"THE LUBE, MR BAXTER," yelped Annie in alarm, "USE MORE LUBE!!"
The young woman grabbed the white pillow at each end, scrunched it up, and buried her grimacing face into it as she felt the man wriggling around above and behind her searching for the plastic bottle of green goo.
Good grief. This is ridiculous. That thing was never going to fit inside her bum no matter how hard they both tried to force it in. Her client's equipment certainly gave "taking a fat cock up the old poopsie" a whole new meaning. Annie winced as she felt his stubby erection flop out from her widely stretched outer ring with an audible "POP" that made her gasp and giggle in equal measure. He had managed to penetrate her only an inch at most as her rubbery sphincter held firm.
She twisted her head and looked over her shoulder as the rather rotund gentleman staggered around the motel room looking like a drunken marshmallow.
"Mr. Baxter," she sighed, "It's over THERE."
She pointed to the wash basin hanging lopsided from the far wall under a stained mirror that could probably tell a tale or two. The room was as basic as they came with very little in the way of creature comforts. No wonder it was cheap.
Turning over on the bed, she gave a surprised squeak as she eased her sore backside back down onto the mattress. God. Her poor bottom throbbed painfully in more ways than one. First, because of her well strapped and spanked cheeks and, second, because of their frustrating attempts to bugger her bumhole.
Mr. Baxter returned looking slightly frazzled as he stood next to the bed giving the bottle of lube another shake. The man was in his early fifties and had obviously "made merry with the pies and sherry" over the years. He was wheezing like an old steam train as he stood there in his black socks and nothing else. "Sorry," he muttered as he ran his hand through his thinning gray hair, "Are you alright?" he asked concerned.
He grabbed his stiff pecker and gave it a shake, "This thing has always been a pain in the arse. No pun intended. My late wife used to slap me silly whenever I tried it on with her. "God gave me one hole and one hole only for that sort of thing!" she always used to tell me. You should have seen her face on our wedding night when I dropped my underpants and showed it to her for the first time. I'm still surprised she didn't run to her mothers screaming blue bloody murder," he sighed, looking crestfallen at the memory.
Annie smiled and tried not to laugh. She felt kind of sorry for him as he was a decent bloke by all accounts. She scooted to the bottom of the bed and took his six-inch penis from him. "Listen, Stanley," she said, looking up at him as he stood before her twiddling his thumbs, "I don't mind getting shagged up my arsehole, okay?"
She waggled his member back and forth with her fingers nowhere near encompassing his comical girth, "But this thing. This thing is as fat as it is long. It's like trying to push a can of Tizer up my bum. I think I can take it but you just need to be careful and take your time. And use MORE LUBE for Christ sake!!"
Everything starts somewhere.
Autumn was on her way out with the dull gloom of a late afternoon downpour soaking the great metropolis of London as nineteen-year-old Annie Jones made her way home from the local college where she was studying for her secretarial diploma. The rain began to fall harder as she skipped between people and puddles as she pulled her coat tighter around her. Her long brown hair was soaked and stuck to her head as she reached up to wipe the water from her face. A face with wide blue eyes, firm nose, and rosebud lips. A pixie face as her mother often told her. Naughty but nice.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" she muttered to herself as she saw her bus pulling into her stop. "Don't you dare leave without me!!" she cursed as she started to run. But there was enough time. She skidded to a halt and stood gasping behind the line of passengers waiting to get on. She gave herself a quick shake and did a little dance on the spot as the conductor helped her onto the bus.
"Hurry up, Luv!" the older woman urged, "Get yourself upstairs. More room up there. I'll be up in a tick to give you your ticket. Eeeh, what a horrible day."
Annie blew her nose as she climbed the stairs to the upper deck and made her way to the back seats where she dropped her wet bag and flopped down exhausted before trying to brush the water off her coat. The first thing she was going to do when she got home was to have a hot bath to ease her aches. She used her hand to wipe the condensation from the window next to her and watched as the rain swept streets of London faded away into the gloom as the bus pulled out from the stop.
She sat back and let her mind wander as the motion of the bus helped ease the stress of the day. She was about to close her eyes when something caught her attention on the seat in front of her.
