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First Published: 09 February 2016

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You Need Excitement in Your Life
Part Two, A Burglar in my Back Passage

by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/FF, First-time Anal, Intergenerational, Crime, Prostitution, Incest, Father/Daughter

My father brought me a gift to celebrate six months since I moved in; he'd turned up early on Saturday morning at my flat, he was so used to me going out running at the crack of dawn that he turned up at nine o'clock expecting me to have already finished my run. What he couldn't have known was that I'd been to London the night before with Mark and I'd climbed the front of a ten story block of flats, using their balconies and the lightening conductor to get in to the penthouse suit and relieve the owner of the flat of his takings from the races on Saturday. I didn't even know the guy's name; all I knew was that he was an on-track bookmaker who kind of played down his profits in his dealings with the tax man, which is why he couldn't put his cash bag in the overnight safe at his local bank.

The man was so arrogant or sure of himself that he didn't even bother locking the doors from his bedroom onto his balcony and I didn't just find that days takings, I found a stash of cash that would have choked a whole herd of elephants, he must have been holding back money for the best part of a year, it was well worth a fingernail breaking one hundred and thirty foot climb up a vertical wall.

I got in home at eight o'clock so I'd only been home an hour when my dad woke me up. I was in bed naked, it was a good thing that I was alone and Mark had to drop me off and run so he could get rid of the stolen car before the streets warmed up too much, I dread to think what my father's reaction would be to finding me in bed with a man who was older than he was. I rushed to find something to cover myself up with and the only thing I could find in my bedroom was my emergency nighty under my pillow, I'd never actually worn it before so didn't know how good or bad a job it would do as a cover-up device so that I could answer my front door to my father.

I'd had to be quick at covering up because my bedroom was in a loft conversion and I had to run down two flights of stairs to get to the front door. My dad was talking to the man who lived across the road from me, just my luck that my father knew one of my neighbours. When I opened my front door my father blinked twice and stepped back in surprise, I looked from my father's face to my neighbour's face, my neighbour was almost licking his lips, "Well Mr. Porter, I'd better let you get on with your...erm...business, Nice to meet you face to face miss."

As my neighbour headed off down my front path towards his house my father pointed down to his car, "Got you a little housewarming present in my car; it's only a few scatter cushions..." I jumped off of my front door step and ran to my father's car to see what he'd brought me, "...hey, you're not dressed to be out on the street, come back here and get some clothes on!"

I suddenly realised that I could have just made a big mistake. The wind snatched at my nighty, a sudden and unpredicted zephyr lifted the bottom hem of my nighty threatening to embarrass my father, I skidded to a barefoot stop on my path, grabbed at the bottom of my nighty and shouted at my dad to catch the front door. I was too late, my house was very well insulated, the wind would never have closed my front door but for the fact that I had opened the Velux window in my en suite bathroom to let the steam from my shower escape when I got home from 'work' and because of the rush to get to the front door I'd forgotten the first order of security, 'Close and lock every door and window!'

I watched in disbelief as the door closed slowly before my father could get to it. My dad thought it would be okay, it was after all a mortise lock but as he turned the handle and the door didn't open he looked first surprised and then shocked, "The lock is high security, it needs a key to open it!"

My father asked me if the landlord or one of my neighbours would have a key, "That wouldn't be very safe or secure for me now would it?"

If I could think of a reason to send my father away for half an hour I'd be back in my house in a flash but I couldn't let him see me shinny up a drainpipe or pick my high security door lock so I'd have to play the helpless teenager for a little while. "We need to call in a locksmith!" was my father's considered opinion.

My father did a quick reconnoitre around my flat, "No windows open."

"Well, there is one open but it's the Velux window in my bathroom."

My dad bulked at that information, "I don't think I could get up on the roof darling!"

"Probably wouldn't do much good, the window only opens two inches and the security latch kicks in, your hands would be too fat to reach in and release it."

The guy across the road came out again, "Have you got a problem miss?"

"The door closed and now I'm locked out!"

"Well, I've got a ladder if you have a window left open."

My dad stepped in, "There's one open but it's up on the roof, I don't think I could get to it though."

"Can I borrow your ladder please Mr..."

"Col, Colin really love but just call me Col, hang on a minute and I'll fetch it, should be okay, I use it to do paint my gutters."

My father looked worried, "You can't go up there darling, you have no shoes on and totally inappropriately dressed."

"I'll be careful up there."

Col brought his ladder around and between then they propped it against my wall, unfortunately it fell a few inches short of the gutter so had to rest against the wall instead of the gutter, I'd have to work hard to get past the bargeboards and gutter.

"There's no way you can use that ladder, you'll kill yourself trying to get up on the roof with a short ladder."

"Well I'll try, I won't take any risks, if it isn't safe I'll come back down."

I started to climb the ladder barefoot, the rungs were painful as hell under my feet, by the time I was half way up I was regretting starting out, I looked down, my dad was holding the ladder, one foot on the bottom rung to stop it slipping. I saw him look up and then look away quickly; Col wasn't so shy though, he was taking a good long look up my nighty. I saw my father look up again, he saw that I was looking down at him and he blushed, "Come back down, it's too dangerous."

"I was just checking, I'm more than half way up, it'll hurt more to come down than carry on up."

I was careful to make sure that I walked the rest of the way up on the balls of my feet rather than the instep or toes but it was still painful. When my head was level with the gutter I just leaned out and carried on pushing with my legs, I managed to heave myself over the gutter but in the process I ripped my nighty and strained the muscles in my sides, 'Mental note to self, find exercises that will strengthen my sides, I really should be able to do this in my profession!"

