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The Shop - By Felicity Lovechild I had just split with my girlfriend and was feeling rather lonely. I passed by a corner shop and, feeling rather randy decided I'd get a dirty book to massage my lonely hours that evening. As I entered the shop, a rather elegant woman greeted me with a beaming smile. Her thick jet black hair fell to just below her shoulders, and her big brown eyes was as warm as her smile. Her immaculately made up face did well to mask her years, but looked tasteful and attractive. "Good afternoon sir, can I help you?" I was a little taken back, but managed to smile back. Seeing the funny side, I simply explained I was going to look at her naughty magazines. Surprisingly, she took it very well. With that warm smile she simply said, "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to intrude, you go ahead. I have quite a variety there. What are you looking for?" To this question, I was a little stumped. "Erm, I'm not really sure to be honest with you - it's been quite a while since I've bought one of these" She chuckled and said, "Hmm, they all say that". I must have looked a little embarrassed, because she quickly reached forward and touched my arm saying, "Don't worry, I'm only teasing. Come, let me show you my range. To be honest with you, one of the perks of this job is being able to browse the merchandise myself, without having to pay." That warm smile settled me, as she walked to the back of the store to her bookshelf. I followed, not able to take my eyes from her beautifully rounded behind. She was not fat by any means, but she had a matronly grace about her. "Here we are. We have the usual Penthouse, and Playboy type magazines, if that's what you are looking for - or I also have this Buxom Wench magazine - do you like big women?" she asked sounding interested in my response. "Well, yes I do actually, that's certainly one I may get." I couldn't help but drop my gaze and look at her own ample bosom. Her dog- toothed pinafore dress emphasised her curvaceous figure. Looking up to her face, I noticed the hint of a smile, as she had caught me admiring her body. She moved her head and then gaze back to the magazine shelf, "I also have this magazine of the more mature woman. Tell me, do you like the older woman?" Although her question was innocent, I felt rather warm as I replied, yes. Again, I could swear the corners of her mouth rose to my response. She then moved along the shelf, and commented on the S&M material she had, and again asked my opinion. "Well, I must confess, I do rather enjoy a little light bondage." "Oh really?" she almost cooed, "I have to confess, I rather enjoy it too. Who do you prefer to get tied up, you or her?" Rather embarrassed, I answered that I generally like to be the one bound. "Oh, really?" was her response, with a cheeky grin. "Who do you prefer to get tied up then?" I quizzed. "Oh you" she replied, "most definitely! Well, further along here, I've got some other mags. Here's some on dominant women. It sounds like these may interest you. How about this one? It's about women dressing men up - have you ever been dressed up as a girl?" The question rather took me by surprise, and I laughed saying, "I can't really say I have." I found the question quite comical, having never really thought about it. "Oh, you should try it. I think you would look quite cute in a little short skirt", she said, with a cheeky grin on her face. I joined in laughing, and then asked whether she had herself ever dressed a guy up. Again she laughed and said, almost bashfully, "I quite like the idea, but it's a bit difficult finding a man that would be willing to do it. I mean, would you be willing to let me dress you up?" she asked as if to prove her point. Again I laughed. Still thinking about how ridiculous an idea it was, I retorted, "Oh, I don't know - it could be fun." She broke into a beaming smile and said, "Oh, you shouldn't tease me like that, I might just close up shop and drag you upstairs." The thought of this gorgeous woman dragging me up the stairs turned me on, but I tried to cool the situation, "Hmm, I think your regulars would think that a bit strange, you being closed half way through the afternoon." She chuckled, and said, "Yes, you are right - but it's a delicious thought all the same." I laughed and agreed. "Lucky it's not closing time, or I could be in real trouble." With that her eyes lit up. "Oh believe me, you would be. That is a lovely thought, I think I'll be mulling that one over all day. - perhaps all night too!" I laughed and replied, "I think I'll be spending