Pete's Dirty Landlady Pt. 02

Here's part 2, there seems to be enough interest to justify publishing.

Apologies in advance if there are mistakes, I'm currently on my phone on holiday in Croatia (lovely place), not that easy to edit a story, but let's give it a go.

Thanks for reading!

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This was escalating. Initially, Angela was a bit worried. One young, lustful and besotted kid, that was easy. But two, that was a bit different. Much harder to control.

Two boys together, excited and horny, that would escalate things much quicker, Angela knew that. But ithe more she let the reality of the situation sink in, the less inclined she was to change anything. She liked the unpredictability and lack of control this would bring to the situation.

Dinner had been even more excruciatingly exciting than ever for Angela. Part of the reason was that it was so obviously the same for Pete. Fantasy and dreams had become something real. But Pete had no idea his landlady wasn't only aware of what he'd stumbled upon last night -- she'd set the whole thing up. And then watched on in perverted delight as he succumbed to her dirty little secret.

Seeing his already seething teenage lust being turned up to eleven pushed Angela to new levels herself. The memory of last night was enough in itself, but going through the motions, serving dinner and making small talk, with this undercurrent of rampant animal lust almost knocking her off her feet every time she reminded herself what Pete had seen, what he and his friend knew about her -- it was perfect. Angela was, for the first time in a long time, alive.

She excused herself quickly after dinner, leaving Pete to clear up, an offer she usually declined. The main reason was she couldn't trust herself not to just jump this handsome, horny young man. She was constantly wet when in his company -- in fact she seemed to be wet all the time recently. She liked it.

So now she put her feet up and prepared to watch the footage of Pete's meeting with Kirk, recorded on the home security system Mark had been so kind to leave when their marriage ended. After all that had happened, she was way beyond guilt at this invasion of Pete's privacy. She was in no doubt that some law or another was likely being breached, but she reminded herself that Pete was eighteen, and that he had very definitely been invading her privacy. Most days she noticed some or other piece of her underwear disappearing for a little while, or having been interfered with when she was out.

This meant she felt they were still as bad as each other. So, she was recording tonight's visit as well, last night's performance was pure gold, and she'd re-watched several times. But this threatened to be even better.

Two young men. The downside was that they weren't going to get those cocks out for her, not in each other's company like this.

But the upside was an amazing one. She got to sit and listen as they discussed everything Pete had discovered about her. Her seedy past, spreading those long, stocking-clad legs on the pages of 'Reader's Wives'.

Angela heard general pleasantries being exchanged when Kirk arrived. When they got into the living room, the conversation changed. Angela had made it clear that she was having another bath and early night, and that meant Pete was relaxed and confident she wasn't going to disturb them.

"What's so urgent then, that you couldn't have just told me on the phone?"

"Oh, I could have told you. But you would have just had to come around anyway, once you knew. Dude, last night, I made the greatest discovery known to man. I'm serious! The most incredible, unlikely, fucking beautiful thing you can imagine!"

"OK then," Kirk said, confused. "What the fuck are you babbling about?"

"Tell me. If there was one thing in the whole world you could wish for. What would it be?" Pete was enjoying building up to his big reveal.

Kirk ran through a few random suggestions. Their team making the playoffs. Jennifer Lawrence turning up naked at the front door. World peace.

"Better," Pete grinned at each and every suggestion. Kirk's patience was wearing thin.

"For fuck's sake you dick! What have you dragged me over here for?"

Pete stood and moved over to the sideboard.

"OK, sorry man. This is so good though; you won't believe it. Ok, Ok! It's coming!" Kirk was now threatening physical violence.

"Last night, Mrs Strachan -- Angela. She was looking for some matches, or a lighter, for her candles. She asked me to have a dig around in here. So, I opened up this drawer, and look what I found..."

He pulled open the drawer and stepped dramatically to one side. Kirk pulled out the top magazine with mild interest.

"Right. So, what is this? Angela keeps dirty magazines in the sideboard? I mean, that's kind of interesting, but I don't see why..."

"No, I don't think they are hers. Well, I guess they are now. But no, that's not the real surprise. Take a look."

"I'm a big boy Petey. I've seen this stuff before. You do realise you can just walk into any shop and buy this stuff, you are an adult you know."

"Yeah, OK. Keep looking, I'm going to take a piss."

Angela had the pleasure of watching the second boy in the last twenty-four hours slowly making the link between the photosets of this familiar looking woman. Kirk's epiphany came quicker than Pete's because he was already looking for something unusual, and also because Pete had given him the magazine featuring the set taken in the very room he was standing in.

"Fuck!" Kirk spat out, wide-eyed, as Pete returned.

"You're telling me!" Pete smiled in delight.

"When did... how did you... did she... Fuck!"

"I don't know," Pete replied, unsurprised by Kirk's lack of control over his speech. He'd no doubt have been the same in the hours that followed his discovery. "What are you doing?"

"Are you kidding? I'm recording the evidence. Angela is getting thoroughly jizzed over tonight." Kirk was carefully framing and snapping pictures on his phone of each of the shots in the magazine.