I slid my hand into the Velux window; fortunately I had installed it so I knew exactly how the safety latch worked, I found it with my fingertips and tried to close the window enough to free the safety latch, I had to use all of my weight to crush my arm enough for the catch to release, it hurt like hell but I was in and able to drop down into my bathroom. I didn't bother changing, my dad and Col had after all seen my naked body as I climbed the ladder.

My father was very prissy about seeing my naked body and told me that I should have put more clothes on before coming down to let him in. I thanked Col for his help as he walked passed my front door, "Come over sometime for a drink Colin, when you're free."

I limped and hobbled up the stairs in front of my father, "Is there anything I can do for you Victoria darling?"

"You can make me a hot coffee and bring it up to my en suite bathroom, I need paracetamol as well, I've strained all the muscles in my sides and buttocks, if I give you some money will you pop to the corner shop and pick me some up please?"

I gave my father my front door key and tried to give him the money for the paracetamol but he wouldn't take it, he put the kettle on to make my coffee before he went to the shop for me. I was laying in a bath full of steaming hot water by the time my dad got back from the shop, I heard him fussing around in my kitchen as he made the coffee, he came up to my bedroom, knocked on my bathroom door, "I've got your coffee and paracetamol out here Vicky!"

"The doors unlocked, bring them in for me please."

My dad was really uncomfortable when he came in, he put my coffee on the side of the bath and popped two pills from the blister pack, he had his back to me as he handed me the pills, "I'd better be getting off darling...erm...your mother might need...something!"

"Come on dad, calm down, it wasn't that long ago when you used to bath me!"

"That was when you were a little girl, when you started to develop your mother thought that it was inappropriate for me to be in the bathroom on my own with you, especially when you were old enough to bathe yourself!"

"What about dad, did you think it was inappropriate as well?"

"It was starting to make me uncomfortable."

"Like outside when you saw I was naked under my nighty, you looked uncomfortable then, perhaps I should let you go so mum can help you relax."

My father blushed; she wouldn't be much help, wrong..."

"Wrong time of the month eh? But then you usually have an alternative during those weeks don't you?"

My father's blush intensified and he got suddenly flustered, he was spluttering a little trying to find some words to say.

"Don't worry dad, nudity is just nudity, bodies are just bodies and we all have sex, it proves we're human."

My dad closed the lid down over the toilet seat and sat looking in my direction but not at me, "Am I that ugly dad, that ugly that you can't look at me?"

"No, you're beautiful, just like your mother was at your age when I fell in love with her, it's just not right for me to look..."

I butted in on him, "Look, I'm comfortable with my nudity, I don't mind if you see me in the nude and I always liked seeing you in those unguarded moments when you forgot I was home and you ran for the bathroom after sex with my mum."

My dad looked at me and then he smiled, "You're even more beautiful than your mother now that I open my eyes!"

We both gave each other sloppy grins, I focused on his eyes, "Now that you've got over your shyness, do you think you could get a little braver and help me out a little after my bath?"

"What do you need?"

"I need you to go to my little gymnasium, find the bottle of Tiger Balm, set my exercise bench at three foot high and cover it with a towel for me, I need my back and sides massaging for me if you have half an hour to spare."

My dad looked very, very unsure, he didn't want to move, I could see the worry in his eyes, "Come on dad, if you don't do it I'll have to pay for someone to come out and massage my back for me, it'll cost a fortune and you never know what kind of man is going to turn up!"

That was my father's 'hot button motivator', the moment that I hinted that I might be putting myself in danger he stepped up and headed into what I had described as my spare bedroom when my father helped me move in but had filled with very expensive gym equipment over the months that I had lived there. I got out of the bath and dried myself, wrapped the towel around my body and headed through to my gym.

My dad still looked worried but I lay face down on the padded workbench and wriggled out of the towel I was wrapped in so I was now lying in front of my father totally naked even though he couldn't really see anything other than my back. He was a bit scared when he started to rub the Tiger balm into my back; it was almost as if he was frightened he was going to break me. I encouraged him to massage the balm deeper into my muscles and after a few minutes he forgot his fears and reservations and got down to the job of massaging my back and sides and as soon as he forgot his hang-ups I realised that he had an erection bulging out the front of his trousers.

He was working his way up over my ribs on my right hand side, leaning across my body, his fingertips brushed over the side of my breast and when he realised it his cock suddenly had a rapid growth sport and pressed into my left side, I looked to my left and my dad realised when had happened and froze for a moment. I looked from his erection up to his face as he jumped away from me.

"I'm sorry dad, you're all turned on now and it's mum's wrong week, will she let you do her the other way if you go home now?"

My dad checked his watch, then he realised what I'd said and his face turned even redder, he mumbled, "She'll have gone out by now, she's visiting her sister, your Aunty Cath! She'll be there all day!"

My dad looked really miserable, "Well, I can give you a hand if you like, you massaged my sore and aching muscles for me, it's the least I can do for you!"

My dad looked shocked, "No, no, that would be wrong."

"I got my mobile phone out and pressed one of my pre-programmed numbers, "Hi Kelly, my dad's up here with a little problem, do you have half an hour to give him a hand please?"

I closed my phone and then I rolled off of the bed, my father's jaw was just moving up and down, his eyes were out on stalks as he stared at my body, now totally naked in front of him. I walked out of the room, "Can you go and get the door for me please dad?"

I walked past him and up the stairs to my bedroom, I stripped my bed and put a clean bottom sheet on it, I heard a voice at the front door saying "Hi Mr. Porter, nice to meet you!"

