A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Forty-Two. 2019 January to June.
(January to April). Various Experiences.
Early in January 2019 Sir Clifford decided that he wanted to shave me, saying I had too much pubic hair. I have no problem with depilation and there have been periods in my life when I've gone hairless 'down there' so told him I'd see to it over the next few days. That wasn't his idea at all though, Sir Clifford's plan was to remove my pubic hair himself and he intended doing it then and there.
As I said, I've no problem with the removal of my pubic hair but didn't relish the idea of him doing it, with hands probably shaking with excitement!
Sir Clifford was adamant though so I lay back on the table as instructed and he set to work, first by removing the bulk of my pubic hair with scissors. Quickly, and surprisingly deftly, Sir Clifford reduced my pubic hair to a stubble. Next, and this was the part which worried me the most, he lathered the area with shaving cream and set to with a razor! Eventually, I emerged hairless and to my great relief, unscathed.
"Great, marvellous!" Sir Clifford exclaimed, excitedly admiring his handiwork. "I shall have to make this a regular feature of our little games as it will afford me a clearer view of you micturating."
I don't think I've mentioned as yet but Sir Clifford developed a fetish about watching me urinating early on in what he calls 'our little fun and games' and it's something he does nearly every time I visit the house. Hence his comment.
Instructing me to remain where I was Sir Clifford buried his face between my thighs. I'll say one thing for the guy, cunnilingus is something he excels in and I was soon writhing on the table calling out ecstatically while his tongue did its work in and around my cunt.
"That was better too," he said straightening up after bringing me to orgasm. "No pubic hairs in my mouth this time."
Having rested his back for a moment he again lowered his face between my thighs but this time began working on my anal opening. With his hands holding my buttocks apart Sir Clifford licked greedily at my anus, clearly growing more and more worked up.
Suddenly, he straightened up and drove his penis into my cunt. Lifting my legs he gripped the ankles tightly to raise them at right angles to my body and wide apart. All the time he fucked me Sir Clifford's eyes were glued to his penis as it drove in and out of me.
When it was over Sir Clifford put me across his knee for the customary spanking, calling me a very naughty girl for leading him on.
Finally, as is now the norm, he watched while I urinated.
My twice weekly visits to Sir Clifford's house continued until the beginning of February when there was a change, and not a particularly good one from my point of view.
The cleaner Sir Clifford's wife employed three mornings a week gave notice and so Catherine decided to use me in the role, thus saving money.
"You already wear a maid's outfit for my husband's delectation so you can make yourself useful by doing all the cleaning."
I appealed to Sir Clifford saying I wouldn't be able to find the time but he replied that I'd better do as his wife said or there might be repercussions.
Due to my work I was unable to do the cleaning at fixed times and often had to use the evenings. Catherine would regularly supervise my work seeming to find pleasure in watching me carry out the mundane and demeaning tasks.
A couple of weeks went by and then Catherine told me that I must do all the cleaning work in the nude. Of course I protested but Sir Clifford was turned on by the idea of me being naked at all times so my protests fell on deaf ears.
"Hundreds of people, well men, have seen you naked so I don't know what you are complaining about," he said.
I found it humiliating dusting, vacuuming and washing up, for that chore had also now been added to my work, in the nude with one or often both of them watching me. Catherine frequently made disparaging and insulting remarks about me to her husband who meekly agreed with everything she said.
Catherine continued to vacate the house though whenever Sir Clifford indulged in his 'little fun and games' with me. She certainly liked to see the marks of his cane on my backside though and was also aware that Sir Clifford had started inviting some of his friends to take their pleasure with me. Administering punishment was something Sir Clifford was really into though and he spanked or caned me during most sessions.
All in all it felt as if I was Sir Clifford's sex slave and his wife's servant, now that all household chores had been designated to me.
One day in early March, there were a number of cars on the drive when I arrived at their house and I rang the bell apprehensively, assuming they had visitors. Catherine opened the door and ushered me inside with the usual instruction to undress and begin my chores.
"Starting with the lounge today," she said.
"What about the cars. Are there people here?"
"Never you mind about that. Just get on with your work and stop complaining."
