This tale is about a young housewife. She has straight shoulder length brunette hair. Her face is slightly freckled with an upturned nose and grey eyes. She is very curvaceous with big boobs and large hips. I've based her on Yasmin Bleeth from Baywatch and so called her Yasmin Bleat. Her husband Tony works in the small town's only real business the tyre factory. He is a junior manager in the business owned by the local rich family the Beavis brothers. The pay is poor and he works very hard to support them. But today he isn't there.

The factory gates opened and the huddled masses hurriedly parted. The rain was beating down again, the October chill making them screw their coats tight to their necks as they splashed by. Victor Beavis edged past, his large black car almost nudging the crowd aside. As he passed the large imposing gate he slowed; ahead as always was Yasmin waiting for her hubby. She stood prim in her long coat, suitably dressed in high heeled leather boots and gloves, an umbrella shielding her from the downpour. Victor slowed then stopped. He'd seen her many times before and especially liked to see her in the hot summer days dressed in skimpy tops and white shorts her fantastic tits almost busting the fabric. How someone as basic as Tony had managed to marry her God only knew. He wound down the window shouting over the noise of rain and heavy feet. "Hi, erm Tony's not been in today didn't you know?" Yasmin gave him a half smile her long wide mouth only slightly curving up." Yes I know," She said sadly," Its you I've come to see."

Once in the car she slowly explained. Her husband was in hospital, a serious problem with his insides. Victor listened; well half listened as she explained. Yasmin even in a long trench coat oozed sexiness, the heeled boots giving her a dominatrix appeal. Her face was pale with cold little ringlets of dark her hanging over her mesmerising eyes. And all the time her chest slowly rising and falling imprisoned in the heavy coat." Sorry my dear say that again," Victor felt a bit sheepish, he'd caught very little of what had been said.

Yasmin paused looking perplexed then repeated herself. "The healthcare plan, we're over due. The office has said there's nothing they can do." Victor quickly tried to retrace the conversation now acting more concerned." Oh. Oh, our company health care scheme, oh erm well those are the rules. How far behind on payments are you?" And he shook his head as she said five weeks.

Yasmin's heart sank, why the hell was she even asking. The Beavis brothers were pompous mean bastards, every one knew that. Though both in their early forties they still lived together in the big family mansion left by their father. Although neither had done a hard days work in their life, they weren't fat, more geekish, lots of curly matted hair, goggle glasses and buck teeth. "All that money and they never bothered to make themselves more appealing. Probably why they weren't married." She thought uncharitably. Not that female company was ever far away. Both brothers were notorious for whoring and womanising. And that's what made her more annoyed with herself. She knew how he had eyed her on many occasions. She just thought she'd flutter her eyelids and the worm would sort it. "Stupid cow." She silently told herself.

Victor continued talking down to her like she was a child." We have rules, it's so important otherwise no one would pay, and then the whole thing would end up in chaos." Yasmin nodded and got out of the car the tears starting to well up." I hope he gets better soon," said Victor closing the door." Fucking idiot," She thought wiping her face" Didn't I just say without specialist treatment he wouldn't."

Yasmin only just finished crying when she reached ward. There was a hurry of nurses round her husband and she came running fearing the worse. "Oh god, no, what's wrong?" The staff continued to work at fever pitch till she managed to almost pin one to the wall. "Your husband is been moved, the specialist want to see him this evening." Yasmin couldn't understand but we can't pay." The nurse smiled," Beavis tyres cleared all expenses half an hour ago." Yasmin shook her head, "there must be some mistake." The nurse gave her a superior glare." We have faxed conformation, now please could we get on with it."

Yasmin returned home that evening very happy. The operation was first thing tomorrow. That Mr Beavis had really come through for her. There was a message on the answer phone and she played it as she undid her winter clothes. It was Victor hoping everything had gone well, he said he had pulled some string but he still needed to smooth things over. He was inviting her to dinner at the mansion 8 prompt, to discuss it. Yasmin cringed a little. Surely she could hand her back payments in at the office. Oh well she was grateful and he said the car would collect her very soon. They're didn't appear to be any way to object. In fact he hadn't given her the choice." Too use to always getting what they want." She concluded checking her watch then hurrying to get changed.

Victor was waiting for her as the limo pulled up to his imposing house. He gave a gulp of delight as she stepped out smiling and walked towards him. She looked fantastic. She'd chosen a figure hugging red chiffon dress with a deep v at the front showing her loose but very firm bosom. Her hair was crimped dead straight combed down one side of her dark eyebrow and eye lashed mascara face. She was wearing reddish crocodile type knee high boots which made a sexy clipping noise as she sauntered across his drive, her hips swaying from side to side.

