm. This man is a predator, and it seems he's very successful at it. Probably being doing this for years. Now the fact his wife is involved is not a a good sign. We can't stop him through threatening him with telling his wife... That's a shame. We can't use going to the police, because all the evidence shows you, happily sucking his cock and rimming his arsehole, and talking as though he was the best think since sliced bread. God he's clever...no we have to find another way. Now he must have said something that we can use to our advantage theirs got to be a flaw in this somehow, or somewhere. You've got to think hard about a way we can turn this on its head before he destroys you. He thinks you and I are like a proper couple. A strange couple maybe, but a couple. Does he know you fucked them youths the other night?"
"Er...yes...sorry...it sort of slipped out"
"Ok. Shame, pity he knows that. He knows how much you love cock now". Rob was speaking aloud now, and didn't realise he'd just insulted her. Didn't matter, anyway because it went straight over her head.
"Ok I've got to go out now...you go home and get yourself tarted up...get back to how you were when you arrived this morning. He mustn't see weakness at all. Predators see weakness as success. Show him strength. Even if he's fucking you over a desk at work or doing your arse....anything...show, your strong. We have to get a position of power back. If you think of anything ring me. Immediately. I can plan on the go...and one last thing... Hes sent these to me to break us up. Ok. Let him think it's worked. Make him think he's won...it's not so much of a challenge to him if he has no goals. The only thing I can see he's still to accomplish, is your arse. He'll, get that and soon. My advice is to keep your back passage clean and your arse well oiled. He'll, try to fuck it dry...to hurt you, and pound to a penny he'll do arse to mouth when he cums...so unless you want to eat you're own shit....get that douche working...ok ....keep strong and we'll beat the fat Scottish cunt. Power to the English...." He high fived Lesley and showed her out the door. Now he had to realy get his thinking cap on.
Lesley, still in a daze drove home, and seriously contemplated putting her resignation with immediate effect. She considered her options...and of course they were disastrous. She could only get benefits if she was sacked or paid off..the latter was a nonstarter and the former would result in everything coming out into the open. No...she had to go to work and brave it out. She had to comply to every demand and ....smile. God, not only was McPeevie, demanding this...but Rob was also advising her to do the same. Fan-fucking-tastic....three hours till start time she noticed, glancing at her watch...better start getting everywhere clean and tidy.....now where's that fucking douche.
Ooooo
Mary McPeevie withdrew her trusty cuntbuster from her engorged sex hole. Big Al had bought it for her years ago when he saw it in a sex shop in London. It is so thick she can hardly get both hands round it. He says it's the closest thing to his cock he's ever seen. She agrees. It gets brought out to play, whenever Big Als working away, and, even though she can fuck anybody she wants, she still relies on her trusty cuntbuster.
Mary had watched the videos Big Al had sent her last night, and even though she had the fishermans cum still leaking out of her, she was still horny. She had plugged herself last night, and then again, first thing this morning. She watched the slut Big Al had hooked, she sure looked to be enjoying Big Als cock, and she took it better than she'd ever seen any slut take it. She only knew of a handful of women that could take his fist, either. She couldn't...Als tried hundreds of times but it's just too big. She watched the cum running out of 'lesleys' pussy, then Al, scooping it up and poking it in her butt hole. Mmmm. Mary wasn't exactly worried but she thought she'd better keep a close eye on this one. She wasn't going to lose her man.....no way... to a young slut, just because she could take a fist and a power fucking.
She picked her phone up and rang McPeevie.
"Hi Mary doll, how's ya tits the day pet..." They always greeted each other with an insult and the goodbyes the same. Strange but just their way.
"They're fucking great ya big pig....what's happening."
"Och...gotta full day...got an inspection, later...then visits from some other fucking thing tonight....right fucking pain"
"Och, that's bad...you'll not get time to fuck the wee slut then?"
"Mmm dinna ken, yet....might get a quicky....she's no in till after tway...might get her te suck me aff...I'll see"
"Now listen...ave bin watching they vids...right...noo, I reckon, she's gaggin for your fuck hammer in her arse. Right...noo you get that tapped by tomorra...oh an Al...make sure ya rip the wee slut open...mek the wee cunt bleed...ya here me...hurt the bitch...."
