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First Published: 08 August 2015

Out of Our Depth

(or Jo Does Surrey)
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, m+/F, Blackmail, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Druga

I'm Joe and my husband's Chris or rather Christopher but I'm just Joe not Joanne. We married last year in our home town of Bromborough, never heard of it, don't worry, few people ever have. Most people know where Liverpool is, well, Bromborough is six miles due south on the other side of the Mersey River. Well, we came back off of our honeymoon and Chris had been replaced at the bank he worked at, no, not a bad thing, he was just a personal banker what everyone else calls a cashier. Anyway, his boss dropped this big deal on him, assistant manager, cool eh! Two years as an assistant manager and it was almost an automatic promotion to manager or over to headquarters in London where the sky really could be the limit.

Chris's new job was at the High Street branch in Camberley, Surrey. I definitely felt out of my depth in Camberley, moving from a very basic rural village where the pace of life was slow, where nothing opened on Sunday and every shop closed on Wednesday afternoon and the only two places open after five-thirty at night were the cinema and the pub. In Camberley I could shop virtually twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week if I wanted to.

Well, we had lived in our new house on a quiet back street for a few weeks, the kind of street where every house was the same as its neighbour, what they call estate built and we began to get to know our neighbours. Bob and Jenny lived next door to us but before we got to know them very well Bob got a contract in America and as he would be gone for two years, he took Jenny with him and put their home up for short term rental through a local agent.

In Bromborough, a house like Bob and Jenny's could remain un-let for years but in Camberley, new tenants moved in within days of Bob and Jenny flying off to New York. The new tenants were John and Margaret but Margaret preferred to be called Peggy. Peggy was okay, she was pretty, tall and long legged and quite busty, I often saw Chris watching Peggy in her back garden and she often wore just a bikini and hot-pants in the back yard.

Well, while Peggy was a nice person in looks and temperament, very pleasant to talk to, the same couldn't be said for her husband John. John had been brought up in the docks area of Eastern London; he seemed, looked and acted like a spiv. When Chris asked John what he did for a living John just smiled and said, "I'm into buying and selling, I'll sell anything that will earn me a profit."

When we got home Chris said, "I'm sure John would sell anything but not so sure that he would buy it first! He looks and sounds like a real crook."

I was a little torn, I'd never met anyone quite like John before, he was larger than life in more ways than one, tall, muscular and with hands that looked like shovels, compared to John Chris looked a little bit of a wimp. "Come on Chris, you don't know that for sure, give him the benefit of the doubt until you have proof."

Chris 'Harrumphed' me, I could see it in his eyes that he thought I was smitten by John's roguish good looks and rough-diamond demeanour and the fact that I defended John just made Chris like him even less. Things were being delivered next door at all times of the day and night, at first I just assumed that it was John and Peggy's stuff being delivered but then we noticed that the deliveries were being made directly into the garage even when no one was home and other men would come with empty vans and collect things from the garage, again with no one home. It started to look like half of London had a key to John's garage.

One Sunday when Chris and I were tending the front garden Peggy came out, as usual she was wearing a black bikini top that was two sizes too small for her and white hot pants that were so thin and so tight that it looked like she was carrying saddlebags in her shorts. Chris was on his knees using a trowel to get between the bedding plants on the border between our front garden and Peggy and John's.

I was like a casual observer to the pantomime that unfolded, Chris, on his knees and in that position he was eyelevel with Peggy's saddlebags and when he looked up he was actually under her breasts, not that he looked up that often. I could tell two things from my distant observation post, she definitely wasn't wearing knickers under her shorts and that she had no hair at all around her pussy.

Peggy basked in Chris's admiring glances for a long minute before she said, "We're having a housewarming party tomorrow night, we were wondering if you guys would like to come along to meet a few of our friends. It's bound to get a little noisy, better to be on the inside enjoying the noise than be outside trying to get to sleep or even watch TV."

Chris jumped to his feet and thanked Peggy for her kind offer and asked, "Can we bring anything towards the party?"

Peggy smiled at Chris, then she wiped a small pat of soil from off of his cheek, leaving her hand there a little longer than I would have thought necessary, "No, just bring yourselves, that will be fine."

Now I know for sure that if Peggy's husband had made that same offer Chris would have assumed there was some underhand reason for the invitation, probably to get us out of our house so that one of his 'Gang' could break into our house and steal everything and I'm certain that Chris would have come up with some excuse not to go.

We both dressed smart but casual and were at John and Peggy's front door at seven thirty, Chris had splashed out on two bottles of reasonably expensive red wine to take as a housewarming gift, they weren't the kind of wine that anyone would drink on anything but a very special occasion.

Peggy was wearing a scarf as a top with no bra under it, Chris's eyes almost popped out of his head when she opened the front door. She was also wearing Indian cotton 'Loon' pants, hipster style with flared bottoms to their legs, the cotton was ultra-thin and the only thing that stopped us seeing every pore in her skin under her Loon pants was the heavy printing that had been applied to the cotton.

