The Northen Nymphs

Jess was feeling happy; she was in the second year of her law degree and working part time at a local law firm. She had just had a phone call from her work with a special assignment.

Her dad, Paul, had a job that involved work offshore and all around the globe and her mum, Judith, was a well-respected self-employed business consultant.

She had pretty 'girl next door' looks, 5 foot-6 tall with long wavy black hair and brown eyes. She has long legs and a taught body with pert 32 'B' boobs. She had a boyfriend Harry, who was a lovely guy. They had an active but very vanilla sex life.

She was especially happy today because the partner in charge of the criminal law department at her law firm had asked her to take her first ever statement from a defendant in a case they were working for.

In her excitement Jess told her mum all about the assignment. The defendant, Tony, was the landlord at a local pub in one of the rougher areas of town. He was accused of various crimes, including assault causing actual bodily harm and conducting unlicensed licensable activities.

When Judith heard this, she said. "I don't like that area; it is quite rough. I will drive you and wait for you while you take the statement." Judith would have been even more worried if Jess had told her who it was that she was interviewing.

When she was a teenager Judith had 'dated' Tony. He was a very muscular, tall, shaven headed, tattooed man. She had never told her parents about Tony and in truth their relationship was all about sex, Tony had used her like a cheap hooker, and she had loved it.

Jess had arranged to meet Tony at 10:30 at the pub.

He stood watching at the window as Judith's car pulled up outside. He immediately recognised the driver as the woman grown out of the teen he had enjoyed using 20 odd years previously.

A sly smile slid across his face as he ducked away from the window before Judith saw him. He was sure that if she had known who it was that her daughter was coming to meet, she would have driven straight off again.

When the doorbell rang Tony answered the door but made sure that he opened it in a way that Judith would not be able to see him. He invited Jess in and sat her down at one of the tables in the saloon bar. He was charm personified and offered Jess a coffee which she gratefully accepted.

As Tony made the coffee he observed the young lady, taking in her smart professional appearance in a skirt suit and blouse with medium heeled shoes and sheer tights. Looking closely, it was clear to him that this was clearly the daughter of his old 'flame' Judith.

Tony brought over the coffee and started to chat to Jess. During the chat he ascertained that she was at Uni, her dad worked away a lot and that her mum was a business consultant. He also discovered that she was in a relationship with Harry, who she adored.

Jess studied the man sat opposite her. He looked to be about 50, he was very muscley, although he was starting to develop a beer belly. His arms were covered in tattoos, his head was shaved all of which gave him a threatening presence although his smile and charm towards her contradicted the initial impression.

Over the course of the next hour Jess took the formal witness statement from Tony and was pleased with the outcome. She told Tony that she would get it typed up and then arrange to come back to check the draft with him. She proudly passed her one of her business cards and said, "if you need anything in the meantime, just email me or give me a ring."

Just as she was about to leave Tony stopped her. "You said that your mum is a business consultant, didn't you? Have you got one of her business cards? I really need some advice."

Jess rummaged in her handbag and eventually pulled out a card which she gave to Tony. They shook hands and Jess left the pub and got back into her mum's car.

Judith asked how things had gone and smiled as Jess excitedly told her about the success of her first real client interaction. They drove off and Judith dropped her euphoric daughter at her law firm before heading towards her own offices in the city center.

Shortly after Judith got settled behind her desk her phone rang. She picked it up and said; "Hello."

"Hello Posh," a voice from the past said, "remember me?"

Judith heart stopped for a second, she knew it was Tony.

He was the 'bit of rough' that she had been with when she was a 17/18 year old schoolgirl. He had named her 'Posh Spice' because she was a girl from a middle-class background and he was a product of Medow Well area, an area infamous for the riots in the early 1990's.

For about 6 months they were together. Tony worked the doors at clubs and sold drugs to punters. She was the archetypal 'good schoolgirl' dabbling with a 'bad boy'. It had been torrid but ended when Judith went off to university.

"Hello Tony", she replied.

"Guess who I saw this morning? She came to take my statement; she really is very like you were back then, I wonder if she is as hot to trot as her mother was? She is coming back soon, maybe I will find out if she is as cock hungry as her slutty mother was."