sometime tonight thinking about that too - what time do you close?" I asked jokingly. I would never do it, but like she says, a nice thought. "5:30", she replied, "on the dot. Especially if I had a young man in the shop." She chuckled. She laid her hand on my arm and leant forward saying, I've often fantasised about catching one shoplifting, and locking him n." "Oh yes? And what would you do to him?" I quizzed. "Ah, that would be telling," she said jokingly, "only he and I would know that." I took the Buxom Wench magazine and one on older women, and paid. "Well, I hope you'll drop by again soon", she said, "I've enjoyed our little chat." "Oh, I enjoyed it too, I'm sure I'll be back." "5:30" she said, and a sly grin slipped onto her face. I left the shop wondering whether she was serious about the whole affair. It would be great fun, but highly unlikely. Chapter 2 - The return Two weeks had passed, and my thoughts of this woman had faded. However, on my way home from work one Friday night, I needed some milk and I drove passed the shop. I looked at my watch and noticing it was 5:25, immediately remembering our passed encounter. A smile crept onto my face and I pulled over. As I entered, I was almost immediately met by the patron. "Hello stranger", she said warmly. Her cream satin blouse was the first thing I noticed, as it hugged her ample torso. Her black satin skirt emphasised her wide womanly hips. I looked up to her face and was met with a radiant smile beaming back. "Hi," I said, "long time no see. How are you?" "Well, I'm fine thank-you, but I'm just about to close." she replied. "I just need some milk for my tea," I replied, "do I have time?" "I've always got time for you," she replied, with a hint of sincerity in her voice. "If you don't mind though, I have to do the till - feel free to look around." I smiled and thanked her, and then walked to the fridge. "You not off out tonight then?" I heard her call across the shelves. "Not tonight", I replied, "I'm all set for a nice relaxing weekend. Just me and my telly for two stress free days." Our last conversation came back to me in a flash. Shop-lifting I thought. I smiled to myself, wondering how that would end up. I looked at the shelves opposite the fridge, and decided I wanted a bit of fun. From the CCTV, she watched as her "customer" took something from a shelf and put it in his pocket. I moved along and took something else. She smiled to herself and walked over to the door, and locked it. Returning to the monitor, her "customer" had moved to the far end of the store and was at the magazine rack. "Oh, I can't do this," I thought to myself. "What if she was joking, or forgot about our conversation?" I took the magazine from my belt and was returning it to the shelf, when I heard a noise behind me. I turned and came face to face with the patron. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she said sternly. Her arms crossed before her, just below her ample bosom. "Thought about taking advantage while I trusted you heah?" she sneered. "N, n, n, no" I stammered. "I mean, I was thinking about it, but I've changed my mind." "After you've been caught you mean? How convenient," she retorted. "I should let you go, is that what you are saying?" She glared at me and I felt so embarrassed. I was like a rabbit in the beam of headlights. "Give me the magazine," she ordered. Slowly I passed it to her, my eyes firmly buried to the ground. "Forced Womanhood," she read, "A slight deviation from your usual muck," she bulked. "I didn't look at the title, I was just..." "Shut up" she barked. "And to think I trusted you. Come with me." Her voice was authoritative, and I knew she was angry. I sheepishly followed as she went to the rear entrance of the shop. "Take your shoes off before coming in here," she said, "I don't want you getting mud on my carpet before the police come." "Oh please, don't call the police - I honestly was going to return them all." "All?" she quizzed. "There's more? - Take your shoes off and come upstairs." Sheepishly, I removed my shoes, and followed her to the landing. "In there," she barked, pushing me through a door. Inside was obviously her living room. She followed close behind, pushing me as we went. "Look, I'm sorry, I'll pay for everything - I have money," I pleaded. "Yes, and then you'll come back and try again," she replied. "I won't - honest. Ban me from your shop," I replied, hoping she would show some clemency. "Take you jacket off," she barked. Her face so stern, I had to comply. She rifled through my pockets, removing item after item. Stockings, baked beans, balloons. "Turn around and