I taught Maxwell how to give me pleasure with his finger in my body while I used my hand and mouth on his cock. I took his seed in my mouth and swallowed it before I pulled my dress back on. Maxwell left my room and Johnny walked in, he had a balloon pump from marketing and one of their really long torpedo balloons advertising 'All Electric homes', well, I say really long, inflated it was four feet long with a ten inch circumference but before the air was pumped into it, it was just eight inches long and as thin as a cigarette. Johnny had a small tube of KY Jell as well. He said, "I've come to start your training to take my cock up your bum!"

I was pushed face down on top of my desk; Johnny pulled the back of my dress up to the back of my head. He wet my anal muscle with the KY Jell. He took my biro and fed it inside the torpedo balloon wide end first, he let me watch as he inserted my pen and also while he rubbed more KY jell all around the first four inches of the balloon. I couldn't see as he eased the balloon into my bum but I felt it and I did feel mildly uncomfortable as he carefully eased the balloon in using the pen to get the balloon in as far as possible.

The pen was returned to my desk and Johnny picked up one of those plugs that were used in helium balloons to allow filling but no gas to leak out. The wall of the balloon was so thick that no one could blow them up without a pump and because of that thickness Johnny was having difficulties getting the valve plug into the balloon's neck. I actually felt a little more discomfort as the plug widened out my anal muscle because the balloon was so far up inside my bottom.

As Johnny was getting things ready he asked me if Maxwell had more fun with me than he had on his birthday. I told him what I'd done and Johnny seemed extremely excited with my description, Johnny chuckled as he said, "I'll have to get Maxwell laid before his next birthday!"

Johnny plugged the pump into the hole in the valve, he started pumping slowly "If it hurts I'll stop but if it just feels uncomfortable, let it go a little higher."

I winced, "That's more than just uncomfortable!"

"Would you like me to let a little air out?"

"No but don't pump it up any more."

"I'll leave you for now; I'll get a little more work done, thanks for looking after Maxwell for me."

Johnny had left me exposed on the table, for the first time, he hadn't waited for me to sort myself out or put his toys away before leaving the room. In my head I was desperate to go to the toilet for a poo but I fought that feeling. I worked gingerly putting the filing away, I didn't want to go out on the afternoon filing skim but I didn't want to sit down either, in case I burst the balloon!"

I walked slowly around the main office; Maxwell blushed as I walked past accounting. When I reached Technical Services or Geek's Corner as most people called it one of the speckie-faced geeks handed me a flyer as I passed. It was an advert for the London Electricity Board Sports and Social club's Photographic society; they were looking for photographic models amongst their work colleagues, men or women.

When I got to Johnny's desk I showed him the flyer, that's a compliment...by the way, I noticed when you left your office you were walking a little gingerly but it seems to have worn off now, how does your bottom feel?"

"It's not too bad now; the feeling of fullness has gone a little since I've been walking around."

"That's great, I'll come down to your office as soon as I've finished this little job and pump you up a little more, we need to try and keep the pressure on."

I went back to my office and worked through the documents that needed filing, the clicks alerted me to Johnny unlocking the door and I stopped working to wait for Johnny to come in. Johnny was more like a garage mechanic servicing a car than a lover, he pressed the spike from the pump into the balloon's valve and gave it a few quick pumps; And as he did he said, "Have you thought about playing a glamour model for the photographic club?"

I was looking over my shoulder, watching what Johnny was doing. As the feeling of fullness came over me again I stopped him. "I'm not even a member of the sports and social club!"

"You don't need to be a member, why don't you pop back to his desk, his name is Robert."

"Is it Robert's birthday today...or tomorrow?"

Johnny smiled, "No, it isn't his birthday but there are seven hundred men working here so there's bound to be one or two men on average having a birthday just about every day. I spoke to Robert before I came down here; he said he'd love to show you the kind of photographs they take in their society...see if you might be interested in giving it a go."

I was surprised by Johnny's visit, he topped up the air in the balloon up my bum but he'd only given me a quick kiss and he hadn't touched my body or asked me to touch his, just a whirlwind visit for the first time.

I walked back through the office, again, because Johnny had re-inflated the balloon, I was walking a little gingerly but by the time I reached Robert's desk I was back to walking normally again. Robert smiled at me, "You gave my flyer to your boss!"

I looked over at Johnny's desk, he was looking over at me, I had to think fast, I couldn't say that Johnny was my boyfriend so why would I have taken Robert's flyer to him?

"Well, when I read the flyer it just looked a little like you'd printed the thing yourself and you were trying to pull my leg!"