It was a newspaper. Well, at least it looked like a newspaper. Annie sat up and frowned. Except it wasn't the sort of newspaper you'd buy in your local newsagent or store.
Annie glanced towards the front of the bus. There were only two other passengers sat on the upper deck with her and they were both in their own little worlds. She inched further forward and reached over the back of the seat and gingerly picked the newspaper up. She quickly resumed her seat and huddled down so no one could see what she was doing.
In that moment, her world changed.
The life that she lived and thought she knew would soon become something much more vital and alive. Annie gasped as she looked at the front page where a rather bosomy lady sat naked with two huge stars covering and censoring her splendid bust and imagined nipples. "More of Titanic Tessa and her Tremendous Tits INSIDE: page 3" said the headline.
Annie Jones had just discovered the latest issue of Adult Monthly News.
"So how did you find out about the Spanking Agency?" asked Molly as she sat behind her desk interviewing the young woman before her, "Can I call you Annie?"
Annie nodded. "Well, it's kind of like this, "she began as she retold the story of how she found that newspaper on her way home from College, "And I sort of smuggled it upstairs to my bedroom where I could read it in peace. Don't get me wrong, my mom and dad are great but they're your typical suburban mom and dad. There are rules. And rules about rules." she laughed. That was true enough. They gave her enough rope to swing but not enough to hang herself. In by ten meant in by ten. Her love life was ruled by the clock.
That love life had revolved around a couple of sort of serious boyfriends and the odd brief fling from College. The first, Simon, had been her first proper boyfriend and had, after the initial excitement, turned into a disappointing affair. They had both been reluctant virgins and the taking of either prize had been a nervous and tense coupling one Friday evening in her bedroom when her parents had gone to visit an elderly Aunt. The feel and sensation of an impatient condomed cock in her pussy hadn't exactly been the earth shattering event she thought it would be. Further fucking and sucking improved their technique but she had always felt that something was missing. Their three-month relationship inevitably faded away and died on the vine as they both realized it wasn't meant to be.
Her second boyfriend was a more intense experience for one particular reason. He was a long-haired rocker called Dougie who always wore a leather biker jacket and chewed a toothpick to make himself look sophisticated. He was the kind of guy who talked a good game but rarely delivered on the promise. Sex with him had been a sweaty fumbling thirty-second thrill ride without the thrill. She was amazed they had lasted two months. But there was one thing he was into that switched on the light in her head. He wanted to do her up her bottom.
"You what?" she had spluttered wide eyed as they sat naked on his single bed. They were in his rented first-floor bedsit with its faded wallpaper and black and white tv in the corner. God knows what his landlady thought below them when the brass bed began to squeak like a demented mouse as they fucked themselves this way and that.
Dougie took a long drag of his rolled ciggie before dropping it back into the ashtray which was on a table next to the bed. "Up the crapper, sweetheart," he drawled, "Ain't you done it like that before?"
Annie shook her head. No, she had not! Though she did know it was a thing. She wasn't that innocent. Did she want to try it? She glanced down at his medium sized cock. Could she take that thing up her rear end?
"Is that what you want me to do?" she asked hesitantly. Shafting her pussy was one thing but rogering her poop chute was quite the other. She could feel her tight hole twitching at the thought. She always did say she'd try anything once though.
Dougie rolled off the bed and went to the small bathroom where he opened a mirrored cupboard above the sink and took out a jar.
"What's that?" asked Annie as he came back and sat on the bed beside her.
He unscrewed the lid, dipped in his finger and pulled out a gloop of goo on the end of it. "Vaseline, Luv," he said, showing it to her, "Rub a wedge of this on your arsehole and suck my knob for a bit to get my todger nice and wet and, bingo, we're good to go. Might hurt at first but you'll love it. Promise."
Uh huh. Sure. Pull the other one. Annie frowned at him as he held the jar up for her.
"C'mon," Dougie urged, "First time for everything."
Annie stuck her tongue in her cheek and carefully scooped out a large dollop of lube and rolled onto her hands and knees. Reaching between her legs, she probed and prodded around her anus as she smeared her pooper making sure it was well greased up for its first penetration as her boyfriend presented his slim Whitman to her mouth.
Once she had lathered him up with her spit, he stepped awkwardly around her as she knelt there and got himself into position. A little adjustment of his hips, then she felt him press the head of his member against her nervous bumhole.
