Rape Stories.

Part 9: The list

“How’s it going Dan?”

“Fine, Paul, business is good”.

“And the plan for Dads revenge?

“Well. I’m going to help myself to a bit tonight”. Should be quite an interesting evening”.

An hour later, he and Sir Gerald stood outside a Mayfair flat, waiting patiently for a response to their ringing of the doorbell.

Rrring…….Rrring,,,,,,,,

The ringing of the front doorbell brought Joanna from her reverie. For three weeks she had wondered whether she would ever hear from Sir Gerald again. The brief letter she had received yesterday dispelled any illusions she might have had. The message had been stark. ” The flat, Wednesday, 7.30p.m. cocktail dress code”. A curious excitement had permeated her preparation for the evening. She had no idea what awaited her, but she remembered the thrill generated by Sir Gerald’s previous treatment of her. The thought of spending another evening at his beck and call raised mixed emotions as she dressed herself in stockings, high heels, and knee length cocktail dress.

At 7.30pm exactly, she had opened the door I response to the bell, to be met by three young women bearing boxes. 30 minutes later, when the door bell rang again, the young women had departed, leaving behind a simple but exquisite two course meal, complete with table settings and Wine. The reason for the three place settings became clear as she opened the door to greet Sir Gerald, and a tall, good looking stranger, dressed in a dark suit and wearing an attractive quizzical smile

“Good evening, my dear”, may I introduce Dan Hegarty. He has an interest in our campaign to elect your Husband, and I thought it was time you met.”

For two hours the three of them made small talk over over the smoked duck starter and Grilled sea bass. Several glasses of the most exquisite white wine had been consumed when Joanna glibly apologised for the absence of a dessert.

“But Joanna, what do you think you are here for?” “Dan, here, is the custodian of the Party short list, and this is your opportunity to show him what you are prepared to do to ensure that Henry is on it”. As he spoke, Dan stood up, moved an armchair into the middle of the sitting room, and placed it facing the sofa, upon which he sat down.

To Joanna, the temperature appeared to drop two or three degrees as icicles of uncertainty ran down her spine. Dan smiled at her.

“Please”, he called through to the dining room. “Come here, that’s a good girl”

Such a patronising address, particularly to a woman of her maturity left her in no doubt about her position, and she stood up, walked through to the sitting room, and sat down in the chair.

“Stand up, I didn’t tell you to sit”. His voice was quiet, but menacing, and left no scope for disobedience. She stood looking at him for instruction.

“Joanna here is a bit of a slut, aren’t you”, questioned Sir Gerald.

“Yes sir” responded Joanne, falling swiftly into the role demanded of her.

“A very good looking one though”, agreed Dan, addressing no one in particular. Then, to Joanne “Why don’t you show me a little more of you. Raise your dress”.

Joanne reached down and smoothed her palms up her legs, pulling the hem of her dress above her stocking tops.

“Come on, now”, you can do better than that” chuckled Sir Gerald, ” show us your knickers”.

She understood full well that Sir Gerald knew she wasn’t wearing any. He had told her what to wear, after all. She glanced at Dan, noted his amused stare, and slowly lifted the hem of her dress until it uncovered her neatly trimmed bush. She was not surprised when he leaned forward, demanded that she part her legs, and slowly rubbed his finger along her slit. Despite herself, she could not help responding to the slow, lazy stroking of her sex. A mixture of arousal and shame made the experience all the more exciting for her, and she could feel the little bulb of her clit become more prominent, almost as though it was reaching for stimulus.

“Take off your dress”

“Yes Sir!” She slipped the dress over her head, trying all the time to maintain contact between her aroused sex, and her busy fingers. She became almost so engrossed in the pleasure of it all, that she nearly missed the instruction to “Sit Down”.

Biting her bottom lip in frustration, she moved away from Dan’s probing finger, and settled back into the armchair, legs together, hands clasped firmly, as if praying.

Dan leaned forward, towards her, hands held loosely on his knees, that damned smile still playing on his lips.

“Spread your legs for me”. She did so, her hands moving at the same time onto her now separated knees.

“Lift your legs over the arms of the chair”. She felt her cheeks glow with embarrassment at the thought of exposing herself in such a shameful way.

“Masturbate!”