"That's okay; we are an officially recognised group."

"Yes, Mr Clark has told me that, he suggested that I look through a few of your pictures, see if I'd be interested in posing for you."

"It would be my pleasure to show you some of our work, drag that chair over and sit next to me!"

"I'd rather stand if you don't mind."

"You'll have to sit, I can't flash these pictures around in the open, I need to keep them hidden."

I really didn't want to sit down; I could imagine sitting down and having the balloon burst inside me. I pulled the chair from another desk over to Robert's side and lowered myself into the seat as carefully as I could.

I breathed a sigh of relief that there was no 'Pop!' as I sat down; I did feel the balloon move around inside of me a little so as soon as my bottom hit the seat cushion I sat still. Robert opened his bottom drawer there were hundreds of eight by ten photographs in the drawer separated by index cards. Robert pulled out all of the photographs from the first section; he held the pictures on his lap so that they couldn't be seen over his desktop.

I looked at the first black and white picture, a woman wearing an early Victorian brocade dress and white linen blouse and petticoats. The woman wearing the dress looked like a professional model, perfect make-up and hair piled high. The blouse under the brocade dress had a high collar that reached her jaw-line with starched lace trim that stood out from her neck at ninety degrees. It had long sleeves with massively long cuffs and the same starched lace trim around her wrists. I did a double take.

"That looks like Millie, the woman who brings the sandwiches and tea around in the morning on that little trolley."

Robert grinned at me, "She looks so different with her hair done and a little makeup on."

Robert flicked through several similar pictures. Millie posing in her costume in various poses and suddenly I realised that the little buttons down the front of Millie's blouse were open and an acre of her chest was on show, I also realised that she was actually posing around the office, small changes had been made but some things stood out, proving to me that she was posing by the Accounts department, the next picture had her standing at the side of a bookshelf, half the books had been removed and a few ornaments were standing in the spaces where books had been removed. Millie was posing side on to the cameraman and she had her hand on her hip, nothing unusual in that until you realised that her hand was on her bare hip and by her dress covered hip, her bare skin could be seen all the way from her ankle almost to her ribcage.

"I can't believe that Millie would have had the guts to pose like this out in the open office!"

"Well, it was a Sunday so the only people here were members of the photographic society and..."

Robert looked over in the direction of Johnny's desk.

"The Photography club and?"

"Well, Millie was worried about posing for us; she didn't really trust us so she asked Mr Clarke to act as her chaperone. He actually relaxed her and talked her into going far further than we would have ever asked her to go."

"Is he Millie's boyfriend?"

"No, don't be ridiculous, Millie had never even thought about having a boyfriend before we had our first photo shoot with her, after that she started going out with Paul Gamble."

Robert flicked through a few more black and white pictures and suddenly the black and white turned into colour. Millie looked totally different in the colour pictures, she looked far more confident; her smile was genuine and not at all forced like the pictures in black and white. Millie started out in a bikini, a very skimpy bikini. Twenty poses in the bikini and then ten topless. Robert looked around the room to make sure that no one was near that could see anything, suddenly Millie was totally naked, a few standing pictures with her legs clamped tightly closed and then a sitting picture, knees turned away from the cameraman and then three pictures with her knees wide open, all of her dirty washing hanging out.

"Paul brought her out of her shell even more than Johnny Clarke had done on the shoot before. Please agree to model for us, I've never had a model before that has such large breasts as you but such a slim waistline, I'm trying to imagine what you'd look like without a bra on!"

I must have blushed a little because Robert's hand went straight to my upper back and he felt around the outside of my thin cotton dress and his face turned into a massive grin, "God, please pose for us, please say that you will at least think about it!"

"I'll think about it."

I returned to my office and I blasted through my work without even thinking about the balloon up my bottom. At knocking off time Johnny was waiting in the car park as I walked towards my bus. I saw Johnny, he gestured with his head for me to go over to him. He asked me if I wanted a lift home, if I fancied a light snack meat at the pub with him.

The balloon popped back into my head, it was a good thing that he was going to take me home, I doubted that I'd get the balloon out of my bottom and if the balloon was in there I wouldn't be able to make a poo. I was confused though that he wanted to go to the pub first.

Johnny parked in front of Steve Biko House and we walked to the pub together. We ate a light meal and had a drink. Gary walked in and headed for the bar, Johnny turned me to face him, "Darling, how did Gary make it so easy for me to get my cock into your throat on Sunday?"

"He just did it over and over again until it stopped hurting and became easy to get his cock inside!"