"Ready?" he asked.
Anne dropped her head and buried her face in a pillow. Oh shit. What the hell was she doing? This was probably going to hurt a whole lot and would sting for a month of Sundays. Maybe she should just tell him to roll on another condom and shag her up her cunt again. She was absolutely positive she was going to hate doing it this way.
Up her arse.
She mumbled a muffled, "Okay, go on then. But be fucking careful!"
To her complete surprise, she eventually discovered she absolutely positively LOVED anal sex.
"And you saw our advert," smiled Molly. The girl was pretty with a nice smile. A tall, thin figure with small breasts, narrow waist, firm compact bottom, and long legs. She was dressed in an elegant dark blue trouser suit with a plain white blouse and a silver Janus necklace
"I sure did. I can't begin to tell you what I felt when I saw it. I was like WHAT?" she grinned as she looked at her new Boss, "Is this for real?"
"What made you give us a call?" asked Molly, "It's a big step from seeing it and doing something about it. Spanking is still pretty much taboo in this day and age. Even if it is 1972."
Annie thought about her response. She wanted to say something profound that made the simple act of getting her cute boyish bottom soundly thrashed somehow more important. "I'm not exactly sure. I think I'm just curious, to be honest. It was something I've only recently thought about for some reason and found that I quite like the idea of it. I'm not into being a naughty girl or anything like that but the thought of being spanked or whatever does something to me inside. The way it makes me feel is just so amazing that I want more of it. Sorry, I'm not making much sense am I?"
Molly knew exactly what she meant. She had discovered the exact same feelings all those years ago herself when he had come into her life. The thought of him still made her catch her breath and her heart sing. "You're making perfect sense, sweetie. Some things don't need to be explained. Well, I think we're just about done here. I don't see any issues with your application. Do you have any questions?"
Annie bit her lip. "Um, a couple I think. I'm still at College part-time. Will that be a problem?"
Molly shook her head. "No, not really. We'll just arrange things to suit your schedule. Since you're still living with your parents, Dolly will make sure your clients either see you at their own home or she'll arrange a room at a motel or somewhere appropriate for your session. Remember, all our customers are thoroughly vetted first to make sure all my girls are safe. We have all their details on file and I've hired someone who checks them out in person first."
"How will you get in touch with me?" Annie asked. It could be awkward with her parents around or whatever.
Molly picked up her phone. "Dolly is as discreet as she is sweet. You have nothing to worry about on that issue. If you're not home, she'll leave a message telling you to get in touch when you can. I'm expecting a few hiccups at the beginning as we get into the swing of things on the admin side so be prepared. You may find yourself dealing with a rush of clients or you might find yourself waiting a few days as we try to find you a suitable match we think you'll be comfortable with. We'll see how it goes"
Annie sat listening quietly as she took everything in. "Um, can I ask about how we get paid?"
Molly nodded and pulled out a folder from her desk drawer. "Absolutely. I'd be surprised if you didn't. You'll get a check at the end of each month. How much you earn will depend on how many clients you see during that month. We charge a standard fee and by the hour. We have rates based upon what the customer wants you to do. A spanking is £10 an hour. Strapping, belting and slippering is £15. A caning is the most expensive for obvious reasons. We charge £20 an hour for that because of the recovery time." she explained.
"Some girls have a high pain threshold and will be able to take a harder caning. Say a nine out of ten on a pain scale. While some girls can only take a light caning, say five out of ten. That's something you need to discover for yourself if you're willing to go that far. Find your limits as you go along. It's important you tell your client how much you can take and agree a "stop" word. Once you say that word that's it. End of session. No questions asked. You're the one in charge remember. Be sensible. For example, for my limits, I'd say I'm a seven out of ten for the cane. Spanking probably an eight along with taking the belt, strap, or whatever being the same."
Annie looked surprised. "You like getting spanked and caned as well?"
Molly laughed at the look on the girl's face. "Of course. Why else do you think I created the Agency!"
"Blimey," mumbled Annie.
"Happy?" asked Molly.
Annie smiled and nodded. "Have I, um, got the job?"
Molly grinned. "Sweetheart, you had the job even before you entered the building."