"Shit, I never thought of that! Kirk, buddy. Please, do me a favour. I'm only here another four weeks. I could really do without this becoming public knowledge whilst I'm here. Can you keep this stuff to yourself, at least until we get back home?"

"Sure," Kirk agreed without protest. "Dude, I couldn't give a shit about anybody else. I just want to have some one-on-one time with Angela, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, I do man, trust me I do. And you've not seen the half of it, wait 'til you see the rest."

"Oh, Jesus Christ! There's more?"

"Sure is," Pete smiled in satisfaction, handing his friend the three further copies.

Angela's little rabbit vibrator was working away nicely as she watched the boys train their phones on the pages and carefully snap each and every picture of her stripping off for them. She'd felt an initial rush of misgiving about this. The magazines being safely tucked away in her living room was one thing, but her exposure was about to leave the building.

These pictures, once she was out there on their phones, she could be shared, out on the internet, on their Whatsapp groups in a heartbeat.

She'd briefly flirted with the idea of disturbing them and stopping this. But she needed to see Kirk's reaction so badly, she'd have taken any consequences. Moreover, she believed Kirk when he said he was only interested in using these pictures for his own pleasure. And, by the way, how fucking hot was that? Kirk taking those pictures and doing what she knew he'd do with them was wildly exciting.

Furthermore, the more she thought about it, these two lads taking home some dirty pictures of her and showing them to some strangers on the other side of the Atlantic who she'd never even meet wasn't a problem to her.

In fact, the more she watched them poring over her pictures and taking turns to get the perfect reproduction of each one, the more Angela realised this was actually adding even further to her excitement. And here came the best part.

"You are going to have to brace yourself for this one," Pete warned his friend with a smile, as the last of the magazines was opened. Kirk's gasp was music to Angela's ears, and she found herself circling her hips in time with the probing of her vibrator.

"Oh wow! Dude, this is fucking amazing! Who knew Ange was so fucking dirty! Look at that! She's fucking loving it too, you can see it on her face!"

"Not just her face," Pete pointed out.

"Jesus you're right! She's dripping wet there! Oh shit! Pete, I know it's been a while since we've done this - I'm sorry, you might want to avert your eyes!"

Angela was close already. But the sight of Kirk so completely overwhelmed with the sight of what she was getting up to in that magazine that he was unable to restrain himself from simply pulling his cock out and jerking it without restraint, right in front of his friend, that was an instant tipping point for her. She groaned and bucked her hips, gyrating uncontrollably as she came, grinding herself against the rabbit that had seen so much action in the past few weeks.

And, when she opened her eyes, she was astounded to see that Pete had succumbed to the same uncontrollable desire that Angela instilled in them, via those pictures. Her view afforded her the sight of each of the boys kneeling and masturbating intensely over her pictures. Her climax roared back and she was coming again -- this time twice as hard.

Kirk began looking around in a panic, reaching out and grabbing an empty pizza box just in time to fire what looked like a huge load, a reward for Angela's efforts. As Amanda's head spun with feelings of excitement and triumph, her mind was blown further as Kirk's donation was quickly added to by Pete, who pulled the box over and followed his friend in adding an equally voluminous portion of semen to the box.

"Fuck! I know we used to do that sometimes when we were younger, back home," Kirk panted, tucking his dick back in his pants. "But I never thought it would happen again. Sorry dude, I just couldn't help it! She's something else, isn't she?"

Pete was just shaking his head, and the boys shared a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Bud, nobody hears about this, right?"

"Are you kidding? I'm not going to advertise that we had an intimate jerk-off together. But I think we can definitely put it down to extenuating circumstances, I mean look at her." They both admired that final shot of Angela, so completely spread and so obviously aroused.

"Dude, if I don't go now I'm going to have to start again. You were right, this was definitely something I needed to see with my own eyes!"

The boys bade their farewells, and Angela retired to bed with a warm feeling of satisfaction flowing through her whole body.

She was still on fire when she awoke, the memories of what she'd inspired in these young men as fresh as ever. Angela came again before work, and spent the whole day reliving the whole thing, barely able to do an ounce of work.

The Tuesdays to Thursdays she worked were looked forward to by the males in the office. Until recently Angela had ignored their looks and lustful glances, but lately she'd found herself enjoying and encouraging them. Hemlines had risen and necklines had dropped. Angela could feel herself becoming a woman again. An attractive, excitable, loving and lustful woman. She hadn't thought otherwise before, but now she realised she liked herself more than she could remember.

Look what, as Becky had so succinctly put it, the lust of a couple of horny teenagers could do for a woman's confidence.

The seedy little setup she'd managed to manufacture for herself, where she spied on Pete getting all hot and bothered over her, just hit the spot so nicely. The problem was, now she had reached such a peak, she found herself wanting to reach similar heights again. The only question was how she was going to do it.

Angela had heard a little idea nagging away at her for a while. Until the events of the other evening, when she'd witnessed that incredible sight of two young lads so completely overwhelmed by lust for her that they couldn't help but just bring themselves off right there and then, the idea had been a fantasy that could never happen -- it was too much.