Totally unexpected, the instruction hit her like a hammer. Surely he didn’t expect her to do such a thing in front of both of them? She glanced around her, looking for Sir Gerald, but he appeared to have moved into another room. Relieved, she slid her right hand down to her crotch. She felt the familiar warmth rushing to her genitals as she slowly rubbed the outside of her labia. He looked across at her, fixing her with his all-knowing eyes, certain of the pleasure she was feeling. Her movements quickened, and she felt a rush of lubrication flood from her vagina. She slipped first one, then two fingers into herself, and leaned back, closing her eyes as the waves of pleasure began to build.

“Look at me!” Another instruction! more difficult to do this time! She tried to look away, but he placed his finger on her chin and gently drew her face back to his.

“Tell me what you want from me he asked her in a whisper”

“I want my husbands name on the shortlist” she panted, her breathing quickening with the ministrations of her fingers.

“And?”

“And I want you to make love to me” she whispered, almost under her breath as she uttered it.”

“No you don’t. You want sex! Don’t you!”

“Yes! Yes!” She moaned, her pleasure building steadily, her hand moving quicker, her temperature rising.

As her climax started to build, she again closed her eyes and leaned back. This time, Dan let her sink into the folds of the chair, stood up, and slowly began to remove his clothing. A hand at her head slowly drew her face to one side. As it did so, she felt the cool rubbery feel of something brush across her lips. She opened her eyes to find Sir Gerald, naked, thrusting his throbbing organ at her face. Slowly opening her mouth, she slipped his tool inside and began to slide her tongue up and down it’s length. Down below, hands prised her fingers from her quim. She moaned, grunted a plea to allow her to continue, felt the flow of air around her nether parts, then, suddenly his hot tongue teased the bud of her clitoris. Her climax was instant, and shattering. All reason gone, she twisted and turned against his rapier-like thrusts. Her moans grew louder, her sucking and licking of Sir Geralds organ grew more frantic, until, as her second orgasm ripped through her, he also came. Thick streams of spunk splashed against the back of her throat adding to her feeling of degradation.

She felt Sir Gerald shrink and withdraw. She slid deeper into the chair, still pushing against his tongue, winding slowly down from her high. She felt him pull away.

“Stand up!” He dragged her to her feet. Sliding behind her, he slipped into the chair she had just vacated. Spinning her around, he pulled her down, kissed her full on the mouth, and lifted her bodily onto his rampant dick. She felt his enormous weapon stretch and penetrate her so deeply that she was concerned he might damage her womb. She had never experienced sensations like this before. She began to lift herself up and down on his tool. His eyes locked onto hers, willing her to move faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until yet another orgasm drove her wild with lust. She lay, exhausted, slumped along his body, impaled on his dick when she felt movement behind her. Spittle dripped onto her arse, followed by a gentle, but insistent probing of a finger against her nether entrance.

“No!, No!, please, not there.”

“I’ll put it where I like, slut” whispered Sir Gerald. His voice was husky, distorted by lust. His dick was ramrod stiff, and as he penetrated her arsehole she felt it stretch the membrane between her orifices, pressing against Dan’s dick on the other side. The feeling was unimaginable. The two men began to move, slowly, synchronised, rhythmically, speeding up as the mood developed. Joanna lost all contact with her feelings. All she could sense was a growing heat, urgency, No! Desperation!

“Please, Please, Please. PLEASE, PLEEAAASE!!! Her control left her. Screaming her release she slumped full length onto Dan’s body. Behind her Sir Gerald spent furiously up her arse, whilst below her, Dan pumped spasticity into her welcoming quim.

She remembered little about the next half hour. The men dressed, drank a little whisky and discussed her willingness and performance in the crudest of language. She lay there, naked, covered in sweat and semen, wishing she could hate them, but finding she could only despise herself. She had enjoyed it, loved it even, wanted more, that was the awful truth , she was truly a slut.

She heard the door open, and looked up. As they left, Sir Gerald and Dan glanced back and smiled.

“Goodnight Mrs Jeavons, till the next time.” Said Dan, that infuriating sardonic smile back on his lips. “Oh, and by the way, Henry made the list”

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Part 10: First Payback

The weather was foul. A howling gale, remnants of a far distant hurricane lashed rain and hail against the window of Dave Willis’ house. On the screen, his maid, Celeste lay on her back, fingers hard at work, easing herself to orgasm. Willis looked on, bored by yet another repetition of a scene with which he was too familiar. If he hadn’t been so bored he would never have heard the knock on the door above the noise of the wind. He opened it, and stepped out onto his porch. There was no sign of the visitor, and he was already soaked when he turned around and noticed the package. Picking it up, he dashed inside to open it. The package was addressed to him, just his name, no address. Inside, a videotape, unmarked except for the inscription MARS 1.