In the Jones household, the telephone rang.
Annie's mother answered it. "Honey," she shouted up the stairs, "It's for you. Someone called Daphne, I think."
Annie felt her heart leap into her throat as she jumped up from her bed and pulled off her headphones before switching off her record player. Oh shit. Here we go. She was out the bedroom door and down the stairs like a shot where she grabbed the phone out of her mother's hand.
"That woman has such a squeaky voice."
Annie raised her eyebrows and pressed the red handset against her chest. "Uh, that would be uh, whatshername. She said she would call me about my uh whatdoyoucallit uh, stuff." She shooshed her mom away and sat down on the bottom stair breathing hard.
"Hi, er, hello?"
Annie suddenly realized that everything was now so very real. It was happening. She grabbed a pen and notepad from the small table and sat taking notes as Dolly explained the details of her first appointment with a customer.
"His name is Mr. Baxter. Stanley Baxter. He's fifty-two. A widower. He has asked for someone who likes to be spanked and can take a good strapping across her bare bum. Bob has already checked him out. I've arranged for you to meet him at a local cafe first and I've booked a room at a nearby motel for a couple of hours. It's a privately owned place so there shouldn't be any funny business. Are you alright with that, Annie?" asked Dolly over the phone.
Annie could hardly speak. She was an excited bag of nerves. "I think so," she replied hesitantly. Oh, wait. There was something else. The other thing, "Uh, did he sign up for a service afterward?"
There was a slight pause on the phone. "Yes, " said Dolly, "Yes he did. He asked for er someone who would take it up her bum. Her thingy. You know, her bumhole."
"Oh, anal," said Annie feeling herself turn bright red.
"Is that okay, hon?" asked the secretary, "You did tick that on your would do list."
Anal sex. With a complete stranger.
"It's fine, Dolly," she replied quietly, "Just tell me what time I have to be at that cafe."
Molly looked at the application form.
"I see you've ticked anal." she noted, looking up at the young woman sat on the other side of her desk.
Annie turned beetroot. Yes, she had. Ticked that box. The anal box. With a pen.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I did," she mumbled as Molly sat looking at her.
"Only a couple of the other girls have done that. It's a very specific and personal thing to admit to. Can I ask why you did that?"
Here we go. Annie shifted in her seat. Anal had always been a thing. "Well, it's sort of complicated and weird. I had a brief fling with a guy from College about eight months ago when I was eighteen. He got me into it when we were together one day in his digs. He was the first to do me properly up my bum. It turned out to be nothing like I had expected. It was so much more personal to me. I was just so surprised that I loved it as much as I did. I mean, we did it the ordinary way but I think I enjoyed it more up the arse," Annie put her hand over her mouth, "Sorry, I mean up the pud."
Molly laughed. "I think you can say arse around here."
Luigi and his cafe sat in the middle of a row of small shops just off the main high street in Old Camden Town. It had gone ten and the early rush of commuters and traffic had eased as the day, a Tuesday, got into its stride. Outside, it was a bright and sunny late Autumn day as Annie sat in a window seat trying to enjoy her coffee and cream bun but failing miserably.
She was on edge. Under the table, she was tapping her feet nervously and every time someone entered the cafe her heart skipped a beat. She was not afraid to admit she felt a little apprehensive and scared. But it was a strange kind of scared. Like being on a rollercoaster just waiting for the big drop to happen. Her body was buzzing with nervous anticipation.
Who was this man? This Stanley Baxter. What would he look like? Her imagination was starting to run riot. What would he think of her? Miss. Malone had said that first impressions made all the difference. She had dressed sensibly. Smart yellow blouse under her black jacket. Brown knee-length skirt to match her long hair. Tan stockings and suspenders because even she knew that men loved stuff like that.
She glanced at her reflection in the window and suddenly began to wonder what on earth she was doing as she felt the first self-doubts beginning to creep in as they always did when she had to make a serious life choice. Maybe she should leave and just forget about the whole Agency thing. Go back to living a normal life with disappointing boyfriends and unsatisfying sex. So wrapped up was she in her own little world, she didn't hear the door open behind her.
"Excuse me. Are you Annie?" said a voice.
Annie froze with her cup against her lips. Uh oh. Oh heck.