But now... Now the boundaries had been pushed back this far, the idea didn't seem quite as impossible. And no matter how many times she told herself to forget it, there it was again. It wasn't going anywhere.

So, that evening she burrowed back into the ottoman at the bottom of her bed. There was quite a lot of stuff in there. Angela could only imagine the fun the boys could have with some of this stuff. Outfits, blindfolds, handcuffs, dildos, porn, lube, you name it. Mark had been nothing if not adventurous. This had always been Mark's stuff, but Angela found herself looking through with a renewed interest, now she'd inherited it all.

There we go! At the bottom was a video. Even at the time Mark had recorded it, taping to a video cassette was no longer a thing. But he had the camera, and they still had the VCR under the TV.

Angela knew she had an hour or two on a Tuesday night before Pete would be back, as he did some sort of sport that evening.

When he did get back, she, as usual, had his dinner ready for him. Small talk, spiced up by the illicit knowledge each held of the other's sexual proclivities, was fun. But Angela had a plan.

"I don't know if you can help," she said innocently as they cleared up the table together. "I was trying to get the DVD player working, I was going to have a binge of Game of Thrones. It's such a spaghetti mess of wires back there, I have no idea what's what. I have a feeling Mark swapped some stuff around to get the VCR working a while back."

"Sure, I can take a look," Pete said helpfully.

"Thanks. I'm not even sure why he wanted the video plugged in, we didn't have any tapes, not that I can remember anyway. Well, not any..." She stopped herself abruptly, and, she hoped, dramatically enough to pique interest. "Oh... Yes, I think the VCR can be unplugged entirely, nothing to see there."

She sensed she'd created enough interest and mystery around the video player to ensure Pete would be sure to investigate. And, after announcing another early night, she headed back to her viewing station in Mark's old office.

Pete, if he'd thought about it, would have very easily been able to collate an early night for Angela with some sort of mind-blowing sexual revelation. Tonight was no exception.

Angela was back in her familiar state of heightened excitement. She waited with bated breath. She loved this part. The anticipation was almost as good as the reality. Pete traced a few cables and played with the remote for a minute. He ejected the tape and looked at it with interest -- video cassettes weren't common, this might have been the first he'd ever seen. He slid it back into the slot, jumping slightly as the mechanism pulled it inside.

Angela saw the screen flicker and a football game appeared on screen. She'd toyed with the idea of leaving the tape right at the optimum spot, but liked the idea of leaving this discovery to chance. In about thirty seconds...

Pete was reaching for the remote when the recording cut in, and he found himself faced with his landlady grasping a glass of wine and looking reproachfully into the camera.

Angela had watched the whole thing through earlier. Some of it she still remembered, but some, especially later on when the wine had reached the second and third bottles, had been completely blanked out.

Before all this, before Pete, she'd have gladly destroyed this film forever. The thought of it, until now, had left her feeling a bit used, even dirty.

But now? Now things were very different. She found herself enjoying the sight of her degrading herself in front of the camera. More than just enjoying, she loved it. Perhaps it was the countless hours of hardcore porn she watched as she traced Pete's browsing history. There was no doubt she'd become acclimatised to it.

Watching all of that disgusting stuff with Pete's eyes. putting herself into a teenage boy's shoes, it had very definitely forced a shift in her thinking, in her behaviour. And when she'd watched herself performing for Mark, all she could think was 'Pete and Kirk are going to love that!'

And now Pete was, yet again, stunned at what he was witnessing. Angela spun in her long, loose dress, causing it to fly up and reveal her stockings. Pete suddenly stopped and rewound the tape. What was he doing?

He moved a chair right in front of the TV and spent some time fiddling with something. Eventually Angela realised what he was up to. He was setting his phone up to record everything. Smart, she thought to herself. She'd expected this, but thought he might have watched it through first.

Here we go. Angela's anticipation might have rivalled Pete's, in some ways. Just as he watched on with bated breath, she couldn't wait to see his reaction to what the object of his fantasies was about to do.

Pete had fired off his first load within five minutes. Once Angela, egged on by her husband, was on all fours, looking directly at the viewer and talking out of the screen at him, he just couldn't hold back.

Although she couldn't make out the audio too clearly through the microphone, she knew Pete would be hearing her loud and clear. Telling the camera how horny she was feeling, and how wet she got when she was horny.

The satisfaction Amanda felt as Pete yet again found himself unable to hold back, wanking that cock she was starting to become so familiar with frantically and shooting a load she craved up his front, was unbelievable.

She felt pride and excitement, and wished she could feel that warm, wicked validation raining down on her. Proof she could feel, taste, smell, of the spell she'd weaved for young Pete.

Now she was persuading her audience (which she'd only ever have assumed would be Mark) to take cocks out and start wanking. Pete obeyed immediately; his erection hadn't subsided even slightly.

She slipped out of her dress and invited the viewer to look her up and down. As the camera approached, she smiled and gave a little wave. As it panned down her body, she thrust her chest forwards and parted her legs slightly to afford a better view.

Pete's rhythm slowed as he appreciated what he was seeing. Occasionally he'd move over to check on his phone, make sure it was still capturing all of this.