Intrigued, he switched off Celeste, inserted the tape, and hit the PLAY button. The scene greeting him was of a young girl wearing a blouse, short(ish) skirt, white ankle socks, and sneakers. Her short bobbed haircut and sharp, pointed features gave her an elfin-like quality that Willis found particularly attractive but also vaguely familiar. She was sitting in a chair, a television playing in the corner of a very expensively decorated room. Although there were no titles, it was clear to Willis that he was watching a very well made but amateur home movie.

The girl was clearly uneasy, fidgeting in her seat, flipping TV channels several times a minute, and glancing at her watch several times. A ring at the doorbell had her jumping up out of her seat and dashing off camera to the hidden doorway.

“Mark, Thank god it’s you” he heard her say. “Did you bring it?”

“No!” The gruff answer only served to increase her agitation.

“You promised,” she wailed, walking backwards into camera shot clutching the shirt of an unkempt young man with a disdainful expression on his face. “I need it, you know I do.”

“Shut up, bitch. Steve’s bringing it. He won’t be long.” As he spoke, the girl cowered backwards, hopping from foot to foot.

“No, No!, you know what he does to me, you shouldn’t bring him here.”

“Listen bitch, you just make sure you do as you’re told. Understand! Make me happy by making my friend happy. If you don’t like it get your shit from someone else.” As he spoke he moved back to the door, opened it, and greeted his friend Steve. The girl backed away, again so far that the camera lost sight of her. A babble of off-screen voices led to the entrance of three of the biggest Black men Willis had ever seen outside a boxing ring. The shortest of the three was not only more than six feet tall, he was also clearly the leader. He walked in as though he owned the place, and without pre-amble walked up to a small bar and poured himself a drink.

“Where is the bitch? Get her in here!”

Dave Willis sat, hunched forward, staring at the screen. There was no doubt in his mind about the nature of the film he was watching. That was also clear to the girl, judging from the way she was behaving. He stood up, dropped his trousers, and sat back down, his dick straining in his shorts.

On screen, Mark reappeared, pulling the girl by her hair until she stood, quaking, in front of the big black. “Say hello to Steve” he leered. “Steve has what you want.”

Steve reached out a hand, gently stroked her cheek, then gripped her chin, pulling her face up until she was almost on tiptoe. “I’ve got everything you need, don’t I. The question is, do you know how to get it?”

“I think so” she murmured, eyes fixed on his but her body trying to pull away. “Meet my friends” he chuckled, spinning her round to face the others. “Boney and Clyde” he laughed. “Please excuse the pun.”

The girl was certainly not worried about the pun, she was much more concerned about Steve’s hand slowly unfastening the top two buttons of her blouse. “Say hello Janey, no need to stand on formality here.”

Sitting in the dark, slowly pumping his cock with anticipation, the name Janey registered in the back of Willis’ mind. No wonder the girl looked familiar, it was his own beloved granddaughter. What the hell was going on here. He knew he had no power to stop what was happening on the screen, but he couldn’t bring himself to switch it off. He sat, transfixed by morbid anticipation waiting to see how things developed.

Meanwhile, Steve gripped her shoulder with one hand whilst his other lifted the back of her skirt to reveal a minuscule pair of white lace knickers. “I thought you had this bitch trained?” he snarled across to Mark who stood leaning on the bar, beer in hand, watching the proceedings with morbid fascination. “She needs to be taught who’s boss around here”. So saying, he grasped her by the hair, and pulled her face up until she could see him staring down at her. She yelped at the sudden pain. “Show my brothers some respect. Get those panties off Bitch.”

Boney and Clyde sat down on the sofa to watch the show that they clearly knew was coming. Dave Willis knew as well, but the aching boner the film was giving him stopped him turning it off. Back on the video, little Janey had raised her skirt, and despite being held up by the hair, was desperately tying to bend low enough to pull her panties down below her knees. Steve pulled her backwards, so that the only way she could stop herself falling was to part her legs, trapping her knickers round her knees, and giving the boys a clear view of her almost hairless slit.

“Shit, Man!, its time we took this bitch in hand growled Boney. “Send her over here, and lets see what she can do.”

“Sure thing. Janey, what are you here for?”