put your arms behind your back," she ordered. As I did so, she continued, "I don't trust you in my house, who knows what'll be in your pockets before you leave?" She "conveniently produced a pair of handcuffs from the table next to her and fastened my hands securely behind my back. "There," she exclaimed. "Now your dirty hands can't get into mischief." I began to try and plead again, but she cut me short. "Silence!" I want to know what else you've got your grubby mitts on." With that she moved closer. "Have you anything under your shirt?" she enquired. My answer didn't subdue her, and she began to move her hands across my shoulders, and down my body. The sensations running through me were electric, and my cock
began to respond. "Hmm," she said, "I can't feel anything, but if you're hiding something, I'll find it." With that, she began to unbutton my shirt. She pulled the shirt clear of my trousers and disappointedly exclaimed "Hmm, nothing there." She then tugged at my shirt and pulled it clear from my shoulders. Expertly, she then pulled the sleeves through the cuffs and removed it completely. "Look, I'm so..." I begun. "Silence!!" she finished. "I want to know exactly what you have taken from me." I bowed my head and said, "It's all in the coat. Please, I am really sorry." "Sorry for what - taking or getting caught?" she replied. She moved in front of me and said, "Well, I haven't checked your trousers yet." The Amazonian beauty reached around behind me, and began to caress my buttocks. I looked down at her as her hand gently glided over my bum. "Hmm, I can't find anything there," she exclaimed. She stood and looked me straight in the eye. Her stern expression sent shivers down my spine. She slowly circled her prey, standing behind me now. Her hands gently moved into my front pockets and gradually, seductively moved deeper and deeper. I gasped as I felt her hands running inside my pockets, lower - lower. Her left hand brushed against my now inflated member, and rapidly grabbed hold. "Ah ha," she exclaimed. "What do we have here? Some more of your ill gotten gains?" "No, no," I exclaimed in panic, "That's my..." not quite knowing how to tell her, I broke into silence. She gently squeezed and fondled me through my pocket. "Well, they'll have to come off!" she exclaimed. Her face now not able to hide her delight at my predicament, she slowly walked around in front of her captive. She grabbed my belt and pulled hard. Quickly releasing it. She moved onto the button, then the clip. She stared into my face defiantly, as she slowly dragged my zip down and then let my trousers fall to the floor. She again moved behind me. "Spread your legs," she barked, and as if by instinct I tried to comply, but with my trousers tangled around my legs, I had to kick them off. I spread my legs wide and her hands began to caress my bum again. Slowly one moved round to the front, while the other moved between my legs. "You've hidden it in your underpants, you dirty sod," she exclaimed. "I hope it's not edible, how can I sell that on knowing where it's been?" she said. Her hands took my balls in full, and she gently squeezed. Her other began to gently stroke my now engorged member. "They'll have to come off," she exclaimed as both hands swiftly left their parts, and yanked down my underpants. I gasped, but could not hide my embarrassment. She again moved in front of me, and stared at my now exposed member. "Oh", was all she could say as she licked her bright red lips. She lifted her foot, and trod my pants to the floor and ordered me out. I obediently stepped out of my underpants leaving me in just socks. My face was burning as I watched her stare at my exposed manhood. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me backwards. I stumbled, but remained standing as she grabbed a scarf and bound my ankle to the leg of the sofa. "My mistake - but you had it coming." She grabbed my arm and spun me around until I was behind the sofa, facing it. She swiftly moved behind me and kicked my other leg telling me to spread them wide. My balance was severely impaired, but I managed to hop on my one unbound leg. She tied a second scarf around my leg and forced me to spread wider. Before long, I was bound by both legs to either foot of the sofa. She pushed me hard, and my upper body flopped over the back of the chair. With a chuckle in her voice she exclaimed, "Oh dear - what a pickle you've got yourself in - and to think I haven't even thought of your punishment yet." she chuckled. Her hands gently gliding up and down my back."I don't think I'll bother calling the police - I'm sure I can think up