CHAPTER ONE

“I do like a girl in uniform, Koral.” Albert said softly, reclining in his armchair. Opposite him, Koral squirmed in the velvet upholstered high backed chair. Her short black skirt rode higher, exposing a hint of milk white thigh above the tops of her regulation black stockings.

“Tell me, Koral.” Albert paused as he savoured another sip of his favourite malt whisky. “When do you complete your training at Hendon?”

“I've six weeks left to do, then with a little luck I could be posted here to my home town.”

“That would be wonderful. I'm so pleased for you: I always knew you were a clever girl.”

It was a sultry August afternoon. Albert was sat in his shirtsleeves; the broad black leather belt he had worn since his working days down the pits was almost concealed by his paunch. Early retirement and a hefty redundancy payment had left him both comfortably off and with plenty of time on his hands. As a young man he had been notorious for chasing anything in a skirt and this had landed him in hot water on more than one occasion. He had never married.

'Most marriages end in divorce and in the payment of alimony, which is like throwing fresh salmon at a dead moggy;' was his favourite line when the subject of marriage cropped up in conversation.

“How long are you home for, Koral?” Albert casually enquired, his fingers nonchalantly stroking the growing bulge in his trousers.

“Just a couple of days, Uncle Albert.” Koral's tongue languidly moistened her generous rubicund lips. “I just thought I would call round and see how you were keeping.”

“And for a little extra spending money, eh?” Albert smiled before taking another sip of his malt. He knew why Koral had come. Nothing had to be said. It would all happen at a leisurely pace, and when he was good and ready. Albert's eyes widened over the rim of his glass as he caught sight of Koral's white cotton panties. Her skirt was now riding high above her stocking tops and his breathing quickened as she lifted and parted her long legs and placed one on each of the padded arms of the chair. She looked down as her fingers slowly unfastened the buttons of her uniform jacket. Her firm, voluptuous bra-bound young breasts pressed against the white shirt beneath. Still not looking up, Koral proceeded to unbutton her shirt and unclip her bra fastener. Cupping her breasts in her hands she slowly rubbed her forefingers over the large pale pink nipples and excited them until erect.

Albert had sat and watched her play out this scene many times before. Unbuckling his belt, he shoved a hand beneath the waistband of his trousers, and reaching down adjusted his penis as it swelled awkwardly inside his pants. Koral's hands had now worked their way down between her legs, and the fingers of her left hand pulled the crotch of her panties to one side to reveal a cropped blonde bush of hair. Eyes closed, she sucked the fingers of her right hand in preparation for what was to follow. The warm saliva dripped from her fingertips as she lowered her hand between her thighs, then as though in slow motion, her index finger slipped between the tight lips of her pussy leaving her pink inner folds to the mercy of her middle finger's delicate delvings.

Easing himself from his armchair Albert placed a low stool in front of Koral's chair. Now only inches away, he watched as Koral's frenzied fingers worked to release her hot sticky juices. For a second a trickle of white come hung at the base of her pussy before rolling downwards and into the cleft of her bottom. It was the signal Albert had been waiting for. The thick middle finger of his right hand traced its way up between Koral's firm pale buttocks and rested against her anus. Slowly circling the puckered dark pink opening he lubricated it with her come before slipping it in. Koral let out a low moan, and reaching out, grabbed hold of Albert's head and pulled his face down onto her sex. His tongue lashed and poked her rampant clitoris before moving on down to lap at the entrance of her pussy. Releasing his head, knowing his ministrations would continue and lead her to multiple orgasms, she returned to playing with her ripe upturned breasts, forcing them even further upwards, she licked each in turn whilst rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

Koral's legs now rested on Albert's shoulders. He could feel her soft warm thighs against the sides of his face tighten and shudder each time she climaxed. He knew timing was of the essence. Pulling his throbbing penis from his trousers he began rubbing it slowly, then rising from his stool and, leaning forward, pressed its broad underside between Koral's sex-lips. Moving back and forth he glided its length along her slippery crimson furrow, and pushing the cushiony glans down on her erect clitoris moved it from side to side. Koral gasped, and reached down to take hold of his scrotum. Feeling it tighten she knew he was close to coming, and her fingers moved to hold her pouting pussy-lips apart ready to receive his stream of hot juice. A long low moan preceded his ejaculation. The swamping surge of come filled her already juicy slit to the brim, causing her buttocks to lift from the chair and her back to arch in ecstasy, as she frantically rubbed Albert's abundant secretions into her crimson folds.

