Yvonne has stopped crying and asks me to continue the massage.
‘I might have an idea,’ I say, lifting her hands onto her head so I can massage her armpits. ‘Something that might buy you some time. Maybe I can help you guys.’
‘Oh Washington I beg you to help us. Please, you can’t take our Nissan LEAF it’s all we’ve got.’
I am fully erect, looming over Yvonne, staring down her vest at the shape of her nipples. ‘I can’t promise, but if I can make this shit disappear for a couple of weeks you might be able to straighten things out with your Dwayne, get that bastard to pay up. He might hate you, but surely he’ll take pity on his disabled blind daughter.’
‘You really think you can do that? I don’t want you getting into no trouble.’
My hands slide lower, now massaging her exposed cleavage. Her body feels soft and warm under my fingers. ‘It’s possible, but I’m risking my job. I have a wife and kids and my own pressures.’ This is a lie, but usually very effective.
‘You’re a decent man Washington. I know we ain’t nothing to you, but you can see I’m desperate. I’ll do anything to get a bit of extra time.’
Like so many times before I know that I can now say or do anything to this poor creature.
‘Okay, I’ve got an idea. I really want to help, but I’m just a simple man with primitive urges that sometimes make me tense. If you can satisfy my needs then I will do my best to delay repossessing you car. What do you think?’
‘Name your price.’
I don’t reply at first. Instead I ease my fingers under her vest, pressing gently against her fleshy boobs. Her nipples are thick like a child’s thumb. I circle them before cupping each tit in my big hands. Her chest rises and falls and I can feel her heartbeat quicken.
Speaking in a low voice I say, ‘Why don’t you go change out of those clothes into a pretty bra and panties. And maybe you can freshen up with some deodorant, and brush your teeth. Then I want you to follow my instructions without challenge. Can you do that?’
‘But what about my daughter if we’re carrying on?’
‘It’ll be okay. We can be real discrete.’ I notice that Pauline has inadvertently spread her legs so I can see her white bikini knickers. ‘And even if she does notice something I promise I’ll look after her. She’ll be totally fine.’
I sense that the tip of my cock is wet and stop the massage so I can pour us another vodka. Yvonne stands to face me, her cheeks flushed as she glances at the lump in my shorts. ‘Look, why don’t you wait in the garden while I get changed. I’ll tell Pauline that I’ve got a guest so she won’t shit herself if she hears your voice.’
We step outside into a small fenced garden that is not overlooked. There’s some garden furniture and a barbecue in a lawned area, and I sit down on a metal chair. Yvonne leaves me with the vodka and goes back in to have a word with Pauline and get ready for me. I light another cigarette and lower my shorts so they are round my ankles. My cock looks like a weapon fashioned from graphite, veins thick and proud, foreskin drawn back revealing a glistening head. The vodka is making me feel warm and uninhibited and I play with the underside of the tip like it’s a gigantic clitoris. Expecting that Yvonne will be tarting herself up for a while I load some porn onto my phone and smile as I watch some randy boy anally raping his auntie while her husband wanks in a corner.
Moments like this make my life tolerable. I am careful not to over stimulate my erection but can’t help spitting on my palm and stroking the shaft.
And then I start to panic when I hear a female voice behind me.
‘Alright mister. You here to sought my mummy out?’
Instinctively I reach for my shorts, trying to pull them up, before realising that there is no need. Pauline has her hands outstretched, feeling her way towards me. I feel an overwhelming sense of pity for the blind girl inching forward.
‘Oh hi,’ I say, trying to guess what excuse Yvonne has given for my presence. ‘Yes I’m here to see your mummy. I’m her…physiotherapist? For her bad back?’
‘I hope you can take away her pain,’ says Pauline, sitting opposite me. ‘Anyway, what’s that smell?’
‘Oh it’s just a cheeky fag. Do you want one?’
‘Nah, I’ve got some of my mum’s,’ she says, lighting one. ‘I wouldn’t mind something to drink though.’
I lift my vodka to her lips and she takes a big sip. My penis feels even harder and I spread my legs and slowly stroke it. ‘I’m Washington. I don’t like to brag but I’m probably the best chiropractor in Essex. I’ve sorted out most of the girls on our national volley ball team. It’s a great privilege to help top athletes with their injuries.’
Pauline doesn’t seem to hear me and just stands up saying it’s time for her to sunbathe. She moves slowly, arms outstretched and I follow her to one of the sun loungers where she slips off the kaftan and lies on her front.
‘Will you be my daddy? And look after me?’
I’m naked from the waist down, and my erect cock bounces as I follow this weird little girl. ‘Sure, I can be your daddy. Shall I help put some sunscreen on, the sun’s so hot today.’
