Roger Part. 02

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I was in the office working on a supplier plan when I was summonsed.

"We are very disappointed in your progress."

"Well, that is because I am not a spy and I am not trained for this kind of thing.."

"Perhaps we should give you some motivation, you know, have a little chat with your wife, or even perhaps with your new girlfriend."

"Do what you like, you cannot motivate me anymore, but you can demotivate me. I might just say 'fuck off' do your worst. Then I will be no good to you at all."

"Oh but you will, you will be a wonderful example to those that follow, like, this gentleman here for example," and he slid a photo over to me.

I recognised the face but couldn't think where from.

"He was doing so well and we asked just one small favour of him. He declined despite our best persuasion. So we just had to do what we said we might. It is sad of course on the innocent family and friends who get caught up in these things."

And then I remembered. He was a CEO of one of the energy company's and was found to be fucking his secretary and was filmed trying to buy cocaine. His wife committed suicide as I recalled, unable to cope with the betrayal and deception, and the loss of the job, income and house didn't help her either. She drove to the middle of the Humber bridge, parked her car, and jumped.

"Of course, we told her that would be the only way to save him, she loved him so much you see. He wasn't happy when we told him that. I don't think he was very happy either when a shake down of his prison cell turned up kiddy porn. The other prisoners don't like that kind of thing. I think he is in the prison hospital being sewed up again at the moment. Amazing how inventive the prisoners can be to peadophiles, he has been sodomised with fists, table legs, a fire extinguisher nozzle -- that was quite clever we thought, not to mention raped several times daily. I suppose we ought to put him on the D Wing for his own protection, but, well, he didn't help us, why should we help him?"

"And this is supposed to scare me into helping you?"

"I merely show you an illustration of what seems to have happened to someone who chose not to help us."

"As I said, this is supposed to scare me?"

"Perhaps scare is not a good word. Is your life really so meaningless that you would let something similar happen to you, to your wife, your girlfriends? Do you know what it is like to be beaten and raped daily, to have your loved ones driven to suicide? Perhaps we should give you a more personal example, you know, arrange something for your friend Gillian perhaps?"

They really are arseholes and I guess that there are times when I am glad that they are. They do the things necessary to protect my country and way of life from the terrorists that would destroy it. Of course I was going to give in, I was never going to let them harm my friends or me, but I just wasn't going to give in straight away. Let them earn their salary.

Ronnie phoned me in the afternoon, she was going straight to her mothers, apparently she had had a little fall, nothing to serious, but Ronnie just wanted to go and check. I phoned Annette.

"You stupid bitch."

"Hello, nice to hear from you."

"What the fuck good is leaving me tied up for Ronnie to find? Stupid cunt."

"Well, you know, I am not entirely convinced you haven't set Pete up.

"Stupid fucking cunt you are. I actually stopped the woman going to the police with her evidence, I have saved his sorry arse."

"Well, I was going to come back about 10 minutes before she was due home to free you, but you managed without me, so don't play the fucking hard done by to me."

"I told you, no more games, but you can't resist. I almost didn't phone you, and I may not yet do anything, but, Ronnie just phoned me, she is going to be out all evening. I could be at a loose end."

"Could you now? Are you still averse to a little three way?"

"I am averse to your stupid games, that is what I am averse to."

"What time can you come round?"

"No silly games?"

"No."

"About 5?"

"Good. I will be ready for you."

So I was all set up for this evening. God alone knows what I was letting myself in for. Gillian phoned and asked if I could pop in on my way home today? I said not today but possibly tomorrow, and so we rain checked today and pencilled in tomorrow. Once home I showered and gave my balls and cock a very careful shower, and as always made sure that my bowel was as empty as possible.

Gave myself the most thorough of washes, every bit of me twice and then used a rainforest full of water to make sure that I was devoid of any soap -- I know how yucky it can taste. Clean pants, t shirt and chinos and I went next door and knocked.

The door opened and I went in. Annette stepped from behind the door, whispered hello, and put a hood over my head.

"Okay," she said, "tonight you face initiation. You must do everything asked and must not flinch or refuse, otherwise that will be it. There will be no second chance. Are you up for it?"

