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HOOKED
By Anonymous
Section B:
She gave a little half smile, put her hands on my hips,
lifted them underneath my shirt, her fingertips scratched at my skin,
and then went down into the tops of my panties.
"Collette, no!"
"Ten...nine...eight....seven...and still coming down!"
Collette mocked me as she pulled my underwear down around my legs.
Georgie whoofed with glee at what she was doing. Because I was
stretched up the bottom of my shirt had been lifted halfway up my
bottom and between the shirt and my stocking tops I was now totally
naked. It was all a nightmare, impossible, that I could be displayed
like this in front of a leering old man.
"Collete, you're a bitch, a slut!" I cursed her.
"And you're a miserable fucking bitch, Yvonne. For God's sake
put a smile on your face and enjoy the party. And don't worry, you can
come as you are."
She laughed at the expression on my face, knelt down and
finished slipping the panties down to ankle height: "Off the deck,
please, Georgie."
"OK", Georgie responded, lifting me completely off the carpet
for the second it took Collette to slip the waistband over my uniform
lace-up shoes. She knelt back and jerked the fishing line free of the
wall, then stood up holding my skirt and panties. "So that's it,
Georgie. You can let her go now."
My heels fell back onto the carpet with a perceptible jolt as
he released me: "You are OK, Yvonne?"
I'd actually started to massage my wrists before I realised
how my shirt was still rucked up around my middle and hastily tugged
it down. Even with my shirt held down at full stretch and bending
forward I was barely decent.
Collette stepped past and looked scornful: "You live in
perpetual fear of giving any man any pleasure, don't you, Yvonne?"
"Give me my clothes back."
"Hmmm....maybe your skirt, later. Maybe; but not these." She
smiled and held up my panties, turning over the waistband and looking
at them closely. "When you were unpacking in your room I noticed this
neat habit you have of inking your name on all your clothing. It's a
hangover from school camp days you've got to learn to abandon, Yvonne.
The last thing a smart young lady should is to put her name in indian
ink on her undies. You never know where they may turn up. Like these,
for example."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm going to put these and your skirt away in the
safe and keep them locked up until Georgie and I are finished.
Afterwards, I'll give you your skirt back but not these little
charmers. Right at the back of the safe are a pile of mortgage files
that usually only get taken out once every six months. So I'm going to
tuck these away in those files. Which will make it an interesting
situation, because there's only two keys to the safe, the manager's
and mine. If you keep quiet about Georgie and me I'll take these out
before the mortgages get checked. On the other hand, if rumors should
start up in the town about wild goings on in the bank, then old
pumkin-head might get a tip-off to take a close look inside his safe.
Maybe he'll get a notion you somehow managed to plant your panties
inside it because you've got an uncontrollable passion for him."
Collette laughed at the idea, and no wonder. The manager was
so fat he could hardly waddle and his head did look uncannily like a
halloween mask. Not that it stopped him making fresh remarks to all
the girls, which was about the only fresh thing about him, as he had a
body odour problem like a garbage truck. As for the idea of him
finding my underwear tucked away in the back of the office safe -
well, the ensuing interview was just unimaginable!
"Collette -you can't do that! Please!"
Her response was to bend down in front of the safe and to put
away not only my skirt but hers as well, folding them up neatly as she
did so. With George standing beside her there was no way I could even
try to stop her. Then she pulled out a couple of the files from the
back of the safe and made a big thing of blowing dust off the covers.
"If you think about things for a few minutes, Yvonne, I guess
you'll soon realise there's a way I don't have to do this. After all,
it would be a pity for all of us if pumpkin-head were to find these
accidentally through spring cleaning his safe or something." She
pushed the panties inside one of the covers and replaced the files.
It seemed clear enough, even in my naivete, what she was
suggesting. I didn't want to say it out openly though, that if I did
for Georgie what she was clearly prepared to do for him, then I would
be just as implicated as she was. And if I was as guilty as she was
there'd be no need for any blackmailing items left in the safe because
there was no way I would dare talk about any of this.