After some cavorting on the bed, Mark pushed Angela further, and she began massaging her breasts and sliding a hand down between her legs. You could see her reluctance now; on one occasion she resisted as Mark used gentle force to try to spread her further apart. He persuaded her to comply by whispering in her ear and kissing her neck, whilst groping her breasts. When his hand slid down her stomach and over her pubis, her legs parted.

As soon as she was on display, he was back behind the camera. Angela pulled her knees together and grasped her arms around them, not looking at all happy with what was happening. She turned away for a moment, she was being reprimanded for her poor performance. Reluctantly she released her grip and let her legs part again, slightly less wide than how Mark had left them.

Mark's patience had gone and he was back on the other side of the camera now. He roughly pulled Angela's legs wide apart and positioned her so she was facing the camera directly. She didn't resist.

Mark fingered her roughly, explaining loudly how nobody was interested in a "cunt" like his wife unless her legs were spread wide apart. The words still cut into Angela, but the pain was exquisite, and amplified a thousand times by Pete's ears hearing them.

When Mark withdrew his fingers and forced them down her throat to taste, Amanda's legs remained determinedly open, wide enough to prove her attendance of the yoga and pilates classes she was still signed up to.

Angela could still recall how she was feeling back then, and she liked it. She did enjoy being dominated by Mark, and being coerced into complying with his dastardly demands had been a fantasy of hers. She'd never have dreamed eyes other than her own would ever see this, but she was delighted Pete was able to be enjoy it too. And, she smiled to herself in wicked satisfaction, Kirk would be next.

Soon Angela was masturbating for the camera. Occasionally she'd accidentally block the viewer's line of sight, but her husband would correct her immediately. Mark took delight in regularly putting the camera right between her legs, the lens almost touching her fingers as they delved inside and flitted over her clit.

Angela felt a rush of happiness as Pete couldn't help but exclaim out loud his appreciation.

"Oh god Ange! You are so hot! And so fucking dirty!

Dirty. Until recently this would have definitely been a negative. But now that she understood exactly what that meant to Pete, and, she hoped, to Kirk, she felt proud. Honoured even. Being a dirty landlady was fun, and the way her transformation had changed her life had not gone unnoticed.

Within half an hour Pete had been unable to resist bringing himself to a further two orgasms. Angela had no idea it was possible for a guy to go again and again so quickly.

And even once he was physically incapable of masturbating, Pete continued to watch. The first scene ended as Angela brought herself to a climax, but the second scene just ramped things up even more.

Angela was on her knees. This was a part she knew Pete would like. Although she couldn't hear herself, she knew what she was saying.

"I love cock in my mouth."

"That's it, get your dick nice and hard for me."

"I want you to push that thing right to the back of my throat!"

"My face is only good for fucking!"

"I want you to use my mouth like a cunt, it's what it's good for."

Most of her monologue had been carefully prepared by Mark, and she recalled being really embarrassed, at least at first, by what he was making her say. But a combination of the alcohol and the arousal of the situation meant she was getting into it lot more, and there was no reluctance when her husband began doing as she asked.

Angela watched in delight as Pete enjoyed her filthy display in utter reverence. She was good, she knew it. Watching all that porn recently, she now had plenty of reference points, a good understanding of what a good cocksucker looked like, And, thought she said it herself, she was up there with the best, even back then.

Eyes never breaking contact with the lens, she used her lips, tongue and throat to take her ex-husband's cock to a place Pete constantly dreamed of. When Mark wasn't thrusting hard into Angela's skull, accepting her invitation to fuck her face, she'd be doing the work for him, forcing that thick cock way past the point of comfort, pulling free for only brief seconds to take a breath.

This produced masses of thick saliva, dripping down her face and down Mark's balls, forming hanging strings constantly sliding down her chin and tits, creating a sheen on her body and pooling in her lap.

Next she was on her back, head tipped back over the arm of her couc Saliva continued to stream from her mouth as Mark resumed fucking her mouth, but gravity in this position meant her nose and eyes were flooded. Angela could remember the feeling, struggling for breath, having to snort the liquid from her nose repeatedly just to breathe.

Nevertheless, she continued to lock those stunning eyes to the camera, blinking hard to keep them free of the liquid which kept coming. Angela couldn't really remember how it felt back then. Until recently she'd felt shame and embarrassment at the memories of this, such a graphic reminder of what she'd been prepared to submit to.

But now things were different. Her mindset had changed completely. With each new low that Mark dragged her into, she congratulated herself, willing her on-screen persona into further degradation, knowing just how much Pete and his friend would appreciate it.

Appreciation didn't even begin. By the time Mark had lifted his wife's ankle, exposing her wet cunt very nicely as he slid into her on her side, Pete was somehow managing to pull his cock again. Angela couldn't really remember this bit at all, so watching it back earlier had been a surprise, even to her.

She was totally into it, pretty drunk, but not just on alcohol. She was undeniably loving being fucked for the camera, and was spewing out utter filth, assuring the viewer how much of a whore she was, how all she was good for was getting cocks hard and providing holes for them to fuck.