Chris offered Peggy his two bottles of wine, she didn't take them, she called to John, he came out of the kitchen, John was wearing a flame red, pure silk button-down shirt, cream Chinos with tan chukka boots all covered by a dull length blue and white striped chef's apron. He cut between Peggy and Chris, scooped up the bottles with a curt "thanks mate," and he kind of handed me one of the two bottles, caught my arm and diverted me through to the rear reception room while Peggy guided Chris through to the room that, in our house, Chris used as his office. I heard Peggy saying as the gap between us lengthened, "Do you know anything about DVD players, John's useless at things like that and we wanted to show our holiday videos later..."

And that was all I heard of their conversation as Peggy and Chris disappeared into the small room. In the living room were eight men, I'd seen them all before, some were the men who made the deliveries and some were men I'd seen collecting things. I was the only woman in the room, I wondered if the rest of the women were in the smaller room at the front of the house waiting to watch Peggy and John's holiday videos.

I was offered a drink, it was neat vodka in a shot glass, the bottle that it came from was held in a thick crust of ice about a half an inch thick, I went to sip at the glass but was stopped, "If you sip it you'll lose the skin off of your lips, watch Frank, see how it's done!"

Frank took a shot glass full of the vodka and tilted his head right back and to much cheering and cajoling he threw the drink to the back of his throat and swallowed it down. Now it was my turn, the men in the room were chanting "Down, down, down." over and over again until I copied Frank. I had expected the Vodka to blow my head off but it was so cold that it anesthetised my throat as soon as it touched and I felt very little until my stomach warmed the alcohol up and then it was like a little fire in the pit of my stomach.

It was my turn to bask now; I was basking in the attention from nine men, all praising me and congratulating me on taking the shot. There was music playing and I was pulled into a dance by Frank, not a frantic disco dance at arm's length, Frank pulled me against his chest and we danced a kind of waltz step but to modern music.

Frank is paying me a ton of attention, telling me jokes, complimenting me on how I'm dressed and my bravery at drinking the Vodka, I doubted that Chris had been as attentive to me in a month as Frank was in just one five minute dance. John was holding a tray of small test-tubes, it looked like an artist's pallet, the same shape, the same hole for the thumb of the holding hand but the tray had small holes all over it for the test-tubes to fit in.

"Who wants to try an 'XO Brandy'? This stuff is almost two hundred and fifty quid a litre so it's just one sip each."

I was still with Frank, "Isn't expensive Brandy supposed to be served in those huge balloon glasses?"

Frank looked down into my face and smiled at me, "Well, usually but you usually get a full measure of brandy in those glasses, John's only offering us a taste, we're not really brandy connoisseurs like John, so brandy at six quid a shot wholesale is a little too rich for our blood, in a pub you'd expect to pay twelve quid a measure, in a night club closer to eighteen quid."

John held his tray of drinks aloft and says, Right gentlemen, this is Russian roulette, one tube isn't XO Brandy, it's just the cheap stuff but there are eleven shots so we might all get XO or one of us might just get supermarket's own brand which is worth less for a litre than one measure of XO would cost in a pub. As usual, if you are unlucky and get the cheap stuff, if you recognise that you haven't had XO you get the prize of one hundred pounds Sterling."

There was a cheer from John's eight friends and hands were reaching out for a tube. Frank stepped in, "Gentlemen, calm down, we have a lady in our midst!" Frank turned to me and bowed slightly, "Jo, you take first pick."

I just took the tube that was closest to me and went to drink it but Frank stopped me, "We all do it together, kind of round table thing, the one that gets the cheap stuff has just ten seconds to declare it, Ray over there was the only ever winner and rumour has it that he still had John's hundred quid, bronzed in his trophy cabinet at home."

There was almost a fight between the other men until there were just two tubes left and John took one of them, "Three, two, one!"

We all threw the liquid down our throats, I almost gagged, "Well, I don't think that was any kind of posh brandy, it didn't even taste like alcohol at all!"

John took my tube, "Okay, who's been tampering with my tray, this is the GHB, and it was meant to be for if the party flagged later on."

I looked at Frank nervously, "What's GHB?"

Frank looked over at John and then he took my face in his hands and held me so that he was looking directly into my eyes, "GHB my dear Jo is 'Gamma Hydroxybutrate', it's a liquid form of Ecstasy but much stronger, it just makes everyone feel sexy and stops you worrying about things that are going on around you. One of the side effects is that you feel hot and have an overwhelming urge to take your clothes off to cool down."

I started to worry deeply and said, "What, you mean I've been drugged?"

Frank nodded his head, "Yep but don't worry about it, in five minutes you won't care anymore and you have nine men who are looking forward to keeping you entertained for the next seven to ten hours. Would you like me to take you to Chris for him to protect you or would you rather stop here with us and help to get us all off?"

I fought to form the words in my mouth trying to say, "Take me to my husband." But that didn't actually come out of my mouth. Even though I hadn't managed to ask Frank to take me to Chris he was guiding me to the small front room that Chris had gone into with Peggy.

The small front room had been Bob's home office, it had contained a few nice antiques and there had been four small oil paintings on the walls, not really valuable paintings, Bob had paid just a few hundred pounds for all four of them but that was apparently just after he and Jenny had married but it was little matter now, John had stripped the room clean, all that was here was a big screen TV, a DVR recorder and a rather large looking digital video camera on a stand. The floor that had been covered by a Persian rug now had a stained mattress covering most of the floor with my husband lying on it, totally naked and with an erection that was bigger than I'd ever seen between my husband's legs, Peggy was naked too and kneeling at Chris's side.

