4 comments/ 81075 views/ 3 favorites Perks of the Job By: Chris Cross As the doorbell rang, Will leapt to his feet and raced to the door of his flat. Heart pounding, he flew down the flight of stairs to the hallway. Was it her? Had she really come? Reaching the front door, he undid the latch and swung it open. Wind drove in, spattering him with drops of rain... and there she stood, the hood of her coat up and her shoulders hunched against the cold November weather. Despite the rain bouncing off of her, Angela was smiling broadly. "Hi! Nice night, huh?" she said. Will stepped back. "Come on in, get out of the rain." Angela stepped into the hallway with a quick glance behind her. Pushing the door shut, Will also glanced out before dropping the latch, vague paranoia scratching at the surface of his mind. Then he turned and saw Angela pulling back her hood. The scratchy whispers ceased as he watched her shake drops of water from her tousled blonde hair. He had run his fingers through those silky golden locks just over 48 hours previously, as Angela had gone down on him hungrily , full lips wet with saliva, teeth scraping against his skin, one soft hand caressing his balls whilst the other worked his shaft back and forth and - "It's foul out there." Angela was looking at him with those clear green eyes and just a hint of nerves. Will's heart continued to race, he could feel himself stiffening as he brought his attention back from what they had done, to the here and now. And what they would do. Yes, it was her. Yes, she had come. This was really happening. "You're right. Come on up, my flat's upstairs." Will jerked his thumb at the door to his left, "That's the empty one." "Yes, I remember you telling me the guy moved out last week." "That's right." Will replied, moving forward and gesturing towards the stairs, "After you, please." "Why, thank you, kind sir." Angela purred demurely, turning away and mounting the stairs. Will watched as her coat rode up above her rear as she walked upwards, savoring the motion of her curvy, rounded buttocks and noting the lack of any visible panty line. Angela was wearing a thong, g-string, or perhaps, no knickers. She was wearing the same smart clothes that she had to work that day; charcoal grey suit trousers with black high heeled shoes. That would likely mean the black, sleeveless round neck top, and the jacket that matched the trousers. Angela always dressed smartly for work. Will thought she dressed more like an office manager than the manager of a record shop, but the dark, clean suits she wore showed off her hair, eyes and good figure. And they turned him on, too. Hell, Angela dressed in a bin bag would turn him on. She filled whatever she wore very nicely. Will followed behind as Angela turned right and reached the door of his flat. She paused, turning to look as he caught up with her. Will grinned. "Well, it's no palace, but welcome to my home." He pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. Angela followed and once over the threshold, Will closed the door shut it behind her, dropping the latch. "Can I take your coat and get you a drink?" "Yes, thanks." Angela slipped her dark leather shoulder bag to the carpet and unzipped her soaking coat, sliding it from her shoulders and passing it to Will's outstretched hand. Yes, the dark top and suit jacket. Water dripped from the coat onto the hall carpet as Will hung it next to his own leather jacket on one of the four metal hooks of the coat rack by the door. Angie arched her back slightly, stretching and making a quiet, happy 'm'mmm' noise. Will watched her small breasts swell against the dark fabric, noticing the texture of the cups of her bra pressing against the top. "It's nice and warm in here, Will." "Yeah, with it being so cold at this time of year and with the weather being so bad I wanted it to be good and snug in case you- I mean, when you arrived." Angela seemed amused to see the slight flush Will felt rise on his face. She smiled a Cheshire cat grin and took a step over to him, placing her hand on his forearm. "I was always going to turn up, Will. I wasn't going to miss tonight." Embarrassment melted in a hot flush of anticipation and nerves. Will mentally kicked himself. Play it cool. Don't gabble like an idiot. He smiled back. "I'm glad you're here. I still can't quite believe you actually are, though." Angie laughed softly. "Well I am. But of course, I'm not." Angie squeezed his forearm gently and leaned just a little closer. Will could smell her musky perfume. The stiffening in his jeans quickened. "My sister will swear blind that I've been at hers all evening. And with buggerlugs away on business, we've got as long as we'd like. I can get a taxi back home later." Silence fell as she finished. Time stretched as they looked at each other – a twenty five year old man and forty five year old woman. Anticipation blossomed. Swelled. Became near tangible. It was only two seconds before Will replied, but in that short time, much was silently said between them. "Fantastic. Now then, that drink? Tea, coffee?" "Tea please." "Okay. Come on through, have a seat." Will walked over to their right and opened a door, stepping through. Angela followed him into the living room. Will was curious as to where she'd sit. In one of the two single armchairs or in the three person settee in front of the fire place and television? As he'd hoped (or perhaps even known), Angela sat before the fire, looking around her. "Looks like you've got a nice place here." "Cheers. Feel free to have a look around, I'll give you the grand tour later." Will headed to the kitchen and began to make the drinks, silently musing over who would make the first move, what Angela was wearing under her suit, how she would look naked. How her body would feel as she lay under him, thighs parted, or sat on top, riding him hard. Whether she cried out in the grip of ecstasy or instead sighed softly. How long it would be before he'd find out? That she was here willing to have sex, there was no doubt. As the kettle boiled, Will thought back to how Angela had come to be in his flat, ready for an evening of passion with him behind her husband's back. Angela and her husband owned a small record store in town, selling CDs, DVDs, T-shirts and posters. Her husband had a joint controlling interest, but left the day to day management to Angela, keeping himself busy with his work as a freelance business consultant. Angela had lost a member of staff and Will had applied for the job of Assistant Manager, having been a loyal customer for a couple of years. He had been struck by Angela the first time he had seen her. Five and a half foot of personality, curves and blonde hair with sparkling green/grey eyes. She had a ready smile, sense of humour and taste in music that matched Will's own. Despite being two decades his senior, Angela knew how to keep herself in shape. Among the shop's customers was a small legion of male admirers of all ages. Will often joked that he could make a small fortune by selling memberships to an Angie Harding Fan Club. When the other staff member was out at lunch, in the stock room, or running errands, Will found his gentle flirting being returned in kind. Double in fact. Especially when the two were alone after closing, sorting the till records and cashing up. Angela soon made it plain that she was bored with her marriage and skated teasingly around the subject of just what she was looking for to spice up her life. She broke the touch taboo by brushing up against Will as she passed. Sometimes her bottom would glide across his crotch as she slipped along the counter. Other times, her breasts would brush his arm or chest. She would touch his shoulders when they joked. Just under a week ago, last Wednesday to be precise; she had turned up to work (when just the two of them were in) in an ankle length skirt with a long centre split. Very smart and respectable as usual, but when no customers were in, she would check the stock on the shelves, right foot placed in front, hips cocked, so the length of her inner leg, from ankle almost to crotch, was visible. Creamy, smooth flesh tantalisingly visible yet out of reach. The direct eye contact and knowing smile let Will know that the display was for his benefit. This had all culminated in the events of Monday afternoon. With the other staff on holiday, Angela and Will had been in alone together all day. Weather was poor and the business had been quiet. They passed the time playing silly word or guessing games, keeping a tally of who had the most points with the vague threat of the winner being able to get a 'forfeit' from the loser. Darkness fell and at 5.30 pm they closed the shop, with Angela the victor in their little game by two points. Pulling the security shutters down most of the way and locking the front door, Will cashed up as Angela tidied around. They had taken just over one hundred pounds and Will was done cashing up in only a couple of minutes. Angie joined him in the small office at the side rear of the shop, hovering by the door leading to the stockroom and kitchen at the back. She told him that she had decided on the forfeit. She wanted Will to kiss her. After a moments shock and confirming that