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A Chance Encounter
Charles looked slightly abashed as the young girl slapped a half-pint glass on the table and sat down on the couch next to him. The pub wasn't exactly busy; in fact apart from an old tramp in the corner, the place was empty with the bored publican chain smoking at the bar and reading the Sun.
"Hello, I saw you in the Newsagents this morning," she said breezily, gulping down the first dimple of her glass.
"Do I know you?" He wasn't normally this rude; last night had been another one of those senseless drinking sessions with the Rugby team. Charles rubbed his temples, furious at his grouchy behaviour.
One hour training, followed by three hours boozing. He shook his head sorrowfully. "Excuse me, I didn't
mean to sound unpleasant."
The girl was extremely attractive and shapely. Blond hair pleated in two pony tails almost reached the small of her back. A simple white cotton blouse covered an ample bosom. Self consciously he let his eyes rest on the top of her thighs which were barely covered with a white pleated mini skirt. Something was out of place but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Enjoying yourself?" She allowed her skirt to ride up another inch.
"Excuse me, I'm not used to beautiful girls draping themselves over me on
Tuesday mornings." They both smiled at each other, Charles was puzzled at what was a very blunt pick-up, what did this forward young girl want? He was easily old enough to be her father.
"Excuse me young lady.."
"Call me Beth," the smiling girl interrupted, propping her chin on her knitted fingers. Charles found himself uncomfortable with her smiling eyes only inches from his.
"Beth, then. What is it that you er..want?"
"I want a real man, a mature man, a strong, firm man." Beth dramatically
empathized the last three words. Charles was finding this direct approach rather beguiling.
"You were recommended by Mary, Remember Mary Bright?" Charles's eyebrows rose.
"I didn't think she would have a nice word..." Beth cut him off again.
"She didn't, she thinks you're a bastard, a real 'pervert' were her exact words." She was plainly enjoying his confused features. Charles went on the defensive, turning away to his drink.
"Piss off, leave me alone. I don't talk to blackmailers." he said bitterly.
Beth picked up her glass and drained the contents.
"Would you take me home?" Charles looked at her, mystified at her request.
"In plain English, tell me what you want," he sighed. The beautiful girl looked at him for five seconds before turning her eyes away and staring into the bottom of the empty glass.
"I want you," she stated softly.
"After what Mary told you? I suppose she went into details."
"Especially after what Mary told me," she said loudly. The glass stopped half way to his lips. He turned his head sharply and stared at her.
"What exactly do you want?" he asked coldly, suspicion etched across his brow.
"I want everything, and more.." Her hands were trembling, beads of perspiration gathered on her upper lip. Charles watched her carefully for a moment, any cobwebs in his brain long since gone. She broke the silence.
"I could be your passport to heaven." Charles's heart leapt in his chest. He gripped her shoulder, feeling her wince under the pressure.
"Aren't you afraid, I'm a stranger you know." Beth tore her eyes from the table and looked at him.
"Mary said you were a 'pervert', not a psychopathic monster." He relaxed his hold on her shoulder.
"We were together for six months, she liked it in the beginning," he said vacantly. Beth pointed a solitary finger at him.
"Wrong, only you liked 'it'. She went along because she was head over heels with you." She examined him for a moment. "Not your fault, you picked the wrong girl," she said lightly. Charles rose from the table and she followed him out.
The girl was rich, not just well off, rich. The flat stank of affluence, with wall to wall inch thick wool carpet and 14th. century oak furniture complimented by equally old paintings around the walls. Charles sank into a deep leather chair and accepted the whiskey and soda from her slim fingers. She knelt on the carpet and sat down on her heels, watching him silently.
"Tell me about it." Charles broke the electric atmosphere after he had taken a few sips of the whiskey.
"About what?" She asked, blushing slightly. Charles angrily banged his glass down on the coffee table.
"Don't play games with me, what do you want from me?"
"I need to be punished as a little girl by a angry 'daddy'." she quaked.
Charles relaxed and waited.
"I want to be treated like a baby," she whispered.
"Like a baby?" Said Charles, mystified. "Come here." Beth rose at the sharp command and stood in front of him. He reached out for her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. "I've only known naughty schoolgirls in the past."
"I'm wetting my diaper at the moment.." Beth had her eyes closed and a forefinger stuck in here mouth.
"What!" He exclaimed, lifting her up so she stood in front of him. "Lift your dress," he ordered. Beth did so, giving Charles the fright of his life. "Well I never! Is this what turns you on?" Beth looked sheepishly at him and nodded her head slowly.
"Now Daddy's got to change me," she goaded. Charles gulped the whiskey down and laid the glass aside. He opened his knees and pulled her in. He'd never seen an adult in a diaper before and the apparition before him was extremely erotic. Beth was wearing a adult sized replica of an infant's disposable diaper. He pushed a finger under the leg seal, surprised to find that Beth really had wet herself, his finger emerged shining of moisture. Charles slumped in the armchair and looked at her.