I kneel by her side and grab the bottle of Piz Buin that’s on the grass. She tells me to get on with it and I gently rub cream down her back. She’s sweating hard and my hands glide easily across her skin.
‘Why don’t you do some physio on me? I’ve got lots of stress all over entire body.’
‘I think I know just what you need.’ I climb on the lounger and straddle her legs letting my balls rest against her bum so I can use longer strokes.
‘Can you unfasten my bikini? I don’t want no horrible fucking tan lines.’
‘That’s a good idea, tan lines are totally ugly.’
She lifts herself on her elbows so I can easily remove her top and her naked breasts hang down. I’m seriously impressed how mature she is about letting a stranger see them. Her brown nipples are erect and her tits sway with the force of the massage.
‘Is my body okay daddy? Will the cute boys really want to fuck me? I think my bum’s even fatter than my mummy’s.’
‘I don’t think you need to worry. Boys like girls with big squidgy bums.’
‘Really? Please mister, can you cream up my bum and let me know what you really think about it.’
‘There’s nothing worse than having burned bum cheeks!’
Pauline giggles and spreads her legs as I touch her ass, squeezing her young flesh, applying cream in a circular motion so I can discretely spread her cheeks. Her bikini slides up her crack like a thong and I can see the dark skin of her anus.
The feeling of sweat and cream is making me wild, with a sudden desire to lick her asshole. By now she is moaning softly and I lower my hips so my cock rests between her buttocks and I push down so I can rock against her.
‘I don’t mind if you want to take off my knickers,’ whispers Pauline. ‘And I might like it if you touch me between my legs like I was your little girl.’
I look down and the slime from my cock has stained her bikini thong. Needing no further encouragement I kiss her buttocks and the inside of her thighs, and spread her bum cheeks so I can play my tongue against her gusset. Her moans become louder as I lift her hips so she is on all fours and I pull her knickers down. I grip her waist and reach round, massaging her tummy. It is lean and I can feel her abs tense and then I reach forward so I can cup her boobs, her nipples sharp against my palms. Her cunt is inches from my mouth. It is unshaven and her blonde pubes are wet with sweat. My lips close on her anus, tongue pushing against her chocolate hole. She grinds her crotch into my face, moaning and panting, and I can smell the strong sex stink from her fat pink cunt.
I am about to finger her anus when she suddenly goes rigid.
‘Me need poo poo!’ she cries.
‘What the fuck are you on about!’
‘I need to poo poo. Fuck I’m desperate!’
Pauline makes a growling noise. Her anus dilates slightly, and then she emits a deep and sustained fart. My face is so close to her bumhole that I feel the hot gas against my face. I greedily inhale. The smell is a luxurious combination of syrup, cigar smoke, fish and rotting eggs. It is so astonishingly sexual that I immediately try to push my cock into her cunt but I stop myself when I see her anus expand and contract, piss spurting out.
I start to panic, wondering what Yvonne will think if she sees what’s happening, but I’m powerless as Pauline groans and strains and pushes out a length of glistening shit. It plops into the pool of piss on the sun lounger and then the mental bastard farts again before another creamy string of shit emerges from her body, hanging from her ass before her anus contracts, snipping it off.
I think I hear her say, ‘Please don’t tell my mummy,’ when she reaches back and puts a finger into her asshole. Then she groans again, pulls out her finger and thick, coffee coloured liquid floods out. The extreme smell of eggy gas is too much even for me and I vomit on her feet.
Seconds later Pauline is laughing hysterically and rolls off the lounger.
Hoping she’s fully evacuated her bowels, and wondering how fucking bad her diet must be, I spot a hosepipe. I turn the tap and aim the jet at the lounger blasting the shit and puke. Pauline seems oblivious, saying I’m a bad man for making her sad.
The dumb bitch is seriously winding me up and I aim the pipe at her face, then between her open legs targeting her twat. Unfortunately most of her shit has landed on her tummy and in her hair. Her legs are in the air, cunt lips spread. She’s emitting a high pitched scream like she’s having an orgasm. And then I hear another female voice behind me.
I spin round, and see Yvonne holding a can of Kronenbourg and a fag, yelling ‘What the fuck!’
And wow, she looks incredible wearing a cheetah print bra, pink dot mesh panties, a sheer kimono and six inch ‘bunny tail’ stilettos. Her hair is still damp, but she’s made the effort to put it in a bun, sodden tresses dangling down.
And then I realise her daughter is naked and coated in liquid excrement, wanking and wailing like a shrew and I have lost control of my wilting penis and powerful hose.