She turned slowly around and looked up at the man standing behind her chair and gave him a weak smile. "Uh, hi, hello. Yes, I am."
"Can I take a seat?" said Mr. Baxter as he squeezed between another table and chair to stand in front of her.
Annie gave herself a shake. "Oh, absolutely," she blushed, "Please."
Her first customer ordered a coffee and sat opposite her as the other patrons of the cafe continued gossiping around them totally oblivious to the reasons why Miss. Jones and Mr. Baxter were there amongst them.
Annie stared at the man as he took a sip of his drink. Well, this wasn't exactly what she had expected.
He sure was big. Both in height and weight. He wore a dark gray suit with a smartly pressed blue shirt and matching tie. He was clean shaven and his thinning hair was swept back giving him a no nonsense look.
At first, they made the usual small talk. She got to know a little about him and he a little about her. First names felt natural even though there was a large age gap but that was such a silly thing to get hung up about anyway. He worked in the City. He was a widower with his wife having passed away a few years back. A son and daughter both long flown the nest and away doing their own thing.
The most important thing she discovered, as they chatted about this and that, was that he was completely charming and an easy conversationalist that helped put her at ease. All things considered, he wasn't bad date for her first time.
To think this was the Agency's first day and she was the second girl sent out with Margaret being the first. After their initial interviews, all the girls had sat around for a bit gossiping and getting to know each other. Annie had liked Margaret from the first minute they got chatting. She idly wondered how her new friend was getting on. Wasn't her client a Professor or something? She couldn't wait to find out. What stories they were all going to tell each other.
The taxi pulled up and they both got out. "Hardings Lodge. I think this is the place," Mr. Baxter said as he held the door open for her and they both walked into the reception area where a little old lady sat smoking happily away as Glen Miller played in the background.
Annie smiled at the other lady. "Hi hello," she said, trying to keep her emotions in check, "I, uh, I think we've got a room booked. Number seven. Name Malone," She glanced up at the man standing next to her who appeared much amused at her awkward manner.
The woman looked down at her registration book and ran a finger down the page. "There we go. Number seven. Malone. Let me get you the key, dear."
Annie just nodded and took the key as the old lady gave her a quick wink. Annie blushed to the roots of her hair and beyond. The old bat knows! She felt his hand take her arm and lead her down the corridor as she stared over her shoulder with surprise.
They soon found their room and Annie watched as he slipped the key into the lock, pushed open the door and switched on the light as there were no windows. The main room was dominated by a large functional double bed which took up most of the space and at the rear, there was a small cubicle where a wash basin and a narrow shower were available. There was hardly enough room to swing a cat.
But there was enough room to spank a willing bottom as well as fuck it.
Annie stared open mouthed at Mr. Baxter's extraordinary penis.
She was sat on the edge of the double bed in her tan lingerie watching as he had removed his clothes and placed them neatly on the only chair in the room. When he had pulled down his underpants her mouth dropped open in surprise and shock.
"Where the hell did you get that thing?!" she involuntarily gasped.
They both stared at his limp dick. "It kind of came with the package. You know, when I was born," he replied dryly.
Annie gave him a look. "No, I mean. It's so damned fat!" she gasped as she sat forward to examine it, "How am I going to take that up my arse?"
Stanley pointed to the shelf between the wash basin and stained mirror on the wall to their left. There were half a dozen plastic bottles of various concoctions and colors to choose from as well as a couple of boxes of tissues on the table next to the bed.
"Oh, ohhhhhhhhhh," she whispered as the penny dropped. No wonder the old lady had winked at her as she handed over the key. She had a front row seat for the oldest game in town.
But still. There are dicks. Then there are THE cocks. The pricks that take the breath away and make the pussy drool. She glanced back at his swelling member feeling her anus twitch nervously as his girth expanded alarmingly. That really was one ridiculously fat dick.
"About that spanking and other stuff, Annie," he said as he walked over to his coat, "It's what we're here for after all."
She watched as he reached into a side pocket and pulled out what looked like a foot long narrow strip of leather. It was a strap with a handle at one end and with what looked like embroidered stitching along its length. Anne felt her mouth go dry and the muscles of each bum cheek tighten appreciatively as he let one end of the strap fall before her rapt gaze. Oh. Wow. That thing looked as menacing as fuck and he was going to use it on her bare butt later.
