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 KINK AT THE B&B

   I wandered round the churchyard reading tombstones and chain-smoking.  I
was early.  The vicar himself would be conducting the ceremony although
tonight he'd swop his dog collar for a horned mask, black robes and a
silver dagger.  They'd even offered me a position; it seemed there was
plenty of money sloshing about.  Americans mostly who went in for this sort
of stuff big time and were happy to spend to get what they wanted.  It was
tempting, seeing I was now unemployed.  But this was going to be murder;
child sacrifice.  I sat down on a long cold stone seat and wondered just
how I'd got myself in such a mess.

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   I hate last minute changes.  Maybe I was more than a little wound-up
about the new job than I appreciated, I wanted it to go well, but it
worried me my new employers didn't even seem able to do a simple thing like
booking me up in a hotel.  This was the third change of plan.

   "Hi Dave" the email began "We've had terrible trouble getting you booked
into the Grand as intended, but managed to find you a highly recommended
B&B instead only ten minutes from the Training Centre.  I've put all the
details in the enclosed attachment.  If you need anything further don't
hesitate to contact me.  Look forward to seeing you Mon.  Shirley"

   I was destined for Brighton.  It was the height of summer; a political
convention was under way and Gay Pride Week was in full swing.  So maybe it
wasn't too surprising everything was full, but I would have hoped Shirley,
or somebody in HR, would have anticipated that before sending me booking
details that couldn't be kept.  I consoled myself with the thought that
getting on a training course this early would definitely work to my
advantage later.  I wanted to move up the ladder quickly; I needed the
money.  I double checked Google Maps, printed off the email attachment and
hoped that together with the SatNav, I'd get there safely in one piece. 
After all, it wasn't Outer Mongolia; the problem was more the intricacies
of the endless one-way systems and now having to find some crap B&B
situated somewhere in the back-streets.



   After a gruelling three hours in slow moving traffic on a burning hot
afternoon the SatNav finally flashed `You are Here' Here happen to be a
tree lined street of terrace houses, not one showing a B&B sign.  I pulled
into the curb and checked the address against the house numbers I could
see. I wanted number 58 and if I was in the right street it should be three
houses up.  I checked the mirror, pulled back out and slowly drove into the
driveway of what I hoped was the right address.

   "Hello.  You must be Dave" I took the proffered hand of a pretty young
woman in a light cotton dress who answered the door.  I tried to keep my
eyes away from her nipples as I stuttered back a strained `Hello' myself.

   "I wasn't sure if this was the right place" I said over my shoulder,
lifting out my suitcases "You haven't got a sign or anything"

   "No" she called back brightly "We only advertise via an agency.  We
don't really do this much, take guests.  Only at the height of the season.
You know.  When things get desperate the agency gives us a call" she
laughed "Every little helps"

   By this time I was back at the door, suitcases in hand "I'm Molly" She
added and opened the door wide onto a large hall, oaked floored, a couple
of pastoral prints on the wall in cheap frames, a hall-side table with a
large spray of flowers in a white jug reflecting in an oval wall mirror and
the ornate dark oak balustrade of the staircase.  White plaster corniced
ceilings above gave away the house's Victorian pretensions but the overall
impression was one of warm and cosy family dwelling.  I could hear the
sound of a TV playing behind a nearby closed door and the soft, half-cry of
a baby, quickly soothed.

   "You're just on the first floor, Dave" Molly took the stairs and I
followed.  A little girl of about six jumped out of a door to my right and
stood staring at me with big blue eyes.  I put my case down and gave a wave
at which she rushed back the way she'd come and disappeared without a word.

   "That's Claire" smiled Molly back down at me "She doesn't say much"
Having delayed my climb, Molly was several steps above me and it seemed to
me, beneath the slight billowing of her light cotton dress, that she was
knickerless.  For a second we both stood still, looking at each other, then
I picked up my case and she turned and continued upwards.  I was tempted to
hold back and get a better look to confirm my suspicion's but instead took
a few big strides, caught her up and we both reached the landing together.

   "Here we go, Dave" she stood back and let me enter "Nice big room. 
Double bed.  Telly and on-suite.  Couldn't ask for more" she laughed easily
and I relaxed.  Either she hadn't noticed my lecherous glance or wasn't too
bothered by it.  Maybe, with having such a nice, shapely body, she was used
to being undressed by stranger's eyes.  She was right about the room
though. I was pleasantly surprised "Pop down in about an hour.  Supper be
ready by then" with that she left me.  I threw my cases on the bed and
shrugged off my jacket, my shirt was sticking to my back.  I really wanted
a shower.

