Perverts 'R' Us

Food For Thought

By Jon Brown ( scat, tv )

"Ooh just look at me, will you?" The man begged attention as he stroked his hands appreciatively over the sheer black stockings that covered his fat hairy legs. He had meant to shave them first. No matter for now. There would be a next time. At least he had taken the first liberating step. Oh, if only his colleagues could see him now. They would be so disgusted and embarrassed. Though really, they would just be hiding their jealousy. Of this he felt sure.

"Sir, they look lovely on you." Sue lied professionally as she foraged through the cupboard in search of the nipple clamps. In fact she had not even looked since the man had dropped his trousers and scampered off into the cubicle wearing only his jockeys.

"Oh, haven't you found them yet, my dear?" he hurried her again as he thrust his hand down inside the silk panties and pulled his flaccid penis back under his testicles. "Look at my juicy fanny, dear." he said as he stood up proudly and pulled the flimsy material tight over his flabby hips.

"Yes, in a minute, sir." she did well not to sound anything like as pissed off as she really felt. She was ready for home. As soon as this sick pervert was dealt with, she could scrub up and get ready to drink the night clubs dry.

"Aha found them." she faked excitement as she grimaced at the two shiny clamps which dangled from a chain.

"Then bring them to me my dear, quickly." he joyed as he squeezed one flat foot into a black high heeled sandal.

Sue stifled a yawn as she carried them over towards the quivering mountain of male flesh tied up with silk. The ripe smell of body odor was enough to stop her at a good arm's length.

"Here they are sir. Ready for you."

The man forced a smile as he strained his ankle into the back strap. "Good. Good." He clapped as he jumped up and nearly fell forward on top of her.

Sue felt herself cringe as he grabbed hold of her thin arms and steadied himself once more.

"Sir, are you all right?" she was genuinely concerned this time by the look of pain on his pasty face.

"Yes dear, I think so." he huffed. "Are you ready to lead me to dinner then, dear?" he asked the question, which was all part of the game.

"As you wish, sir." she managed a thin smile and tried not to wince as he fixed the clamps to his exposed nipples.

"Then lead the way, my dear." he invited her as he threaded the chain through both hoops and then handed the end to her.

Sue took the chain. "Tell me if I'm pulling too hard, won't you sir?" she warned him as she slowly gathered the slack.

"Yes, I might just do that, my dear."

His first steps were unsteady and she found herself having to look down away from his contorted face as he sucked in through his teeth.

"Harder. Pull harder." he ordered her with a defiant backward tug.

The young woman did as she was told, sickened by his sigh of ecstasy. At least the room was sound-proof.

"Oh yes, better, much better." he complimented as his eyes rolled and then fixed on the table behind her. "I'm so h-hungry." he growled with a lick of his lips.

"Nearly there, sir." she thanked her tidy tits, though the worst had yet still to come.

The legs of the chair groaned in protest under the weight of his obese body. Stood now on the opposite side of the table, the young woman found herself pulling harder on the chain for fear the seat might give way under him.

"M-may I e-eat now?" he asked like a schoolboy after prayers.

"Yes, eat sir." she tugged with each word.

The man lifted the cover from over the plate, and viewed the main course beneath with pure delight.

The young woman turned away as he forked a strand of the green pepper, and then a mushroom, finally slicing a disc of the fried feces.

"Mm, your pooh-pooh tastes delicious, mummy dear." he spoke with his mouth full. "It is yours, is it not?"

"Yes sir," she lied. For in fact, Wendy had scooped it up from the alley way at the side of the building just yesterday afternoon, a much-used shortcut which led to the back of the Cantonese restaurant - a secluded place for those in need of a knee-trembler on their way home from the night clubs, and of course a paradise kitchen for every stray dog who roamed the city at night.