*authors note: as I reach the conclusion of this story I would just like to say thank you for the support and feedback I've so far received. I had a good deal of fun writing this story and I hope that you have enjoyed reading it. I am now toying with the idea of 'Debbie's ongoing adventures', and would love to hear your opinions on that.*
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Debbie's mum was working the night shift all this week, and as she had known that he would, Mr. Groves paid her a regular nightly visit. She was surprised that he only ever stayed for an hour or so, but she suspected that Mrs. Groves kept him on a short leash.
She would go to her bed at ten o'clock wearing just the little nightie, and he would come into her room. Sometimes he fucked her; sometimes he recorded her while she fucked some household object that he gave to her to use on herself. She found that it was better for her if she did it herself, if he did it then he really hurt her, whereas she could be more gentle.
As the week wore on she got the impression that he was waiting for something, biding his time. She could sense a tension and inner excitement, a sense of anticipation.
Sure enough when he came to her on the Thursday night he fucked her hard and fast almost with a sense of getting it done and over with.
"Debbie." He said afterwards.
She looked at him questioningly her anticipation kicking up a notch.
"Can you get away over night tomorrow night? Tell your mum that you're staying with a friend?"
It was her mums last night tonight and she'd told Debbie just that morning that she was going out on a hot date on the Friday night. She nodded her head shakily. "Yes I can do that."
He smiled and his eyes glinted. "Good come over to my house at six thirty."
"Your house?" she asked shocked at the idea.
He smirked. "Mrs. Groves is going away for the weekend Debbie and I want you to come and spend the night tomorrow night."
"But."
"And if you do Debbie, then I'll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend."
"Agreed!"
"Good!" he looked at her, his nostrils flaring and his breathing getting heavier.
"Now then Debbie, lie back for me and show me your pussy." She did as she was told feeling her muscles tightening.
He brushed his fingers across her crotch and gradually pushed them inside her. He grabbed her hand and forced it round his cock.
"Go on girl." He grunted as he pumped his fingers hard inside her. "Pull it, pull it hard. Yes just like that."
He came into her hand and as he tensed his hand pushed hard and deep inside her.
"Oh don't stop." She whispered panting slightly. "Do it hard, yes hard like that."
As he continued to pump her, he took her sperm filled hand and forced her to massage her breast with it. She groaned and tensed clasping at her boobs in a moment of climax. "Oh Mr. Groves!" She sighed.
"Tomorrow Debbie." He whispered. "Don't be late."
He left her alone in her bed as she wondered what he had in store for her.
Her mum was dressed in her glad rags and ready to go out for six o'clock. "Don't forget to lockup when you leave tonight Debbie." She hugged her daughter happily that things finally seemed to be going their way.
"See you tomorrow love."
Alone in the house Debbie pace nervously, Mr. Groves had not told her to wear anything in particular so she guessed that he had it all arranged over at his place. She locked up the house and walked slowly round to his house. She knocked on the door and waited.
He opened the door and gave her a solemn look. "Come inside Debbie."
He led her into the back room where there were some clothes laid out for her.
"Put those on for me Debbie and put your hair up for me."
"But," she frowned at the clothes. "They look like they belong to Mrs. Groves."
"They did Debbie, she put them into a charity bag a few weeks ago but I snuck them out and hid them."
She looked at Mr. Groves. "You want me to be your wife?" she asked in a low voice.