"What a bad girl you are, get undressed down to your diaper." He felt his penis grow as her tits sprang out of the bra. She folded each item of clothing carefully as it came off, her eyes never leaving his. Beth didn't need any prompting when he opened his knees for a second time. Charles reached out, cupping the warm plastic covered crotch and ripped open the two sticky tapes that fastened the diaper together. The disposable fell out of his hand to the floor between her legs.
"Pick it up Baby,"he commanded, finding the whole business extremely sensual, his cock was painfully swollen at the sight of her cunt. Beth's genitals were smooth as a baby's, not a wiff of pubic hair to be seen. She dutifully retrieved the diaper and handed it to him. The padded tissue 'soaker' was heavy with urine, she'd obviously been using it in the pub. He turned it inside out and held it towards her grimacing face.
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" He said sternly.
"Yes daddy," she muttered, sticking her thumb in her mouth. Charles dropped the disposable and stood up.
"I'll give you a minute to think about your punishment. Meanwhile, undress me."
Beth reacted instantly to the curt command, jumping up and slipping Charles's jacket off. He stood there quietly, allowing Beth to perform her task uninterrupted. She eased the waistband of his underpants over the throbbing erection and helped him step out of them. He pulled her close, their naked bodies touching lightly before he kissed her on the lips. She didn't respond, he didn't expect her to.
"You better close the curtains, the whole of Fulham can see us at the moment."
Charles watched her slim naked form float across the carpet and pull the drapes together. A frown crossed his brow.
"Why me? With a body like that you can have anyone.." Charles was unhappy about his circumstances, something smelt and he was on edge.
"Charles," Beth was disappointed that the atmosphere had been broken. "Why do you have to spoil everything? We've been over all this at the pub." Agitated, she scrabbled around in the desk and lit up a cigarette. "What more do you want to know?" she wearily asked, inhaling deeply. His erection had shrunk, the mood destroyed.
"All I want is the truth."
"Like what?" Beth dropped into a chair, crossing her legs.
"Where's your boyfriend.." He asked suspiciously.
"I don't have one." She saw the look on his face. "It's true, I'm gay"
"So, she's gay is she," he mimicked sarcastically. "Why didn't you tell me before?" Charles sat down and examined his fingernails.
"She's not here, err..away for the weekend." He smiled at her awkwardness.
"Tell me about her? Does she.." His voice died away, inviting her to continue.
"She's butch, you know, she's my 'mummy'," she mumbled, jumping as Charles shouted at her.
"So why me... And this time I want the truth!" The silence between the two naked strangers was almost comical. Beth's smile irritating Charles.
"The honest truth?"
"Please.." he replied dryly.
"I am a virgin..." She searched his eyes for signs of doubt. There was none.
"Men frighten me, they always have... Various 'Mummies' have always looked after me." Charles could see tears in her eyes, her breasts nesting in her crossed arms.
"Go on," he said gently.
"The problem is.." she whispered. "I enjoy being frightened, ..punished, but this time I want a man. A man who understands what a girl like me needs.."
"Come here," Charles patted his thigh. "Tell Daddy your problems.." Beth gratefully sat on the welcoming lap. They kissed, Charles fondling each breast before kneading her firm stomach. He pulled away, easily flipping her over so her ripe bottom was presented in the age old fashion for discipline. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air,
Charles's overpowering strength rendering her protests quite impotent, as he held both her wrists tightly in his left hand.
"I hope you're frightened now. there's no going back." he glanced down at her scared eyes, which were imploring him to stop. "You understand why I've got to beat you?"
"Please, please, go on.." she croaked hoarsely.
"Daddy doesn't like little girls who wet their diaper." He stroked her buttocks, feeling her flinch beneath him as he prised her cheeks apart. Her hairless mound beckoned him and goaded his desire, encouraged by stale urine wafting to his nostrils. Charles slapped her, not hard, the noise having the greatest impact on her uptight nerves.
"Daddy doesn't like smelly girls either." Beth yelped as a harder blow fell on her bottom, Charles grunted as a pale pink colour developed on her cheeks. "I hope you're not going to scream like a baby too, or Daddy might have to take precautions." The blows increased in tempo, each slap gradually a little harder than the last. Apart from gentle sobbing, Beth remained quiet, biting back on the pain. Charles stopped after he had struck her half a dozen times. The tears shredding themselves into the carpet. He bent down and kissed her on the bottom.
"My, your a brave girl, are you sorry?" He said, releasing her wrists and tentatively stroking her burning skin. Her hands fell to the floor, relishing the rush of blood to her deprived limbs. Charles helped the weeping girl to her feet, making her stand in front of him.
Beth cautiously touched her backside, pushing her damp, swollen vulva into his face.
She winced at her touch, precious moments allowing the pain to slowly revert to a warm glow. Sniffing, she kept her eyes directed at the floor. Charles pinched her chin and pulled her head up.
"You realize your punishment hasn't finished yet, don't you?" Beth's eyes opened wide.
