Digital Spy Ch. 10
Date: 01.07.2007Keywords: Ch., Spy, Digital, 10,
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"I don't know if it exists elsewhere in the world, but Dogging is a genuine phenomenon here in the UK."
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Saturday started out cold, wet and miserable. I spent a few hours arranging for some of my furniture to be delivered to the new apartment, Julia & I deciding to move in officially the following weekend. She wanted to do some research into the legalities of becoming a landlady since she would be renting out her house, so I borrowed her BMW and drove through the busy London streets to hit a few luxury car dealerships.
Several fruitless hours later I arrived home discouraged. I had seen plenty of fabulous supercar metal, but nothing that would conceivably fit all three of my new 'family' comfortably for more than two minutes at a time. I had come close to ordering an extremely nice Ferrari 612 Scaglietti, but the rear seats just weren't big enough. I'd had a pleasant test drive of a Bentley Flying Spur, but the idea of driving the same type of car as Giles was not one I was happy with.
When I arrived back there was a note on top of the TV. Julia had taken Aless for a full going-over at her favourite spa, the Sanctuary, followed by hair, makeup, nails and clothes shopping in preparation for our visit to the Club. They would be gone most of the day, so I mooched around the house at something of a loose end. I decided to check the Digital Spy website, something I'd been neglecting quite a bit since Aless had more or less taken over running it. Firing up the computer in Julia's study I logged in, and began going through the most recent uploaded videos. Most of this content I hadn't even seen, from live acts at the Club to Julia and my adventures at the office, even a girl I used to date in Birmingham involved in a vigorous fucking session with a guy I recognised as her younger brother. I was impressed with Aless's editing skills; she'd quickly got the hang of the software and seemed naturally proficient at choosing which angles to use and how long to hold a shot.
The phone rang, interrupting my musings. It was Julia. "Hi darling, any luck with the car search?" I told her there wasn't. "Aww, never mind, I'm sure you'll find something you like," she soothed. "Sorry to run out on you, but we wanted to do something a little bit special for the Club tonight."
"That's OK," I said, "I'm just killing time on the website. I'm really impressed with the work Aless has been doing keeping it updated, we should really be paying her something."
"Hmm, good idea," said Julia thoughtfully. "How does, say, £250 a week sound?"
"About what I was thinking," I replied. "She'd be getting a lot more if we actually paid her for her, erm, acting."
"Aha! Trying to swindle us out of our rightful earnings are you, Mr. Big-Shot Producer?" she laughed.
"Absolutely," I chuckled. "How else am I supposed to pay for all these nubile young whores and mountains of Bolivian marching powder?"
"Well, if you can tear yourself away from the Hollywood lifestyle for five minutes, maybe you could check out a website I found this morning. I was thinking of getting some new bedroom furniture for the new place, and I found something through Google. It's in favourites under 'Fantasy Furniture.'"
I opened the link and had a quick glance down the page. "Hmmm, that's.... wow!" I exclaimed. The site was full of beautifully handcrafted wooden contraptions like stocks, bondage crosses, padded benches fitted with manacles and more. One thing that particularly caught my eye was a large, ornately carved bed. At first glance it was like any other bed, but on closer inspection I could see that the headboard was split and hinged with brass on one side, like a set of stocks. There were holes in the rosewood that were part of the carved pattern, but would perfectly fit around a pair of female wrists. The other side of the board featured a subtle but sturdy brass lock. Looking down I could see the endboard was similarly designed to hold two widely spread ankles. The bed was long enough that all but the tallest woman would be stretched helplessly across the mattress.
"I thought perhaps we might order the bed..." Julia began.
"I'm just entering my credit card number now," I replied. "Who knew shopping for home furnishings could be such good fun?"
"Some of the other items could be interesting," she continued. "I was thinking maybe if we were to invite Max over again, not to mention I was planning to do some, ah, 'management training' at home."
"Oh really?" I asked, intrigued. "This training wouldn't involve a certain secretary who seems to have taken a sudden, extended leave of absence from your office, would it?"
"Maybe," she laughed. "Anyway, got to run. My hot sugar body polish is ready. Love you!"
"Your hot what..?" I began, but the phone was already dead.
I surfed the web for a while, but was thoroughly bored. Like every guy alone at home, in the end I decided the only thing worth doing was watching porn. I started transmitting a video file over to the TV in the living room. Flicking the set on I was greeted with the stuff of every pervert's dreams - four teenage girls lounging around on a bed in their nightclothes.
