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Lesley part 18

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Lesley part 18Rob tried Lesley’s mobile for the fifth and last time. When the call went straight to voicemail, he disconnected immediately. He scrolled down the contact list in his phones log, and decided who he would ring. Earlier that day he had taken a half Viagra tablet, and his cock was needing relief. His intention had been to rag Lesley all afternoon when she finished work, but she was unobtainable for some reason, so he was looking to find a replacement who would appreciate his services. He picked a lady who had been recently made a widow, and who had dropped hints to give her a ring if he was free some time. She was a lady in her early sixties and quite a handsome specimen. Rob was sure she would be open to a bit of ‘afternoon delight’, and pressed her contact no…. Fifteen minutes later he was changing the bedclothes….all thought of Lesley, temporary forgotten. Alan McPeevie left work and set off to goto his hotel…whistling along to the radio as he drove. He was in high spirits and looking forward to his evening ahead, not being able to envisage any problem that would or could spoil his excellent mood. He decided that before he left, he would give old Ernie a treat. The old goat deserved that…at least. He envisioned himself being like Ernie when he was his age….or worse probably. He couldn’t imagine any nurse or carer being happy with Alan McPeevie as there patient. He laughed out loud at that thought, and then let his mind think of his plans for this evening. Lesley is as gullible as they come, he thought, it was a real pity they were so far from his home on the west coast of Scotland, he could have had a ball then. Mary would have loved getting to grips with this slut…she would have made her life a misery. Two years ago she had one of his little sluts naked for three days and fucked her incessantly with a strap on, while Alan was at work. She ended up quitting her job and then tried to make trouble for McPeevie, failing miserably because of the photos and recordings, all showing her smiling. That was always the way they operated, find them, blackmail them, fuck them, and then get rid of them. But make sure they SMILED. ‘Devious fuckers’ he said out loud as he pulled into the carpark. A quick pint was in order before he had dinner with his gay director. He went straight to the bar, ordered a Guinness and then picked a photograph of a naked Lesley and sent it on to her mobile….just to remind her… He smiled and took a long drink of his cold beer. Lesley was still in a real funk. Her phone was still switched off but she knew she had to turn it on because that bastard Scotsman was due to ring her any time. She still had to contact Rob, realising she was still getting paid for caring for him and she hadn’t been ther at all today. She was still in the same dowdy clothes she had left work in and she felt a mess. It was six o’clock and the k**s were due back from football practice where dad was picking them up from. She couldn’t ask dad to look after them again as he had a lodge meeting tonight and wasn’t available. She had to sort alternative care…and soon. She switched her phone on at six thirty and saw she had a few missed calls from Rob, but not for forty five minutes. She couldn’t bare talking to him so she sent him a text saying she wasn’t well, but would see him in the morning, all being well. She was owed a few favours by some other mums, so she phoned a few numbers until she got someone who the k**s could go to till she was finished. She thought what she meant by ‘finished’ ….but couldn’t decide how it would, so she pushed it out of her mind. The k**s arrived home, and her kaçak bahis dad left almost immediately for his meeting, not giving him any time to interrogate her about her behaviour. That, at least, pleased her. She told the k**s to get there homework done, quick, as they were going to a friends for a few hours..pleasing them no end, and bringing high fives and whooping and hollering. Lesley ran a bath and stripped the dowdy clothes off and slipped into the hot radox added bath. She was drifting off to sleep when her phone pinged…announcing a text message. It could only be from Rob or fat Alan she guessed. It was the latter. “Be hear at 8..douche your arse.” Fuck….She washed all her body meticulously not wanting not to annoy this man or give him reason to be angry. She sc****d her mound with a razor, and jumped out of the bath to get the well hidden douche from the bathroom cupboard. Fifteen minutes later she was ready to dry herself, all holes either douched or gargled, every, eventuality covered……she hoped. She dried her hair, and then contemplated what to wear. She decided to go in a summer dress that allowed her to go bra less, enabling her, at least, not to