All in a Day's Work 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
A good day's work is about putting in a good performance to get the job done well!


All in a Day's Work

Donavan adjusted his tie in the mirror and checked himself out, he was a tall,
rouged looking man in his late 30's. His job, something in property, meant it
was split between working from home in the spare room, what he referred to as
his office, or out on the road visiting sites. And for today he would be out
and about, no paperwork, no emails, no office work for him.

Having checked he looked good, he double checked 'wallet, phones,
keys?.......Keys?' There they were, picking his keys up and making sure,
again, that he had the note, the list of 'jobs' he had today, with him he was
out the door and off to make his first call of the day.

Elsewhere and another man, well a lad, was also getting himself ready for a
day's hard work. This was Charlie, the lad who looked in the mirror to check
that his hair looked good, just one or two minor alterations and it was
perfect. Then as an afterthought he checked his school tie was straight,
slipped on his blazer and remembered to fix the 'prefect' badge to the lapel.

He double checked his hair one last time in the mirror, picked up his phone,
then rushed over to the desk in his room to find his keys, then it was off
downstairs. He slipped his hand inside his blazer to check, again, that he had
the note, the list of chores he had to do today and was off out the house.

It was a bit later, after all the traffic had died down, all the school runs
where over, everyone was at work and there was a kind of peace that had fallen
over the local area. It was around now that Donavan had arrived at his first
appointment of the day, as he parked his car in a residential area. Opposite
where he parked was the rear of a set of houses, where the house garage backed
onto the road. This wasn't the normal property site he would visit, it wasn't
an old office block, an abandoned factory or even a shop ready to be
renovated, this was a residential property?

Donavan walked from his car, across the road to the rear door of the garden.
The garage door was missing as if it had been converted into an outbuilding
now rather than somewhere to park a car. The man opened the rear door, almost
as if he knew where he was going and walked through. Closing the door behind
him, he was in the rear garden of the smart house. Now there was just a short
walk to the door that lead into the converted garage, and, as if he had been
here before, Donavan went up to the door, turned the handle and went inside.

At about the same time the lad Charlie had just about reached his destination,
but again there was something surprising in where he was, this wasn't a school
or a college that he found himself at, this was a row of smart houses. The
lad, in his school uniform, walked down the quite plush looking road, lined
with trees, high hedges and houses that looked as if they cost, just a bit of
money. He walked down the road until he was outside number 31, he didn't need
to check the number or look to see if this was the right address. It was
almost as if he knew where he was going.

The lad, turned into the driveway of the house, then boldly he walked up to
the door. He managed to find a reflective part in the stained-glass front door
window, a quick check of his hair and he pressed the doorbell. A moment or two
later and the door opened and the lad casually stepped inside, almost as if
he'd been here before.

Back with Donavan and as he stepped inside he could see that the garage had in
fact been converted, transformed into a quite well sort out private gym, not
bad to have your own gym at the bottom of the garden. But of course, this
wasn't a surprise to the man, after all he'd been here before. What also
wasn't a surprise was the person that was stood there in the middle of the
gym, waiting for him.

There was stood a woman, a young woman, a girl. She was a young black girl,
much younger than him, a good-looking teenager indeed. Her hair was long,
straight, long past her shoulders, dark, thinly plaited, into many, many
strands, all with an array of coloured beads woven in, with a sort of
rastafarian look about it. She was shorter than him and dressed in a white
martial arts suits, a gi, with a yellow belt around her, but don't be fooled
by that.

The man, Donavan, knew who she was, she was Courtney, the girl that stood in
the middle of the converted room and in the centre on a large mated area. The
girl put her arm out towards the man, with a firm look on her face she used
her finger to beckon him to her. A pause, as they stared at each other, then
the man stepped onto the mats and walked over to her and knew what was going
to happen next.

Elsewhere and Charlie had also stepped into the address where he'd come to. He
walked into a large hallway that was decorated quiet finely, nothing over the
top but enough to indicate the occupants had style, money and could be modest
about it. But he'd stood in this hallway before and he also knew who the
elegant occupant here was, just then the door behind him closed, shut.

The lad turned to see the tall, elegant, beautiful black woman, an older
woman, much older than him, that was now leant back against the door as if
trapping the lad there with her. She was indeed taller that Charlie, and her
short but bold, large, bouncy hair made her look even taller. She had dark,
piercing eyes, full red lips and was dressed in a long white, fluffy,
towelling bath robe, that went all the way down to the floor.

The woman was Mrs Henry and Charlie knew her, she now smiled and it was as if
her whole face turned into one large grin, the lad knew that look too. She
pushed herself away and off the door, walked over to the boy, took his hand
and lead him through to the living room, Charlie knew where he was being taken
too and also knew what was going to happen next.