"Please Daddy.." she implored. "No more!" Charles stood up and gripped the back of her neck.
"Bend over and grab your ankles!" He commanded sternly. Beth found her head being pushed violently between her knees, Charles reached down and held her pony tail.
"Foot up." He pushed as much of the hair under the sole of her foot as he could, Beth crying out with pain as she trod down on her hair, the weight of her leg making her head even lower. Charles pushed the other leg out, spreading her legs further before repeating the same exercise with the remaining pony tail. He rummaged around in the desk and returned with a roll of Sellotape. Most of the roll was used and when he had finished, both of her wrists were securely fastened to her ankles. He grinned with satisfaction at his handiwork, walking round the helpless girl.
"If you fall over, I'll beat you again, but much harder, do you understand?"
The menace in his tone left her no doubt that he was deadly serious.
"Yes,... What are you going to do?" She asked tentatively. Charles smiled and knelt down behind her, crouching down so he could see her face.
"What's this?" Beth, from her upside-down position, stared open eyed at his cock, which he rolled slowly in his right hand.
"Your penis.." She whispered.
"I'm going to fuck you, are you ready?" She screwed up her eyes, every muscle in her strained body beginning to ache.
"Quickly Daddy," she said urgently. "Do it now!" Beth gritted her teeth as she felt strong hands on her hips and his cock resting in the mouth of her vagina. Knowing she was a virgin, Charles pulled gently on her hips, her moist pussy stretching languidly to accommodate the healthy girth of his glands as they slid in. When he had squeezed an inch and a half of his erection into her tight orifice, he felt an obstruction and stopped, the thin layer of skin resisting further advances. He rested there for a moment, allowing her natural lubricants time to flow before softly pounding backwards and forwards, each time applying a little more pressure against the elastic barrier. Beth's moans increased with his tempo. As pressure increased deep within her, the moans turned to grunts; her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sensations around her clitoris were exquisite, each passing stroke sending a wave of pleasure rolling around her body. Her legs turned to jelly, the muscles in her thighs and calves melting before the onslaught. Charles's fingers felt like iron bars as they dug into her hips, easily supporting and manoeuvring her tired frame. Finally, He felt she was ready; her sexual arousal was at its peak, there would never be a better moment. He hauled back with his chest, pulling her hips with him. His cock thundered against her hymen, ripping it open instantly before thumping into the mouth of her cervix, its lightning journey abruptly halted by his pelvic bone hammering into her buttocks. Beth screamed as a searing pain tore away inside her and wrenched her eyes open, the make of Charles's drive almost throwing her over before he hauled back on her bruised hips. Charles stopped, his sharp pubic hairs itching the tender skin inside her thighs. For a few seconds he waited, his chest heaving up and down. Gradually, the pumping commenced, long, unrelenting intense sensual heat. Blood was pounding in her temples, her sight was becoming blurred as the beginning of orgasm mushroomed up from the depths of her loins. Charles was late with his own orgasm. Summoning up the last reserves of his strength, his tired arms locked onto Beth who had now totally collapsed as she erupted in pleasure. Three more powerful strides and his cock exploded inside her. Instantly, his own knees folded beneath him and they both crashed into the thick carpet.
Neither of them heard the key in the door as they lay together, completely spent in the aftermath of love-making. A Striking Brunette quietly closed the front door behind her, leaving a centimetre gap so as the latch didn't disturb the scene before her. The Woman lowered her shopping silently to the floor and crept gently across the room, her shoes totally silent on the luxurious carpet. She smiled down at the sleepy couple, amused at Beth's bonds which were still firmly gripping her limbs together. Blood was smeared around the insides of her thighs, mixed with their combined love juices. Beth's eyes opened first, she smiled up as the Woman broke the quiet. "Baby Darling, So you did it. What was it like?" The brunette smiled down at Beth, her eyes dreamy with pleasure.
"It was heavenly Darling, Can he stay?" Charles woke immediately, shock showing on his face.
"Mary?" He shook his head, rising to his feet. "I've been a fool, I should have guessed," he smiled wryly at her. Mary leant over and kissed him.
"Up to your old tricks I see, tieing up and deflowering my poor baby..can you cut her loose, she needs a bath." Charles grinned sheepishly at her, shaking his head. He found a pair of scissors in the desk and freed Beth, who groaned as blood started circulating again in her arms and legs. Mary helped her up and led her off towards the bathroom.
"Oh Charles?" Mary looked over her shoulder at her ex-boyfriend, struggling into his underpants.
"When are you coming back?" Charles looked puzzled.
"With your things silly, you are coming to stay, aren't you?" Mary laughed as he fitted two legs into one hole and toppled over.
"I'll be back in an hour."
"Good, you'll be in time to feed Beth her lunch," Both girls smiled at his puzzled face. "One other thing Charles..don't be late, or I'll be very angry. I think you know what I mean"
Charles turned beetroot and fumbled with his trousers.
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