"How about a nice spanking first?" he winked at her.
Uh. Yeah. Okay. Annie shuffled across the bed as he sat down beside her. "So, uh, where do you want me. How do you want to do this?" she asked as her belly was doing somersaults and her heart was thudding around inside her rib cage. The spanking and strapping she was really looking forward to. It was the other thing that worried her.
Annie gasped as he took her hand and drew her across his large thighs until she tipped over with her nose lower than her backside. She wondered if he was going to spank her over her knickers for a bit first. Apparently not. In one swift motion, he pulled them over her bottom and half way down her trembling thighs.
"Oh, now this I like, " he breathed as he ran his finger over both her bare bottom cheeks, "You have such a beautiful bum, Annie. And now I'm going to spank it."
Annie suddenly jerked her head up. "Wait. WAIT!!" she urged him, "The word. We need a safe word remember!"
Stanley slapped his forehead. "Oops, you're right. What are you going to use?"
Annie frowned. "I can't think of one."
"How about you just ask me to stop when it get's a bit too hot down there," he suggested as he rubbed her bum all over making her wriggle excitedly. Much more of that and they would forget all about the spanking thing.
"Uh huh," she replied. Obvious word is obvious. "If I say stop you stop, okay?"
"I promise." he laughed as he held up his hand.
He started to spank her.
And the feel and sound of it were like welcoming back an old friend. She had always considered the idea of being spanked on her bare bottom a thing of comfort. That her inner self was somehow being warmed up and the fire in her belly stoked to burn brighter within. A kind of sensual kick start to her sexual motor that would ignite her lust and desire. Spanking was the key that unlocked her potential.
Each of her previous boyfriends had slapped her backside during sex. It was just a thing they did to them. But to her, it was something more special. She had wanted to ask them to spank her but it wasn't the done thing. At least, that's what she had always thought. Women just didn't ask to be spanked.
This spanking was merely an appetizer for the main course to come - her first ever strapping with a length of supple leather. How she would react and take that was something she was intrigued to discover. Find her limits as Miss. Malone had put it.
"OW!" gasped Annie as he spanked her harder. First one cheek then the other. Back and forth until her bum started to heat up nicely in the way she adored, "Oooh, Mr. Baxter. Those one's sting every so much you know. Am I very red back there?"
Stanley paused for a second. "I'd say you're more bright pink all over. It looks like you have a tough bum, Annie," he admired, "A spanking doesn't seem to bother you too much at all. That's very impressive for someone so new to all this. I shall give you another dozen and call it a day so we can move on to the strap. You're going to kneel up on the bed and I'm going to lash that cute posterior of yours until it turns very red. How does that sound?"
Annie bucked over his knee and reached around to rub away the smart from his last spank. "That sounds absolutely lovely, Stanley," she whimpered as she glanced over her shoulder just as his large hand fell again.
"EeeeeoooooooowWW!!!" she yelped as he suddenly gave her four spanks in rapid succession that had her scrambling and bouncing around so much that her nose touched the carpet.
SWAT!! SPANK!! SPANK!!! SWAT!!!!
Annie gave a sudden gasp of surprise and squeezed her thighs firmly together so that the flesh bunched up against her hairless pussy. A pussy that suddenly sprang a dizzy leak of female juice as her sex shivered through a sweet climax.
Her world dissolved into an orgasmic multi-colored rainbow and she had no idea how she ended up on all fours with her well spanked bottom waving sexily in the air. She sighed happily and turned her head to her left to see Mr. Baxter swishing his leather strap through the air before laying it across the summit of her pink rump so he could measure the length of his swing.
"Oh." she gasped as she suddenly realized he was about to really REALLY thrash her poor little arse good and proper.
The strapping of her poor little arse was as profound and intense as she thought it would be. Everything about it was something she would never forget as long as she lived with the sights, sounds, and feel of it beyond anything she had experienced before.
The man was an expert. Knowing she was a virgin to the leather, he knew just the right amount of "ooomphhh" to put into his first swings as the leather laid itself across her raised and exposed backside. At each blow, the strap molded itself to the shape of both cheeks before rebounding away like a spitting snake to leave a band of red and a surprised yelp after each strike.