“To make you happy Sir”

“Then get over there and get started”

He pushed the girl down to her knees, and she shuffled, knickers still at half mast, across in front of Boney. Wasting no time, she unzipped him and extracted the weirdest looking organ from the front of his trousers. It stood, ramrod stiff, a full ten inches, but was scarcely an inch across. She sucked it in and tried to get most of it down her throat. It was like trying to give a knitting needle a blowjob.

Dave Willis would have found the whole scene funny under other circumstances, but with Janeys involvement he was having trouble handling his conflicting emotions. As she struggled to swallow Boneys dick, her hand reached out and crabbed Clyde by the balls, slowly massaging them in time to her rhythmical sucking. When Steve stepped up behind her and sank his pole into the youngsters arse, Willis hand started to pump vigorously. He found it quite impossible to eliminate the lust from his mind. Excitement built in him as the tableau in front of him reformed. Steve lifted Janey by the waist, moved her over, and sat her on Clyde’s tool. She was beginning to respond to all the attention, now, her breath coming in short gasps, her pleading “yes! Yes! Yes! – - – becoming more insistent. Once he had settled her on Clyde, Steve moved around to her head, making her lick his own tool clean. Willis could imagine how she must be feeling, knowing where Steve’s tool had just been. Even more was to come, however. Boney slipped off the sofa, and sank his mega pencil straight up her arse. It seemed to go in forever, and the muffled scream that Janey let out confirmed that he was as far in as he could go.

All three of them began to pump in and out of the girls increasingly compliant body. Her cries became more insistent, the gasps of the men increasing to keep pace with their pump rate. All three climaxed at once, drenching the poor girl with come, and draining her tormentors until all three slumped against the furniture.

Willis felt the stiffness in his own dick subside as he saw the state of his granddaughter, lying shattered face down on the floor. At last sympathy overcame lust as he realised things between them could never be the same again.

He was reaching for the video controller to stop the tape, when Mark strolled into shot from the bar.

“Please,” whimpered Janey “I need a fix, you promised”

“Don’t worry, bitch, It’s in the car”

“So is Henry” laughed Steve, “standing guard. Since the bitch needs a fix, its only right that he should sample her as well.

“Oh no!, not another one of you,” moaned Janey as Mark dashed out to the car.

Willis sat back in his chair, the first flush of renewed lust pumping up his dick.

On screen, Steve lowered his face to hers, “Listen, what are you?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

“You’re a Bitch, right??”

“Yes Sir”

“And what do Bitches need?”

“A Master? Sir?”

“Wrong!, a DOG. Meet Henry”

She looked over her shoulder to be confronted by the biggest Great Dane she had ever seen in her short life. She squealed, leapt to her feet, and ran for the door. She had almost made it when Mark grabbed a handful of her hair, and brutally dragged her backwards to the coffee table in the middle of the floor. She started to kick and scream as he forced her across the table, holding her down be the back of her neck.

“Come on you bastards,” he yelled, “give me a hand will’ya.”

Steve and Clyde leaped across the floor, and grabbed a flailing leg each. Boney, in the meantime, was patting Henry on the head with one hand, and quietly stroking his belly with the other. The dogs enormous prick slowly unsheathed itself in response.

Terror had now taken over. The girl was desperate to avoid the dog, and even three of them were having a tough job holding her down. With one hand Mark slipped his belt from his trousers, and swiftly wrapping it around her wrists, tied the other end to the leg of the dining table a couple of feet away.

Mark let go of the girls hands and held her head down on the table. At the same time he stretched across to a cushion, which had fallen from the sofa earlier, and thrust it under her belly, raising her arse in the air, and making her struggling less effective.

Steve and Clyde felt the struggle grow weaker, as the inevitability of her fate dawned on her. Her legs were pulled wide apart as Boney led Henry across to the constrained victim.

“Christ!” muttered Willis to himself, as he watched the action unfold. “These bastards have had this dog trained!”

Henry clearly knew he was about to enjoy himself. He began to pant, and his bright pink tongue flopped out of the side of his mouth. As he reached the backside of the girl, he leaned forward and ran the full length of his tongue up her crack. The girl wailed as she felt the dog at work. It must have felt like sandpaper, because the girl was in obvious discomfort, and her furious wriggling simply added to her problem.

“Come on Bitch!” chuckled Clyde, unleashing his dick once again and waving it in her face”

“Fuck You” screamed Janey, desperate to get away, and unable to do anything about it.

