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Rachel Doesn't Do 'Normal' Pt. 01

By: roganwriter



As always everyone in this story is over the age of 18. There are themes of rough sex, cheating and reluctance, so if this sort of thing offends you in any way, I'd advise you to read no further. 

Feedback and comments are always welcome. 

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A lot had changed in Rachel's life in the last four months. She'd met a guy named Aaron whilst speed dating with a friend. He was 24 and fairly cute, if a little geekier looking than her previous boyfriends, but they got along really well. 

Things developed quickly. He knew she was desperate to move out of her parent's house. So after only a month of dating, Rachel found herself moving into his flat in the city. It was a new and exciting adventure for her. 

Rachel had never, at the age of 21, really been in a proper grown up relationship before, so she was determined to give this one a go. Sure, it meant denying her bizarre and unusual urges which all seemed to revolve around older men, but she wanted to try and put those feelings to bed. It was about time she had a normal boyfriend who was her age. Because that was the right thing to do...wasn't it? 

He would buy her gifts, take her for meals, he treated her incredibly well. But nothing seemed to extinguish the nagging voices in the back of her mind. 

Whenever they'd be eating at a fancy restaurant, all she could think about was how big the old waiters cock was, the one who'd been eyeing her up ever since she'd walked in. 

After only a few weeks of being together, Aaron told her he loved her, but Rachel could never bring herself to say it back. Was that fair on him? Maybe not. It was hard though when everyone around her seemed so happy for her that she'd found a nice guy. Her mum was happy, her friends were happy, Aaron was very happy...but was she? 

All she could do was give it more time. Maybe those feelings would grow? She cared about him a lot, there was no doubting that. But having never said 'I love you' to anyone before, something inside her told her she would know when she was ready. It would be unfair so say it if she didn't truly feel it. All she had to do was keep her darker urges at bay, and it might turn out ok... 

Friday Night 9:45 p.m 

"Aaron is that you?" Rachel heard a loud clattering coming from the hall, followed by the sound of two men laughing. 

"Oh god look at the state of you!" Her boyfriend had clearly fallen over and was being helped to his feet by a man Rachel didn't recognise. 

"Baby, thish ish my boss Mr Steele." Aaron was slurring his words badly. 

"Please call me Hank." 

Rachel thought that Mr Steele was quite a fitting name. He looked a bit like Clint Eastwood in a weird way, tall and slender, with short white hair. His eyes were grey, a steely grey. Hank didn't look as worse for wear as her boyfriend did, but the rosy hint to his cheeks and the stagger in his walk, told her he had also had a skin full. Rachel shook his hand and ushered the pair of drunks through to the lounge. "I thought you said you were just going for a few drinks after work?" 

"Yeah a few...or ten. Could ya grab ush some beers babe?" 

"I think you've had enough." Rachel gave Aaron a stern look, but he waved her away. "Just one more won't...hic...hurt." 

"I'll have one for the road if it's on offer." Hank chipped in. 

Rachel noted that Hank hadn't stopped staring at her chest since he'd walked in. This kind of behaviour never came as a huge surprise to her. She was well aware that her huge, natural, 32FF tits, turned the heads of most men, both old and young, especially when they'd had a few beers in them. But there was something sinister about his staring, it was like he was mentally undressing her with his steely eyes, and unashamedly so. When she caught him looking he just winked and went back to checking out her body. 

Given her track history with old creepy men, Rachel couldn't help feel a little turned on by the constant leering. She wasn't arrogant but she knew she was very attractive, and that most men would kill to get close to her. Since meeting Aaron 4 months ago though, she'd been nothing but a good and faithful girlfriend. 

Her sex life was admittedly much more boring now, which was frustrating, but she cared about Aaron and didn't want to do anything to jeopardise their relationship. Still, that didn't stop her imagination from sinking back into the darker, dirtier, nastier places that had peppered her past, whenever she needed to relieve herself. Something which she found herself needing to do much more regularly these days, no thanks to her boyfriends limited stamina in the bedroom. 