I was carrying my dirty bottom sheet and my duvet cover in my arms as I passed Kelly pulling my dad up the stairs from the front door, she said good morning to me but didn't stop, she just turned the corner and pulled my dad on up to my bedroom.

In the kitchen there was total silence for two minutes and then the faint sounds of heavy breathing from above. I got three beers from the fridge, opened them all and headed up to my bedroom still naked. My dad was well into his stride with Kelly by the time I sat on the edge of the bed, Kelly pushed her upper body up on her elbows and she reached over for her bottle of beer, my dad's eyes followed Kelly's hand and when he realised that I was sitting there watching him with my old school friend he almost shit himself, I slapped his bottom, Come on dad, don't let the family name down, show Kelly a good time!"

I took Kelly's bottle from her hand after she'd taken a swallow and she wrapped her arms around my father's neck and she pulled him back into action on her.

I just sat there and drank my beer while my father finished off and hopped off of Kelly's body pulling the condom she'd given him off as quickly as he could. Kelly pulled her dressing gown back on , kissed my dad and me and then she saw herself out, My dad sat there at my side, still on my bed, his forearm covering his cock and balls, "I'm so embarrassed Vicky, I should have said no, I should have been strong enough to control my urges."

"Come off it dad, how many men of your age could turn down free sex with a gorgeous eighteen year old girl?"

My dad laughed, "Well, I can't say that it didn't do my ego any harm having sex with Kelly, she looks fantastic and she really knows what to do to make a man feel great."

"Well, she's a professional, she knows exactly what to do to make a man want to come back, Help me with my duvet, I need to put a clean cover on it and it almost killed me struggling to get the dirty one off."

My bed was soon remade and I was desperately tired, "So, what are you going to do for the rest of the day dad?"

"Not much, go home, get lunch for myself and probably watch the racing on TV."

My dad had finally gotten over his shyness and was semi happy to be naked in my bedroom with me, "Why don't you finish your beer and have a nap with me, we can go out for a late lunch together later."

My dad was very unsure but in the end he tipped the bottle into his mouth and then we both rolled into my bed together and I dragged his body against mine and we just cuddled together and I went to sleep in seconds. When I woke up my dad was wide awake, I had my back to him, his arm was over my side, his hand was on my breast and I could feel his erection against my bottom, I decided not to let him know that I was awake, I just lay there while my dad rubbed his cock against my soft buttocks and gently squeezed my breast. He moved slowly so as not to wake me up and after ten minutes he leaned his head in and kissed the back of my neck, he shivered and I felt warmth spreading over my buttocks, "There's a box of tissues in the top drawer of the cabinet on your side of the bed dad!"

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, were you awake all the time?"

"Not all the time, just for the best bits, I'm just glad that you didn't want to use the hole back there like you do with mum."

I waited until my father had cleaned my bum and his own cock and then I turned to face him and I kissed him, "What would you like for lunch dad?"

"What have you got?"

"Nothing, I'm offering to take you out for lunch, what do you fancy?"

We both went for a shower together, my dad seemed to have got over every single worry about us being naked together, he even washed my back, and other places quite happily and as I washed his cock and balls it grew hard again, "Do you need sex again already dad?"

He jumped in rather too quickly, "No, no not at all, if I had sex every time I get hard it'd fall off."

We went through to my dressing room which was at the side of my en suite bathroom, I had racks and racks of clothes, probably ten times more clothes than I had when I left home and some of my clothes looked very expensive, probably because some of them were.

"I'm a little worried about you Vicky, how the hell can you afford to buy all of this stuff on minimum wage? And then there is the exorbitant rent you must have to pay for this place!"

I chose the dress carefully, in the collar was a price ticket from a charity shop that put the price of the dress at just two pounds, I turned the collar out in front of him, "Things like this, when the dress was new it cost fifty quid, I paid just two pounds at the charity shop, almost everything that looks new came the same way, just like my gym equipment, the exercise bike cost me a kiss and the price of a taxi to move it from the guy who paid a hundred quid for it and wondered why he wasn't any fitter than he was five years before, I told him that just looking at the thing didn't count as exercise. I'm living within my means, trust me!"

I let my father chose my dress for our lunch date, he watched me as I dressed, "You not bothering with knickers or a bra?"

I smiled at him, "Dad, I hardly ever wore knickers since I was eight years old and I only ever wear a bra when I'm running."

"No wonder you didn't have a bra or knickers on under your nighty."

"I always sleep naked these days; the nighty I wore earlier was under my pillow, I keep it there in case of an emergency."

My dad drove us to the restaurant he'd chosen for lunch; on the way there we passed one of the few large independent engineering companies. We were stopped by the traffic lights and my dad looked over at the factory and pulled a face.

"What's up dad?"

"I've got to call in there on Monday and I'm not looking forward to it!"

"You don't usually visit customers."

"I know, but Fenton Engineering are very late paying for a half a million pounds worth of steel, they are supposed to pay thirty days after invoice, they're at sixty days already and their finance manager hasn't been in all week to talk to me, not in all week but he's in today."

"How do you know?"

"The big window on the third floor, he's talking to the owner, his father, it's costing my department a thousand pounds a day in interest payments to service the half million pound debt. I should really send in the receivers but then we'd lose most of the outstanding debt, they'd just declare themselves bankrupt and start all over again next week with a different name, probably the Fenton-Williams Engineering Company next time, Frank Fenton wouldn't be able to start a new company for a couple of years but Peter, his son, because he's only classed as a manager and not a director he'll not be covered by the bankruptcy law, he can start up a new company the same day the old one closes down."

