By Dan57 with characters from Jill York
Elizabeth had just come back from a short visit to her husband. Mr Gupta allowed her to spend an extended week end with him once a month but she was to give her Master afterward a report on the advancement of her training for the previous month. Of course, he was too busy with Susan and Joan to keep a constant eye on her! Therefore Elizabeth had a considerable leeway even though her daughter Susan was especially in charge of her day to day control and of her punishment if she failed to assume her duties! Elizabeth had gone directly from the station to Mr Gupta's penthouse for her monthly reporting.
The procedure had been ingrained in her brain : Elizabeth had stripped naked in the antechamber, just keeping the five inches stilettos that Joan had recently bought for her and the crotchless tights she put on alternatively with her stockings when she travelled by train. It was easier for her then to flash her pussy or her ass to other passengers. One month before she had attracted the interest of a travelling rugby team when she had bent down to put on her shoes : the men had had a nice view on her breasts, hanging freely in her deep cleavage! The whole rugby team had instantly closed on her and her travel had been much less tedious than usually! She had visited all their sleeping cars during the night and she had netted more than five hundred pounds, half of it had been a nice addition to her income and she didn't count the tips! Her husband never asked questions about the origin of her money!
- Good morning, Elizabeth! You look magnificent and very fuckable, if you permit me!
- Thank you, Master! I bought this body hugging sweater and this short schoolgirl skirt in a retail shop just near my husband's church, just to please you and make you proud of me. Watching Joan so often wearing a school girl uniform when I visit you decided me to buy one for me! Edward almost blew a fuse when he saw me wearing it in the street in our country village! I loved it. I think I will wear this skirt each time I visit him!
-You seem to be in a playful mood, Elizabeth! But tell me what was the reaction of your fellow passengers?
-It was windy when I waited for the train at the station. My skirt kept being lifted by the gale, revealing my thighs pretty high but as you taught me, I never tried to smooth it down! There were around fifty people on the platform. I sat on a metallic bench and negligently put my feet on it. My skirt rode up my thighs. I parted my thighs wide and my skirt flared out with my naked and freshly shaven pussy in its center. I had chosen a place where the sun would flash it out! I felt like a flower just waiting for a big pistil!
-Did people watch you?
-You are pulling my leg, Master! I was soon the center of attention of them all and I relished it! I then stood up and paced along the platform, enjoying their lewd glances. At a moment, the skirt in my back was completely lifted up by the wind and stayed stuck on my coat. My buttocks were completely exposed and everyone could see I wasn't wearing any knickers underneath, not even a string! Once more, I didn't push it down...
-God! You must have been extremely popular in the train afterward, dear!
-You're right, Master. It had been my first goal, so I didn't look for a seat and I stayed in front of a window in the gangway. I pushed my bottom back. People had to squeeze themselves between the wall and my buttocks. They didn't miss the opportunity to rub their hands against my ass or for the most daring my pussy. For the first ones, I wiggled my bottom to show them I wasn't adverse to such a discreet homage but for the later, I turned toward them and beamed to them, sending to them a peck if they were handsome and pushing my tits forward if they were well built. I always have been fond of men with large shoulders. They are often well hung and have good staying power!
-Did you just tease your admirers, Elizabeth?
-You know that I now need more than furtive fondling! You trained me to become always horny : I've become completely addicted to sex and I enjoy it! I had climbed on the last carriage and there was a place to store cycles for tourists with a bench in the back. I went there with a broad flirtatious smile, pushing my shoulders back and my tits forward like a figure head. I wiggled my bottom as seductively as I could and when I arrived to the bench, I had six men on tow!
-Only six : you must have been disappointed! When you pay a visit to my first shop in B'ham, you have usually more than thirty suitors!
-Don't worry, Master! I knew it was just a beginning : these men would boast of their chance encounter with their friends and send me other customers...
-Customers? Don't tell me you played the whore in a carriage of British Rail!
-Why not, Master? Last time, I visited all the cabins in a sleeping car with a whole rugby team! This time, I had only six men to entertain! How could I pick one to fuck me and keep the other ones waiting? I decided I would have a larger than usual assistance!
-Then how did you manage it?
-Simple! I put myself on auction : I would give head to the highest bidder and he could fuck me afterward. In this manner, the guys would be really excited and the bids could get very high. Just to make them mad with lust, I offered them to peel off one of my garments when the bids would reach one, two or three hundred pounds! I had just three garments on! Next Time, I'll put on a wide brimmed hat and a corset!
-A good point for your imagination! Wasn't it a pretty hefty price for a whore!
-Sure but it's unusual to see a whore performing in a carriage in England and a pretty whore at it if you consider my age! The guys were really in a frenzy. The one hundred pounds level was reached in five minutes. The guys were ready for a brawl to take off my coat. I decided to ask the winner a fee of ten pounds for the privilege of helping me out of it! The only think I remember of the guy who handed me the ten pounds note was that he had freckles and carrot hair! Then the bids resumed. I played with my tits through my blouse and the men seemed to enjoy it!
-I can understand it, Elizabeth! You're really a whore!
-Sure but remember I have been a rather demure wife : who is responsible for my change, but you, Master?
-On target, Elizabeth! Did you reach the two hundred pounds limit?