   I came back into the bedroom fresh and clean and wearing the fluffy
dressing gown I'd found hanging behind the bathroom door.  I had a closer
look round my room; home for the next three days.  Except for a ghastly
multi-coloured carpet, the décor was easy enough on the eye.  The oak
theme, so evident in the hallway, was continued in the bedroom with the two
wooden bedside cabinets, both complete with white table lamps topped with
cream shades and a large oak chest of drawers to one side of the bedroom
door.  A fitted wardrobe was built into the alcove beside the bed.  The
large window looked out onto the drive where I'd parked my car;
streetlights showing through the trees were just starting to glimmer. 
Directly opposite the bed was a long sideboard upon which sat a laptop,
which I thought was a nice touch and in the corner the ubiquitous TV.

   I checked the laptop out.  It was fairly new with a large screen and a
built-in webcam.  The stand-by light was gently flashing, so it looked all
ready to go and would be ideal for checking my mail updates before I set
off tomorrow morning.  I busied myself shaking out clothes and sorting them
away in cupboard and drawers.  There wasn't much else to do.  I had the one
suit, which I'd wear on the first day and some casuals that might be needed
for drinks after work or perhaps for the course, once I'd worked out what
the preferred dress code was.  A few shirts, a few socks and pants.  That
was it; not much of a wardrobe.

   Pulling out the drawer of a bedside cabinet I found a comic book, of
sorts.  I picked it up and leafed through.  I can only describe it as one
of those Japanese Manga type comics, much stylised drawings in black and
white.  The drawings were of adults, both men and women, having sex with
children.  I flipped a few more pages.  The drawings were pretty obscene
with young girls being penetrated with huge phalluses or dildos, most
dressed as school girls and often tied up with thick ropes.  The artist had
incorporated every erotic element he could think of and despite the
`cartoonish' aspects of the work it was very clever at conveying the
essence of `the real thing' and I was finding it very arousing.

   I shrugged off my dressing gown and standing naked began to stroke at a
very hard erection.  Then I remembered the laptop.  I glanced over and
wondered about the webcam.  Was it on?  Was I being watched?

   "Dave!" Molly's voice shouted from downstairs "Supper's ready"

   "OK" I croaked back "Down in a minute"



   As I walked into the kitchen a tall thin young man stood up and
stretched out his hand "Hi Dave.  I'm Jim, come and sit down" Jim was
dressed in tee shirt and shorts.  Very short shorts with high curved legs
and I couldn't help noticing the bugle of balls and jut of cock beneath the
thin material.  I wondered suddenly if they were both nudists or something
similar.  Underwear seemed in short supply all round.

   Jim nodded at the book I held in my hand "What's that?"

   "I found it in my room.  Thought it best to bring it down" I passed the
book over to him but before he could take it Molly removed it from my hand.

   "Ah" she said softly "One of Harry's" she waved the book at Jim and
tutted and then turned to me "Sorry, Dave.  I should have checked"

   "That's OK" I replied "I wasn't too shocked or anything.  Just felt
you'd like to keep hold of it in case you had a more narrow-minded guest.
Wouldn't like you to get a complaint.  The room's great, by the way"

   "Thanks Dave, I'm pleased you like it" Molly put the book on a kitchen
shelf between a large saucepan and stack of cookery books.  A strange place
to store it I thought "There's no harm in it, is there?" she said lightly.

   "Not unless you want there to be" said Jim cryptically.

   The atmospheres in the little kitchen changed, became charged somehow
and I felt my cock unexplainably twitch.  I looked at Jim, who had a half
smile on his face, his eyes locked on Molly.  I felt for sure, something
private, something secret, passing between them.  Molly chuckled and the
moment ended.

   After a pleasant meal of pasta with a nice glass of red, we moved to the
living room.  Claire was lying on the carpet, skirt up, showing a small
white bum as she watched TV.  I wondered again if anyone in this house worn
underwear.  On a long low table was a carry-cot with a sleeping naked baby
girl, obviously being kept cool and comfortable after the day's heat.

   Jim flopped down on a long comfy looking brown settee and waved his hand
at the armchair for myself.

   Molly came in with some more wine, bottle in one hand and glasses in the
other and sitting down next to Jim pulled out a packet of cigarettes from
behind a cushion "Do you mind?" she smiled across at me.

   "Of course not.  In fact I wouldn't mind one myself if you have enough"
She lit one for herself and threw me the packet "It's OK with the kids?" I
asked, nodding towards the carry-cot.

   She leant back and took a deep drag of her cigarette "It does them no
harm, Dave.  At least, I don't think it does them any harm.  I ask you,
what kind of a Mother would I be to harm my own children?"