"Yes, it's the same with anal sex, I could do it a few times a week for months and you still wouldn't get used to it because of the time between fucks, you need to do it a lot in a short time until it's like your throat and a cock can get in easily. I would have asked a few of the guys to come to your bedsit, like I did with Gary on Friday evening but your bedsit is too small to get four or five men in with us."

I nodded my head; it seemed to make a lot of sense to me. Gary banged his glass on our table; he lifted my chin and kissed me on my lips. I looked at the bar, another of Johnny's friends was at the bar buying a drink. I recognised five of Johnny's friends in the end, they all bought drinks and then moved in on our table, I got a kiss off of each one of them and they all stood around talking to each other.

Johnny took a hold of my hand, "Are you ready darling?"

I looked into his eyes, he looked excited. I let Johnny pull me to my feet and he guided me to the passageway leading to the toilets, the men's toilet had a sign on the door:

Johnny opened the doorway into the men's toilet, I was pulled inside, "Dress please!"

I took my dress off without question and Johnny hung it over one stall door, I was pushed into another of the toilet stalls and pushed forward while Johnny held the flat of his hand on my stomach. "Hold the toilet seat!"

I gripped the toilet seat and looked down into the water at the bottom of the bowl. I heard a hiss and the pressure in my belly disappeared as Johnny stabbed the pump adapter into the valve on the balloon. Johnny pulled the deflated balloon out of my bottom and threw it into the sink. Johnny's cock replaced the balloon and he fucked me slowly and carefully, "Is that hurting?"

I shook my head, "Just a little pressure, that's all."

I heard the toilet's outer door open and close, I looked through the gap between my left arm and left hip, I saw an upside down Gary walking behind Johnny, "You about ready Johnny boy?"

Johnny was just starting to breathe heavily and he nodded his head. I felt movement deep inside my bowels and Johnny gasped through his orgasm, Johnny stepped aside and Gary stepped into his place, even though Gary's cock was longer and fatter, it just slipped up my bum. Johnny had been gentle and loving as he fucked my bum, Gary not so much, he was far more aggressive, he was slamming his cock into me so hard that his hips hitting my buttocks so hard that it sounded like a slow hand clap.

"Let me know if I hurt you, I'm not as gentle as Johnny."

I heard the door again and to an accompaniment of slow hand claps I looked through the gap between my left arm and left hip and saw two more of Johnny's friends walk in. In the gap between my right arm and hip I saw Johnny at the sink and he was washing his cock in hot soapy water.

Johnny slipped between Gary and the stall wall, he stepped over the toilet bowl between my head and the cistern and he fed his flaccid cock into my mouth...I felt Gary fill my bum with his semen and he pulled out only to be replaced by the next man.

Johnny's cock grew in my mouth as he watched his five friends fucking me up my bum. As soon as the last man blew his snotty spunk up my bum I was quickly turned and sat on the toilet seat. There was an eruption of volcanic proportions, semen flooded out of my bum followed by poo. The poo surprised me; I was an early morning pooer and only ever did it once a day. I probably pooed out two days worth in five minutes.

I took a handful of toilet tissue and cleaned myself up and as I did, Johnny stood in front of me, he took something out of his pocket, he knelt down in front of me and he opened a blue velvet covered box, a beautiful diamond ring standing on a tiny pillow, "Victoria, will you be my wife?"

His five friends were standing around cheering as Johnny offered me an engagement ring. My bum was sore and battered, I was sitting naked on a toilet in front of six men who had just fucked me up my bum but I cried and said "Yes!"

Eventually I was dressed and walked out into the main bar. Gary took the closed sign off of the toilet door and placed it behind the bar. I was wearing my new engagement ring as I walked into the bar. There was a loud cheer from the other customers in the bar and a tray with two huge bottles of champagne was passed over the bar as well as a load of glasses, everyone in the bar had a glass of champagne and toasted Johnny and me and our future together.

At ten o'clock we walked to my bedsit, I had my arm linked in to Johnny's, "When are we going to get married?"

Johnny kissed me on the top of my head, "I've book the registry office for your birthday!"

"My seventeenth birthday or my eighteenth?"

"Seventeenth, I can't wait any longer to take your cherry!"

"Johnny I've been thinking about that, you don't have to wait any longer, you can do it tonight if you want to!"

Johnny stopped me, we were standing opposite the shop doorway that Johnny had pulled me into a week earlier, he looked all around to make sure that no one was in the street, he couldn't tell just how many people could see us from the windows of the flats all around us, he pulled the front of my dress right up and pushed it over my head.

