1. Pedo Cure


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Cock & ball torture, Consensual Sex, Prostitution, Torture, Author: Allthwaite, Rating: 20, Source: sexstories.com

    Wallop, on the pavement makes me feel like I done something with me life. "It ain't that at all love," I said and I blushed red as a beetroot, "It a sense of duty see." “So what does turn you on?” she asked. “Pretty girl, nothing fancy, stockings and a basque maybe?” I explained. “Many people think you are yourself a repressed pedophile, what do you say?” she asked. “Bollocks” I replied, “Why would anyone think that?” “No, oh no, it’s just I have this friend,” she said and she handed me a card, "She sometimes provides services to help guests relax." I looked at the card, it was more a menu and fucking two fifty for straight ain't my idea of value. This actress bint waiting with me gave me this icy stare. "You just want meaningless anonymous paid sex?" she asked. "Basically," I agreed." "You're sick!" she said. "Miss Hastings, please!" the researcher cautioned, then changing to a concilliatory tone she added "Will you show us the plans Mr Allthwaite, and the prototype anal hook?" I reached in me bag and fetched out a folder of plans and a crude mock up of an ass hook, I had made, a modified black dildo with spikes laid flat along the sides from the tip so when you pushed the end they sort of sprang out. Well it wasn't going to fall out easily! "Push in, and then pull back and the six little hooks spring out," I explained. "How do you get it out?" the actresss asked. "Why would you want to?" I asked, “It really wants a hook on t'other end," I said. "Why?" she asked. "Hang the ...
    pedos handbag on why else?" I explained, then when she never realised I was joking, I added, "To hang then from a Lamp post by." "Yes!" she said, "Of course." "If I can get the government to back it I could get a few thousand made up quick smart," I said as I pointed at the drawing, "The best one is the one with the streamlined end to make it easier to shove up their ass." The researcher suddenly looked up, “Oh, my controller says to hold the item over, sorry Mr Allthwaite, do you mind?” she says, “Would you excuse me?” and she scuttled away. I waited and waited, they called the actress through and then the show was over and I wasn’t on, “What the fuck’s on?” I asked but no body gave a fuck so in the end I cleared off. I looked at the card. It said her name was Lola and she worked in a little flat just round the corner from the studios. I rang the mobile number, she told me her real name was Hayley and she was from Bradford but she had to pretend to be Lithuanian to get a job. She said give her ten minutes and told me where the flat was. I wandered round there, it was quite a nice place really, “Lola?” I queried as she opened the door. It was the sodding researcher. “Sorry,” she said, “Got you here under false pretences but Im doing a," she gasped as I lifted her short skirt and hooked a thumb in her knickers pulling them down. “No really," she said, but I flashed a wad of notes, “Oh lord, Ok if I must!" she sighed as she let me close the door behind us, “But I have to be back ...
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