Frank held me up at the door, "What did you give him Peggy?"

'That's a bloody good question Frank, thank you for asking the bitch for me!' went through my head.

Peggy smiled, "I've given him three Viagra and a healthy dose of Rohypnol, he'll be hard for around ten or twelve hours and in the morning, apart from feeling sore he'll remember very little of tonight."

Peggy was rubbing Chris's cock, "Can you see, Chris darling, Jo has come to see us play together, would you like to see her take her first lover of the evening before we get down to it?"

Chris's head lolled in my direction, his neck didn't seem half as stiff as his cock was, his eyes were open and unblinking, he was just staring at me with a little dribble falling from his mouth. Frank whispered in my ear, "Are you a little hot darling?"

I nodded my head; I was feeling really hot, hotter than I felt on the Greek beach during our honeymoon, "Well, why don't you take your clothes off to cool down a little?"

I didn't think anything of it, after all, Peggy was naked, Chris was naked and Frank was naked too, I was hot, it made sense for me to undress as well. Chris's head was still pointed in my direction as I removed all of my clothes. Frank stepped in behind me, he placed his hand on the flat of my stomach and held my lower body against his and he pushed my head forward until my mouth was close to Chris's cock and then I felt Frank pressing his cock against my cunt from behind. I kept trying to look back to see what Frank was doing to me but Peggy kept my face close to Chris's cock.

After Frank filled my cunt with his cum I was moved and made to sit on Chris's face so that Frank's spunk was running all over my husband's face. As I sat there on Chris's mouth Peggy straddled his lower body and bounced up and down until she had her own climax, "Pity he can't shoot off in this state but you wait until he comes back to his senses Jo, he'll flood your cunt more than all nine of the men who are going to fuck you tonight."

I was taken back into the living room, there were far less things in the room now than there had been before I was taken to see Chris, there was another dirty and heavily stained mattress in the middle of the floor and another digital camera on a stand pointing at the mattress, the eight men were busily emptying everything of value out of the house, as Frank held me up my head started nodding forward, I was slowly falling asleep.

John stopped at my side, "You feeling sleepy Jo?"

I managed to lift my head a little and then I nodded it just once or twice and my head fell forward again.

"Well we can't have that can we? You need a little pick me up; you can't miss your own starring role in your first ever blue film can we?"

John disappeared for an indeterminate amount of time and when he returned he lifted my arm, "Just a little scratch Jo!"

I looked down at my arm and John pushed a needle into my skin over a vein, he pushed the plunger in and my arm felt very strange. Three minutes later my head was up, I wasn't sleepy any more, I was alert and bouncing with energy, I noticed that I was naked and Frank as well, the other eight men were all fully dressed and carrying Bob and Jenny's possessions out of the house. John stopped the first man to return empty handed, "Draw a card, Ace high, lowest goes next!" There were only eight cards, how did I know that? My brain was firing on all cylinders and I was able to count the edges of the cards as John fanned them out.

I couldn't work out why Frank and I were the only two who were naked, it felt wonderfully refreshing to be naked on such a hot evening, John came over to me again, "Jo, Tony's won second place, we all think it would be great fun if you took him over to the bed and stripped him off, do it as sexily as possible so Frank can make Chris a video as a memento."

I grabbed Tony's hand and almost yanked it out of the socket as I dragged him over and onto the bed, we were both standing awkwardly on the springy surface and I stripped Tony as we almost danced around on the bed while Frank fought the camera to keep it pointed at Tony and me. When I'd finally got his trousers down I started rubbing his cock, trying to get him to climax, somewhere at the back of my mind the first two weeks of each month I was supposed to wank my husband and the last two weeks he could fuck me and cum in my belly. 'Hey, didn't Frank already fill my belly once tonight? Perhaps it was the third week already?'

"Hey Jo, why have you stopped, didn't you tell Tony that you were going to suck his cock so hard you'd pull his balls up through his pipe?"

'Well, that doesn't sound like me but if I said that I really should do it, it is only fair after all!' I dropped to my knees and started sucking Tony's cock as if it was the end of the world. Eventually I was told to drag Tony to the floor and fuck his brains out. I giggled like a fool and attacked Tony and put all of my pent up frustrations into fucking Tony.

"Come on Jo, fuck him harder, you do want Chris to be proud of you don't you? You're making this film for Chris, to make him a proud husband aren't you?"

I couldn't ever remember fucking Chris with this much enthusiasm, not even when we were courting and having to get all of our sexual frustrations out of our systems in snatched minutes in barns or behind the grave stones in the church yard. I couldn't ever remember being this turned on before and as for being naked with nine men around stripping the house, I couldn't understand why I'd never done anything like it before. Once the guys had finished stripping out the house upstairs and down they all started drinking and getting undressed.

Each of the nine men had sex with me while Frank or one of the others filmed every second of the action. I had oral sex, anal sex; I fucked two men at the same time and then three men. I allowed them to titty fuck me and even pee on me as I lay on the mattress using a wine bottle in my cunt because I was still turned on after all nine men were worn out and couldn't fuck me one more time.

At four o'clock in the morning two of John's friends carried Chris home and put him in our bed, it had been nine hours of solid sex for me and I assumed for Chris as well although I wasn't sure how many women had been around the house, certainly one or two of the men had brought their wives and they didn't come in to the living room for fun with me. Chris was still totally out of it but his cock was still standing like a flagpole.