The sight of his landlady kneeling up, face upturned, breasts pushed together, inviting the viewer to 'cover her with hot spunk' somehow had Pete looking for the cum-covered t-shirt he'd had to peel off, so sodden was it already by what had transpired. Angela climaxed again too, wondering if he had any fluid left to deposit.

"Angela!"

Becky had observed Angela's recent activities as a fun little midlife crisis, more than anything else. She'd felt mild amusement and had egged her friend on, never thinking she'd go anywhere near as far as she had.

In previous meetings she'd sensed some shame, misgivings and doubt when they'd discussed what had been going on. But things had changed now. The delight on Angela's pretty face was complete this time. There was only excitement and pride.

"You... Christ, Angela! Into a pizza box?"

"Yeah, it was so hot Becks, just watching them completely give in to it. I can't tell you how powerful and sexy it made me feel."

"But Ange! You can't really be happy with them taking all this... evidence... away with them? I mean, the pictures, it sounds like your face was covered, so there's some plausible deniability there. But do you really trust that teenage boy to keep your identity safe? Your face was visible in the video, right?"

"Oh yes," Angela smiled. "I think that made it even better for Pete. Did I mention that..."

"Four times! Yes, I know, you said!"

"Sorry. But I can't get over that. Mark, I'd be lucky four times in a week. The film is under an hour and a half, and he came over me four times!"

How was Becky supposed to respond to that? Her friend was revelling in the fact a boy younger than her son was constantly masturbating over her. She just shook her head, partly in disbelief, partly in begrudging admiration.

"Well, all I can say is I hope you manage to get through these last few days. Pete's off home this week, right?"

"Yeah," Angela said with obvious disappointment. "I'm torn. I mean, I get it, we can't keep going on like this. But it's been a fun few months, and I'm sad it has to end."

"Why do I get the feeling you've not finished just yet?"

Becky was right, Angela contemplated as she walked home, slightly more drunk than she usually got on a Sunday afternoon with her friend. She'd built up an incredible sexual tension in the house. In a few days it would burst and be gone. There definitely needed to be one last event, something to celebrate everything that had happened this year.

All sorts of wild and wonderful ideas flashed through her mind. The alcohol made her even worse than usual.

Kirk was already there when she got back, his presence had become a regular occurrence on a Sunday evening. Angela relaxed in her bath, mulling everything over.

She'd watched and listened in ecstasy when Kirk had come over to see Angela's latest and most disgusting revalation. She'd felt that incredible rush as, again, the boys threw aside embarrasment and allowed their excitement at her show to overcome any worries, both boys again masturbating freely over her throughout the whole performance.

Their conversation was just as exciting to her. They'd revel in what they seen, and speculate on what else she may like to do. Hearing their filthiest fantasies, with her front and center, was such an enormous turn-on.

The game had just kicked off and Pete and Kirk were onto their second beer when Angela knocked and came in. As was common at this time in the evening, she was wearing her silk dressing gown. Angela drank in the desire in their eyes which grew exponentially with each encounter.

"You don't have to knock," Pete smiled.

"I know, just in case you were, I don't know, indecent or something."

Pete glanced at Kirk. They'd both been indecent in this room on more than one occasion.

There was something in the way she said 'indecent' that grabbed both boys' attention. Angela had sobered up a little after her bath and was feeling amazing.

"Are you leaving tomorrow too Kirk?"

"Yeah, same flight as Pete, nine pm," Kirk answered, his eyes looking Angela up and down with very poorly concealed lasciviousness.

Both boys had noticed Pete's landlady was wearing high heels, which seemed like a strange choice of footwear for this time of night.

"Well, I hope you've enjoyed England," she smiled affectionately. "It's going to be strange having the house to myself again. It's been great having you around."

"You've been amazing, Ange," Pete responded. "I really can't begin to thank you. But I did get you something..." He reached over the side of the couch and produced a bouquet of supermarket flowers.

"Oh, how sweet. They're lovely!"

Angela disappeared for a minute, before reappearing with the flowers in a crystal vase which she placed lovingly on the windowsill, taking some time to arrange them nicely, before turning back to the boys.

"Well, isn't that lovely. Beautiful, thank you so much. You're a little sweetheart, Pete." She was standing in the centre of the room, facing them both.

"I've got something for you, too. I hope you are OK sharing?"

At that, she slipped her robe off and let if fall to the floor. There was a stunned silence whilst the boys struggled to grasp what was happening.

Pete's beautiful, sexy landlady was standing in front of them in a full black lingerie set. Stockings, suspenders, sheer bra and panties.

Angela grinned in amusement and delight. She'd watched the boys masturbating over her on repeat for months now. But she'd never been there in person to witness this. The excitement, respect, desire, lust and longing in their eyes, etched across their faces. This added even more fuel to a fire which was already totally out of control.

Angela took a deep breath, realisation washing over her. This was happening. She took Pete's beer from the table, took a long swig and placed it down again, before resuming her position, encouraging those eyes to feast on her.

It must have been a minute or more. Angela hadn't known what to expect. But it was clear now she was going to have to lead. The boys simply sat in stunned silence, staring at her.

