A Basic Instinct Ch. 06

** Authors Note: This is my final chapter of Debbie's story, and with all stories now complete my final story for this web site, and I hope that you enjoy it. Thank you for reading my stories.**

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Debbie stood under the shower and allowed the water to stream down over her. She soaped her body lovingly, before letting the running water rinse her off.

She stepped out and wrapped a warm fluffy towel around her torso and then went to study the meagre contents of her wardrobe.

She found some black lacy underwear with a matching bra and suspender belt, and she had a pair of silky stockings still new in their packet.

She put these on and stepped into a pair of spiky stilettos, and then studied herself in the mirror.

"Wear something sexy underneath," the fat tramp called Will, had ordered her.

Her blue eyes flashed with excitement as she scooped up her auburn hair to clip it on the top of her head.

Debbie smiled as she pulled on the pretty wrap around dress. Those two dirty tramps would be coming in their pants once she started to dance for them.

"I want you to strip as you dance for us," again Will's command drifted through her mind as she went to switch on the landing light to signal to them that she was ready.

She stood waiting at the top of the stairs -- her heart beating with anticipation until the silence down stairs was disturbed by the quite hum of soft music.

She walked slowly down the stairs -- making them wait for as long as possible.

Debbie walked into the dimness of the living room and felt a rush of pure adrenalin as the two tramps looked at her with undisguised lust in their grubby features.

"I thought I was going to have to come and look for you," Will the bigger and more dominant of the two tramps, reprimanded her.

"You two dirtied me so bad it took me a while to get clean again," she couldn't resist throwing in the jibe and Will's little hiss of annoyance told her she'd hit the spot; he'd get her for that later she had NO doubt.

"Come and stand over here where we can see you!" he snapped irritably.

Debbie hid her little smirk and went to stand in front of the two of them. She clasped her hands together and looked down at the ground, her whole demeanour one of meekness and compliance.

"Now start dancing!"

She listened to the soft music for a moment and then ever so slowly she began to sway her hips. She lifted her arms slightly so that the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves, and swayed seductively to the music.

"Ahh! Now ain't that nice Will!" Burt chirped up enthusiastically.

Will gave an impatient little grunt but his eyes remained fixed on Debbie. He felt his cock beginning to swell in his trousers as he thought of the things he was going to do to her.

"Now strip!" he grunted, his voice thick with lust.

The wrap around dress had about half a dozen little ties, all of which were loosely fastened.

Debbie moved over to the two tramps as she continued to sway and swirl. She held out one of the ties invitingly and hoped that they would get the message.

The tramps were dirty, useless, aimless vagabonds, they were not however stupid.

They spotted the ties very quickly and each leaned forward eagerly to pull at them.

The dress slid open and fell from her shoulders in one graceful motion, and the gulps from the two tramps was a real boost to Debbie's ego; as she danced in front of them in her sexy black underwear, complete with silky stocking and sinful stilettos.

They sat watching her for a full five minutes, before Will reached forward again to tug at the cups of her bra.

Her boobs popped out of the lacy material to show her pretty, pink; very hard and prominent nipples.

Debbie bent over the two tramps, and rested her hands lightly on the back of each of their heads. "Look," she whispered huskily. "One each."

The two men smirked as they remembered the day in the park and how she had said that to them then; just before they had laid her on the ground to suckle on them.

As she continued to sway her hips to the music her boobs jiggled in their faces, just too tempting for them to resist as they each opened their mouths to draw one of her nipples in and to suckle hungrily like new born babies.

The lightning bolts that were shooting through Debbie; travelling all the way down to her throbbing pussy were almost overwhelming.

In the park the two men had suckled on her boobs and fingered her pussy as they had pulled on their dicks.

That wasn't going to happen today.

Suddenly Burt pulled away and stumbled to his feet. "It's no good," he gasped agitatedly. "I've just got to fuck her this time."

He walked behind Debbie and in one viscous motion he ripped her lacy knickers from her.

Debbie gave a little yelp of surprise as she dropped forward a little and rested her hands heavily on Will's thighs for support.

Burt wasn't finished with her yet though as he nudged her at the back of her knees and she fell into a kneeling position in front of Will.