Annie wriggled her arse furiously after each blow. Holy shit. This is amazing! So different from her spanking. Not so personal as a hand on flesh but somehow more thrilling. Using an implement to bring pleasure to them both was intoxicating to her senses. The idea of it being a kind of erotic sexual punishment adding so much more to the drama of it.
"Ah, Ah, AHHHH!!" groaned Annie as another stroke, her tenth, lashed her again as she bounced and sagged on the bed. Her thighs were spread wide and left the whole of her sopping sex and waiting anus open to his lusty gaze.
"You alright, Annie?" he asked her as he raised the strap again and paused.
Annie pushed herself up on her arms and shook her head. Her body had just climaxed again and she was running around inside her head trying to catch and hold onto the sensations being wrought within her frame.
"Oh fuck, yes," she gurgled as she reached between her legs and furiously rubbed her clit before sliding two fingers inside her juicy pussy, "Give me another dozen, Stanley. But this time strap me harder. Please. I'll tell you if it's too much. But, please, thrash my poor little arse until I cum again."
Mr. Baxter was a man of principle. A man of honor who always tried to do his duty and serve the greater good. The greater good this day was to do as the good young lady wishes. He raised the strap higher and lashed it down across her waiting rump harder than before. The resulting crack echoed around the room quickly followed by Annie's plaintive yowl and shriek of welcomed pain.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOWCH, MISTER BAXTER, YES!!!!!"
The next eleven were delivered with the same reaction. At certain moments, Annie nearly asked him to stop. The pain in her arse rose from a steady seven out of ten to an emotionally devastating nine out of ten and stayed there for the rest of her thrashing.
She had found her limit.
A short while and much soothing bum rubbing later...
"Here, give me the bottle and I'll do us both again," said Annie as she got off the bed and reached between her bum cheeks so she could massage her already red and raw anus. Her first attempt at taking his fat cock up her rectum had failed and much more lubrication would be needed for him to push past her distended sphincter. If only his bloody thing wasn't so damned fat! She dropped down to her knees in front of him, "Here, lemme give you a suck before we have another go, Stanley."
Not so much suck his cock but lick it for there was no way she could take him inside her mouth no matter how hard she tried. He was so fat he'd dislocate her jaw. So, she happily licked his knob all over before she squirted some purple looking liquid in both her hands and coated his penis liberally until it was dripping onto the floor.
Annie scrambled to her feet and squirted another splodge into her right hand and used her left to pull her cheeks apart as she stood there twisting around as he watched her with much amusement. She rubbed it all over her orifice and managed to shove much of it up her back passage until the stuff was seeping out of her tingling hole.
She screwed the lid back on and gave it back to him. "Alright, let's do this," she told him with determination, "This time, I'll stand facing the bed and bend over so I can hold myself open for your cock, okay?"
Stanley nodded. "Yes, Miss," he smiled at the young woman as she turned around, bent over so her head was on the bed and reached around to grab a cheek in each hand. He stepped between her spread legs and pushed his hippo cock head against her rosy pooper, "Ready, Annie?"
"As I'll ever be, Mr. Baxter," she replied as she felt him crouching down slightly so he could push UP into her opening, "Just take it slow. Once you get that head in I should be able to take the rest of it up my arsehole no problem."
It was, as they say, easier said than done.
Annie and her amazing anus did take all of Stanley Baxter's big fat dick in the end. But the stuffing of it up her anus was an adventure and a half. God only knows how her rubber ring stretched wide enough to let the mushroom head of his cock pop into it. The shriek when Annie finally felt it sink into her pud was loud enough to raise the dead making her twist around and press a firm hand against his chest so that he stopped and waited so she could adjust to his penile invasion of her most private place.
"HOLY FUCK. HOLY FUCK!!" she gasped as she stood on tiptoe feeling as if the fucking Titanic was docking up her rear end, "WAIT, wait, wait, EEEK! WAAAAAAAAAAAIT!!"
Her arse fucker held up his hands. "Geez, hon," he said with much amazement, "You actually took the damned thing. Yours is the first I've managed to get it up. Every woman I knew before I got married couldn't take it or would even attempt to try. I've always wanted to do a lady that way. Oh my, your arsehole feels amazing, Annie!!"
