On returning to my room as instructed, I see a package on my bed. I leave it for now while I go and have a quick shower, cleaning myself inside and out, as you never know what will be on Miss Hybrid’s agenda. Exiting the shower with 5 minutes to spare, I quickly towel off and open the package on my bed. There is a note that tells me to wear the contents and then put a nice conservative suit on over the top.

It’s a belt. A very long belt. On closer examination, I find that it is in fact a sort of harness. I slip it on. The straps go over my shoulders and around my body. A large metal ring is the obvious position for my cock. I realise now that I should have done that bit first as the effects of the Kamagra Jelly have not yet worn off, and it is rather uncomfortable bending my dick to poke it through the ring. I finish dressing quickly and make it to the front door with seconds to spare. To all outward appearances, I smartly dressed in a plain charcoal grey suit, white shirt and blue tie. Black brogues and plain black socks adorn my feet. Only the obvious bulge in my trousers spoils the total affect.

Miss Hybrid sweeps down the stairs, wearing a full length black fur coat with white specks buttoned up to the throat and black leather gloves cover her hands. Shiny black boots come into view as she walks towards me, regarding me with possessive eyes.

“Turn around”, she says as she looks me up and down.

I turn my back.

“All the way”, she says, a hint of irritation in her voice.

I face her once more.

“Good”, she smiles as she glances at my groin, “very good”, she says as she gives my bulge a quick squeeze. She almost mumbles the last two words to herself and takes my arm.

Stefan, standing by the front door with an overnight bag in hand opens the door and leads us to the limo that has been hired for the day, waiting for us. For once, Stefan has the full chauffeur uniform, including cap. He opens the car door, allowing Miss Hybrid to enter and then passes her the small overnight bag. I go around to the other side and climb in beside her.

As Stefan gets behind the wheel, Miss Hybrid leans forward.

“I want to arrive at precisely 10 past, Stefan”, no earlier, but 5 minutes late will not matter.

“Yes, Miss”, he responds.

Miss Hybrid presses a switch, and a dark glass panel rises to cut us off from the driver.

She opens her coat and places it the seat beside her.

Her black latex cupless corset glistens in the low light of the car. The top of her fishnet stockings which are visible above the boots, are attached to latex suspenders. The finishing touch is the panties which are equipped with a zip, currently fastened.

Without a word she leans over and lowers my fly, reaches inside and extracts my still hard member. She rubs her hand up and down it a couple of times and plants a kiss on the tip before slipping it back inside my trousers and refastening the zip.

She glances at the clock and then, lowering the zip in her panties she says, “We have 10 minutes before we arrive. If I have not cum by then, then you will be waiting in the car for the rest of the evening.”

Continued in Miss Hybrid’s members area x

Remember, remember the 5^th of November. Well that was a wild day. It started off quite normally. I went down to the kitchen to get my tea and took it back to the office. I was supposed to start on the newsletter, but hadn’t quite got around to it, with some accounts still to close off. I settled in for the morning and got to work. A break for another cuppa took me back to the kitchen a little later. I suppose I should have realised that something was wrong when I noticed Michelle and Jill giggling over something as Jill was leaving the kitchen with a tray of steaming mugs – tea and coffee for the lads, I assumed. As I enter the kitchen, Michelle, with a wry smile, offers to make the tea for me. I, of course, accept and sit down at the table by the window. I watch her as she bends down to the bottom cupboard, her short blue pleated skirt rising up over her stocking tops and giving me a tantalising glimpse of her pink thong. She straightens up holding a cup and saucer. A quick rinse with hot water warms the cup before she puts in the milk and tops the cup with tea.

“Here you are, Felix”, she says, holding out the cup.

“Thank you”, I respond, “see you later”.

I take hold of the saucer, on which Michelle has placed a couple of chocolate biscuits, and take it back to my office.

About half an hour later, Jane sticks her head around the door.

“Are you busy, Felix”, she enquires, “or are you looking at porn again”.

“Bloody cheek”, I say, “of course I’m busy, but come in anyway. What can I help you with”.

“Oh, nothing really”, she says innocently as she enters the room, “I just wanted to see how you were getting on”.

Not something she usually does, and this, perhaps, should have rung some more alarm bells, especially when I clock what she is wearing.