Burt forced her legs open and plunged his rock hard dick, deep into her sopping wet pussy and began to thrust at her as hard and fast as he could.

Debbie gave a little grunt and the tears came to her eyes as she saw Will unfastening his trousers with a huge grin on his ugly face.

"Well since your offering girly."

He let his own hard cock spill from his trousers and looked to Debbie expectantly.

With Burt hammering away behind her and Will looking forward to a blow job in front of her; Debbie was really beginning to feel ill used.

She reached out her hand to grasp at his dick and took it deep into her throat. Then with her other hand she began to desperately finger her own neglected clitoris.

"Ahh yes girl; just like that!" Will sighed fighting the desire to close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations. He desperately wanted to keep watching Debbie as Burt fucked her from behind and she sucked on him like an old pro.

He could see that she was getting off on it, and it was going to be a close call as to who came first.

Burt enjoying the delights of a woman's pussy after so many years of abstinence and watching his good friend Will getting the blow job of the century felt the adrenalin surging through him. His excitement was just too much and he spilled his load deep into Debbie with a howl of triumph.

Debbie gagged and gulped as she sucked on Will's cock, he smelled none too clean and tasted disgusting, and she thought with fondness of Mr. Groves. He'd seemed dirty and disgusting when he'd first made her suck him off, but she had learned to enjoy the taste of him, and it was memories of him -- coupled with the warmth of Burt's fluids that sent her spiralling into an orgasm that almost choked the life out of her when Will gushed his load down her throat so unexpectedly.

The three people separated to collapse wherever they happened to be - in exhaustion.

Will looked down at Debbie with a knowing little grin. "So how was that for you girl?" he asked tiredly.

Debbie looked up at him; clearly unimpressed. "You said you would give me lots of orgasms, but it looks to me like I shall have to pleasure myself to get even one."

Will's grin faded into a scowl and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "If it's orgasms you want girl, then it's orgasms that you'll get."

He reached out to grab her so fast that Debbie barely had time to squeal as he pulled her onto his lap and began to finger her roughly.

He pushed her down onto the sofa and his hands moved over her body as he groped and squeezed and mauled her.

"Is this what you want girly? Do you like it a bit rough?"

Will's stinking breath breathing all over her. And his dirty grubby hands invading her most private and delicate places, yes this was exactly what she wanted as she put up a token struggle forcing him to pin her down, grabbing both her wrists with one of his huge hands.

"Now lie still!" he hissed.

He rubbed at her clitoris and Debbie felt herself getting wetter and wetter as he continued to breath all over her.

He hooked his fingers and slowly began to insert two of his big fat digits into Debbie's pussy.

Burt sat on the floor watching and giggling, as Will finger fucked the beautiful young woman; who looked so innocent but could act like a cheap whore.

He crawled over to them and began to pinch one of her nipples, rolling it between his finger and thumb and kneading at her soft breast.

"You like that don't you Debbie?" Burt whispered in an excited little voice.

When she didn't answer him; he pinched harder on her nipple causing her to groan in pain.

"Yes you do like it." He hissed in satisfaction as he felt his dick twitching again in expectation.

He leaned over her to suckle on her nipple and Will's fingers began a hard pumping action that set Debbie up for another long and vocal orgasm.

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The two tramps spent the weekend with her and Will made sure that Debbie enjoyed many more climaxes as did the both of them.

It was late Sunday morning and Debbie had just about had her fill of them.

"I think that the two of you need to leave now," she told them firmly.

The pair of them shrugged their grubby shoulders in a philosophical manner and grinned at her.

"May be we can come and visit with you again?" Burt asked hopefully.

Debbie frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think that would be a good idea, but...." she looked at them sternly. "If you leave now without a fuss, then I might visit with you in the park sometimes."

The two men figured that they had nothing to lose. If she chose to visit them then there would be lots more fun to be had, but if she decided not to; then at least they'd had a hum-dinger of a weekend, one they were unlikely to forget.

They left Debbie's house with a cheerful wave.

Debbie made sure the doors were all securely locked, after all this house seemed to be a magnet for intruders and perverts alike and she really had had enough for the time being.