I didn't want to, I thought it was wrong but I was still horny so I used Chris, rode him like a cow-girl for an hour. At around seven o'clock in the morning I fell from a great height, the euphoria that had driven me on for close to twelve hours of sex had evaporated and I was tumbling into a world of depression.

Chris finally started to come out of his stupor at eight o'clock in the evening, just over twenty-four hours after Peggy drugged him. Chris had the best of the deal, the drug Peggy had given him had robbed him of his memories of the night before but his cock was still permanently hard. I wasn't that fortunate, I could remember every second of my time in John and Peggy's house and I wished I couldn't.

Chris knew that something went on, the fact that the scouts could have used his cock to raise their pennant on was a bit of a giveaway and he decided to head round to have it off with John. I followed, I had tried everything to stop Chris going round just in case John told Chris, or worse, showed him what I'd been up to the night before.

I dogged Chris's footsteps all the way to John's open front door, no, not open, there wasn't actually a door in the frame, the solid oak door was missing, even the brass hinges had been removed. All of the internal doors were missing too, the kitchen had been stripped out, every inch of copper pipe, the radiators and the boiler were all missing.

The house had been stripped down to just its shell, there wasn't a stick of furniture or a thread of carpet on the floor. We were still looking in amazement around the house when a furniture removals van turned up, a man and woman stormed through the opening that had been the front door and demanded to know what we were doing in their house, the house that they had bought from John and Peggy and were about to move into.

The street started to get jammed as a second removal van turned up with another couple who thought that they owned the house and then a third van and eventually a fourth. John had sold the house he rented from Bob and Jenny four times for a quarter of a million pounds each time.

There were a lot of very angry people around including Chris, he kept getting flashbacks of images, he asked me if I had come into our bedroom after the party and fucked him while he was out of it. An hour later he asked if I had fucked another man in Bob's home office, "Don't be silly, why would I be unfaithful right in front of you?"

It was a month later when my mobile phone rang while Chris was at work, a strangers voice spoke, "I've got a message from John, if you don't want the video of you fucking every man in the neighbourhood delivered to Chris and his boss at the bank, come to the World's End Pub on the High Street in an hour. And come prepared to fuck, we're not pissing about, we're deadly serious and don't tell anyone."

"I can't come to the World's End; it's too close to the bank!"

"Wear dark glasses and turn the collar up on your coat and come to think of it, all I want to see you wearing are a coat and dark glasses, nothing else."

I was shocked by the phone call but I didn't have much time to decide what to do about the blackmail call. Chris had been fortunate that he'd been given a drug that caused temporary amnesia; he didn't have the nightmares of his actions from that evening keeping him awake at night. Mind you, if I had told him what I remembered of my actions that night, I doubted that he could ever have looked at me in the same way ever again. Okay, okay I know that I had been drugged; I'd been given very strong alcohol as well and to keep me awake all night they had injected me with amphetamine sulphate to stop the GHB and the alcohol sending me to sleep but there was no way that what I'd done with John and his friends was because of the drugs, it had to have been my own nature to want to do what I did.

After the evening of the party I had searched the internet, all the first drug did to me was make me sleepy and removed my inhibitions and to me that meant that whatever I did was because secretly I wanted to fuck all of those men.

One of the downsides of a night of abandoned sex with strangers was that I'd caught a bad infestation of pubic lice and because I was infected I had passed it on to Chris when I raped him for over two hours after John and his friends had finished with me. Fortunately I had reacted quickly, a trip to the chemists for some lice shampoo, replacing the contents of our shower jell bottle with the lice shampoo, then talking Chris into taking a shower with me and we both washed each other from head to toe tiding ourselves of the crab infestation.

I was shocked and I had just sat motionless for ten whole minutes going through things in my mind. I was shocked by the telephone call, shocked that I was being blackmailed into going to a pub just yards away from the bank where my husband worked and shocked at being told that I had to go to the pub almost totally naked, but on analysing my thought pattern over the ten minutes of inactivity the thing that shocked me the most was that I was trying to work out how I could get into the pub without being seen, the concept of my not going never entered my head even though the way I had been told to dress left me in no doubt that I was going to be used for sex again.

Something that I had noticed during the past month since the party at John and Peggy's house was that I had wanted sex more often, far more than Chris had wanted, I'd found myself looking at men in the street, found myself checking out other neighbours and wondering if any of the men fancied me and if any of their wives had nights of wild abandoned sex with large groups of men like I had done on the night of John's party.

'Only fifty minutes left!' Something inside my head was spurring me on but then there was the other voice, the voice that reminded me that the last time I was with John and his friends I'd come home with a crotch full of fleas, well pubic lice but the same thing really. 'You could shave down there, that way there will be nothing for the crabs to infest!'

Now that was a helpful suggestion from somewhere deep in my subconscious but how could I explain that change in my appearance to Chris? 'Just tell him that it was a moment of madness, he'll love it when he sees it!'" Well, that's all well and good but I don't really have time. 'Don't make excuses, you have Chris's hair clippers, you've been trimming his neck for six months and you know you're adept at handling them now, just buzz-cut around your fanny as short as you can and then use a fresh disposable razor and shaving foam but get on with it, you only have forty-eight minutes left now!'

