Message-ID: <44416asstr$1064272207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Version: caremail 7.5.3401.0 From: "Emily van Haankden" <emilyvhaankden@care2.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <F38529691364D2D448C52BD75162AF5B@emilyvhaankden.care2.com> X-Priority: Normal Reply-To: esf-stories@yahoogroups.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 19:16:43 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} Working Mum Piss Whore: 2 {Emily van Haankden} (F+ M+ bb ws inc ped best) Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 19:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/44416> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Help the planet each day! It's free and easy: http://www.Care2.com/dailyaction/ <1st attachment, "WorkingMumPissWhore2.txt" begin> This is a work of ADULT fiction. It is contains highly graphic depictions of extreme sexual behaviour. It is not suitable for children under the age of 18. --------------------------------------------- Story Codes: F+ M+ bb ws inc ped best Working Mum Piss Whore: 2 --------------------------------------------- by Emily Web | http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ESF/www FTP | http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ESF/ --------------------------------------------- I woke up confused: something was missing; something was strange, and something smelt. It took me a moment to realise the missing thing was my boyz coming to wake up their mummy in the morning. I felt a stab to my tummy and regretted being away from them. The strange thing was the unfamiliar lumps of the bloke lying next to me, happily asleep after Day One of his partie de libertinage, with a whole new day of depravity to wake up to. Oh, and the smelly thing was me. I could smell the faint scent of urine in my hair. I stood under the shower for a couple of minutes, washing yesterday off me (and having a sly pee too, enjoying the warm pee running down the insides of my legs). Wrapping my long blonde hair in a large white fluffy towel, I wandered into the kitchen to hunt down some very much needed coffee. A woman I hadn't seen before was clearing up. I said a nice 'hello' but she just pulled a strange face. "Shit!" I thought to myself, you forget about being naked around strangers in this job. Oh well, too late, she'd just have to deal with it. I fumbled with the coffee maker as she scrubbed around with embarrassed vigour. I took my coffee and a doughnut the housekeeper had brought, and went and sat in the living room, feeling quite alone in a house full of people. I was feeling that the whole weekend stay was a bad idea. If I'd had a car, I'd of seriously thought about driving back home. I stared out the window at heavy English skies - cloudy with the threat of a shower. Bored, I pottered back to bed. I passed by the housekeeper who was angrily muttering to herself, clearing the bathroom I'd been pissed on by everyone last night. It made me smile, and for a moment I thought how funny it would be if I pissed on her. Then I remembered what comes naturally to me would mega gross-out to her - probably. I wonder why piss is such a big deal for most people? It seems harmless enough, just fun to play with. Too much potty training I guess. I snuggled down back into bed, warming myself against Patrick's radiator toastie body. I woke up again. It was later, quite a bit later, Patrick's lump had gone (but I could hear him in the shower). Instead I was looking into Jenica's bright-eyed sunny morning smile as she lay on top of the covers next to me. "Hey, come on sleepy head, we've got stuff to do!" Not taking sleepy indifference for an answer, she tugged me up, pulled the towel off my head, and started to energetically comb my tangle hair, while telling me how lovely long and blonde it was! I wanted to be with my boyz. Or I wanted to roll Jenica into bed with me and have a sexy snuggle. Or I wanted to chill in some quiet space on my own. Anything really, except get in a van with a bunch of randy leery blokes and perform again. So I put my foot down ... and everyone completely ignored it. Lindsey and Adam had voted to go to a Saturday antiques fair. Chris and Gareth had decided to say at the house and go fly fishing in the lake (no, I don't understand it either - some people just don't seem to spot the difference between chilling and boring). Marika, Agneta, Bill and Scott had the energy to take the mountain bikes out. All very outdoorsy. My husband Robert had disappeared off somewhere. Which left me and Patrick and Jenica. Jenica wanted to go horse riding. She'd already voluntarily helped the housekeeper muck-out the stables this morning. Country-girls, what can you do with them? No one fancied my suggestion, going to the outlet centre up off the Motorway to see what passed for shops out here in the sticks. My granddad taught me to ride up in North Yorkshire when I was little. But that was a distressingly long time ago. My sister Emily was the show jumper, elegantly flying over fences. I was the hanger-on-fairly-successfully, inelegantly bouncing around. Jenica helped with all the tackle, and it was clear Patrick knew which end of a horse you drive. and Jenica promised a gentle stroll round the lake: no wild galloping, hardly even a canter. It felt really good to be in the saddle again. Emily's always trying to get me to go out with her. But i'm always so busy. We climbed up away from the guest house, over the watershed that divided our lake from the next one, and down into a charming wooded valley. You could almost hear the elves and the pixies in the shadows. We dismounted after trailing for just over an hour. The muscles in