Debbie's Adventures Ch. 04

Her mum had been gone for just over a week, and Debbie began to realise that the £25 her mum put into her bank each week wouldn't go very far. She'd phoned up Pete yesterday, asking if he'd managed to get the money together yet, but he'd only managed to save £30.

She toyed with the idea of going over for the £30, but she didn't want him to realise that she was in need of the money.

She was just coming down the stairs in the early morning when there was a knock on her back door.

"Morning Mr. Groves, what can I do for you?" she greeted him as she opened the door.

"I thought you might like to offer me some coffee." He said with a little smirk.

Debbie frowned at him. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, your mum has been gone for more than a week now, and I'd guess that you're beginning to feel a bit lonely by now."

She opened the door a little wider to let him in and went to put the kettle on.

Mr. Groves sat at the kitchen table watching her with his dark beady eyes.

"So Debbie, how are you managing for money?" he asked casually as she poured out the coffee.

She slid a mug over to him and sat down opposite him.

"Mum puts a little in my account each week and she pays the bills for this place by direct debit." She told him quietly.

He seemed a little disappointed. "So you're all flush and taken care of then?" he grunted.

She gave a little wince. "Not really. The money mum gives me covers the basics but I've nothing left and I need soaps and things."

"You don't say?" he seemed pleased she thought as she looked at him questioningly.

Mr. Groves didn't say anything for a little while merely sat sipping the coffee she had made for him.

"How would you like to earn a little bit of pocket money Debbie?" he suddenly asked her casually.

"How?"

He fixed her with his beady eyes and Debbie felt a little jolt in her gut.

"Well you see it's like this." He told her carefully. "You remember my friend who came to visit with you in your bedroom."

She nodded her head but didn't speak.

"Well, he'd like to visit with you again, and he'd be quite happy to pay you a little something so that you can treat yourself."

"How much?"

He seemed surprised at her question, probably expected to have to talk her into it, she thought.

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "that would depend."

"On what?" she asked calmly.

"Well, how far would you be prepared to go."

She shrugged her shoulders, "I've no idea, what he did last time wasn't too bad." She said cautiously. "But what would he want this time and how much would he be prepared to pay?"

Mr. Groves looked as baffled as she felt. Neither one of them were prepared to admit what this would make Debbie.

"Look I'll tell you what." Debbie sighed. "You tell him to write it down in a letter what he wants, and put the money in with it. If I'm happy to do it then I'll keep the money and arrange for him to come round, if not then he can have the money back." She looked uncertainly at Mr. Groves. "Does that sound like a good idea?"

Mr. Groves nodded and smiled. "That sounds like a very good idea Debbie." He stood up and headed for the back door. "I'll go and talk to him right now and get back to you this afternoon.

Mr groves was back within the hour, and he had a nice sized envelope in his hand. Debbie put the kettle on to boil and made them both a coffee, and then she sat down at the kitchen table and opened the envelope. There was a nice amount of cash in it and two sheets of typed paper. She read the letter carefully frowning a little.

"Well?" Mr. Groves asked impatiently. "What does he want?"

"Here you read it." She said handing it over to him.

Mr. Groves read the letter. He gave an evil little chuckle and looked at her with dark excited eyes. "Seems simple enough?"

"Yes I suppose." She shrugged, "but he wants me to go to his place, and I've no idea how to get there."

"How much money did he offer you?"

Debbie counted it out carefully. "One hundred and twenty pounds!" she said in shock.

"So if you give me the twenty pounds I'll take you there and wait to bring you back again." He offered carefully.

"That would still leave me with a hundred pounds for myself." Debbie murmured thoughtfully. She looked at Mr. Groves. "Tell him I'll be waiting outside for him just after eight o'clock."

Mr. Groves took his mobile out of his pocket and punched in a text. A few seconds later he got one back. "He says that's fine." He told her putting his phone away.

He looked at Debbie again and she could tell that reading that letter had excited him. It had turned her on a little as well she admitted silently.

"We've got loads of time until eight o'clock." Mr. Groves said slyly.

Debbie nodded fighting to keep a stern look on her face. "Yes I have."

Mr. Groves frowned at her. "Now don't be like that Debbie."

She stood up and walked over to him. "So how would you like me to be?"

"I'd like you to be a good girl and lift your skirt up for me." He whispered.

"And if I don't?"