he had heard her correctly, Will moved closer. Angela had drawn back into the stockroom, where nobody could see them through the small office window. He had kissed her. Once. Twice. Then her tongue was in his mouth and her hands were on him, his hair, face, chest and groin. Rubbing at his growing erection through his trousers. She asked him hoarsely if she could go down on him. Will had politely mumbled something positive and then his trousers were around his ankles, his erect cock was tugged forward and Angela was on her knees in front of him, head rocking back and forth, cheeks hollowing as she gave Will an expert blow job. He had come in just over a minute, embarrassingly quickly. Angela had gulped his hot spurts down, slowly licking the head of his cock clean while looking up into his eyes and then smearing her dark purple lipstick with the back of her hand. Not able to believe what had just happened, Will had leaned against the door frame, getting his breath back. Angela had stood up, gently stroking his softening cock and whispered to him; "I want you, Will. I know I'm 'the older woman' but I haven't had good sex at home for over a year. God, I hope being so forward doesn't scare you off now, but I know you like me. I like you too. It'd just be fun, just sex, but it'll be good. Do you want me..?" Flabbergasted and unsure if he was dreaming all this, Will had told her that of course he wanted her. He had fancied her for years. He wanted her right now, but knew now wasn't the time. Angela had agreed with him on this as she pulled up his trousers and carefully zipped up the fly. Between kisses, they had planned to meet up at his flat the next night. Angela's husband was away at a conference for two nights. Then, they would have all the time they wanted. They had left the store shortly after, Will still unable to fully grasp what had just happened. His fantasies of the past couple of years had suddenly become reality, and would be fulfilled the next night. Even while dating his now ex-girlfriend, he had fantasised about what it would be like to have sex with Angela. Will felt uneasy about the possibility of Angela's husband finding out and the possible repercussions for his employment. That said, Will had found the man unpleasant on the handful of occasions he'd met him. And if he couldn't keep such a great woman as Angela satisfied..? She had made it clear she was bored with him and that he didn't pay her much attention. On one occasion she had gone as far as to suggest to Will that she thought he had another woman. Well, he couldn't find much sympathy for the man. He knew this was wrong but couldn't bring himself to turn down what Angela was offering. He lusted for her too much. Later that same night, as he lay in bed trying to get to sleep, the scratchy whisperings had started. What if Angela had a guilt trip about what she'd done and confessed to her husband? Or perhaps, shouted it at him in one of their arguments? Even worse, what if she turned out to be a bunny boiler? Or her husband had some idea of what was going on between them and followed Angela to Will's flat, unseen in the darkness... The next day at work had been less awkward than Will feared. Market day in the town brought more customers into the shop and with other staff being in, there was little time or opportunity to flirt, or make plans. Before closing there was only one reference to the approaching evening. As Will put the kettle on in the stockroom-cum-kitchen, Angela slipped past him, leaning her breasts against this back and whispering in his ear. "Are we still on for tonight?" Will whispered back "You betcha!" And Angela went about her business in the stockroom, smiling promisingly at him. Will was a little disappointed when he finished cashing up and saw Angela already had her coat on and was waiting to go. He had hoped for another kiss, to hold her close; an appetiser for the banquet ahead. Angela must have read a look of disappointment on his face as she laughed. "Thought I'd let you save your strength for later. Good things come to those who wait, Will." He couldn't resist. "Are you going to cum for me, then?" Angela looked at him, almost frowning and then grinned mischievously. "That'll mostly be down to you." Her voice dropped to a low purr. "But I reckon you won't have any trouble." They had closed up shop and parted for home, setting off into the rain. Will got home and showered. He was too excited to eat (and didn't want to risk his breath smelling) and so spent the best part of two hours setting the scene. He hoovered and tidied, put fresh sheets on the bed, central heating on just so, lights on and down low in all rooms. Scented oils were burning in the living room and bedroom, with condoms close to hand. Ice cubes in the freezer, ready to accompany the bottle of Bacardi (Angela's favourite drink) he had bought on the way home. With everything ready, there was still forty-five minutes before Angela was due at 8.00pm. Will masturbated in the bathroom, remembering how Angie's lips felt as they gripped his shaft and her tongue rubbed against its sensitive underside. He washed his cock in hot, soapy water after he was done, feeling more relaxed now and content he would last longer for her when she arrived. If she turns up the scratchy voice of doubt whispered in his head. But just before 8.00pm, his door bell had rang. Angela was here, in his flat. Waiting for him in the room next door. Stirring the mugs of tea to dissolve the sugar, Will picked up one in each hand. With his heart beating faster and faster, he walked back through to the living room. Angela was looking at his CD collection as he entered. Turning, she stepped over to take the proffered mug of tea. "Thanks, I need to get something hot inside me." She flashed a quick grin then turned back to the CDs. "Anything you'd like me to put on for you?" asked Will. Angela grinned again and selected an Aerosmith 'best of' CD. "This one please, I love 'em." Will removed the jewel case from its space on the rack and set the CD playing. Angela had sat down on the settee again, left leg crossed over right, towards him. He noted the positive body language and sat down himself, next to her. Amazingly, they managed to make small talk as they sipped their tea; the weather, shop talk, music. Beneath it all ran an electric undercurrent of which they were both aware. Who was going to make the first move? What would it be? When would they do it? An unspoken game that they both played. Several tracks later as Steven Tyler sang about being 'crazy for you, baby' Will had finished his mug of tea. Angela gulped down the rest of hers and looked at him, slowly twirling an index finger through a golden curl of hair. "Fancy a drink of something a little stronger?" Will asked. "Yeah that'd be nice. What've you got?" Will stood and crossed to the drinks cabinet. Opening it, he ran through the contents. "Bacardi, Jack Daniels, vodka and gin. There's some fruit juice and mixers in the fridge, I can cobble you together a cocktail, if you like?" "Bacardi. Neat, please." Will poured them both a good shot and handed Angela her glass. She stood to collect it. "A toast." She smiled. Will cocked an eyebrow questioningly. "To passion." Will smiled and repeated the toast. They clinked glasses together. "Down in one Will!" Angela grinned and knocked back the contents of her glass. Surprised, Will snorted a laugh and downed his drink. The clear liquid heated his throat and lay warm in his belly. Stifling the gut reaction to cough, Will met Angela's gaze. "Fancy another, Angie?" "Yeah, go on then!" He quickly poured them both another, larger measure. Angela sipped at her drink this time. As he looked at her over the rim of his glass, a saucy elevator operator was asking Mr.Tyler if he was 'going down?' As the track started Angela put down her glass and moist lips slightly parted; smouldered at Will through heavy lidded eyes. Will placed his glass down too and they locked eyes. Slowly, they leaned closer together, falling onto one another, lips locking together. Angela's perfume filled his head as Will ran his hand up and down the warm curve of Angie's thigh. Her hands were flat on his chest. Moving his left hand to cradle the back of her head, Will probed with his tongue. Angela's lips parted and their tongues met, circling together slowly. They kissed deeply as the song played on. Will's right hand stole up to her breasts and he cupped them through the dark top, squeezing and rubbing their soft swell. He could feel the rough texture of her bra and the stiff wire in it. Angela breathed more heavily and Will felt his cock stiffen in response. Locating the nipple on her left breast, Will brushed it with his thumb. Angela broke off their kiss and gasped eyes half open in pleasure. Will swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth and pressed his lips against hers again. They kissed repeatedly, with soft smacking sounds. Will felt Angela's hand locate his engorged cock and moaned as she squeezed it through his trousers. They kissed deeply again and Will marveled to himself 'Yes. This is it. It's finally going to happen.' Their breathing grew faster and heavier as they petted. Lips separated to kiss