I took another look at the window, I saw the older man, slightly overweight, he looked somewhere between the ages of my dad and my granddad, the younger man had his back to me but he turned before the lights changed and my dad started driving again, the same man that had upset me in Simpson's antiques, I'd need to see if Mark had put any more thought into how we could get into Peter Fenton-Williams's house and upset his cosy little life.

I paid for dinner, it was the first time in my life that I'd been able to treat my father to anything significant like a meal and even then it was a fight to get him to let me pay. On our drive home my dad mentioned that my mother had told him to invite me for Sunday lunch the following day, the busses would be murder on a Sunday, "I'll come if you'll give me a lift home after and take a bag of my clothes and washbag with you, I'll run over to you, have a shower and get changed, have dinner and a nice afternoon with you and mum and you can take me home when you want to get rid of me."

"You can't run all the way from your flat to our house, that's at least twelve miles!"

"Nine miles over the footpaths, I was running that distance from the age of nine years old!"

I left my dad sitting in his car while I ran in the house, I grabbed an overnight bag, put a nice virginal white dress in the bag and 'normal' shoes, or as normal as I owned and my spongebag with one of my nice bath sheets because my towels were much larger and far softer than my parent's towels.

When I went out to drop the bag in the back seat of my dad's car Colin was chatting through my dad's window with him, Colin looked confused, he'd been out shopping in town for a few hours, when he left home my dad's car was still parked outside my house and when he got back from the shops, the only change was that my dad was sitting in the driver's seat with the engine running.

I stood on one side of my dad's car and Col stepped away from my dad's door as my father drove away, Colin came over to me and said, "What about that drink now, are you free?"

I waved one last time and smiled at Col, "Sure, do you want to drop your shopping off first?"

"No, nothing perishable, I'll just drop it off inside your front door and pick it up after we've finished!"

Col followed me up the stairs, he hung back just a little bit, I looked back, just a flick of my eyes and spotted Colin's eyes were firmly fixed under the back of my dress, and of course I was totally naked under my dress so he got another eye-full of my gooddies. Col followed me into the kitchen, "Hot or cold drink Col?"

"Coffee please darling."

I started to fill the kettle and Colin stepped in close to my back, he put his hand on my right shoulder and massaged the large trapezius muscle across the back of my neck. "So, how do we go about this darling, do you give me a list of services and the price or do I have to say what I'd like and you tell me how much it'll cost me?"

I turned to face Colin, my nose was just a fraction of an inch from his, "You think that I'm a hooker Col?"

He was leaning in to kiss me but stopped in his tracks, "I'm not a whore Col, I just had lunch with my dad in a very nice little restaurant on the Wellingborough Road."

"Your dad, shit! He must think I'm some kind of fucking idiot, I was congratulating him on his obvious sexual prowess, I mean, I saw the girl from downstairs, all she was wearing was a dressing gown and your dad, your dad let her in and I didn't see her leave, I mean, I know she's definitely a whore, I see her customers coming and going at all times of the day and night. And you, you don't work, you leave the house at weird times of the night, I just assumed...God, I... I mean don't, for fuck's sake don't tell your dad!"

Col was three feet away from me by the time he stopped spluttering through his apology, I had seen the outline of his cock in his trousers change from a ramrod hard lion trying to peek out above his belt to a terrified little mouse trying to hide under his own balls. The kettle chose that moment to boil and I poured it into the Cafetière and fitted the lid with the filter plunger lid and then got two mugs out of the cupboard, Col looked a little shocked, "Are you still making me a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, I just called you a prostitute for a start."

"There are worse things you could have called me, at least prostitution is an honourable profession that gives customers value for money, I'd have been unhappy if you'd have called me a politician!"

I put both hands on the plunger of the Cafetière and slowly pushed it down, I was facing the counter but my eyes were flicked over to the side so I could see Colin in my peripheral vision, he was back to checking out my legs and backside and his cock started to show an interest again. "Milk and sugar?"

"Milk and two please."

I put milk in my coffee and two sugars along with the milk in Col's coffee. "So Colin, you came over here to fuck me then?"

"Well, I did, I didn't expect to get it for free, I've brought a hundred quid with me!"

"Well, the thing is, when I climbed over the roof earlier I strained all of the muscles in my sides and across my back, my dad was reluctant to give me a massage, you know, being my father and all so I had to ask Kelly from downstairs to come up and do it for me, if you are willing to massage liniment into my back and sides to help ease my aching muscles, I'll massage your cock to help you to get rid of your ache as well, what do you say?"

Colin's look of uncertainty suddenly changed to a lecherous grin, "Well, a fuck would be far better but a wank for a massage, that seems a very neighbourly thing to do and a fair exchange!"

"Well, let's go through to the living room and drink our coffee and then we'll go to my gym for mutual massage!"

Coffee didn't take long, we had an 'Earthy' chat, Colin brought up sex many times as we drank our coffee and then, when we were both finished I guided Col through to my gym, "Where do you sleep, I thought this would be your bedroom."

"I originally thought this could be my guest bedroom, I did a loft conversion, my bedroom is in the attic, along with my en suite bathroom and walk-in wardrobe come dressing room."

"Fucking hell, your flat is better than my house, is that a bathroom over the passageway?"

"Yes, a full, family sized, six piece bathroom on this level and my en suite is just a large walk-in shower."

I stripped my dress off and climbed onto the workout bench face down on the towel that had been left covering it from earlier, "You can strip off as well if you like Colin, it'll be easier for me to massage you when you've finished massaging me!"