She handed them the beers and went back to finish the washing up. The lounge and kitchen were open planned. Hank had seated himself so that he had a good view of Rachel as she washed up. She was still wearing her work clothes. A tightly fitted, navy blue satin blouse, which emphasised not only her incredibly large natural breasts, but also her toned and slender waist. Her cream coloured skirt was short, finishing a few inches above her knees. It too was figure hugging and made her juicy bottom look even more mouth-watering, especially to a dirty sex starved old man like Hank. 

Rachel's wavy blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. Hank watched in a trance like state, as it swished from side to side across her back as she vigorously scrubbed some pots and pans. 

She had no idea of just how much of a creep Aaron's boss was, although she was soon going to find out. Every day at work Hank passed by Aaron's desk, just to stare at the picture he had framed of Rachel on it. He couldn't believe that this dorky looking guy had snared such a drop dead gorgeous girl. Those hips, those tits, those lips and that face, the face of an angel. 

He got into the habit of taking the photo into his office, once everyone had left for the day, and masturbated furiously over it. His obsession with her was reaching fever pitch. Hank knew he had to meet her. So tonight he had purposely spiked Aaron's drinks, hoping that Rachel would be in when he carried her drunken boyfriend home. And boy was he not disappointed. She was even more stunning in the flesh. 

Rachel looked back over her shoulder. Aaron's head appeared to be falling forward before being snapped upright again, she could tell he was on the verge of passing out. Hank gave her another wink. 

A few minutes later, just as she had finished the last of the drying up, she sensed footsteps behind her. As she was about to turn, a pair of hands gripped her slender shoulders and began to roughly massage them. 

"Oh! What the?..." 

"You know I think your fella over there has fallen asleep. I could do with another beer though, why don't you have one with me?" 

Rachel tried in vain to squirm free from his grip, but he stepped forward pinning her against the counter top. 

"Mr Steele! Stop that!...you shouldn't be..." He really was a vile old man. His breath, which was right in her ear, stunk of cigarettes and booze. 

"Oh hush now sweetness. It's just a harmless shoulder rub. You looked tense that's all." 

That wasn't all though, because she could feel the hard bulge pressed firmly into her ass, which he began to slowly gyrate against her. 

"Let me go Mr Steele! Are you mad? My boyfriend is right there!" She tried again to feebly prize his strong fingers away but he wasn't budging. 

"So? What's he gonna do? And I told you to call me Hank." He breathed the words into her ear again, inhaling her sweet perfumed scent as he did so. It sent a shiver right down Rachel's spine. She'd been in this position numerous times before and knew full well were this was heading. Her body was reacting to the illicit scenario. Her nipples hardened against her will and she could feel a familiar wetness in her crotch, this was bad, very bad. 

"Ok! Ok! Let's have one beer and then you can be on your way." She knew this wasn't what he really wanted, but it was worth a try. 

"I'm not thirsty anymore. Tell me something Rachel, how does a guy like Aaron manage to get a girlfriend who's as sexy as you?" He ground into her again and Rachel had to bite her lip to stifle a groan of lust which she fought to repress. 

"Th...that's personal...you...you shouldn't." 

"You know this place of yours is nice but it's really rather small. I could give your worthless drunken mess of a fella over there a promotion. Then maybe you two lovebirds could find a nice big apartment? How does that sound?" 

Hank was delighted that she hadn't screamed the house down already. He'd been fully expecting to be slapped, kicked in the balls, and verbally assaulted by now, but Rachel was merely squirming and feebly trying to get free. 

"I'm not going to fuck you for a nicer apartment if that's what you are implying!" Rachel felt it was time to cut to the chase. The longer this went on the more worried she'd be that she might just give in to her base desires. 

"Whoa there! Hold your horse's missy. I'm not suggesting we fuck, but maybe we could... have a bit of fun? If you know what I mean." He leant forward and nibbled on her lower neck. 

"Fun for you maybe, but I doubt I'd enjoy it." She shot back in a harsh whisper. Even though her insides were screaming at her, that this was what she needed. 

"You've got the nicest tits I've ever seen. I just want to play with them for a bit, nothing else." 