Georgie grinned at me as Collette relocked the safe and stood
up, hanging the key back around her neck on a thin silver chain. As
soon as she was upright he grunted impatiently, caught her by the
scruff of her neck and pushed her back towards the desk. Collette
giggled and leaned forward over the side, in the same position as when
I'd first seen her. Georgie went down on his knees, hooked his fingers
into the split gusset of her panties, pulled them apart and then
buried his face into her bottom like a bear snuffling for honey.
Collette laughed and raised her buttocks again to give him room to
work. She looked to her side, towards me, with a sardonic smile.
"Haven't you run away, yet, Yvonne?"
"No," I replied, my mouth incredibly dry. "No, I haven't run
away. How far could I run, dressed like this?"
Collette giggled, partly at what I was saying and partly
because of what Georgie's tongue was doing to her. "Why don't you make
yourself useful, then? Go to the other side of the desk, where Georgie
can see you, and take off your shirt for him."
It seemed to take ages before my feet began moving. Even
longer before I was standing in front of Collette's head with
Georgie's keen eyes looking up at me like a feeding eagle's from over
her prone back. My eye was caught by a length of thin black thread
which went from underneath the desk to the top handle of the filing
cabinet, a small shiny bell like a christmas tree decoration hanging
from it. Obviously it was the bell I'd heard giving the alarm when I'd
been caught. Once again I felt angry astonishment at how easily I'd
fallen into the trap. But I'd only fallen into the trap because I'd
fallen into temptation and now I must do my penance.
Standing behind the manager's padded chair, I was just about
decently shielded as I began to unbutton the front of my shirt.
Colette was glancing up frequently and still gasping in delight at
Georgie's handiwork - tongue work - whilst I worked my way down the
buttons, wondering how it could be that I was managing to undo them
with my fingers trembling so much. When I slipped the shirt off my
arms and put it down across the top of the chair, I was left with only
my bra and jewellery above my waist, and only my stockings and
suspenders behind the chair.
"Very nice girl, Yvonne. You are very beautiful." I looked up
from my discarded shirt and saw that Georgie was leaning back on his
haunches, open mouthed and his swarthy face even darker than I could
remember seeing it before. Both of his hands were exploring Collette
where his mouth has just been, though it seemed to be something he was
less interested in doing so than in looking and talking to me.
"Turn that chair around and sit on it," Collette demanded.
Wondering what she had in mind I did as she wanted, now with
my back to her. I heard her moving and felt her behind me, just before
the chair was dragged around again. Collette had turned it, with
Georgie still on the other side of the desk, standing now and grinning
widely at me as I made a last futile effort to protect my modesty by
putting my hands in my lap. Her sharp fingernails dug into my
earlobes, painfully.
"Hands on top of the armrests, honey, and knees wide apart.
Here's where the fun really starts for you."
Georgie sank back down onto the carpet, behind the desk and
out of sight, before appearing again as he crawled underneath it, his
thick black hair moving up between my not quite so black stockings. I
felt the tickling of his mustache's ends against my sensitive skin and
gasped. Georgie laughed, pressed against me even closer and put his
tongue against my bush of pubic hairs, dampening them. At the same
moment he released a catch on the side of the chair which he seemed to
be very familiar with and I slumped backwards. When the chair had
settled back into the new position I could see Collette looking down
at me with interest, and Georgie's face peering up at me with even
more interest.
"It's like being in a dentist's chair, but without the pain,
just lots of pleasure," Collette encouraged me. "All we need now is a
couple more adjustments. Lift your legs up and put them on the desk."
Georgie's hands seemed remarkably rough and calloused as he
put them behind my knees, on the soft hot skin underneath the nylon
stockings. He helped me lift my legs up until I could rest the heels
of my shoes on top of the desk, and I hoped to God I wasn't marking
the polished wooden surface. Georgie seemed far more interested in the
wet mark he'd made on me, blowing softly on the place. This couldn't
be happening, not in the bank, not with a man's eyes only inches away
from the most intimate part of my body, not with his breath fluttering
against a dampness that was more and more my own involuntary reaction
to that first touch of his tongue.
It all seemed so much a lunatic's dream that I hardly noticed
Collette unhooking the front of my bra and pulling the cups apart.
Georgie looked up and flashed his white teeth as Collette's
fingernails clamped themselves like kitten's claws around my
tightening nipples. "OK, Georgie boy, I've kept my side of the deal.