She started to speak thanking him for all he'd done. He graciously accepted the praise asking how her husband was then taking her arm inviting her inside.

They had drinks in the main lounge, a period room with roaring fire expensive drapes and picture covering the walls. Yasmin was impressed; maybe they weren't as crass as she thought. They both sat on a long leather sofa; Yasmin legs cross heeled boot pointing out, Victor in his dinner jacket more animated and a little too close for comfort.

The fire was crackling and Yasmin began to feel relaxed as she took more sips of her drink. She was eager to resolve the short fall as she didn't like to feel she was in someone's debt for too long. Victor raised his hand," The company didn't pay it. I told you so my dear its policy." Yasmin stared at him." But the fax?" She said, suddenly feeling her gut turning." Oh my god there's been some mistake." Victor smiled "Don't worry, I paid it personally and tomorrow I will bankroll the operation." Yasmin felt relieved. "You're too kind, you really are." Victor put down his glass and gave her a hard piercing look. "No my dear, I don't think I am." He then began to explain.

Five minutes later Yasmin sat bolt upright her hands clasped together, looking rather like a naughty school girl waiting to see teacher. She was looking straight ahead and although shocked she felt a quite sluggish her senses a little dull. "No I can't. I won't" She said firmly. Then held her head as if to clear her thoughts. Victor was still at her side," Just something put in your drink to, lets say relax you a little." Yasmin felt trapped he had been brutally clear in his explanation a few moments ago. He'd said he adored her. Describing her as a gorgeous hipped piece of ass, if that was what you'd call a compliment. If she stayed here tonight with him, in the morning he come good on his promises and pay for the operation. If not, she'd better go home and buy a black dress. He called for his maid as Yasmin slowly shook her head, refusing to accept the words.

Carmel a mid aged Latin woman came to his assistance. She was slim and had a full figure her hair tied back in along ponytail. Her skin was olive and her eyes like black pools. Her manner reminded Yasmin of the snooty nurse she'd spoken to earlier." Ah Carmel, could you bring the items in for the young lady here." The woman gave her a raised eyebrow look, Si senior Beavis the items, I understand."

Yasmin felt his hand on her knee and gave a shudder." If I stay you promise you'll keep your word?" Victor nodded a serious look in his eye." I always repay a favour." Yasmin looked at him a little fuzzy headed now and nodded in acceptance. "Good," said Victor hooking his finger over her shoulder straps dragging them slowly down her arms." Now my dear lets have a look at those tits."

Yasmin gave a little grunt of dismay as her dress dropped revealing her prime melons. Dark and firm they tingled in the warm air. Her brown nipples were always stubby even when not aroused and Victor's hand trailed her curved breast to circle each in turn. The maid returned placing a tray on the coffee table in front of them. Yasmin blushed as Carmel looked at her with disdain again, Victor blatantly caressing and teasing Yasmin's breasts. Victor waved his maid away and pulled the silver platter closer. On it was a small cup of baby oil and next to that a silver vibrator. He lifted the cup and began to pour a little oil slowly across her mounds. "That's it Yasmin, be still we need to grease your lovely jugs. Yasmin had a look of disgust on her face as he massaged the slimy liquid carefully into her breasts. She arched her back as he squeezed slightly too hard. Her tits were shinny now, also slippery to his eager hands. She gave little gasps her full lips pouting as he expertly rubbed her. "Ahhh!"

Yasmin stared at the silver phallus standing 6 inches upright on the tray. Victor poured a little oil over its tip. She looked back at him surprise in her eyes. "My dear, you owe me over two grand did you think a quick fuck would pay me off? No, we'll get our moneys worth tonight, only fair don't you think." Her eyes widened Victor still massaging her." We?" She asked nervously. But as if to answer there was a noise in the hall and Archie Beavis returned from a day at the office.

Archie like his brother was thin faced, lots of hair his nails dirty his skin pale and unhealthy. He entered damp from the evening drizzle his thick pebble glasses slightly steaming." My, my, Miss Bleat I recall." He said standing behind the sofa peering down on her oiled tits and his brothers groping. Yasmin sheepishly glanced up her mouth parting in silent gasps as her tits squelched. "Both off you?" She said quietly, her dark eyebrow raising, eyes wet and pitiful.

