Dirty Dan - The Bailiff's Man

If only I wasn't so fond of shoes, I'd never have tangled with Dan. You see, I simply can't walk past a shoe shop without browsing, and once I see a pair I like, then that's it, I can hardly rest until they're mine!

It's an illness for which the only medicine is credit. Which is great till the bills arrive!

Apparently, over a period of three months, I took 62 doses at a cost of a little over £3000. And when I couldn't pay I moved house and carried on my old ways with a different credit card. And when court papers arrived, I ignored them and began looking to move again!

Only before I'd managed it, Dan turned up..

Tall, dark and stocky, he cast a long shadow when he came calling one sunny summer's evening. I saw him ambling up the garden path with just enough time to dive behind the sofa, though sadly not enough to close the lounge window as well.

"Miss Quigley?" he yelled, his fat head intruding through the aperture.

I froze, not even daring to breathe. I knew he wasn't allowed to come in without permission, and that anyway he was far too large to clamber through the window!

"Stop messing about, Miss Quigley!" he persisted, "I can see your foot sticking out from behind the sofa!"

The jig was up, I'd been foisted by half of one of my 62 petards -- a divine, spangly mule stiletto!

Sheepishly, I stood up..

"That's better!" he sighed, "It doesn't do to try and avoid the inevitable! Now then," he continued sternly, "I have here a judgement against you for, let me see, £4276-50, and I need you to tell me right now just how you intend to settle it?"

"Four what?!" I exclaimed, "It was only three something or other!"

"Quite right!" Dan agreed, "And it would have stayed three something or other if you hadn't been a little bit silly and moved house without telling anyone! But cos of that there's plenty of fees plus interest, which all adds up, see? And it'll carry on adding up till you and me come to an arrangement, so if I was you I'd try and cooperate!"

"I d-don't have any money!" I stammered.

Grimly, Dan shook his head..

"Now, that's just not true!" he said, "Everyone's got money, it ain't possible to live without the stuff! So why not be a good little girl and let me come in so we can sort something out, huh?"

"Okay!" I mumbled, and grudgingly opened the door..

Dan strolled in looking ever so pleased with himself, and sat down on the same sofa that had proved such a useless hiding place. Seeing him up close, I realized he was even bigger than I'd thought; his backside swallowed two seats of the sofa, which sagged precariously under his weight. I'm most of six feet high in three-inch heels, yet standing next to him we were more or less eye-to-eye.

"Sit down," he said, patting what was left of the sofa's cushions..

Nervously I complied and he smiled grimly before pulling a clipboard and pen from a battered briefcase. As he did so I saw his biceps bulge, and gulped. The guy was more or less all muscle and I could sense that, beneath a veneer of civility, he didn't like me one little bit.

"Look," he said calmly, "It's obvious you ain't got much, but I'm gonna need a wodge today and a signed payment plan for at least £50 a week, okay?"

"No, it's n-not okay!" I stammered, "Since I lost my job, I don't see anything like £50 a week!"

"Come off it!" he sneered, "A fit, hot tranny like you can easily make £200 a night if she feels like it! So don't tell me you're fucking starving to death; not when you're dressed like that!"

He took his time ogling me and I blushed. Wearing a skimpy leopard print minidress with seamed tan hold-ups and loads of bling didn't much help my protestations of poverty. And of course, he was kind of half right; I had been planning to go out on the prowl, but only in the hope of meeting a nice guy who'd maybe help me out a bit, and certainly not to sell myself!

"I don't do that kind of stuff!" I sniffed.

Dan gave me a wry look..

"What you mean," he replied, "Is that you DIDN'T do it! See, you're in a right pickle here, and you'll have to do ANYTHING that'll help get you out of it!"

"Well, I'm not doing that!" I insisted.

He tapped his clipboard impatiently..

"Fine!" he said, "Just give me a cheque for £4276.50 and I'll be on my way!"

"You know I can't!" I whined.

"No worries," he said, "I'll draw up an agreement for £200 a month, and as long as your bank clears the first payment, I'll be out of your hair in no time!"

"They won't!" I moaned.

Smiling, he put a hand on my knee. It was cold, large and brawny, and so calloused it plucked threads effortlessly from my nylons.

"Well then," he said firmly, "We know what that leaves, don't we?"

Miserably, I nodded..

"Good girl!" he chuckled, "Now what I'm gonna do is draw up that agreement I mentioned and you're gonna sign. Then we're gonna have some fun and I'll chalk that up as £50, and then tomorrow my pal Jim's gonna come round and we'll have a three-way, and that'll count for £100, and on we'll go like that till your slate's clean, see?"

As he spoke, his hand travelled up my thigh and under my hem, where his fingers began teasing my boy-bits through my lacy white panties. His touch repulsed me, but I dared not defy him further. I was entirely at his mercy, and knew it.

"Okay," I mumbled meekly..

"That's better!" he said cheerfully, "Now take that dress off and sit yourself on Uncle Dan's knee!"