"I'm bigger and stronger than you." He muttered. "I could force you, and I would probably hurt you."

"So what you are saying is that I have NO CHOICE." She whispered in a frightened little girl's voice.

"No Debbie you don't"

Debbie lifted her skirt and Mr. Groves admired her pretty lacy panties. "My! Aren't they pretty Debbie?" He sighed softly.

"Yes they are Mr. Groves." Debbie said through clenched teeth, "and before you ask; no you can't keep them."

Mr. Groves looked at her in surprise. "I like to see them on you, and I like to take them off you, but why would I want to keep them?"

"Never mind." Debbie sighed.

"Open your legs Debbie." He whispered hoarsely to her.

He slipped his fingers inside her panties and started to rub at her moist clitoris.

He pulled her panties down to her knees and as she opened her legs wider for him he pushed two of his fingers as far into her as he could get them.

Debbie gave a little gasp of pleasure.

"You like that girl?" he snarled at her. "Tell me how you like it."

"Ooh Mr. Groves." She sighed, "That feels so good, with your fingers deep inside of me. Can you fuck me hard with your two fingers and make me come like the filthy little slut that I am."

"Get your tits out for me Debbie." He growled as he started to move his fingers hard.

As Debbie opened her top to reveal her boobs to him he leaned forward to clamp one of her nipples in his mouth, where he proceeded to suck hard on it.

His thumb started to rub at her clitoris and Debbie's head went back in ecstasy. It didn't take long for her muscles to tighten around his fingers and her body tensed into an unbelievably intense orgasm.

Mr. Groves let go of her boob and his fingers slithered out of her with a little slurping noise. Debbie fell back to sit panting on her chair for a moment.

Mr. Groves sat watching her as he played with his fully erect penis, "So little Debbie, are you going to come and sit on my knee for a bit?" he asked giving her an evil leer.

She let her panties slip of her feet and left them lying on the floor as she walked over to him and slowly lower herself on his hard cock

He went deep inside of her and they both groaned in unison.

Up and down on his dick she went, working them both into a frenzy. He pawed at her boobs again and sucked and licked at her. The whole thing was just so seedy that Debbie came with a little squeal just as she felt Mr. Groves's sperm gushing deep inside of her.

Debbie left Mr. Groves sitting in the kitchen while she went up stairs to take a shower and freshen up. By the time she got back down Mr. Groves had left, closing the back door behind him. Debbie glanced to where she had left her knickers, meaning to put them in the washing machine. They were gone and she frowned in confusion. She shrugged her shoulders and went to look in the washing machine. There they were lying inside ready for the next wash.

She gave a little giggle and turned to leave the kitchen, on impulse she turned back to the back door and slid the bolt across, then went back upstairs to sort out more washing while she thought about it.

She sang softly to herself as she rummaged through her clothes gathering things together

She walked down the stairs with her arms loaded with dirty clothes, she kicked open the door on the washing machine and bent to load it up. The washing machine was empty, her lacy panties no longer inside. Debbie dropped her washing to the floor and looked around in confusion. They had definitely been in there! She looked at the back door which was still locked, so where had her knickers gone?

***

She was ready and waiting when Mr. Groves came back for her at seven thirty. He knocked on the back door and she slid back the bolt.

"Are you ready to go Debbie?" he asked as he looked at the little skirt and top she was wearing with the dark stocking tops just visible.

He drove her to the large building and left her standing alone on that cool, dark night. She wasn't alone for long though as the door was suddenly yanked open and a tall thin man stuck his head out.

"What do you want?" he demanded irritably.

"Please sir," Debbie whimpered, "I'm cold and hungry and it's so very dark....."

"Oh well," he sighed impatiently. "You'd better come inside for a bit then." He opened the door and Debbie walked inside.

He led her to a large study where three were two large armchairs on either side of a roaring fire.

"I've brought you a visitor Wilson." The thin man said jovially.

As Debbie stepped in front of the armchair she recognised the Santa look alike from that night in her bedroom. So now he had a name – Wilson.

"And what a pretty little visitor she is too Jones!" he said in his soft gentle voice.

"Good evening sir." Debbie whispered in her little girl voice. She gave a little shiver and Wilson frowned in concern.

"You look chilled my child, come and sit with me by the fire."

Debbie sank down onto his ample lap and he held her close for a while. His hand moved restlessly up her stocking leg, and she could feel the bulge developing beneath her bottom.