Johnny was kissing my breasts and he rubbed my pussy up and down, giving me a massive orgasm as my back pressed into the door. I thought that he was going to stand there all night but people walked up the street and I was covered up at the last minute before thay saw my naked body.

I giggled, "What was that all about?"

"I was just thanking you for your offer but I'm going to wait for three more weeks. Who will you be inviting to our wedding?"

"No one, just me and you!"

Johnny smiled at me and said, "And Gary and the rest of the pub crowd."

Johnny spent the night with me, he fucked my bum again, we had breakfast together and he drove me to work. Because we had spent the night together Johnny didn't pop into my room for a play before work. At lunchtime we didn't fool around again and I really missed it. Johnny took me into town at lunch time; he took me into a posh dress shop and bought me five new dresses, they were all as thin and voluminous as my red dress but far shorter. The last dress I tried on Johnny told me to keep on and wear it back to work.

After lunch the General Manager's Secretary came into my room with a list of files to be destroyed, she found them all herself, she shredded about one hundred folders full of documents, filling a large cardboard box to overflowing. I was told that the box had to be incinerated, it was too sensitive to be recycled, even though it had all been shredded. I was given a box of matches and told where the fire pit was behind the old garage building.

I walked behind the block where the General Manager's car was garaged. I saw Ken sitting at his desk, the freestanding pin board was on the left of his room, rather than across his window as it had been the first time I went in there. Ken spotted the fire starting and he opened his window and asked me if I'd like a cup of tea.

"I only drink coffee Mr Goodman but thanks for the offer!"

"I'll make you a coffee, come round when you're finished playing with fire!"

I waited until all that was left to burn was the bottom of the cardboard box and then I walked around to the front of the garage building, through the little green door and on, into Ken Goodman's office. The freestanding pin board had been moved in front of Ken's window as it had been the first time I went into Ken's office. There were two steaming mugs on the edge of Ken's desk, one with tea and the other coffee.

Ken met me close to the door and he wrapped me in his arms, he kissed me passionately and as I responded he pulled my dress up and over my head, I was totally naked and then we actually sat around drinking and chatting, it seemed really strange to me that Ken had stripped me and then he hadn't actually acted on it. I emptied my mug of coffee and put my cup down, "So, would you like to use your mouth, your hand or is there another hole that I could use, Johnny tells me that you are keeping your virginity for your husband but that still leaves your arse free!"

I didn't say anything, I just left my seat and I lay my chest on Ken's desktop, he rubbed his fingers over my bum and then down between my cheeks, testing the resistance in my anal muscle. He was up my bum in a flash; he just fucked me, no love, no emotion and no connection, other than the obvious connection.

Ken finished, he handed me a roll of paper towel, we watched each other as I wiped around my bum and he cleaned his own cock and as I left Ken was moving the pin board out of the way of his window.

Johnny was watching me as I walked back into the main office, I had to walk past his desk and as I did he said, "Did you see Mr Goodman while you were burning the old files?"

I nodded my head, Johnny lowered his voice to a whisper, "You'll have to tell me all about it in bed later!"

I was walking on air for the rest of the walk to my office. This was the first time that Johnny had given me any advanced warning that he was coming home with me to spend the night. After knocking off time I waited by Johnny's car, he drove me into town and out the other side but not on the road to Steve Biko House. We stopped on Winsham Grove outside an old terraced Villa that had been converted into three flats. Johnny had the ground floor and the basement, he gave me the guided tour, he had a large living room, two good sized bedrooms and a small kitchen, down in the cellar was a little dark and dank, it was a play room of sorts, there was a bed that had winches at each end that acted like a rack, the medieval torture implement, there were chains and shackles fixed to the wall and a set of standing stocks.

"It's all a bit of fun really, I got the bed when I had a bad back and needed overnight traction for a few days, my mates gave me all the rest just as fun birthday and Christmas presents."

I was expecting Johnny to ask me if I wanted to try his toys out but he just took a photograph of me standing next to some of his toys on his mobile phone. We went back to his living room and even though Johnny didn't ask me too, I took my dress off so he could play with my body as I sat on his knee. I watched as he popped my photograph standing next to his standing stocks on his phone's screen, he pressed the menu button and chose send picture as a message. He picked Robert from his contacts list and typed the message, 'How would you like this room for your photo session with Vicky Porter?' and pressed send.

Johnny cooked dinner, nothing fancy, broiled chicken and salad, low in calories as well as carbs. His telephone peeped and Johnny called out to me to check the message for him. I opened the message and called out, "It's from Robert, he says, 'Can you take another picture with Vicky topless or naked by the stocks?' "Is that Robert from work?"

