Chapter 60

I kicked off these new heels as I knew that I could not drive wearing them. I opened the glove box and took out my phone. Fuck ten missed calls from Chloe the time was showing 18.27 fuck, four or more hours I had been there once I had parked my car and removed my skirt and vest top leaving them and my phone in the car. At that time the sunshine was shining brightly in the early afternoon, the sex shop was across the road which was not open; no one seemed to be around. Standing in the new heels and wearing this practically transparent skimpy bikini and almost immediately I heard the phone ringing which Phil had said that he would call once I had parked up.

How did he know, was it from the courier who followed me on the drive to this place, he himself had stopped on the main road close to the turning where the bar was on the corner located just around from the sex shop. Had the courier got in touch with Phil, or as I found out later from Doug by the drone flying overhead. I started running towards the said agreed upon phone, the high heels echoed in the silence of the road, the new shoes were tight, the leather hadn’t yet had time to be broken in, and running in 6 inch high heels was no fun.

The phone box wasn’t too far away but Phil had said earlier that I had to be quick otherwise I would be punished. Running my tits immediately started bouncing freely and not having no support in this ridiculous bikini top. When I reached the phone and picked it up and placed the receiver to my ear I heard Phil’s voice giving me instructions of what was to come next.

Not in my wildest dreams I never expected what happened after that phone call or even when Phil phoned me this morning, I was still unsure whether the courier was the same person as Doug, Phil’s Father. Whoever it was the fucker took obscene photos of me in my back garden with the garden gate fully open with the chance of any of my neighbours seeing me posing for the camera, those photos will prove my willingness to pose and what will come of them.

From the moment when I received the package until finally now sitting in my car the whole events for the last seven hours were pure debauchery, involving extreme indulgence of sexual pleasure and promiscuous sex. WTF happened from that moment on and why I just didn’t slam the phone down when he called me, I was happy being naked working on my computer. Chloe and John had gone out leaving me alone and having a coffee and left with my own sexual thoughts.

I suppose the prospect of being blackmailed by this young man had something to do with it and was testing the boundaries that I would encounter if I refused. What had happened today will live in my head for a long time, in later years I would laugh and talk about the events of today. But presently having just had another mouthful of spunk and masturbating while the perpetrator whose cock had just been in my mouth stood watching me pleasuring myself.

Once I was by myself I lifted my bum off the car seat and tried to feel if any cum had seeped out from my anus but could not see nor feel any apart from my own mess. I put my hand under my body to feel the base of the red shaped jewel of the anal plug which seemed to be dry. Sitting had put extra pressure on my anus which still ached from the pounding it had taken; the ache seemed to have gone away while I was sucking this guy’s cock.

I was too engrossed in what I was doing but now the ache was back, I could clearly feel the hardness of the metal plug in my ass. In the foot of the well on the passenger’s side I picked up the flat shoes that I use for driving and slipped them on and got out of my car. Standing topless well may you say naked as the thong covered nothing and opened the rear door to retrieve my clothes and placed the two items on the top of my car.

I closed the rear door, initially I tried to see any white marks on my inner thighs but it was difficult to see, my hands must’ve dried them. I caressed my buttocks and tried looking in the car door’s wing mirror to see if there were any red hand marks from the spanking which I could not see. However, I did notice that my cunt lips were still protruding from the sides of the bikini bottom and also that my cunt was still wet from the unexpected orgasm.

I pulled the tiny black skirt up my legs then slipped the white vest over my head, I didn’t mind being braless. Now at least I looked somewhat decent. I leaned over to retrieve my bag which was under my car seat. I opened it to check to ensure my purse was in there amongst the other things, at least Phil had kept his word with my car and its belongings then sat back down. I took out my hairbrush and tidied my hair, a few times as I brushed my hair the sticky dried cum had become tangled and had to separate the strands of my hair with my fingers. I looked in the mirror on the sun visor and applied a little lippy and thought yes I looked good although still a little flushed.

