Alice The Dirty Whore Part 4 - Sex Stories

Alice The Dirty Whore Part 4

Alice The Dirty Whore By Mad Jack69 Synopsis: This is a fictional story of a sex addicted whore and her depraved sexual cravings. It covers most perversions. In this the fourth chapter Alice rediscovers big cock worship and is introduced to the strap-on. She also becomes the target of an underground extreme sex club. (MF, M+F, FF, Anal, prost, whore, cream-pie, ws, strap-on Fdom) Chapter 4 “Alice gets big dick fucked, again” Josh woke up on Monday morning and stretched his lean taught body. Alice had been occupying his mind, and his erect cock told him that he may not be as objective as he should be. Josh worked for a very exclusive club as an odd job man, special odd jobs that needed to be dealt with discreetly, sort of private detective and hired gun, if and when required. A member of the Hell Fire Club recruited him shortly after he was demobbed. When the war started Josh had no intention of joining up, but after Dunkirk he wanted to do his bit, or at least the propaganda of the day was telling him that, and fired up his patriotic duty. Josh was a rising star in the police f***e and a natural detective with an uncanny almost sixth sense for seeing through the lies, the truth behind the smiles, and the gut feel for unseen dangers. He was also a serious outdoors man with a passion for rock climbing, sailing, rowing and the more aggressive sports like boxing, all of which he excelled. After he persuaded his superintendent to release him for military service so he could join ...

... up he spent the first few months in officer training. It was during his training that he was approached by one of Hugh Denton’s men, who persuaded him to join the Baker Street Irregulars. At the time Josh didn't know what he was letting himself in for, but it sounded like it was right up his street. Working for Hugh and then the SOE Josh risked his life more times than anyone would have thought possible and still keep on surviving against the odds. During the war all he wanted was for it to just fucking end, but when it did he felt like his life and true vocation had also ended. Not knowing what direction to take after spending so many years on the very edge of life and death itself he was a lost soul swimming in the dregs of a whiskey bottle, or any bottle of booze he could get, not giving a fuck. Josh was blind d***k in Soho and on his knees throwing up in a back street when a well to do gentleman helped him up and took him back to his town house. In the morning Josh woke up bewildered with his head thumping and in unfamiliar surroundings. Sitting in a chair by the bed reading the mornings paper was a familiar face, it was Sir Percy, one of his superiors in the Special Operations Executive. Good morning Josh, you look like a man that needs something useful to do and I think I may have just the thing for you. That was the beginning of his employment with the Club and he enjoyed his work, especially the perks that came with it. Josh was wandering round Piccadilly and Lester ...