In my line of work, you come across loads of unusual situations. Of course, you quickly learn not to get involved. I just wished I'd followed my head and not my heart on that day.

I've been in the locksmith trade now for about twelve years and my business, while not massively successful, more than pays the bills. I was returning from fitting a new set of locks to a house when I got the phone call that would drag me into very bizarre situation.

I pulled into the side of the road and answered my mobile phone. "Michael Cox, locksmith. How can I help you?"

"Oh! Thank God." Said a frantic female voice on the other end of the line. "My friend has been handcuffed and we can't find the key. Can you help us?"

I had to struggle to keep the broad smile I had out of my voice as I replied, "Certainly. If you give me your address, I'll be around immediately." She quickly gave it to me and I told her I'd be around in about fifteen minutes.

She had obviously handcuffed her lover and then lost the keys. I've had a few similar cases in the years I'd been doing the job. I had learned that you have to act totally professional, however ludicrous the situation looks to you.

Soon, I was at the address she had given, it was a fairly exclusive neighborhood. Stands to reason, I thought, rich people seem to go in for the kinky stuff. I parked the van outside the house, picked up my tools and a good bolt cutter and headed up the drive.

Before I could even reach the front door, it opened to reveal a worried looking woman. "Are you the locksmith?" She asked. I had barely time to say yes before she ushered me into the hallway. She was dressed in a smart business suit and she was immaculately made up. I thought she must be in her mid-thirties and she was stunningly beautiful, but there seemed to be a hint of steel behind that face.

"Where is your friend, ma'am?" I asked her.

"Oh, through here. Please, call me Susan."

I followed her to the back of the house to a fair sized dining room. It had been decorated in a mock medieval style and had some wooden beams rising from the floor, pretending to support the roof. It was to one of these beams that Susan's friend had been handcuffed.

I got a big surprise when I saw Susan's friend. I had been expecting some over-weight balding man in his forties, not the pretty girl in her twenties. She looked very embarrassed and was blushing furiously and it was not hard to see why.

She was dressed like a whore. She had knee length black boots with six inch high heels on. Above the knee I could see black fishnet stockings, the tops of which I could easily see under the tight, short leather skirt. Above the waist was a tight, shiny blouse, which did nothing to hide the swell of her magnificent bosom. Her face had a layer of heavy make-up on.

"Don't worry Trixie, Mr Cox is a locksmith. He'll soon have you out of there." Susan said to the girl.

Trixie? I put down the bag and got the bolt cutters out. What had these two been up to?

Susan saw the cutters and said, "Isn't there any other way to get them off? They used to belong to my father and I'd rather not have them damaged if you can help it."

I walked behind Trixie and examined the handcuffs. I tried to ignore the heady scent of Trixie's perfume, but I could feel myself reacting. "Well, I could pick the lock. It shouldn't take me longer than ten minutes or so."

"Excellent, look I have to go now, or I'll miss my meeting. Trixie'll will pay you, won't you Trixie?" She gave Trixie a strange little look until Trixie nodded and then she was out the door in an instant.

Now that was odd behavior, I was obviously missing something here. I got some tools out and started work on the handcuffs. "I'll have you out in a minute, don't you worry."

Trixie nodded, but remained silent. I hate silences and had to say something to fill it. "So, how did you get in this situation?"

She was silent for a few seconds and then said, "she was just showing me how they worked." She spoke in a very quiet voice, that was surprisingly deep and husky.

I decided to drop the subject, she was obviously deeply embarrassed by events. A few minutes later I managed to open one half of the handcuffs so she was free of the beam.

"Why don't you sit at the table while I work on the other cuff?"

She nodded and walked fairly unsteadily over to the table, either she had been handcuffed to the beam for quite a while or she wasn't use to the high heeled boots. I sat across from her and set to work on the remaining handcuff.

