Part 3
NOTE
Panic disorder and obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) are both classified as anxiety disorders in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders; the manual mental health professionals use to guide them as they make a diagnosis. It’s not uncommon for a person to be diagnosed with both of these disorders, which are each marked by excessive worry and fear. However, OCD is a distinct disorder with its own set of criteria, symptoms, and treatment.
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I watched my brother fucking again through my video cam. For some reason he hadn’t removed it and I was free to watch all his conquests at will. I was happy to see Louise was back and she had lost weight. I watched as my brother took her roughly as she lay flat on her back. Her skin was taut and her boobs didn’t roll around as much as when I first viewed her. Her loss of weight had no effect on her sexual enjoyment as she was on the way to screaming the house down as I had my hand up my skirt rubbing my panties against my pussy in time to her cries. I had become so used to her noises approaching climax that I was able to time my wanking so we would cum together.
Louise screamed out her orgasm as I fingered my wet panties, biting my hand to stifle my cries as we simultaneously cum.
Another pair of soiled panties for Jamie I thought to myself as I smiled in the afterglow of my orgasm and slipped them off.
I held the panties sodden with my love juice up to the light. He’ll like these I said to myself, smirking as I put them in a box with a collection of my pussy stained panties. I pulled back the carpet, lifted two floorboards and hid the box there in my bedroom.
Later we were all around the kitchen table drinking tea with Jamie and Louise both in their post-coitus robes fumigating the air with the aroma of sex.
“Did you enjoy the show?” asked Louise with a twinkle in her eye. Surprising me, as I didn’t know for sure if they knew I watched.
“She doesn’t watch anymore,” Interjected Jamie. “Too busy dreaming of her meter reading friend of hers,” he said dejectedly.
“Oh, and how do you know that?” asked Louise.
“Her panties are drier than the Sahara’s ever since she found out she could face a cock without puking.”
“Jamie!” I cried, “Do you mind.”
“Its all right Maria love, he tells me everything,” informed Louise.
I looked at Jamie startled, Louise was a good friend but not so good to know that I once had Jamie’s cock in my mouth.
“That’s curious,” mused Louise, “I would have thought her panties would have been dripping wet with her meter reading dream on her mind.”
I tried to bluff it out and carried on talking, “Anyway, I don’t know where he lives, so I will have to wait for a few months until the next reading is due.”
“I can help you with that,” informed Louise.
“How?”
“Maria, I’m a policewoman, it’s one of the perks of the job, do you still have his coat?”
The thought of finding my meter reader made me burst with joy.
“Oh, thank you, Louise!” I blurted, instantly standing up to give her a hug.
“We’ll take a trip to the water board tomorrow afternoon,” informed Louise with a wicked smile on her face.
“Great, what time?”
“After I’ve had my legs around your neck and you’ve made me cum twice my dear,” she saucily teased.
“Lou, you’re insatiable!”
“Well?” She insisted.
“Deal!” I hastily bid and gave her a big kiss.
Getting Louise to cum a second time took an age. I lapped at her post cum moistened pussy with an aching jaw as my fingers pumped her internally. She demanded I be naked when I gave her demanded oral sex and of course I obeyed. She gave a reason for once and said, “I may wish to taste your nectar if I feel like it.”
I worked away at her coalface; my face covered in her pussy juice and began to hear her recognisable pre-orgasm sounds. I pumped her harder and lapped away with more vigour and eventually took her over the edge. She yelled out her pleasure as she cum and I lapped at her cunt. I kept going until her body jerked and she pushed me away as I made her over sensitive.
I fell to the floor exhausted; my naked body taking a slight carpet grazes as I fell.
“Fucking hell Lou, that was hard work, I didn’t think you’d ever cum!” I joked.
“Was it? It was really relaxing from where I was laying,” she giggled, “come on let’s go.”
“Oh, let me get my breath back,” I begged, “And get some feeling back in my jaw!”
I watched Louise put on her uniform as I slipped into my jeans and jumper. She looked a sexy, formidable, dominant policewoman. Who wouldn’t obey her every word I sighed in admiration.
I was confused as to why she wanted me naked, as she didn’t show any sign of wanting to return my oral favour and then ordering me to wear a pair of jeans and a jumper with no bra or panties.
“You’ll see,” was all Louise would say as I watched her pull up the zip on her skirt.
We set off in Louise’s police car, and it was very evident that all the other motorists were obeying her just by her very presence. The way they carefully gave way to her somehow made me feel uneasy, and I hoped the water board headquarters wasn’t too far away.