some delicious punishments for you myself." With that her hand fell onto my arse and sent a sharp pain through my body. My loud yelp muffled her sweet chuckling. She again raised her hand, and dropped it swiftly and enjoyed the resounding THWACK that could be heard. With delight she continued the onslaught, but my pleas went un-noticed. She stopped the beating and gently began to caress my bum. Her soothing hands felt good as they moved around. They slowly began to slide down between my cheeks. Her finger gently brushed against my hole, followed by each finger on her hand, and all I could do was gasp in short breaths. "Hmm, I think you like that," she gently said. Her hand carried on its journey, gently stroking and fondling my balls. I groaned and her hand took hold of my cock and began to squeeze it. She stroked it all the way up the shaft, and I closed my eyes and purred. She reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling me upright. As she stood behind me, she reached round, and began to gently stroke my chest. As she glided them across my nipples she heard me gasp and moan. "Ooo, do you have sensitive nipples?" she quizzed. "Y..y...yes" I answered, soaking up the pleasure. Suddenly, she sharply pinched my left nipple with her finger and thumb. "Hmm, you have a girls nipples!" she teased, and walked away. She returned with a cunning grin upon her face, twirling a large black bra around her finger. Her gait was slow and assured - her hips swinging seductively as she moved. "For a girls nipples, we have a girls bra," She exclaimed. "You can't be serious?" I asked nervously, "You can't put that on me!" "You don't think so?" she retorted. "And why ever not? You do after all have sensitive nipples, just like a girl," she said as she un- cuffed my arms. Again I laughed nervously, as she continued, "Arms up!" "I'm not putting that on!" I exclaimed defiantly. With that, she grinned, and walked round behind me. She shoved me over the sofa again. "You won't?" she quizzed, "we'll see about that." She reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. I gasped as she began to squeeze. "Ok, ok" I cried, "I'll do it - please don't squeeze them." "Take it," she said passing the bra over my shoulder. As I took the bra, she grabbed my hair and hauled me to my feet. "Put it on!" she barked. I slowly examined the large black satin bra, and then pulled it up my arms, as her hand remained firm around my balls. As I reached my shoulders, she quickly released her grip and took the bra. "Here, let me help you," she said calmly as she fastened the bra around my chest. "There, you do look darling," she exclaimed with a girlish chuckle in her voice. She pulled the bra so it settled correctly and adjusted the straps to fit. I held my head low, feeling the heat billowing from my crimson face. "Ah, what's wrong sweetie?" she cooed, "not feeling quite so brave now heah?" she jeered. I tried to look her in the face, but could not raise my head for the shame. "Well, I think this is wonderful - perhaps we should continue on this theme - what do you think?" she teased. I did not reply, and was therefore pushed back over the sofa and spanked yet again. "Ow, ow ... It's a wonderful idea," I pleaded, the pain beginning to weaken my resolve. With this she stopped her thrashing, and again walked from the room. This time she returned carrying a buddle of frothy looking clothing. My heart pounded, and the atmosphere was electric. What was going to happen? "Now, to stop you from getting any funny ideas, I'm going to tie your arms to the legs of the sofa," she explained as she tied scarves from my wrists to each of the front legs of the sofa. "There," she exclaimed as she finished. She looked me in the eye, and stood. Our eyes met, and mine followed her to the standing position. She was truly confident of her position now, and her smug smile sent shivers through me. To think I was expecting to get to bed with this beautiful woman. "Right, now for your legs," she said. "I have some nice black stockings here for you, aren't they nice?" she enquired. Not being able to see behind me anymore, I couldn't watch as she began to pull the stockings onto my legs. As she dragged them up, I felt a shiver as her hands passed my inner thigh. Her hands brushing against my balls as she settled the stockings in place. "Now the belt," she said as she placed something around my waist. Before long, the suspender belt and the stockings were truly on, and attached. "Oh delightful," she exclaimed, "You do have a lovely derri?re," she exclaimed. My embarrassment began to well again. She was laughing as she returned