my groin were telling me something: ouch! I had to do some stretching exercises to help loosen me up. Sadly it was too cool and cloudy for a bit of skinny-dipping. Though the lake looked very clean and inviting. I had that, "oh here we go, back to work" attitude, assuming that a bit of rustic group sex was about the break out amongst the still leafless trees. But instead we sat on the edge of the lake, drinking coffee from a flask and eating doughnuts, and just chatted. It was nice, relaxed, unpressured. and then it occurred to me, the reason for my bad attitude this morning - my period was coming a couple of days early. Patrick gave a dirty gin. Jenica asked if my I had any pain. Luckily, I don't usually suffer for my periods. Jenica, in her earth-mother guise, divined that a thunderstorm was brewing. So we rode on, round, and back. The others were still all out, so Patrick asked if we'd like to come with him back to bed. Sounded like a plan to me. So Jenica and I trooped back to the bedroom. Patrick humped Jenica, but I have to say, I didn't take much notice. I rolled on to my side, making myself as comfy as possible, and let the soft fucking of the other two rocking the bed lull me to a light sleep. I woke alone. Showered and dressed in a translucent patterned dress, through which you could see my sheer white see-through panties and my braless boobs. I thought it looked natural and sexy; nice without trying too hard. You could just hear that something was going on in the main room before you got there. Of course, I expected some sort of hanky-panky. But i didn't expect to see Jenica lying on the floor, head on a pillow to lift it up slightly, with Marika feeding a large dog's large inflamed blood-red cock into Jenica's small mouth. The housekeeper I'd bumped into in the morning was holding the dog steady by his collar. She was wearing a huge frown, but otherwise seemed to be collaborating in the bestial performance. All the guys seemed to be in various stages of happy stunned amazement. Either wanking themselves off, or fucking Lindsey (Chris) and Agneta (Scott). Patrick waved me over and patted his lap for me to sit on. I lent down and told him my period had started, and he asked if I was alright, and when I nodded he said, "Great - all the more moist!". So I sat on him, with my back to him. He tugged the sting of my tanga from out of my arse crack, I pulled out my tampon, and he felt his way into pushing his cock up into my messy wet pussy. He fucked me with only half a mind, as we both watched Jenica, and occasionally Marika, sucking the dog off. I'm not sure what sort of dog it was - aside from a large one - some mongrel. But it was very well behaved. Often dogs can get very jumpy when they're having sex, or you're having sex with them. So the oblivious thought was - it had done this before. With Patrick's cock up me, and Jenica being so exquisitely disgusting, it was easy to lightly finger myself and bring myself up to being very aroused - dickie tummy notwithstanding. Watching the dog shoot his watery cum over Jenica's young fresh face brought frank off, squeezing his spunk up my soaking pussy. I continued to sit on him, and let his cock get smaller and smaller inside me, until it slipped out. I stood and turned round, and licked his cock and balls clean of my blood and his spunk. Lindsey's husband led the housekeeper and her dog out. Presumably to pay her off for the extra service. Chris announced he needed a piss, and Lindsey got up and took my hand, and lead me back to the bathroom I'd spent last night. I wasn't really up for it. The handcuff hurt after a while and my mood was a lot more dommie than subbie, but this was work, and sometimes you just have to do get on with it. Lindsey said if I started to feel too unwell, to just let her know, but I said I'd be fine. Once she'd set me up, she waited while Chris did his business. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, so that he could piss right on my face and I couldn't turn away. It was a rough piss; smelly and yellow and hard. I didn't drink it. The bits that slid into my mouth tasted too sour. I just spat it out in big fountains that ran down my neck and over my nice dress. My boobs, with the wet material clinging to them, become even more prominent as the material became transparent and my nipples hardened in the hot pee. When he'd finished, Lindsey sneaked the chance to piss on me too. But she was much more soft and sweet, and slow. I drank her pee, which was nearly clear, and licked her pussy as she pissed me up. Chris wanked himself up real hard watching Lindsey, and when she'd finished, he laid her over the toilet, so that the toilet seat was under her tummy, mounted her from behind, and fucked her. In her cunt first, but then up her cute arse. Lindsey took it very well and Chris pumped away happily until he was nearly ready, when he whipped his cock out of her arse, and pushed it into my mouth. It grabbed hold of the back of my head and under my chin, and roughly face-fucked me, in a few moment, he came down my throat. I choked and coughed up a slug of cum from my lungs, but Chris seemed to like that. After that, no one came to see me for what seemed like an hour. Agneta popped her face round. She was very chatty. She'd taken some coke. She sat on the toilet, having a piss, and talked at me about the whole dog thing, the housekeeper, how nice my Robert was, what a bitch Marika was and not to trust her. Marika came in and Agneta did that unsophisticated silence thing. Working girls are just the worst bitchy gossips. Bill came in right after Marika, so she did a proper show for him, and pissed over my breasts. Bill had difficulty