Her tiny black pleated skirt barely reaches the bottom of her bottom. White thigh high boots don’t quite cover the hold ups and the red basque that is taking the role of top squeezes in her waist and enhances her cleavage, the tops of her areola presenting themselves over the edge of the cups.

My jaw just about bruises my chest as she walks in. She looks amazing, and it has an immediate effect on my rod, which rapidly gives her a standing ovation.

“What do you think, Felix”, she says, lifting the front of her skirt to expose the tiny satin panties which barely over her slit.

All the blood having rushed from my head to accumulate into my dick, all I can manage is a dumb sounding. “Bloody hell”

“You like it then”, she insists, slipping a finger into her panties, and rubbing herself gently.

“Blood hell”, is all that I manage to get out of my lips.

“Excellent”, she says, extracting her finger and placing it on my lips.

I instinctively open my mouth and suck her juices from it.

“See you later then”, she says as she turns away from me and makes her exit.

“Bloody hell”, I say to myself. “What got into her”.

I shake my head and turn back to the spreadsheet that I have open, but am unable to focus properly. My erection pulsating in my pants, I push down on it, willing it to go so that I can continue with my work, but all in vain. I try to concentrate on the figures in front of me, but it’s just impossible, so I pick up my tea cup and wander back to the kitchen, somewhat uncomfortably as my boner fails to dissipate. Just as I get to the top of the corridor, I see Andy, who puts his hands over his crotch as soon as he sees me.

“Problem, Andy”, I ask innocently.

“Not as such”, is his reply, “but I do have a trouser tent that won’t go down. I saw Jill about 10 minutes ago, wearing, to be honest, not very much. Just a black see through teddie, heels and stockings. My cock reacted and has remained in that position ever since”

“Hmmm. I just saw Jane in what can only be described as a street walkers outfit and it appears to have had the same affect”, I tell him, indicating the bulge in my trousers. “Come to think of it, Michelle was wearing slightly more erotic clothing than usual”.

We continue on to the kitchen together, where we find Jack and Stefan sporting trouser tents as well.

“Jane”, is all I say indicating my erection.

“Jill”, quips Andy

“Simone”, says Jack.

“Katie”, admits Stefan

“It seems that we may have been dosed with something, lads”, I say.

I pull open the bin drawer below the sink and extract a Kamagra Jelly box.

“Aha”, I exclaim, displaying my prize, “I think I may just have found the explanation”

“Well, I think that we should withhold our services from them, just to prove a point. They can’t just go around turning us on and off like a vibrator”, says Jack.

We all agree to ignore the sexual advances of the girls for the next 4 hours or so, which is how long the effects should last.

“Someone tell Tony if you see him”, I say as I go back to my office with an uncompromised cup of tea.

I sit back down at my desk readjusting my cock as I do so.

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my crotch which expertly unzips my fly and extracts my member. Before I can object, a warm mouth has swallowed me and is tonging my bollocks. I lean back to see who it is and discover Miss Hybrids step daughter, Penelope. Her brown eyes look up at me, just starting to water as she chokes herself on my hardness.

Continued in Miss Hybrid’s Place xx

Miss Hybrid is in a bit of a playful mood today, which does not bode well for my dignity. There was a strange smile on her face when I saw her this morning as I pickup up my cup of tea from the kitchen. There was mention made on the forum recently of schoolgirl uniforms and it has obviously been playing on my employer’s mind. A couple of days ago, she strides into my office and perches on the edge of the desk, the slit along the leg of the plain grey skirt that she is wearing falls open to give me a lovely view of her stocking tops and the tailored blouse exaggerates the size of her already formidable chest.

“Felix”, she says, “I noticed some old school desks in the store room the other day and that gave me an idea. I would like to get at least four of them, a blackboard and an office desk set up as a schoolroom.  There is plenty of room in the hayloft, so I want to use a corner of that. Get it organised for me.”

So with a bit of help from Stefan and Andy, we find six serviceable school desks which need minimal cleaning, a large blackboard and an office desk, all of which we take up to the dungeon along with some chairs and set them up like a classroom. I even find an old globe and a couple of posters that look as though they might be found in a classroom circa 1970. It all looks pretty good, albeit you would not normally see chains, whips and restraints adorning classroom walls (well, not where I went to school, anyway).