repeatedly again, Will moved down to Angela's ear and neck. His cock throbbed almost painfully, he wanted; no he needed to be inside her. Will stopped kissing and leaned away, taking her hands in his and standing up, tugging. Angela stood too. Will quickly nipped round behind, rubbing Angie's left breast in his right hand and using his left hand to rub her crotch. Angela moaned and arched her back, pushing her groin down against his hand. "Ohh, Will. That feels so good." Her hands fumbled behind her, trying to rub at his crotch as she tilted her head backwards so they could kiss again. Will kneaded and caressed Angela's soft mound until he could stand it no longer. He dropped both hands to her waist and undid her belt. She pushed her bum back against his cock as Will unhooked the front of her trousers and pulled down the zip. He placed the flat of his hand on Angela's belly and felt a warm and slippery material there. Sliding his hand down inside her trousers, he felt the tangle of her pubic hair pressing against the satiny material and then as his fingers curled back towards him, the softness of her vulva, heat baking from it. Finding the edge of her undergarment, Will slipped a finger beneath it and traced up and down, feeling damp flesh and soft hair at his fingertip. Angela gasped and pushed her hips forward so his finger pressed into the soft pad of fat above her pussy. Curiosity and lust flooded every fibre of Will's being. Stepping back he seized the shoulders of her jacket and pulled. Angela pointed her arms so the jacket slipped down them and to the floor. She turned to face Will as her took hold of the top of her trousers. Pausing to briefly nuzzle at her breasts, he dropped into a crouch, tugging the trousers down over her hips and thighs. Angela kicked off her heels and the trousers joined the jacket on the carpet. Perks of the Job My name is Richard Singleton, aged 45 and I run the City Council's housing department. I am 5' 9" tall and comfortably built although it would not take too much exercise to get me into more youthful trim. There is no regular female companion in my life but half a dozen married women welcome me into their arms on a casual if irregular basis. Apart from that, I get by with pick-ups at singles bars and the odd quickie from grateful clients. I was married for ten years but that ended five years ago on the grounds of my wife's adultery. I had played around plenty myself so would have been willing to accept my wife's misdemeanour as tit for tat had it not been for the particular bloke who was screwing her. He was my boss and I hated the bastard. For three years he had picked on me, given poor appraisals and generally ensured that I got all the shitty jobs. Then it suddenly changed. I started being given the fact finding missions to other cities with stays in plush hotels and all the little cushy overnight seminars - I even copped for the weekends abroad that were his legitimate perk. I genuinely believed that he was trying to make amends for all the previous unkind behaviour until I discovered he had only been creating opportunities to get his leg over with Anne. Well, the newspapers got hold of the story, he was demoted and moved to another city and I walked into his job, largely on the strength of the many courses that he had sent me on. So at 9:30 a.m. on a cold late march morning, I walked into the reception area near to my office and paused to look over the mass of humanity already assembled. This area contained rows of hard backed chairs and at one end of the room, six semi-circular screens which gave an illusion of privacy for the personal interviews with the clerks on duty. The clientele were almost exclusively life's unfortunates, seeking crisis loans or accommodation or possibly waiting to dispute eviction notices. I was very glad that my years of direct interface with the customers now lay many years in the past. Having decided that it was an average attendance for I Monday, I was about to walk on to my office upstairs when I noticed a young couple sitting tightly holding hands. Both looked about twenty but she was delightful, like an exotic flower blooming in an area of waste ground. I moved until slightly concealed behind one of the screens and from this better vantage, was able to get a close look at the pair. The youth had a shock of light coloured hair, an open face with a ruddy complexion and his general image was that of a country lad or yokel. He was wearing a bomber jacket, unnecessarily baggy trousers and heavy white trainers. In contrast she seemed neat. A very pretty face surrounded by short brown curly hair, a slim figure and what looked like very shapely legs. Even from a distance I could make out the shape of her breast through the heavy winter coat. Coming to a decision, I emerged from my hiding place and walked up to them. "Housing application?" I asked. The girl looked up. "How did you know?" she wondered. I ignored her question and keeping my face enigmatic said, "I am Mr Singleton, the manager. Would you like to come with me?" The girl hesitated. "It's not our turn yet. Most of these other people are before us. It will be ages before our number comes up." As proof she showed me the numbered ticket issued at the door and then pointed up at the indicator on the wall. I smiled. "Don't take any notice of that. I am conducting a random statistical survey and I want to ask a few questions." She still hesitated. "That will make us miss out turn," she objected. "Not at all," I reassured her. "I am taking personal control of your case. By dealing with me you might get out of here quicker that if you continued to queue, I most certainly will not make you any later." This was a lie because, if they failed to hold my interest than I would simply recycle them back into the system. I led them up to my office and then quickly placed a second chair in front of my desk to join the one that always stood there. Sitting at the desk I made a great show of placing a sheet of paper in front of me then looked up and studied them in silence. The lad was sprawled back almost insolently in the chair with his legs stretched out in front of him. She sat primly, knees together, hands folded in her lap looking respectfully at me. "Have you lived in the city all your lives?" I began. The girl answered. "I have but Brian only moved here when he was three." "Same thing," I murmured, pretending to make two ticks on the paper. "Do you like the city. Have you considered moving away?" I asked generally, trying to ad-lib the questions as I went along. "We do like it here," she said. "Anyway, all our friends and relations live here so we do not want to move." "Education, O-levels, CSE's?" I asked, this time directing the question directly towards the youth. Again it was she who answered. "He's got four CSE's, I'm not sure about the grades." Turning to him for help she prompted "Brian?" "Dunno," he said. Trying to cover for her boyfriends unhelpful answer, she added quickly, "I got six O-levels and A-level Computer Science. I also have a secretarial diploma." "Very good," I said, going through the motions of writing the information down. The girl was beginning to intrigue me. She was both bright and articulate. I found it difficult to understand how she had finished up engaged to such a lump of wood. In that moment, I decided that I would handle the application. Very deliberately I folded the still blank piece of paper and slipped it inside a folder that I removed from my drawer. Then, selecting a legitimate Housing Application form, I said briskly, "Right -- your application. Can I have your names please." "Brian Duffy and Carole Benitton." "How old are you Carole?" "Twenty. Brian is too but he is nearly twenty-one." "I will put twenty down for you both for now. I can get your dates of birth later. Why do you need a house?" "We want to get married and we can't until we have somewhere to live. "What about living with parents?" "There,s no room. Brian has two brothers and a sister and I am the same. I only share with my sister but he has to share a bedroom with both his brothers." "That's good. According to the rules, that classes as overcrowding and is worth some bonus points. How long have you known each other?" Carole was pleased by the mention of bonus points and now smiled as she told me, "We've been going together for almost three years but have known each other for longer." I spent some time writing and when I glanced up, Brian was gazing vacuously out of the window but she was watching me alertly. I could see that I would need to handle this very carefully indeed. The girl had really got under my skin. Not only was she exceedingly attractive but there was a real gleam of intelligence in her eyes. "I think that I have got everything that I need for now," I said, putting my pen back in my pocket. Carole was surprised. "Is that all? I thought that there would be lots of forms to fill in." "There is -- but I can't see much point in wasting time doing that until I know if there is something worthwhile to offer you. Can you come back later in the week after I have had chance to check what is available?" I already knew that there was very little available and that the best they could