Jones sat in the chair opposite, watching her with bright eyes filled with lust.

"You see what you've done to my friend?" Wilson whispered loudly into her ear, "he looks all swollen and sore, and I think you should go over there and help him out."

Debbie stood up only to be stopped by Wilson. "On your knees girl." He ordered her briskly.

She sank down onto her knees and crawled across to the other man who was busy opening up his trousers. Her eyes widened as she saw the size of his erection and knew that she was expected to get that into her mouth.

He stroked it proudly as he saw the look on her face. "All for you my dear," he murmured smugly, "it's all for you."

Debbie swallowed nervously and knelt up to grip it with her hands and lick it around the edge, trying to get it as wet as she could with her suddenly dry mouth.

She put the edge of it into her mouth, just as Wilson came up behind her and lifted her skirt.

She wasn't prepared for his violent thrust inside of her as he rammed his dick as far in as he could get it. He had been so gentle with her last time that this penetration had been unexpected and she lunged forward taking Jones's rock hard penis all the way down her throat.

It was a chorus of groans – followed by huffing and puffing and grunting like wild animals, as again and again Debbie's head was pushed down onto his penis forcing her to swallow it only to have it whipped out again leaving her heaving and panting for breath.

Wilson behind her was plunging into her rocking her back and forward as his hand came around the front and started to finger her clitoris. She let out a little groan which turned into a gurgle as Jones came into her mouth his liquid hitting the back of her throat and going down into her belly with almost no effort from her.

His now limp dick slid out of her mouth and she slumped forward her head in his lap as she relaxed against the assault on her lower person.

It didn't take him long to reach his climax as he spurted his seed into her filling her and trickling down her leg.

Breathing heavy Wilson grabbed her arm and propelled her to his chair where he sat her down and parted her legs. He then took the position kneeling before HER as he thrust his bearded face into her come filled pussy and started to lap it up.

Debbie achieved four orgasms before he lifted his head her fingers buried deep into his hair as she had guided him.

"Now it's our turn again." He told her softly, as he stood and pulled her to her feet.

He walked her back over to Jones and she stood with her back to him. Wilson guided her down so that she was speared by Jones's enormous erection and he immediately started to buck his hips thrusting up deep into her

Wilson stood in front of her with his own hard dick level with her mouth. She parted her lips and holding him gently in her two little hands, she delicately began to sip at him, cupping at his balls as she did so.

Wilson's head went back and he let out a gusty sigh as she sent shivers of ecstasy through him. His hand came down and he pinched gently at her nipples as Jones's hand started to rub at her groin area looking for her magic spot.

Just as Wilson shot his load into her mouth Jones's found her spot forcing her into another mind blowing orgasm which tightened her muscles around his shaft bring his ejaculation deep inside her, shooting up into her womb.

Jones sank back into his chair- Wilson fell back onto the other chair and Debbie collapsed onto the floor all three of them exhausted and spent.

After a little while Debbie stood up, straightening her clothes as she did so.

Wilson leaned forward in his chair holding out another envelope.

"This is for the same time next week if you are willing." He told her sombrely. "Let Mr. Groves know your answer and he will get in touch with me."

"Yes sir I'll let you know by tomorrow." She smiled back at the old gentleman as she left the room.

Jones walked her to the front door. "Are you all right to get home?" he asked her politely as he opened the big door.

"Yes thanks my ride should be here any minute." She smiled up at him just as Mr. Groves pulled up in front of them.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening Debbie – I hope to see you again next week."

"Good night sir."

She walked over to the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Everything okay?" Mr. Groves asked shooting her a sideways look.

"Yes thanks, just a bit tired." Debbie sighed. She ripped open the envelope and read the letter as Mr. Groves drove her home.

"Can you let him know that next week is fine same time same place if you don't mind taking me again?"

"No not at all." He pulled up outside her house and looked hopefully at her. "Are you going to invite me in Debbie?"

"Not tonight Mr. Groves, like I said I'm tired."

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Debbie pulled a little face. "No I have to go and spend the day with mum's father in law to be."

"What all day?"

"Yes, he's sending a car for me in the morning and I'll be dropped off in the evening."

Debbie considered confiding in Mr. Groves about what might happen to her at that house but she kept her silence and merely wished him a quiet good night.