I could feel the sperm pressing against my anal passage, some of which had also dissolved and absorbed through the membrane from my rectum, the feeling was strange having so many loads emptying in my anus. Some once that they had cum re-plugged my ass others once he had cum moved away as another youth was waiting for his turn, and with my anus well lubricated the other cock slid in easily. Having already cum the fucking lasted much longer, there was no mercy, I could feel the cum sloshing in my anus, these youths didn’t care about my well being but all had one thing in common was that when they were ready to cum they removed the condom and filled my anal cavity with another load of spunk.

No doubt when Trevor gets the next opportunity to fuck my ass will he notice the difference whether it had been stretched.

My other thought was although they all wore condoms they removed them when they shot their loads just inside my anus. I will have to make an appointment to see my doctor or nurse to check for any STD’s or STI’s infection. With all those bare black cocks that had entered my ass by two or three inches when they unleashed their sperm inside my rectum. I would require a blood and urine test or maybe a rectal swapping checking for Chlamydia or Gonorrhoea or even HIV.

I closed the car door; thankfully no one else came out of the shop. I sat momentarily thinking about what I was going to say to my daughter, by now she and her Father would have been home hours earlier and would have expected to see me at home. I had to think of a plan to explain my absence and having missed ten calls from her. She would know instinctively when I get home by the clothing I was wearing that I would have been upto something. She encourages me to dress similar although this black micro skirt is hers and is often worn with leggings.

Sitting quietly and still thinking what the man said minutes ago the tiny black skirt had risen up onto my waist exposing my cunt completely. I had time to think of what I had gone through this afternoon, well really it started when Phil phoned me and that courier arrived with the package. Subconsciously my right hand found its way between my legs and my middle finger was touching the spiked metal ball pressing against my clit. No one could see what I was doing; another man exited the shop and did not look in my direction but headed over to his own car.

What did Phil and the courier have in common, was the courier Doug I couldn’t see behind the visor on his helmet which he wore on his bike nor by the leathers he had worn making his body look bigger. Those initial photos he took at the rear of my garden sitting on the stool or even standing exposing myself and bending down with my ass towards him with my hands on my ankles giving him a clear view of what was between my legs. Those neighbours behind my house often got clear indication of what was going on but this morning was a blatant show of exhibitionism and nudity posing for those photos. The only saving grace was that at that time of day no one would expect to be looking out of the upstairs windows.

What was I thinking when I ventured into the shoe shop in Camden knowing that the shop assistant had said that they only have a few high heel shoes as they mostly cater for boots. I should have left and looked for another shop, but I didn’t. And what of the shenanigans with the shop assistant and the young boy Jason who was working there exposing myself in the manner that I did.

The two assistants when trying those heels on both of my feet were spread wide apart on two foot stools as each assistant buckled up the heels, the tiny strip of transparent material clearly showed my gaping cunt with the spiked metal ball firmly pressing against my exposed clitoris. The young assistant Chelsea who was in charge of the shop in their Mother’s absence at one time locked the door preventing anyone from walking in, putting a sign closed for lunch on the window of the door.

Chelsea was older than her brother and knew of the repercussions of the customer having with her brother; Jason had a raging hard-on jutting out from his trousers. She also looked a bit flustered at my behaviour and didn’t want anyone to see what was going on within the shop. When she got back to where I was sitting and still with a foot on each measuring stool she sat on the one to my left foot she looked over at her brother.

The micro black skirt which I wore was high on my waist as I looked down towards Jason who had a large bulge in his trousers indicating that his cock was erect watching my antics in my exhibitionist skills, not only from my cunt but also with my large nipples protruding obscenely through my white vest top, the transparent tiny piece of material between my legs was saturated with my cunt juices.

I was horny as hell trying those few pairs of heels, Chelsea had me walking back and forth to see if the heels felt ok, the micro skirt showed my nakedness underneath as they both sat watching me. They would whisper to each other and once I decided on which pair suited me the best and once agreed this led me to sucking the young man’s cock at the back of the stock room, something that he certainly had not thought about when he went to work this morning nor me when I was writing on my computer before the phone call from Phil.