I slipped my dress over my shoulders and, clad only in lingerie and those treacherous heels, sat nervously on his lap. It wasn't comfortable; his thighs were like tree trunks, in the middle of which lived a large, angry snake!

His cock throbbed like an idling high performance engine, and I sensed at once he was extremely well-endowed. To my surprise, he kissed the nape of my neck, then unfastened my lacy bra and began to squeeze my pert little breasts tightly with his firm, coarse hands.

I squealed..

"Don't like that?" he whispered, "Well, I couldn't care less, cos until your slate's clean I own your arse, and I'll do whatever I like!"

Saying which, he chuckled wryly and squeezed my breasts even harder before moving a firm hand onto the front of my lacy panties..

Again he squeezed and again I squealed, shuddering from a violent spasm that shook my whole body. He stood up and effortlessly placed me on my feet, though I kept my balance thanks only to his iron grasp on my pulverised boy-bits -- my legs were flailing hopelessly and I was tottering on both heels.

A broad smile crossed his lips as, watching me tremble, he casually unfastened his belt with his free hand and dropped his trousers without ever once slackening his grip on my boy-bits.

Seeing Dan's mighty cock, my squeals turned to gasps. It was at least 14 inches long, and as wide as my arm. It looked like a Liverwurst sausage, hanging in a butcher's window with a big pink apple sticking out of one end!

"Time to start paying for them shoes!" he chuckled and, once he'd let me go, I knelt obediently at his feet. There I found the mighty ramrod quivering right before my eyes and oozing pre-cum, which I lapped up to his evident satisfaction.

"That's right, girly!" he chuckled, "You get stuck in there!"

I delved lower and began gently licking his balls while the stem of his great cock chafed my hair. As he purred with satisfaction, I ran my tongue up and down its full length, only to feel his hairy ball sack rubbing between my naked breasts when I once more reached the pink apple.

Parting my lips as far as they'd go, I tried my best to swallow some small part of his gargantuan meat-rod. The apple alone slipped into my mouth with difficulty, eased no doubt by a fresh coat of oily pre-cum, but it squashed my tongue so tightly I was unable to make any manoeuvre that might have given him satisfaction.

But Dan didn't seem bothered..

I guess that, endowed as he was, he'd been in the same predicament plenty of times before! No more of his colossal cock would fit between my lips and none would go down my throat, but still Dan worked his ramrod relentlessly up and down.

Keeping my lips wrapped tightly round the moist pink apple, his quivering cock pushed my head up and down like a hammer drill as his stem rubbed mechanically between my pert little breasts like a piston splaying within a loose cylinder.

As my head rocked furiously in harmony with his hurried tempo, I found myself choking on an ever increasing quantity of cream, till at last I got a copious mouthful. It was more than I could even dream of swallowing, and I gagged and spluttered, spilling as much from between my aching lips as ever I managed to consume.

"Not a bad start!" Dan exclaimed cheerfully, pulling up his trousers. "I'll be back same time tomorrow, with my mate Jim. Make sure you're tarted up nicely -- he likes black stockings! Bye for now!"

Dan let himself out and, exhausted, I gave up my planned excursion, took a quick shower and went to bed early. The next day was another warm one and I really didn't feel up to much, but didn't want to get on Dan's bad side, so tarted myself up in plenty of time.

He'd said Jim liked black stockings so I wore a seamed, fully fashioned pair with a six-strap suspender belt. My bra and matching panties were frilly red numbers, and I didn't bother with a dress but donned a translucent pink negligee instead.

I took a long time carefully painting my face with cherry red lipstick, loads of eyeliner and lashings of mascara, then put on a pair of four-inch, red strappy stiletto sandals that had cost me £75.

Perhaps 'cost me' isn't quite right, but anyhow you know what I mean!

Bang on time, I heard footsteps on the path outside, followed by a loud knock at the door..

Opening up, I couldn't help smiling, cos standing next to the giant Dan was a weedy little midget! Jim couldn't have been much more than half his height and probably weighed less than me. Side by side, they looked like a pair of zombies who'd formed an unfunny Laurel and Hardy tribute act!

Unfunny being the best word for Jim..

Quite frankly, he was a nasty piece of work! He looked me up and down with his cold, grey eyes like a slab of meat, then led the way into the lounge as if it was his house, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Let's get on with it," he mumbled, "I haven't got all fucking night!"

"Alright!" chuckled Dan, "Keep your hair on! Heads or tails?"

"Tails, of course!" Jim exclaimed, "I ain't following YOU into her bumhole, it'll be wider than the fucking Mersey Tunnel when you've finished in there!"

After chuckling some more, Dan drew the curtains and directed me to remove my negligee and panties and to stand in the middle of the room with my legs apart. I was to be spit-roasted, with Jim at my rear and Dan's enormous cock in my mouth, an arrangement that I realized could have been worse!

To my relief, I noticed Jim had nothing much to boast about, being a blissfully average six inches long and not particularly wide either. Though small and slender, he obviously worked out cos he possessed quite an impressive six pack.