Back with Donavan and he was only halfway across the matted area when the
girl, Courtney, made her move. She was fast and from just standing there she
was in a full, fast, forward, rush. The man saw this, he stopped, shuddered,
but already the girl had changed her tactics. She threw herself up and spun
around in mid-air, twirling around and bringing her leg up, she pushed it out
and as it came spinning around and, WHACK! OOOUUUHHHH!

The girl's bare foot came thundering around and slammed into the side of
Donavan's face, taking the man completely by surprise with her new move and
sending him tumbling down to the ground. Courtney came down on her feet and
Donavan was next to those feet on the floor, his head spinning and throbbing,
but she didn't care about that. The girl leant forwards and drove her fists,
one after the other down hard into the man's body as he lay there, SMACK!
WALLOP! The black girl had taken down the white man, he was at her feet and
now it was time to, CRACK! OOOOWWWW!

Elsewhere and the lad Charlie was having a better time with his dark beauty.
Mrs Henry had lead the lad into the living room, she turned to face Charlie,
looking deep into his eyes and his sweet face. She undone the cord around her
robe, and in a well-practiced movement she slipped the robe off her shoulders
and allowed it to fall to the floor. Dressed in a set of lacy white underwear
her shapely, well-formed body looking stunning.

She reached out grabbed onto the white boy and dragged him sharply to her
stunning black body, at the same time she pulled the lads blazer down and off,
as his face went into her large round breasts. Mrs Henry held the boy there,
his face buried in her breasts, it felt good. Then she spoke "I hope your
ready boy, as I'm going to fuck you stupid!" Then she grabbed his shirt and
ripped it open, she went for the boy, pulling at his cloths, get them off so
he could devour his body, take him, have him, enjoying him. And all the time
Charlie let her do whatever she wanted to do!

In the converted garage Courtney was enjoying her time with Donavan, the man
was off the floor and back on his feet, thanks to some 'assistance' from the
smaller, younger black girl. Once he was up she spun and sent more twisting
kicks into him, feet went into his body, into his face, her aim was good and
the solid blows took their toll on Donavan. She was also quick, not giving him
time to recover or clear his head before more twirling blows where sent his
way, SMACK! OOOOWWWWW!

Although she wore a martial arts suits she didn't mind throwing in a good
boxers clenched fist into the man WHACK! UUUHHHH! Or for that matter to grab
him, drag him to her and pound her knee upwards into his groin CRUNCH!
ARRRRHHHHH! And what better way to follow that all up with than to drop her
tall white man back down to her feet, where he belonged. She grabs onto his
shirt, twists, turns and over Donavan goes, over her hips and pounding down
back down to the floor with a, THUD!

The girl sent her bare feet into the man on the floor, into his body, into his
head, into his face, she did like a good man at her feet. Then she reached
down grabbed him by his shirt and hauled the stunned man up off the floor, his
limp body hanging there, SMACK. She slapped him hard with the back of her hand
across his face. Then she leant forwards, close to his face and shook her head
violently side to side, her long braided hair now whipped the man's face and
those hundreds of colourful beads, lashed him at the same time. It was just a
nice like treat she liked to give to her play man, because she was ready to
play so more!

Meantime, Charlie with his black, succulent female was still having a much
better time of it, it was just as hard 'work' for the lad, but much more
enjoyable! She'd half undressed the lad and thrown him back into the sofa
where she then straddled him, got rid of her bra and thrusted her larges, firm
breasts into the white boy's face. So, he could do what every good boy should
do and worship them, and of courses so he could please her! The boy's mouth
and tongue worked well as did his hands that caressed her stunning dark body.
But there was more work to be done by him.

Mrs Henry fell back on the sofa and lay there, she looked up at her boy. She
flicked her finger at him, an indication he was to stand up, which he did.
"Remove those then come down here and please me some more!" Her words were
sharp, hard, authoritative, but that was OK with Charlie, he didn't mind being
told to do that. The lad's trouser came off, "and those!" The boxers came off
too, Mrs Henry smiled the boy was big, and there was something about a good
white boy cock that she couldn't resist.

As the boy went down and started to please her she thought that her husband
should be ashamed of himself that he could be this good, that she had to turn
to a white boy to get her pleasure, "OOOOOOHHHHH! That's it boy, please me
just like that." Later, after she'd been satisfied, but was still ready for
more, the woman had Charlie's big cock trapped between her large tits. She was
pounding it, ready to receive what he had inside him, and she knew it was a
lot, it always was. She loved this part, seeing him shot his stuff, the look
on ecstasy on his young sweet face and how it felt on her face, she loved it
so much!

What followed for Donavan was a long session of being subjected to judo
throws, swivel kicks, thrusting knees, bare foot poundings and the odd fist
here and there. Courtney provided a demonstration of what a superior young
black girl can do to an strong, older white man!

For Charlie what followed was a delightful long session of being drained again
and again, by the older Mrs Henry, using her hands, mouth, breasts, legs and
any other part of her body. And the mature black beauty made the white boy
show his appreciation of her, fully!