She's all yours."
Again I felt the stiff hairs on Georgie's upper lip scratching
me, again I felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue working against
me, probings its target area with practised skill. It was like having
an electric eel swimming into me, an indescribable sensation.
"Deal - what deal?" I gasped
"Oh, Georgie always paid a nice fat bonus for the fun of
fucking me and Susie together. As soon as he saw you he offered me the
same deal again if I could get you to join in. And it looks as if he's
going to have to pay up."
"No - no. I won't..." Even as I was making the denial I was
gripping the armrests of the chair like an astronaut during blastoff
and beginning to moan with pleasure. Colette nipped my trapped nipples
in her nails and chuckled.
"Yeah, sure, honey, you're just cock teasing him and there's
no way you're going to get fucked every which way. To tell the the
truth though, from where I'm standing it looks like money in the
bank."
Georgie leaned back and looked up at me, as if judging the
results of his handiwork so far. His hands settled on my thighs, slid
over the stocking tops, the thumbs touched my pussy and spread the
lips apart as if he was opening an oyster before tasting the meat
inside.
"Yvonne, you are a beautiful girl, and I think this is your
first time with a man, yes?"
I didn't want to say anything, I only nodded, and Collette
whooped with joy, giving me two more painful pinches. "Oh, great,
another bonus! I just wish I could put it on your cubicle card for the
customers to read - bank teller in training and recent ex-virgin!"
Georgie leaned forward again, licking me until I was wriggling
around in the chair, the regular creaking noise from underneath it
counterpointing my panting as I wondered how much more of this I could
stand. Not only was that tongue driving me crazy, Collette was
continually flicking at my straining nipples with her nails. She
chuckled as she saw my fingers stroking through Georgie's hair and
heard me whimpering like a trapped animal.
"Honey, I think I'd better get the altar ready so we can
sacrifice a virgin who looks like she badly needs it!"
Collette was absolutely right, of course, by then I wanted
Georgie Kalvos more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life, more
than I'd believed it was possible to want anything. Watching with
bulging eyes I saw her go to the sofa at the side of the office, pick
up the square seat squabs and put them down on the top of the desk,
only pausing for a second as I suddenly squealed. Georgie had pushed a
massive finger straight up my bottom and I was clenched around it like
a thanksgiving turkey being stuffed. When he scratched me inside with
his fingernail I arched back so much I thought the chair was going to
topple over.
"Behave yourself, Georgie," Collette said mildly as if he was
a naughty schoolboy. "I think you need to lie down and regain your
strength for a minute or two."
As always, he did as she told him, and did it straight away,
coming out from underneath the desk and standing up. At least it was a
relief to have that finger removed.
"That's the wonderful thing about men," Collette said to me.
"As long as they can screw themseves stupid they're as easy to control
as carthorses. Just remember, Yvonne, men are tool using animals and
women are men using animals."
There never was any doubt about Collette, she was a natural
born brothel keeper right from the beginning. Going back to the sofa
she collected the two loose cushions and stacked them at one end of
the desk.
"I suppose I'd better undress you as well, hadn't I?" She was
speaking to Georgie again as if he was a little boy, smirking like an
indulgent mother as she showed her skill at loosening belts again,
this time the one around Georgie's pants. Then she glanced at me,
expression and voice changing instantly as if she was talking to a
slave.
"Yvonne, kneel down here and unlace Georgie's shoes."
I struggled to get out of the chair, walked unsteadily around
the desk and got down on the carpet in front of them. I had a sudden
fear I was going to pull at the wrong ends of the laces and turn them
into unworkable knots and Georgie would get mad at me. But instead,
the laces fell apart easily and the brown loafers - I can see them
still - slipped off his feet. He took a step back from them as Collete
walked around between us, lowering Georgie's pants. She knelt down in
front of him as she did so, and Georgie rested his hands briefly on
her shoulders as he lifted his legs out of the pants. It was like
watching a pair of ballroom dancers going through a well-rehearsed
routine.
She stood up again, still facing him and walked backwards
towards the desk. "Come on, Georgie boy, time to let us do the work."