"What!?! Are you CRAZY?" 

Before Rachel could stop him though, Hank's hands had slipped around her sides and mashed her breasts together, causing them to swell up obscenely inside her blouse. 

"HEY!" 

"Ssshhhh! There's a good girl. Oh god they feel incredible." Hank lifted and mauled them all over, savouring the feeling of the smooth satin material against her soft mounds of flesh. 

Rachel fought harder to remove his relentlessly groping hands, but every time she prized one away it was swiftly replaced with his other hand. Her body was betraying her like she knew it would. She couldn't stop a few groans from escaping her lips as she was roughly felt up. 

After about a minute of enduring her breasts being squeezed and manhandled until her nipples felt raw, she finally gathered her dwindling willpower. Knowing full well she couldn't match him for strength, she lifted her high heeled foot over his and stamped down on it. Hank yelped in pain and let go. 

"You need to leave! Right NOW!" She waved her finger at him defiantly but he just laughed. 

"Fine. You can tell your boy over there not to bother coming back to work." Hank knew he didn't have grounds to fire Aaron, in fact he was one of his best employee's but he had to try something. 

"That's not fair! You can't do that!" Rachel's fierce whisper was almost a snarl, as she curled her lip in anger. 

"Oh I can...and I will." 

There was a brief standoff where neither of them moved a muscle. Rachel was the first to break though. She slowly lowered her waving finger back to her side. Hank could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily. Her motions, or in this case the lack thereof, where enough of a green light for him to pounce. 

He moved swiftly grabbing her by the blouse and ripping it open. Fortunately for her it had poppers down the front, so at least she didn't lose all the buttons off of it, like she had the last time a man had forcefully ripped her top open. Hank didn't waste time admiring her pale violet coloured, lacy, half cup bra for long. He quickly scooped her tits free from each cup and immediately bent down and feasted on one, then the other. 

Her warm flesh was as smooth as silk. He was truly in seventh heaven as he sucked hungrily on each of her small, rock hard nipples. He then buried his face in between them and squashed her soft pillows of flesh around his head. 

Hank dragged his tongue from the cleft of her breasts, up over her collarbone and started kissing and nibbling on her taught neck. Rachel gasped and whimpered, unable to hold back the feelings of lust burning through her any longer. 

"Get on your knees!" His tone was firm and authoritarian and before she realised what she was doing Rachel had lowered herself to the floor and instinctively reached out and began tugging down his trousers. 

"Oh I knew you were a little slut from the moment I saw you. Suck my big dick like the whore you are!" 

Rachel was on autopilot now. She had repressed her cravings for this kind of treatment for so long now. Aaron only ever treated her like a princess, something which got boring very quickly. Just because of the way she looked, society placed her up on this pedestal. But all she ever truly wanted, was to be dragged down off that pedestal and ruthlessly fucked over it. Was it so wrong that she loved to be degraded? Maybe she was a slut? Maybe he was right. All she really knew was that dirty old men's cocks were her biggest weakness. 

After a few tugs his cock sprang free. It was longer and thicker than her boyfriends, something which made her pussy even wetter, as she imagined what it would feel like filling her up. It was an angry shade of purple and looked painfully hard, already leaking droplets of pre cum. 

Hank's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her tongue flick across his sensitive tip. He looked down into her beautiful blue eyes, and watched her exposed tits swaying beneath her as she moved. He knew he wasn't going to last long. 

So wanting to make the most of it, he grabbed Rachel's head firmly, and in one thrust, buried his full length into her throat. 

Rachel's eyes widened in shock and she gagged a little. Her expertise at deep throating, which she'd proudly gathered with much practise over the years, were tested to their limits. But she took it all in her stride. 

He was soon powerfully thrusting in and out of her mouth with unbridled enthusiasm. "Oh fuck yes! Oh god! Suck it baby! Suck my big dick!" 

Every time he entered her tight throat, Hank let out a deep grunt of lust. He watched in amazement as her plump pink lips formed a vacuum around his gnarled veiny shaft, sucking hard. It was almost as though she wanted to keep him there, deep in her throat. 