in front of me, and she crouched before me. She took my chin in her hand and said, "Are you enjoying yourself young man? I bet you wish you had never taken that stuff now don't you?" She continued to laugh as she stoked my hair tenderly. Well, I'm not sure what else I can do with you in your present position," she said, "but you may be pleased to know I have thought of your punishment". "What?" I exclaimed, "but I thought this was my punishment?" "Oh no," she chided, "This is just for my pleasure. Your punishment will take place tomorrow. You will..." Just then the phone interrupted her. "Hello. Mrs. Charlesworth speaking", she answered. "Oh hello Margaret, how are you?" "Yes, I'm fine thanks." "Tonight? Oh I'm sorry dear, I'm busy tonight, my Saturday girl can't come in tomorrow, so I'm training her replacement up at the moment." She looked over at me with a huge grin on her face. I looked back at her, staring in disbelief. She can't be serious I thought. No, it's not a bind - well, not for me anyway. She's such a sweet girl, you'll have to come in and meet her tomorrow." "Yes, ok. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye", she hung up the phone and sat staring at me. "You're not serious?" I quizzed. "You can't expect me to work in your shop... not as a girl?" "Oh, but I can," she exclaimed. "I think I can make you quite pretty, and very convincing, and it'll be in your interest to be convincing. You don't want anyone knowing the truth now do you?" she laughed, and all I could do was panic. "Now, now, stop all that struggling," she said as she leapt to her feet. She hurriedly approached, and began to spank my bum until I stopped struggling at my bonds. "It is your fault you are in this mess," she explained. "Had you not tried to steal from me, I would never have brought you up here" "But, I was only doing it because you said..." "Silence!" she shouted. "You stole from me, and for that you should be punished. Don't spoil that now. Now, if you make any attempt to escape, I'm going to call the police, and tell them I caught you putting my things on. Can you imagine how you'd be treated at the station if they heard that story?" she threatened. With that, she untied my arms. She again moved behind me, and grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. She began to caress the bra I was wearing, teasing my nipples with the ball of her hand. "Hmm, you like that don't you?" she asked knowingly. I held my head back and groaned my approval. She then took something, and pushed it into the cup of the bra. As she released it, I could feel its weight pulling on the straps and my shoulders. "There", she exclaimed, "That bra was far too big for you, but now it looks just right." She dropped the second water filled balloon into the cup and pushed and squeezed them until she was happy they were seated properly. "There, you are such a big girl now aren't you?" she chuckled. "Now", she snapped. "Time for some more clothes, I think." With that, her hand again passed between my legs and firmly gripped my balls. I gasped as I felt her grip tighten. "Oh please, stop, don't do that," I pleaded. "Shut up and put this on," she said handing me a pink outfit. As I took it and tried to hold it up, I found it was a satin dress. It had so much lace, and frills, it was difficult to work out what part of it I was holding. Before long, I had worked out where the hem was, and pulled it over my head. As I struggled to get my arms through the holes, her hands left my balls and assisted me in my plight. As my arms finally emerged from the sleeves, her hands met them immediately, and pulled them behind me and again fastened the cuffs. "Don't want you getting any funny ideas now do we?" she laughed. She tugged at the dress, and played with the sleeves, before she finally began to drag the zip up the back. I felt the cool material tighten about my body as the dress slowly entrapped me within its the silky confines. She then took the belt and pulled it tight around my waist, tying it in a big bow behind me. I felt tears begin to come to my eyes, as I felt totally humiliated by this woman. What was she doing to me? "Oh darling, you look absolutely divine," she exclaimed as she stood back to look at me. I had my eyes closed because where ever I looked, there was a reminder of what was happening. She moved a chair behind me and plonked me down. "Now, your make-up," she exclaimed as she left the room. Her voice emphasised her enjoyment as to what she was doing, and further added to my shame. She returned carrying a box that, I was soon to learn carried her make-up. "I'll just sit