"Yes it is, there's a tripod in the cellar with a phone holder on it, why don't you go down and do a delayed shutter selfie for him, you can send it to him but bring the phone to me after so I can see what you've sent."

I walked down to Johnny's cellar, it felt really strange to me, all on my own, my choice how I'd pose, my choice what I'd send to Robert. I clipped the phone into the tripod and stood looking around the room. Did I want the picture to be artistic or soft porn...hell, hard porn even!

I looked on the screen and then I imagined how I'd seen models selling things like cars or washing machines. I set a ten second countdown, I stood with my back to the phone and when the three beeps warned me that the picture was about to me taken, I looked back over my shoulder, I found that I couldn't see the phone so I twisted my hips keeping my bottom towards the camera and the flash lit the room up. I expected the picture to be blurred because I'd been forced to move after I realised my face wouldn't have been in the frame. My bottom looked voluminous and sexy; I seemed to have deep dimples on either buttock. My left arm was kind of thrown backwards and there was a full profile picture of my left breast. I had a seriously sexy look on my face and my ponytail was blurred, there was a flick of movement at the end.

I was taken by surprise at how sexy I looked in the picture. I almost ran up the stairs to the kitchen. Johnny's hands were wet so he didn't want to touch his phone, he looked at my picture, "Fuck girl, you look fantastic in that picture...it may be far too good to send to Robert, it puts his pictures to shame!"

I looked at the screen again, I did look very sexy!

"Well, it's up to you, Robert will love that shot but if you feel uncomfortable sending it, I can take one of you later, I won't do half as good a job as you did!"

"I want to send the picture but I wanted you to see it first, after all, I'm your fiancée and you might not want another man at work to have a picture of me like that on his phone!"

"I love the fact that other men can look at your naked body, it's a big turn on for me to think of Robert wanking himself off while looking at your naked body...remember that you can't tell anyone at work that we're engaged, you can't even tell them after we're married, company policy is that married couples can't work in the same department. If anyone at work finds out you'll have to change jobs, you'll probably have to become a meter reader or something because most of the office staff come under my control."

I started keying the message to go with the photograph, simple and succinct, 'Picture of me, hope you like it...love Vicky!'

We ate and as we did Johnny got lots of messages from Robert, most just said 'Wow!!!!!!!!!' and things like that and the last message said, "When can I photograph Vicky in your torture chamber?"

Johnny read the final message, "Can I tell him...Saturday?"

"Will you be here as well?"

Johnny grinned, "I'd never miss the chance of seeing you perform with another man...even if all you give him is a photographic session!"

I washed the dishes because Johnny had cooked and as soon as I finished Johnny brought my dress to me, "Put this on, I want to take you for a walk!"

At the end of Johnny's road was an expanse of grass, then the South Circular Road and on the other side of that was Clapham Common. We walked to the right onto the common and then started up a slight hill to the left towards what looked like a wall of trees until we got closer, there was a triangular break in the woods, one hundred yards wide on each side and by the apex was a picnic table. A fifty something woman was sitting at the table with a young teen boy. Johnny took me into the woods and he took my dress off. We walked the one hundred yards just inside the woods until we were fifty feet from the picnic table.

Two men strolled up to the picnic table, Johnny was standing behind me so I could get a good look at what happened, His mouth next to my ear and his hands all over my body, "That woman is the boy's mother, they come here once or twice a week, the boy watches his mum fucking all comers. If no men turn up the boy fucks her himself."

As we stood there watching, four men came and went, the woman dressed and then walked down the hill, it was eleven o'clock and very dark, Johnny and I followed the mother and son down the hill, I was still totally naked, Johnny had my dress over his arm. I saw a light flickering in a bush, it looked like someone was lighting a cigarette.

"What was that?"

"The pubs have closed, that was a gay man in a bush, he uses his lighter to attract other men to his bush, like a firefly in South America."

I walked along on the common totally naked until the South Circular Road and as soon as my body was picked out in the first street light I was handed my dress to put on and as I was doing it a car speeding past at fifty miles an hour papped its hooter at me.

We'd crossed over the South Circular Road and were at Johnny's road as the car slowly drove past on the South Circular Road, the driver had turned back at the first roundabout expecting to find me.

We went to bed together and Johnny fucked my bum as I told him all about my visit to Ken Goodman's office. I'm sure that my telling Johnny about being fucked by Ken gave him more pleasure than fucking my bum did.