"UG! UG! UG! UG! UG!" The sound of Rachel's gags echoed around the tiny kitchen. 

Unfortunately for him it was over all too soon. He reached down and began to maul her tits all over, just as his cock began to twitch and his balls were primed to burst. "SHIT! FUCK YES!" 

He pulled his dick free of her mouth and began to wank it frantically. Seconds later a long jet of cum splashed across Rachel's face, covering one of her eyes and dripping down her cheek. The next shot plastered across her lips and she opened her mouth to take some onto her tongue. "UNGH! AH! FUCK!" Hank groaned as the last big rope of cum landed on her tits. 

He stared in wonder at the mess he'd made all over his employee's girlfriend's stunning face. He gave his cock a few final squeezes and slapped his wilting tool against her tits, marvelling at how they rippled with each slap. 

"I think you may have just saved your fella's job there my dear." 

"I thought you said you would give him a promotion?" Rachel wiped the sticky mess out of her eye and squinted up at the panting old pervert. 

"I think you should pop by my office one day this week, when the rest of the staff have gone home of course. Maybe we can discuss terms as far as a promotion goes then." 

Rachel angrily slapped his cock away from her face. "Fucking men! You're all the same!" The awoken devil inside her knew full well that she was going to be seeing him again though. Now she knew the size of this old man's cock, she knew she had to have it inside her. It was all she was going to think about for the next few days, that was for sure. 

She washed her face and chest with a dish cloth and straightened up her clothing, before walking Hank to the door. 

"See you Monday Aaron!" He called out to his unconscious staff member, with a hearty chuckle. 

Just as Rachel was about to close the door on him, he pulled her out into the hallway and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. She didn't kiss him back, but let him briefly thrust his tongue into her mouth before she eventually pushed him away. "And I'll see you later in the week." He grinned and smacked her ass hard, disappearing down the corridor before she could answer. 

Rachel stood there dumbstruck for a few seconds rubbing her lips, as the heat on her ass cheek began fading away. With an exasperated sigh, she walked back inside and closed the door. 

Rachel and Aaron had only been living in their new apartment for about three months. She had only ever met Arthur, the man in the flat opposite theirs, on a handful of occasions. 

Arthur was 55 and lived alone. He'd never married but he did have a 30 year old son from a previous relationship, who visited him about twice a year. Apart from that he rarely saw anyone. He was the epitome of a lonely old man. Seeing as he hardly ever went out, he'd let his appearance go to pot. He was very overweight, with bad skin and thin greasy grey hair. Hank may have been 10 years Arthur's senior, but he kept in reasonable shape and looked after himself. If you stood them side by side, you'd be convinced their ages were reversed. 

Rachel might have hardly ever seen him, but he saw her every day. From the first day she'd moved in, he'd taken every chance he had to perv on her. He knew her morning and evening routines, waiting eagerly by his front door's peep hole for a brief glimpse of the incredible blonde, leaving and returning home from work. His favourite was the weekends though. Rachel would go for long jogs in the mornings, and would often do stretches in the hall as she waited for the lift. She always looked sexy, but on these occasions she looked unbelievable, in her skin tight spandex running gear. 

To put it mildly, he'd become obsessed with her. Constantly playing with the bulge in his pants every time she walked by. His imagination had always been his best friend and he'd vividly concoct scenarios where she would get locked out of her flat and he would invite her in, then one thing led to another. He'd normally be cumming in his pants before his vivid imagination could even get much further than her peeling up her top. That was just how sexy this girl was. 

He rarely had the nerve to speak to her though, and the few times they had crossed paths in the hall, he would go bright red and shuffle off inside before he got an instant erection in front of her. 

This evening though something had happened which had shocked him to the very core. He lay awake going over the events in his mind all night, wondering how best to handle what he'd seen. 

It had started when he heard Aaron, or as he liked to call him, the lucky bastard, singing merrily out in the corridor. He went to have a look, hoping Rachel was with him, but saw he was being propped up instead by an older man, who he presumed must be his dad. 