I nodded." Well, what else could I do? I had to go along with the perverted pair, and make them think I wanted to swing.

"Tonight you are my slave, to do with as I wish. You will obey my every instruction; do you understand me?" I nodded and said yes. This was, I assumed, going to get silly. She led me through the house, up the stairs and into what I think is their spare room.

"Strip" she instructed. I pulled the t shirt over my head, be careful not to pull the hood off, slipped my trousers and pants down and stood naked, my cock sporting a semi.

"Shut your eyes, tight, no peaking" Annette instructed me, a small slap on my buttocks gave me a clue as to what to expect if I did not move or obey quickly enough. My eyes tightly closed I felt the hood pulled from my head and pads were pressed in front of my eyes and then some form of strapping was put in place holding the pads in place. I actually couldn't now open my eyes if I had wanted to.

I had restraint straps fixed to my elbows and wrists and I was led to a bed and pushed to sit and then lay. The bed was cold to touch and had a strange surface, not the usual quilt. My arms and legs were pulled and stretched and I found myself immobile on the bed. My stomach was slapped, again, and that pissed me off, I had told her before that I don't like that. The bed moved and I sensed legs either side of my head, and then a fanny touched down on my nose. It had Annette's aroma and I sucked in her scent.

"Fuck me with your nose" came the instructions. Well, that is relatively easy when you can see what you are doing, my first problem was working out which way round she was, and it seemed that her arse was facing my stomach, so, good, this was a good way to sit on me. I started to rub my nose along her slit and then as I nose pressed her clitoris and pressed my nose into her fanny hole. I got into a rhythm, press, slide, dip, slide, press and so on. I was quite enjoying this, my hips and shoulders were a little sore because they were stretched, but I always enjoyed a fanny slide.

I was startled when a hand, seemingly wearing a latex glove, fisted my cock. The hand should not have been able to belong to Annette, she was facing the wrong way to get her hand back to my cock.

"Who..." I started to say but was rewarded with a sharp stinging slap to my stomach.

"Your job is not to speak. Tonight you are a fuck toy." Annette said and began to press her fanny harder onto my face. The hand on my cock slowly pulled my skin fully down, pulling my foreskin over my rim and then pulling my skin back. It was a slow deliberate wank. A slow deliberate dry and therefore painful wank. As Annette Rubbed herself harder on me, I found it difficult to keep up with my push slide and dip, and instead resorted to licking her as she pushed on me. I heard her breaths shorten and some gasps and guessed she was about to climax.

"Drink," she called and then she was pissing, her pee squirting at me, her gulps of breath and gasps as she climaxed timed with her squirts. I struggled to swallow as she used my mouth as her toilet, fortunately she only had a lightly filled bladder and soon the squirts became drips.

"Clean me" came the instruction, my tongue obeyed.

A mouth sucked at my cock, pulling it in and a tongue licked around my cock head and then withdrew, a feeling of cold as the hot mouth left. More movement on the bed and I felt legs either side of me, and a fanny settled down on my cock, my foreskin pulling back a little painfully as I was consumed. The fanny rocked back and forth, my cock sliding within, my foreskin now easing along my cock, helped by the lubrication coming from her fanny.

The latex gloved hand now played with my chest, squeezing and pinching at my nipples, and then slipped down my abdomen to rest in front of where my cock was. The woman sat on my cock stopped her movements and seemed to lean back, certainly her fanny strained my cock as if it were leaning back. The latex hand moved away and then I felt a slightly different sensation, and I recognised it for what it was.

The fanny on my cock was being wanked, and I was just the filling. The hand was doing the necessary stimulating. I felt the fanny squeeze me and constrict and convulse around my cock, the sounds coming out of the mouth sounded orgasmic and the tight clamp and then release of my cock confirmed it.

The bed moved again, and again I knew that there was someone either side of my head. Then I had a rather unpleasant shock. A pair of bollocks lowered onto my mouth.

I tried to shake my head, I did not want to suck a bloke off. I was slapped.

"You have been told slave. You must do everything asked without flinching. That was your last chance. Open wide and suck with passion and care. You know how painful it can be if done wrongly."