It was much later when Donavan manged to pull himself together and get himself
up off the floor. The girl, Courtney was gone, there was just him there alone,
which allowed him to take a moment or two to catch his breath and relax. He
got up, his body hurt, it ached, the girl had defiantly worked him over, and
she was getting better. But it wasn't too bad, he looked in the large
full-length mirror by the rack of weights, to sort himself out, 'no real marks
on his face, that was good.' Then just as casually as he'd arrived the man
left, out the converted garage, through the garden rear door, back to his car,
and then he was gone.

Charlie's work was also finished, he was lying half on and off the sofa when
he opened his eyes, there was still that smile on his face, Mrs Henry had
really put him through his paces today, and it had been so good. The lad got
to his feet, stretched moved his body and rubbed his sore shoulder, why it was
sore he didn't know, maybe it was when Mrs Henry had moved her body it that
position and had to ... ... .! Maybe? He picked up his cloths and a few
buttons that had been ripped off, got dressed and sorted his hair out in the
mirror. In the hallway he could hear the shower from upstairs, he smiled,
maybe next time? Then he left.

It was slightly later when Donavan turned his car into the parking slot at the
top of the road he'd just drove into. It was a well to do street, with a line
of stylish old Victorian town houses and with a well looked after small park
in front of the properties. Again, these where not the normal kinds of
properties that the man's job involved, but that didn't matter today, he
wasn't here in this street because of his 'normal job'?

He walked down the street and towards the far end was number 17, when he got
there and without hesitation the man opened the gate in the railings that lead
to the basement area. He made his way down the set of stone steps, down
towards the basement apartment. At the bottom he went to the door there,
turned the handle, opened the door and stepped inside, it was almost as if
he'd been here before.

Elsewhere and as Charlie waited for the bus to arrive he reached into his
blazer pocket and brought out the needle and cotton he had with him. He had a
few moments to spare and set about sewing back the buttons that Mrs Henry had
managed to remove from his shirt when she'd ripped it off of him! Just in time
the bus arrived, and with his shirt mended the lads was back on his way.

Charlie's stop was near to a line of luxury houses, and when he got off he
headed towards them. Down the street he went until he came to his destination,
without checking the house number he made his way up the set of high steps to
the ornate front door, he checked his hair in brass number plaque and rung the
bell. A few moments later he was stepping inside the house and it was almost
as if he'd been here before.

Donavan moved into the self-contained basement flat area, into the living
room, it was small but not too small and there was a table & chairs against
one wall, a settee, TV and stand and coffee table. Book case, and a couple of
wall shelfs, two doors and a schoolgirl stood in one of the doors, leant
against the door frame with her arms crossed.

She was quite tall, almost as tall as the man, and young, the schoolgirl
uniform gave that away, she had a bit of a look of an older girl, but he was
twice her age, or more. She had long curly red hair that came down to her
shoulders, a pretty slightly pail face, that was a bit too heavy with the
eyeliner, and pink lipstick. She wore a pair of sensible school shoes, long
white socks up to her knees, and a maybe too short, tartan pattern skirt. Then
there was a shirtsleeve white blouse with one of those short, criss-cross
ties, also in tartan. She looked nice, Samantha always did, even with that
frown on her face that she had now, a look of annoyance, was it that he'd just
strolled in or was there something else?

Charlie the lad had also arrived at his second destination. This time he'd
walked into another large hallway but it was decorated much more
extravagantly. The furniture, paintings, the flower pot and ornaments all
antiques, even the carpet in the hallway reeked of money and the owner didn't
care that they were showing off in the least!

The door behind him closed shut, Charlie turned to see a mature looking woman
stood there, twice his age or more, Mrs Campbell was tallish, a touch taller
than the lad, especially when she wore high heels. And today she wore a pair
of very high heels, her boots where long, up past her knees, leather and
mostly red, with black, gold swirls all around them, and the heels where high.
Further up where bare toned thighs then a pair of tight leather shorts, again
red with the same black and gold pattern. Past her flat trim stomach was a
leather crop top, the same design and thrusting her large breasts forward. She
looked good, sexy, dominate and as was customary Charlie dropped to his knees.

Back in the basement flat and Donavan was watching as the girl, Samantha,
pushed herself off of the door frame unfolded her arms and strolled over to
him. Still with that frown, that look of ... ... WHACK! OOOWWWHHH! The girls
fist came around, fast, just as she got close enough and slammed it into the
side of the man's jaw, stunning him, rocking him and making him wobble as his
legs became suddenly unsteady.

Donavan manged to stay on his feet, his hand came up and rubbed the side of
his sore face, then as he steadied himself and turned towards the schoolgirl,
SMACK! The feisty schoolgirls legs came up and around, straight into the other
side of the man's face, once more he wobbles, staggers and almost went down.
Stunned by the double blow Donavan, shock his painful head to try and get his
focus back, as he opened his eyes he saw Samantha, lean forward reach out with
both hands and grab onto him, she quickly yanked him to her so that he was
close, close enough for her to, CRUNCH! OOOOUUUUHHHH!