"Bless you," she laughed. "If I didn't know better I'd think you weren't interested. Do I have to spell it out?"

The boys looked at each other, each looking like they expected to wake up at any moment.

Angela was, for a brief second, slightly doubtful of what she was doing. Maybe she'd misread the situation. It's one thing fantasising, but making it real like this -- what if they didn't want her?

But any misgivings faded as she remembered the sight of them pulling their hard dicks over her, utterly at the mercy of their most primal the urges. She recognised their lack of movement as extreme nerves and took it upon herself to settle them.

"What do you think?" she smiled at them in a way that could only be described as 'motherly'. Angela gave them a little twirl, smoothing down the material on her panties and adjusting her stockings. "I thought you'd appreciate this. I know you like my stockings, Pete!"

The way she grinned left no doubt that she was aware of Pete's regular close encounters with her underwear.

"It's OK Pete, don't worry." Angela smiled, as Pete winced in embarrasment. "I'll admit it gave me a bit of a shock at first, but I grew to like the thought of you.... appreciating my underwear."

Angela had turned and was now bent over holding her ankles, looking back through her legs at them. Her impressive flexibility lent the boys a superb view of her legs and ass. She was presenting herself to these two young men, leaving, she thought, no doubt as to her intentions.

"I know you've found my naughty little secrets," she continued, turning to face them again, hands on hips now as she continued to drink in their gaze. "I'm glad. I wanted you to see me like that. I like thinking of you looking at me, getting all hard."

Angela heard Pete gulp. He glanced at his friend. They seemed petrified, glued to their chairs. She moved between them slowly, dragging a finger gently across their shoulders, before perching herself on the arm of the couch.

"I'm not sure what more of an invitation you want?" she said, smiling invitingly. Kirk found his voice.

"Mrs Strachan. Are you... are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"What do you think I'm saying?" she fired back immediately with a wicked smile.

Kirk looked to his friend for help. She noticed beads of sweat on her tenant's forehead.

"Oh, bless you both. What the fuck is going on in the world where a woman needs to spell it out so blatantly? For future reference, if a girl strips down to her underwear for you, you should consider her consenting."

There was still no movement from the boys.

"If I don't have someone's hands on my body soon, I might change my mind..." This nudged Kirk into action, and he stood and slowly stepped over to Angela. Reaching down, he tentatively stroked her stockinged leg.

"There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Don't be shy."

Angela turned to Pete, his friend now running his hands over Angela's shoulders and massaging her neck.

"I'm going to make this as clear as I possibly can," she told him, holding eye contact in a way that left no doubt she meant what she was saying. "For the rest of the day, I'm yours. You are free to do whatever you want to me, with me. The word 'no' is not in my vocabulary."

Finally grasping what was required of him, Kirk's hand moved down Angela's chest and began grasping a breast through her bra.

"Imagine you've paid for a whore for the evening -- a very high-class whore, of course. But I'm yours to treat however you see fit, no questions asked. I'll do anything... anything you want." She said it so clearly, so firmly, there was no room for misunderstanding. But just to underline what she meant, she reached towards Kirk's crotch, pleased to find he was as hard as she'd hoped.

The boys were still unaware of the seedy little setup, where the security camera was recording everything that went on. Angela, on the other hand, was very aware, and her positioning throughout everything was very much with this in mind, making sure every explicit detail was visible for her later enjoyment.

As it turned out, it wasn't just for her enjoyment. At their next drunken Sunday afternoon meet-up, Becks had insisted, and the girls had brought a couple of bottles of wine back, and spent the night watching Angela's shameful display.

Once Angela had finally convinced the boys they weren't dreaming and she was actually ready and willing to make any and all of their dreams come true, things had escalated quickly. And, once Kirk's trousers were around his knees and his cock very firmly implanted in Angela's throat, Pete threw off his hesitancyand made himself busy removing her knickers.

Sitting on the very couch this was occurring in, eyes glued to Angela's TV, Becky made approving noises as Pete, not wanting to disturb the stockings and suspenders, simply tore Angela's expensive panties from her body.

"Oh my god Angela! You weren't kidding, this is off the charts hot!" she breathed. Perhaps Kirk thought the same, as he tensed up, his buttocks clenching as he began to release a load which Angela made sure would be caught on camera, subtly shifting her angle so that the cascades of semen Kirk was firing into her face would be caught on film.

Becky shook her head in disbelief as Pete went to work between her friend's legs. Angela ran her fingers through his hair lovingly as he licked and nibbled, and it was clear from her reaction that he was doing a good job.

Kirk had taken his phone out and was taking pictures of the scene, cock sticking out, still mostly erect despite the huge load he'd just deposited on Angela's pretty face.

"Shit Ange! You didn't say you'd let them do that. Did you make them delete it afterwards?"

"No," Angela said with a shrug. "I mean, I promised them I was theirs to do what they wanted with."

"Yeah, but... I mean, if this stuff got out there. What about your work? The school governor's board?"

"I've been looking for a way off the board since Christian left!" Angela smiled. "And as for work, I do twenty-one hours in the office, I'm a secretary. It's not a job I'm scared of losing. Besides, it might be pretty hot, you know, knowing people have seen what I've been getting up to."