realistically hope for was to spend two years working their way up the waiting list. "I can come in any lunchtime but Brian is working on a building site outside the city. He had to take the day off to come with me today." This was exactly what I had hoped for - the whole object of the exercise was to get Carole by herself. "That's fine, you will be able to tell me all that I want to know," I smiled but then could not resist adding, "You seem to speak for the pair of you anyway." Carole had enough humour to appreciate the justification for my dig. She grinned back. "Brian is not at his best in a situation like this," she excused. I handed her my card. "If you give me a ring when you are coming then I will meet you at the main door and save you the trouble of finding me." The call came in the middle of Wednesday morning so at 12:30 I stationed myself just inside the main door. Carole was exactly on time. I escorted her to my office and using the excuse that she was wet from the heavy rain, relieved her of her coat and hung it up. Sitting in the sole chair, she adopted the same posture of knees together and hands on lap. The difference was that now I could get a unobstructed look at her body and a very nice body it was. She had a nicely full bust compared to her general slim form and later when nervous agitation caused her to breath heavily, my eyes became fixated on her breasts as they rose and fell. I took down various details that would be needed, starting with their addresses that I had omitted before, together with dates of birth. Eventually, with pen poised, I leaned forward and asked, "Do you cohabit?" Carole seemed not to understand the question. "Do you and Brian sleep together?" "I told you, I have to sleep with my sist..." Her face started to colour as she realised what I was asking. "Do you have sex?" Now her face flushed bright red. "I didn't think you were entitled to ask me something like that," she stammered. "It is up to you," I told her keeping my voice neutral. "There is a box here for cohabitees, a 'Yes' is worth points but I will tick 'NO' if you prefer." "Sorry, I was being silly. Yes -- we do have sex." "And are you on the pill?" Again she started to balk at the question so I hurried to explain. "It does not matter because I will tick 'NO' anyway because of the following question. It asks if you are pregnant. Now I am trying to help you and I must say that pregnancy earns a hell of a lot of points. I was going to tick Pregnant for you -- that does not mean that you will need to produce a baby, it's something that never gets checked. A little bit of judicious lying can do a lot of good -- I just like to know which are the lies and that's why I asked about the pill." "I really am sorry. I think I'm being very silly. I am on the pill. Please ask me anything that you like," she invited. "I gave her a relaxed smile back. "Don't worry, I have no more embarrassing questions left. Carole was relieved and this showed in her posture. In a friendly conversational tone I said casually, "With both houses so cram full of people, it must be very difficult for you and your boyfriend to get time alone together." "It is," she said. In the warm weather we go out in the country. Brian has a car but it is very small." Reading between the lines, I knew she was saying that the vehicle was not conducive to the search for carnal knowledge. The girl's previous reserve seemed to have crumbled with the end of my questioning, so I risked a small joke, "Perhaps I should amend that box about having sex to 'only very rarely'." She did laugh and then said happily, "The last couple of years we have managed a two week holiday away together." "That sounds nice -- but you must be desperate to get married." "We are Mr Singleton -- really desperate." "There are a couple of properties available for immediate occupation," I said, deliberately keeping my voice flat. Her face lit up but when I continued by saying, "They are both on the Copely Estate," it fell again because I had mentioned one of the cities two notorious sink estates. "What are they like?" she asked without much hope. "The first one is not up to much," I admitted. "It has suddenly become vacant because the current tenant refuses to go home from hospital when he recovers from being stabbed." "And the other?" she sounded near to tears. "That is a lot better," I told her sounding more cheerful. "That one has been completed refurbished though-out following the fire. I think though that people who commit arson she spend the rest of their lives in prison." Carole slowly shook her head. "Isn't there anything at all that is vacant on your books apart from those two?" "There is one that has just come in. It is so recent that it is not even on the computer system yet. The trouble is that it is a very nice property and when it does hit the system there is going to be a lot of competition for it. Actually, I happen to have the folder here if you would like to have a look at it." "Yes please," she said. I had warned her not to be hopeful but I could see that already she was grasping at the straw. "Perhaps, you would find it easier sitting over there," I suggested indicating a small couch in the corner of the office. She complied so I dug out the folder and handed it over, then left her for a few minutes to look through with out distraction. Now I must point that most of the houses in the councils stock comprised of purpose built estates, built between the wars or just after but there were exceptions. There were occasional properties which had come onto the books in various ways over the years, and some of these were in very nice areas. The folder I had given Carole concerned one such house in a much sought after residential area and I knew that similar properties were selling on the open market for in excess of £240,000. The old lady who had lived in the house for over thirty years had just died and now it was mine to dispose of. It had actually been on my desk for over a fortnight, but I had withheld it from the system hoping that I might get a small earner out of it. The girl was so engrossed in leafing through the folder that she had let her skirt ride up and I feasted my eyes before finally wandering over. I sat down beside her, pointing out various details and managing to brush her breast with my hand while doing so. "I believe that there is a farm down that lane that provides both milk and eggs," I said, putting the icing on the cake." "It is lovely" she breathed, "And overlooking all these open fields." "It would suit you down to the ground. The damn thing is that it is in my power to give it to you. To say, 'Here you are, the house is yours' - but that would be taking a risk and it is far safer for me to just put it into the system and let everybody take their chance." As I spoke, I snapped the folder shut, took it out of her hands and then walked back to my desk. I had effectively shown her paradise and then snatched it away again. Carole followed and sat down in her chair. Her eyes were full of tears. "Cheer up," I said. "You are a very lovely girl. I am sure that someone who looks like you must get what she deserves in the end." As I spoke, I allowed my eyes to rove blatantly over her body. She cast a searching look at me and was about to speak but I cut her off. "I'm sorry but I will have to hurry you because I have an important appointment in less than a minute. You still have my card -- so if you want to speak to me about anything, just give me a ring. Remember that I want to help you." Giving her not a moments pause, I handed back her coat and bustled her to the door. When she had gone I sat back and lit a cigarette. She would ring -- the only question being 'How long would she fight it?' In the middle of Thursday morning the call came through. "This is Carole Benetton, Mr Singleton. You said that I could ring you. Would it be possible to come to your office again," she said with a rush. "Certainly Carole," I told her briskly. "Same time and place as yesterday." She arrived slightly early. I led her to my office and this time she removed her coat without invitation and hung it on the stand. Her appearance had changed. Today she was wearing a thin tailored blouse with a much shorter skirt and instead of knees primly together she very deliberately crossed her legs. I noticed also that her make-up was far more in evidence, giving a fuller look to the mouth and accentuating her eyes. Carole started to talk immediately but I held up my hand to silence her, and looking down at a form in front of me, I said, "I am glad that you have come today because your application form has come back with a couple of queries. It's nothing serious but they seem to think downstairs that I have spelt your name incorrectly. Is it Carol with or without an 'e' and do you spell Benetton with one or two 'T's'?" The girl gave a sigh of relief that there was not a real problem. "Carole with an 'E' and two T's," she said happily. I amended the form, then looked up and smiled. "Well Carole Benetton with two T's. What can I do for you?" She had been prepared to burst forth in flood before but now the girl found herself suddenly tongue-tied. I waited smiling encouragingly. "Mr Singleton. Do you fancy