Colin wasn't anywhere near as frightened to break me as my dad was, Colin git his fingers and thumbs deep down to the aching muscles and when Colin's fingertips brushed against the sides of my breasts he didn't back away, he went further and slipped his fingers under my body to grab hand's full of my breasts.

"Okay Col, your turn now, you hop up on the workbench and I'll look after that lump for you."

Colin lay on his back on top of my workbench and I started my usual jiggling of his balls with my left hand while I worked on his cock with my right hand. Colin asked me to rub my tits against his cock, I used my tits to give gentle massage to his cock and balls, most men I thought would just want to get to the end game as quickly as possible if they were being masturbated, they weren't like girls, they couldn't have a hundred orgasms in an hour, they were usually a one shot gun but Colin didn't seem to be in any hurry and when I started to get bored just crushing my tits against his groin I asked him if he was ready to cum yet.

"Can I rub my cock against a different part of your body if I promise to cum quickly?"

"What part of my body?"

"Your bum!"

"I don't do anal sex!"

"Not up your bum, just against it! The thing is, because of the dangers of pregnancy and the mess when a wife was on her monthly, men round here tend to like to use a woman's bottom almost as much as her cunt!"

"Okay, how do you want me?"

"Stand up, keep your feet close together and just bend over here," he patted the edge of the bench.

"Okay, get off then."

I stood facing my workbench with my hips pressing against it and Colin moved in behind me. He started out with me standing upright and he was kissing around the back of my neck as he rubbed his cock against my buttocks slowly. As he got more excited the speed and pressure of his cock against my bum increased and he started to lean his chest against my shoulders pushing me forward slightly over the workbench. He reached around my hips and started to massage my clit as his cock rubbed even faster, I reached an orgasm in a flash and my chest fell against the towel and Colin was gasping as well, his knees bent and he straightened again and my legs opened slightly so that Colin's fingers could get inside my cunt and he bent his knees again but this time, when Colin straightened his legs his cock wasn't pressing into the soft flesh of my buttocks, it had slipped into the valley between them and as he growled and grunted into his orgasm his cock head was pressing very hard against my anal muscle, his semen was injected under high pressure into my arsehole, the small spasms that his muscles went through as he fired off and the fact that I was climaxing hard as well caused my anal muscle to clench and relax and as it did the head of his cock popped inside and I suddenly pushed back against him to try and push him off but it just increased the depth that his cock went into my anus.

Colin wrapped his arms around me and held me against him, he whispered, "Stop struggling, just relax, it won't go up any further."

When Colin was happy that I'd stopped struggling he slid his right hand down over my stomach and reached into my pussy again, he rubbed me into a very rapid orgasm and I could actually feel my anal muscle clenching and relaxing around his cock as I gasped through my orgasm again and as I did I felt Colin's cock slowly growing hard inside my bum. He wasn't just growing hard, he was growing into my arse, very slowly, almost imperceptibly I was drawing his slowly hardening cock further into my body.

Colin masturbated me until he was fully hard and his cock was full depth inside of me, "Why don't you just lean forward, relax and let me fuck your arsehole properly Victoria, Don't think of it as weird or unusual, your mum and dad do it all the time or you'd have seven brothers and sisters by now!"

Colin was right, I'd actually seen my parents using the anal birth control method shortly before I'd left home, 'Well, he's already all the way in me, he's already shot his load in me so what is it really going to cost me more than I've already paid, just a little extra discomfort for a few minutes until he gets off again!' I thought to myself as I lowered my upper body back against the towel covered workbench.

Colin held my hips in both hands and he slowly pulled an inch of his cock out of my bottom before returning it again even slower until his balls reached my perineum. He repeated the cycle fifty times, the only change was that on the outward stroke he pulled back a fraction of an inch further each time until I felt the ridge of his glands pop past my anal muscle before he returned his cock to the starting point again. This time instead of pulling straight back again he rested his hips against my bottom and bent over my back; he pulled my face to one side and kissed me on my lips.

"I'm about to start fucking you properly, it shouldn't hurt you any more than it already has but if it does get too much to bear shout out, if I can I'll stop, if I can't, just count it as part of the price a girl has to pay to broaden her sexual horizons."

Colin stood up quickly while I was still processing his words and he began fucking my arse as if it was my cunt. I didn't think it could be possible but I discovered yet another form of orgasm, totally different to any of the forms I'd experienced in my life before, far more painful than I thought any pleasure could possibly be.

Eventually Colin fell against my back crushing me into the workbench as he gasped and grunted through his orgasm and I felt his semen flooding through my bowels. He lay against my back until he got his breath back. My body was slowly expelling his flaccid cock and I suddenly remembered my mother, after I saw my father fucking her in her arse she ran for the toilet holding a tissue against her arsehole. I felt Colin's cock about to slip out and realised that I didn't have any tissues so I jerked Colin off of my back and I ran for my toilet and got to the seat just before the first jet of liquid flew out of my arse.

Well, at least I knew that if I ever had constipation in my life, I needn't worry about senna pods, I just needed to call on Colin, his cock up my bum and a gallon of slippery semen injected into my bowels would clear any blockage.

Colin was fully dressed when he walked into my bathroom, "I'm sorry if I overstepped my invitation lass, please don't be mad at me, it's in the nature of man to want to explore an un-trodden path, here..." Colin offered me the one hundred pounds that he'd brought with him to pay for sex, "...buy yourself something pretty to remember your first experience of Sodom!"

I didn't need the money; in fact I'd pass it over to Kelly for looking after my dad earlier so I took it anyway. Colin bent forward and tilted my head back and he kissed me tenderly on the lips, "I do hope you'll invite me over again soon darling! I'll let myself out; you'll be busy there for a few minutes yet."

