George and the Debt

Pager Update : The family, George, Debs and their daughter Chrissy, have started their work for Casino Owner Anton. Sexual adventures await. : Update Ends

Meanwhile, while his wife was fucking his new Boss, and his daughter was watching a girl from Damcaster College being filmed giving a blow job, George was feeling very relaxed. He had made it to the clinic in good time, so he'd spent a few minutes in the newsagents picking up a small packet of Chrissy's favourite sweets. Then he marched in and put the pager, with its instructions showing, on the reception desk. The man behind the desk looked at the pager and smiled.

"Welcome sir," he said, handing back the pager. "Anton has sent instructions. You are to have a thorough detox and spruce up."

"Oh, thanks," said George, quite surprised. This didn't feel like work.

"Take this ID," said the receptionist, handing over a plastic disc with a symbol on it. "Through that door and then turn right, into the salon."

George took a peek at the ID. Hmmm, he thought, looks like a star sign, but not one I've ever seen before. It looked like a blend between the female cross-under-a-circle and the male arrow-circle design. He opened the door, turned right, and an assistant took the token from him, consulted a tablet, and guided George to a hairdressers chair.

To George's surprise he was given a hairwash, and then a haircut. Normally he just let his hair grow and asked Debs to cut a bit off when it got too long. This was the first time since he was a child that he'd been in a barbershop. The new style was fairly short and had been cut to give a rather spikey effect. To George's eye it looked a bit feminine in style but, when the hairdresser showed him it in the mirror, like they always do, he just muttered, "Er... fine, fine."

He was passed on to another room. ID examined, he was given a manicure and pedicure. Gosh, he thought, whatever job Anton has for me it's one where I need to look my best. He relaxed back into the chair and let the staff work on him.

The next chamber had a massage table and George was instructed to undress. The table was unusual in that it had a hole for the face, and one further down for his genitalia. He lay, staring at the floor, with his cock dangling through the other hole, as strong fingers massaged all the tension from his body. First his back, then his front. Lying in a haze of perfume from the massage oil he felt straps being put across his body.

"Wassup?" he muttered, he really was very relaxed.

"It's okay sir," came the pleasant reply. "We are going to change the angle of the table, and we don't want you falling off."

"Oh... okay."

The table was raised to 45 degrees and stopped. George relaxed again. A staff member who looked very clinical entered and hunted for a vein in his right arm. Then she inserted a line. Finally she brought over a bag of fluid that she dangled from one of those wheeled drip stands you see in hospitals. As she did this she kept up a continual commentary.

"Afternoon sir... Anton has asked that you have the full detox so we're going to give you an IV... I'm just putting in the needle now... might prick a little... there that was fine.... connecting up the saline... there... and here comes the antitoxin... you might feel a little more relaxed... okay... just nod, if you can... lovely... I'll be back in an hour to check on you. In the meantime this nice man is going to shave you."

George was feeling much more relaxed. Whatever the antitoxin was it certainly made him feel... well not sleepy but he didn't feel he could get off the table, even if he wanted to, which he didn't. The man who had come to give him a shave squirted cream into his hand but, instead of smearing it all across George's chin, took his genitals and covered them and his crotch with a thick layer. Then he set off removing all the hairs around George's scrotum and crack. It was a weird experience lying on the table with something styrange running through his veins, and a man manipulating his cock.

Soon he was being towelled and things felt a little cold down below. Any movement of air could be felt. The man picked something bright and metallic up from his tray and suddenly George's cock was in contact with cold, hard, metal. He struggled to take a look. For a moment, woozy because of the antitoxin being drip fed into his system, he thought his cock had turned into metal. A chromium cock.

"Mr Fagley's instructions," said the man. "Shave and a cock lock. Get used to it. It'll be on for a while."

George looked at it. It was a sort of cage, and was held in place by a loop that locked behind his testicles. Terrible things would happen to them if he tried to remove it, he thought, the loop was too tight to slip off easily, or at all. The cage was the right size for his flaccid cock, and it was obvious he could still pee without any metal getting in the way. He lay back on the bench. It was now too much effort to hold his head up. As he drifted off to sleep his last thoughts were to wonder what on earth he was going to say to Debs about this. How would they make love on Saturday night with this thing on his penis?