Her heart stopped again as her worst fears started to come true. "Tony, no!" Judith pleaded, "don't you dare touch her, she is a good girl."

"What's in it for me to leave her alone then?" He asked, "will you take her place?"

"I, I'm happily married," Judith stammered. "I couldn't....."

Tony laughed, "well it's you or her, your choice."

Judith thought for a minute, she was trapped, and they both knew it. "Oh God, ok I, ok I'll do it," Judith stammered.

"Right then, here are your instructions. You will come to my pub tomorrow at 3:00pm. You will wear your shortest skirt and tank top, stockings, high heels and no underwear. I want your make up to be heavy and bright red lipstick. Ok?"

"I, I," Judith gulped and stuttered.

"Do you understand," Tony asked.

"Yes Tony."

"Good I will see you are 3 tomorrow then," he said and hung up.

The next day Judith went home at lunch time to change. Her head was whirling with thoughts. She had enjoyed the sex with Tony all those years ago. He had introduced her to bondage, taken her anal virginity, he would finger her in public and on occasions fuck her in an ally or park all of which she had loved 'back in the day'.

Sex with him had been amazing, the best she had ever experienced but now he had threatened to fuck her daughter and was blackmailing her to fuck him again.

She sighed and started to change, removing her business trouser suit and blouse. She took off her bra and looked in the mirror.

Not bad for an old bird, she thought, her tits were a generous 'C' or 'D' cup and still pretty firm. They were topped with big areola and in the middle of these sat her super sensitive nipples which grow to half an inch long when erect.

She hooked her thumbs in her knickers and pulled them down her legs, she was shocked and embarrassed to note that the gusset was really quite damp.

She put on a shower cap and jumped in the shower for a quick wash and again was surprised how, as she washed her boobs and between her legs, ripples of pleasure and excitement ran through her body.

She jumped out of the shower and dried off before sitting at her dressing table to apply her makeup. Smokey eyes, mascara, red lipstick with lip gloss over, finishing with a dusting of bronzer over face.

Next, she dressed, first sliding a pair of fishnet hold-ups over her legs. Then she pulled on a short blue pleated skirt and matching tank top that she had worn to a 'tramps and tarts' fancy dress party several years ago.

Finally, she slipped her feet into a pair of 4-inch heel shoes before spritzing Armani Diamonds on her wrists, neck, cleavage and with a shrug of her shoulders and a cheeky grin, a final spray up her short skirt. She was ready to go.

She looked in the mirror a final time and saw what looked like a high class call girl.

She jumped into the old banger that the girls had learned to drive in, there was no way she was going to leave her car parked outside The Raby pub unattended, it would have disappeared quicker than a doughnut into Homer Simpson.

During the drive to the pub all sorts of emotions ran through her head, nervousness, excitement, arousal, anger but nevertheless she rationalised, she was on a mission to save her daughter.

She got to the pub and parked, embarrassment flared as a bust of wind blew her skirt up over her waist, exposing her naked cunt and arse to the world. Gripping the traitorous item of clothing down to keep what little modesty she had she ran as fast as her heels would allow to the pub door.

She burst in through the door and was relieved to see that the pub was empty except for Tony, who was leaning against the bar smoking a cigarette.

"Hello Posh," he said as he lifted his glass to her before drinking a big slug of scotch. "I closed the pub for the afternoon so that we could spend some 'quality time' together he growled. I assume that is the euphemism that you posh girls use for getting fucked half to death."

He stubbed out his fag, picked up his glass and instructed her to follow him. He led her through the bar to the staircase and motioned her to walk upstairs.

Her face burned red as she knew he would be staring at her naked cunt and arse as she walked up, her skirt was far too short to prevent him.

"Room on the left," he instructed, she walked down the short corridor and opened the door.

She gasped as she looked in the room. There was a huge bed in the center of the room. The bed was a special bondage bed that Tony had ordered many years ago from a firm called X-rated Beds. It was a 4-poster bed made from steel. The tops of the 4 posts were joined together with metal bars with a series of metal rings soldered along them.