She stood watching until I finished undressing and then collecting the dusters, polish and vacuum cleaner from the hall cupboard I followed her to the lounge door. There was a distinctly malicious smile on her face as she opened the door and propelled me forcefully inside.
"Here she is ladies, my husband's floozy come to clean the house for me."
Exclamations and laughter resounded from the ten or so females sitting in the lounge. I tried to retreat but Catherine pulled the door closed and told me to get down to work.
"It will be entertaining for my friends from the Soroptimists, ladies who unlike you are doing something useful with their lives, to watch you at work".
So, that's who they were.
"I've never met a whore before," one of them commented as I began my work. "Particularly one who purports to be a highly respected solicitor."
"Solicitor of men," someone broke in.
"She's not fussy either. The slut will part her legs for anything in trousers," Catherine told them in a contemptuous tone of voice.
"You can see the slut's been well used; her body pawed by lots of dirty old men," a fresh voice added.
"Sluts like you are a disgrace to womanhood," a voice barked. "Allowing countless disreputable men to do as they want with you, disgusting!"
I found it a totally humiliating experience, Catherine's intention in all probability, to be cleaning the lounge completely naked while her Soroptimist colleagues watched and made numerous disparaging comments, both about my lifestyle - presumably Catherine had given them my potted biography gleaned from her husband - but also about my body, which though I say it myself was in a far better condition than any of theirs! Despite being almost fifty-five a lot of guys still find me attractive and desirable, as an episode with Aaron later in the year will testify.
At least the experience wasn't repeated during my remaining weeks as Sir Clifford's plaything.
There was a summer-house on one side of their extensive rear lawn, approximately halfway down I suppose, and one day about a week after the above mentioned incident with her friends, Catherine met me at her front door and told me to undress and walk down to it. Wondering what fresh torment or humiliation she had dreamed up for me I asked why.
"There is an old mattress on the floor in the summer-house, lay on it with legs spread, something you're very comfortable doing I hear, and wait."
When I looked at her questioningly Catherine went on, "I've a couple of chaps fitting a new washing machine in for me and for an additional payment, a bonus as it were, they're having you. I know my husband started inviting his friends to do as they want with you so I thought I'd do likewise with the tradesmen who call. It will be the window cleaner tomorrow. Obviously he doesn't clean the windows in the evening but will come back for his 'bonus'. Now get moving, the chaps will be finished soon."
(There were three of Sir Clifford's friends, all of similar age to himself, who had been invited to take their pleasure with me and who turned up in various permutations, although not usually all at once.)
I made my way to the summer-house, which fortunately contained heating, and barely had time to lay down on the torn and grass stained mattress when the two guys came in.
"Shit Carl she was right, there is a naked old tart here with her legs open ready for us! I would never have expected that hoity-toity lady to have set something like this up for us."
The one named Carl was already undoing his trousers, standing at the end of the mattress staring between my wide-spread legs as he did so.
"Well don't knock it. The tart might be getting on in years and looks as if she been round the block a bit; she's probably had more cocks than you and I've had hot dinners eh, just a pity we haven't more time," Carl said, dropping his trousers and underpants.
The two guys, probably late twenties or early thirties, simply discussed me as if I wasn't there!
With his nether garments round his ankles he mounted me, penis driving deep with one thrust.
"Her cunt's nice and wet ready for us Den," he announced. "Do this a lot do you then doll, how much do you charge, or rather how much is the lady at the big house paying you to let us use your cunt?"
Of course I didn't reply and laughing Carl began fucking me hard and fast.
Den removed his lower garments and knelt at the side so I promptly grabbed his penis, a nice fat specimen, to play with while enjoying the feel of the other one pumping in and out of my cunt.
Directly he came Carl rolled off to make way for Den who swiftly took his place. I cried out joyously when the second, and larger penis, drove into me.
The second guy fucked me even faster than Carl and I wondered if my yells could be heard at the house.
While cleaning myself up afterwards I wondered if Sir Clifford, presumably waiting for me in the box room as usual, knew these other guys would have fucked me first. I soon found out he did when Sir Clifford announced that he was having anal intercourse with me this time, something he usually does when some of his friends have visited.