lose another bra. A simple, plain white thong was the only other thing she wore. She wore no makeup and only used a cheap body spray. The impression she intended to give, was….I’m here…do what you want…but…I’m not happy. At seven thirty, she packed the k**s into the car and set off for the temporary c***d minders, allowing plenty time to get to the hotel, afterwards. The k**s were laughing and joking on….making Lesley feel a little better about what was happening tonight. At least they were excited about there evening. Twenty minutes later she was walking in to the hotel, when she saw McPeevie at the bar talking to a man she recognised from work, but did not know what his name was. She walked into the bar at the same time as they were shaking hands and saying goodbye to one another. Lesley and the man passed each other, him not noticing her and her looking at the floor anyway. She walked up to the bar and McPeevie letched her as she approached. “Perfect timing pet. That’s our big boss, and he’s away to get some tail doon in the toon. He’ll be getting some rent boy to swallow his dick tonight…there’s nowt so sure” he said in broad Scottish. “Wid yee like a drink gurrl?” He offered quite nicely, making Lesley even more on edge. She wasn’t going to be sucked in by his mind games. Or so she thought. “Err..I’ll have a half of lager…ppplease””Ok…your looking nice…” She felt sicker…”let’s go into the corner while I finish my beer…bring them over here…” She got the message immediately…she was there to serve… She picked up the half of lager and his pint of Guinness and carried them over into the alcove where he was already sitting. “Next time you come here you will be better prepared. Wear makeup…and lipstick…bright red…if you haven’t got any, buy some…I love lipstick on my sluts. Wear nice perfume and and always give anybody watching, the impression that you are pleased to see me. I know Mary said no kissing, but you will always kiss me on the lips when you come into this hotel. You are here to please me, and you will do exactly as I say, or you will lose your job and be on every porn site imaginable strutting your slut arse for everybody to see. Am I clear enough….gurrl” “Yes Mr McPeevie. I I I have to pick my c***dren by ten…will that be ok.””Mmmm ok this time yes. In the future I might want you to stay all night depends on how horny I am. If I’ve fucked you at work I might not need you as much…so…as bets10 güvenilir mi I’ve already had my balls emptied once today…I’ll let you away early….did you get ya arse sorted…I’m a lover of arse to mouth, and Mary says I’ve to always get me sluts passages clean first…if it wiz doon te me I’d just pit it in ya mooth dirty…she says no…get them squirted clean…so…shes the boss…hahaha., if ya haven’t done it…tough luck. Now, just pull ya dress doon a wee bit and let me see your tits again…Mary fair loved that wedge in ya tit. Says she’s gonna have one done this weekend. Might even get her pussy done too. It’ll tek a big ring in that pussy though…it’s had ‘some’ cock over the years. Hahahaha. She’s getting some more tnight too. By fuck she’s a dirty bitch…much like you eh?, Lesley, …she won’t be getting as big a tongue as your gonna get though..haha..now…pull it down..gid gurrl…now…smile”. Lesley pulled one strap of her dress to one side allowing her pierced nipple to come into view. She put a forced smile on her lips and looked at McPeevie who had his camera phone at the ready when she looked up at him smiling. CLICK. He checked the result, and happy, pressed a few keys on the screen, and then the picture left by text message straight to his wife’s phone sitting in there home in Scotland. “Another wee thing….when ya come in the bar…call me Alan. Not Mr McPeevie. Not Mr Mcpervert. Not even sir! People need to know your a friend…a good friend. Not a hooker either. The staff and residents will be seeing a lot of you and they need to know your here to see me. Be a gid gurrl and you might even like it. Heehee. Now…pit ya tit away and next thing yea hef ta dee is stoke that pussy of yours up in they knickers yea hev on. I want they knickers reeking of cunt juice. Do yea understand…get ya fingers under ya wee dress and frig ya pussy through they knickers and get them minging. There’s no fucker about so get to work…when they’re wet…take them off and gee them te me…get cracking…”Lesley looked at him in disbelief. She shouldn’t have thought it was just just going to be a case of turning up, getting undressed, having quick sex, then away to pick the k**s up. Oh no…this was going to be about him degrading her…making her realise what a slut she could be, how all she was worth was to obey…to serve, to learn and most of all…to appear to enjoy it. Her hand went under her summer dress and rested on her camels toe. It was going to be an easy task….her body had let her down again….her pussy was