He was right; I ended up sitting on the toilet for over thirty minutes, every time I tried to get out of the saddle I felt another rumble inside and another rockslide into the pan. I kept an eye on the men coming and going from Kelly's flat and when I saw a gap in her business, I pulled my dress on over my head and ran down to her flat remembering to take my front door key with me. I thanked her for looking after my father earlier and I gave her the money that Colin had given me, we had a coffee together before her mobile phone rang, "Straight is sixty, anal add twenty, any other kinks we can disc...just round the corner, okay, I'll see you in five minutes!"

I was already on my feet and heading for the door, we kissed on her doorstep as her customer walked down her path, as her door closed I heard the man ask if I was available as well. I smiled to myself and thought, 'Men!' As I walked around the building, passing Kelly's bedroom just as she was closing her curtains, the man was already naked, Kelly gave me a smile as she closed the drapes.

I could hear the sounds of energetic sex as I closed my front door and shut all trace of noise out, thanking my decision to put in extra soundproofing as well as thermal insulation, especially on days when Kelly was busy.

Mark and I were working in the early hours of Monday morning so I'd gone to bed straight after leaving Kelly, just a little job at a large country house, it was a contract job, Mark had been asked to steal a painting, well, less steal a painting and more, taking a musty old moth eaten painting and replacing it with a brand new painting, a fair exchange I thought. My task was to get in through a third floor window, get through to the front door and let Mark in. Help him swap out the painting from the frame and put it back, then lock the front door again and make my way out the way I'd got in. The whole point of the job was that the owners of the house never knew that we'd been there and Mark and I were good at that.

I was still sleeping at noon when my mobile phone rang, I checked the screen, it was, my father calling me, that was unusual to say the least. I woke myself as quickly as I could; I had to sound like I'd been functioning for several hours already. My dad was upset, he wanted to see me and he couldn't wait until six o'clock, he wanted to meet me right away. "I can be in the cafe in Market Street by about five past one, I'm on one till two for lunch today," I lied.

I dressed in my office junior outfit as quickly as I could and dragged a brush through my hair before running the back streets into town. I waited around the corner for ten minutes until five past one. My father had ordered me a bacon and fried egg sandwich for my lunch and a coffee. I'd have to run a few more miles to wear off that many calories, I really did need to keep my trim figure as a professional burglar.

"So, what has upset you so much dad?"

"I told you that I was having a meeting with the finance manager of Fenton Engineering today didn't I?"

I nodded my head as I took a bite from my sandwich and, Oh My God! I'd forgotten just how good fried food could taste!

"Well, he wants another thirty days to pay my company what he owes us, he showed me a photograph of you, totally naked apart from a necklace, he also pointed out the same necklace in a display cabinet in his office in front of a picture of Queen Victoria wearing the same pendant. He hinted that if his company were forced into paying sooner he might have to sell some of his assets, including his collection of trinkets and photographs, he also hinted that the photograph of you in the nude was the least disgusting of the photographs he had of you. He's blackmailing me into stopping our lawyers taking Fenton Engineering to court!"

Well, that put me off my beautiful sandwich, so Peter Fenton Williams had got his hands on the photographs that Walter Simpson had taken of me. And he was trying to use them to blackmail my father! I swallowed the mouthful of food I was eating, "Was I standing or sitting down in the photograph?"

"Standing op, why?"

"Well, because I did model for a photograph wearing a pendant and some of the photographs were topless but I was wearing my denim shorts and I was sitting down. I was paid to model and I signed a contract with the photographer, I read the contract carefully, they were to be used for the photographers own personal collection, they would not be sold on, altered in any way or retouched. The only exception to that usage clause was that the photographer could use the photographs if necessary for insurance claims following a loss."

My dad was shocked, and upset with me that I'd posed for topless photographs in the first place but even more upset that Fenton-Williams had got hold of them and doctored them to look far worse than they should have looked.

I took another mouth full of my lunch but it didn't taste so good anymore. I took my phone from my hand bag and dialled Mark's number, "I'm sorry sir but I need to book an afternoon's holiday at short notice."

There was a long pause while Mark tried to work out what I was going on about and it dawned on him that I must be with someone that thought I was working as a clerical trainee; he put on a gruff voice, "Are you in the middle of anything that needs clearing up?"

"No sir, I finished delivering the mail and all of the filing, I was going to do some data inputting this afternoon but it can wait until tomorrow afternoon, I have until Friday to get it all input."

"Okay, make sure you get your holiday form in first thing in the morning."

I hung up; my dad had heard enough of Mark's response to make him believe that I was calling into work. We ate our food and drank our coffee as quickly as possible. "You going back to work now?"

"No, I can't, I'm in no frame of mind to go into the office and have to explain why I don't have a check for half a million pounds!"

"Give me a lift then, I need to go to Simpson's antiques back in our village."

We drove into the village, the roads were too narrow to park on the road but fortunately Simpson's shop had a small car park at the back. We parked and we both looked at the back wall of the shop, there was a brand new door and frame and it looked like half of the rear wall of the shop had been rebuilt very recently. The old backdoor was oak and had been over a hundred years old, it had a letterbox set in the centre bar but the new door was covered in a skin of steel with two high security mortise locks, one at the top and the other at the bottom.

We walked around to the shop, I went in first and when Walter spotted me he rushed over to welcome me, his arms were outstretched and he was just about to gather me into his arms when he saw my father and he instantly toned down his welcome. "Walter, did you give the photographs you took of me to Peter Fenton Williams?"