Back at the family home the last thing Debs was thinking about was Saturday night. Impaled on Anton's magnificent cock, and held down by his strong grip on her legs, she was waiting to be released so she could show her commitment to her new role. Anton obligingly rolled the pair of them over, putting Debs on top. He was prepared to give her a chance. Would she take it or would she make a run for the door and temporary freedom?

"Show me what you've got, Debbie," he whispered, looking intently into her eyes.

Debs sat up and spread her legs, frog like, and put her hands onto his abdomen. His six pack was hard and strong under her fingers. Then she lifted her hips up and moved herself up his cock. When the head, the wonderful plum sized head, neared her entrance, and pulled on her fanny lips, she stopped. Then plunged back down again until she had taken every inch of him. She groaned with pleasure and did it again, and again, and again, and again, her breath coming faster and faster.

Anton watched her face as she rammed herself up and down. He could see no sign of reluctance, either she was an excellent actress or her enjoyment was washing away years of monogamous mindset. Soon she started to pant as her efforts bought her closer to her climax. Her chest was becoming flushed with desire. The panting turned to deep grunts of effort and lust. Then she collapsed forwards onto his chest, as she sobbed out another orgasm.

Anton grabbed her buttocks and pressed her hard against him, crushing her clit against his pubic bone as she squirmed through her climax, causing her to squeak with the new sensation. Most of her is a bit skinny, he thought, but she does have a great bum. Then he was overtaken by a desire to see that bum framing his cock.

Debs found herself suddenly ejected from on top of Anton then dragged into the doggy position. She was still a little phased from her climax, her mind full of sparkles, but there was enough mind there to recognise that Anton had not finished yet. George was a one cum man, and then he turned over and went to sleep. Debs had learned early on not to expect anything more, however frustrated she was.

Anton took a firm hold of her hips. It was the first time she'd been pleased to have such wide hips. She could feel his cock pressing against her, then he was pushing inside.

"Uh... oh God!... Anton... you're insatiable," she gasped, very happy to be able to say that to her new lover. Then words were impossible, and unnecessary, as he slowly built up speed. Soon he was thrusting so powerfully that Debs breasts were jiggling on her chest and her head was flung around with the force of his strokes. Oh shit, she thought, then - for the third time that afternoon - she could feel her body building up to another orgasm.

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Keep going!" she screamed.

Anton, obligingly, didn't stop and then they were both cumming at the same time. Restraint was thrown to the winds as they called each others names and writhed together on the bed, finally collapsing in a sweaty heap. Round two followed soon after, and then, to Debs' astonishment and real pleasure, round three.

In the studio Abi was kissing and licking the interviewer's fat cock. Chrissy watched as the black girl, after a couple of minutes avoiding the move, finally took the cock into her mouth. It made Chrissy feel very strange to watch and she looked away, hoping that David would arrive soon to restart work. She'd not done oral sex yet. Just taking off clothes in front of the camera seemed suddenly quite appealing.

He gaze was dragged back by Gabrielle who whispered, "Yeh man, give er it hard. She wan it hard." The man now had Abi's head between his hands and was fucking her mouth while the young lass held the camera pointing at her own face. The device was bouncing around a lot with the ferocity of his thrusting. Abi's not a born camera operator, thought Chrissy, though she suspected most people would struggle under the circumstances. The man was not holding back on his thrusts, his hips were moving like a pendulum, taking his cock from barely inside her mouth to fully swallowed.

A hand touched Chrissy's shoulder and she turned. David was standing there. He crooked his finger and indicated it was time to get going again. Chrissy still had her plate and orange juice from the buffet so she pointed at that, back at the buffet room, and went to put it away. But, as she passed the open door on her way back to David, she couldn't resist another peek into the room. She heard Abi cry out.

"Oh oh ow!" said the girl. "Oh yes... shit... oh hell."

She was now bent over the desk, her fingers gripping the edge to try to steady herself, and the man was fucking her. He'd taken the camera back and had it pointed down at his own cock, doubtless filming its pale flesh as it thrust between Abi's fat, dark, butt cheeks. Chrissy looked at the girl's face, twisted in discomfort as the man plundered her without mercy. He had her dreads tightly in one hand and her body was being shoved back and forth on the desk. Chrissy could see how the movement squashed and distorted Abi's breasts as she was thrown about like a doll.