Panting and sweating profusely, Albert returned to his chair and poured himself another malt.

“There's a box of tissues next to you, Koral.” Albert nodded in the direction of the table. Koral reached out and taking a couple, dabbed the come from her pussy before rearranging her panties. Standing, she fastened her shirt and jacket and brushed herself down.

“There's no stains on my skirt, is there, Uncle Albert?” she asked turning her back towards him.

“Don't be silly, Koral, I pride myself on my shooting. Besides, at my age I can't afford to waste any.” Albert answered, chuckling into his glass.

“I don't know about that.” Koral countered. “I bet you could come another bucket full without too much effort.”

“Possibly, but I have to keep some in reserve for your big sister.”

“Sonia still comes to see you then?” Koral sounded miffed.

“Her need has become greater than yours since that friend of hers introduced her to rubber and leather.”

“Really!” Koral exclaimed, her interest roused. “Tell me more... I promise I won't let on to Sonia I know... Honest, Uncle Albert.” Having regained his composure Albert deliberated for a moment whilst recharging his glass.

“Very well, young lady, I will tell you, but on one condition.”

“Depends on the condition.” Koral replied smugly.

“The next time you come to see me, bring a friend.”

“A girl friend?” Koral asked enquiringly.

“No. A boyfriend. It's about time you were shown the ropes. After all I'm the best teacher you could ever wish for, even though I'm past all the athletics.”

“What you mean is... you want to watch me and some young buck have it off while you watch... You sly old fox.”

“Well if you object to that I...” The remainder of Albert's reply was aimed at the bottom of his glass as he upended it and drained its ten-year-old contents.

“It's not that I object exactly.” Koral replied, “It's finding someone who would agree to perform before an audience.”

“Remembering of course, my dear girl, that I would like to join in when the urge takes me.”

“Christ! In that case I would say it would be impossible to find someone.”

“Rubbish, Koral. Many a young man would give his right arm to fuck a good looking young lady such as yourself. Look, if you like I'll sort out someone suitable for you and I promise you he will be everything you would want.”

“Very well then, Uncle Albert, I agree, but if I don't fancy him I shall turn around and walk straight out.”

“Oh you will like him, Koral. After all it's in both our interests for me to choose very carefully.”

“Now that's agreed, tell me what my sister Sonia is into.”

“Bondage. Not your straight forward bondage though, more your domineering stuff.”

Koral looked surprised. 'My God, I don't believe it! Sonia domineering ...I mean I knew she was sex mad. We used to fight over mum's dildo when we were kids, but I would never have had her marked down as a sex slave or whatever you call it.”

“It's a bit more involved than her being a sex slave, Koral. You see, she has taken a liking to the lash and the crop. Since you were here last I have had the basement transformed into a soundproof cell to accommodate your sister's needs. Only last week I watched her through a two-way mirror from an adjacent room while she flogged this poor bloke to within an inch of his life, then she trussed up the poor chap's wife and set about her with a dildo.”

“Good grief, the mind boggles, Uncle Albert. Who would have thought...? Sonia dressed in rubber and leather.”

“Quite a surprise, eh Koral? Tell you what, come down to the basement and I'll show you around, you never know there may be one or two toys you might like to play with.”

Koral looked at her watch. “Well I do have a couple of hours to kill and being a trainee copper I suppose I should be inquisitive.” She laughed.

“That's my girl.” Albert said as he led the way out of the lounge and along a passage to a door beneath the staircase. Reaching up he took a key from the shelf above the door and unlocked it. A flight of stone steps led down to a small ante-room. The wall on the right was lined with books. Albert pushed one of the volumes and a section of the bookcase slid back to reveal a dimly lit room with rows of leather chairs facing what appeared to be a large window.

“This is the viewing room. Note the boxes of tissues and wet wipes scattered around and the sex appliances along the shelf under the two-way mirror.” Koral peered through the two-way mirror.

“But I can't see anything, Uncle Albert.'

“Of course you can't. I have to turn on the lights in the cell.” He reached up to a bank of switches and flicked them down. Concealed lighting illuminated the cell. A terracotta tiled floor was littered with chains and ankle shackles. More chains hung from overhead beams, and around the soundproof clad walls hung a variety of whips. In the centre of the room was a large padded bench which could be adjusted to any position by the means of hand wheels along its side, and in the far corner stood an ornate Chinese lacquered cabinet.