here," she said as she wiggled her bum onto my lap. "We'll start with some powder," she explained as she began to attack my face with a large brush. "Oh, perfect," she said as she leant back, taking a good look at her work. "Eye shadow next I think." She expertly applied coats of powder to my lids. Mascara soon followed as she told me to look this way, then that. "Careful now, sit still," she cautioned as she attacked my eyes with the eye-liner pencil. She then began to put blusher on my cheeks, carefully inspecting her work to ensure it was evenly applied. "Now the lips," she hoarsely said. Her excitement was showing, and she was herself beginning to blush. She stared at my mouth as she gently traced a line around my lips. She sat back quickly, and returned the pencil to the box. She took out the lipstick, and gently unscrewed it. She glanced up to my face and watched as I stared in horror at the lipstick. The deep pink shade was so ... Well, girly! "Pout", and I did. She rubbed the stick across my lips. "Open" and I responded.  She continued to apply. "Make an `O'" and the lipstick continued. "There," she finally exclaimed. "All done." "My god Mrs. Charlesworth, what have you done to me?" I pleaded. "I look ridiculous." "Nonsense my dear - you look absolutely perfect", she contradicted, "except for one thing." She stood and walked to the chair, and raised a dark mass of hair. As she returned, her stare was intense. She was indeed proud of her creation, and was enjoying the events. "Sit still while I put this on," she said putting the wig upon my head. When in place, she began to brush the curls, and gently tease the hair into the style she wanted. "Hmm, I think some finishing touches are required." She exclaimed as she turned and left the room again. When she returned, she placed an Alice band upon my head, teasing my hair into place. She fastened a small locket around my neck, and clipped ear-rings to my lobes. Finally a pair of black patent leather 1" sweet little girls shoes were buckled to my feet. "Oh, how sweet!" she exclaimed. "Now stand-up, sweetheart," she said lovingly. She helped me to my feet, and then pushed me again over the sofa. "I'm going to untie your legs now," she explained. "You will have noticed that your clothes are no-where to be seen, so please don't get any silly ideas of escaping, unless you want to leave like you are now." She chuckled as she untied my legs and helped me move my feet together. As I did so, she managed to have me stand into a mass of frothy petticoat, and quickly pulled it up under the skirt of my dress. She made me stand and began to fuss with the skirt of the dress. She walked me from behind the sofa to the centre of the room. She stood back and stared at me for a while. I felt so uncomfortable, not believing what I must look like. I held my head down, and caught a glimpse of my ample bosom. I closed my eyes, and felt tears again in my eyes. She broke my silent misery, "My gosh, you do look so, so pretty. I really can't believe it." She slowly walked towards me, and slowly turned me round. She unfastened the hand-cuffs and move away. "Hold your hands in front of you daring," she whispered. I was no longer ready to fight, and slowly moved my hands into my lap. My head was bowed, although my eyes were closed. "Come," she said, "Come and see yourself." She held out her hand, and I reached out to it. Perhaps I was reaching out for sort of comfort in her hand. She led me from the front room into her bedroom. A wardrobe was in the far corner of the room, and she walked over to it, and opened the door. I gasped in shock at what befell my eyes. A mirror was on the door, and looking back at me was... an illusion. I looked at her feet, dainty patent leather shoes buckled neatly to stocking clad feet. The sheer black stockings stretched up the slender legs, until they met a billowing white petticoat. The multitude of layers caused the little pink party frock to protrude innocently from her legs. The layers of pink lace around the hem and the fullness of the skirt dwarfed the legs. The sash around her waist showed off her nimble stature. The large bow behind, just visible from the side. The bodice, covered in more lace held close an ample bosom, which cast a shadow upon the sash. The short sleeves puffed out enormously, giving the arms the appearance of being slim and petite. The ruffles at the end of the sleeves matched the ruffles around the hem. Around the neck, a small pendant caught the light and sparkled. The long brown curly hair cascaded down upon the slender neck. The pink Alice band, held the hair from her face, with just a