As she gags on the mighty chopper I move behind him and gently finger his anus, realising that I could easily fall in love with this amazing man. He’s really kind, with a good job and maybe he might even learn to love us.
I see that Pauline is enjoying giving him a sloppy blow job. As far as I know she’s only been with a few boys, and nobody with girth like Washington. I need to prepare her and caress her bum and vagina saying ‘that’s a good girl, suck uncle Washington’s fat cock while mummy gets you ready.’
Washington makes noises like he might be close. I have my thumb in Pauline’s vagina and am confident that she can do this. I tell Washington that it’s time and suggest he does her from behind.
‘That’s cool for me, but I need you close in case she freaks out.’
‘Pauline, it’s time to get on your knees so Washington can fuck you properly. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen. ‘
‘Okay mummy, but I don’t want him to cum in me. I ain’t on the pill and that.’
Before Pauline gets the words out Washington has already inserted his cock. She gasps and I fondle her breasts to keep her calm as he forces his entire length inside her.
‘Is he fucking me mummy? Like I’m a real grown up girl.’
I choke back a tear, realising that Washington’s cock is bringing such joy to my baby. ‘You’re all grown up now. Such a big girl.’
‘She’s tight as fuck,’ says Washington, ‘I don’t know how long I can last.’
‘Just fuck her good and proper and make sure you cum on her face. She ain’t on no contraceptive like she said.’
Washington’s hands are round her waist so he can penetrate her deeper and I can tell from Pauline’s moans that she is close to an orgasm. I lower my face to hers and kiss her mouth, my hands still on her breasts, her nose scrunched up.
‘Shit I’m really fucking close. I can put it up her asshole if you want.’
‘No! Just cum in her mouth like I fucking said!’
Washington withdraws, flips Pauline on her back and looms over her mouth, wanking like a madman.
Realising the importance of Pauline having an orgasm I crawl between her legs so I can finger her g-spot. Her cunt is hot and moist, and easily yields when I squeeze four fingers inside. I have a great view of Washington and wank my own cunt which makes me shudder.
‘Go on babe, don’t be selfish you gotta let my girl have it.’
I feel my daughter’s twat tighten on my fist and she moans as her orgasm grows.
‘Now Washington! Cum all over her fucking mouth!’
He reaches back and puts a finger up his asshole.
‘Do it you filthy monster!’
And then he cries out and cum erupts from the tip of his cock. It splatters Pauline’s head and then he rams it in her mouth as his balls empty down her throat. I can’t stop now and my own orgasm brings fierce pleasure as my Pauline gargles and chokes joyously.
Washington
It’s time to get out of this shitty place as fast as possible.
I suddenly feel ashamed and revolted as I watch Pauline wiping my spunk out of her eyes. I can’t even bare to look at her mother.
Managing a smile I ask if anyone wants a glass of water and grab my clothes. I look over my shoulder as Yvonne asks me to be quick. When she turns to cradle her daughter I spot her phone on the metal chair and sneakily pick it up.
Once inside I try to delete the incriminating video, but the phone’s locked. With some regret I realise that I’ll have to take it with me and know this will be a crushing blow.
The keys to the LEAF are on a table in the hall and I take them before escaping. I throw my clipboard on the passenger seat and drive my truck into position. After lowering the tailgate I drive the LEAF onto the payload and secure it.
I am about to drive off when my phone rings. It’s Chris, who asks if I can get to Dover by six. They’ve got a buyer for the car in Germany and someone will meet me to get it on the ferry. I say I think I can make it, traffic permitting, and floor the accelerator.
I crunch into second and the truck rumbles along Mandela Avenue as I try and find number 42. My phone’s sat nav seems to have given up in the heat. This stinking Chigwell housing estate, a human sewer in the heart of Essex, is a labyrinth of tiny high-density housing, each bungalow barely more than a static caravan.
It is difficult to see house numbers past the skips and broken washing machines and deflated paddling pools abandoned in the overgrown front gardens. The blinding sun doesn’t help and I can feel sweat under my balls and asshole.
Finally I spot the car I have come to repossess and pull up behind it. I know it’s registered to Dwayne Hyde who bought it with a big bank loan. My research on Facebook confirmed that he recently walked out on his wife Yvonne, and that she’s having a tough time. She was probably pissed when posting all the unguarded confessions about her depression and how her daughter was in pieces. A broken woman in her forties with no money and no hope. I light a cigarette, pull some official looking papers from the glove box and attach them to my clipboard. The beers I downed at lunch make me feel immensely powerful, but I always get anxious before breaking bad news and I take deep, calming breaths.
After ringing the doorbell I scan the rat run street. It’s deserted and I start banging the door with my fist. When I hear the locks clicking I brace myself, and as the door opens I put my foot over the threshold in case she tries to slam it in my face.
