Just Another Job

By Alistair Acorn

“I don’t care what you have to do get that letter and any other useful documents from that bastard.” These were the words Duncan’s father said to Walter. Walter was from Uganda, when Duncan’s father went on a safari holiday a few years ago and Walter returned with him, now Walter was one of my father’s enforcers. I was a member of Walter’s team of four. There was Loo, who was a Cambodian and Henry a large Geordie and Duncan.

According to Big John McGregor, Duncan was to be treated as any other member of the organization, even though he was his son. He was being taught the ropes from the ground up in the import and export trade and any other dirty work that could be picked up. In other words the lot of them were crooks and nasty ones at that.

The letter BJ was referring to was a letter held by a judge on behalf of a friend of his and BJ wanted it. BJ knew he had it for one of the judge’s friend who BJ had in his pocket passed the message on to him.

Walter was huge, standing over six feet four and large boned. Georgie was almost as big, but no brains, someone had to be with him all the time to tell him what to do. Loo was only about five seven or eight and wiry, he could lay a man out with one swift kick or a jab of his hand. Duncan was over six feet and on his own looked a well-built young man of twenty-two, but standing alongside Walter and Geordie, looked skinny.

They knew the judge had the letter in a new Chubb safe in his house and had been specially made for him and the only way it was going to be opened was by the judge himself. They knew when he arrived home and the alarm security was going to be temporarily cut off from the central control for ten minutes after his arrival. In that ten minutes they had to gain entry, which was going to be easy, for they had a set of keys for the whole house, again supplied by one of BJ’s contacts.

The four of them sat in the Nissan Patrol just outside the judge’s house and the judge arrived home right on time. He was in his early forties and didn’t look at all fit, for he now had the start of a paunch. The Bentley car he drove just glided into his driveway with just a whisper. The garage doors swung up and he drove straight in. In the few seconds the doors were to close the four men dashed in and under the descending door. As they were running they pulled on dark silk stockings which distorted their features.

“What do you want?” Was all he could say as he stood with his umbrella and briefcase in his hand, surprised by the speed the four men got into his garage.

“We won’t keep you long judge, all we want is the letter given to you by George Tomwell, nothing else” Walter asked.

“There is no way in this world that I will hand over that letter or any other document, so get off my property, for I’m calling the police,” he snapped, taking a mobile phone from his pocket. Walter hit him on the left cheek and the briefcase and umbrella went skidding across the garage floor as well as the judge bouncing off the front wing of his car.

“Pick him up and bring him inside,” Walter barked at the other three as he walked into the house through the access door from the garage to the main house. Geordie just grabbed the judge by the back of his jacket and lifted him off the ground as if he was a kitten.

Duncan took up the rear as all four of them entered the house. Loo stopped at the security panel, pressed some buttons and smiled. “Now all the doors and windows are locked, the only way anyone can get out is to smash the windows.” That was another of Loo’s expertise; he was the computer expert of the group.

Inside the house and sitting at the table were two women and an early teen girl still in school uniform. There was also a housekeeper or at least a servant serving at the table. Now they were frozen in shock as the judge was thrown on to the floor, in front of all of them.

“Is he dead, have you killed my husband,” the woman whose face was thick with make up on sad raising her hand to her mouth.

“He will be if he doesn’t give us what we want. Now all of you get into the sitting room. Lock the maid in her room, she has nothing to do with this,” he said first t o the people sitting at the table and looking at Loo to lock up the maid.

A dining chair was dragged into the lounge and the judge was strapped to it, with plastic ties, his legs to the legs of the chair and his arms to the main supports to the back of the chair and leg. Walter had used two ties for each attachment, so there was no hope of even pulling his arms and legs free. Walter had a lot of experience in Uganda, using this method for interrogation.

The judge was now sitting facing his family and fully aware of what was going on. Geordie Loo and Duncan stood behind the seated females. The scene looked like a group is being lectured to, the only difference the tied up judge at the front.

“One more time Judge, give me the letter, or I will have to start a more unpleasant means of getting it.” Walter said looking at the women seated. There was no doubt what he intended, by the sneer on his black face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” the judge shot back in a voice he may use in the court, but now was riling up the four men.

Walter just leant forward and pulled the old woman by the hair on her head in front of the judge. “Who is this?”

“Please that’s my mother-in-law, please don’t hurt her.”

“Well it is all up to you.”

“Oh please darling give them what they want, they are hurting mother.”

“I can’t it would be a breach of trust, no I won’t give in to their threats.”

“Strip this old hag,” Walter said looking at Geordie and Duncan. Just at that moment there was a bark, the sound of a large dog. Duncan recognised the bark, for he had a dog which barks just like that.

“Is that a Malamute?” He asked the wife of the judge.

“Yes, but please don’t let him in, he stays outside.”

“Why have a good gentle dog like that and keep him outside?”

“Bruce isn’t kept out all the time, it’s he embarrasses women at certain times of the month.”

Duncan knew exactly what she meant. “Can I let the dog in?” He asked looking at Walter.

“Do that, but better take our friend along too in case you need to lift the security.”