me?" she blurted out. "Of course I fancy you. I doubt if there is a man in the world who would not fancy you. I said that you were an exceptionally attractive girl." That stalled her for a moment but then she said, "But would you like to go to bed with me?" "I am sure that any man would love to go to bed with you given the opportunity. I most certainly would." "The house. Would it make a difference if I was nice to you?" "You are being very nice now. It's because you are nice that I have taken a personal interest." She took a deep breath. "Mr Singleton. If I let you fuck me, do we get the house?" "I can guarantee it," I told her. Carole slumped in her chair, gazing down at the floor. "Will you let me fuck you?" She looked me straight in the eye and her voice was firm as she said, "Yes." "When?" "Anytime that you like." "Now," I suggested nodding towards the couch in the corner. A look of panic crossed her face. "How do I know that you won't trick me -- you know, do it and then change your mind?" "I would not take advantage of you like that for a start but I want you to be happy about this and know you will not be cheated. All the paperwork will be finished by next Wednesday. I suggest that you meet me somewhere on that day and I will hand you both the key and contract for the house before we conclude our ...er ...transaction." "I can be on the corner by the bus station at 12:30." "I'll be there." "Where will we go?" "There is an empty furnished house that I have a key for. Is that OK with you?" "Fine," she said and most incongruously walked forward and shook my hand. "There is just one other thing," I said. "Can you and your fiancé come to the office on Sunday morning. I want you both to do a profiling program on a computer." "Why? I thought that we had just arranged everything for us to get the house." "We have -- this is to cover our tracks," I explained. "It is almost certain that no one will check but there are random audits. Bonus points can be earned from the computer profile but it generates one hell of a lot of paperwork. Now if someone picked up your application form, it would stick out like a sore thumb that you have not got enough points for this house -- but if there is a great wad of profile attached, nobody is going to wade through to see where the points came from. You have got your house whatever happens -- this is to cover me because I would lose my job if this was discovered." This small speech convinced her and it was arranged that the pair of them would be outside the office at 10 a.m. on the Sunday morning. I was very pleased with myself. Two of my married women friends were in their early thirties but the others tended more towards my own age and my singles bar pick-ups were in the same age range. A couple had been late twenties but it was a very long time since I had the chance of a girl so young and unspoiled. Wednesday was going to be a dream but I was hoping to squeeze a little extra out of the situation before then. Perks of the Job At the appointed time I was lurking inside the empty office entrance, ready to open up as soon as they appeared outside the big glass doors. Re-locking the door after them, I led the pair to my secretary's office which adjoins mine. I had previously activated the PC on her desk so I sat Brian in front of it and proceeded to instruct him on how to operate the program. It was more than I little difficult. "Look," he said. "I don't understand these things but Carole does. She will show me what to do." "You will have to manage by yourself," I told him shortly. "Carole has to do one by herself separately in another office. It is important that there is no collusion between you." "But I thought this test was just...." Carole started to object but I held a finger to my lips to quiet her and bustled her through the door into my office, quietly sliding the lock behind me. The girl walked confidently round my desk to the PC but then stopped on finding that it was not switched on. "You are not doing a test," I told her. "Then why am I here?" "I want something on account," I told her flatly. "But we agreed." "Things have changed," I said. "The auditors are in. Don't worry; the house is yours even if they pull the file. Well, yours for at least a year, while they go through the eviction procedure and then you will be offered somewhere far better than you could get now. It's my head that is on the line because I am sure to get sacked. The bottom line is that I will not risk my job if I do not get anything out of it. Either give me something now or I will scrap the whole deal." "What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly. Looking straight at her, I slowly pulled down my zip. Carole walked almost casually forward and sank to her knees in front of me. She quickly released my already almost fully erect prick and then paused, holding it loosely in her fingers. Very slowly she licked her lips and then looked up at me. I waited. Moving her head slightly forward she licked round the head of my cock and my whole body twitched as an almost electric shock came from her wet tongue. She laughed, waited and then did it again. Then she took me completely into her mouth and it was heaven feeling myself engulfed in her warm wetness. Perhaps she just wanted to get it over with quickly but I know that she held nothing back. For all her youth she was an expert. I rationalised that, largely limited to the confines of a small car, her sexual relationship with Brian probably comprised more this act than actual screwing. Even though I tried desperately to hold back to prolong the experience she was far too good. At the critical moment, I had half expected that she would pull her head away but, rather to my surprise, she swallowed greedily. Finally, she stood up mopping the mess round her mouth with a white handkerchief and walked away, leaving me to put myself away. I joined her, rather amazed at her composure for there was no sign that anything had occurred between us -- except for the large glob of cum smeared across the front of her blouse. Carole followed the direction of my eyes and gave a cry of distress on seeing the incriminating evidence. Quickly I passed her a wad of tissues from the box on my desk and she gratefully tried to clean up. Despite her best efforts there remained a suspicious wet mark and the poor girl was in tears. "Brian is sure to guess what we've been doing. Whatever shall I do?" she sobbed. With an extremely quick bit of lateral thinking, I snatched a styrene cup containing some coffee dregs from my desk and flicked it over her blouse front, then gave her more tissues from the box with which to mop up the new mess. Then taking an empty mug, I filled it with fresh coffee from the percolator, added the number of sugars that Carole specified and after unlocking the door, carried the drink through to Brian. "Here is some coffee Brian. Be careful how you drink it -- your girlfriend has tipped hers all over herself." Brian was smoking and I could see from the monitor screen that he had been unable to progress further than question three. I nodded deliberately at the 'NO Smoking' sign on the wall causing him to reluctantly started putting out his cigarette but feeling generous I said, "What the hell -- finish it. Just take the tab with you when you go." Returning to Carole, she looked at me rather shakily. "Thank you," she said. I grinned. "No harm done," I said. "-- to any of us." Carole was waiting as arranged by the bus station. I pulled into the kerb and leaned over to open the passenger door. She jumped in quickly as if not wanting to be seen. When I was clear of the immediate traffic, I reached a folder from behind my seat and placed it on her lap. "Is this it?" she asked placing her hands possessively upon it. "The whole kit and caboodle. The key to home sweet home - in fact everything that I promised you." Carole nodded but did not speak and I knew that she was thinking about her end of the bargain that still had to be fulfilled. The poor girl was already nervous and with a fifteen minute journey ahead, I could see her arriving in a far different mood than the one I hoped for." "Was Brian your first boyfriend?" I asked. I knew it might be a tactical mistake to mention Brian as this stage but honestly, I could not think of anything else to say and I badly needed to take her mind temporarily away from what was to come. "Yes -- no. I have been out with lots of boys but Brian was my first real boyfriend." I interpreted 'real' to mean the first one to know her in the biblical sense. Better and better -- the girl was almost brand new. "Have you started to arrange your wedding yet." "Yes, I know it is jumping the gun a bit but I spent the last two days ringing places. I have got a provisional date for a month on Saturday." "You should get nice weather. The first part of May is always very nice. It's my favourite time of the year." "Are you married?" "I used to be but it didn't work out." "You could not keep yourself to yourself -- it that what ended it?" "Neither of us could." I answered honestly. "It was me who wanted the divorce and it was a mistake. I used to think it was fine for men to mess around but not their wives. Now I can see that nothing matters