"You are terrible!" Becky said, but the words belied what was increasing admiration and no little envy for her lifelong friend. "Oh Christ, look at that!"

That was the sight of Pete kneeling up and easing his cock into Angela's pussy, made very ready by the attentions of his tongue. Angela threw her head back with a groan, and Pete began thrusting frantically. Within thirty seconds he was convulsing just like his friend had done. Angela looked into his eyes, encouraging him to pump his sperm deep inside, before he collapsed back onto the floor.

"Oh Ange! That's just disgusting!" Becky said with delight which she was nolonger bothering to try to conceal, as Kirk recorded the sight of his friend's semen gradually emerging and easing out of the pussy they'd been masturbating over so regularly over the past few weeks. "They didn't last long!"

"It was what they both needed to get things started," Angela smiled.

"There's more?' Becky's expression was of wonder and excitement. She was now on exactly the page Angela had reached months ago.

"First one was just to take the edge off," Angela winked. "I must say I'm quite a fan of the younger man now, Becks. Mark was great, the sex was amazing. But once he was done, that was it, all over. But at this age, they are like fucking Duracell bunnies! And when you have more than one..."

Becky was entranced with the scene on the large TV. It seemed that the boys were experiencing some clarity, post ejaculation, and they had decided to embrace the moment. This wasn't a situation that was likely to recur, so they were gong to make the most of it.

Each was recording events with impunity now, and Angela smiled, encouraged and posed, breasts now exposed as well as her crotch being completely bare.

"Kirk was quite the dominant sort, once he got into the swing of things," Angela said, a little misty-eyed. Right on cue, Kirk ordered Angela to bend over and began penetrating her from behind. The soon became a spit-roast, the two teenage boys pumping into this stunning older woman who was clearly enjoying it all at least as much as they were.

The boys switched places more than once, and Angela giggled as they fist-bumped when they passed each other.

"Teamwork makes the dream work!"

Becky continued to just watch, absorb and shake her head. She was, Angela thought, surprisingly non-judgemental, she'd expected a lot more protesting. But she knew that was to be tested. There was more to come.

Still, even after each of those inexperienced youngsters deposited another load over her face and breasts, and then tied her hands behind her back and took turns holding her in the most disgusting positions for their cameras, Becky remained silent. Not just silent, Angela could tell this whole thing was affecting her friend fundamentally. It took a lot to shut Becky up, but she just sat and drank in the disgusting show, unable to tear her eyes from the screen.

Even when the TV remote control, followed by a large, thick candle from her mantlepiece found their way inside her friend's well-fucked pussy, she still didn't speak, just sat shaking her head even more. Amanda could see her friend's chest heaving up and down, her breath irregular and her eyes wide.

But the sight of Amanda allowing these two youngsters, younger than her own son, to scrawl disgusting messages over her body, finally prompted a reaction.

"Angela, what the fuck! What the hell kind of... I mean... "

Angela's delighted smile silenced her. It wasn't too clear on the security camera footage, so she picked up her tablet to show her friend the many pictures the boys had forwarded to her. Thick, black marker, smeared in places from the several loads of semen on her body, told the world what the boys thought of Pete's dirty landlady.

'Cock whore," Across her breasts. "Easy fuck," over her inner thighs. And, bizarrely Angela's favourite, simply 'Cunt' across her forehead.

"I've never... Angela are you OK? I mean, this is too much. What the hell were you thinking?"

Angela's eyes were shining. She had no doubt or shame on her face.

"That's kind of the point. No thinking, no worry, no anything. I told them to use me as they saw fit, I couldn't exactly object when they did exactly that, could I? Haven't you ever... I mean, doesn't Gary like to just use you sometimes?"

Becky mulled this over.

"Honestly, I can't remember him doing anything other than rolling on top of me, doing his thing and then rolling off again," she said with a little sigh. "I guess that could count as using me, but it's not quite on the same level as this."

"Wouldn't you rather a bit of excitement sometimes?"

"Well yeah, maybe. But not... I mean, how degrading! Young Pete, I'm sure he had a lot of respect for you until this. What must he think of you now?"

As if to answer her question, on-screen Pete and Kirk were eulogising about Angela. Things seemed to be de-escalating a bit now, Angela leaning on her side on the floor as the boys congratulated each other on their unexpected luck.

"Mrs Strachan -- Angela," Kirk was standing near the camera, so his words came through loud and clear. "I can't believe what a fucking perfect whore you are. Look at the absolute state of you. And you love it, don't you?"

Angela smiled in affirmation; 'Cunt' still clearly emblazoned across her forehead despite a thick load smearing the words.

"I'm afraid that's it," Amanda said, glowing with delight at her friend's reaction. Becky was slumped back in her seat, shaking her head in bewilderment.

"Jesus, Ange! You are fucking dangerous! I know you used to get up to some kinky stuff with Mark, but that's just off the charts!"

"You should have seen what we got up to in the bedroom! In fact, you can, soon enough. The boys had their phones on me the whole time, I need to ask them to forward all the footage."