“No! Fuck YOU!” Laughed Clyde holding her nose, until her mouth opened to breath. With a fierce push, he slammed his dick right down her throat. Behind her, Henry was warming to his task. He started humping, first of all at fresh air, then, with guidance from Steve, at the crack of Janeys arse. Her muffled screams became all the more frantic as finally Steve guided Henry’s dick into her arsehole and his humping finally achieved its goal. For what seemed like hours, Henry and Clyde fucked furiously at both ends of the distraught girl, before finally climaxing in a welter of sweat and sperm. As Clyde pulled away, and Mark loosened Janeys hands, she rolled onto the floor, the dogs penis still knotted inside her.

Tears poured down her face and she sobbed uncontrollably as the picture faded from the screen.

Dave Willis stared, glassy eyed at the blank screen. Sobbing with shame, tears of humiliation rolled down his cheeks onto the floor, where they joined the huge puddle of sperm. How could he live with himself after this? That the poor girl, his own flesh and blood had been so badly abused was bad enough, but what sort of a man would masturbate over the rape and abuse of his own granddaughter?

He clutched himself, rolled into a foetal ball, and sobbed himself to sleep on the carpet. Only later did he begin to wonder who had sent him the video, and why.

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Part 11: “Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together?”

The glow in the small room from the television screen was replaced by a flood of light as Paul Hegarty flipped on the light switch. “Well what do you think? The tape was delivered yesterday evening, and Celeste tells me that Willis has been walking around like a Zombie for most of the day.”

“Good! So he fucking well should be”. “I want him finished.

“Hey, Dad, take it easy. There’s more to come yet. We’ve planned this for years, so there really is no hurry. Cousin Henry’s wife is next on the list. If her downfall doesn’t push him over the edge, we still have Celeste in place to manage the situation.

“It’s all right for you two. You’re both getting your kicks with his family. I want some of that as well.”

Henry Jeavons rose languidly from his seat and crossed the room to talk to his Uncle Billy. “Look, you old goat, if getting your rocks off is such a big deal, why don’t you take a piece of Joanna. We have her where we want her, so now might be a very appropriate time for you to join in.”

“Are you sure you’re alright with this, Henry?” queried Billy. “After all this is your wife we’re talking about, and I know how I felt about mine.”

“That’s different Billy, I only married the bitch because of the plan. If her first husband had stuck around it might have been more difficult, but when he left, she fell in to my arms like a plum from a tree. When she finds out the full score, she and Celeste will trade places. I will have a new wife, and the family will have a new maid. Maybe even two if we want to keep Janey. If not, Stevie and the boys can have one or both of them. In any case their lifestyles will change somewhat, don’t you think?”

“And I thought I was a bastard” chortled Billy. You boys make me look like an amateur.

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Part 12: Payback 2

“Please come in Ma’am. Mr Willis is in his study. Is he expecting you?”

“No, Celeste, and in any case it’s none of your damn business.”

“Yes Ma’am” acknowledged the lithe Philippine, the silent “not yet, anyway” kept under her breath. The next few days will see a change in our fortunes, she thought to herself, and you, my dear, will have to learn your place.

Joanna was fraught. She was really worried about the way her attempt to facilitate Henry’s entry to Parliament was going. The way she had to put out to get Henry’s name on the list was one thing, but last night she had succeeded in ensuring that he was made sole candidate by taking on the entire selection committee. She should have been happy, but at the last gasp, almost literally, she had realised the whole experience had been videotaped. What would they use it for? She needed advice, desperately, and her father, an ex-cop, would no how to deal with blackmail. She started to walk towards the staircase when from above she heard what sounded like a single pistol shot.

My God!” she shrieked and rushed upstairs. The door to his study was closed, but not locked. As she pushed it open, her eyes had to adjust to the gloom within. The only source of light was the television, glowing in the corner of the room. In front of it, his semen stained trousers around his ankles, sat her father, a glazed expression on his face, and half the back of his head blown away. Horrified she screamed, casting her eyes around the room in blind panic, not knowing what to do.

Her eyes were drawn to the video remote control stuffed between his leg and the chair arm. She reached for it and started to rewind the tape he had been watching.

