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335 a matter of coastal cuckolding 2Pt2A few days passed, life returned to what passed as normal in the little flat, strangely Tim found that any mid age fit male who he knew had even spoken briefly to his lady, and were local, he regarded with not suspicion, that’s not the right word, but perhaps curiosity was more apt.His mind wondering if this was the anonymous chappy who was her chosen bull, the man who she had said that she was going to allow to secure her and use her in any fashion that he felt was appropriate. He also knew that he found that oh such a turn on that he was oh so looking forward to the next occasion with a strange sort of eagerness. Flo however in her wisdom had said that if they did it too often it would lose its pizzazz, and that would never do.In reality old scrooge and herself had agreed once a fortnight and she could, in his words “work off two weeks rent on her back each time” her chosen bull having such a lovely turn of phrase! … Tim knew that was right but still like a c***d waiting for Santa, he could not wait! So, two weeks slowly passed, plenty of telly and fruitless applications for jobs, and plenty of vanilla sex, during which she recounted that first encounter for him and it was almost as if he had been in the room, for him it was oh so vivid! For some reason he could not fathom the thought of another man twix his woman`s spread legs beyond his wildest dreams.Anyway, it came to the Thursday, he and she knowing tomorrow she was going to be shared once more, and perhaps punished too if the bull was in the mood and she was looking forward to that immensely especially knowing how turned on Tim was.They had watched the telly most of the evening, when Flo suddenly rose and slid down her knickers, saying that “tomorrow was Richards night once more,” and that “I have decided when home I hope, I will be able to show you evidence of my spanking before I screw you!” And this time she said she would not be releasing him till she illegal bahis was sated, did he understand? His nod said it all, eyes bright, he watched as she showed him her backside, and said that she had decided that before he was secured tomorrow, he must use a felt tip and write Richard a personal message on here, thanking him and welcoming him to use it as he will and sign it. Laughing Tim agreed, called her a kinky bitch and switching out the telly, threw her onto the bed and took her still clothed. He was up with the dawn, a wet miserable day, he was off to the dole to sign on, walking rather than using the bus to save those few precious pennies, saving the fare for christmas without her knowledge, as he knew it would be a hard time. Knowing he was not to be late, he set off early not bothering to wake Flo who had few reasons for an early start nowadays, his reporting time being nine and the plod up to the dole office taking a good half hour. He returned at 11, wet to the bone, collecting the mail as he entered, leaving Mary`s addressed to Miss Mary Petronovitch, against her door and musing about her name, idly he read the address on scrooges single letter, Mr E. R, Thomas, his mind trying names beginning with E, Eric, Edward, Edwin, he shrugged, little knowing how close he was, he reached the landlords o door left the letter on the shelf outside and plodded up the last stairs to his own flat, where on the table was a note saying she had gone shopping back soon! He stripped off, put his clothes on the radiator, and brewed tea, sitting over the restorative drink opening the one letter, from his mother in Eastbourne still living with that prat of a policeman, his supposed step dad! The weekly missive read he sat contemplating Flo`s strange need for chastisement, and his apparent compulsion to have her used, wondering why, and the identity of her lover, the mysterious Richard, who ever could he be! He had thought originally Fred or Franny, her brothers, illegal bahis siteleri knowing how shy she was about strangers, but he knew both were with women, and would not have wanted to compromise their own situations, and anyway they would need a small flat somewhere… his thoughts were interrupted by her arrival bearing shopping, and also dripping wet. He poured tea, saying that there were few jobs on the board again and none for his high qualifications!Which had her smiling, knowing that apart from his driving licence, he had failed his 11 plus and was only trained in vending ice creams! The day wore on, each knowing there was an elephant in the room, each waiting expectantly for that old clock to strike the hour for her to go off to “Richard,” He did as he had the first time, bathed her dressed her minus her knickers, added a touch of perfume, then with a felt tip as she lay on their bed he wrote on the left cheek ’strike here’ and on the other side ‘feel free to use as long as nothing is permanent’, and signed it, her owner …TimWithout even attempting to read what he had put she had him replace her on the bed, then attaching him as before, but this time with a two pairs of their own handcuffs newly bought from the local hen-night suppliers, pink soft and fluffy lined cuffs.She then removed his trousers and undies, laughed at the stiffness of his tool. She turned the clock so he could not see its face, replaced her own underclothing, straightened the blue dress once more, blew him a kiss and off she went. It was just coming 7pm! More organised this week, she had turned clock and placing the radio, just out of his reach and turned up a little, he supposed to drown the sounds of her descending the stairs, (and it must be said, he imagined the clatter of the front door, (it was actually to cover the subterfuge of the departure and re-entry, covering the fact that in reality she only was going as far as Scrooge`s flat.)He lay restlessly canlı bahis siteleri waiting, the radio tuned to his favourite channel [4 extra] and began with some humour dating from the 1960`s then an episode of Sherlock Holmes followed by yet another piece of humour, however he was so preoccupied that he couldn’t concentrate, he knew she would be with him, Richard, and by now she would be getting some punishment, he was desperate to fondle himself, his mind imagining all sorts of different scenario`s… the radio announced 9pm, then 10, before he heard her key in the lock.Her dress once more the only item of clothing she wore, her hair ruffled, she looked a mess, but it was her face that was streaked with mascara where her tears had run, her lippy marked, but her eyes glittering with excitement.She came and sat on his bed, sliding her warm hand to his over-stiffened penis. To him it was extasy and he soon came spitting cum up her arm, she smiled a slow smile,Then time slowed as she stood, turned so he could see her tits, removed the dress and waited, so he could read the message in block capitals on the left above the nipple, it said, ‘thank you’ and on the right signed Richard it said, ‘just 20 strokes this time!’ She stood and slowly turned. the tender pink seat he had enjoyed writing on earlier, her backside, was now, a pattern of red welts in a cobweb of lines across the black writing! She had been caned, hard. His jaw fell, eyes on her face incapable of comment. She looked at him over her, shoulder, saying “is it bad, it felt painful, but god help me I loved it!” she smiled a little, then said “do you still want me? I`m a pain whore, I must be” She looked a little crestfallen, but he reassured her, saying, “if my wrists were loose, I would hug you, but as it is please, Please, PLEASE just kiss me, put me out of my misery, I love you, you silly bitch come and fuck me.She did kiss him, slipping herself onto his re-stiffened prick, his whole being concentrated onto his tongue and his penis his only points of contact. The orgasm when it came was beyond anything they had so far enjoyed, bells, whistles, thunder, lightning, panting eye rolling and fantastic.They knew things could only get better…

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