   I was a bit taken aback by the question and didn't know how to take it.
If it wasn't for the innocent expression on her face I would have felt she
was being argumentative.  Who was I to question how she brought up her
children in her own house.  Then she did something very strange.  Taking
another deep drag she leant over the carry-cot and deliberately blew a
large stream of smoke over the baby inside and then looked up and smiled
broadly at me.  My heart jumped.  Resting her hand on the cot edge she
looked down at the billowing smoke with a half-smile.  I watched as the ash
on her cigarette grew longer.  Lifting a finger she made as if she was
about to tap the hot ash off into the cot and as if seeking permission
glanced across at Jim.  Again, that odd something, that secret sharing
thing passed between them.

   Having had my attention brought back to Jim I was startled to see his
cock emerging from the side of his shorts.  He smiled and nodded at Molly
and she tapped the cigarette, letting the ash drop onto the baby who let
out a small cry.  She quickly blew the ash from the child's body but left
the hot tip of her cigarette hovering over the child as if she was
considering doing something more with it.

   Jim now had his fully erect cock out "Don't waste it" he said hoarsely.
I couldn't take any more and roughly pulling out my cock went to stand
beside the cot where I could see what Molly was doing.

   She looked down at my stiff cock, then up at me and smiled "Watched you
wank, Dave.  Wank over Harry's little book and knew then you'd like to
play. You wanna play, Dave?"

   I nodded mutely.  Spitting on her free hand she wiped her spittle around
the head of my cock, giving it a few good hard squeezes as she did. 
Holding my cock firmly she brought up her other hand with the glowing
cigarette.  She carefully chose a spot and dabbed the cigarette tip against
the top of my cock.  I felt the burn, but it was very brief and was
followed quickly by Molly pulling my foreskin over the spot and calming the
burning down with another drool of spittle.  Now I could feel a spreading
heat from the cigarette that far from being painful felt wickedly good. 
Stopping her rubbing she pulled back my foreskin and considered the next
spot to jab.

   I pushed myself forward, eager for the soft torment she was going to
give me.  She dabbed twice and this time held the tip against my cock head
just a little bit longer and it hurt, but the warm spreading of the
after-burn beneath her moving hand felt far better and suddenly I couldn't
stop myself cumming and I came all over the baby.

   "Mmmm.  That's nice" she moaned and quickly run her fingers into the
spunk, pooling up a good sized puddle between the baby's legs into which
she roughly stubbed-out the last of her cigarette.  The child gave a wail
but that didn't stop Molly from stuffing the remains of the ruined fag up
the baby's cunt.

   Jim jumped up and crushed his mouth to hers.  Drawing her upright he
thrust his hand beneath her dress and started to bring her off.  Molly
reached out until her fingers managed to find Jim's cock and pulled at him
hard.  Jim's spunk also spurted out onto the baby beneath us, now quietly
whimpering, joining what was left of my own creamy spill, lying there still
with the squashed cigarette end sticking out the baby's cunt.  With Jim's
release they both fell back on the sofa.

   Molly patted the seat between them and Jim shoved up to leave a gap
"Strip off Dave" I didn't hesitate "Claire" she shouted to the girl, who
all through our antics over the cot hadn't stopped watching TV "Claire. 
Give the baby her bottle"

   I'd only just settled between them when Molly got up, replenished our
drinks and offered cigarettes.  As we lit up I wondered what she had in
mind now, but before sitting back down she plonked a large glass ashtray on
the coffee table, so I at least knew where the dog-ends were destined for
this time.

   "You liked Harry's little book then, Dave?" Molly slid sideways and
rested an arm across the back of the sofa behind me.

   "I did" I grinned at her "That and the webcam was a little test, wasn't
it?"

   "Yes, it was and you passed with flying colours.  Few do.  But we love
pervs Dave and it's a quick way to find out if our guest is gonna play" as
if to prove a point she took my half limp cock and started to play with it
"Dave" she said shyly "Stroke Jim's cock.  He likes it hard" Jim pulled off
his shorts and laid back.  Could I really object, I thought, as I took him
in hand.

   "Does this Harry really exist?" I slipped my free hand up between her
legs.

   "Oh, yes" she replied and nodding at the cot said "That's Harry's baby.
He wanted one you see, all for himself and I gave him one"

   That took me by surprise "What's he want a baby for?"

   "Don't be stupid, Dave.  He's a pedo.  Now he's got her, I doubt she'll
last long.  Once he's had a little play himself he'll take her off to his
friends"

   "And you.  How do you feel about that?  She's yours too, isn't she?"

   "I love it, Dave.  Love it.  I hope to watch.  Watch it all and be there
at the end.  Course, I want to be punished for being so bad"

   "How do you want to be punished, Molly?" thinking on how fuck-up she so
obviously was got my cock flexing and she knew it.