She ran the tape back some way, and pushed the PLAY” button. At first, she had some difficulty recognising what was going on. Slowly it dawned on her that what she was watching was a very close-up of a penis, pumping in and out of a pair of bright pink lips. She felt almost embarrassed by her presence. It didn’t seem right to be watching the same porn film that her dad had been watching just minutes before. She glanced sideways to look at her father then back at the screen ass she turned it off. As she began to press the button, the camera pulled back from the action, revealing a full view of the woman’s face. HERS!!. She stopped and stared at the screen. The camera panned down her body, following a mans hand. It slid gently down her back, cupped her buttocks, slid smoothly along the crack of her arse, and pushed one finger gently into the nether rosebud. She stood stock-still, she had no idea that the film would find its way so swiftly to her father. She had even less idea that it would provoke him into masturbating over his own Daughter. In shot, she saw the grin on Paul Hegarty’s face as he gently withdrew his finger and replaced it by his huge prick. The bulbous head seemed to be unable to make progress, then, all seemed to give way, and it slid in, in one long slide, right up to the hilt. On the sound-track she heard her own, disembodied voice cry out.

Oooh YESSSSsss”.

As she watched, entranced, she felt her own heat building. Her right hand dropped the remote control, and found her way to her crotch, where her thumb pressed through the folds of her dress to apply pressure to her own clit. Her left hand moved north, squeezing her breast, then up to her mouth, where she bit gently on the knuckle of her thumb. She stood, as if frozen watching Paul pull himself from her body. He sat down on the floor and pulled her across on top of him, sinking his shaft as far as it would go up her dripping quim.

Come on, slut, Dance on that!”

On Screen she began to wriggle, grinding her arse willingly around the invading pole. Her movements were limited only by the grip Paul had on her waist and the fact that brother Dan had not withdrawn from her mouth and still had a grip of her hair as he too pumped in and out of her orifice.

Her thumb was beginning to hurt now, as she gnawed furiously at the knuckle. Her other hand was now adding to the pressure on her clit by not so gently sawing up and down her slit. Her breathing had quickened now, and she was leaning against the side of the sofa, relying on it for the support she needed to stay upright. She knew she should stop and switch it off, but events on the screen had their own momentum that transmitted itself, through her busy fingers to her building, off-screen orgasm.

The camera moved again, capturing the details as Sir Gerald joined Dan at her head, both of them being serviced in turn by her darting tongue and sucking cheeks. She could remember how she had lost control at that point. She knew she would let them do anything they wanted, and could feel the thrill she gave her all to their pleasure. The last piece of the jigsaw was taking place. As the two men fucked her face, and Paul urged her on with her fucking, the old man, whose name she couldn’t remember, took his place behind her. Already lubricated from Paul’s earlier efforts, she took his prick easily, and could remember the way that friction across her anal membrane caused her orgasm to break over her like waves at the ocean.

As she gasped for breath on screen, her orgasm off it was quite different. She could hardly breathe at all. She gripped her knuckle with her teeth, drawing blood in the process, and collapsed, soundlessly onto the floor. Her body twitched spasticity as she slumped against the sofa, watching the finale develop in front of her. The camera moved round above her head, focussing in close-up on the old man’s dick, pumping his organ vigorously up her arse. As he orgasmed, he withdrew, spattering great gobs of semen up her back and on to the lens of the camera. The sound of his victorious cry echoed around the room as the camera focussed on his grinning face.

Up Yours! Willis. I’ve owed you this one for years”

She heard a slight sound behind her and turned her head. Henry stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the door-post. His arm was draped loosely over the shoulder of Celeste the maid, hand inside her blouse, cupping her breast.

So this is how you pay me back for all the wealth and kindness I’ve showed you? I think things will have to be a little different in future ……………………”

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Epilogue:

Henry Jeavons, MP, Overseas Development Minister, sat in deep conversation with Sir Gerald as they sipped their after-dinner port. Strategy for the next debate may have been uppermost in their minds, but not in the minds of all their guests. Uncle Billy and two African businessmen sat side-by side across the room. On the carpet in front of them two naked women lay nose-to- tail licking furiously at each others cunts as they brought themselves to orgasm.

Henry looked up. I’m sorry, Gentlemen, but I have to return to London later this evening, so we had better turn our attention to business.”

The two women slipped soundlessly away, and the Africans shuffled uncomfortably as they rearranged their underwear.

Of course, my absence should not inhibit you. You are welcome to stay for the weekend. My wife Joanna and her daughter Janey will, I am sure, offer you all home comforts. Should any aspect of your stay prove unsatisfactory, please let me know so I can take appropriate action.……………………..”

The End