already wet. Five minutes later her plain white thong panties were in ‘Alan’s’ hand and the crotch was visibly wet with her love juice. He made a thing of holding them in his massive hand, showing her the wet patch and how the material looked so small in his palm. How looked her in her eyes as he raised it to his nose and breathed her scent into his nostrils. “Mmmm if there’s a finer smell on gods earth…I’m yet te smell it…by fuck gurrl ye smell gid. Yeve a mighty gid smelling pussy there that’s fir sure….me cock here’s fit te burst me troosers.” He belly laughed and put Lesley’s knickers in his pocket. She dare not say anything to annoy him so she just sat there looking at him. “Drink ya drink pet…yeeve no touched it.”He finished his drink and said “Come on then gurrl. I know you’ll be desperate to get te work on me baby maker here…haha.” He rubbed his massive bulge as he stood up and pulled his trousers up by his belt again. “See this…gurrl. It’s gonna plough that arse and pussy so fucking gid, you’ll not be able te feel long mobilbahis cocks dick inside ya fuck holes for weeks after I’ve gone. In fact it’s best ya stay away from him and not let him at ya body till I go. That’s not a request by the way….”Lesley drained her lager and stood up and followed him. He suddenly stopped and took her hand, and they walked out and made there way to the lift as though they were long time lovers. He dropped his hand to her bottom as they entered the lift and pressed the floor number with his other hand. They had six floors to ascend, and his hand was on her bare flesh the whole escalating journey. He needed her flesh very roughly…as though it were dough….forcing her to bite her lip to hide the pain. “Fuck you’ve a fucking good arse gurrl. I’m gonna love doing ‘it’ soon…it’s gonna hurt though…hope you’ve brought some oil…or it’s gonna hurt you even more coz I’ve got none…hahaha”. Bit oh spit otherwise..haha…or some transferred pussy juice….dinna worry, once it’s in you’ll fucking luuuuv it. Hahaha”Lesley wanted, at that moment, to die. Quickly. They exited the lift and walked, hand still up her dress, to his room. He swiped his card in the entry slot and the door opened. He pushed her forcefully through the door and locked it. She was trapped. “Think ill shower first..you can wash me…everywhere…come on. Get that dress off…don’t want you spoiling things by walking out of here in a soaking wet dress…I’ve standards to upkeep.”‘At least it sounds like im going to get out’ Lesley thought. She folded her summer dress and put it on one of the two double beds, watching him take off his suit, standing in his shirt, and socks. He took his tie off and then the shirt….leaving him in only his socks, and the massive ladies crotchless knickers with his huge testicles and semi erect cock protruding from the extended hole in the panties. If she wasn’t so depressed, she would have burst out laughing at the sight before her. She didn’t say a word or let her face move a muscle. He took the socks off and said…”you takk these off for me, afore ye leave I’ve a job for ye wi them. I’ll tell ye later” Lesley got down on her knees and pulled the knickers down of his huge backside, having to move his belly to get her hands in to pull them down. She paid extra care when pulling his enormous balls and by now fully erect cock through the cutout hole. “Come on then…let’s get in the shower. By fuck that’s a cracking arse gurrl. Bet you’ve bin telt that afore…” He slapped her backside so hard she was nearly lifted off the ground. “Ooooh fuck” she exclaimed as she regained her balance. A bright red hand mark immediately appealred on her bum and she rubbed it to take the pain away….it didn’t work. “Now I do like a slut who swears. I fucking adore dirty talk. Mary luvvvvs me calling her a slut cunt when I’m in her arse. Haha.We had te buy a detached hoose once…coz the neighbours complained aboot her shootin aboot wanting me to fuck her arse harder at the top oh her voice. She loves her arse spanked too…so will you…these hands are built to slap arse…eh Lesley….by, lass ya divna say much..div ya? Haha. Must be frightened of big Al eh?” He bellowed with laughter as he climbed into the bath and started the shower. “Get in bitch and get to work…make me feel special….”Lesley took a deep breath and climbed into the bathtub, having to hang onto his arm to steady herself there was so little room. He put his arms up against the shower head wall, letting the water cascade down his body, and lesley immediately got the message that she was to start her duty by cleaning his arse. She looked down at the quivering mass of flesh, and, picking the bar of hotel soap up, looked at his arse, then at the soap, and then back to his arse…thinking….’this soap ain’t gonna go far” …she lathered the soap and went to work….

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