Walter looked over at my father nervously, "Erm, no...why?"

"Well, Peter has managed to get hold of one of the topless photographs of me and is using it to blackmail my father into not doing his job properly!"

My father looked ashamed but Walter looked devastated, he took us through to the back room of the shop, he pointed to the new door and the newly plastered wall around the new door, they put an iron bar on a chain through the letterbox and drove away with the door and half of the wall, this door was fortunately locked so they didn't get away with anything of value, just my old computer."

"Had you downloaded all of the photographs from your camera onto the computer?"

"No, just the ones showing the jewellery in case I needed to email one of them out to the insurance company."

"Even the ones with the pendant that Fenton-Williams bought from you?"

"Well, I suppose so, just dropped that block of files down, didn't really look, I was in a hurry."

"Have you still got the photographs on your camera?"

"Yes, I haven't needed the space, haven't had much worth photographing since that day."

"Where's your camera?"

Walter unlocked the back door of the shop and went out to his car, he fetched his camera in and I told him to put the picture of me, topless with the Edwardian pendant, I looked at him with a serious expression on my face to impress on Walter that I only wanted my father to see that one photograph. Wally flicked through the pictures, I could see that he was feeling awkward that my father was there but when he turned the picture towards my father I spotted Wally's cock jump into life.

My dad looked at the photograph on the little screen on the back of the camera, "Well, this doesn't look anywhere near as bad as the photograph that Mr Fenton-Williams showed me earlier."

Walter wasn't looking at the camera screen or my dad, he was fully erect and he was looking over at me, almost licking his lips!

"Do you still have the contract I signed Mr. Simpson?"

"Of course I do, it's a standard model release contract and if I lost it I wouldn't be able to keep the photographs I took of you."

Walter showed my father his filing cabinet; he had a drawer full of model release forms all filed in alphabetical order. He found mine and let my dad read it, my father was happy that legally Peter Fenton-Williams couldn't legally hold or own the photographs that Walter Simpson had taken of me and he had also breached the contract by altering the photographs.

Walter was looking thoughtful, "How brave do you feel Victoria?"

"Why?"

"Well, if you are prepared to sign another model release form and give me permission to send your photograph out to the news industry detailing your story, they would be able to see the original photograph and if they use it in the news at least they'll pay you for using the picture but it will be like an insurance policy, if anyone tries to publish the doctored pictures no one will touch them with a barge-pole."

My father didn't like the sound of Walter's idea, he said, "What about your job, you'll get the sack if your photograph turns up in the newspapers or worse."

"Dad, it's a minimum pay job, a dead end job. It's not like I'm on a career path to being a top executive, I can always get another dead end job somewhere. Anyway, I'm not a customer facing employee; I seldom make it out of the basement vault."

My dad thought it over; it would be a way of sidestepping any possibility of those pictures being held over my dad's head, we would actually be putting the pictures into the public spotlight so my father could call his office and set their lawyers onto issuing a claim through the courts.

"Why don't you go home dad, let me have a chat with Mr. Simpson, I'll come round in an hour or so for a coffee before I go home."

My dad wasn't entirely happy about leaving me with Walter Simpson in his shop after I'd posed there topless before but my father kissed me goodbye and left through Walter's back door, I waved at him as he drove out of the car park and Wally closed and double locked the door.

Walter's hands were all over me before the sound of my father's car had disappeared, Walter kissed me and was pushing me back against his desk as he pulled the bottom hem of my dress up, he had just reached where my knickers should have been, Walter's hand was making its way to my cunt when there was the loud ding from the shop's door bell, "Shit, your dad's come back!"

Walter jumped away from me and pulled my dress back into place as quickly as he could, he was just about to go through the door into the shop when the door opened and Don Richards popped his head through into the back room, "You got time for a quick pint over the..."

Don spotted me leaning back against Walter's office desk and that stopped him in his tracks, he looked a little confused at first and then his eyes opened wider and his grin spread across his face. He winked at me and said, "Are you here to play again Victoria, I do hope so and that there's room for another guest to join in."

Don pulled me to my feet and covered my mouth with his for a long kiss, then he turned to Walter, "I thought that you were going to phone me the next time Victoria came to play..." Then Don turned back to me and he patted my bottom, "...so, hove you started to use the Northamptonshire birth control since you left home?"

It dawned on me what Don was going on about, anal sex.

"Her father has only just left, I would have phoned in a few minutes, just waiting for him to get clear first!"

"Look here you two, I'm not here to fuck, I'm here to talk about how Peter Fenton-Williams got hold of my topless photographs."

Walter looked concerned, "Certainly looks like Peter might have had a hand in the burglary, I doubt he did it himself though."

"And you Walter, you were going to send a copy of my topless photograph out to the trade with my release form so that they won't use the touched up photographs that bastard is trying to blackmail my father with!"

Don suddenly looked interested in our sad little tale, "Get her picture out as soon as possible Wally, I'll give my son a call as soon as everything is out there, I'll drop the hint to him about the possibility of Fenton-Williams being up to no good, I'll just wind him up and let him do what he does for a living!"

It was all done in just ten minutes. Walter's little bit of intrigue about the possibility of a blackmail plot over my photographs and then Don telling his son that he'd heard a rumour that Peter Fenton-Williams was up to no good and using some kind of photograph of a local girl. Don's son was only a reporter on a local rag but he would soon find both pieces of information and connect the dots.

Don was grinning at me again, "So...have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Have you started using the local birth control technique?"

"Oh that...just once, hurt like hell though so I didn't like it!"