"Aye...nay problem Mary doll...she's a right gid shag...yid love tae get the cuntbuster in her...I'll tell you. She's brill"
That worried Mary. She wasn't used to Al saying nice things about his sluts. Naaa...she had to have it wrong.
"Right doll gotta run, you make sure you keep that smelly twat of yours clean"
"Aye right Al....pit ya bra on tae keep them tits o yours warm...bye pet"
Ooooo
McPeevie watched the clock go round until two. He wanted to see his new slut and how she was responding. He also had a full day work wise and wouldn't get back to the hotel till nearly 11. That fucked any plans he had for her today. Might get her to suck him off in his office. He'd checked the space below his desk and he reckoned he just might be able to get her into the space if pulled the chair slightly back. He loved having a slut on her knees blowing him while he talked to someone in the office. That was class. He'd see when she got in.
He rang the kitchen and asked who was on dinners. He had a plan to trap one of the staff nurses....Sylvia he thought her name was. He'd noticed some mistakes in her writing up of patients notes, not enough to get her legs spread, but maybe a little tweaking, hear and there, and who knows...she may be just the one to replace Lesley if something happens.
Oooooo
The clock in Lesley's kitchen said 1.15pm and she picked all her bag up and headed for the door. Her phone rang as she got into the car....Rob. The conversation was totally one sided and all she said was 'hello....ok....bye' the conversation, still lasted over three minutes. That was their second phone conversation, since they met this morning.
She drove to work, and parked in her normal spot. She had a clean pressed uniform on and her hair was immaculate and spiked up with gel. She had done her makeup again. and wore the brightest red lipstick she could buy in the short time she had at the shops. Under her uniform she wore totally black underwear. A black peephole bra, crotchless black silk panties, a black suspender belt and black seamed stockings. She wore black stilettos probably inappropriate for work but she didn't care. Her ass was douched, her pussy freshly sc****d and everywhere was sprayed with a nice perfume. All her underwear was courtesy of her visit to the sex shop.
She through her head back high and walked in the staff entrance. Bring it on.!!
McPeevie was dealing with the inspection team and as normal in these trying days it wasn't going well.
Lesley got though the first hour without any major trauma or confrontation. She helped bathe a couple of women and then went onto mid afternoon teas. She had just filled her trolley in the kitchen recess when Dot told her that Mcpervert wanted her in his office...now.
'Fuck' she thought, but knew it was inevitable.
She walked the short way to the managers office and, standing outside took a deep breath and knocked at the door.
"Enter" came the Scottish drawl.
"Aargh. Lesley..come in....sit down". His eyes absorbed the quite respectable 49 year old, who, last night, had had her tongue deep in his arse hole and had screamed obscenities when she had passed out after being fucked u*********s. Her hair was well styled, and....she was wearing seamed stockings....his favourite.
"Hold on...turn roond first. They stockings are just...greaat. Why....yee durty wee Gurrl"
"May I sit now?"
"No yee fucking cannot...yee sit when I say...ok"
"Ok" she said bravely.
"Ave had a fucking bad day...they fucking inspectors are bastards"
"Oh I see"
"Gonna he here till midnight at this rate....ah wiz hopin to get some playtime today but it's gonna be hard....fuck...tell ya what..ave gotta see what's under yon uniform. It looks fucking ace. Tak it off slowly...might fancy eating me some pussy for dinner...aye. That'll be gid...tak if off noo gurrl."
Lesley had practiced this moment a few times this morning. On Robs instruction, he had told her, that to beat him....she had to be better than him. She had to be more dominant than him. He told her that it had to be done gradually, so he didn't really notice, she had to make him like her, to gain empathy. Not an easy task, but doable. She still needed an edge.
Lesley had been told by many people recently that her best feature was her backside. She turned round, facing away from McPeevie, unzipped her uniform, slowly, and, looking over her shoulder, straight at him....let the garment, slip to the floor. She saw his eyes open wide in excitement. Everything black....everything in place, seams going perfectly down...straight into her black stiletto heels. She bent to the floor, keeping her legs straight and her arse facing him. The thong string disappearing into the cheeks of the crevices of that most secret place. She let her hands run up the sides of her legs, then she stood up straight....still looking over her shoulder....watching...him...watching...her.