At work the next day Robert had a massively wide grin on his face as I walked through the office, when I reached his department he congratulated me on the picture I'd taken all by myself.

I was busy filing paperwork when I heard the buttons on the lock being pressed, I stopped work and stood ready to pull my dress off for my lover when a woman a few years older than me walked in my room with Johnny behind her, "Victoria Porter, this is Amanda Copeland, you have to train her to do your job so that she can take over from you when you go on holiday."

We were left alone so that I could teach Amanda how to do my job. I was bending forward and Amanda was looking into the open neck of my dress, "Are you totally naked under that thin dress?"

"Why?"

"Aren't you worried that someone might see you?"

I took a deep breath; this was the first time I'd been challenged for being inappropriately dressed at work. Should I cut and run, make up some excuse about an accident that made me take my underwear off, "I'm not worried if I'm seen out in the office, if anyone looks down my dress...or up it even and they don't like what they see, it is their own fault, they shouldn't have been looking!"

"Do you ever walk around in here totally naked?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Because I wish that I could do something as daring at work."

"You can walk around in here naked, not if you're dressed the way you are now though, it would take you far too long to cover up when Mr Clarke opens the door, you only get a few seconds warning when he's punching in the code."

"I don't believe you!"

I reached for the bottom hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head. I started filing again but this time I was totally naked. "Can I take my knickers off?"

"I'm not here to stop you, do what feels right for you!"

Amanda dropped her knickers on top of her handbag and she started filing with me, she had her blouse, her bra and her skirt on but her knickers off, she kept looking at me and grinning.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I can't believe that you're working in the nude as if nothing is wrong!"

"Well, I don't think anything is wrong. You file this last letter and I'll get my dress back on so we can go out and collect more filing."

I asked Amanda how much of the office she knew, "None of it, I had an interview with Mr Clarke at eight thirty and he brought me into you at nine o'clock so all I know is the interview room and your room."

I pointed out Mr Clarke's desk and then I pointed to the filing tray in Business Services, "You collect the filing from Business Services while I go and see if Mr Clark has anything for us."

I went to Johnny's desk, "How's Amanda getting on?"

"She knows how to file; I'll show her around the office."

"How are you getting on with her?"

I had to whisper, "She saw down the front of my dress, saw that I was naked under it...in the end I took my dress off and she took her knickers off."

"Did you have sex with her?"

No, don't be silly."

Johnny grinned at me, "Shame, I'd love to see that! When you get to Accounts, introduce her to Maxwell; give him a little wink as you do."

Johnny had his phone in his hand as I walked with Amanda to Maxwell's desk. Johnny phoned Maxwell and invited him to lunch.

"Why did that Maxwell blush like that when you spoke to him?"

"He's never seen a girl naked until he caught me in my office, I don't think he's ever had a girlfriend."

I explained the layout of the office as we walked around, Robert handed Amanda a flyer for the photography society.

Amanda put her mouth next to my ear, "Is this a con?"

"No, he's a good photographer..."

I turned to face Robert, "...do you still have that picture of me on your mobile phone?"

Robert took his phone out of his pocket and flashed my picture at Amanda, "Wow...double wow!"

Amanda had a grin on her face, "Who took that picture of you?"

"Robert was looking for somewhere unusual to photograph me and I found a torture chamber. I set up the camera and took my own photograph and sent it to Robert...he's going to photograph me there on Saturday."

"Wow, you really are brave."

We stood at the back door, "Up the yard on the left is the garage, the little green door on the right leads to the transport manager's office and behind that building is where we incinerate sensitive files that need destroying. Less sensitive stuff is just shredded and added into the recycling."

We walked past Johnny's desk, he stopped us, "Miss Porter, could you show Miss Copeland around the female toilets and changing rooms and showers please and then join me over the canteen for lunch, I'm having a meeting with Maxwell but I thought I'd treat the two of you to lunch as it's Amanda's first day with us."

Johnny and Maxwell both had folders on the dining table when Amanda and I walked into the canteen, Johnny said, "Oh good, the girls are here, a good time to end our meeting."

Johnny asked Amanda what she'd like for lunch, he didn't ask me, he got me a light salad as usual, I used to eat red meat and bread before Johnny took an interest in me, that's how I developed the huge breasts that Johnny loved so much but since, I'd been on a strict diet, not so much to lose weight, but to lose inches off of my stomach, Johnny really wanted my breasts to be bigger but my stomach to be smaller.

Johnny and Maxwell stood in line at the counter to collect their food, "Is Mr Clarke married do you know?"

"I think he's going with someone!"

"Serious or casual?"