Louise stopped one motorist for using his mobile phone while driving and gave him a severe dressing down. He bowed his head in shame to my bitch mistress in a uniform, and I couldn’t help getting turned on.
We arrived at the water companies head offices and found the department that dealt with the reading of meters.
“How can I help?” nervously asked the supervisor doing his best to keep professional.
“We’re looking for the meter reader for the Newlands estate,” said Louise with a distinguished air of authority.
“Do you mind if I asked why?”
“Nothing official we would just like to return his coat,” she explained.
“Oh, for a minute I thought we had done something wrong,” he sighed in relief.
“No, no, no I’m just returning it in turn for a favour.”
The supervisor twitched with uncertainty.
“If you leave the coat with me I’ll make sure Garth gets it,” the supervisor suggested.
My mind lit up with excitement, Garth, so that’s his name, I thought, in my fantasy’s I always had him as a David or Martin.
“I’d like to return it in person if you don’t mind, I’ve a few personal things I’d like to discuss with him,” Louise pressed.
“I don’t know, its not strictly company policy,” said the supervisor uneasily
“If in future, I can do anything for you I’ll make sure I’ll do everything in my power to help, and remember the police have long memories.
I read the address as we sped away, “Thank you, Lou,” I gushed feeling elated at the possibilities knowing where Garth lived, “He only lives about five miles from my house,” I swooned getting more delirious holding the note to my breast. I looked up and realised we were travelling in the direction of Garth’s house, and I suddenly became nervous. “We’re not going to his house now are we?” I restlessly asked not ready to face my unrequited love wearing only old jeans and bra-less.
Louise looked at me and grinned, “No we’re not going to see him, but I haven’t finished having fun with you yet!”
“Oh, Lou!” I squealed in despair, “I’ve already got you off twice today.”
Louise laughed, “No this is for your own good, I have an idea after the little fun I had with you outdoors. Do as I say and I’ve a feeling you’ll be thanking me for it later.”
“Yes, mistress!” I replied with a smile.
“There’s a good girl!”
We turned into the same avenue Garth lived, and I began to get nervous thinking I had been duped. I saw a pretty young blonde girl casually dressed on the side of the road, and Louise stopped the car to pick her up. She jumped into the car without care all brightness and bonhomie, and it was easy to see she had done this before.
“Hi, Lou!” She brightly chirped.
“Hello Sylvia, let me introduce you to Maria.”
“Hi-Ya!”
Louise then took us out into the country, and I came down from my romantic reverie into a pit of turbulence. We went deep into a country estate along a dirt track road until we were met by a group of twenty or so men and women, all with expensive cameras around their necks.
The main man, dressed all in black sporting a big grey beard and a bald shiny pate, stepped up to greet Louise.
Sylvia jumped out of the car enthusiastically with me nervously stepping behind.
“So these are the two girls,” he greeted as he shook hands with Louise, “my names Jim, nice to meet you.”
I shook Jim’s hand with a jelly-like hand.
“So there’s a hut for you to change and when you’ve finished come out and I’ll introduce you to the rest,” he jovially instructed.
The rest? Get changed into what? I thought while looking around at the hut we were supposed to change in. Louise could see my face was a slideshow of anxiety and fear and gently whispered, “Go on you can do it.”
“Is this your first time?” asked Sylvia.
“Yes, it is,” I deftly understated although the first time for what I didn’t know.
“It’s my first time as well,” said Sylvia trying to comfort me, “Well my first time outdoors and only my second time with a girl.”
The words hit me like a spade in the face.
“Sorry!” I blurted in a daze, “I’ve been roped in at the last moment, what’s happening?”
“Gosh!” exclaimed Sylvia Lou said she’d get a replacement at the last moment but I’d have thought she’d have told you something.”
“Well, that’s our Lou for you,” doing my best to break into a smile.
Sylvia laughed, “Quite, well let’s get out of our clothes and I’ll fill in the details from there.”
We entered the hut and Sylvia pulled her sweater off over her head.
She revealed two smallish pert breasts with small rock hard looking nipples as she was also braless.
Sylvia noticed me watching but didn’t stop undressing as she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans to slip them off.
“Oh, you should never wear a bra for these things because they leave strap marks on your body. In the magazines, the girls dress up from naked to panties bras and corsets if they’re doing a series of shots.”
It was obvious I was to be in a photo shoot and so I reluctantly stripped as an already naked Sylvia put on her robe and watched.