as long as it does not do any harm." "I am making a sacrifice, not messing around with you," she said firmly, clarifying our relationship. "I know that you are. It's a very worthwhile sacrifice but you must love Brian a great deal." "People have done worse for love," she said enigmatically and I was unable to think of a fitting reply - fortunately we were only two or three minutes away from our destination. I unlocked the door and led her to the kitchen where I put the kettle on straight away. Earlier in the day, I had called round to ensure that the central heating was switched on and there was tea, milk and sugar available. "Do you fancy a cup?" I asked. "Yes please," she said, sitting at the table waiting for me to prepare it. With a cup each in front of us I sat down opposite to her and lit a cigarette, again unable to think of anything to say. "Could I have one of those?" she asked suddenly. I handed one over and lit it for her. We sat in silence for several minutes with Carole taking frequent quick sips from her cup and long hard drags from the cigarette. I could see that she was trembling all over. Suddenly she stood up decisively and ground out the still only half smoked cigarette into the ashtray. "Let's do it," she said. I followed her up the stairs and guided her to the correct bedroom. Once there she began to undress without haste, carefully placing her discarded garments on a chair, and all the time making sure that her back was turned to me. The moment that she was naked, she skipped nimbly towards the bed and slipped quickly under the cover - apart from her buttocks, she had managed to ensure that I caught not a glimpse. I was going to walk round the bed but she had scrambled over to the far side -- so I undressed where she had, dropping my clothes on the floor by the side of her chair. Getting into bed, I rolled close and reached out for her but she winced at my touch. I lay for a few moments to let her relax and tied a kiss, hoping that would help, but she turned her face away saying, "I only kiss Brian." I began to gently caress keeping mainly to her midriff area, merely brushing the bottom of her breasts and not allowing my hand to travel much lower than her naval. After a while I could tell from her breathing that she was no longer so tense and moved my hand up to gently squeeze her tits and toy with the nipples. Carole seemed happy with this but when I moved my head down to suck a nipple she stopped me. "I said that you could fuck me but nothing else," she specified. "I know that but can't you give me a little leeway," I argued. "You used up all your leeway when you made me give you a blow-job" I could not grumble because already I was getting more than I was entitled to. She did allow me to play with the lips of her cunt but fingers inside were I found, outside the terms of our agreement because she quickly squeezed her thighs together to stop me. With nothing to gain by further delay, I rolled on top of her and she opened her legs to let me in. For quite a while, she just lay completely unresponsive but, with all due modesty, I am quite an accomplished lover and I doubt if Brian humped her with any great finesse. Gradually, I started to get through to her. I went fast for a time and then very leisurely and slow. I pulled my dick almost clear and then paused when she was expecting the return thrust and in that second I could feel her wanting it. Eventually, Carole's arms stole round me and her body started moving in unison with mine. Had she allowed me some foreplay I could have made her cum. As it was I got very close, but on feeling the first tremors of her orgasm building I lost it and pumped jet after jet of my seed inside her. I rolled off more than happy with my hour of delight. Relieved of my weight she got straight out of bed and ran to the bathroom. It would have been very tempting to just lay there and luxuriate awaiting her naked return but I did not want selfishness to spoil a possible longer game. I dressed and made my way downstairs to wait. I was on my second cigarette when she appeared, all made up and ready to go. Without a word she extracted a cigarette from the packet and then removed the one from my mouth to light it with. "I can run you out to your house now for a look round," I offered. Carole shook her head. "I want to be with Brian when I see it for the first time. Besides, I want to go home and have a shower." "I haven't contaminated that much have I?" She gave me a smile. "No -- actually you were rather nice. I was rather surprised." "So I am not such an evil ogre after all?" "Yes you are," she grinned. "Tricking me into sucking you off -- and with Brian in the next room. How could you do that?" "Guilty as charged. I have to admit that was pretty evil." "You were very clever though with that coffee trick -- it did not stain the blouse either. I thought that I was lost until you thought of that." "Quick thinking was always my strong point," I said. "Come on, let me run you home. I can drop you at the end of your road." And that, apart from some further inconsequential chat was that. I continued to watch the pair of them from a distance. I knew of course when they moved into the house and later, I secretly observed the wedding from a distance. Some subtle detective work also revealed where both of them worked and to a degree, their usual patterns of behaviour. It was not until three months later that I really started looking for my opportunity. I needed a time when Carole would be at home alone with her husband guaranteed to stay away. Eventually that combination occurred. Parking the car, I walked down the path and rang the bell at Carole's door. She seemed surprised but not displeased to see me. "Is Brian in," I asked. "No, you have picked a particularly bad time because he is going to be unusually late." "Pity. I have some overlooked papers about the house that need to be signed." "Can I sign them." "No. It has got to be him -- or at least both of you. Can I come in, I will show you what needs to be done and then call back when your husband is at home." Carole led me to the dining room table. From my briefcase I took two pieces of paper and a cassette tape which I laid by the side of them. "What is that?" she asked, pointing at the tape. "It's from the security tape in my office. It runs all the time to protect me against false accusations. Because this one has you on it, you need to listen and sign that it is a true account and then the tape becomes the property of you and your husband. Do you want to hear it now? I can play it again when I return." Looking rather mystified, Carole nodded, so I took a small battery player from my case and inserted the tape. It was my voice that was heard first. I was saying -- 'So Carole Benetton with two T's -- what can I do for you?' and this was followed by Carole asking, 'Mr Singleton, do you fancy me?" Carole leaned forward and stabbed the off button. "You had better come with me," she said. I followed her up the stairs and noted that she had taken me to the guest bedroom. Turning to face me, she started very deliberately to undress, dropping her clothes on the floor and looking at me all the time. Even when completely naked, she stood letting me gaze upon her body. Marriage had been good for her because she looked more rounded, more womanly. "You are a real bastard -- you know that?," she said. "I hope you realise that this is blackmail." I shook my head. "Hardly blackmail," I said. "We just keep getting into situations where I have something that you want and we come to an equitable arrangement about it." "Whatever you say," she replied without smiling but I had the feeling that she was not too upset by the situation. Deliberately brushing past me she walked slowly round to the far side of the bed and got in. I quickly undressed to join her and when I reached out, this time she did not flinch. Remembering before, I made no attempt to kiss her and again proceeded slowly with gentle caresses. However, this time when I bent my head to her breast she did not stop me and I felt her give a delicious shiver as my lips closed round her nipple. I pleasured her and myself for some minutes and then removed my mouth. "Isn't this against the rules any more?" I had to ask. "I have told you -- you are a blackmailer. How can I impose rules on a blackmailer?" she said and her words gave me effective carte blanche for anything that I wanted to do. I will not bore you with a blow by blow of the next two hours. Suffice to say that I screwed her twice, licked nectar from between her thighs and lost count of the number of times I made her cum. We went downstairs together with Carole leading. She walked across to the table, ejected the cassette and then purposefully pulled out the tape scrunching it up as did so until there was a tangled mass hanging down to the floor. Then, handing the cassette to me she ordered, "Dispose of that for me when you leave," I put the cassette in my pocket and scooped the ruined tape in after it, "You know that I will do anything for you," I said. She gazed at me with a penetrating look. "Is that it?" she asked. "You are not going to turn up in another three months with something else that I will need to persuade