This leads me back to today.  I returned from the kitchen to find a package on my desk with a note in Miss Hybrid’s handwriting. “Put this on and then go to the classroom”.

This could be fun, I think to myself, a bit of skooldaze dress up should get the day off to a good start. I wonder if she has got that school uniform she made me wear earlier this year out again.

The answer to that would be no.

I unwrap the package to find a short grey pleated skirt, white shirt, tie, white suspenders, black stockings, pair of white silky bikini style knickers and a pair of black heels.

I quite like the idea of this, my kinky side coming to the fore. I quickly strip off my suit, neatly laying my discarded clothing on my chair. I pull on the panties first, the silky material feels very erotic against my skin, and I feel myself hardening already. As I pull them up I notice that there is a convenient hole in the rear end. Suspenders and then stockings go on next. I pull them over my legs slowly, relishing the sensation of the nylon as it rubs against my legs. The shirt/blouse is next followed by the skirt, then the tie for which I use my usual Double Windsor knot at first. I dawns on me that that might not quite be suitable for my current attire and go for a short fat knot instead. Finally I slide my size 10’s into the heels and totter out into the corridor. No one else is about until I reach the front door, where I see Jane dressed similarly to me with the addition of pigtails and Stefan in school boy’s outfit, including grey shorts and a cap.

“Looks like you managed to piss her off again, hey Felix”, he smirks.

“Oh, I don’t know”, I say hesitantly, “I quite like this little getup”

We walk across the courtyard to the hayloft together, and being the Gentleman that I am, I indicate for Jane to take the stairs first. The short skirt does nothing to hide her red see through thong, and she knows it, taking her time in climbing the steps, showing herself off to me and Stefan. I feel a renewed stirring in my panties as we follow her up. Entering the “classroom”, I see that Andy, Lucy and Jill are already seated.

“Pretty as picture, Felix”, calls out Jill as we go to sit down.

“Thank you”, I say, ignoring the obvious sarcasm in her voice, “You look pretty good yourself”

She has her blouse tied up under her tits, enhancing her décolletage, with just the hint of a powder blue bra showing around the edges. I take the seat to her left, taking in her long white socks and the bare skin of her thighs as I do so.

The six desks are arranged in two rows of three with space between each one that our teacher can walk between. Jane sits behind me, Stefan to her right and Andy at the end behind Lucy.

“Felix, you usually know what Miss H has planned, what’s this all about?” asks Lucy.

“I’m not sure, but I have a feeling that it might have been because of something I said in jest the other day”, I reply.

Just then, the door opens and Miss Hybrid appears. She is wearing a black latex top with white cuffs and collar with a tie detail on the neckline. The latex skirt is also black, and just comes down to the top of the thigh length, high heeled boots which are intricately laced in a criss-cross pattern at the back. Black latex opera gloves cover her arms to just above her elbows. She is holding a tradition bamboo cane in her hand which taps against her boots as she stands in front of the class.

“Good morning boys, girls and worm”, she intones, “I see that you have all come properly dressed as requested. Pig tails for all the girls is very good, except for baldy Felix. That’s one black mark for Felix for not having pigtails.”

She turns to the book on her desk, opens it and writes something before closing it again and turning back to us.

“Right”, she says, “today we are going to be studying ‘doggy style’. I want those of you in the front row to stand up and then lean forward over your desks, and part your legs so that your feet are at the edges of your desk.”

Jill, Lucy and I all stand and bend over our desks.

“Stick your arses out a little further please ladies”, she orders, and we do so.

Continued in Miss Hybrids members area

Miss Hybrid does not like to be thwarted in her advances. When she sees someone that she wants to see more of, she almost always get her way. However, Karen, one of the shop assistants at our regular lingerie shop has managed to avoid our favourite ladies clutches for some time now, and it is starting to get to her, especially as she knows that I have enjoyed the pleasures of her beautiful body. She strides into my office without knocking (as usual), interrupting me from sorting out the tax returns (which I do for all of the staff as well as Miss H and Lord B).

“Felix”, she says, “I have an idea as to how I can persuade Karen to succumb to me, and, as much as it pains me, you are going to have an integral part in my plan”.

