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Brian had been hidden in the little room for about two and a half hours, and he had watched through the two-way mirror while Tanya had serviced three clients. He was in equal measures appalled and delighted to have witnessed what a whore Tanya was. He had always suspected that his stepdaughter had loose morals, but to be able to see her exchanging sexual favours for money, to have his worst suspicions about her confirmed, gratified the perverse man immensely.
The door opened and Rachel came back into the room. Brian had stood up to stretch his legs as he had been sat down for a long time. There was not a lot of space to move around in the little room, so he stood on the spot doing some leg stretches, and this made Rachel laugh as she saw him when she came back into the room.
“OK now. How are you doing?” she asked.
“Good,” he replied. “It’s so cramped in here, though. Do you have to keep locking that door?”
“Well, I don’t want Tanya, or anyone else, finding you in here, OK? So yes, I will keep it locked.”
“What if I need to leave, though?”
“Well, you can’t leave just yet. I can’t have you just wandering around in here. If you want to go you’ll have to wait until Tanya is in the toilet or something.”
“I don’t want to go just yet. I want to see more.”
“So, you’re enjoying the show so far then?”
“It has been interesting,” mused Brian. “I don’t know if I’m enjoying it though.”
“OK, me and Tanya have an appointment in about half an hour. Do you want another drink?”
“Yes, and I’m really hungry,” he complained.
“Well, did you bring any lunch?” asked Rachel with a smile.
“I didn’t think to.”
“OK, I’ll bring you something to eat, and another cup of tea.”
“Yes. And I’m busting for a wee.”
“Well, like I said, you can’t walk around while Tanya is here. Not unless you want her to see you. OK, I’ll bring you something you can piss in as well.”
Rachel left the room again. Brian heard her lock the door. He did some more stretches for a few minutes, then sat back down and killed time by playing a puzzle game on his phone.
About fifteen minutes later, Rachel came back with a ham sandwich on a plate, another mug of tea, and a large glass jug.
“So, you can pee in this,” she said, holding up the jug
“Thanks,” he replied.
As soon as she left, Brian picked up the jug and urinated into it. He was surprised by how much urine he produced, the jug was almost full when he finished. He stood the jug of piss in the corner of the room and sat down on the swivel chair to eat his lunch.
While Brian was eating his sandwich, Tanya and Rachel were getting ready for the arrival of their next customer, Mr Squires.
Mr Squires was a man of very refined tastes. He liked to see both girls together, and he liked them to be dressed in a certain way. Tanya had taken her lingerie off and dressed in a sheer pink nightie with a frilly collar that looked very pretty as it clung to her body.
Rachel put on a black under-bust corset that left her breasts exposed, thigh-high stockings and long gloves, all made of shiny, black latex. Her costume was considerably harder to put on than Tanya’s, and Tanya had to help Rachel get dressed, using talcum powder and a shoehorn.
When they had finished dressing, the girls heard the doorbell ring, two short rings then a long one: it was Mr Squires. The girls both put on masks, a black latex balaclava for Rachel and a latex pig’s head mask for Tanya. Tanya went to answer the door and Rachel went in the bedroom and thickly applied some red lipstick, looking in the mirror.
On the other side of the mirror, Brian was so surprised by Rachel’s change in attire that he stopped eating his sandwich and stared at her in wonder as she painted her lips. His wonder increased when she finished painting her lips and started applying the lipstick to her nipples as well, drawing around each of then until they were both bright red.
Tanya answered the door wearing her pig mask. Mr Squires, a tall, imposing man with a shock of white hair and thick framed glasses, was stood on the porch of the massage parlour, holding an enormous bunch of pink roses.
“Tanya, is that you, my girl?” he said in an avuncular manner. “Or is it just a gorgeous little piglet?
“Oink oink,” replied Tanya, and giggled.
He embraced her tightly, squeezing her bum with the hand he wasn’t holding the flowers with, and inhaling deeply through his nose to enjoy the smell of the latex of her mask.
Tanya showed Mr Squires into the front room, and took his tweed jacket and hung it on the coat rack. She then fetched him a cup of tea from the kitchen and put the roses in a vase of water.
Mr Squires sat in the front room on the sofa. “Good little piggy,” he said to Tanya as she handed him the tea cup.
“Oink,” she said.
Rachel appeared at the doorway, in her shiny, black latex glory. Her long red pony tail was pulled out through the hole at the crown of the head in her mask. Her lips and antalya travesti eyelids were immaculately made-up, and her full breasts were proudly on display, her nipples large and crimson.
“Ah-ha, Rachel, my darling!” Mr Squires cried when he saw her. “You look so beautiful. So perfect, desirable and sophisticated. Especially when compared to slutty little Tanya. My cute, little, piggy fuck-box.” He slapped Tanya on the behind and she squealed.
