Chapter 1: Target practice with Shona Two

Jim had been really pleased with his new Beretta Bobcat. It was small enough that he could just carry it in his pocket and casually pull it out should I transgress any of his little rules. Jim liked being in charge and was always telling me of his fantasies of how he was going to finish me off if I did anything bad. Since he had bought the gun he never failed to discreetly show it to me if he thought I was about to transgress.

It was Jim’s birthday so as a special treat I had booked him a session at the pistol range. To make it extra special I had got him a second-hand mannequin to make it that extra bit special. It was not just any mannequin though; I had trawled the auction sites and second hand shop fittings suppliers for weeks to find one that looked just like me so that Jim could live his fantasy of finishing off his naughty Shona as close as possible. I had managed to get a posing stand too so that she could be held in position as a target and would not just topple straight away.

While Jim was at work I had dressed the mannequin in Jim’s favourite outfit for me. He loved my 6” heeled strappy platform shoes that were almost impossible to walk in, my leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and my black long sleeve top with no back. With hindsight I should have dissuaded him from liking the backless top because copying the lioness tattoo I have on my back on to the mannequin was just a little time consuming to say the least. With mannequins universally supplied with Hollywood grooming to the crotch it took a little work trimming a piece of old wig to make a semblance of my natural pubic hair.

Once I was happy with the tattoo I did Shona Two’s make-up just the way I did it on myself, and blow dried her hair and mine with extra body. O.K. Shona Two’s face was not quite the same as mine, I certainly did not have that pouty look (well not all the time anyway), but at a distance she looked a fair representation when I stood her next to the full length mirror and compared.

Since Shona Two had nicked the outfit that Jim would most like me to wear I picked his second favourite, an almost skin coloured sheer dress. It was what I wore for Jim when the leather mini skirt would not be appropriate. Normally I wore it with a short beige slip and matching bra to retain modesty, but this evening the dress code would not require underwear so Jim could see me properly.

I confirmed our booking at Murgatroyd’s steak house where I knew my see through dress would be O.K, probably more than O.K, and then set Shona Two up on her stand in the hall, carefully pulling up her skirt to show just a glimpse of the pubic wig I had carefully groomed. With a curtain over her she was ready to be unveiled when Jim got home.

I laid out the snacks on the table ready for when Jim came home, then unboxed and put on my new beige platform shoes and sat and relaxed in the sofa catching up the telly I had missed while doing all the preparation. It was hard to concentrate on the television with the excitement of what I had planned for Jim, and my hand kept creeping under my skirt to keep my clitoris entertained.

“Hi Honey - I’m home!” Called Jim as he opened the front door.

It was Jim with his usual corny introduction that I so love that made me jump up from the sofa swiftly pulling my dress down. I felt an unexpected wet patch on the back of my skirt which had been the result of frigging myself for nearly an hour so was careful to remain facing Jim while I went to the hall to greet him.

“Ta-Ra!” I said as I unveiled Shona Two. “Happy Birthday!”

Throwing the curtain to the floor I hugged Jim and gave him a huge kiss, pressing my uncaged breasts through the thin fabric of my dress in to Jim’s chest.

When I had finished nearly suffocating Jim I continued. “Meet Shona Two. We are going out to eat shortly, but after you can have some fun with Shona Two. In the mean time I have some snacks in the dining room.

I backed into the dining room and Jim followed.

“I don’t know about snacks, I think I want you Miss Shona.” Jim said reaching out for my hips.

I backed up to the table and Jim lifted me on to the edge of it. Lifting my knees with one hand he untrousered his dick with the other which was as ready for fucking as my now very juicy pussy.

Jim fucked me hard, probably as hard as he had ever done.

It was probably less than a dozen thrusts before I came, and straight away Jim shot a load into my constricting pussy.

Jim was still hard though, and I wanted more. “Keep going.” I said as I worked my pussy on his dick.

Jim resumed. I loved Jim’s stamina. I orgasmed three more times before I felt the throbbing of Jim shooting another load into me.

“Happy Birthday again!” I panted as best as I could through my orgasm.

Jim panted for a bit, still keeping his dick inside me as it reduced so I could play with it some more with my pussy muscles.

Eventually Jim spoke. “Where are we going? What fun are we having with Shona Two?”

“It’s a surprise.” I said.

Jim pulled out and let my now quite stiff legs down. I slipped off the edge of the table and my feet were back down on the floor. I did not have to hide the wet patch on the back of my dress which had become much, much wetter indeed. Not just pussy juice but Jim’s cum as well that had been pumped out as he replaced it with fresh. I turned and grabbed some crisps.

“My dress is a bit wet now, I will have to sponge it off.” I told Jim.

“No, no need. You are with me. It will be fine.” Jim said touching his pocket where he keeps his gun, not even bothering to withdraw the gun to let me see a glint of the metal.

I didn’t like the idea of going out with a cummy wet patch on my dress, but it was dark in Murgatroyd’s and dark outside, so being careful no one will see.

We spent a few minutes snacking with my thighs getting wetter and wetter as cum started to run down my legs. Jim was in suspense but did not say anything, and I just kept him hanging.

Eventually I sensed that I had taken the suspense as far as I could so I moved on. “We need to load Shona Two into the truck.” I said.

I helped steady the mannequin as Jim loaded her into the truck and I covered her up with the curtain. Jim was a gentleman and opened the truck door for me as I got in and gave me a kiss as he belted me in. I think I had really got him guessing that the evening was going to be fun.

Jim got in and started the engine. “Where now then?” He asked.

“Murgatroyd’s.” I said, adding. “I have booked our special table.”

Jim was surprised. “You don’t book at Murgatroyd’s - it’s always empty on a weekday. We will probably be the only ones there.”

“I know that.” I answered. “But I just like to make sure, it is your birthday.”

“If they laugh at me for turning up there with a reservation you know what’s coming Shona don’t you?” Said Jim touching his gun pocket again.

We drove in silence the three minutes it took to get to our local steak house. Jim ran round and opened the truck door for me and escorted me in.

“Welcome to Murgatroyd’s.” Said Murgatroyd as we walked in. “Here’s your table as requested. We are so busy tonight that I had to pull some strings to get you the best table, but please come this way.”

Jim was slightly unimpressed by the rather unusual bonhomie from Murgatroyd.

“Don’t take the piss Murgatroyd - I know we are the only ones in here tonight.” Jim said.

Murgatroyd was silenced and I was beginning to think I had made a bad choice coming here, but it is Jim’s favourite, and the food is good. At least Murgatroyd did not laugh out loud.

Murgatroyd showed us to our seats and I remembered the wet patch on the back of my dress as I sat down. At least there was no one in the restaurant to see it. I also remembered that I was not wearing any underwear and my dress was see-through.

Jim took his gun out and laid it on the table. “You are so close you naughty vixen. You don’t humiliate me like this. Murgatroyd is going to be dining out on this for weeks. If it was not for those gorgeous tits of yours distracting me I’d take you outside and finish you off now.”

Murgatroyd came and took our order, and we ate our steaks in relative silence. Jim washed his down with a couple of beers, but I just drank cola. Jim kept his gun on the table all the time, I think to try and intimidate me.

I finished my more modest meal before Jim so I went over to Murgatroyd to settle the bill, pushing my chest out both to boost my confidence, and distract Murgatroyd from seeing my pussy through the thin fabric of my dress. I explained that the tip was only ten percent not because of poor dining but for taking the piss out of Jim on his birthday. I made no effort to hide the cummy wet patch as I turned and went back to our table. I now wanted Murgatroyd to know that I had been well fucked by Jim.