Without answer Archie undid his fly pulling out his wrinkly cock. He came up close to the back of the sofa and gently pushed her head onto the top of the back rest her cheek pressed against the leather. Her body bent back a little her tits rising, the open fire glow reflecting in the shinny domes. Archie cock was pushed against her mouth and she opened it instinctively her nailed hands gripping the leather seat." Mmmnnnn" He eased in; the upright cock trying to spring from her mouth making her top cheek bulge." Mmmmmmm." Now Victor was holding her throat stopping her chin from moving." That's it miss suck nice and slow." There she sat head back sucking the man standing over her shoulder. Archie was holding the base of his cock tightly with two fingers vibrating them back and forth very, very quickly; giving himself a tinny half inch wank." Ugh, ugh yeah ooooo!" He was milking himself carefully, but quite hurriedly. Bringing himself to climax. "Yes good girl, good girl ooh were gonna have fun with you ughhhheeeeeee!" He jerked, Yasmin felt the wad splat her inside cheek then another. Unable to move she gulped her tongue writhing trying to escape the horrid taste." Ugh, ughh" He convulsed once more only then stepping back holding his stomach as if he'd been punched. "Fuck I needed that." He announced. Yasmin instantly jerked forward trying to spit the seed into her lap." Uggh cough, ugghsplutter!" She was shaking, he done it so quickly she had no time to argue and once in her mouth all she could do was try to stop him choking her. Archie collapsed back into a chair smiling.

Victor smiled back "We'd like a little show my dear." Yasmin blushed, her eyes barley visible under her long sad eyelashes. He pulled her dress down over her knee's then off one then the other booted leg. Her small panties felt ridiculously inadequate now, her thighs still tightly shut knees clasped together. He handed the silver vibrator to her closing her hand round it. "Slip your panties off and use it on yourself." He said.

Yasmin shook her head," I don't know how." Victor gave a mean scowl." Learn!"

Yasmin's mind wandered; she was back home with her hubby laughing, how handsome he was, so kind. How she'd got here seemed so impossible but now she was. It was reality. The oiled vibrator had easily entered her with a celebratory whistle from her audience. Now she sat her thighs wide apart feet on tip toes, so to raise her dark haired crotch. Her hand gently twisted the metal rod a few inches inside her. Both men sat watching, drinks in their hands, Victor now massaging himself through his trousers. A large TV was playing and the buzz of the vibrator was barley audible over the grunting and gasping coming from the screen. While she fucked herself she had to watch the most disgusting filth she'd ever seen. Over and over, edited porn flicks just the fucking and sucking present. Each time she turned her head the two men ordered her to face front again. The scenes were of rapes and gang bangs. A prom queen been buggered, a four man spanking session on a big titted blonde, lesbian rape, a bride and an Alsatian etc, etc. On and on, filth.

Her pussy tingled to the humming stick, Victor directing her to touch her clit with the tip then slowly twist just inside her entrance. She was becoming wet, and the sensation clearly hardening her already bullet size nipples. Her fantastic body was totally exposed her hard tits hot and wet, now her thighs sweating from the roaring fire and her own arousal. Victor came close taking the vibrator from her hand and them beginning to twist it up her. She bucked her head thrown back hair matted to her sweaty shoulders." Uuggghh!" She groaned unable to keep the sensation quiet. Victor nodded to the TV." Do you like it?" Yasmin replied gritting her teeth her spine tingling." It's disgusting." The man smiled undoing his pants tossing the vibrator back on the tray." Nothing more than you're doing Miss Bleats." And with that he pushed her knees further apart and mounted her.

Victor sat almost on her butt; he had pulled her down the settee at the same time pushing her thighs wide and up. Yasmin head was forced forward by the back rest her hair in her eyes cascading over her tits. His cock had easily slid up her and now he rutted slowly but with intent deep inside her pressed canal." Ugh, ugh, ugh!" She grunted, her hands clawing the leather seat her expression one of surprise as the man's cock seemed to be finding new places she never knew she had. Millionaire geeks or no geeks over the years they had practiced fucking with some of the most willing stunning tarts possible. And also, some less than eager beauties. Yasmin had noticed that some of the video clips did appear to be more amateurish, although the women in them were so pretty they have could easily starred professionally.

"Uh, uh yess soo tight fuck ah, ah ahh!" He was enjoying his money's worth. The quiet polite woman he had seen so many times at the gate as he drove by. How he'd fantasized about her; even once paying a look-alike slut to stand in his grounds as he drove by. Then at the last second stopping, jumping out and force fucking her over his cars bonnet. However in the flesh she was much, much better. "Oooohh," She moaned grasping his neck staring straight at him eyes wide her mouth pouting. "Damn the bitch!" He thought in frustration her actions too much to resist, and his cock erupted. "Urrrggghgh!" Yasmin tensed, her thighs pushed almost flat apart "Ooooooohhhh!!!" His brother cheered as Victor spurted deep inside her hot body." Yeah! Fill her up bro, yee ha!"