Back with Charlie and the older woman, Mrs Campbell, the woman walked, sexily,
sultry, and with her great swaying arse in those tight leather shorts, up to
her knelt boy. She looked down at the lad, her beautiful face looking stern
and unforgiving, she reached down grabbed onto his school tie and used it as
if it were a lead and dragged the boy behind her as she now made her way into
the living room. Her puppy dog following on behind her!

Mrs Campbell moved over to the sideboard, the boy scrabbled to his knees, took
and held opened the cigarette box there and offered it to the woman. She took
one, he held up the solid silver lighter to ignite the cigarette. Once done,
she'd pushed her puppy down to the floor, down to the tip of her boots, and as
if Charlie had been here before and knew what to do, he started to use his
mouth and tongue to kiss, lick the woman's boots, working his way slowing up
them. The dutiful puppy cleaning his mistress boots, and both the woman and
her puppy knew that this was just the start of his duties here today!

In the basement and the redhead schoolgirl, with the attitude had sent her
knee up hard into the man's groin, delivering a very painful blow to his
tender area! A blow that dropped Donavan down to his knees, and a blow that
made the schoolgirl grin with some satisfaction. As the man held his hurt
place the girl took a step backwards, she throws herself into a spin, bring
her leg up and around, aiming her twirling sensible school shoe straight into
the older man's chest, CRACK! ARRRRHHHHH!

The man goes backwards, his hands come up and clasp onto his hurt chest, he
falls back but before he can fall all the way to the floor, THUD! The school
takes a short run up, jumps and lands, hit the man's chest with her body, he's
now forced even harder back and driven into the floor with the schoolgirl
sitting, straddling him across his chest. She quickly grabbed his arms, just
as they started to flap around and she pins him down to the floor, securing,
holding the man under her and in place.

Samantha held Donavan down, then raised a leg up and back, judged it just
right, then sent her leg back down, WALLOP! ARRRRHHHHHH! Her knee pounded his
groin, unable to break free of the schoolgirl's hold she repeatedly drove her
knee in. Each time hitting harder and harder, as she hurt him. Eventually she
rolled off him and was back on her feet. With Donavan reeling on the floor the
schoolgirl went and picked up her homework book, 'Study - History, Women in
positions of Power' & Biology, Effects of pain on the nervous system', time to
start her homework properly!

At the same time Charlie was also being seen to, properly! After he'd licked
his way up the full length of both Mrs Campbells boots. Having cleaned them
'properly' with his tongue the lad was allowed to moved up onto her upper
legs, her thighs! Then his boyish mouth moved up onto the tight leather shorts
that covered her perfectly rounded arse. She grabbed his hair, yanked his head
back, leant forward thrusting large breasts closer to his face, smirking at
her boy at the same time.

She held out her cigarette, knocking the ash off so it fell into his waiting
extended tongue! The lad coughed, spluttered a bit and tried not to look as if
the taste of the ash disagreed with him. Mrs Campbell, still grinning, leant
forwards, closer to the boy's face. Still gripping him by his hair even
tighter now, her face was in his, then she kissed her boy hard, rough,
harshly, it felt great. Long and hard she kissed him till she knew her puppy
was almost gasping for breath, then.

Mrs Campbell spun around so the boy could worship, kiss, caress, stroke her
firm arse that she now thrusted into his face. The way this boy took to his
duties was all too good, it even excited the woman, to have such a devout boy
knelt at her feet. But one good turn deserves another and Mrs Campbell was
also getting somewhat 'worked up' by her boy's devotion and attention. It
wasn't long after her arse had been worshiped that the lad was naked and stood
in front of the woman who was now licking, sucking on his big cock. Mrs
Campbell was indeed the dominate woman, but even she couldn't resist a boy
tool like this!

What followed for Donavan was an extended 'Homework lesson' where he was
kicked, hit, slapped, whacked and punched. He was humiliated and pined to the
floor by the schoolgirl Samantha. It was a hard lesson that the feisty redhead
schoolgirl gave the man, a hard, long, painful lesson!

For Charlie his detention with Mrs Campbell was much more controlled and
strict, the woman spent an age, dominating him, overpowering him with her
body, spanking his cute arse, making him worship her boots, her boobs, her
body with his tongue. The experience redhead mistress played with her puppy,
until fully satisfied!

Finally, and later, the man Donavan was just about coming around, the last
thing he could remember, apart from the beating the redhead schoolgirl had
given him was seeing her knee coming his way. It driving into the bottom of
his jaw, then it had all gone dark. But now the man had obviously been hauled
out the basement flat and was lying at the bottom of the stone steps out in
the open. He pulled himself together, checked his looks and appearance in an
old broken mirror that was sticking out of the nearby bin. He looked OKish, a
few minor marks here and there, luckily it didn't affect his rough, rouged
appearance, too much, so that was good.