Aless was sitting near the head of our bed in the main bedroom wearing her Winnie the Pooh nightshirt. She was dealing cards to her three friends; Becky, a slightly heavy but extremely pretty curly-haired Indian girl dressed in a set of purple satin pyjamas; Sam, a petite, short haired redhead in a pale blue set of shorts and vest top; and Ginny, a curvaceous brunette with the biggest tits I'd ever seen on a teenager bursting out of a short lace-trimmed white nightdress. I couldn't take my eyes off the latter, her breasts (surely at least an E-cup) bouncing enticingly as she pushed her long, straight hair back behind one ear.
The conversation was in progress as I turned up the sound. "But he's kind of old, isn't he?" the Indian girl was saying.
"George Clooney's older, but you're always saying you'd like to fuck him," Aless retorted. "Anyway, you've all seen him picking me up from school, he's hot!"
"He is Becky, you can't deny it," I was delighted that it was Ginny speaking in my defence.
"I wonder what his cock's like?" said Sam wistfully.
"Big," said Aless proudly, "and it gets really hard."
"You've seen it?" gasped Becky.
"Seen it, sucked it, fucked it," laughed Aless. "Why do you think I'm so happy in lessons?"
The other three sat there in shock, mouths agape. Ginny was the first to break the silence. "Was it, you know... good?"
"Awesome," said Aless very definitely. "He makes me feel like a princess being rescued... some silly crap like that anyway!" she laughed. "Or other times he treats me like his very naughty little girl. I love it when my Daddy punishes me." Aless was purring, her nipples hardening through the nightshirt.
"Aless!" cried Becky, "that's awful! How can you talk like that, and... and do that?"
"Oh, come off it Becky. We're not really related, and you're one to talk anyway. I know what you've been doing with your geography teacher!"
"Everybody knows!" laughed Sam.
"That's different," snapped Becky, blushing. He's not my... my step dad, he's just a teacher!"
"Yeah, and if any of the other staff found out he'd be sacked and you'd be expelled. And before you ask, my Mum knows and doesn't mind. Now," Aless threw down the cards in frustration, "don't any of you tarts know how to play poker?"
Sam and Ginny shook their heads while Becky just sat there steaming. "Fine," said Aless, "strip snap it is!"
"I don't know about this," muttered Becky, "maybe we should just watch a DVD or something."
"What's the matter?" smirked Ginny, "scared?"
"No!" snapped Becky, "I just don't... Oh, fine, whatever. who cares anyway?"
"Excellent," grinned Aless, piling up the cards in front of the others. "Get ready to show your goodies!"
Only a few cards had been dealt when one jack was laid on top of another. "Snap!" yelled Aless, slapping her hand down on the pile. "OK girls, let's see them." Aless of course knew full well that they were being filmed, and was obviously eager to get them out of their clothes. Ginny, bless her, didn't hesitate. She yanked the hem of her nightdress over her head and casually tossed it aside, her magnificent boobs bouncing freely. Her dark nipples were large and already hard, poking up from the centre of wide, crinkled circles. Sam also quickly removed her top, revealing small, B-cup breasts that were crowned with cute, extremely swollen aureoles. Finally, Becky reluctantly unbuttoned her pyjama top and sat with her arms crossed over her perky C-cups.
The game continued until a pair of threes appeared. Again Aless's hand shot out, "snap!" Becky groaned. Ginny laughed and slipped off her white panties, exposing a neatly cropped brown strip of pubic hair. Sam's pussy, when she removed her shorts, turned out to be almost bare except for a few wisps of red hair.
Meanwhile Becky was procrastinating wildly. "Does anyone want a drink? I was just going to get..." She was cut off as Aless tackled her around the waist and pulled her back onto the bed.
"Quick, grab those pants!" she squealed, and Sam and Ginny pounced. Despite struggling, Becky was helpless as between them her three friends tugged down her pyjama bottoms. She had a neat, triangular patch of dark silky hair above her pussy, which Aless now stroked with one hand. "Mmm, so is this what Mr. geography teacher keeps you in detention for?"
"Stop it, you bitch!" wailed Becky. "Listen, I'm not joking! Let me go!" Her attackers relented, giggling as they released her. I was surprised that Becky didn't immediately try and get dressed; instead she sat back down on the bed and retrieved her cards.
"Come on, let's keep playing," she snapped at Aless, "you're not getting away with being the only one still dressed."
"Hmm, OK," smiled Aless slyly. "But if I win again, I pick a forfeit and you three have to do it."
Sam won the next round. As Aless took off her nightshirt, baring her shapely figure and rock-hard nipples, the young redhead looked at the other two naked girls.
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Keywords: Ch., Spy, Digital, 10,