The unusual thing about Mr Squires, apart from his dashing appearance, piercing eyes and strong hands was that he worked as a teacher at the academy that both Tanya and Rachel used to attend. After his wife had died of pancreatic cancer last year, Mr Squires had taken to whoring in order to fulfil his sexual needs. It was a small city, there were only half a dozen or so massage parlours, and Mr Squires was too much of an upstanding citizen to pick up street-walkers. So, he had become a regular at Reflections.
It had been a little awkward at first. A few years ago he had been teaching them about longshore drift, the hole in the ozone layer and the coral reefs in Australia, now he was paying them for sexual favours. And not just everyday favours, either. Mr Squires was kinky. The masks he liked the girls to wear were only the tip of the iceberg.
Who would have thought that such a seemingly straight-laced pillar of the community would be a whoremonger, a latex fetishist, and a pervert? Certainly not the other teachers at the Academy, or the other members of the adult voice choir he was part of, or the sister-in-law who had comforted him through his bereavement.
It had been awkward and a little embarrassing for Rachel at first, but she soon got used to spanking her former teacher’s bottom and dressing up in the outfits he gave her. A job is a job, after all. He was handsome too, she had always liked him. And he was very generous with his tips which made it all OK.
“Mr Squires, so nice to see you, sir.” Rachel’s luscious red lips smiled through the hole in her facemask. “Well, how have you been? Have you been a naughty boy, do you need to go down to my dungeon?”
“No, no,” said Mr Squires. “I don’t think we’ll have time for that today. I just popped here in my lunch-break. I can’t stay long. The bedroom will be fine.”
“I got dressed up in all of this and you’re not staying long?” Rachel sounded peeved. “It took me bloody ages to put this stuff on.”
“Rachel, you look gorgeous,” he embraced her and kissed the top of her head through the mask as he spoke. “I’ll be back later in the week and I want you dressed exactly the same, and I’ll pay you for the whole evening. But now, I don’t have much time, we must get moving.”
The three of them came into the bedroom. Brian sat up in his chair and studied the peculiar trio from his vantage point behind the two-way mirror. He recognised his stepdaughter even with her pig mask on. He admired the way the black latex emphasised Rachel’s naturally curvy form. And the big man in the checked shirt and corduroy trousers looked familiar to him, he thought, but he could not think where from.
Mr Squires kissed Rachel on the lips while Tanya helped him undress. Then he had the two girls bend over and show him their bottoms.
When Tanya lifted the hem of her nightie, he studied her buttocks and said “You’re getting spotty again, girl. Are you eating a lot of sweets and junk-food?”
“No, sir,” said Tanya.
“Then why is your bottom so spotty?”
“Well, she scarfed down about five jam doughnuts this morning,” said Rachel, peeling down her rubber knickers and displaying her broad, pale buttocks to him as she spoke.
“No, I did not!” squeaked Tanya. “It was only three.”
“Tanya, what have I told you? Sugar gives you bad skin. You don’t want a spotty botty, do you? Be a good piggy and eat fruit and veg instead, like I told you.” He moved on to contemplate Rachel’s arse cheeks instead. “See how smooth and clear Rachel’s skin is?”
He told the girls to pull there buttocks apart and show him their bumholes. Giggling, they fulfilled his request. He sniffed Tanya’s swollen, brown anus first, and then Rachel’s cute, little, pink hole, enjoying their smell. At his instruction, the girls took their hands away so their parted buttocks closed, and he stared at their asscheeks for a few moments more.
He kissed Rachel’s magnificent, muscular behind on either of its cheeks. “Such a big, beautiful behind! How could I resist giving a kiss to such a sexy pair of cheeks?” he said.
“Aren’t you going to kiss mine as well?” interjected Tanya from inside her pig mask.
“What was that?” said Mr Squires, looking up from the bottom he was kissing.
“I think she said that you should kiss her arse!” chortled Rachel.
“How incredibly rude!” cried Mr Squires.
“That’s what I thought,” said Rachel.
“I wasn’t being rude!” whined Tanya.
“You always were a cheeky young lady,” chided Mr Squires. “What do we do with izmir travesti cheeky young ladies, Rachel?”
“Well, um, we spank their cheeks, I suppose?” said Rachel.
“Correct, well done!” Mr Squires boomed.
“Oh, please no,” whined Tanya. “Don’t spank me, I promise not to be rude again.”
“Never mind that, my girl! Do as you are told,” the impassioned geography teacher roared.
Tanya squeaked with surprise at the loudness of his voice.
“Oh, please sir, please don’t have me spanked,” Tanya wheedled. “Please no, not on my bum, Mr Squires.”