"I think there is talk that he's engaged!"

"Pity, he's a hunk...what about Maxwell, are you interested in him?"

"No, but if you are, make an excuse to go back to work early and take Maxwell with you, you can explore him for half an hour before I come back."

We ate our lunch and after, while we were all making small talk Amanda checked her watch, "I need my handbag for my after lunch pill, I need to go back to the file room."

I looked at Maxwell and winked my eye, "Are you sure that you'll find your way back to the file room okay Amanda?"

"I'm sure that I'll find it."

I kicked Maxwell's leg under the table. "Oh, I'll show you the way Amanda."

Johnny and I had another thirty minutes of chat, "Did you really want to see me and Amanda having sex?"

"God yes, why, would you put on a show for me?"

"I was wondering if I could talk her into posing with me for Robert on Saturday, that's if she's interested."

At one o'clock I went back to the filing room, I unlocked the door, opened it and then had to step in quickly because Maxwell and Amanda were fucking like rabbits across my desk.

Massive panic set in because they were making so much noise that they didn't hear the lock working.

"Stop panicking, both of you. Have you finished off Maxwell?"

"Erm, well, no...not really!"

"Well then, ignore me and get on with it and don't make a meal out of it, just finish off as quickly as you can."

Amanda and Maxwell just got right back down to fucking again while I filed documents, I phoned Johnny as Maxwell splashed down in Amanda's cunt. "Maxwell is a little late back from lunch, I'm going to give him a folder to bring out to you so he can say that he was in reception with a difficult customer and you can back him up."

Maxwell kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for my quick thinking before taking an empty folder to Johnny for an imaginary signature.

During the afternoon I mentioned to Amanda that Robert would love to photograph two women together, Amanda laughed, "You want me to put on a lezzer act with you for Robert to photograph?"

I smiled and nodded my head, "If you don't mind an audience that is."

"Audience?"

"Well, Robert and Mr Clarke, he owns the dungeon and if you're going to go out with Maxwell full time, you ought to invite him along too!"

On Saturday Robert turned up with an eighteen hundreds female prison officer's uniform in my size and a female prisoner's uniform in Amanda's size. Amanda and I posed in Johnny's dungeon while Robert took several dozen pictures, then I put Amanda in the stocks and as Robert filmed I rolled the back of Amanda's dress right up to the back of her head. Robert filmed as I kissed and rubbed all around her bum and then began kissing and licking deep between her legs, including a super close up of me licking her cunt out as Johnny and Maxwell stood at the back of the room talking about what we were doing.

I pulled the front of my blouse open and pushed my tits into Amanda's face, she bit me hard, my nipple trapped between her teeth and again in super close up as I pulled away from her and my nipple stretched out before it slipped from between her teeth. I got a cane and pretended to whip her across her buttocks. Robert usually produced two copies of his pictures, one for the model and one for himself, this time he was going to have to make three copies.

It was difficult to contain my excitement as we approached my seventeenth birthday; I was often naked on Clapham Common in the evenings and at the weekends. At work I often gave out birthday kisses and blow-jobs to my workmates or to Johnny's friends from the pub. Inadvertently Johnny had picked the perfect week for our wedding, the Thursday before our wedding day I started my period, I had to wear knickers so I could use a pantiliner, Johnny wasn't happy, he was worried that I'd have to wear knickers under my wedding dress. On the Saturday before our wedding Johnny gave me a stomach massage to help with the cramp pains, I assured Johnny that I was as regular as clockwork and after my painful third day the fourth day would be just a few drops and it would all be over by mid afternoon on the Sunday.

On the day of my birthday and my wedding I spent the last night as a single woman at my bedsit in Steve Biko House. Gary picked me up to take me to the registry office for my fifteen minute wedding service. We all went back to Johnny's house, me, Johnny and his five best friends. As usual I was wearing just one item of clothing, an Ivory coloured shift dress with nothing on under it.

Everyone was sitting around in Johnny's living room when Johnny carried me over his threshold. I stood in front of Johnny's friends and I took my dress off. Everyone watched as Johnny fucked me for the first time in my cunt and everyone saw the evidence of my deflowering.

I took a quick bath with Johnny and as he soaped my body he said, "Are we going to do things the same way with your pussy as we did with your throat and arse?"

I didn't hesitate, "Yes, everyone doing me one after the other as quickly as they can so that I can get used to it."

I dried myself and took up position on my back on our double bed and every one came up in ones and twos to fuck me in my pussy, everyone went through me at least twice and Johnny three times before I finally fell asleep.