I was getting really turned on by this point and was glad the table was hiding the obvious bulge in my pants. My mind kept drifting back to the idea of making love to Trixie, massaging her breasts and then pulling off her tight skirt to reveal her pussy, wet and ready. With these thoughts running through my head, I found it hard to concentrate and it took me a while longer to undo the cuff.

Finally I managed it and she rubbed her wrists. "There you are, now that didn't take too long did it, miss?"

I watched her face and saw she was deep in worried thought, she was biting her red lipsticked lip as she did so. She reached a decision and said to me, "I don't have any money. But there is another way I can repay you." I knew exactly what she meant as she walked around the table to me. I should have been alerted by the worried look on her face, but I was concentrating on one thing, this beautiful girl was offering her body to me.

I turned the chair around from the table and her eyes fixed on the tent in my pants. She leaned over me and our lips touched, her kiss was strong and powerful, yet hesitant in some way. In retrospect its obvious Trixie was being coerced into this, but all I could think about at the time was getting between her legs. Her hand dropped to my cock and rubbed it through my pants. I broke the kiss and said "Suck me."

I stayed in the chair as she dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants with her shaking hands. She drew my cock out and she seemed shocked by its size, though to be honest it's no bigger than average.

Trixie's mouth descended to my cock achingly slowly, but she soon had her red lips around its head. Slowly at first she started to move her head up and down my pole licking its head every so often. She was obviously a novice to cocksucking, but she was doing well enough to bring me to orgasm. She teased me to a frenzy until I could stand no more.

I pulled her head off my cock and laid her on the floor. I've always been an oral man and my favorite position has always been 69ing with my girlfriends. I laid down beside Trixie with my cock next to her face and undid her skirt. I pulled it off and looked at her crotch not believing what I saw. She had a pair of lacy white panties on, stretched to near breaking point by an erect cock. I pulled down her, I mean his, panties and his cock popped free. If anything it was bigger than mine!

"I'm sorry," Said Trixie, his face deep red with embarrassment.

I looked at him, "Don't be." I said and then I kissed his cock and sucked it into my mouth. I hadn't done anything like this since the usual exploration most boys go through at adolescence. Trixie had turned me on so much that my inhibitions had gone, and anyway, this wasn't really a man. Just a girl with a penis.

I licked the hot, length of his cock. Running my tongue around the bulbous head, which elicited a long moan from Trixie. I could smell his male scent which was mixed with the perfume and I ran a hand along his stocking clad thigh. My hand drifted to his balls which I gently squeezed as I sucked his cock.

I don't how long we were together like that, but I doubt it was very long. Trixie was learning fast how to suck cock and I was using all the techniques that women had used on me. I came first, spurting wads of cum into his mouth. I continued to suck him, determined to return the favor.

Trixie's body tensed and I knew he was about to cum, just then I heard a clicking noise and I opened my eyes to see what it was.

IT WAS SUSAN! Leaning over me with a CAMERA! I pulled my mouth away from Trixie's to protest, but I just succeeded in getting cum all over my face as Trixie orgasmed.

Susan laughed, took another quick snaps of my cum covered face, then ran out into the hall locking the door behind her. The door was solid and I didn't have a chance of breaking it down. I zipped myself up and turned to Trixie, "What is she up to?" I demanded.

"She gets her kicks from doing this." Said Trixie, making no attempt to disguise his deep voice.

I hammered on the door for several minutes, until finally Susan opened the door. "Where is it?" I demanded.

"Where's what, my little cocksucker." She replied sweetly.

"THE CAMERA! Give it to me or I'll..."

She could barely control her laughter, "or what. Make one move against me and I'll scream rape." I backed down, she had me by the balls and she knew it.

"What do you want?" I asked sullenly.

"Oh... I just want a little fun." She smiled, "now if you do what I say, you'll have the negatives in your hand in just a few hours and no-one need know of your little escapade."

I had no choice, I realised she probably wouldn't give me the film from the camera whatever I did. I just hoped she got sloppy and hadn't hidden the camera well. "Just wait upstairs, second room on the left. I just have to see to Trixie."