He moved with her, again as if they were dancing face to face, until I
saw her fingers were holding onto the huge erection that jutted out in
front of him like the boom of a crane. It looked like the ones I'd
seen in the blue pictures the girls at school had passed around, but
I'd never imagined anything that size in real life, no matter how big
the man. I couldn't believe a normal looking girl like Collette had
been taking that monster into her. God help me if it happened to me -
instead of feeling like a stuffed turkey I'd be more like a ruptured
duck!
Georgie lay back on top of the desk, his head on the cushions
and his cock standing up in its swollen pride. Collette put her hand
on it again, gently teasing the outer skin up and down in short
movements.
"OK, you come and stand between his legs, Yvonne."
I did as she wanted, while Collette continued to play with
Georgie as she smiled at me.
"The Queen of England is married to a Greek - did you know
that? I wonder if she does this for him...." She leaned forward, her
hair carefully pinned up staying exactly in place, and licked the head
of his cock, then put her mouth over it and slowly bobbed her head
up and down for a few seconds as Georgie groaned with pleasure. After
that she stood upright again, smiling even more widely.
"I hope you're watching closely, Yvonne, because this is what
you're going to be doing every Thursday afternoon from now on."
My throat was too constricted to say anything. All I could do
was to nod my head in a kind of stupified daze. "Take a hold of it
then," Collette said. "It won't bite you - it may do a lot of other
things to you, but it won't bite."
I put my fingers where hers had been, astonished at the heat
of the skin and the power of the blood pulsing through the swollen
veins. It was as if all the force in Georgie's body had gathered
together in this one limb with a temporary life of its own that
demanded everybody else's attention. Tentatively, I tweaked the tiny
amount of play in the tightly stretched skin as Collette had done. It
was a surprise to me that he reacted in the same way as he had done to
her, muttering with obvious pleasure.
"Watch this," she said, and scratched between his thighs at
the bottom of his two crinkled up testicles. Georgie gasped and
twitched in what seemed like an involuntary reaction. "Works every
time," she said smugly. "Practice it for a while."
As I did so, holding the cock with one hand and scratching
underneath his balls, Georgie jerked up and down in response looking
at me and also at Collette as she swiftly took off her shirt I
thought sourly that it was something of a change for her to be taking
off her own clothes instead of everybody else's.
Her bra straps she slid off her shoulders and then tugged the
big pink cups down around her waist. Afterwards she went to the other
end of the desk and put her hands underneath the cushions, raising
Georgie's head a few more inches. He laughed and reached up, taking
her fat boobs fully in his hands, but still staring at me.
"Take your tit harness off as well, honey. You may not be as
big as me but you've got a nice pair."
There was no point in keeping it on anyway, it was still
hanging open and hiding nothing. I took it off, threw it onto the
chair and wondered what would happen if old pumpkin head walked into
his office right now - the only consolation was that there was
probably an excellent chance he'd drop dead on the spot from a heart
attack.
"OK, bend over Georgie and rub your tits around his cock."
Collette sounded very breathless herself now, probably because of the
way Georgie's fingers were mashing her nipples.
I did as she wanted, astounded again by the heat and energy
inside that jutting phallus symbol as it pressed up against me whilst
I slithered around on top of it.
"Lick his stomach, Yvonne. Lick it."
His skin down in front of me was lighter coloured than his
face, what little of it I could see under what seemed like an
incredible amount of body hair. Nobody had ever told me that men had
fur all over them. There were bars of bright light from the setting
sun coming through the blinds and lying across his body in golden
stripes, one of them centered exactly over his belly button.
Still rubbing myself against his cock, I leaned forward and
started licking where the sunlight had fallen, as if I was
worshipping nature itself by poking my tongue into that furry little
depression. It didn't seem too much of a fanciful thought, not as I
was, spreadeagled out on top of a body of awesome strength and
roughness that was so obviously ready to start rutting like a stag in
season. I heard Collette gasp with pain and knew why, having
experienced the power of Georgie's grip myself.
"Alright, Yvonne, down on your knees."
I knew their eyes were totally fixed on me as I lowered myself
down between Georgie's muscular thighs, holding his shaft tightly with
my right hand. When I flicked it I saw him squeeze Collette's boobs so
hard her white flesh bulged out between his fingers as if it were new
mixed dough. She flicked her head back with her mouth hanging open,
somewhere between pain and ecstasy. When his grip eased she spoke to
me.