The little voice in my head spurred me into action; I ran up to the bathroom, draped a towel over the edge of the bath and over the floor, sat on the edge of the bath in the nude and buzzed every single hair from my lower body, my pubic mound, my labia and from around my bum hole. It surprised me that it took less than three minutes to be down to just a fuzz of hairs less than a millimetre high. I wet my lower body all over and then smothered myself in shaving foam and with a new disposable razor in just five minutes I was a bald as a newborn baby.

Once dry I went through to my bedroom, in my wardrobe I found my selection of coats and jackets, I did hold a few of the longer coats against my body but just as I thought, if I were naked under the coat it would have to be far longer than my usual choice. I did have one coat that would cover down to my knees but I had initially discounted that coat because it was a mackintosh that was actually designed to be worn while riding, horse or bicycle and to that end, both the front and back of the coat have deep vents that would expose far more of my body than my other, much shorter coats if I didn't move with great care.

I checked the time, if I'd had more than the thirty minutes I had left I would have tried to tack the rear vent about half way down it's opening and I would have searched around for a safety pin to close the front a little lower down too but I knew that it would take more than twenty minutes to walk to the High Street and that was if I wasn't walking carefully to prevent accidental exposure of my nether region out on the street.

I left the house wearing just my mackintosh, high heeled shoes and my largest sunglasses to cover as much of my face as possible. I was tingling all over as I walked along the pavement, every step and twist of wind threatened to flash my charms off in public and with every step I took I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. I have to say that the fact that I was out in public in a state of almost total nakedness and no one noticing me was a great disappointment to me. Back home in Bromborough I wouldn't have been able to take ten paces in the street without someone stopping me for a chat, offering me a cup of tea or coffee or asking me to call round for a chat on my way home, here in Camberley, everyone seemed to be far too busy to even take a second look at someone walking out in the street.

I walked past the front of the bank that my husband worked in at exactly ten fifty-nine, I took a casual glance through the bank's window and saw Chris talking to a customer at his desk in the corner of the main banking hall, 'Smart as usual, all very neat and tidy, as usual. What would he say if he saw you dressed like this out on the High Street? What would he say if he knew that you were meeting a man in the pub for sex?'

A shiver ran through my body at the thought that had passed through my head on seeing my husband at work. I crossed the road and walked through the door of the World's End pub as the church clock struck eleven o'clock. Two very grey looking men looked up from their 'Racing Times', looked me up and down twice and then went back to their investment portfolio running in the two o'clock at Wincanton.

I couldn't imagine either of the grey men to be my blackmailer and then I saw another man, sitting at the back of the bar, there was a dawning of recognition, he definitely wasn't at John's party but I had seen him picking up parcels from John's garage, the man had an eight by ten photograph in his hands, he looked from the photograph to me and back at the photograph before smiling and gesturing for me to join him.

He stopped me when I was just six feet from his table, "Open your coat!"

I froze momentarily, my eyes flicked to the left and right, if I just opened my coat no one but my blackmailer would see what was under my coat. As my eyes flicked around I spotted two stiff cardboard pouches, the kind that people used to send CDs and DVDs through the post, one had my husband's name and the banks address written on it, the other had Chris's boss's name and his home address. Another shudder of trepidation and excitement ran through my body as I saw what could have been my blackmailer's evidence of my night of shame and I began to unfasten the four buttons that held my coat closed.

He just sat there watching as I slowly opened my coat wide. Once I was on display I started to get nervous and began to look around me to make sure that only the one man could see my naked body. He left me standing exposed for a full five minutes before he smiled again and told me to sit at his table. I let my coat fall closed before sitting with my back to the rest of the bar but I hadn't fastened the buttons back up.

"So Jo, we understand that your husband is quite a good football player?"

I nodded my head, I wondered if I was supposed to button the front of my coat back up, sitting there facing a stranger in a public bar, fortunately the bar had very few people, as I nodded my head I realised that it caused my coat to flap open slightly but fortunately only my blackmailer could see as my tits flashed momentarily into view.

"We also heard that Chris would be representing his company in an inter-bank football match tomorrow in Newcastle."

I nodded my head again.

"The only thing we didn't manage to find out is, will Chris be driving up to Newcastle tomorrow or will he be heading up to Newcastle this afternoon and stopping over night?"

My mind was firing on all cylinders, should I lie about what Chris was going to do, he was actually being driven up to Newcastle by the area manager, he would be meeting the rest of his team in the hotel where the bank was running team building and motivational exercises during the evening and then the following day there was a knockout competition, a series of matches lasting fifteen minutes each, seven and a half minutes each way. What concerned me was if I told the truth, John's group might force a rematch of their house warming or rather house stripping party of a month earlier but at our house this time!

I was looking deeply into the man's eyes and from them to the two packages on the table, both packages addressed and had the stamps fixed on their fronts ready to be placed in the post. 'Why worry about the disks, you know bank policy, they'd never put a data disk into their computers that arrived from an unknown source so even if he did post the disks they'd probably not get past security!'