She climbed the stairs to take a much needed shower, and then set about tidying her mother's home.

She locked up the house securely before she left and treated herself to a taxi back to her grotty little flat.

She was up bright and early on the Monday morning packing up her things, and then walked around to the corner shop where she worked.

Mr Jenkins was already there and waiting for her to arrive.

"Good morning Debbie."

His wonky eyes could have been looking her over, but Debbie was never quite sure about it; certainly never enough to comment or accuse.

"Good morning Mr. Jenkins." She hesitated suddenly feeling a little nervous of him. "I'm afraid I'm not staying, I just came in to give you my notice."

Conrad Jenkins' nostrils flared in annoyance. What was it about these young women that they wouldn't stay with him? First Mandy, running off with his cousin who'd supposed to have been doing him a favour.

And now Debbie, he'd been nothing but polite and courteous to her and even kind on occasion -- letting her leave early on Friday, extra time for lunch, and things like that. And now here she was leaving him! He ground his teeth in frustration that he would never get to do to Debbie what he'd fantasised about doing to her.

There was nothing he could do about it though. There was no contract between them and so she was free to go.

"What will you do? Where will you go?" he asked begrudgingly looking for a way to persuade her to stay.

"I'm going back to my mum's for a while." She shrugged indifferently. "After that; I'm not quite sure yet."

She walked back to the door but turned to smile at him sending the blood rushing to his cock.

"I just wanted to let you know, and to thank you for giving me a job."

"If you really wanted to thank me then you would let me fuck you," he accused grumpily; all pretence of being a nice guy, no longer necessary since she was leaving anyway.

Debbie did a double take in surprise and then glanced automatically at the clock behind him. "You need to open up the shop and get ready for the Monday morning customers," she observed uncertainly.

Mr Jenkins followed her gaze. "Twenty minutes yet, and they won't die if they have to wait for a little while longer.

Debbie suddenly decided to test herself. "Twenty pounds," she demanded coolly.

"Pardon"

"I said twenty pounds and you can fuck me; but you only have fifteen minutes, I want to be gone before the shop opens for business."

"Done!" Conrad Jenkins was feeling so horny by now that the mere thought of paying Debbie for sex almost had him cumin in his pants.

Debbie walked past him and went through to his office. She pulled of her top to reveal her braless boobs much to his excitement, and then lifted her skirt to pull down her knickers.

"Where do you want to do it?" she asked in as business like a manner as she could.

"I want to fuck you from behind, so go and bend over my desk." He already had his dick out and he was stroking it in a loving manner.

Debbie could appreciate his affection for it, he was quite a big man and would really give her a good fuck.

She bent over his desk thinking he'd be the first customer of hers in her new career. Her pussy was already dripping wet in anticipation of his sizable member.

Mr Conrad Jenkins stepped up behind Debbie admiring her pert little ass, and then he stepped between her legs and rammed home his cock.

Debbie gave a grunt and a whimper; and braced herself as Mr. Jenkins started to hammer away at her without any further thought to her or any pleasure she might get from it. He was after all paying her for it so she didn't matter.

He reached around to grab cruelly at her soft tender breast, and with a gurgle and a grunt her gushed into her; loving the fact that there was so much of his cum it ran out and trickled down her legs.

He pulled out and staggered away. "There you go and you've still got ten minutes to spare," he gloated.

Debbie pulled her top over her head and pulled a little face as she tugged up her knickers again.

She turned to face her smug employer; thinking that he wasn't a very nice guy.

"That's twenty pounds you owe me." She told him firmly.

Mr Jenkins looked for a moment like he might argue, but a glance at her face convinced him otherwise.

He pulled out his wallet with a regretful sigh and handed over the cash.

"Thank you." Debbie said politely as she headed for the door again. She made for the shop door and was relieved to see that there was no one outside yet.

"Goodbye Mr. Jenkins and thank you again for giving me a job, I really did appreciate it."

Debbie left the shop before he could respond and walked quickly back to her flat. She didn't hang about, just grabbed her bags and left again; to go and find a taxi, which she paid for with Mr. Jenkins' twenty pound note.

She had not been back at her mums for five minutes before she heard the familiar knocking on the back door.