Making eye contact, I say ‘Mrs Hyde?’ in a serious tone of voice.
Mrs Hyde has a fag dangling from her mouth. She is wearing a pink vest and leggings that are so tight I can see her knickers. Her long dirty blonde hair is pulled back in the ‘Glasgow facelift’ style and she has a tattoo of a mermaid on her forearm.
‘Who the fuck’s asking?’
‘My name is Washington. From Carlton Debt Enforcers. I’m here about the Nissan LEAF.’
‘Yeah, that’s my car so you can fuck right off you robbing bastard.’
She seems close to the edge, her words slurred.
‘I don’t want no trouble Mrs Hyde. But I’m here to take the car. I have a Court Order that empowers me to repossess it unless you can pay the arrears, which are over eighteen hundred pounds.’ As I say this I point at my clipboard. Mrs Hyde doesn’t ask to check my credentials. They never do.
‘But my husband, my ex husband, takes care of that. This is harassment, I don’t owe you bastards a penny!’
‘I know this isn’t easy, but I need the keys. I’m totally serious, this is happening.’ I say this as gently as I can because Yvonne’s breathing has changed, like she’s about to break down in tears. ‘Look why don’t you let me in and we can talk about this?’
She leads me into a kitchenette which is open plan into a tiny living area where a young woman is lying on a sofa in the shadow of a 60 inch TV. She’s wearing headphones and a thin beach kaftan over a little bikini.
‘I see this has come as a shock. You know I’m just doing my job.’
‘Look Washington, I didn’t mean to be a bitch just now but Dwayne, my ex, promised he’d keep up the payments.’
I tower over Yvonne in the cramped space and sit down on a stool so I don’t intimidate her too much. ‘I know, life’s not fair,’ I say, managing a smile to develop rapport.
Yvonne sighs and offers me a drink which is very kind in the circumstances. I expect that she might stretch to a cup of tea, but she says she wants something stronger and I’m too selfish to object. When she bends over to rummage in the freezer the top of her thong is visible and I realise she isn’t wearing a bra as her breasts push against her vest. After topping up her glass she pours me a cold vodka and sits across from me at the breakfast bar.
‘Cheers!’ I say, genuinely grateful for the hospitality. ‘And I am sorry that I’ve got to take your car. I know that this housing estate is pretty isolated.’
Yvonne puts a hand over her eyes and nods slowly as she starts explaining how she recently lost her job at the supermarket. For some reason she also offloads about how Dwayne recently moved in with her sister and as she speaks, choking back tears, all I can do is stare at her pale cleavage. I’m wondering if her pussy is shaved, hoping it isn’t, and somehow manage to ask how her daughter is taking the breakup.
‘That’s the real fucking problem,’ says Yvonne, emptying her glass. ‘My Pauline’s in a real bad way. She just mopes around indoors all day. Got no friends. It breaks my heart to see her so unhappy.’
I look at the girl on the sofa. She seems to be in a trance and I doubt she’s even noticed me.
‘She’s a beautiful girl, I bet she’s popular with the boys.’
‘It’s not like that. Not at her college.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘She goes to a special college. You know, for people who are a bit different.’
‘What, like gifted kids or something?’
‘No, a college for kids with special needs. You see my Pauline was born blind and the doctors say she her brain is a bit slow. She’ll be nineteen next birthday but they won’t even let her graduate until she passes her exams.’
‘Shit I’m sorry to hear that,’ I say, offering Yvonne a cigarette. ‘But what’s a slow brain meant to mean?’
Yvonne looks across at her little angel. ‘You know, she’s what they call retarded. I don’t know the full medical terms but she can be a moody little cow and she behaves like a crazy bitch half the time, swearing and doing stupid embarrassing shit.’
‘I’m sure the doctors will be able to fix her brain one day.’
‘I doubt it. You want to see how the boys on the estate talk to her, saying she’s a cabbage and yanking her knickers down because they know she’ll let them.’
I exhale sympathetically and hold Yvonne’s hand. ‘Boys can be horrible sometimes but I bet they really think she’s pretty cool.’
‘All I know is that I’ve got a disabled daughter and without a car our lives are fucked. Her college is miles away and I can’t get her there without a car.’
I squeeze her hand and say, ‘I’m so sorry sweetheart. Come on, it’ll probably be okay.’
As expected, my kind words act like a trigger and she starts crying. Blood floods my cock. It’s at a strange angle in my shorts so I stand up and move behind her so I can massage her shoulders. She seems okay with the physical intimacy and I make encouraging comments about clouds and silver linings. She bows her head as my fingers caress the nape of her neck, then move down her spine. Her daughter is lying on her back and the kaftan barely covers her body. Her hairless legs are long and lightly tanned and I can’t help wondering if she’s still a virgin.