In another place and Charlie was also making his way back into full
consciousness, he'd shot his load a number of times, over and over again, for
Mrs Campbell, and over Mrs Campbell! When he came too he was upside down and
leaning against ... ... well he wondered how he got into this position and
then remembered what the older woman had commanded him to do to her ... ...
and he smiled! Mrs Campbell was nowhere to be seen, she'd been in her sauna
now sweeting it all out, maybe later Charlie thought, as he dressed, checked
his hair in the hallway mirror and then left.

Donavan made his way out of the basement flat area, up the stairs and up to
the street level, then turning right he walked down the road, steadily to
where he'd parked. He checked his watch, he had a while before his next
appointment so he found a local coffee shop to sit down, eat and drink, if
only to give him some time to rest. Then when he was ready, he got back to his
car and was off to his next location in the city and his next meeting.

As it was that time of the day Charlie also found himself going to get some
nourishment. He needed to keep his energy levels up, to sustain himself for
the events of the rest of the day that where coming up. Soon he was
revitalised and the lad was ready for whatever the rest of the day had in
store for him. In fact, he had a smile on his face as he checked his hair one
last time, ready for anything.

It was that afternoon when Donavan found himself pulling up near to his last
'appointment' of the day. As he had done earlier he parked a little way away
from his final destination and walked the last part. Up a normal looking
street, still a bit posh to start with, but a street where the house got
progressively larger and more expensive looking the further you walked. About
halfway down the road and the man turned into the driveway of a large house,
four stories high with a sizable double front door slap in the middle of the
bottom level.

To the side of the building was a black metal staircase that went up the side
of the house all the way to the top floor. To someone who'd not been here
before it looked, as it was, a converted old house that now consisted of four
separate, well to do apartments. Up the fire escape Donavan went all the way
to the top where the door there was slightly left open, as if whoever was
inside was expected a visitor!

About the same time and Charlie had got off the bus and made his way along the
road to where he was due to go next that day. He turned into a road that had
on either side of it two very large, very expensive houses. As he carried on
down the road the houses started to get a bit smaller, the values seemed to
drop as well, not that they were bad houses, far from it. But you could tell
that maybe they weren't as expensive as the house before, the one he'd just
walked past, that was all.

Halfway down the lad turned into a driveway of one property and made his way
to the large front door of the building there. It was large entrance to the
house, which itself was quite big and the causally observer might have seen
that in fact it was also quiet smart, even a grand building for a set of
flats, or where they apartments? As he got to the door, there was a buzzing
sound and the doors opened up to allow him to just walk inside, almost as if
he was expected.

At the top of the metal staircase Donavan walked into a large open room, with
mirrors down one side of the room, and one of those handrails bars also
running down the length of the wall. On an opposite wall there was a line of
chairs and above these the wall was covered with framed photos, certificates
and on another wall was a large looking trophy cabinet, shelves stacked with
all kinds of cups, trophies and medal of all sizes and shapes. It all looked
very much like a dance studio, and the sign at the bottom of the metal
staircase, sort of gave it away. It read 'The Maskell-Hall Dance Academy. All
visitors please got to the top of the staircase.'

The man looked around the empty dance studio, but just then, as if on cue a
door opened, followed by a second door and out into the practice room walked
two quite good-looking girls. The first was a tallish blond girl, a girl that
called herself Debbie, a teenager who was a bit shorted than the man that
stared at her. Her long blond hair and pretty face made her look very nice,
indeed. She's dressed in ankle boots, tight blue jeans and a yellow crop top,
showing off her dancer's body, trim, fit, strong as well as her quiet nice
chest.

Out of the second door stepped a cute looking brunette, by the name of Julie,
she was about the same height as the blond and with her short, dark, bob style
hair and button nose she had her own special appeal. She was also dressed to
display a slender, yet shapely and sturdy performers body, in her pink
trainers, black tight legging and a light blue crop top. Her delights and full
chest where not lost on the man as his eye fell on her now. And now both girls
moved across the studio towards the man.

Elsewhere and Charlie was in the hallway, in front of him was a staircase that
lead up to the first floor, which he now ascended. At the top of the stairs he
could see a door already half open as if to indicate 'This way!' So, he made
his way through the door and closed it behind him. He was now in what could
best be described as a ladies dressing room area. On one wall was a door that
lead to a very large walk in wardrobe, opposite was a set of open double doors
that lead to a bed chamber with a hugh bed in it. Nearby was a very large
old-fashioned dressing table and also in the room where two 'occupied' antique
shay lounge!