Our honeymoon was in a caravan on Camber Sands in East Sussex. Johnny and I fucked all night long in the caravan or out on the beach and during the day we'd walk into the dunes behind the beach and I'd walk around naked all day in the dunes, men were always out in the dunes looking for opportunistic sex. After two weeks of that we were back at work as if nothing had happened. Johnny sent me up to see Ken Goodman on my first morning back at work and I let Ken fuck me in my pussy. I got the feeling that Ken would like to make fucking me a weekly occurrence.

We went to Johnny's favourite pub on our first Friday back home. Johnny stopped at the doorway, he pointed to a man standing at the bar and he whispered, "That's my dad, I know that it's his fiftieth birthday today but I didn't expect him to be here waiting for me. I'm going to run round the late shop to buy him a birthday present and a card, I'm going to phone the guys, tell them not to let on that you're my wife! If he tells you that it's his birthday buy him a drink, get yourself a pint but I'll get my own when I come back

"Is he likely to tell me that it's his birthday?"

"Oh God yes, he'll try and pick you up if he isn't too pissed already."

'Fifty today and Johnny isn't thirty five yet, that means that his dad had him when he was fifteen or sixteen!' went through my mind as I walked to the bar. The barman was on the phone, he was listening to something and he suddenly said, Hi Johnny mate, I thought that you were never going to answer, hey mate, your dad's here, he heard that you sometimes come in, I'll tell him!"

The barman walked over to Johnny's father, "I've managed to get in touch with your lad Frank, he's on his way!" Frank whispered something to the barman. The barman leaned in closer, conspiratorially, and even though the barman was whispering I made out "Victoria I think!"

I was waiting to get served, "Pint of cider please."

The barman went off to get the drinks and Frank moved a little closer to me, "The barman tells me that your name is Victoria!"

I looked him in the eye and nodded, "Yes, Victoria or Vicky, please yourself, so how old are you then Frank?"

"I'm forty today darling!"

I raised my eyebrows, "Forty, really, I thought you looked a little older, barman, can you get Frank whatever he's having."

"You here to meet anyone darling?"

Frank ordered a pint of strong, the highest alcohol content cider on tap. I smiled at him, should I say that I was waiting for someone or not, Johnny had told me not to buy him a drink, probably so his father would try to pick me up. "No Frank; just popped in on my way home after work."

"Local?"

"Steve Biko House, just up the road."

Frank accepted his drink from the barman, "Is Steve Biko House the one with all the rabbit hutches for single people?"

"I guess so, I think there are some flats on the ground floor but I live in a tiny bedsit half way up."

"Half way up, that's no good to anyone, it should be all the way up at least once!"

Frank gave me a cheeky grin as he made his double meaning. "Come over to the booths darling!"

I let Frank take my drink to a table at the back of the room as I paid for our drinks. I sat beside him and we got down to small talk, Frank's hand was soon on my knee and onward slowly up my thigh under my dress.

I saw Johnny walk in and Frank excused himself and jumped out of his seat. He ran to Johnny's side, there was a quick chat and Johnny walked over to the bar to buy his drink as Frank carried his wrapped present and card over to our table. "Who's that?"

"Just a friend, he comes in here quite a bit I think."

"I only usually come in after work on a Friday, I think I've seen him a few times, he's usually with a bunch of footballer types."

"I need a toilet break again; can you call a screw for me?"

"We don't need a warder; I can escort you to the bathroom."

He unlocked the interview room door and then gripped my upper arm; he didn't stand outside the toilet door like the screw had done twice before so that I could get myself off with my fingers. I walked in and he was right behind me. The doors in prison toilets were only two feet high and they were fitted two feet off the floor. I could see that he was watching me through my peripheral vision as I closed the stall door.

I'd only been sentenced to thirty days in prison but I still had to wear prison issue clothes instead of my own, because my tits were so big and I was so short I'd been given a shapeless lightweight dress, it looked like an American MuMu dress and as it had been so long since I even owned a bra or knickers it felt uncomfortable to wear prison issue so I was dressed just like I had been since I first met Johnny, I could have just lifted the back of my dress and sat on the toilet but as he was trying to get a peek at me using the toilet, I decided to take my dress off all together.

His eyes almost bugged right out of his head when he saw my massive naked breasts. He came in closer and looked at me over the door. I pulled it open and looked at the front of his trousers, "You want a hand with that?"

"What's on offer?"

"Hand relief, oral sex, anal sex, full service...your choice!"

He stepped into the stall with me; I pulled his zipper down, eased his cock out of his trousers and sucked his cock for him until completion.

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