“Yes, Mistress”, I reply, at bit of a loss, “anything for you”.

“You are going to call the shop”, she explains, “and you are going to ask her to come out to the manor with a sample of anything new that has come in recently. Once she is here, I’ll ensure that I am not available and perhaps you can coax her into modelling some of the lingerie for you. She seems to like you, and it would be a good start”.

“Sounds like fun to me, Mistress”, I say with a broad smile.

“You are then going to seduce her, and you will get her as turned on as you can, but do not make her cum”, she warns. “I will be watching via the CCTV and, when I feel that the time is right, I will join you, and I doubt very much that she will have any objections”.

“I look forward to that. Are there any toys or anything else that you would need available, Mistress?”, I ask.

“Mmmm,”, she cogitates for a second, “I’ll think about it and let you know. Meanwhile, make the call. I want her here this time tomorrow.”

“Yes, Miss, I’ll arrange it at once.”

I watch her shapely arse leave my office and pick up the phone. My finger hovers over the buttons and I put it down again as I realise that I don’t actually know the number. I look it up and once again lift the receiver and dial. It rings 4 times and then a voice answers with the name of the shop.

“.. and how may I help you”.

“Hello”, I say, “this is Felix calling on behalf of Miss Hybrid.”

“Oh, hi Felix, it’s Karen”, she says.

“Great! Just who I was after. Miss Hybrid would like to see your latest arrivals, but would like you to bring the stuff out here”

“We don’t usually do house calls”, she says.

“I know, but I’ll make it worth your while”, I suggest, “After we’ve been through the lingerie, maybe we could relax with a glass of wine. I could even cook you dinner if you’d like”.

“That sounds nice”, she says and then pauses, thinking it over. “All right”, she says, “I’ll be over around 4 tomorrow then. There is plenty to see, so we’ll need lots of time”.

“Excellent”, I respond, “We’ll see you tomorrow then”.

I hang up the telephone feeling in a rather good mood. I am starting to get a semi on just thinking about Karen in that lingerie. With a shake of my head, I bring myself out of my reverie and search out Miss Hybrid to tell her the good news.

There was no need. She had been listening in anyway.

“Well done, Felix”, she tells me as I catch up with her, “Just one thing, though, I would suggest having a bottle of ice cold Chablis available as soon as she arrives. No point in waiting until later”

“Yes, Miss, Thank you Miss”.

I return to my office to finish off the tax returns and dwell on Karen’s visit tomorrow.

The following afternoon, I pop off for a shower at around half three to freshen up. I have just got changed into fresh clothing, when the door bell sounds. She’s five minutes early. The bell sounds a second time, just as I enter the hall. I open the door to Karen who has with her a medium sized suitcase. She is dressed in a light red and white patterned dress (no evidence of a bra) and black sandals with a two inch heel. The colour complements her light brown skin, and for a moment I just stare. I quickly regain my composure.

“Come in, Karen. Wow, you look great”, I say, “Can I take that case for you?”

“Hi Felix, yes please”, she replies, handing it over, “and you don’t look bad yourself. Nice suit”.

“Thank you”, I say as I take the case from her. “Follow me”.

I lead her into the sitting room, where there is plenty of space in front of the fireplace for a show (if I can talk her into it) once I move the coffee table out of the way, and there is a convenient screen for her to change behind. I put the case down next to the settee and gesture for her to sit.

“Miss Hybrid will be along in just a second”, I tell her just as the door opens and the Lady of the manor appears.

“Thank you so much for coming out here, Karen”, she says, “I really appreciate it. Unfortunately, something has just come up that I need to sort out. I am so sorry that you have come all the way up here for nothing”

She turns and makes for the door, before stopping suddenly and turning back.

“Actually, I have an idea. Why don’t you just show the new lingerie to Felix. He knows what I like, and I am sure I can leave you safely in his capable hands. That way you haven’t wasted a journey, and I still end up with some lovely new lingerie.”

“Yes, of course, Miss Hybrid”, says Karen, “that would be fine”.

“Very Good! Felix, get the girl some wine for her troubles and I need a quick word with you before you start”

I follow Miss H out into the hall.