At the bottom end of the bed, the footboard was a wooden pillory with holes for head, hands and feet. All around the bed were various chains with leather cuffs attached. In many ways the most shocking aspect was that under the bed was a cage with a lockable door, just like a dog cage but considerably more robust looking with thick metal bars.

"Well Posh, what do you think of my bed?" He asked proudly

"Holy fuck Tony, what the hell is that?" She replied, wide eyed.

"That pet," he replied, "is where I am going to fuck you raw, in all your holes just like the old days."

He spun her round so that she was facing him, grabbed her under the chin and kissed her hard his tongue invading her mouth. He tasted of scotch and smoke and lust.

Stepping back he said, "well Posh your still as bonny as you were back then, let's find out if you are still as horny a slut as you were back then."

With that he picked her up, as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed. He quickly chained her wrists above her head and then her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, so she was spread like a starfish, still 'fully dressed' in her skirt, boob-tube hold-ups and shoes.

He walked around the chained Milf, enjoying his power over her.

He slid his hand up her thigh, stopping as the stocking gave way to flesh, stroking the soft skin above the lacy tops. Slowly and sensuously his hand got closer and closer to her pussy.

Judith had her eyes shut, desperately trying not to respond to the stimulation. Trying to think of anything but what was happening.

As his fingers grazed her cunt she groaned, and he realised that she was dripping with excitement. He grabbed her head with his free hand and made her look in his eyes and rammed his thumb beep into her drooling slit.

"Oh fuck! You bastard," she yelled, "leave me alone."

"You're still a slut aren't you Posh? Your cunt is dripping."

He kept ramming his thumb up her drooling cunt, enjoying the thick cream that was starting to cover his rigid digit. Her cunt was making loud squishing noises and her hips started rising to meet each thrust.

He continued to rape her dripping twat with his thumb like a frenzied hitch hiker, telling her that she was still the horny slut he knew from years ago.

Excitement grew exponentially in Judith. The more he degraded her verbally and the harder he rammed his fat thumb up her creaming clam the closer she came to orgasm.

Tony could not only feel her increasing excitement he could smell it. The room was being filled with the heady smell of excited needy cunt.

With his free hand he pulled her boob tube down so that he could examine her tits.

Her nipples were hard nuggets of pink on her chest. He reached down and grabbed one of the nubs twisting it hard. Judith's body arched and an animalistic noise escaped, something like a cross between a scream and a moan.

Looking between her spread legs he could see her cunt creaming, a thick white emission coating his thumb. He knew she was about to cum, so he stopped. Judith's eyes shot open and let out a disappointed groan.

Tony stripped; his body was still muscular, although he now had a beer belly. Sticking out below the belly was the hard shaft that had fucked her to, previously unobtained, levels of ecstasy all those years ago.

She remembered it well, he had always kept hair free, and it was a good 8 inches when hard with a slight curve.

He walked over to a chest of draws and grabbed a bottle of lube then strode over to the bed, straddled her chest so that the hard lump of man meat was hovering over her face.

She opened her mouth as an invitation for him to fuck her mouth.

"You are still quite the cock hungry slut, aren't you?" He said and proceeded to slap her face with the rock-hard knob that she craved so much.

He stared into her eyes and asked, "Do you want this cock up your middle-class twat, do you want it to fill you with my bad boy baby batter?"

He slid a bit further down the bed so that his cock was between her boobs and squirted some lube over her heaving tits before wrapping them around his cock and fucking the sheath he had created.

She lifted her head and tried to capture the head of his cock in her mouth each time it popped out of the tit sheath. Eventually he relented and allowed the head of his cock to slide into her mouth. She feasted on the liberal pre-cum that had gathered under his foreskin.

He increased his pace of thrusting, loving the feeling of his cock between the super soft skin of her tits and her frantic sucking and licking of his bellend. He grabbed her nipples and twisted them, he remembered how he could make her cum with just nipple play.

He watched the arousal build in her face, the flush running down her neck and across her chest. She started groaning and muttering around his cock. He knew she was close and stopped and stood up.

"Oh no pet, you don't get to cum yet," he smiled.

"Please Tony, please just fuck me, rape my cunt, fuck me hard and deep," she begged.

Tony grinned evilly and stood by her face and started wanking his cock, aiming it directly at her face.