Mr Squires? That sounds familiar, thought Brian. And then he realised where he recognised the punter from. Brian had helped out on a field trip Tanya had gone on that the old boy had been in charge of a few years ago. Yes, it definitely was him. He even spoke like a teacher. And here he was in a massage parlour meddling with two girls that he was old enough to be a grandfather to. What a pervert, thought Brian, with a slight shake of his head.
Mr Squires sat on the bed with his back to the mirror. Brian had to move his seat to continue watching what the girls were doing. Rachel sat down on the wooden chair in her squeaking rubber, smiling broadly under her mask. Tanya led across Rachel’s lap, Rachel pulled up her pink nightie, revealing her rounded bum cheeks.
“OK. Naughty girl!” whooped Rachel. She brought the flat of her hand down hard on Tanya’s bare bottom. Tanya yelped.
Mr Squires, naked and sat back on the bed, was lazily pulling at his semi-erect penis while he watched the girls. Brian, who was stood up with his trousers around his ankles and looking through the mirror and over the other man’s shoulder, was already fully erect and masturbated while he watched.
Rachel gave Tanya’s backside another few slaps, causing pained whimpers from Tanya and approving grunts from Mr Squires.
Rachel stopped spanking Tanya, held her gloved hand up and looked at it, and said “Ow! That really hurts my hand, you know? Tanya you’ve got a really bony butt!”
“It’s not exactly comfortable for me either!” complained Tanya.
“Tanya, you are not supposed to be talking while you have your mask on,” said Mr Squires. “Rachel, use the spanker, that is what it is for.”
“The spanker?” asked Rachel, then remembered the hand-shaped black paddle Mr Squires had given her earlier. “Oh, OK, this thing! Of course! I forgot I had it.”
She gave Tanya’s already sore buttocks an experimental whack with the spanker. Tanya yelped and shouted “Ow! Oh, you bitch!”
“OK, quiet Tanya. You’re a pig remember. You’re only supposed to squeal or say ‘oink’.” Rachel chided her colleague and then gave her pink bum another stroke with the paddle.
“Ow!” she yelped. “I mean oink.”
Rachel slapped Tanya’s sore bottom again, then looked at the paddle. “Well, this makes it much easier. I could hit her arse for hours with this.” She waved the paddle in the air, then brought it down on Tanya’s bottom as hard as she could, making the unfortunate girl shriek with pain.
“Naughty little piggy!” said Rachel, and smacked Tanya’s stinging bottom again.
Tanya shrieked louder. “Ow, Rachel. That really hurt. Can’t you go a bit gentler?”
“Well, it’s supposed to be punishment for you being rude, OK? So, it’s supposed to hurt.” She hit her again. Rachel was grinning broadly, her lips and teeth visible through the mouth hole of her mask as she spanked her friend.
“Please stop!” howled Tanya, sounding close to tears.
“One more,” wheezed Mr Squires.
“Last one!” announced Rachel cheerfully, and brought the paddle down on Tanya’s reddening buttocks.
Tanya wailed.
“And one for luck!” shouted Rachel, bringing the paddle down again as hard and as fast as she could on poor Tanya’s sore bottom, making her scream with surprise and pain.
Tanya slid off of Rachel’s lap and lay on the carpet, holding her bum and wailing.
Rachel was giggling. Mr Squires congratulated her, “Good job, Rachel.”
Tanya got up from the floor and went to the mirror, and turned to face away from it. “That really hurt!” she whinged. She held up the hem of her nightie and looked over her shoulder, peeking out from under her pig mask to examine the reflection of her sore cheeks. “Look at it! It’s all red. Thanks, Rachel, I’m probably going to have a bruise there. You’re such a bitch at times, Rachel.”
“OK, I know,” said Rachel happily, still grinning.
On the other side of the glass, Brian stared in wonder at Tanya’s spanked bum, which was barely a foot away from him. He was delighted. How nicely the other girl had spanked her. Brian only wished he had been the one to administer the much needed and deserved punishment to his wayward stepdaughter’s bottom.
“Come here, Tanya,” said Mr Squires, patting the bed besides him. “Come and lie down and I’ll kiss it better for you. You said you wanted me to kiss it.”
Tanya led on her front on the bed with her head propped up on her hands. Mr Squires crouched next to her, and lifted her nightie. “Oh, poor little piggy!” he simpered. “Such a sore looking little bum.” He kissed each of her cheeks in turn. “There, there, daddy will kiss it better.”
As he continued to kiss Tanya’s bum, he called to Rachel, who was absent-mindedly playing with her long ponytail that projected from the top of her mask. “Rachel, you did a beautiful job of spanking Tanya’s bum.”
“Well, thank you. I enjoyed doing it.”