“Don’t let her drink too much, just a couple of glasses should do. We don’t want her passing out on us, now do we?”

“No, Miss”, I assure her, “I think I know what I am doing”.

“I bloody hope so, Felix. I can think of some very unpleasant jobs that need doing around here if you prove not to”, she warns me as she turns and walks off to her office.

I re-enter the room.

“Can I get you a glass of wine before we get going?” I ask.

“That would be nice”, she answers.

While I get the wine, she opens up the case on the floor and picks out the first items.

I sit down next to her and hand her a glass of Chablis.

“Thanks”, she says as she takes a sip and put the glass down on the table beside her. “Shall we get started?”

She lays out the first items on the coffee table. A bra and panty set. The panties are black and silky in a bikini cut with slightly ruffled elasticated waist and legs.

“These also come in white and red and there is a matching suspender belt as well”, she tells me.

I pick them up to feel the fabric.

“Nice. I like the smooth feel to them”

“Next we have a babydoll nighty”, she says as she holds up a sheer white babydoll with satin edging.

“Wow, I bet that’d look good on you”, I say.

She ignores me as she shows me the sheer tanga panties that go with it. I can just imagine Miss Hybrid in those and take a sip of wine to calm myself.

Next up is a black bustier with 1/4 cups and gold chain garters. The matching g-string panties are crotchless, and the lingerie is starting a stirring in my loins.

“It is quite difficult to visualise these properly without someone actually inside them”, I hint.

“You’ll just have to try”, says Karen sternly, as she takes another sip of the wine.

Next out of the case is a long satin nightdress in light blue, with a little white lacy detailing around the hem and bust line.

“You have to try that one on for me”, I plead, “You can’t do it justice just laying it out like that”.

“I really shouldn’t”, she says, starting to come around.

“Oh, go on”, I urge, “Look, there is a screen over there that you can change behind, and it’s not as if this one is particularly revealing”.

“I’m not even sure if it’s my size”, she argues.

“There’s only one way to find out”, I counter.

“Oh, all right then”, she agrees, “but just this one”

She has a quick swig of her wine as she gathers up the nighty and disappears behind the screen. I refill her glass and readjust my cock before sitting down again. Her dress appears over the screen where she hangs it while she puts on the night dress.

Karen appears sheepishly from behind the screen. I had not noticed the slit in the sides of the night dress before, coming up to the top of her thighs. Her coffee skin complements the colour perfectly. I can only stare, mouth open, hardly daring to say anything.

“You look fantastic”, I tell her.

She smiles shyly, “Do you really think so?”

“Oh, yes”, I say, “Give us a twirl, let’s see how it looks”.

As she turns her left leg is bared almost to the top. Gaining confidence, she points it forward showing it off.

“That looks great”, I encourage her. “What else is in your case”.

She brushes past me as she crosses over to her case. She bends over and picks out the next item of apparel – a thigh length sheer black babydoll with pink trimming.

“No”, she says, “not this one”, and she goes to put it back.

“Aww, come on”, I say, “I’m sure it’ll look great on you”, I look at her with puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, alright then”, she agrees and disappears with the garment behind the screen.

My cock nearly bursts through my flies when she reappears. The sheer material leaves little to the imagination, and the sheer full back panties can be seen through it.

She winks at me and turns quickly, causing the hem to fly up over her waist.

“Bloody hell”, I exclaim, “That looks even better that I imagined. You are truly stunning”

Her nipples stand out almost through the fabric as she takes a couple of steps towards me. My growing erection must be visible to her by now, but she chooses to ignore it.

“Now”, she says, “What’s next?”

She pulls the case out a bit further into the room and then bends over to look into it. Her gorgeous round arse is within touching distance, and the sheer material of the panties offers no barrier to my eyes. I can see her cunt, the long inner lips pressed up against the fabric, as a drop of moisture seeps through.

“Something a little more risqué, I think”, she says, digging down into the case, “and I know exactly what I am looking for”

She stands, her back towards me, keeping whatever it is hidden and goes back behind the screen.

When she returns, she is wearing a white bustier, the same as the black one she showed me earlier. Her tits are presented neatly by the 1/4 cups and she has slipped on a pair of fashioned nylons. Her hairless pussy is framed by the matching crotchless panties, pink inner lips lightly glistening with moisture.