pissing, what with three women watching him, and only managed erratic spurts that shot out at random angles. So he only pissed in my face briefly, but also tinkled down the back of Marika's leg, and over Agneta's ankles. I don't think us laughing helped him either. I was just mopping up the floor a bit with a wad of toilet paper - it gets uncomfortable sitting in a puddle of piddle - when I heard something out the corner of my ear. Even though I didn't really hear it, my heart raced, because in some deep physical level, I knew exactly what I hadn't quite just heard. My little Owen's sunny four-year-old face beamed at the doorway. He didn't notice that his mum was half naked, nor wet and stinking with piss, nor sitting on the cold floor, one hand raised and handcuffed to the towel rail. He just saw his mummy, and ran head long into my free arm, to bundle his head tight against my piss wet cold chest. Stan toddled in behind, holding his father's hand. I was so stunned, I couldn't speak. Robert shouted "Surprise!" and my boyz repeated it after their father, "Surprise! Surprise! Mummy!", jumping up and down with excitement. Lindsey and Jenica poked their heads round the door. Lindsey came and unhandcuffed me, while Jenica picked Stan up and held him to her large bare breasts, and made a fuss of him. Robert was obviously extremely pleased with himself. "I thought after this you'd like to spend a couple of days out of the city with me and boys ... I know how you don't like to be bothered at work honey ..." he winked, "but I checked with the lads first". He shooed Lindsey and Jenica out of the bathroom and closed the door, unzipped himself, and started to relief himself over me. And not just a small pee, but that "I've been driving up the motorway sitting on a full bladder for the last hundred miles and now i'm really going to pee good" sort of pee. It went on and on, and quickly all my three boyz were standing in a growing pee lake which was advancing to escape under the door. All I could do was sit there, patiently being pissed on, as my eldest boy took out his little willy and joined his father in pissing on me too. His four year old willy arched a stream of pee taller and longer than his little body. Stan was just happy ripping up little bits of toilet paper, and dropping on to the wet floor, to watch them sail away in the eddies of urine. Robert and Owen finally finished and I could get up, drenched. We trudged out to the room where Lindsey and Ii had our stuff. I slipped out of my wet things and into a large towel, and took my Robert to bed, while our boyz sat on the floor, watching telly. I went down on all fours for Robert, who gentled gelled my arse before softly fucking it. I described to Robert Jenica's earlier dog sucking. That made him very excited. He'd never seen anything like that, except on porn videos. We had to listen to Nick Jr on the telly as we fucked, but my boyz had to listen to their mum and then their dad cum while they tried to watch their favourite cartoons. We were all used to it, it's a family thing. Owen got undressed and joined us in bed. I rubbed willy until it was bone hard. He loves that. I tell him it'll make him more manly, and he likes that too. He likes being made to feel the man. It's always relaxed him before falling asleep. I fell asleep, sandwiched by my boyz. I knew I'd missed them all, but seeing them made me realise I'd missed them even more than I'd realised. I decided whole weekends away thing was a bad idea. I'd stick to evening work in future. I woke up early on Sunday. Really early. My boyz made sure of that. I took them over to the main house, and hunted down some brekkie for them. "Auntie" Jenica was already up. Apparently she'd never been able to break the farm habit of getting up at the crack of dawn. She played with the boyz and told me of the rest of the night's gossip. Lindsey had had to take my place as the piss slut, and for Patrick, Gareth, Chris and Bill, they'd had a small scat scene, with Patrick shitting on his wife's chest. Pity I missed that. The guys then played with Marika, Agneta and Jenica - blindfolding the girls, do had to guess who was fucking them, or get ten lashes of the whip. Jenica stood up, pulled down her knickers and showed me her arse. Ouch! It was a crisscross of angry red slashes. Well I'm glad I missed that. I prefer the whipping to the being whipped, given a choice. Jenica took the boyz to feed the horses so I could shower and dress in peace. Patrick slipped into the shower with me - he said Robert said it was cool. I said I didn't need his permission. We did that wet slippery soaked fuck thing. I held on to the shower head with both hands, my legs wrapped round Patrick's waist, and Patrick pumped me with a perky early morning vigour. When he finished, he nimbly stepped out, called out, and started to dry himself down while Robert stepped in. I resumed the position and let my husband have his early morning constitutional fuck. I weed myself as we fucked. It felt nice. Jenica brought the boyz back, and Robert transferred his cock to my sore bum. We left just before lunch. Robert asked me how I found it all. He always thinks it must be fun fun fun. But I told him I'd struggled to get into it, my period had come (yes, he hadn't noticed), and I missed the boyz so much. so I wasn't going to work a whole weekend away again. Robert was surprised. But I'd got to know Jenica more, and we'd really liked each other. And Lindsey and Patrick more too - lovely people. You know, so being a whore has it's big up sides, you certainly learn a lot that way. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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