“What's in that, Uncle Albert?” Koral asked pointing towards it.

“Come, I'll show you.” Albert led the way out of the viewing room. As they crossed the cell floor Koral turned to face the large mirrored wall.

“Blimey, Uncle Albert, it really is a two-way mirror. No one would think there may be people the other side watching everything.”

“And frigging, and wanking.” Albert added.

“Frigging? You mean you get women watching as well?” Koral said in disbelief.

“Well of course women watch. They enjoy seeing young men being whipped, especially when it's a woman doing the whipping.”

“Does it hurt?” Koral asked, looking worried.

“Depends.” Albert answered matter-of-factly.

“On what?”

“On which type of whip one uses.”

“You mean there are different types of whips? They all look the same to me, Uncle Albert.”

“To the uninitiated they do. Look, before I show you the contents of the cabinet, let me demonstrate just what I mean!”

“It won't hurt, will it?” A look of consternation crossed Koral's pretty face.

'Silly girl, of course not. Now, lift your skirt up around your waist and bend over that bench! You can keep your knickers on! I wouldn't want you getting too excited.”

“You make it sound as though it could be pleasurable, Uncle Albert.”

“Koral, there's one thing you must appreciate;” Albert had removed one of the whips from its hanging place and was now standing alongside Koral's upturned bottom, “when you are in this room you must obey without question every instruction you are given. Do you understand?”

“Just as long as you don't hurt me too much.” Koral replied.

“Do you understand?” Albert demanded an answer.

“Yes ... yes ... I understand.” Koral murmured. Her fingers had located a raised wooden peg on either side of the bench and she gripped them in anticipation of the pain to come.

“Good. Now spread your legs a little!”

Koral obeyed without further question. The muscles in her buttocks twitched nervously. She felt the touch of Albert's hand on her quivering cheeks as he gathered the material of her panties and pulled it tight between her fleshy mounds.

The first sharp crack of the leather thongs echoed around the cell and Koral twisted sideways in an attempt to avoid the next... but the next one never came.

“God almighty! that stung, Uncle Albert ... You said it wouldn't hurt.”

“Quiet, bitch, and lie flat.” Koral positioned herself and waited.

Once more the thongs of the whip swished through the air and came down on her firm white buttocks and once again she writhed. Albert's hand caressed and squeezed them momentarily and continued. Four more harsh cracks echoed throughout the cell. Koral lay moaning. Her once white buttocks were now criss-crossed with thin red lines. A curious warmth spread downwards between her stocking clad legs. She felt her panties beginning to dampen as her pussy gyrated and pressed against the edge of the bench after each stroke of the whip.

She was now at Albert's mercy and for what seemed an eternity the cell was deathly quiet.

“I know you want to be brought to a climax, Koral, I can tell from the wetness between your legs. If you want me to proceed remove your skirt and knickers and assume your present position!”

As Koral removed her clothes Albert went across to the cabinet and took out a menacing looking black two-pronged dildo. Unscrewing the lid from a tub of lubricant he dipped the sculpted heads of the rubber pricks into it.

Koral had assumed her former position, not knowing what to expect next. Behind her, Albert knelt down between her open legs and slowly inserted the lower dildo into her pussy. As the upper and slimmer rubber shaft made contact with her anus he separated her cheeks and worked it into her. Leather straps attached to either side of the base of the dildo were then fastened to metal rings at the end of the bench and pulled tight. Koral bit her lower lip as she felt the flexing rubber pricks reach up inside her. Her slender fingers gripped the pegs as once more the multi-thonged whip swingingly striped her bottom. The time between strokes was now less and Koral's spasmodic movements strained against the leather straps causing them to bite into her bottom and upper thighs. The gaping lips of her pussy left the nub of her erect clitoris exposed to rub against the smooth padded edge of the correction bench, and when contact with it became unbearable she attempted to pull away, causing the two-pronged dildo to penetrate even deeper inside her.

Albert placed the whip on the bench alongside Koral and stood between her widespread legs. Massaging a cool oil into her angry looking bottom, he checked the positioning of the dildoes which had now penetrated Koral's pussy and anus up to the hilt. Reaching down between her legs he fleetingly squeezed her rampant clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. Then, attaching the two wires hanging from the base of the dildo to a foot control module he moved swiftly to fasten Koral's wrists to the projecting pegs.