"You've never sucked a man's cock before?"
There didn't seem any point in being shy about anything now.
"No, I haven't," I answered her, though my voice was hardly
more than a croak.
She gasped again at Georgie's handling, then looked down at
him. "You're going to be the first man she ever does this for. You're
going to be the first one she ever gives a blow job, the first man who
ever fucks her. You'll pay for that?"
Georgie barked back something in Greek, then said: "Yes - yes,
everything I said!"
"Watch her then. Yvonne, lean forward, keep your face up. Lick
him first, at the top of his cock, then up and down the back of it,
and then his balls - do it slowly, slowly."
She was still holding Georgie's head up so he could watch me
as I obeyed the orders. Suddenly I found the courage to look back
directly into his eyes as I moved closer and began my novice attempt
at the ritual of female submission. As the the tip of my tongue
touched the tip of his erection he snorted as a stallion would and
those dominating eyes flickered like loose light globes. Suddenly I
realised that this wasn't something nasty or obscene, it was fun.
Firstly, I was giving him back the pleasure he'd given me, and, even
more satisfying, as I was doing it he kept on mangling Collette's tits
and making her screech like a startked parrot. About time that fat
arrogant bitch got a taste of her own medicine, I thought.
It was too good to last though. He finally let her go and she
pulled herself up onto the desk and on top of him on her hands and
knees. All Georgie had to do was to wait until she could position her
cunt over his mouth and he was pulling her panties apart again to lick
her. Collette immediately returned the compliment by taking him in her
mouth again. There was only room left enough to lick around his balls,
so I did that.
It suddenly seemed to me it was likely he would come in her
mouth and that would be it for the day, with him being such an old guy
and all, though if I'd known anything at all about Georgie's powers of
recuperation I'd have known better. But what happened instead was that
he suddenly gave Collette a tremendously loud double slap on the
cheeks of her ass. She lifted herself up and lifted her head from his
cock, giving the shiny wet tip a final rub with her thumb.
"It's all yours now, Yvonne. It's fucking time and you're the
one that's got to find a home for this."
"Oh God! What's it like, Collette - please?"
She giggled: "Nothing to worry about, honey - the only thing
you'll notice afterwards is that you've started walking like John
Wayne!"
Georgie must have heard what she said, even with her thighs
clamped over his ears, because he laughed loudly. Then Colette was
quickly sliding off the desk on one side and Georgie was standing up
in front of me. He grabbed my breasts, each one almost covered by a
huge hand and waltzed us around in a second, so I was pressed against
the desk. Then he lifted me by my tits as I yelled out and clung to
his forearms, before going backwards and down, the edge of the desk
behind my knees and the leather seat squabs underneath me. Georgie
squatted down, grabbed my ankles and lifted them up above his
shoulders, looking down at me with a odd, almost solemn look on his
face as Collette pushed a cushion under my head. She, of course, was
still laughing.
"We'll make you comfortable, Yvonne, and then the doctor can
start his de-virginising operation."
The other cushion she pushed underneath my butt and George
stepped closer, his hands slipping down to my knees as I saw my shoes
raised up towards the ceiling until he laces were hanging down.
"One minute, Georgie, one minute, and then you can fuck her
stupid..." She went off to where a briefcase was in the corner, opened
the lid and came rushing back with a roll of money. Georgie lowered my
legs onto his shoulders and started pushing the bills into the tops of
my nylons as I'd seen him do to Collette.
"This is a union job, Yvonne," Collette said. "Nobody does
anything for the boss here for free." She reached down between us.
"Yvonne, I'd like to introduce you to Georgie's prick, and Georgie,
say hallo to Yvonne's cunt."
I could feel the head of that huge cock pushing past my lips
as she guided him into me. "Any last words as a virgin, honey?"
"God yes, fuck me, Georgie, please," I begged him.
And so he did. Very well and very often. It's not for that I'm
tempted to consign him to hell. It's because he never told me about
the tape recorder that Collette had left running underneath the desk.
Nor about her plans to rent me out to the local cops.
THE END
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HOOKED
By Anonymous
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