I lent into Dan's massive chest, and with my lips hovering just above his glistening pink apple, braced myself for Jim's entry.

But he wasn't quite ready..

"What am I gonna use for lube?" he moaned.

"Dunno," said Dan, "I guess you could always milk the cow?"

"Good thinking!" Jim replied.

Saying which, he placed a cold hand upon my boy-bits and began furiously jerking my tiny cock every which way till, just moments later, my legs buckled under furious spasms as cream spurted rapidly into Jim's cupped palm.

Soon after, I felt a cold finger rubbing the cream around my still pulsating rim, then his cock slid effortlessly inside me. Taking hold of my hips, he pumped away energetically, forcing his full length as far as it would go in a series of remorseless thrusts worthy of a far larger weapon.

And as he worked my tender bumhole to exhaustion, so I tried my best to accommodate as much as possible of Dan's mighty manhood between my quivering lips.

It was a hopeless task, as not only would nothing more than the tip fit in my mouth, but bent over as I was it was impossible for him to rub his meat between my breasts.

Still, he slipped his fingers under both cups of my bra and coarsely rubbed my tits till the nipples burned! And it must have given him some satisfaction, cos before the first telltale groan from Jim, I had a mouthful of salty cream to swallow!

Jim wasn't far behind his pal, though..

He soon shook wildly and groaned loudly as spurts of copious cum flooded my tight little bumhole. His hips were bouncing my butt-cheeks all over the place, and I kept my balance only by taking a firm grip with both hands on Dan's meaty pole, which was still rock solid, despite having emptied a jeroboam of jizz into my tired and aching mouth!

In synchrony, the spits parted from the roast, and I collapsed exhausted onto the sofa. I closed my eyes and could have easily drifted off to sleep, except that Dan and Jim had other ideas.

"Put the kettle on, girl!" Jim barked, "Can't you see we're parched?"

Reluctantly, I picked myself lethargically off the sofa and ambled into the kitchen.

"And when you come back," Dan shouted, "Bring some butter!"

"I'm afraid I've only got margarine," I replied naively.

"That'll do nicely!" he said, and they both chuckled darkly.

After a nice cup of tea, during which, much to my surprise, neither Dan nor Jim touched the crackers I'd brought with the margarine, Jim became restless. He was an edgy, unpleasant character who always seemed to be in a mad rush.

"Let's get on with it!" he announced impatiently.

Once more I stood in the centre of the room and spread my legs apart, only this time with Jim in front of me and Dan behind. But before taking his position, Dan spread most of my margarine all over his massive manhood, which I noticed was very much back in business.

It was only then that the penny dropped, and I realized I'd be eating dry toast for breakfast!

Obediently, I bent to take Jim's modest cock between my freshly painted lips but, much to my surprise, he pushed me away.

"Not yet!" he barked, "Let Dan get in first -- I ain't keen on getting bitten!"

I was confused, but only for the instant before Dan's wide, wild 14 inches of solid meat penetrated my aching bumhole. As I yelped, he used his colossal bulk to pluck me from the floor and for a few moments I was in limbo, flailing helplessly in the air.

Chuckling raucously, he put me back on my heels and I stumbled, only keeping my balance by quickly grasping a clump of the hair on Jim's firm little chest. He swore, tore my hand away and coarsely guided my face towards his throbbing cock.

I was soon sucking furiously on Jim's vibrant manhood, which oozed salty pre-cum while Dan worked his great stem mercilessly in and out between my butt-cheeks, tearing my tender rim and stretching my poor bumhole past its limit.

I felt so stuffed that, had I not already become wearily familiar with Dan's proportions, I'd have honestly believed I was being fisted!

More than once his ramrod hit a raw nerve that wasn't used to being disturbed, sending something like an electric shock through me that could have easily made me bite down hard on Jim's more modest endowment!

But luckily for both of us, it didn't happen..

Spurred on perhaps by a near miss or two with my teeth, Jim quickened his pace, delving ever deeper down my throat, and soon I felt the first spurt of warm, creamy salt explode onto the roof of my mouth.

A series of rapid, heavy discharges gave me plenty to think about, and while I was preoccupied Dan suddenly began to groan loudly.

"Oh, nice!" he cried, as his giant pole squirted heavy loads of cum into my hot, aching bumhole. Soon, his cream was leaking from my rim and dribbling down my thighs, where it soaked my most expensive stockings.

With little ado, both men withdrew and hurriedly dressed. Jim of course lived in a big hurry, and left with only a few words for his pal and none for me.

But Dan had a little to say before we parted..

"We'll be back," he said cheerfully, "Same day next month, and for quite a while after that till it's all settled. So see you then, girl!"

"That's what you think!" I said to myself, as soon as he was gone. And I was right; long before the month was out I'd moved house and, though I never escaped the debt, I did succeed in escaping from Dirty Dan and his nasty little pal Jim..

And I still love my heels, by the way!