That phone call from Phil did not last long giving me direct instructions to ensure that I was naked when the courier arrived. Handing me the package and to stand on the doorstep naked in front of any of my neighbours who may see. Thinking back on that moment at home and in the shoe shop why was I now furiously masturbating once again.

I didn’t want to stop, the feeling was ecstatic, I was doing this all by myself, and no one was forcing me to do anything. The thoughts of this afternoon were fresh in my mind as was the man from the sex shop. Why did I tease him in the way that I did which led him to walk towards my car, his erect cock in his hand. But on the other hand sucking his cock against my car was a pleasant surprise after so long being tormented and abused.

As the afternoon progressed multiple photos were taken, none of which I had no possession of. This could become a big issue for me and can lead to a frustrating situation not knowing where these photos end up. Some of them showed my face covered in multiple amounts of cum, the thought horrified me that anybody could easily blackmail me. Those youths didn’t know my contact details but those images could end up anywhere.

Those black youths also took photos of me on their phones; no doubt these would be shared with their friends. I found myself in an intolerable position, true the chances of my photos being shared to people that I may know would probably be one in a million but with Phil not so sure. He has instructed me to wear something outrageous and daring for work and to go into the warehouse wearing a different outrageous outfit every day, so that he could photograph me what I was wearing and to share this with his Father.

Yes the boys at work would love that and Terry certainly would not object, of course Dave would encourage me but the women who work in the store certainly would object with my blatant behaviour. The only thing would save me that I get from Dave is when I go into the training room with a number of staff for some generally refreshed and some updated topic of videos or written items for discussing which often requires Q & A. In my position I do not have to wear the female uniforms that other staff do however I’m required to wear a skirt and blouse similar as the different female line managers wear. The male line managers wear black or dark grey suits of their choice.

However I do have to wear something decent; no matter what blouse I wear my large nipples cannot be hidden in either a ¼ or ½ cup bra. Gone are the days of wearing a full bra, Chloe has either altered the cups exposing ample flesh or threw them away. Recently Dave has insisted that I wear a short skirt that shows plenty of leg and also expects me to wear stockings. At times when I am in the training room I could see the fierce or angry glares of contempt in some of the women’s faces. Although the length of the skirt is generally half the way up my legs the stocking tops often become exposed depending what I am doing. I know their faces stare at my breasts easily identified by the outline of the material of the blouse. I’m surprised that no one has complained but then if they had done so they would probably have spoken to Dave who would dismiss their claim.

Sitting on ‘Bertie’ on my chair has its advantages and I’m surprised that Dave has not permanently glued it on the chair but for now it stays in my desk drawer when I finish work. For some reason Dave called the black phallic cock with the rubber suction base ‘Bertie’, have no idea why. Many times sitting opposite to each other at our own desks he gets a clear view of me sitting on his toy which is fully immersed inside my cunt which the black phallic creams my cunt effortlessly, Ever since he introduced the remote control devise to the phallic which he controls in his pocket. When he uses it the black phallic comes to life without any notice as he watches me grimace with the sudden movement in my cunt. The entire length 10 inches vibrates and rotates as I struggle not to cum; Dave will use this remote sporadically at irregular intervals. Even when he has been standing outside the office door he may press the button on the remote, keeping my cunt at a heightened state when he ever wants to.

There is no hiding place at my desk; one day he had an engineer install a micro camera in one of the tiny holes in the ceiling tiles right above my chair. The cable was rigged to the wiring to his computer, so that he could keep an eye on me. If he is in the office and when I am about to finish work he will come and stand close to me and watch me fuck ‘Bertie’ then get me to clean it with my mouth placing Bertie in the drawer. After which I walk over to his desk just wearing my stockings and heels spreading my feet so that his fingers get easy access to my cunt and after lots of toying with my clitoris and using his fingers inside me.