small tuft of hair hanging sweetly onto her forehead. Her angelic face was so sweet, but so sexy at the same time. My mouth was open, in aghast. What was I looking at? I glanced over at Mrs. Charlesworth and back to the image before me. Mrs. Charlesworth, was smiling proudly, her chest heaving as she looked on. I was in a state of shock, not knowing what I was looking at. It was a contradiction. It was an innocent girl of around 10, but she was actually about 20. But it wasn't a 20 year old girl, it was me - a 35 year old man!! I slowly lowered my eyes, and took the hem of the skirt in my hands. I looked down and came face to face with my own bust. I raised one hand, and began to smooth the dress over my bosom, moving it slowly down across my stomach. I looked into the mirror again, watching the girl ape my movements. I slowly raised my head to Mrs. Charlesworth. "What have you done to me?" I said, in a small frail voice. She moved towards me and took me in her arms. She pulled my head into the nap of her neck. She stroked my hair, and soothed me. I wanted to cry... I wanted to scream... I wanted to hold this woman tight. "There, there," she soothed. "You look absolutely divine. You must admit that you do look very pretty don't you?" "As what? An adolescent girl, or a sexy minx?" I replied, not sure as to what I was. She pulled my head from her neck and gazed into my eyes. Her big brown eyes were full of tenderness. She loved what she had created. Her moist lips moved so slowly to mine, and they gently brushed together. She moved her arm around my waist and held me firmly against her body. Our breasts pushing against each other now. She gradually moved me towards the bed, and we toppled on. She gripped the back of my head, and passionately invaded my mouth with her tongue. Her hands began to paw at my body - this girls body. My hands were now moving across her buttocks, squeezing, pulling her closer to me. My tongue was deep within her mouth, and wrestling with her tongue. My cock had sprung to life, and was fighting with the layers of netting that now held it as a captive. Her hand began to fight the petticoat, trying to rescue the prisoner beneath. She could squeeze it, but the netting was always around. She pulled away, and pinned me to the bed. She spun around, and her hands thrashed at the netting, before finally reaching her prey. She straddled my head, and swooped upon the netted victim. Her hungry mouth engulfed her prize, as her body fell to my face. My tongue became busy between her silken thighs, lapping at her juices. Her stockings were wrapped around my head, and mine around hers. We twisted and turned, rolled and rolled. She was on top, but soon it was me. Which girl was the dominant one, me or her? She spun again, and pinned me to the bed. Her hungry mouth plunging down on my face. Her tongue greedily tasting my mouth at will. I could do nothing, but lay there, bucking against her movements. My cock found its way to her moist and warm sanctuary, and finally I was home. Finally, my dream from before this all started was realised. Finally I was fucking this beautiful woman. But I wasn't. She was fucking me. She rose up on her arms. Her hands holding my shoulders against the mattress. She looked down upon me, and I gazed up at her. Her luscious lips broke into a radiant smile before she plunged back down. Her rhythmic hip movement worked her pussy around my cock. I could stand this no longer. I was feeling the rising tempo. The passion was boiling over. She squeezed her legs around me, and tensed. Her rapid breathing began to stagger, as I knew she was close. I thrust hard against her and she against me. Our skirts were completely entwined, and I could hold on no more. I grunted as a man would do, and spent myself deep within her. She continued to buck and screamed. She came, and again. She collapsed on top of me. Our sweating bodies in a mass of frills and lace. Her heavy breathing by my ear began to slow, and my cock began to recede. Our arms still held each other close, I did not want to break from this position. Her head moved slowly, and began to gently kiss my neck. She stroked my hair and I hers. I wanted to sigh her name, but somehow sighing "Mrs. Charlesworth" seemed inappropriate. I didn't know her name. Where could this go?? What can become of a relationship between a woman with a passion for raping a sweet 10 year old girl that's actually a 20 year old girl that is really a 35 year old man? What if it is a one off? What of my "punishment"? Who will help Mrs. Charlesworth in the shop tomorrow?? What about Margarets visit? So many loose ends!!