“What are going to do to me, Uncle Albert?” Koral said beginning to panic. While her hands had remained free she had felt safe but now she was fearful of what would happen next.

“Shut up and save your breath!” Albert barked, moving to the end of the correction bench and fastening Koral's widespread ankles to the rings at its feet. “I'm about to milk you of all your joy-juices as you experience the orgasms of a lifetime.”

Albert returned to his whipping position, the sole of his foot hovered above the pad of the control module lying on the floor. He had discarded the multi thonged whip for a cane and using only light strokes at first he tapped Koral's reddened mounds.

Koral cried out. The cane hurt. Then, becoming used to the pain moaned as the combination of pain, and the pleasure of the inserted rubber shafts, induced her juices to begin to flow. She was unaware of the electronic attachment Albert had made to the dildoes when suddenly and without warning, she stiffened as she felt the rubber shafts slowly begin rotating inside her.

“Christ...Uncle Alb...ert!... What are you doing to me!” Koral was confused, for until now it had been her own movements that had brought her to the edge of orgasm. Now suddenly she was lay still, the sensation of the vibrations inside her making her gasp for breath. Albert brought the cane down mercilessly across her bottom, at the same time depressing the footpad control and increasing the vibrating motions within her. Koral's bottom began to shake. Perspiration covered her contorted face as she absorbed the intense physical pleasure.

Albert looked down on her quivering buttocks and increased the vibrations once again. Koral's hips lifted from the edge of the correction bench and the leather thongs holding in the black rubber shafts bit deeper into the undercurve of her bottom. Sensing she was close to orgasm, Albert placed a hand on her vibrating pussy and teased her clitoris with his fingers. Koral screamed and released an uncontrollable jet of hot pee over Albert's fingers.

For a while Koral seemed to pass out. Her heart had raced to fever pitch at the height of her orgasm and was only now returning to normal. As she came round she could feel the two-pronged dildo being removed and she quickly feigned unconsciousness as she felt Albert's willy enter her trembling pussy. Her ankles and wrists were still tethered, though her bottom and thighs were now free of the restraints that had held in her the rubber shafts.

Koral lay still, the feel of Albert's ball bag swinging against her yawning pussy lips told her it would be some minutes before he came. As his scrotum tightened his breathing quickened and Koral felt him withdraw his long meaty penis and move it up to the puckered entrance of her anus. Still feigning unconsciousness Koral summoned every fibre of her strength to remain inert as she felt the pliant bulbous head of Albert's willy forcibly enter her taut pink portal. Once inside, her clasping encircling sphincter gripped it tightly and held it as it adapted to the girth of the twitching knob. Resting a moment, Albert placed his thumbs either side of Koral's anus and held the cheeks of her bottom apart, and slowly, inch by excruciating inch, he drove his throbbing willy into Koral's tight little orifice.

Once in and up to the hilt he slowly began to withdraw it, stopping only when its head engaged the inner rim of Koral's snug fitting collar. She felt Albert's prick slowly delve into her several more times, each thrust becoming more bearable than the last as her juices lubricated her tight little passage.

She had seen and played with his willy on many occasions previously but this was the first time it had ever entered her. She had often wondered what the eight inches of throbbing muscle would feel like inside her and now she knew.

Lots of things ran through her mind as she lay still, not daring to make a sound. She recalled when on her sixteenth birthday she had visited Albert at his request to collect her present. She had got quite squiffy on whisky and had ended up knelt down between his legs as he sat in his armchair. The next thing she knew she was stroking his huge willy, rubbing her hands up and down the its length and squeezing it. She remembered the first time she had rubbed it hard, causing its foreskin to slide down beneath its enormous purply head and how she had made him so excited that he tried to get her to kiss and suck it.

She had refused, pulling back just in time as his come spurted out all over her face.

Albert's fucking action had now quickened. His bollocks were no longer bouncing off her pussy. Koral wondered what he would do as he neared to coming, and hoped he wasn't going to pull it out and come all over the back of her uniform jacket.

His hands were under her suspenders, gripping the tops of her thighs as his frenzied thrusting neared crescendo. Koral prayed he wouldn't notice her white knuckles which would have belied her fake stupor as she gripped the wooden pegs in readiness for what might follow.