This was getting way beyond what I wanted. I replayed the chat with the spook this morning and opened my mouth, the bollocks slipped in and I sucked, closing my mouth around them, my nose wedged between the cheeks of the arse, pressed against his anal pucker. I tried to run my tongue across the balls, tried to move them gently around inside his sack and then I felt movement. The balls were tugging and relaxing and I heard the slapping sound.

The cock attached to the balls was being wanked, not hard, not full length, but fast, the balls now really jiggling inside my mouth. The wank became harder, the hand action became full length, the hand slapping against my chin on the down stroke, the balls struggling to tear out of my mouth on the up. There was tensing in the balls and the arse cheeks clamped and then grunts and the wank slowed to simple jerks and I felt the spurts as they landed on my chest and the guy on my face relaxed a little. At least I could be grateful it was on my chest not down my throat.

Things then turned a little grosser. The man attached to the balls in my mouth leant forward, squishing his cum between us, and then he sucked my cock into his mouth.

"Come on, get this going, suck his balls whilst he sucks your cock." I really did not want to ejaculate into a man's mouth, that was for sure, and I absolutely did not want to have to suck a cock myself. Balls were bad enough; I tried to divorce my perceptions of what was happening with my body from the sounds and sensations. I just sucked his balls and played with them in my mouth as if they were sweets.

I managed to last; I did not ejaculate and soon ball boy was off my face and stopped sucking my cock. Expecting to be told to lick his arse next, I was mightily pleased when his mouth was replaced by fanny and his arse and balls were replaced by fanny. As the fanny on my cock rocked, the fanny on my face slipped back and forth, my nose being pushed from anus to clitoris, stopping at all points between, I used my tongue where I could and was sure that this tasted of Annette.

A latex covered finger, slippery with some kind of gel pushed at my arse and soon the finger was in and waggling. I decided that in my mind it belonged to a woman, I really did not want to enjoy a finger up my arse if it belonged to a man and that man was not me.

I worked my tongue, trying to get the responses, trying to get the arousal going so that she would orgasm, come courtesy of my nose and tongue. The finger in my backside was probing, I knew what for, and I could only hope it wasn't found, otherwise the fanny on my cock would get a shot sooner than expected.

This really wasn't what I had thought when Pete said that they were swingers. This was debauched and perverted and all kinds of things. On the physical level some of it was obviously pleasurable, but none of it was pleasurable on the mental level. I had no idea who was doing what to whom, and I didn't see the point of an of it. The evening went on. I was fucked by fannies on my mouth and my cock. I think that Annette knew my limits because whilst I had fingers in my bum, I wasn't anally fucked and I did not have a cock in my mouth, balls were bad enough.

After I had been fucked several times, ejaculated three times and pissed in twice and cum on twice the room went quiet, no more creaking or whispers.

"Okay, I will wash you enough to put your clothes on," Annette said, "You can then go home and shower. I will talk to you about tonight perhaps on another day." I felt a warm sponge on my chest and around my bottom, and then a quick towelling. My arms were untied and then my feet and the eye mask removed. It took a lot of blinking before I could accustom my eyes to the light.

Pete stood at the end of the bed, clothed in T Shirt and Jeans, Annette by the side of the bed in a simple dress, she was holding my clothes. I could see now that the bed was covered in one of those mattress protectors that they use for incontinent people, that is why it felt funny. I now knew why they needed it. I know that the man who had his balls in my mouth was not Pete, the balls were too small. I also began to doubt if either of the fannies, and there may have been more than two, belonged to Annette.

I said nothing as I dressed and left the room, went down the stairs and left. I needed a mouthwash and a shower and a large brandy in that order. Not a good day, I was glad I had Gillian tomorrow to look forward to.

"You seem a little subdued" Gillian said.

"Oh?"

"Well you have been here at least 4 minutes and you haven't tried to get into my knickers yet."

"Damn, I was going to sneak up on, you know lull you into a false sense, etcetera, perhaps as you were about to froth the milk."

"That doesn't seem it, you do seem different. Have I upset you?"

"Good grief, no, no, not at all, no."

"I have, haven't I? I am sorry, I am just not used to dating. I went out with Gerald, and we married, so now I am single, I just don't really know how to do this."

"I said it wasn't you, okay. Are we dating?"