   "I want my cunt destroyed.  Jim's gonna do it.  Look" pulling up her
dress she leant back and showed me her cunt.  It was covered in knife cuts
and cigarette burns "That's just the start.  I want it whipped and pierced
and Jim's promised he's gonna smash it black and blue with his boot.  Can't
wait"

   These people were definitely weird, totally without morals and very
exciting.  I remembered my cock burning and how good it felt.  The images
Molly had evoked about having her cunt destroyed were certainly turning her
on; she was frigging herself now as she spoke with some gusto.  Suddenly,
it became too much for her and standing she stripped off her dress and
threw it to the floor.

   She lit a fresh cigarette and flopped back down with her legs spread
wide.  Holding her cunt lips open with her free hand she pushed the burning
cigarette slowly up her cunt.  She writhed, moaned and slapped at her cunt
whilst doing it.  I'd never seen anyone, even on a porn site, be so
wonderfully fucked-up, turned-on and sick.  Rolling onto her knees she
thrust her arse at me "Fuck me, Dave"

   I had to stand up to re-position myself and while I did Jim reached in
and squeezed Molly's cunt, he then wiped a surprisingly good amount of cunt
juice into Molly's arse-hole and moved back out the way for me to get in.
Holding my cock I guided it against her arse and began to push.  It broke
in fairly easily.  It so hot, so tight in there and I began to rock
steadily inching myself inside until I could fuck away in earnest.  Molly
had her head in a pillow, alternatively rubbing and slapping at her cunt.

   I flinched when I felt Jim's hand stroking at my balls, but relaxed when
it seemed he wasn't going to do anything more than roll them around.  Then
he gave them a light slap and I stopped my thrusting expecting to feel some
discomfort, ready to tell him to pack it in, but in fact I felt very little
and started back again to my pushing.  The next slaps were a little harder
and I was about to complain when I felt some really strange stirrings in my
ball-sack.  Jim hit them again and this time it was followed immediately by
a great surging sensation inside my ball sack that hardened up my cock even
further.  I looked over my shoulder and whispered "Harder" I opened my legs
and Jim came in with both fists.

   I couldn't fuck Molly at the same time as Jim pounded at my balls, but I
didn't need to do much more, with my cock head held fast in her hot hole I
was off in a different world of erotic pleasure all on my own.  After I
came I just lay draped over Molly's back for a few moments.  Jim left me,
took hold of Molly's hair and banged her head about until pushing his cock
in her mouth.

   Later, with the three of us lying naked, Molly lightly played with my
balls "There's a lot we could show you, Dave"

   "I'd like that" I smiled back.

   She gave my balls a sharp twist "I know you would" she laughed "Would
you like to see more of Harry's books.  Perhaps a vid?"

   "Yeah.  I'd like that too"

   "Do you know what Hurtcore is Dave?" I shook my head "I love it.  Really
gets me off" she smiled "I think we gonna have a good couple of days
together, Dave.  Would you like Claire to finish you off before bed?"

   "What?"I asked.  She didn't answer.

   "Claire" she called "Come over here and give Dave a blow job"

   I stood up and Jim circled his arms around me and began pulling at my
cock to get it ready but seeing the six year old throw off her dress and
walk naked towards me was more than enough to get me stiff.  Molly pushed
down the girls head, but she didn't need much instruction, she knew what
she was doing.  Having a small soft mouth suck at your cock is one of the
best things ever.

   Molly slipped a hand between the girl's legs and began to rub "That's
it. Good girl.  Suck it up, Claire.  Don't forget to swallow"

   Jim wet a finger and shoved it up Claire's bum.  Poor girl, she was
almost being lifted off the floor by the force of her parents frigging
"Push it down her throat, Dave" Jim encouraged me as he got another finger
in.

   That night, in the bathroom light, I inspected my cock.  Two small
pitted marks showed on my foreskin.  Pulling it back revealed blacken smug
marks on my cock head.  I rubbed in the Savalon I'd found in the bathroom
cabinet although what little soreness there was actually felt quiet
pleasant and for the umpteen time that evening my cock started to stir. 
Lifting my cock aside I checked out my balls.  I was surprised to find no
bruising although they did feel a bit enlarged and heavier than usual.  I
started to understand how having her cunt destroyed was such an exciting
idea for Molly.  Me too.  I wouldn't mind doing a bit of the whipping.  Jim
had suggested as much.  He'd also suggested he had much, much more to show
me.

   Before bed I powered-up the laptop and send off an email to Shirley,
apologising for my absence at tomorrow's training session as I was stricken
down with a sudden bout of gastroenteritis and would not be able to attend.
No, I wasn't going anywhere.

   What next, I wondered.

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