Loo and Duncan went back down the passage and loo lifted the security on the back door. Duncan opened the back door and in bounded the biggest Malamute he had ever seen. When he knelt down to pet him his head was level with his. The hardest part was stopping the dog licking him. He followed Duncan into the room and for a minute he then started sniffing and then walked over to the woman and tried to push his nose up her dress. Duncan knew then the woman was having her periods, for some dogs acted this way. Duncan dragged the dog back and shut him in the kitchen while he helped Geordie remove the clothes off of the old woman.

The woman was crying, not from pain, but humiliation as the last vestige of her clothing was removed and she knelt on the carpet on the trying to hide her pendulous breasts.

“Now get your son-in laws cock out and get him hard,” Walter said dragging her so she was between the judges legs.

“Why humiliate her, what has she done to you,” the judge said.

“You can stop her humiliation any time you like, just open the safe and everything will end.”

“Please Peter, do as he says,” pleaded the old woman. All Peter the judge did was look up at the corner of the ceiling.

“Come on you know what you have to do,” Walter shouted in her ear.

Slowly she drew down Peter’s zip and plunged her hand in and drew out a shrivelled up penis that didn’t even fill her fist.

“Christ call that a cock, but you had better get hard soon, or we will try something else. Come on woman, you are old enough to know what to do.” Walter said pushing her head down on to the limp excuse for a cock.

The old woman’s hand was squeezing but with little success. Walter pushed her head down so her mouth was over the penis. “Now get that worm into your mouth and get him hard.” The old woman just sucked and in went the limp excuse for a man’s pride and joy, but it worked and as the men watched he started getting hard. It appeared the woman was enjoying herself, for now her hand was moving up and down the shaft as her head bobbed.

“Enough of that granny, you just use your hand and keep him hard. You!” He pointed to the girl, who cringed as Walter spoke. ”Get over here.” The girl rose and walked over. “Are you a virgin?” He asked.

“Yes,” she replied in a soft voice.

“Well not for long sweetheart. Sit this girl on her fathers lap.”

The girl was as light as a feather and was easy to lift as Duncan placed her splay legged on her fathers lap.

“Right hag, put that cock into the girl’s pussy.”

“But she’s wearing panties and please don’t be so cruel.”

“Well take them off and do as I say or I’ll get you to do a blow job on all of us.”

Within seconds the girl’s panties were off and she was once again sitting on her fathers lap. When she had guided the tip of her fathers cock to her pink indentation, Walter pushed down hard on the girl’s shoulders. The girl let out a cry, but no longer could you see the man’s cock, it was buried in his daughter’s pussy.

“Use your mobile and take a photo of that. I once heard you say there was no excuse in this world why a man should penetrate a young woman. You have just done it Judge and we have proof too. Now what about opening the safe?”

“Go to hell, you pervert,” the judge spat out with venom in his voice.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Tie the wife over the end of that longue with her arse in the air.”

The wife was the only one who put up much of a struggle, but Loo just touched a nerve on her neck and she passed out. Once she was tied to Walter’s approval, he took out his knife and slashed through the gusset of her panties and pulled the string that was attached to her tampon pulling the whole thing out. She must have just inserted it, for there was hardly a trace of blood on it. The hem of her long dress was now up to her shoulders and all one could see was her large bare bottom sticking up in the air.

“Get the dog,” Walter commanded.

Once allowed in the room it went straight to the woman and started licking her pussy.

“Nice is it honey, I bet when you are alone with Bruce, you and him have a gay old-time, is that right Peter?” Walter asked the judge.

“This has gone far enough, stop humiliating my family.”

“Open the safe and it ends.”

Again he stared up at the ceiling as his daughter sat with his cock in her once virgin pussy.

Bruce though was getting eager and his large cock was now hanging out. He kept sniffing and licking and then up he got on his hind legs with his paws wrapped around the woman’s waist and his cock disappeared into the woman.

“Please he is hurting me, stop him, oh Peter, you selfish bastard, you are to blame for all this. You sit there fucking your daughter and acting as though nothing is wrong,” she shouted at him from her tied down position and Bruce’s hips were working like a piston. Bruce dismounted, but he hadn’t shot his bolt. Sniffing again after a quick walk round he was once more back on humping away as though he had found his bitch at last, maybe he had at that, for Bruce was a big built dog.

No-one noticed at first nut the old woman now had her hand between her legs and was quietly fingering herself. Was it the thought of Peter’s cock in her grand-daughter or the dogs in her daughter that caused it.

“What is it Gran, getting horny, want to feel real cock?” Walter asked.

The look she gave him confirmed her need. “Get on you’re hands and knees then and I’ll let you feel real cock.”

The old woman was up from the sitting position and on her hands and knees in a flash. Walter undid the front of his trousers and out came his large black cock, which appeared about a foot long, but seemed proportional to his large frame.

Kneeling behind her and for a big usually rough man gently inserted the head between her rubbery lips. The contrast between her white skin and his almost black cock made the task almost look impossible. As he pushed in she let out a long sigh and she pushed back and within seconds she was pinioned to him. Back and forth they moved, a coating of her lubricant coated his cock which shone in the light and then disappeared back in, like it was being devoured.