I was slightly happier, I pulled my coat closed and began to fasten the buttons, I took a deep breath, I was going to say that Chris was driving up to the north east in the morning but as I began to speak my voice cracked under the strain and I couldn't get out what I was trying to say. My eyes flicked over to the clock, it was twenty past eleven and at half past staff from Chris's bank could be coming out on their lunch break and some of them often came into the pub in a Friday lunchtime for a cheap bar meal. There was no way I could be found in the bar dressed the way I was at eleven-thirty if they did come in. I had to try and end the conversation and move on to whatever the man had planned for me.

"Chris is being taken up tonight; he'll be stopping in a local hotel and going on to play in the morning."

The man leaned back in his seat, "Very good Jo, actually, we knew all of Christopher's travel plans, the fact that he has his suitcase in the back office of the bank, the name of the man driving Chris up to Newcastle, the car details including its registration number. We even know the name of the hotel that the bank has booked and even the number of the room that Chris is booked into, it was just a test for you and you passed with flying colours."

He stood up and took my hand, pulling me from my seat. As I reached my feet I checked the clock, the minute hand just jerked over the six, my eyes flicked to the front window of the pub and the street beyond. Two of my husband's colleagues were crossing the road from the bank and heading straight for the front door of the pub, panic flashed through my head and I reached for my dark glasses to try and hide as much of my face as possible. The two men crossing the road knew me almost as well as Chris did, there was no way that my dark glasses would hide my identity from two people I knew so well.

I was pulled towards the front door, we'd now meet in the vestibule between the front door of the pub and the door into the bar, just as I thought my blackmailer was about to pull on the door handle to open the door he pushed me against the wall and stepped in front of me , planting his lips over mine, the door opened and the two men walked in, heading for the bar to order their drinks and food, totally ignoring the two people kissing behind the door into the bar.

Within a second I was pushed through the bar's door before it had a chance to close, the last thing I saw as I went through the slowly closing door was Paul Smith, chief cashier and Chris's best friend in the area looking back to try and work out what he'd seen as he rushed through the door. 'Thank God they were in such a rush to get served, and thank God that the bank only gave their staff forty-five minutes for lunch or they may not have been in such a hurry.'

I was dragged down the High Street and into Princess Way, the shopping precinct was crazy-busy and he was pulling me so fast that I kept being bumped from one person to another towards the Main Square multi-storey car park. Once in the lift he turned to me and said, "I've been told to offer you the same cocktail of drugs that you were given the last time but they weren't the reason you fucked all of those men so wildly all night long, all the drugs did were stop you worrying about the consequences of fucking them all. I watched your video all the way through twice and I'd say that you were one of the best I've seen under those conditions and that's why I asked John if I could take you over first."

He looked at me all the way to the third floor and when the lift doors opened he said "Well, drugs or clean?"

Part of me wanted to take the drugs on offer, drugged I could assuage my guilt, blame whatever happened next on my blackmailer and the drugs but the little voice in my head said, "It's all very well using the excuse of the drugs to help your guilt but last time did you really get as much pleasure from the evening as you gave the men, I think that you missed out on so much and that was why you were still horny after fucking all of those men!"

I must have been listening to my inner voices for too long because he said, "Well, drugs or clean?" again.

I jumped into action, "Clean."

He smiled, "I'm glad you chose clean, my customer will be happier with you going to work clean."

"Work? What kind of work?"

"Sandhurst Military Academy are having a passing out parade on Sunday and one of the graduating officer's father is paying me to supply a prostitute to keep him and his dorm happy for twenty-four hours."

"But I'm not a prostitute!"

"Jo, believe me, you're a natural..." He opened the flap on one of the DVD packages and tapped the open edge so that the DVD slipped out. I was surprised to see that far from an amateurishly produced writable disk, what slipped out looked very professional, on one side of the disk there was a full length nude picture of me and on the other was the title, 'Jo Does Camberley!' "...my customer saw this DVD and phoned me straight away to arrange for you to look after his son and the rest of his dormitory."

Now my little voices in my head should have told him to go to hell but what they were saying to me in the secret space in my head was, 'Ask him how many men you'll be expected to fuck!' My voice came out very small and croaky, "How... how many?"

"How many what Jo?"

"How many men?"

He smiled at me again, he placed his left hand on my cheek, cupping my face in his large hand, "They live in dorms of up to four people while going through training but if he's made more friends you might have to service eight, twelve or sixteen but that doesn't matter, what matters is that you're available for sex for the full twenty-four hours and you have to be willing to do whatever you're asked to do for the whole twenty-four hours."

"Where, I can't have that many men in my house!"

He laughed out loud this time, "No, not at your house, you're going into the collage building, into the dormitories where these officer candidates have been living for most of the past year."

"There's no way I'll be able to get in there, I wouldn't get past the front gate!"

"We've got that covered, I have a change of clothes here for you and someone will drive you right through the gates. You're looking a little cold; I'll warm you up to the idea."

He unbuttoned my coat and pushed it off of my shoulders so I was standing next to his car totally naked, fortunately the top floor of the car park was roofed over so no one in the offices around us could see me but anyone down in Albert Street could have seen me if they'd looked up, and of course, anyone on the top floor of the car park would have seen me.

I was pushed against the rear wing of the car, my left leg was lifted off the floor as he unzipped his trousers and he stabbed his below average sized cock into my cunt. As he fucked me his fingers explored my bottom, he grunted, "Have you ever tried anal sex?"

"I've only done it at John's house warming party before."