The graceful, well designed pieces of furniture where occupied by two equally
stylish, well-formed mature women. On one shay lounge was draped a gorgeous
brunette, Mrs Hall was a mature woman, her straight dark hair fell over her
bare shoulders and was indeed long. Her dark eyes, red lips and striking good
looks where only matched by her shapely, body, with the well-formed chest, and
how she was dressed. A black and red set of stylish underwear, suspender belt
and stockings and a pair of high, high heeled shoes. Quite stunning indeed.

On the other shay lounge was sat, leant forwards and staring was Mr Maskell,
again a woman of some years and about the same age as her friend, she was the
busty blond with that killer older woman look about her. She was again dressed
if ready for 'something.' The low cut white basque was bulging in the chest
area, then down to her slender waist and was met by her firm round arse, white
stocking covered her fine legs and white stilettos finish her look off, ever
so nicely! The women stood up and moved over to the boy who'd walked into
their dressing room.

In the dance studio Donavan watched as the girls approached him, the young
girls looked fine, fit, to him, in more than one way. As they moved Debbie
veered off to one side, Julie to the other. Before he knew it, he was stood
in-between a blond on his right and a brunette on the left. His head, eyes,
flicked from one to the other, trying to keep both in his sight, but that
wasn't going to be possible. He caught a glimpse of Julie moving, his head
turned to her and, WHACK!

As the man had turned his head Debbie had rushed in and smacked the man to the
side of his head a good solid punch. Julie grinned as the man wobbled on his
feet, her turn CRACK! She went forward, her leg went out and around, spinning
her body and thrusting her foot straight into the man's unprotected chest. He
exhaled sharply as the air was driven out, he went flying backwards and was
sent crashing into the line of chairs against the wall. The large room echoed
with the sound of man hitting metal chairs and crying out in shock and pain,
this was a sound that the girls liked!

The lad Charlie was having his own interaction with a blond and a brunette,
but these older women where not there to hurt him, just to enjoy him. As they
approached him the women moved to trap him in-between them. The lads hand
moved up and gave Mrs Hall's arse a squeeze on his right, while his other hand
rubbed Mrs Maskell's butt as she stood on his left side. His head turned to
Mrs Hall and he kissed her, then he turned and kissed Mrs Maskell, "hello
ladies."

The woman giggled, that older woman, trying to be schoolgirls again, kind of
laugh. They were excited as they had their schoolboy here with them in his
cute uniform, they would enjoy him, this. Charlie kissed each of his ladies
again, then the women lean forward and towards each other and now they kissed,
in front of their schoolboy. The women's mouths and tongues caressing each
other as only another woman can. Charlie join in a three-way kiss, older
blond, mature brunette and schoolboy all kissing. Desire, passion was building
up and Charlie is being slowly, kissed and undress at the same time by his
ladies, they want him!

In the dance studio the blond Debbie reached and grabs onto the fallen man's
arm, at the same time the young brunette Julie walks over to the opposite wall
and turns to face the man on the floor. The girl's nod to each other and at
the same moment they move. Julie runs, hard, fast and then throws herself into
a fast forward moving tumbling somersault. Debbie yanks the man up off the
floor, her strong arms flinging the man up, thrusting him forwards, stumbling
and straight into the spinning brunette, they meet with a thundering CRASH!
UUUHHHHHH!

Julie had comes around, over, out of a spin, her feet crash into the man's
chest as he falls towards her. The blow sends him whirling around, his chest
is on fire with pain, he falls back towards the blond girl he'd just come
from, and into SMACK! ARRRRHHHH! Debbie grabs him as he falls to her, her head
goes backwards, then she slams her forehead into his falling face. Her long
blond hair flies out in all directions, the man's body shakes from the blow,
the headbutt the girl had driven into hi. The girl's hand, arm pushes her hair
backwards out of her face as the man drops to the hard, wooden floor, THUD!

On the floor Donavan coughs, splutters and gasps for breath, Debbie and Julie
casually come for him, each girl garbs onto one of the man's arms. They haul
him upwards, he fly's upwards, these girls are strong, up he goes, up into the
air, off his feet, then the girls let go. He's thrown backwards, through the
air until, CRASH! Straight into the nearby wall he goes, now his back feels
like it's been electrocuted, he starts to slid down the wall but his leg lock
and keep him there. Just so he can now see Debbie spinning from one foot to
another coming towards him and Julie cartwheeling to him, until they both
SMACK! WALLOP! ARRRRHHHH!

Elsewhere, another threesome is also being enjoyed as Charlie is slowly,
seductively stripped out of his school uniform by the women. Two older women
dressed in their sexy lingerie, undress the schoolboy, their experience female
hands moving over his young firm body, rubbing, stroking, caressing, kissing
him. Mrs Maskell takes Charlie's cock in her hand while Mrs Hall has hold of
his balls, they lead him to a shay lounge and he's sat down there. Now the
mature woman let the naked young lad watch!