“Well”, she prompts, “what do you think”.

“I, errm, I really don’t think I CAN think anymore”, I reply, dumbfounded. My dick is throbbing against the zip of my fly, having found its way out of my boxers.

There was I thinking that I was going to have to make all the running, and she is making the first moves. I feel like a rabbit caught in the headlights as she slowly approaches me, unable to move. She stands in front of me, leans forward and puts her hands on either side of my head before lightly kissing my lips. Her tongue snakes out and licks my lips which I part slightly to allow her ingress. I put my hands on her hips and pull her closer. She kneels on the settee as we continue to kiss. My hands explore her bum cheeks, caressing and kneading them, exploring the crease between them. Our tongues wrap together for a moment and then I pull her hips closer still and put my head down to take a nipple into my mouth. She arches her back giving me better access to her boobs and slips a hand down onto my crotch, rubbing my stiff cock through my trousers. She unfastens my belt, opens up my flies, and brings my hard-on into the light. I play with her breasts and nipples, sucking, licking, tweaking and kneading them as she rubs her ever moistening pussy against my throbbing dick. I roll her to the side so that she is seated and kneel down between her legs. The crotchless panties frame her naked pussy perfectly, moisture glistening on her lips. I lick along her long legs from the knees, slowly getting closer to her cunt. She moans quietly, sinks down a little further and stretches her legs wider.

“Come on, Felix, you tease”, she moans, “lick me please. Eat my pussy”

Not being one to disappoint a lady, I flick my tongue gently against her inner flaps where they protrude from her puffy outer lips. I suck one side into my mouth, and then swap to the other side, before taking a deep breath and shoving my tongue as far up inside her as I can. My tongue explores as much as it can reach, as I drink in her juices. My nose is rubbing against her clit while I dive deep into her soaking snatch.

Neither of us notices Miss Hybrid enter the room. Me, because I am nose deep in pussy, Karen, because she has her head back and eyes closed enjoying the fact that the pussy that I am nose deep in, is hers.

More ……….In Miss Hybrid

It was a busy day on Saturday, catching up on what I should have done during the week. Miss Hybrid’s mother came over for the weekend, and they spent most of the day out together, probably terrorising the villagers in all the local hostelries. “Mummy” as Miss Hybrid calls her, is as sexually charged as her daughter and still has an amazing figure. I am not going to try and guess her age, but she can hardly have reached her teens when her daughter arrived on the scene.

Having cleared my desk, I decided to have an early night. I grabbed a bite to eat in the kitchen and a cup of tea to take to my room. I decided that a nice shower was called for to rejuvenate a little before I settled down for the night. I towelled off and dried my hair (what there is left of it), switched on my bedside lamp, drew the curtains and settled down to read my book.

I must have dozed off at some point, because I awake with the sound of the front door being slammed and hear some feminine laughter from downstairs. Miss H and her Mummy back from their day out, obviously very chablied. I yawn, close the book and place it on my bedside table, turn out the lamp and roll over back to sleep.

I am awakened again sometime later as someone has crept into my bed and is spooning me, a hand feeling along my chest, long fingernails pull at my chest hairs. A waft of perfume stirs recognition in me, but I can’t quite place it. I wait quietly for a moment, just trying to orient myself. I’m sure I went to bed alone, so who is this sharing my bed. A hand slips down onto my thigh, stroking along the outside, those long nails just lightly scratching the skin, just the hint of a threat that should I object, those nails could inflict some damage. I remain still and quiet as the hand moves to the front of my thigh. My cock twitches with anticipation as the nailed fingers approach. The nails run along my balls and then up the underside of my slowly awakening prick before the cool hand wraps around it. I can feel the stockinged legs as they rub against mine, the feel of the silky panty fabric as she pushes her groin against my arse and her bra against my back. The hand slowly stokes my dick, nails tickling my balls as she strokes downwards.

“Um, I, er, “, I say eloquently.

“Shhh”, I am told as she stops wanking me and covers my eyes with her hand.  It is dark so it makes very little difference. She exerts a little pressure to stop me moving my head and then ties a silk scarf securely over my eyes.

Continued In Miss Hybrid’s members area…..