He pulled his cock out of my cunt just before I reached my climax, he flipped me face down onto the cold metal and began stabbing his cock against my anal muscle, 'Why the hell didn't you ask for drugs, you wanted it to feel real, OUCH, FUCKING HELL! Well Jo my girl, does this feel real enough for you now!!!' I was thankful that his cock was below average size as it stung like hell as it forced its way into my arse hole.

"You'll thank me for this later Jo, your customers are bound to want to double up on you or even treble fuck you, they won't be nearly so gentle fucking your arse as the guys at the house warming party were!"

'If this is gentle Jo get the fuck out of here before someone decides to put an adult sized cock up your arse!'

As the voice was telling me to run for it the pain began to subside and I managed to achieve an orgasm from having my arse fucked and as I felt his scalding hot semen begin to flow up my bum I got a second bang from my orgasm.

He opened his car and pulled out an olive green boiler suit, here, put this on quickly; we're a little late for our rendezvous. I had to put on heavy boots and not the kind with a fashionably high heel either. Huge heavy army boots and without the advantage of socks either, my head was stuffed into a black beret and my hair had to be pushed up under the beret so that apart from the rather obvious bumps in the front of the boiler suit, I looked like a man. He bundled me into his car and drove me quickly out of the car park.

We turned left into Pembroke Broadway opposite the railway station; we drove past the end of the High Street and left again into Knoll Road. After Saint George's Road we crossed the 'A-thirty' and drove closer and closer to where I lived with Chris, 'What the hell's going on, he said that you wouldn't be expected to have sex with the soldiers at home, why did he make you wear all of this army clobber?'

He slowed down at the intersection of College Ride and Old Green Lane, to get to my house it was just turn right into College Ride and my road was off to the left. I steadied myself for the right turn and was thrown off balance when he turned left into Old Green Lane. He drove to the end of the lane where it ended in a footpath, "They're waiting for you at the end of the footpath, have fun! You'll find your coat and shoes in your porch when you've finished tomorrow."

I left his car and walked down the footpath towards the scrubland surrounding the military college. The boots were so much bigger than my feet that I couldn't walk properly, I had to drag my feet along the ground as I headed towards the end of the path.

Thirty yards from the end of the path was a Land Rover parked under a tree and obscured from the front and side by a camouflage net. From the back I could see that there were four young men lying on the ground with their SA-Eighty rifles poking out from under the camouflage net, they weren't lying in a straight line, they formed a fan of fire cover out across the junction of Dawnay Road, Slim Road and Green Lane Close.

As I walked I must have made a rustling sound in the scrub, one of the four turned his rifle in my direction, I should have been frightened but I quickly spotted the electronics pack attached to the end of the barrel, instead of an ounce of lead coming from the gun it just snapped a digital photograph of whatever the gun was aimed at.

"Erm Tarquin old chap, this graduation present we're waiting here for your father to deliver to you, could it be in the shape of a thirty-eight double 'D' red-head?"

One of the other men rolled onto his back and looked at me, "You know Rupert, I do believe that's exactly what the old stick could have sent."

All four men were on their feet in seconds, they looked me over, Tarquin beckoned for me to go closer and I stepped out of my left boot, stopped, slid my foot back into it and shuffled closer to him. The four of them laughed at the way my boots fell off of my feet, they just didn't supply size six boots in the British Army.

"This explains why he told me to bring a spare helmet, gun and body armour vest, see Simon, you were wrong, my dear old dad didn't want to join us on our last exercise, he knew we'd need a way of slipping this beauty back into barracks!"

Simon looked a little puzzled, "But how do we smuggle her in past the red-caps Tarquin old boy, that's the question, how do we avoid getting a 'Fizzer' on the last day of term? That must have been at the back of the old man's mind when he set up this particular scenario for us."

It was the fourth man's turn to speak, "I know that you never listen to me guys but what about injured man evac from the battle field scenario again?"

Tarquin looked down his nose at the fourth man, he stressed the man's name as he spoke "And how do we explain the fact that four of us left this morning and five of us returned Dave ?"

Dave seemed to stiffen at the stress Tarquin put on his name, "We could give her a red flash, that way she'd be wounded enemy brought in for interrogation, we could sweat information out of her all night long!"

Tarquin smiled, "You know something Dave , you've been in our dorm for a year now and this is the first time that you've impressed me in all that time! You might make an officer yet."

I was quickly dressed in the body armour, the waistcoat pulled tight across my chest to try and disguise my large breasts, my beret removed and the helmet strapped to my head and while two of them pulled a folded stretcher from the back of the Land Rover and set it up Simon dug his fingers into the tyre tracks of the Land Rover to get some churned up mud to smear over my face. A small red patch was slid over the epaulets on the shoulder of my boiler suit in the same place that the other four had blue patches.

I was loaded onto the stretcher and slid into the back of the Land Rover. The vehicle was driven rapidly along Dawnay Road until we met another Land Rover with a whip antenna standing above the front wing with a white pennant stuck on top of the aerial. Tarquin jumped from the front of our vehicle, gave a snapped salute to the man in the helmet with a white band around it, "Captured red trooper sir, permission to leave the exercise area to interrogate our prisoner in the rear command post."

Tarquin was given a chitty and congratulation for fulfilling one of the objectives of the exercise, capturing enemy troops to gain intelligence.