"You're kidding! There's more?"

"Loads more," Angela grinned, picking up her phone. "Let's just say I didn't get a wink of sleep that night. And they stayed until the following afternoon, and filmed the lot..."

Angela put her phone down.

'There, I've just told Pete to make sure he sends everything through to me. If you want another glass I'm sure it will start arriving soon enough."

"I... no, not now. Next time though, definitely. This has absolutely blown my mind Ange. Sex like that, I had no idea people really did that stuff. Outside of porn films I mean. I think I get it -- just giving yourself up like that and letting them live out their wildest fantasies. It must have felt amazing!"

"Oh, it did Becks. You're right, it was pure fantasy sex. I knew exactly what they wanted, because I've been watching Pete's porn of choice for months. It was amazing just stepping into the role of their ultimate slut. I can't tell you what that felt like.

'We've had months leading up to that. It was such a slow burn, it built up over the year, they were absolutely desperate for me and I wanted them more than I've ever wanted anything. It was insanely hot, seeing the look on their faces when I dropped my dressing-gown. Seeing them slowly realise I was actually theirs for the night. Are you OK?"

Becky's cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted as she continued to breathe more heavily than someone who'd been sitting down for two hours should do.

"I think I'm going to have to see if I can get Gary back from the pub. I'm feeling very much in need of some male attention," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "Even if it's only Gary, it's better than nothing!"

"Gary's not going to know what hit him!" Angela giggled, standing and embracing her friend. "Are you going to tell him you've just spent the evening watching my home-made porn?"

"Oh Jesus no!" Becky said in shock. "Ange, what are you like? Gary would make sure the whole town was talking about it if he knew."

"I'm only joking Becks!" Angela said, delighting in the fact her friend now believed she was capable of anything. Although, the way she felt, she really didn't care if people did find out what she'd done. But it certainly would complicate matters.

*******

Three weeks later, Angela stood in the corner of the large gymnasium building at the university. Professor Albrighton, a portly lady in her fifties, stood at the raised podium and was finishing off her speech.

"So, to conclude, we are this year continuing to expand our exchange program with our sister unit in the USA. But it's only possible with the help of you amazing volunteers. And, on that subject, we have a few words for you from one of our success stories from last year. Mrs Strachan, would you join me?"

A polite ripple of applause danced around the room as Angela strode confidently up the steps at the side of the stage and took her place, towering over the short professor in her heels.

"We've received the most glowing thanks from the parents of your guest last year," she peered through her glasses at a piece of paper, "Pete." She smiled.

"Please convey our heartfelt thanks to Angela Strachan, who has looked after our son so well during his stay in your wonderful country. Pete can't stop talking about what an amazing time he had, and how this lady made him feel so welcome. Even his good friend Kirk has nothing but good things to say about her.

"We really feel like Pete went to England a boy, and came home a man. And that's in no small part to this amazing woman. We only hope she's still got room to spare if our youngest son follows in Pete's path, which he is now saying he definitely wants to do!"

"Wow!" Angela smiled, blushing slightly.

"You really made an impression Mrs Strachan!"

"Angela, please!"

"Any have you any advice for those here who may be considering taking in a student next year?"

"It's hard for me to say how others might find it, but for me it was perfect," Angela smiled around the room. "I have a big house and it's a shame when rooms are standing empty. And having a young man around, it can be really... useful."

"Indeed," Professor Albrighton smiled warmly. "And it seems Pete's recommendation has been spread far and wide -- we have no fewer than eleven students specifically asking to lodge with you next year. So, you're clearly doing something right. Care to share, for the benefit of our other hosts?"

"Oh, I don't know. I've been told I do an amazing bacon sandwich!" she smiled. "I just tried to make him feel as welcome as possible I suppose."

"And you will host for us again this year I trust?"

"Yes, definitely. In fact, I was thinking of taking in two this time, if that would be of any help?"

"Given the number of applicants this year, you can have your pick of them, I'm sure. Thanks Mrs Strachan. So then, for the rest of you potential hosts, please could you form a line at the desk over there where Mr Thornton is taking all the details."

Angela stepped down from the stage and walked over to the desk, her forms ready to sign. As she turned away, she saw a familiar face.

"Becky! I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Yeah," her friend grinned a little awkwardly. "So, I was talking to Gary. He's all for making the most of our spare room. When I told him we could make a bit of money, he thought it was a great idea."

"Gary thought it was a good idea," Amanda winked knowingly. "I see. And you?"

"Yeah, me too," Becky couldn't suppress a little smirk. "Pete was such a help to you around the house, wasn't he? I told Gary maybe he'd get some help with those jobs he's not so interested in. That seemed to seal it. Are you really going for two this time?"

"Yeah, I didn't see why not. Pete had Kirk over most of the time anyway, and it's twice the money. Just one for you? You've got another room, haven't you?"

"Let's see how we do this year. If I have half the fun... success, I mean, that you've had with Pete, I could definitely be persuaded to try two next time."

The girls smiled around the room and left the building arm-in-arm, already looking forward to receiving their new visitors.