Gabrielle was quivering with pleasure at seeing her daughter getting a hard fucking. It was almost as if she would have liked to be bent over the desk herself. For a moment Chrissy felt like telling the woman to go, join her daughter, stick her own backside out for the man to abuse, if that's what she wanted, because it was clear Gabrielle actually wanted to join in. Then she realised that was silly. If the company had wanted a mother and daughter casting she would have been on the sofa with her daughter.

"Ah... God... yah... yah... oh please... that's too hard... yur splittn' me in half," wailed Abi, playing her part of the girl new to porn to perfection.

Chrissy walked on to find David setting up in a brightly decorated bay of the mill. There were numerous steel pillars holding up the ceiling of the giant room that made up this floor. She remembered, from school, that the open plan design was to facilitate giant machines to spin yarn. The pillars were very useful now, you could use them to separate the area into smaller zones simply by fastening thin walls between them.

The bay that David was working in was set up to look like a young person's bedroom, complete with dozens of soft toys and a make-up table. And the costume for this one was a baby-doll negligee. A negligee and fluffy slippers, both in bright pink. The negligee was very see through and the hem had been designed to lay just above Chrissy's plump pudenda. Even if she smoothed the garment down, which she did several times, it wouldn't cover her private parts. To Chrissy's eyes this was going to be shots that implied she was barely legal for sex.

Several poses were taken by the make-up table where David encouraged Chrissy to apply some lipstick. The fact that she was no expert in this art didn't bother him. "Pretend you've stolen it from your mother," he said. "And that you're not very good at applying it."

Chrissy had never borrowed her mother's make-up supplies. From the moment she thought about make-up her style was Goth, and nothing her mother wore suited her. And she put most of her efforts into her eye make-up, only occasionally adding black lipstick. She took her hint from David's comments and smeared the lipstick on as a child might, while shots were taken. She got a broad smile from David as a reward.

The poses moved to the bed where Chrissy rolled around clutching a teddy bear and a large soft toy elephant. At one point she had to push the elephant's trunk between her legs and sit with a surprised look on her face. Then the toys went on the floor and it was back to legs wide and fingers on her clitoris.

"Frig yourself," said David. "Have another go, think of yourself as a girl doing her first exploration of her sexuality."

Compared with what Abi was having to do, this instruction now seemed mild. Chrissy had noted that Abi's groans, and later screams, had stopped sometime during getting dressed for this shoot. Perhaps she was being given a rest. Chrissy thought back to the sight of the interviewers fat cock and tried to use that to make herself feel randy and, to her surprise, it worked. She felt lusty, and found herself suddenly lubricated. She took advantage of the glistening liquid to smoothly pleasure herself.

David was full of praise. "Yes darling," he said. "Throw your head back... get your legs wider... clutch at the bedclothes... roll your eyes up... yes that's right... keep going..."

"Ah... ah... ah... ahhhhhh," panted Chrissy, quietly, as her climax overtook her. She was used to keeping the noise down, acutely aware that the wall between her home and next door was not that thick. She'd always worried that Mr Philips, the guy next door, might be able to hear her. Mr Phillips was double her age but when they met on the street he always looked at her with such lust. She had no desire to give him any clue she might be sexually active in case he was listening through the wall.

But now she was displaying herself at her most vulnerable, during orgasm, to a guy at least as old as Mr Philips. David was smiling down at her as his camera clicked and the moment her eyes rolled up was caught in pixels forever. Chrissy lay recovering as David moved closer to take shots of her post-orgasmic body and wondered if he too desired her. And what would she do if he took his cock out and tried to fuck her? She was feeling so randy now she believed she would probably let it happen.

David moved away and rummaged in a box returning a few seconds later with something he was cleaning with an antiseptic wipe. Then he used a towel to polish it and, presumably, remove the cleaning agent. He handed it over to Chrissy. It was a dildo, scarlet in colour and made from glass. Chrissy automatically took hold of it before she could think to object. It was heavy and cool to the touch. David had returned to the tripod and was checking some details on the camera. Nothing was said until he finished his checks, looked up, and said, "Ready, darling?"