We spun our Land Rover around and sped back to the college building, round the back of the main building, Tarquin flashed his chitty from the umpire to one of the guards wearing red berets at the gates to the compound and we were in, I was carried through the doors into the building and then bumped off of the stretcher. I had to slip my feet out of my boots to be able to keep up with the four men as we ran through to the sleeping quarters. I was naked before I reached the first bed and because it was Tarquin's father who had sent me Tarquin was the first 'up' between my legs with his friends standing around watching me getting the fucking of a lifetime. As Tarquin grunted through his climax he said, "Sorry I finished so quickly my dear but we've all been locked up in here for a year now with only our right hands for company. I promise I'll do better as we go along."

Tarquin slipped out from my cunt and off of the bed, "Here, Simon, you can go next old boy, we'll all go around once and then we'll toss her into the shower before we all take our time over seconds."

I was fucked by all four wannabe army officers before being taken out of the dorm room and into the bathroom. As I stood under the shower and soaped my body thoroughly I went through the past ninety minutes in my head. It hadn't been anything like my time with John and his friends a month earlier and I realised why. I'd been a passive recipient of sex, whereas the time before I'd been drugged and had started out being used but I had soon taken the lead and done stuff with those ten men that I would never have dreamed of doing before that night.

The exercise that Tarquin and his friends had been on when I was delivered to them was coming to an end and the other trainees were starting to return in dribs and drabs, two even walked into the shower area as I was rinsing the soap from my body. I was tempted to just jump them both and fuck their brains out but they looked so shocked at seeing a woman in the men's shower that I went off of them rapidly and headed back to Alpha Dorm, the room with four beds that was shared by Tarquin and his friends.

I walked into Alpha Dorm and Tarquin jumped to his feet when he saw me, I had no towel so I was dripping water all over the place, I grabbed Tarquin's arm, threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. As I rode him 'cow-girl' style I thought, 'This is more like it!' Fucking Tarquin instead of him fucking me was ten times better as far as I was concerned.

I went around all four men three more times before midnight, the noise we were making had drawn quite a crowd of other students watching us through the open door of the dorm. Once I'd tired out the men of Alpha Dorm I moved on to Bravo Dorm and fucked them all once before moving on to Charlie Dorm.

I was sore and very sleepy by eight o'clock in the morning, I still owed my customer seven hours but none of the student's wanted to play anymore, they all had to get their dress uniforms ready for their passing out meal in the Officer's Mess that evening and they had to rehearse for the passing out parade on Sunday morning, they would be combining their usual Sunday church parade with their passing out parade in front of all their family members.

I was smuggled out of the school, a small bang delivered by a Thunder Flash placed under a Land Rover drew all of the Red Caps from the gate and I was pushed, unceremoniously through the gate in my boiler suite and ill-fitting boots to shuffle my way home.

I took a hot bath, had a stiff drink and went to bed until Chris got home. I heard his area manager's car on the drive and Chris saying goodbye to him. I ran down the stairs in just my nighty and nothing else, I knew that Chris would come around the back to get in the house, I ran out of the door and launched myself at my husband from six feet away. I fucked his brains out on the garden path, luckily it was getting a little dark by the time Chris got home so there was little chance of us being seen.

After I'd drained Chris's balls he said, "Well, that was a surprise, I'll have to spend the night away more often if this is how I get greeted when I get home!"

After that weekend Chris was invited to more and more sporting events that his company organised all over the country. John's friends always seemed to know when Chris was going away and every time I was called up, threatened with some element of my sexual activities behind Chris's back being made public and I would be forced to go to various parties and provide sexual favours for large numbers of men. But after each session, on Chris's return I'd fuck him in the back garden of our house.

It started to get a little out of hand when one man paid John for me to go to his house to a sleepover for his son's fourteenth birthday, the boy was just fourteen but some of the other boys that I had to teach how to fuck a girl were younger. I wasn't too happy about it when I got there and found out what I was expected to do but by that stage my blackmailers had days worth of video footage and thousands of still photographs of me to keep me working happily for them.

The birthday boy's father had given him a copy of a DVD called 'Jo Does Bracknell Heavy Haulage' where I allowed ten truck drivers to fuck me, the boys watched the DVD in the birthday boy's bedroom and as soon as it finished his dad took me into the bedroom dressed in just a bikini.

The fourteen year olds eyes almost popped out of his head when he realised that I was the woman he'd just watched fucking in a truck stop. I opened his trousers, wanked him for a few moments and then got down in front of him and began sucking his cock. I took him all the way to completion and as I swallowed his semen his friends began to take my bikini off. I sucked five other boy's cocks and by the time I'd swallowed the fifth load of cum, Birthday boy was ready and able all over again.

I taught him how to do oral sex on me for five minutes before I hailed his body up mine and lined his cock up with my cunt. As his cock slipped in he went wild like a bucking bronco, he'd climaxed before I got anywhere close but at least there were five other boys waiting in line to follow him in. Six boys fucked me but I only actually reached one orgasm. I was only there for three hours which was fortunate as Chris thought I was at one of my girlfriend's homes having an after work drink with her.

Fortunately I managed to mop up all of the boy's semen before I woke Chris up on the sofa; he'd fallen asleep in front of the TV while waiting for me to get home. At least Chris gave me an earth-shattering climax to rid me of my frustrations from the evening.

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