Stanley had finally achieved his dream.
Annie, meanwhile, was swimming in a sea of orgasms. Talk about feeling full of fat healthy cock. Mr. Baxter and his penis were by far the biggest thing she'd ever had up her backside and he felt EXQUISITE. She was now confident she could take him the whole way. She didn't know about him but she absolutely needed to be fucked something stupid. She could already feel the big one beginning to stir in the depths of her belly. She just needed for her client to give it a little poke or and prod to help it along.
She turned her head to look at him as he grinned at her like an idiot.
"Alright, Stanley," she whispered, "You can shove the rest of that fat cock of yours all the way in now. It should be a lot easier. You feel HUGE inside me. My gosh, I love anal sex!!"
By the time the Baxter dick was fully embedded in this wonderful young woman's rump, the lady in question had gone through so many emotions that she had lost count. His slow penetration of her anus, rectum, and lower bowel had driven her over the edge many times over and the only way she was still on her feet was because he was holding her hips firmly in his grasp as he pushed in and pulled out to push back in again.
Her arse fuck seemed to last an age. The fatness and girth of his solid organ forced apart her bum cheeks as he crammed himself fully inside her with his low slung ball sack flopping around the underside of her soaking wet mound. At first, she had furiously rubbed her upright little button to increase her pleasure but as the shag went on she realized she didn't need any further stimulation to make her climax. The penetration was enough to set her off at the slightest twitch of his thing within her. It was only when Mr. Baxter felt his own on coming storm did the pace of their sex increase much to Annie's delight.
She squealed suddenly as she bathed them both in a spray of her juices that ran down her legs with her lover pushing her onto the bed and forcing himself over her writhing body. "Oh, Stanley," she cried out as his weight covered her and pressed her fully into the mattress, "Ahhhh, fuck my arse. Ooo, that's right. Do that again, Mr. Baxter. Oh my God, you have no idea how much I loooooooooooove that big fat cock of yours!!"
Stanley grunted. He had a pretty good idea how much she loved it and would love it even more when he ejaculated inside her bottom. He reached beneath her and found her pert breasts and played with her nipples that had her shrieking in excitement.
Annie was in heaven. A heaven with a big fat penis lodged up her unmentionable. She needed him to cum. She needed to feel him spraying his thick creamy spunk inside her dark hole like yesterday. She forced her head up with her eyes shut real tight and bared her teeth as they arse fucked on. "Do me, Stanley," she squealed as he pounded her into the mattress, "Cum in my butt. Fill me right up. I want to feel you cum in me until there's no more spunk left in those big balls of yours!!"
The ejaculation, when it burst forth, was as intense and wonderful as she hoped it would be. The warm swoosh of his liquid poured out of him and into her in copious amounts that were forced out of her anus due to the tightness of their coupling. As he continued his spend, Annie gasped and her eyes flew open at the sheer ridiculousness of the amount of juice that flooded into her sex. Only when she felt him slump on top of her did the flow ease and come to a dribbling end. The room stank of a good hard arse fucking.
Stanley groaned in her right ear as she giggled when she felt his penis twitching inside her as it slowly deflated. "Did you like that, Mr. Baxter?" she asked as she kissed him on the cheek.
"Fucking hell, Annie," he grunted as he rolled off her, "That was something else. You're the first woman I've ever been able to fuck up the bum properly. I can't believe it!"
Annie reached back and carefully felt around her abused bottom. Crikey! Her poor bot was gaping wide open and she could feel his spunk running out of her well-fucked orifice. This thing was going to be sore for a couple of days. In fact, it was so sore she couldn't even feel the throbbing sting of her spanking and strapping anymore. Not that it mattered. She was deliriously happy and thanked God she had found that newspaper on the bus. The whims of fate had smiled upon her that day and she was so grateful for it.
What had Miss.Malone said again?
A satisfied customer is a returning customer.
Annie smiled to herself as she turned her head to look at her first client, Mr. Baxter, who lay beside her with a big silly grin on his face. She suspected she and her eager little bumhole would be seeing him again in the future.
Him and his lovely big fat cock.
End of PART 2.
Coming soon: The Spanking Agency part 3: Sister Catherine and the Cane.