His hand became a blur and suddenly a fountain of spunk erupted, rope after rope covering her face, her eyes and hair. By the time he had finished cumming Judith felt like she was drowning in spunk.

Tony laughed and said, "I've heard about girls putting on make-up and calling it their 'war paint' looks like you are wearing your whore paint. Don't worry though pet, I took a Viagra earlier, there's plenty more where that came from. Now let's see if your cunt is still as tight as it used to be."

He climbed back onto the bed between her widespread legs, pulled her skirt up to fully expose her drooling cunt. Her, normally neat and compact cunt was swollen and red, covered in her cunt cream.

Tony lined up his cock and rammed it into the defenseless cunt in one hard shove. Because she was so wet his cock went ball deep, but its girth caused a shaft of pain, which somehow only turned her on more.

"Not bad Posh," he said, "still pretty tight! I am going to rape you now; you are going to take everything I can give you and then some."

He started to pound her pussy, abusing it with his hard thick cock. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter as her body once again rocketed towards orgasm.

This was like one of her wet dreams, she was bound helpless and being used as a set of fuck holes by a rough man. She had no control, and it turned her on like nothing else.

Tony was pummeling her cunt as hard as he could, the whole time twisting and pinching her nipples.

A series of noises and jumbled words streamed from her mouth, "oh yes, oh God, oh fuck, rape me you bastard, fuck a bastard into my cunt, make me your slut again, fuck me harder, ruin me."

Tony's face split into an evil grin, he had broken her.

She started to groan, gradually building to a feral scream he could feel her body twitch and buck as she went into a series of orgasms, each stronger than the last.

Tony continued to fuck her like he hated her until he finally jammed his cock as deep as he could into the spasming cunt and flooded her cervix with another huge load of cum, enjoying hearing her whimper as he painted her cervix with his baby batter.

She felt spent and was relieved when Tony undid the chains holding her wrists and ankles.

Her relief was short lived as she realised that he had opened the pillory that made up the footboard of the bed.

He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and placed her on her hands and knees on the bed so that her head was through the appropriate hole. He then placed her hands in the hand holes and shut the pillory.

She was trapped, kneeling on the bed with her arse high in the air. All she could see was the carpet at the foot of the bed and all she could do was watch the spunk that covered her face slowly drip onto the carpet below while waiting for Tony to use her again.

He admired the arse in front of him, it was still taught but rounded and a gorgeous apple shape. He got a couple of straps that he used to spread her knees wide and fastened them to the sides of the bed.

She was perfectly presented for an arse fuck. Her starfish almost winked at him as the last ripples of her orgasms ran through her body.

She jumped as she felt his hands spread her buttocks giving even better access for his face. She groaned out loud as his tongue started to trace around the sensitive flesh of her ring. He kept rimming her and at the same time moved one of his hands so that he could rub her clit.

Her already over excited body started to rush to orgasm again.

Tony stopped, "not yet pet," he said, "lets just get your little shitter ready for my cock."

He grabbed the tube of lube and put it against her hole and squirted. He then started pushing it deep into her with his index finger, working the lube into her passage.

Her hips were grinding, trying to force the finger deeper. Normally Tony would have taken more time to stretch her ring, but he decided he didn't want to wait any longer.

He got up on his knees between her widespread legs and lined his, still rock hard, cock with her arsehole and pushed forward. For a few seconds her ring fought the invasion but then slowly gave way allowing the bellend of his engorged knob to 'pop' into her bowel.

She screamed as white-hot pain flashed through her as he proceeded to ram his unforgiving cock ball deep. Her arse began spasming violently against his invading cock.

Tony smiled and said, "your ass feels so tight and hot around my cock! I am going to fuck your hot sexy bottom with every inch of my cock and you're going to love it."

The intense pain subsided to a throbbing burning pain and flames of arousal started to burn, consuming her body.

She started chanting, almost begging. "Fuck me you fucking bastard, make me cum on your fat fuckstick, shoot your spunk up my bum."

Tony upped the pace, jack hammering into Judith's bowel. She wailed as an anal orgasm swept through her body. At the same time, she felt him pump another load of spunk, giving her a sperm enema.