"Come on, if you've done it once already, it's always easier the second time, when you get used to it you'll love it and if you let me and Wally do you at the same time it'll all be over in half the time!"

Wally chirruped up, "I've got lubricant, did the guy use lubricant the first time you did it?"

I shook my head, "It'll be a breeze then, far easier and far less painful with lubricant."

My only problem now was that both Wally and Don wanted to do my arse so in the end it wouldn't be twice as quick, the only thing was, who would get first dibs, the first time in my life that I'd heard two men arguing about who had the smaller of the two cocks.

I just kept right out of the argument; I sat like a disinterested party waiting for them to finish their contest. Walter had the thinner cock but it was fractionally longer so he took first turn, after all, in his own words, he was the one with the lubricant.

I was pulled to my feet, divested of my dress which was all I was wearing apart from my shoes and I was bent over Walter's desk, he rubbed what felt like a hand full of petroleum jelly into my bum crack and then I was pushed over to his desk and ended up standing with my feet wide apart and my titties squashed into the antique leather of his desktop.

Wally was right though, the first time had hurt like hell but with the help of lubricant, Walter's cock slipped into my bum as easily as it would have slipped into my cunt and, even though he wasn't being at all gentle or slow in his fucking, it didn't hurt at all until he was ready to cum and his muscle spasms became erratic causing him to jerk into me even harder than he was doing before.

Don was hopping from one foot to the other, "Have you finished yet, come on, it's my turn."

Wally's rapidly softening cock slipped out of my arse and Don's slightly fatter one filled me again before any of Walter's spunk could leak out. I actually found myself reading the newspaper as Don fucked my arse, I was only put off momentarily during my own orgasms, I saw Walter walking up and down, he was rubbing his cock and it was slowly regenerating, growing harder by the minute as Don neared his own climax.

The pain increased again as Don climaxed but it didn't hurt as much as it had when Walter climaxed even though Don's cock was much fatter than Walter's. Once again, the changeover was quick and Wally took another turn but this time it took him close to forty minutes to climax because of his age and the fact that he's already climaxed in the previous half hour. Wally made all the same orgasmic contortions as he had the first time but this time, no real pain, just an extra dimension to my own orgasm.

Once again, Don tagged Wally and took his place, he was fucking me far harder and far faster than he had on our first sexual liaison a few months earlier but it still took him a full thirty minutes to climax and as he was gasping through his orgasm he said, You'd better hold your toilet door open and stand clear Wally, she's going to blow as soon as my cock gets pushed out of her arsehole and it's going to be very messy."

I went past Wally like a jet propelled...well...girl I suppose. I didn't fully make it in time to the toilet and left a jet-stream of brown coloured semen, I didn't really care though, they put it up there so they could deal with the mess that came out. I lost track of how long it took me to fully empty my bowels but four loads of semen up there and the energetic pounding my arsehole took over the preceding two hours, I'd guess that there wasn't a speck of fecal matter still up there.

Don gave me a lift home and my father was getting ready to go out, "I got a phone call from Fenton Engineering, they need to talk to me desperately!"

I got into my father's car and went with him to the engineering factory; Peter Fenton-Williams was standing at his factory gates talking to four pressmen, trying to spin his way out of the bad publicity that was starting to roll like a juggernaut towards him. "Ah, here he is now, and he's brought his charming daughter along with him as well, we'll soon sort out this terrible misunderstanding, I'm afraid that's all I have to say for the moment."

Peter guided my father and me through to his office, Peter was trying to make my father think that he had misunderstood what Peter had said to him earlier, he was trying to say that he was merely showing my father the juxtaposition between Queen Victoria wearing a pendant and me wearing exactly the same pendant.

I was left in Peter's office while he and my father went through to the accounts office and dealt with a Bank Activated Credit Transfer from Fenton Engineering's bank account to my father's company and my father stood at the side of the clerk until his Financial Director told him over his mobile phone that the half a million pounds plus penalties of thirty-five thousand pounds, that was one thousand pounds for each of the thirty five days that the payment was late.

Peter didn't stay with my father in the accounts office, he returned to his own office, returned to me, he offered me a drink but I turned it down, then he invaded my personal space and grabbed a handful of my right tit through my dress, "I'm not used to being beaten by a washed out old man and a kid like you, so well done! Perhaps I can invite you to one of my party nights, your mother and father too; naturally, I'd hate you to think I had any ulterior motives!"

I pushed his hand away from my breast and gave him a sweet smile. Peter had left me in his office a little too long, I'd done an inventory of everything of value in Peter's office, he had a locked, high security filing cabinet, I'd opened that and spotted the deeds to a dozen valuable properties and some empty fields that were what they call a land bank, cheap agricultural land that was in the site-line of the planning authorities, land to be developed for housing or industry in the very near future. I'd have to check with Mark if there was any value in stealing the deeds at some future time. I had put everything back in place so that Peter had no idea that I'd been ferreting around in his office.

My father collected me from Peter's office and we walked through the reporters and photographers without comment, in the car my father said, "My boss is going to be really mad with me."

"Why, you got the money didn't you?"

"Got the money and insisted on the penalty payment as well."

"Well, your boss should be over the moon then!"

"No, not really, my boss and Peter's father are in the same lodge, we've never applied the late payment fee before and that's why Peter keeps leaving it later and later before paying."

"Ah, all that no mason shall harm another mason in word or deed!"

My dad nodded his head, "There's another payment due on Friday! We'll just have to see how long it takes us to get that half a million pounds in!"

'Yet another nail in Peter Fenton-Williams coffin, I really will have to deal with him very soon!' Went through my head as my father drove me towards my house.

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