Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 14, a sequel to Seventeen & a bit . Charlene was sweating. That was not surprising, any girl would be sweating in Charlene’s position. Up on Mr Cranbrook’s polished little table, probably an expensive antique or something, and on her back. With her legs held up in the air, her hands clasping behind her knees. Like this so that Mr Cranbrook could get at Charlene’s bum. Her full. soft and tender and very bare bum. Because up on the table on her back Charlene was only scantily clothed. Her pink short-sleeved top but not much else, not much that counted at least. A white suspender belt and white lacy nylons and her black high-heeled courts. But that was it, nothing at all covering her bottom. Or for that matter covering her pussy which in this position, upside down and legs in the air and apart, was inevitably in full view . Was it any wonder that Charlene was sweating? If all this wasn’t enough to make

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From Blushes Supplement 13 ‘Seventeen eh? Well she’s certainly a nice big strapping girl and that’s always a selling point. Yes indeed!’ Charlene, 17 and one month and sitting opposite Mr Montague in his plush office, smiled shyly. Her mother, next to her on the couch, smiled as well. Charlene  was  a big girl, tall and with a statuesque figure you could say. Nice big tits and enticingly prominent bottom, today attractively displayed in her new smart grey suit. She was also a very good-looking girl, a softly pretty face framed by thick wavy auburn hair. But did all this at 17 get you a job? When you had no ‘O’ levels and only a few not very good CSE’s? ‘But not a lot in the way of qualifications, eh?’ observed Mr Montague, picking up that very subject. Mr Montague of  The Montague Agency for Top Girls . ‘ Unequalled in placing girls in the very best professional positions ’ it had said in the advertisement. Very impressive, as

‘A very desirable position. That’s what he’s offering.’ Britney’s mum had persuaded her that the opening at Mr Melcher’s house — cleaner and general house help — was too good to turn down. ‘You do well there and you’ve got a job for as long as you need it. And the money they’re offering — it’s way more than you’ll get elsewhere.’ Britney wasn’t so sure. The job description mentioned house discipline to be enforced at Mr Melcher’s discretion. Some weekend and evening work was required and the successful applicant was to spend several nights a month staying over to perform ‘night duties’, whatever they were. But her mother was adamant and so, having just turned 16 and with no academic qualifications worth talking about,  Britney was dropped off at the double gate to the mansion and told in no uncertain terms to do whatever was asked of her. ‘Do what you’re told, and make sure he knows you’re grateful young lady.’ A desirable position indeed.

Story from Uniform Girls 4 The evening sun dipping behind a row of trees, the distant sound of a dog barking in a farmyard, and no-one within a mile to stumble upon the little tent pitched in a secluded copse. ‘Right, where is it?’ asked Mr Shilton. ‘The Camper’s and Hiker’s Friend. Has anyone seen it?’ Susan who hadn’t been on a camp with Mr Shilton before, who indeed hadn’t done any camping, looked blank. Julie giggled. ‘Wha…what?’ said Susan. ‘The Vaseline, Susan dear. The soother of chafed parts; the protector of potentially sore orifices.’ Susan went bright red. This time both Julie and Angela giggled. Mr Shilton, smiling, stepped closer to Susan. ‘Yes, orifices, Susan darling. You know what orifices are, I presume?’ Her cheeks went even redder. Yes she did know what orifices were. Mr Shilton’s hand reached out and his finger gently rubbed across Susan’s full lips. ‘Lips can get quite sore on a camping trip, Susan. We don’t want pretty Susan to come home with her lips al