Mrs Hall and Mrs Maskell now cuddle each other. They touch, caress, stroke,
fondle each other, they kiss, tenderly, seductively, teasingly. They slowly
undress each other, play with each other, enjoy each other and all the time
Charlie lays back on the shay lounge, watching, enjoying the show they put on
for him. Once warmed up the woman now turn on Charlie! They move to him, on
him, all over him. Mrs Hall slides her mouth down over the lad's cock, while
Mrs Maskell's tongue works around Charlie's balls, they work him hard, much to
his delight!

The threesome move from one shay lounge to another, down to the floor, over
the soft rugs scattered everywhere, across the floor and up onto the bed.
Where Mrs Maskell's tits are sucked by Mrs Hall, while Charlie pounds Mrs Hall
from behind to encourage her with her tongue work. Then Mrs Hall straddles Mrs
Maskell's face and is now herself on the receiving end of a tongue lashing
while Charlie's cock hammers Mrs Maskell to encourage her lapping tongue. Then
the woman go for the boy, one straddles his face, the other slides down on his
cock, they kiss, caress each other, while below the boy pleases them both!

In the dance studio and the man Donavan has gone through a painful, hard
routine with the two girls. They practice their moves, their tumbling, their
kicks, their spinning turns. Their young flexible bodies have a good workout,
while Donavan's body has a good pounding.

In the bedroom and the boy Charlie has gone through the woman and they have
gone through him. The women have used their mouths and tongues on each other
and on him, the double blow job was heavenly. He used his cock in their
bodies, on their bodies, in their mouths, between their breasts, pounding each
of them again and again.

When he comes too Donavan found himself outside the door of the dance studio
and at the top of the metal staircase that lead up the side of the tall old
building. He'd obviously been dumped out there by the girls when he'd lost
consciousness and was then of no use to Debbie and Julie. It took a bit of
time for the man to pull himself together, so that he was able to make it down
the fire escape stairwell, then out of the house grounds and make it down the
road to his car. He had to sit there for a while longer in the car before he
was in the right state to be able to drive all the way back home.

In the bedroom and Charlie raised his head off the pillow, he must have nodded
off for a bit, well it had been quite an exhausting day for him. The bed was
empty apart from him of course and in the distance, he could hear the sound of
giggly women and the shower running. So, he knew where Mrs Maskell and Mrs
Hall where! The boy stretched, got off the bed, found his cloths, scattered
around the dressing room, got dressed and left. He thought about joining the
woman, but if he left now they'd miss him when they came out, that would just
make them want him, even more, ready for next time!

It was later that evening when Mandy, Donavan's wife, sat down at the table,
opposite her husband, ready for her evening meal. And right on time her Son,
Charlie, came into the room and quietly made his way to the table and sat down
as well. There was silence as the three of them sat there eating, Mandy taking
not much notice of her husband and Son as she ate. Donavan slowly playing with
his food, his body ached, his jaw was sore, his face hurt, his stomach felt
tender and bruised. Eating was the last thing on his mind, as he kept his head
down low, his even rougher than normal look was a tell-tale sign that
something had happened to him today. Charlie was hungry, he wolfed his food
down as if he needed an energy boost after an exhausting day's hard work.

The lad was also tired and yawned, Mandy looked up at her Son, a quite firm
look on her face, "manners!" A reminder to him about where he was and what she
expected. The boy apologised and sheepishly went back to his meal, taking his
time now. Just then there was a buzzing sound that came from the computer that
was on the desk, in the alcove, a small area to the side of the dining room
and out the way.

The computer buzzed again and again, both Donavan and Charlie looked up and
their eyes where drawn to the area where the computer was. Mandy paid no
attention to it, even if it was her computer and the noise indicated there
were messages waiting for her. But to the Father and Son, that sound also
meant something else, it meant that 'someone', a female, females had made a
booking, and that Donavan and Charlies, 'services' would be required!

Mandy carried on with her meal, she would attend to her business messages
later. After her meal and after her husband and Son had cleared the table,
poured her a glass of wine and where busy with the washing up, only then did
Mandy move over to the computer and look at the messages. She read through
them, checked the booking forms that had been sent to her, allocated names to
slots in the diary and checked that her bank account had received payment.

Everything was fine, the woman leant back in her chair and looked at the next
few weeks bookings that she'd taken. She wondered to herself why she hadn't
had the idea before, hire out your husband and Son! Her husband, Donavan was a
rouged man and he was able to take a good beating, especially off of a
frustrated, rebellious young girl and her Son, as she'd been told, seemed to
have a natural talent for satisfying a sexually frustrated older woman!

All Mandy had to do was rely on word of mouth about how her 'men' performed,
which soon got around, then she would lie back and let the money roll in! But
the key to her business plan, was opening the services of her 'men' to Mothers
and Daughters only, it made the booking system so much easier and added a bit
of a 'something' to the service she, her 'men', provided! A Father and Son for
Mother's and Daughter's, yes, Mandy wondered why she hadn't come up with this
idea before. All that missed opportunity, but never mind business was picking
up and the bookings where coming in along with the money.

