This directly follows Controlling the Personal Assistant 4. I recommend reading them first if you have not done so. Thank you to all who gave me stars and comments which are always welcome.
Greg
I drove us to a pub on the outskirts, a cross between a country pub and a local. They did not do food, consequently it was packed with mainly local drinkers. We had one drink and when I was fairly sure the gent's was empty, I escorted Di in. I kissed her before going into the cubicle.
If you intend to spank a girl in the gents then I recommend Sainsburys.
The toilets in old pubs are a lot narrower, we squeezed in, and I made Di remove her skirt and knickers, she looked devastating in her heels and Marie's tiny tee-shirt. Standing facing each other, I put my arms around her, with my hands on her arse I pulled her even closer. I kissed her long and deep. I hung her skirt and knickers along with the little bag I had on the hook on the door.
Repeating my previous actions I unzipped my fly, sat on the loo, no lid to put down this time. "Get on your knees and suck it." she did. I think she tried to avoid kneeling in the dribbled piss by edging back which she didn't realise her feet were sticking out under the door.
I got her over my knee, this was rather awkward, to fit in she had her legs almost straight. Her hands on the floor and her arse up. I could hear someone pissing in the stainless steel trough of the kind favoured years ago. It gave a quite pleasing baritone sound, which made a welcoming backing sound to the spanking I was about to give.
Di
I was pushed into the men's toilet and was hit by the smell of pee. We got into a cubicle without being seen, I think. Tiny, smelly with a wet floor and I had to kneel in it. I tried to avoid it but got wet knees.
I took my skirt and knickers off, trailing them on the spilt piss. Men's toilets are disgusting, can they never piss where they are supposed to. The place reeked, there was a tin trough for them to piss in, you would think they couldn't miss that but no the floor near it was soaked.
Getting over his knee was most awkward, the place was too narrow, I had my bum in the air, couldn't bend my knees, hands on the floor. Fucking stupid.
"Yeeeeowwww," that hurt, he didn't have to hit me that hard, "Oww," I tried to keep quiet. He carried on spanking me, there was chatter going on outside.
"Give it to her, go at it man," someone shouted. Greg carried on spanking for much to long after this, my bum and thighs were sore. He stood me up, put fingers in my exceedingly wet pussy and took his bag down off the hook and took out a tiny skirt and gave it to me. He put my things in his bag,opened the door and walked out. The place seemed fairly full, he bowed and walked to the trough. I closed the door.
Smackings are better at Sainsburys.
"Oh shit I asked for this, I must be fucking mad, my bum and thighs are stinging, I am wearing a nipple exposing tee-shirt, fancy shoes and trying to get into a bit of material pretending to be a skirt. I wrapped it around my hips to cover as much of my bum as I could. It would not meet, I had to fasten it around my waist which left half my bum cheeks, my very red bum cheeks, exposed. The least of my worries as my pussy was going to be on show!
I wish I didn't feel so horny, I wish my nipples would retract and my pussy dry up. Juices were leaking down my thigh, I would have wiped it with the toilet paper only guess what? There wasn't any! I concentrated on what I had learned to build my confidence, put my shoulders back then changed my mind, it just pushed my tits out. I plastered a false smile on my face and opened the door. There was a big cheer from the men standing around waiting for me.
"Enough lads," Greg came out of the crowd, put his arm around me and led me out. We went straight to the car where Marie was waiting. I dived in and Greg quickly drove off. Marie was laughing, I started giggling. "What you didn't realise Di when you were blowing me your feet were sticking out under the door so they knew there was a woman in the cubicle even before you cried out when you were smacked. It's a wonder there were any men left in the pub." said Greg. We all ended up laughing.
Back at Greg's house we piled out of the car, giggled into the lounge and poured drinks. "While you are in such a good mood Di you can entertain us with a dance, you do not need to strip, you are already very provocative, sensual and we can see enough already." Marie and I curled up on the couch. "I think if you do a good job I may be worked up enough to fuck Marie."
Greg
Di danced, she is very good, has a natural rhythm, very sexy, her arse and pussy flashing us. "Please can't we share," she said as she poured some of her drink over her tits making the tee-shirt go transparent.
"You are rather persuasive, crawl over here while My Sweet does a striptease. You know she is a professional stripper don't you?" I sucked Dl's nipples through the tee-shirt getting a fresh taste of gin and tonic as I watched Marie do an amazingly professional strip, oh the power of suggestion.
Both girls were wearing heels and the only other garment was the skirt Di had on. "My Sweet follow Diane to the bedroom, both walk as if you were models on the catwalk. Plenty of bottom swaying, fuck they looked good. In the bedroom I had them lay on their backs together.
"Kiss," I watched them turn their heads to each other and lips met, tongues reaching out. "I bet you would like to put a finger in your friend's pussy, go on, you can do it." Each inside hand moved to the other's pussy. Legs slowly drifted apart as their tongues fenced on. God this was hot, they were really into it.
"Diane, take your finger out of My Sweets cunt and use it to play with your clit." I climbed on Marie and embedded my cock full length in her pleasing pussy.
Marie
I am an amazing stripper, I didn't know how good I was. My supermodel walk was better than Di's. kissing her was such a turn on, gentle tongues entwined. I felt such warmth and my pussy was purring. When her finger invaded my private area I felt a warm glow. When Greg penetrated me I exploded. Do supermodel strippers climax like this every time, I want to be one. I don't think even with sir's confidence building I will ever be a model. But sir can make me feel like this.