She put the kettle on to boil and opened the door.

"When did you get back?" she asked her next door neighbour casually.

"Late last night; and of course you'd already left by then."

There was an air of excitement about Mr. Groves and Debbie looked at him curiously.

"Sit down while I make us a coffee and you can tell me what's going on."

He sat down with a little sigh and smirked across at Debbie. "My wife summoned me," he began and at Debbie's nod he continued in a rush. "She wants to move in with her sister; the one who was ill and she was taking care of." He took the mug that she offered and sipped at it gratefully. "She wants us to get a divorce," he finished with a joyous laugh.

Debbie sipped at her own coffee thoughtfully. "So what will you do? I mean; I gather that you are pleased to be divorcing her, but I assume your house will need to be sold? Where will you go?"

Mr groves shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "The mortgage is all paid for so we'll get a nice hefty chunk of cash each. There are no injured parties; so no need for solicitors or anything, so it will be a straight forward fifty - fifty split on everything.

"I see." Debbie nodded, her mind already planning and arranging.

Mr Groves looked across at her hopefully. "I hope to be able to keep seeing you sometimes."

"Well, as to that; I've some news as well." Debbie said cautiously.

"Oh?"

She looked at him calmly hiding the sudden doubts she felt. "I've quit my job and given up my flat," she told him steadily, not looking at him anymore.

"Really?" Mr. Groves leaned forward clearly delighted at this news. "So where will YOU go? What will you do for money?"

Debbie met his gaze and allowed him to see her uncertainty. "I was rather hoping you might be able to help me."

"Well I'll have some money eventually," he mumbled doubtfully. "But it takes time to sell a house."

"Yes yes," Debbie nodded impatiently that they seemed to be a cross purposes. "But I didn't mean for you to help like that."

"Then what? How?" he asked confused.

Debbie gave a little sigh. "You know your friend Mr. Wilson?" He nodded still looking a little blank. "Well when you first told me about him you said that you had other friends that you could introduce me to with the same sort of thing in mind."

Debbie came to a halt again and watched his face as understanding slowly dawned.

"Oh Debbie!" he smiled "We've been waiting for you to come to realise what is best for a girl like you."

"We?"

"Yes Mr. Wilson and me. We both agree that we could all benefit if only you will see for yourself what kind of girl you are."

"So you and Mr. Wilson have talked about me?" Debbie wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson has a little house that's just off from his grounds. It has its own road and entry and is relatively isolated. You could live there and we could come and go without worrying about what people may think or say."

"I think we need to talk about all this with Mr. Wilson here as well." Debbie murmured uncertainly.

"Get your coat Debbie and I'll give him a call and see if we can pop by and have a talk with him."

She heard him murmuring on his mobile as she slipped on her jacket and picked up her handbag. "I'm ready," she said quietly as he closed up his phone again. "Is it convenient for him?"

Mr. Groves smiled enthusiastically. "Yes he says now is an excellent time to get things sorted and he'll show you round the house so that you can decide if you would like to live there."

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The house was in fact a little single story bungalow. It was fully furnished with nice quality furniture and Debbie walked around trying to picture herself living here. It would make a very nice home for her, she thought to herself.

She looked across at Mr. Wilson who had stayed by the front door but kept his gaze fixed on her hopefully.

"Well my dear? What do you think?" he asked with a little smile.

"It's all very nice," she nodded keeping her expression neutral. "But I'm not sure that I could afford the rent that you could get for a place like this."

"Oh Debbie my girl! I wouldn't expect you to pay any rent!" he'd stepped forward eagerly. "I thought -- hoped that we might come to a little arrangement."

"Oh?"

"Yes! If you could let me visit with you for say, twice a week? Then I would be more than happy to let you live here free of charge."

**

And so it was that Debbie moved into the little cottage and Mr. Groves would visit with her once in a while, and Mr. Wilson would visit with her regularly and between the two of them they introduced her to other 'dirty old men' with sometimes -- dubious fantasies.

Debbie had found her calling in life and it suited her very well.

She could indulge these men and gain little gifts and rewards for their often exotic tastes, but those are other stories -- would you like to hear of some of Debbie's encounters?