“Oh, really?” Mr Squires was intrigued by this hitherto hidden sadistic streak in Rachel.
“Oh, yes. It’s just as well I had my rubber knickers on or I would’ve made a wet-patch on the chair.”
“Dirty bitch,” muttered Tanya.
“OK, stop being rude, Tanya, or, well, I’ll spank you again.”
Tanya looked back over her shoulder, lifted up her mask and mouthed “bitch” at her friend. Rachel stuck out her tongue in response.
“Rachel,” said Mr Squires, ignoring the girls’ bickering. “You did such a beautiful job with Tanya, I want you to do the same to me.”
“Oh, OK then,” said Rachel. She stood up, her latex outfit squeaking as she moved, and came and stood by the bed holding the paddle. She looked at his arse for a moment, it was certainly a lot bigger than Tanya’s. “Naughty boy, Mr Squires!” she yapped, and hit his rear end with the spanker as hard as she could.
He yelled loudly, making both Tanya and Brian jump with fright. Mr Squires had apparently been taken off guard and hadn’t been expecting the stroke.
Rachel laid into him, swinging the paddle like a champion ping pong player, battering his fat bum at a fearsome rate.
“Oh oh oh! Rachel, stop!” he bellowed. She stopped and grinned at him. “Calm down, my girl. I want it slow and steady, you see?”
“Oh, OK,” said Rachel.
“Yeah, Rachel,” said Tanya, rolling over. “Not so fast, you silly bitch!”
“Mr Squires, she’s being rude again!” shouted Rachel.
“All right, everybody calm down. Piggy, be quiet, and come here, I’ve got a sausage for you,” he said and knelt up on the bed. His prick had at last become erect. He had Tanya crouch in front of him, and suck his prick through the mouth-hole of her pig mask. Rachel, meanwhile, delivered ten stout, steady strokes to the eccentric old gent’s backside.
Tanya slurped and sucked on his twitching prick, glad to finally be doing something she enjoyed. Rachel admired how the strokes she had delivered with the paddle had turned Mr Squires once white bottom a pleasing shade of pink.
After this, Mr Squires said he was ready. He wanted to look at Tanya’s sore bum while they had sex, so he had her crouch on all fours facing the mirror.
Brian could see Tanya’s grey eyes looking into the mirror through the eyeholes of her pig mask, staring straight at him but unable to see him. He found the grotesque mask quite disconcerting.
While Tanya and Mr Squires fucked, rubberized Rachel lay down on the bed underneath them, looking up at her former geography teacher’s shaved prick going into her best friend’s tight little pussy. After every dozen thrusts or so into Tanya’s cunt, Mr Squires would withdraw his cock and angle it downwards into Rachel’s mouth to allow her to suck on it for a few moments, before stuffing it back between Tanya’s swollen pussy-lips.
“Can you taste my twat on his dick?” Tanya asked Rachel.
“Well, yes,” came the reply. “It tastes a bit fishy. Perhaps you need a wash?”
“Oh, you cheeky cow. Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Mr Squires had started to fuck Tanya at a faster rate, he had also pushed the index finger of one hand up her anus to feel around inside her bum while he fucked her.
“That’s right, sir,” said Rachel, rubbing the top of her friend’s pussy with her fingers while it was fucked. “Treat her like she’s your bitch.”
“Such a cute little arse!” he wheezed. He slapped Tanya’s bum with his hand, and she squealed. “Do you think I should cum on it?”
“You should pull it out of my pussy and cum on her tits,” moaned Tanya.
“Oh, yeah!” said Rachel. “I love it when guys cum on my tits.” She squeezed her big, soft breasts together between her hands, holding them up to provide a target for him.
“Oh yes, Rachel, you have such a fine pair of tits I would be glad to cover them with my cum!” he boomed. “Just a few moments more, I feel it is close.” He thrust away in Tanya’s tight twat, gasping as he felt his orgasm building up within him. “So close! Try tickling my balls, my darling!” he cried to Rachel.
Rachel’s hand’s went upwards, one hand stroking the teacher’s swinging ball sack, and the other fiddling with Tanya’s pussy.
“Oh, you dirty cow!” shouted Tanya when she felt her friend interfering with her vagina. “Oh yes, I like it when you finger me.”
Mr Squires pulled his prick out of Tanya’s pussy, and Rachel grabbed hold of it in one hand and pointed it at her delicious boobs. His cum squirted out over Rachel’s breasts and she grinned happily as he came on her. Poor Tanya was a little sad that Mr Squires had not finished inside her, but she soon cheered up when Rachel rubbed her off while Mr Squires sat down on the bed and watched.
Tanya was glad to take off the pig mask as it was making her head very sweaty.