It was obvious what he wanted her to do. Chrissy knew what a dildo was, she'd joked with her friends at college about them when they were in a mood to discuss sex. But she'd never owned one, or even handled one before. She was very uncertain how to proceed. Luckily David was his usual helpful self. The series of shots started with Chrissy just holding the thing. Up in front of her face, looking shocked. Then there were a few of her running fingers over it, then licking it, and sucking the tip. Finally there was putting it on her thigh, and then came the instruction she was dreading.

"Okay darling," he said. "Tip to your clit, and rub your self."

Chrissy obeyed. More shots were taken.

"Now tip inside your fanny, and rub yourself," he continued.

Chrissy tentatively inserted it. It felt strange, hard, compared with her boyfriends cock. Tommy was a nice lad and a good friend. They had made out at a party a few weeks ago, clumsily fumbling in the dark of one of the upstairs rooms. They dare not put the lights on in case it attracted attention and kept as quiet as they could. Nonetheless they managed a good grope and eventually a brief, hurried, penetration. Tommy was wearing a condom and, with the assistance that gave to reduce his sensitivity, he managed about ten minutes of pretty good thrusting before he lost control. Chrissy still remembered the feeling of his cock ejaculating into the condom. And the smear of blood on the condom afterwards.

Several more shots concentrated on the dildo sitting with its tip just inside her. It seemed that David wasn't going to ask her to push it all the way in.

"Do you want me to push it in further?" she asked.

"Do you want to?" he replied.

"Well since it's a little way in, I might as well," she said, feeling very naughty.

"Go for it then, but stop if you feel uncomfortable," he said, unclipping the camera from the tripod and moving in closer.

Chrissy took a firm hold of the dildo and pushed. It slid deeper and deeper and she stopped every inch so that David could take shots. She was sitting on the bed, one arm behind her to prop herself up, and staring at her own crotch as the thing slowly went deeper and deeper. Some of David's shots took in her whole body, some were focussed just on her face, and some were close-up shots of her cunt lips pushed out by the red glass. She realised she was almost drooling over the thing. She got all of it in her except the bulge that represented the scrotum and provided the hand grip. Then she pulled it out in one long tug. It felt nice.

I'll just push it in and out a few times, she thought, nice and slow. But in and out a few times turned into many, and nice and slow gave way to faster and faster. the glass had warmed up now and the shape of the head was having an interesting effect. Chrissy put two hands onto it and collapsed backwards onto the bed as David loomed over her and took shot after shot of her juiced up cunt and her flushed face. then she had her second orgasm of the day.

"Ah... ah... ah... Yah! Yah! Yah!" panted Chrissy, as her climax grew between her thighs and then sent sparks to her head. This time she was louder. Much louder. And David got close up shots of it all as her hips lifted from the bed as her back bent with pleasure. Then she pulled the dildo from her and lay back and panted for a minute.

"Bloody good! Take ten, darling," David said. "Then the last shoot of the day. Though it will be quite a long one."

The next bay was decorated in scarlet and black and featured several items of furniture but Chrissy was far too distracted by the woman standing waiting for them to look closely.

"This is Barbara," said David. "She's going to help you dress and then will help with the shoot."

Barbara was about forty years old, to Chrissy's eyes, though she might have been older. A tall woman with large, soft, breasts and big hips and thighs. She was dressed in a scarlet leather corset that covered only the lower half of her tits. They sat in the cups with the nipples showing and, because her breasts were so soft, they quivered with every move she made. Chrissy thought the effect was like waves on an ocean. The corset stopped at her bulging abdomen, leaving her prominent sex on display. A spiked collar completed the look of an angry, rather dominant, woman.

Chrissy took off her dressing gown and Barbara held up something that looked like a collection of black leather straps. It turned out her costume for this shoot was just that. Thin leather straps. They ran over her shoulders and two hoops of leather surrounded and emphasised her little breasts without covering them. Then the straps criss-crossed her abdomen, round her back, and passed between her thighs and her labial lips to return up her belly to be fastened to the straps under her breasts.