Thank you all for the comments on the first part of this story. You asked if there was more, and there is. There are some shocking events that unfold but firstly you really should read part one to get know the situation here.
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The twins, Megan and Harry, were the most distant with me. As they were only nineteen years old when Laura left for Australia, they had really taken it badly when she wouldn't come home. I guess Penny, their mother, had drummed it into them that it was entirely my fault. So, once we were back in the UK, it was never really surprising that they had a real problem with me. We hardly saw them though but it was so clear I was not welcome, despite being back in Wales now for two years.
The twins lived reasonably close by in another small farming village about fifteen minutes' drive away. Not together of course, Megan was married to a guy called Paul and had a daughter that was about fourteen now called Natalie. Harry was engaged to a girl quite a bit younger than him with a wedding planned for later in the year. His fiancΓ© was a pretty little thing, very petite with very dark red hair that flowed down her back. She had very pale skin with cute freckles, a kind of typical Irish look. However, she too wouldn't give me the time of day. That was ok, when we got together for family events, I'd just watch her go about her ways whilst I undressed her in my mind. Het tits weren't huge like the rest of the family but there had been the odd time where she had worn a skimpy top and got caught out by the cool air. The nipples could take out your eye.
Laura I'd got to know when she came over to Australia to beg Karen to come home. She'd stayed close by for a month and we got together every day. Life was good there and every afternoon we'd always end up on the beach with some beers and a BBQ. It was great to see Laura back then at twenty four in her bikini and I'd made myself a promise that I would one day see her without even that on. At no point did I ever expect to have her as my own fuck toy though.
The whole fuck-toy thing with Laura wasn't really going as I planned. It had been three months now since I'd face fucked her and shot my load down her throat. Three months since I'd eaten her cunt until she had what appeared to be here first real orgasm. And three months since she'd called me Sir for the first time and agreed that I could use her as I wish, fuck her when and where I wanted, fuck her arse and also continue to abuse her Mother. The trouble was, in that three months, she'd decided that this was actually an affair. An exciting affair; where we would have dangerous and thrilling sex sessions. An affair where we would then cuddle up afterwards and chat about the future. This wasn't what I had in mind. She was my toy to abuse and humiliate as I pleased and she had to learn that. It all came to head when I received a text from her.
WHAT TIME ARE YOU MAKING ME DO NAUGHTY THINGS?
I texted back
TONIGHT -- PICK UP AT 8 YOUR OFFICE-- WEAR FISHNET STOCKINGS, HEELS, NO BRA AND THAT TIGHT RED MINIDRESS AND RED LIPSTICK
I got a simple reply
NAUGHTY BOY LOL
'Naughty Boy', what a stupid bitch. She didn't have a clue what was coming up for her later. It was time to make sure she knew what the score was here. Up till now, I'd been way too nice. She was my bitch and at no point was she supposed to fall for me or start looking forward to our sex games. Her mother and I had a different relationship. She could ask for whatever she wanted, although by now I think we'd done pretty much everything I could imagine. She was still a far better fuck than Laura as she simply wanted it rougher and rougher every time we met. With Laura, I'd failed to nail her arse in three months. She just became too nice and too accommodating. When I first tried to arse fuck her she screamed and then giggled. She had asked if we could have a 'safe-word'. A fucking safe-word, what complete bollocks. I was blackmailing her to have sex with me when and however I wanted. Her stupid giggles and pathetic ways were turning me off and I struggled to be hard enough to penetrate that virgin arsehole.
I knew Mick was out all night as he'd made arrangements to fuck Penny that evening. So Laura was mine to abuse. At 8:30 I arrived at Laura's office. Purposely on late, just to piss her off. She hurriedly crossed the courtyard to where I was parked up but dressed in a full length coat covering her outfit. I immediately locked all the doors and dropped the window a few inches.
"Quick, let me in silly!" She said through the window gap giggling again.
"Lose the coat and you can come in." I calmly responded.
"NO! I can't walk across the office courtyard dressed like this!" She said, whilst opening the coat to flash me the instructed outfit. I simply did up the window and gazed out of the windscreen. She bashed on the window a few times but then hurried off in a huff. Five minutes later she was back, less the coat. She bashed on the window.
"For fuck sake quick, before anyone sees me!"
I just sat there and glared at her. The dress was even shorter and tighter than I remembered it and it didn't even cover the top of her stockings. Her big tits, clearly not in a bra, were tucked in there really tightly and her nipples had hardened in the cold air.
"MARK! FOR FUCK SAKE, OPEN THE DOOR!" I noticed a couple of passer-by's looking over and then take a double look. I really hoped they were her work colleagues. I unlocked the door and she climbed in quickly.
"What the fuck are you playing at?" She yelled. I looked at her briefly and then rammed my hand right up her dress to grab her panties. Taking hold of the skimpy lace front I swiftly yank them down and off by simply ripping them. Laura gasped. I then rammed my hand back up her dress and forced three fingers straight into her dry cunt. Staring straight int her eyes whilst forcing those fingers to the knuckle I said.
"Never disobey me again! Do you understand that you disgusting slut?"
There were tears in her eyes and she looked back at me frightened.
"Yes ........ Yes, Sir" She answered as I withdrew my fingers and forced them into her mouth. As I did this her phone pinged with a text message. I took the phone out of her bag and although she was trying to ask me to leave it alone, with my sticky fingers in her mouth, it was impossible for me to interpret what she was trying to say.
ANDREA's MOBILE:
WTF - WAS THAT YOU GETTING INTO THAT CAR OUTSIDE THE OFFICE? OMG IF IT WASN'T, IT WAS YOUR DOUBLE BUT DRESS LIKE A HOOKER LOL
I text back a simple reply on behalf of Laura YES, IT WAS ME
I guess Andrea was a work colleague working late and looking out the window or possibly even one of those passing by. Whatever she was, she was now too embarrassed to return Laura's text.
I kept the phone and slipped it into my pocket. Laura sat quietly whilst we pulled away and headed into the dark side of town. It took about twenty minutes to reach the old gas works industrial area and Laura started looking a bit concerned. Eventually she spoke up.
"Why are we here .... What do you want here?"
"I need to drop off a letter to a small business here on the corner" I said, whilst pulling up. Stopping in this area attracted just one thing, prostitutes. A few headed straight to the car but then walked by when they saw I had company.