you to give me." "No -- you will never see me again unless you want to." "I don't think that is very likely, do you?" she asked with a funny kind of smile. "All the same it has been rather nice," I said and she did not dispute it. Carole was making no move to hurry me to the door and a silence developed. "You have made your house very nice," I said and indicating the furniture with a sweep of my arm, I added, "All this looks good stuff." "We did go a little bit mad, getting it all on credit," Carole admitted. "Brian is working short time at the moment and that puts us under a bit of pressure." "You are not going to have problems with your rent I hope." "No -- that gets paid before anything else. We have just left ourselves a little short and for the next two years there are going to be no nights out or holidays abroad." "I could fix your husband up with a job working on house maintenance for the council," I offered. Carole smiled. "Thanks -- but no thank you. We are fine for now and anyway, I would be bound to find that there were strings attached." I could not deny that so contented myself with saying, "Just keep it in mind. Anyway that I can help you I will." Then, as if it was an afterthought I said, "I've just remembered -- I have got something else to give you." Carole's face fell and I could see she was wondering what new trick I was going to pull on her. From my inside pocket I drew an envelope and handed it to her. "A belated wedding present," I said. Nervously she opened the envelope and then her face lit up on seeing that it was a cheque for £200 drawn on the councils emergency fund. Spontaneously she stepped forward, threw her arms round me and kissed me on the mouth. "I don't know what to say," were the only words that she could manage. "Don't say anything. Just have a couple of good nights out with Brian. And remember -- there is more where that came from if the need arises. The important thing is not to lose my number." With that carefully calculated exit line, I departed. That was three months ago and she has not telephoned me yet. However, informants tell me that Brian is now averaging only three days work a week. Perks of the Job Looking up, Will saw the dark red of her sexy undergarment beneath her black top. His hands slid up her legs and seized it. Lifting up her arms, Angela soon stood before Will wearing only an underwired, dark red satin body and a look of pure desire. "Your turn." She breathed hoarsely. Will's t shirt soon joined Angela's suit on the floor. Pausing to remove his trainers and socks, Will soon found himself stepping out of his trousers, too. His cock bulged in his pants, the tip of its dark helmet protruding slightly. They came together and embraced, running their hands over each others bodies, savouring the feel of skin on skin. Angela's body was firm and toned under a layer of baby soft skin. The body was thong cut at the back and Will clasped her soft buttocks, kneading them. Her small breasts were pushed up into an impressive cleavage by the lacy, underwired cups through which Will could make out the pink shapes of her nipples. He peeled one cup back, exposing an erect nipple. Inspiration struck and he ducked down to grab his glass of Bacardi. He dipped his two forefingers into it and traced them over Angela's lips. She sucked at his fingers, looking at him daringly. Pulling them from between her lips with a soft 'plop' he dipped them into the drink again and this time smeared her exposed nipple with the clear liquid. Bending his head forward he suckled, lapping up the spirit as it dribbled down the curve of her breast. Angela threw her head back and moaned softly through her open mouth. Reaching forward blindly, she found Will's crotch and slipped her hand inside his pants, gripping his hot, hard cock and gently starting to work it back and forth. Will gasped out loud and came up for air. They locked eyes, breathing through open mouths, consumed by their mutual lust. Will spoke. "The bedroom." t wasn't a question. Angela nodded. "Yes. Now." Hand in hand they walked quickly out into the hall and Will led Angela through to the bedroom. The room was lit by a single lamp and smelt pleasantly of the oil simmering in the burner on the dresser. Crossing over towards the bed, Will suddenly tugged at Angela's arm. With a small surprised noise she jerked forward against him at the edge of the bed. He then pushed her shoulders and she fell back onto it, landing softly on the thick quilt. Angela grinned up at him, her smile fading to a look of lust as Will tugged down his pants, his erect cock bobbing free in front of him. Her thighs parted invitingly and Will mounted the bed, kissing her hungrily and pressing his cock against her pussy. Angie exhaled hard through her nose and pushed her hips up against him. Then his mouth was gone from hers, moving down her neck, placing light kisses; each one punctuated by a soft lick from the tip of his tongue. Angela broke out in goosebumps as he kissed down her stomach and reached her thighs. Will looked at the poppers fastening the body at her crotch and judged he wouldn't need to use his hands to undo them. Instead, he used his tongue to lap upwards, snagging the edge of the material and gripping it with his teeth. "Rahhrrr." He moved his head sharply forwards and upwards. With a rapid-fire succession of pops Angela's body came undone. He looked down briefly at her exposed pussy, noting the pink ravine of swollen, wet lips, crowned by a triangle of quite straight, almost downy looking pubic hair. Placing his hands on her warm hips, Will slipped Angela's body up her waist and over her breasts, shuffling forward on his knees, cock bouncing in front of him. Angela lifted herself up slightly on her elbows then lay back with arms either side of her head. As Will slid her body up to her elbows and wrists, it became tangled. Grinning, he swiftly looped it around her wrists, forming a makeshift restraint from which she could really escape any time she desired. Head back, eyes closed, Angela smiled lazily. Will shuffled backwards and leant forwards. Tracing his fingertips up and down the sensitive skin either side of her pussy, he then parted her lips with his thumbs; exposing delicate, pink folds of flesh that shone with lubrication. Pretty as a pink rose covered in morning dew. He lapped his tongue upwards, Angela stiffened as he brushed her clitoris, breathing in sharply, and then exhaling deeply. Will went down on her, licking and probing her pussy, relishing her taste and aroma. Angela writhed gently. "Yess. Oh, Will..." He licked and nuzzled. Angela's toes curled with pleasure as he worked. Then, satisfied the foreplay had got her excited enough to proceed, Will prepared to satisfy his screaming desire to thrust his rock-hard cock into her. Will lined himself up and prepared to thrust forwards. Sudden, sinking realisation dawned. Protection. "Angie. What about protection? We need to use a condom." Her green eyes opened to look at him dreamily. "No, baby - it's alright. Trust me. Just make love to me. Take me." Untangling her wrists, Angie spread her arms either side of her body. Will didn't need any further encouragement. He thrust forward, feeling his cock nudge briefly against soft flesh before it yielded and hot wetness engulfed him. They both cried out in unison. My God. Angela was so tight!!! Will had thrust forward as far as he could, but only half his length had penetrated her. Drawing back he pushed forward again, pressing harder and harder until his cock sank fully into her. He pulled back and thrust forward again. Angela's secretions greased him fully now and Will managed two deep thrusts with ease. Drawing her knees up and apart, legs bent, toes pointing; Will penetrated even more deeply. Her arms clasped him to her. "Oh, Will. You don't know how long I've wanted you to do this!" Will didn't know, but he knew he'd wanted to do this to her since he met her. And what she said aroused him even more, but he couldn't find the words to reply. Will was dumbstruck with sensation at how tight Angie's pussy was. He'd never been with a virgin before, so had no idea how that felt. All his past girlfriends had been his age or younger, fit and healthy with good figures and firm young bodies. But none of them could come anywhere near to how tightly Angela's body gripped him now. The sensation seemed to feel as good for her as it did for him, Angela thrust with her hips as they found a steady rhythm, gasping and making small noises, eyes closed in concentration. Finally, Will found his voice. "God Angie... you're so tight... feels so good." Angela opened her eyes and smiled at him. She looked so beautiful. His heart sang as his cock throbbed and twitched, compressed inside her. They clasped each other, kissing passionately. Will rocked in and out of Angela for several minutes before she turned her mouth away from his to speak. "Will, get on your back. I want to do something to you." Will paused and then slipped himself from her. They both moaned. His cock glistened in the low light as he lay back, Angela sitting upright and moving to one side. Facing away from him, towards his feet, she lifted up her right leg, straddling him. Taking hold of Will's