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'?"

"Do you mean we aren't? I told you I am no good at this." She turned away from me, on her small settee she couldn't go far, in fact unless I shuffled my bottom, she couldn't even get up. I knew she was crying. Shit.

"I am teasing. Goodness me, I bloody well hope we are dating, if we aren't then I need a new dictionary. It is awkward because I am married and because of our age and all that, but fuck me, you are my girlfriend, at least, I bloody hope you are, cus if you are just stringing me along to get into my Y Fronts, I shall be gutted."

She turned and punched my arm. Thankfully, small settee, no power in thump.

"I hate that you sleep with another woman."

"I hate that you think that I do. I have told you that I don't. We have separate bedrooms."

"You can still sleep with someone if you have separate bedrooms. We have separate houses, and you sleep with me."

"Not exactly a lot of sleeping with if I remember correctly."

"Not exactly a lot of anything today."

I wiggled myself free and stood. I wandered over to the back garden door and opened it. The garden was grass with a small patio and a tiny shed to one side. I went back into Gill's house and wandered past her as she watched. I quickly lunged and grabbed her hands and dragged her to her feet and pulled her to the garden.

"Oh, no, no, no you don't" she cried between tears of laughter as I dragged her out of her house. I was amazed at how strong she was, or was it how weak I was? Either way, it was a struggle. I dragged her outside and across her single slab patio and pushed her to the grass of her lawn, sinking down and sitting astride her, 'backwards' my legs knelt back and over her arms. She was trying to thump my back, but finding it difficult and her hits were more like taps. I pulled her skirt up and grabbed at her knickers.

"No, stop it, no, not here, no" She cried.

"Yes, I shan't, yes here, hush, the neighbours," I replied my hands bunching her knickers at her hips and pushing them down her legs, her resistance diminishing as the cool air hit her fanny.

"No, don't" she said. I ignored her and ran a finger along her crease, feeling as she began to lubricate, each passage my finger slid along a little easier. She was wiggling beneath me as my fingers forced their way between her fanny lips and two fingers pushed inside her and I began to finger fuck her, my thumb pressing her clitoris.

"No," she said quietly, "not in the garden. Please, no."

"Why not, Gill why not run my fingers through your garden, in your garden?" I pushed my two fingers hard into her, the knuckles of my other fingers pushing deep into the fold between her fanny lips. Leaving my fingers inserted I shuffled my legs and moved, twisting myself to face her, laying partially on her, and partially on the grass, and I kissed her, my other hand now sliding up her blouse to massage her breast.

"God, I so want to sleep with you," I said and then closed my eyes and made snoring noises, my hand in her fanny going limp, fingers still inside her though.

"Idiot"

I made an interrupted snore.

"Fine, go to sleep ignorant pig." She wiggled from under me, my fingers falling from her and then sat on me with enough weight to wind me.

"Right mister, go to sleep would you?" She undid my trousers and pulled my fly open and fisted my cock out. She pulled and wiggled my trousers and underpants down, to about the level of my knees, I just continued to snore. She took her weight off me, and I thought that she was going to get up and go back in the house.

She didn't. She settled herself on my, mounting me, fisting my cock to her fanny and then relaxing so that I penetrated her.

"I told you I wanted to sleep with you," I said as her thighs settled on mine, slightly squashing my balls."

Gill said nothing, she just rocked herself back and forth a little, my cock riding the tube to heaven.

I kissed her and left, it was the way it had to be and headed home. I had just finished showering the grass stains off my knees, and presumably my buttocks, when Ronnie came in.

"Come and join me" I called, "I'll wash your back and all those difficult curvy bits."

"No. What are we having for Tea?"

"No idea, I have only just got in and dived straight into the shower."

"Oh? What kept you?"

"Just had to work late and then the traffic. I got home and felt I just needed a shower; it has been a sweaty day."

"Yes, I am sure."

"Well come in here with me and I will show you that I am raring to go." In fact I was sporting a reasonable semi, I opened the shower and ran towards her, catching and throwing her on the bed. My semi considerably less semi than before. "Come on, let me get your clothes off and let's get passionate. I ran my hand over a breast, feeling her up before moving down to her crotch.