With one arm crossing her chest and one arm crossing her thighs, she slowly turned around. McPeevie was clearly perspiring, and looked very uncomfortable in his suit and tie. His face was pink, and he was fidgeting badly. His breathing was fast and she hoped he'd just fucking die.
She painted that smile back on her face and turned slowly round. Walking one crossed step at a time...like a catwalk model only very very slowly. When she was within four feet she slowly dropped her hands to her side and parted her feet so they were two feet apart.
McPeevie thought he'd died and gone to heaven. God must be a bad man to, because he didn't deserve to have such a vision of sex in front of him if he were in fact in heaven. When she let her hands drop to her sides he nearly pissed his pants. Peephole bra...crotchless knickers. Fucking hell, if he didn't sit down soon he'd fall down....sweat was soaking into his shirt and his cock....hell, his cock was going to burst his trousers.
"Fucking hell lass I've never seen oot like this fir years..."
"Well Big Al...if I'm going to be your sex slave for the next month I thought I would make it special for you so you'd remember me...I've never had sex like I did last night. And can't wait till we're doing it again....what do you want me to do...I'm yours". Not the arse...not the arse...pleasssse not the arse.
McPeevie was caught with nothing to say. He'd been trumped and he knew it. He had to respond though... to save face...
"Right well I haven't got much time but er er Ar think I'll just eat that sweet pussy, now and before yee leave I'll get he back an yee can blow me...that's it...that's the plan....now get ya arse on this table, and spread they slut legs. Aarrgghh. That's fucking ace...by ya sum gurrrl."
Lesley was sitting on his table with her feet propped up and her legs spread wide. The open crotch panties exposed her very wet pussy and he licked his lips vigously and struggled down onto his knees. His cock was obviously giving him discomfort, but as he was not in total control, his normally rational control mechanism was totally out of kilter and he didn't even think to adjust his pants.
She had been racking her brains all day, thinking of something that could help her and Robs cause but nothing had come to mind. One phrase said in the heat of his attempt to regain ascendency, gave her a glimmer of hope.
"Rrrright ya wee fuck cushion. I'm gonna tickle ya tonsils frae the insides oh this cunt here...is it back soon tae size yet...heehee. Fucking hope not. hehehe. Now...listen....ah hope long dicks swimmers are no in there...ah telt yee last night...I dinna eat cum oot oh any pussy...no even oor Mary's."
"No Al...we're finished.... He dumped me last night. Wouldn't even tell me why"
"Ooooh that's fucking ace....means I can eat this cunt all day every day...ooooh im so fucking excited noo"
Rob needs to know that asap, so, she needed to get him started....to get him finished. She hoped he would finish as soon as she had come, which, then, gave her two choices....fake it or enjoy it. She had never faked an orgasm in her life, she didn't know how to. So, the decision was made.
Only one other time had her pussy been eaten out to a more powerful orgasm, that had been at the sex shop, when the two girls had taken turns to twist her pussy inside out. Ronight,,she left a pool of sweat, shimmering on the polished surface of McPeevies office desk, she had been twisted inside and out by McPeevies viper like tongue for a period of time that produced a damned site more than the expected ''one' orgasm. She wouldn't lie...even to Rob...this man could eat pussy. She presumed his skill was gaining the extra length, he seemed to create from somewhere. He also seemed able, to twist and roll his tongue over whole inside her, then roll it back again...it blew her mind, and their was absolutely no need to fake anything.
McPeevie was happier now than he'd been all day. He'd been successful in binning long cock. He had a slut who dressed up for him. The inspectors were gone and he was going to get a blow job from a cock sucking expert. Wait till he tells Mary. He might have to dress it down a bit though ...not tell her about the stockings and suspenders...she won't like that. It's ok if the sluts are told what to wear, but not to turn up in them and enjoy it. No...he won't tell her that bit
Aye it's all looking gid
Oooo
Rob read Lesley' text out loud. "....might be of help...McPeevie won't eat pussy if he thinks theirs cum in it...not even his wife...speak soon. L"
'Mmmm now that's interesting....very interesting....." A smile signifying a plan spread right over Robs face......
Becky
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