cock and squeezing it she looked over her shoulder at him. "This'll feel good." She promised. Looking down, Angela eased herself onto his length. Will moaned. Angie had felt tight before, but now-! Wiggling her bum until she had taken him fully inside her, Angela worked her hips in a circular motion, grinding her crotch against his, then lifting up and squeezing with her pussy. Over and over. "Awhh. Angie. That feels amazing! Awh!" Angela's head tilted back, as she lifted her hands and ran fingers through her golden locks. Elbows out at shoulder height Angela lost herself in the moment, humming to herself contentedly as she worked her hips, thigh muscles flexing. The sensation was nearly overwhelming. Will lay back and let Angela ride him at her slow, sensual pace, savouring the delicious friction as the walls of her pussy rubbed him from an unfamiliar angle. Shortly, he opened his eyes to watch her work, admiring her broad hips and bum, buttocks flexing as she moved. He suddenly wanted to take her from behind, to feel her soft bum cushioning his groin as it slapped against her. She had teased him with it often enough these past few days, brushing against him repeatedly. "Angie, get on all fours. There's something I want to do to you, too." Without a word, Angela slipped forwards and off his length, onto her knees. Leaning forwards, she lowered herself onto her elbows, forearms flat against the bed and wiggled her hips invitingly at him. Will sat upright and moved to his knees. Fixing his eyes on her glistening pussy, he held onto Angela's hips with both hands, carefully adjusted his position and rammed his full six inches deep into her. "God!!" she gasped, starting to say something else that dissolved into a high pitched squeal of pleasure. Will was almost out of his mind with lust. Everything so far had led to this near perfect moment. Angela, seemingly unobtainable object of two year's desire, naked, wet, pussy tighter than any he'd known before - letting him fuck her doggy style in his own bed. He thrust as hard and fast as he could, exhaling with a grunt at every thrust, her buttocks cushioned him beautifully. Angela panted and wriggled, pushing back against him as best she could, fighting not to slip off the end of the bed. She began to pant out a small cry with each breath; "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Time ceased to have meaning, until Will's aching stomach and thigh muscles informed him he couldn't maintain this pace for much longer. A second later he realised he was going to orgasm and muscles forgotten, he took her even harder. "Angiee! Ah, I'm gonna –" "Yes! Yes darling. Ah! Do it. Cum in me!" With a drawn out groan, Will thrust his hips hard against her, pressing into Angela's buttocks as he shook and jolted in the grip of a powerful orgasm. With Will twitching inside her, Angie felt her pussy become slick, filling with his cum. The sensation made her bite at her lower lip, though her own orgasm still eluded her. Will's orgasm seemed to last forever, but eventually he gasped wearily, slipping from her body and falling back at an angle, head whoomphing onto the pillows. Leisurely, Angela sat up and pivoted on her knees to face him. She lay next to him, head on his shoulder and arm over his chest, hugging him to her. Will's cum oozed from her body, making her inner thighs and the bedcovers slick and wet. Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out through his mouth, Will turned his head to look at her. "Angie, that felt incredible. I've never cum so hard in my life. Did you..?" She smiled. "No, not quite. Don't look so guilty! Will, I've never had an orgasm during sex. "Will looked surprised. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" "Yes," she smiled thoughtfully "from horse riding years ago. And I can bring myself off too, but not very often. I get kind of... messy." Will rolled over onto his side and kissed her fully on the lips. "Mind if I give it another shot?" His hand stole to her crotch, tickling her inner thighs. Angie sighed and moved her legs, allowing his hand to reach her soaking pussy. "Not at all. Be my guest." "Let's see if I can recreate the feeling of having a powerful animal pounding away between your legs." Angie chuckled, and then smiled as their faces drew closer together. They kissed again, tongues mingling. Will rubbed at the surface of Angela's pussy for a while, his fingers slipping easily over the cum-drenched flesh. After minutes of this delicious torture, he slipped his little finger into her volcanic grip, working it in, out and round and round. He repeated this with each of the fingers of his left hand, before forcing two, then three fingers into her, opening her up wide as they circled about in her body. Angela moaned and writhed as Will shifted and began to lick and suck at her right nipple at the same time. Suddenly, his fingers withdrew form her pussy. Angela's entire body jolted as a single finger flicked at her erect clitoris. It flicked again, then alighted, rubbing up and down before vanishing once more. Her whole body jerked. Will thought she had actually jumped clean off the surface of the bed for a split second. Angela's knotted brow and rapid breathing told Will what he wanted to know and he continued his hit and run attacks on the pearly head of her clitoris, alternating between kissing her mouth, neck, shoulder and breasts. "OH!" Angela jolted again. Will suddenly realised he had a throbbing erection. He'd been so engrossed with pleasuring Angela he hadn't realised how aroused he'd become himself. He wanted to fuck her again, but wanted to make her cum even more; so persisted with his guerrilla strikes. Breathing hard, Angela lifted her head (it bobbed drunkenly, in time with her breathing), opened her eyes and spoke urgently. "Will?" He looked up, brushed her clitoris again. Angela's eyes suddenly widened. "It's started! Oh Will. Ah! Ahh!" In a flash, Will mounted her, penetrating Angie in one easy motion and quickly starting to thrust in and out. Angela's eyes bugged. "WILL!" she screamed. Her eyes snapped shut as her head pressed back into the pillow. Her hands clasped his buttocks, pulling him into her. "N'nn! N'nnn! N'nnnn!!" Her eyes snapped open, then screwed shut. Will felt her buck once under him. "N'NNNNN!!!" Her pussy grabbed his cock and yanked it hard, Angela's thighs sprang together either side of him like a bear trap. She made a long, inarticulate noise as she came. Will felt a hot gush against his groin and looked down to see a thick, milky liquid coating his pubic hair and balls. Angela had cum on him! As he looked in awe, Angela's convulsing pussy squeezed out another splash of this goo with a squelch. Will couldn't decide whether he was aroused or appalled by it and decided to settle for both in equal measure as a third, smaller gout ejected with a 'blup'. Angela suddenly slumped against the bed, limp. Will started. What had happened? Was she alright!? "Angie!" His cock slipped from her saturated pussy as he sat up and gently shook her shoulders. "Mmm'oh?" Her eyelids fluttered and then opened slightly. Angie looked at him stupidly for a moment, then seemed to regain her focus. Will couldn't quite comprehend she had actually passed out through pleasure. A 'little death'. Because of him. "Will." She said groggily. "My darling. God, I've never, never..." She broke off and drew in a deep breath, exhaling through her mouth. Then she shifted her buttocks. They made a low squelch in the puddle of her cream. She managed a weak smile. "Told you I was messy. Sorry." Will chuckled. "Don't worry. I've never had such a good reaction before." Angie smiled contentedly. "Well, I've never had anybody take so much time over me before. It's always been kiss-kiss, bonk, roll over and sleep." She paused, inhaling and exhaling deeply again. "Phew. Thanks." "Don't mention it. Now, let me get you another drink." A glass of Bacardi later, Angela had come around enough to go through into the bathroom with Will, where he had run a hot bubble bath. They gently soaped and cleaned themselves off each other, relaxing in the candlelit tub. Whilst toweling each other down, Will got another erection, their lust flared and Angela made him cum in her mouth to save them both having to clean up again. Putting the quilt cover in the washing machine and stuffing the quilt itself into a bin bag for a visit to the launderette the next evening, they curled up naked on the settee in front of the fire, with another drink. They both fell asleep, clean, warm, slightly intoxicated and sexually satiated. At least for now. Angela woke first at quarter past midnight and half an hour later was in a taxi home. Will closed the front door after waving goodbye (it was still pouring with rain, although the wind had died down a little) and went back upstairs to put the quilt cover out to dry on the clothes horse. By one in the morning, He was in bed under a blanket, breathing in the faint aroma of Angela's perfume on his pillow. He wondered what the next day would be like at work as he drifted off to sleep, feeling happy in the knowledge that however pleasant his dreams may be, there was no way they could match the events of the past few hours.