There was another obvious benefit to the service she provided, she could away
'barter' if the 'price' was right! Mandy was still herself a woman and had
needs, there was nothing wrong with beating another woman's husband and
fucking another woman's Son. Especially when her own husbands was getting his
arse kicked and her Son was getting his cock played with.

Just then Mandy's phone went, it was a woman who was new to Mandy's business
and was making some enquiries. She took her wine and went to sit down in the
living room to talk through what service's her business could provide, the
terms and condition, her payment options, that sort of thing.

This meant that the computer was left on and unattended, so it wasn't long
before the husband sneaked out the kitchen to check the bookings for next
week. Donavan scanned the computer quickly before his wife came back "Crap!"
followed by "Oh!" followed by "OH, SHIT!" Then he scurried back to the kitchen
to finish the washing up.

This allowed Charlie to rush out and check his Mum's computer also. He was
back at school for the rest of the week but knew he would be 'working' at
least one day next week, but with who? He eagerly looks at the booking page
"Wow!" followed by "Oh!" followed by "OH! MY!" Then he darted back into the
kitchen to help tidy up.

On the computer the booking page showed where the two of them, Donavan and
Charlie, were, currently, going next week ... ... ...

Wednesday ... ...

Appointment 1 - Mrs Li (Charlie) - Daughter, Mei (Donavan)

It then gave the address of where the appointment was to take place and this
was well known to both Father and Son, as Mrs Li and her Daughter, Mei where
pervious 'customers', of the business. Charlie knew Mrs Li, she was a small,
quite stunning Chinese woman, shorter than him but a woman with a ferocious
appetite for sex. She wanted it everywhere, in the bed, over the table, in the
shower, in the local park, that was different and even out on her bedroom
balcony! Donavan also knew the Daughter Mei, the girl who was so much smaller
than him, but a feisty girl, into her kick boxing and with a steely
determination to beat any opponent, viciously.

Appointment 2 - (New) Mrs Taylor-Bradley (Charlie) - Daughter, Tiffany
(Donavan)

The address there wasn't known to either 'men' as Mrs Taylor-Bradley and
Daughter Tiffany where new customers to the business, this would be their
first 'meeting!' But even so that name, Mrs Taylor-Bradley was known to both
the 'men', she was one of Charlie's school teachers! The schools very prim and
proper, Biology teacher, an attractive woman and one the lad had never suspect
that she had a 'dirty side!' He just knew this was going to be so much fun,
especially considering she was his teacher! Donavan had seen Tiffany during
school events the formal schoolgirl prefect, the County horse riding champion,
a girl who was good in the saddle. He imagined her in riding boots and with a
whip. Suddenly the girl became much scarier to him!

Appointment 3 - (New) Mrs Henshaw (Charlie) - Daughters, Pauline & Phoebe
(Donavan)

It was this last appointment that took both Donavan and Charlie by surprise as
they had looked through next week schedule, the last appointment of the day
was again for a new 'customers' but the names and address where all to well
know to the two 'men.' Charlie couldn't believe that it was his Aunty Pamela's
name there, he couldn't believe it was his own Aunt, "OH MY!" As for Donavan,
he was also shocked as he'd seen the names of his Niece's, the twins, Pauline
and Phoebe with his name next to theirs. His Niece's, he remembered just what
a handful and pair of terrors they could be, "OH SHIT!"

A short while later and Mandy finished her call and came back to her computer,
she shut the lid on it and smiled. Knowing that her husband and Son would have
sneaked out to see what was in store for them next week. They had done a good
job today, they had worked well as the e-mails that Mandy had received proved
that. E-mails to thank her for the wonderful performance that Charlie had
delivered and the study resilience that Donavan had put up.

But the woman didn't want them to see the praise that they had received, she
just wanted them to concentrate on their next visits, their next performances,
their next work day's! She knew they would also have been shocked with what
they saw, but still there was time to change this around, she had more
enquiries she would probably have to add an extra day in next week anyway, so
it was all bound to change. But Mandy's Sister and her Nieces, 'now that will
be an interested day!"

Mandy smiled her Mother and Daughter 'entertainment' business was going well,
very well and although she didn't have a Daughter herself, just her business
tools of a sturdy husband and cute Son, she also had a few 'needs!' The woman
grinned, as she'd arranged a few things, made one or two deals and next week
she would have a couple visits herself. It was OK for other Mother's to fuck
her Son and other Daughter's to beat her husband, so she could fuck other
Mother's Son and beat up other Daughter's Father's. So, with the arrangement
made, next week Mandy would have a few men to beat and a few boys to warm her
bed for her too, she had the best of both worlds. Life as a newfound business
woman was good for Mandy, she'd recommend this life to any woman ... ... !