“Get in front of her and get a blow job,” he said to Duncan.

“If you have any false teeth take them out I don’t want you to bite my friend,” he said to the old woman who obeyed him, just throwing her teeth on the floor.

Duncan got his large, but not as large as Walters cock out and just placed the tip to her lips and as she came forward it entered her mouth. She pursed her lips and rolled her tongue as she was being fucked from both ends at once. Duncan didn’t stay long, for he wasn’t that keen on blow jobs, but Geordie jumped into his place. Now the two large men were both thrusting deep and the old woman never even coughed as Geordies cock disappeared down her throat.

Bruce now was reaching a climax and his speed was increasing and it looked as though the woman was actually enjoying it, for she had a smile on her face as Bruce finished his fuck.

“Please mister, can I go to the bathroom?” The little girl asked Duncan.

“Take her, I’m too busy here.” Walter said over his shoulder.

Taking her hand Duncan led her to the bathroom, but stayed inside as she sat on the toilet and peed. When she had finished she wiped herself and stood in front of Duncan and slid down his zip. Her hand was soft and warm as she grasped his slowly rising erection.

“I would like you to fuck me like that man’s fucking Grandma. I saw you had a big cock and I would love to feel it.”

“But you have just had your skin broken, you must be sore.”

“That was broken a long-time ago and by my dad. I never wanted to do it with him, but I do with you.”

“I have no condom.” Duncan countered.

The girl let go of his cock and opened a cupboard and pulled out a red rubber tube with a bulb in the centre. “I’ll use this, which will wash away any trace. If my father does call the police then there is no evidence, mum uses it after her male friends leave.”

“So your mother is being screwed by other men and your father doesn’t know.”

“Oh he knows that is why he is allowing you lot to humiliate my mother and Grandma.”

The girl then got down on the bath mat and Duncan slipped his now erect cock into the tightest pussy he had ever been in. The girl was like her grandmother she pushed her small bottom back and his ten inch cock sunk all the way in. There was a rippling feeling something like a twitching running up and down the length of his cock as the girl made all the movements herself. Her lubrication was surprising and before long Duncan was sliding in and out of a well-oiled pussy. The feel of the girls flesh kept him hard, but it couldn’t last for ever before he flooded her tight, tight pussy.

“Oh that was the best thing I’ve ever felt, now let me quickly wash myself out.”

Moving forward Duncan slipped out of that warm nest and watched as the girl put some water and some other liquid in the bowl, pushed the tube inside her and squeezed the bulb. Water poured out of her lovely pink bald pussy as she smiled at Duncan.

“See, almost no trace,” then when she had finished she took a large wet soapy sponge and sponged herself, “Now there is none.” She said.

“Who told you this?”

“My mum she’s a forensic doctor. If it’s the combination of the safe you want its under his writing desk pad. The key is at the back of the top drawer. Now can we do this again sometime, I also have a friend who would love to get what I’ve just had.”

“Give me your mobile number and I’ll tell you when and where.”

She rattled off the number, then kissed him, “I think I love you, in fact I know I do. Now let us go back into the lounge.”

Duncan had found a piece of prison bait which would be worth keeping on his side.

Duncan whispered what he had been told in Walter’s ear; Walter smiled and walked over to the judge. “I have a surprise for you; I bet you will like it.”

Duncan untied the woman’s bonds and whispered in her ear. “Go and douche yourself out, I’m sorry this has happened to you.”

“Walter I’ll take the woman to the bathroom,” to which he nodded.

Once in the door the woman turned to him, “Thank you, but how did you know about the douche; my daughter told you, she is a right blabbermouth.”

“She also told me about your male friends and your husband knows about them that is why he let you be humiliated.”

“The bastard,” as Duncan sat on the mushroom the woman went behind the bath curtain with the bowl and douche. She filled the bowl up here times, before she was satisfied, she was clean of Bruce’s sperm.

“For my daughter to tell you all she did, she must like you, and what else did she tell you?”

“Where the combination is and the key of the safe. Also that your husband has been shafting her for some time now.”

“The hypocrite and he has the audacity to sit in judgement on similar cases,” she said with tears running down her face creating her mascara to run.

We returned to the lounge and now Peter was tied where the woman was and again Bruce was sniffing at his arse. Bruce must be a randy dog for he mounted Peter who let out a scream as Bruce’s cock burst through his rectal ring.

Walter waved to me and with the little girl we went into the judge’s study. The key and combination was where the girl said they were and the safe opened first time. What was a shock was the large bag of high denomination notes, which Duncan handed to the woman. There was a drawer file system filled with folders. Walter took the whole lot in a plastic shopping bag which was in the desk drawer. There was also a browning 9mm which was stuck in his belt, when the four men left the room the safe was empty.

The old woman was in the bathroom as they prepared to leave.

“I forgot to tell you my name, its Mary and hope you will phone me.” The little girl said to Duncan.

Big John McGregor was delighted when he was handed the plastic bag. Another completed job with a good result.