Disappointed by only seeing her worthless partner and some old git, who in his mind was now equally as much of a lucky bastard, for getting to spend even a second in Rachel's ethereal company. 

About half an hour later he heard their door open once more and rushed back to his peep hole. This time what he saw made his jaw drop to the floor, and he very nearly shot his load right there and then in his instantly tented trousers. 

Rachel and the old guy had emerged from the flat, but just as she was about to shut the door on him, he had pulled her out into the hall, shoved her up against the wall and planted a passionate kiss upon her lips. 

Arthur watched in awe, his heart pounding in his chest, unable to believe what he was seeing. He was expecting her to push him away, to shout and scream and slap the man. Then maybe Arthur could rush to her aid like a knight in shining armour. Something for which he was sure, she would be eternally grateful for. That never happened though. For some unimaginable reason, she didn't fight him of. Even allowing him to grope her wonderfully peachy bum as he savaged her mouth with his own. Then the old git had the audacity to slap her bum hard and walk away, leaving the blonde beauty with a puzzled look upon her gorgeous face. 


Rachel Doesn't Do 'Normal' Pt. 01



Arthur stepped back from his door, blinking in disbelief. His hand was still massaging the bulge in his pants, as his brain tried to piece together what he'd just seen. 

Was his busty blonde bombshell of a neighbour really having an affair? But why? And why on earth would she be having one with a man who looked to be 3 times her age? Could it have been Aaron's father? Surely not. None of it made sense. No matter how he tried to fathom it, each outcome seemed preposterous. Was it a dare? Had her boyfriend put her up to it? Surely there wasn't any part of her that liked much older men...was there? 

Arthur couldn't eat or sleep that night. He rolled out of bed the following morning and began pacing up and down his flat, still going over the events in his mind. He made a strong cup of coffee and sat by the door waiting to hear the slightest noise from the flat opposite. 

He may not have slept, but he had managed to masturbate 3 times, something he hadn't done since he was a teenager, and now he was feeling a bit raw downstairs. 

At about 10:30 his wish came true, Rachel emerged from her flat dressed in her running gear. She was wearing a neon pink, cropped top, which not only displayed her heaving chest to an obscene degree, but also exposed her toned, flat, bronzed stomach in all its glory. She also had on a pair of black spandex leggings, which ended just below her knees, and a pair of pale pink trainers. Her hair was tied back and held in place by a matching neon pink headband. 

He'd spent the last few hours going over what he was going to say to her. He was a recluse most of the time, but that didn't mean he was a shy and timid man, like Rachel naively thought him to be, far from it in fact. The reason he didn't have many friends anymore was because he was so crude and outspoken. He'd just never showed this side to his neighbours yet. His infatuation with Rachel had been enough to silence him so far, but now that he had some sort of leverage, he was fully planning on exploiting it, what did he have to lose? 

Seeing her now though caused his resolve to crumble. Something about her alluring beauty always caused his mind to go blank. He could do nothing more than stare at her, until she was out of sight and the spell she'd unknowingly cast over him finally lifted. "Damn it!" He cursed under his breath as the elevator arrived, just as he was about to go out and confront her. 

Not wanting to waste any more opportunities he gave it half an hour and went and stood in the hall, pacing up and down until she got back. 

Rachel spent most of her jog thinking about the incident with Hank. How could she have let that happen? And why did she enjoy it so much? Was she ever going to be able to have a normal relationship? One where her past didn't always come back to haunt her? But then who was she to deny her body what it really wanted? Just because society would frown at her fetishes, didn't mean she should bow to their pressure. This was her life, so she should lead it as she saw fit. What Aaron didn't know wouldn't hurt him...but was that too selfish? Maybe she should break up with him? 

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and carried on through the park. The one thing she was sure of though, was that when she did let her demons out of their cage, and they were scrabbling at the lock as it was. They were bound to cause nothing but havoc, like they always did. 

As she passed by the large pond, she stopped at a bench to tie up her shoe lace. A little old man was sat in the centre of it reading his newspaper. 

"Morning." She said, flashing him a wide smile. 

"Good morning to you young lady." His eyes looked her up and down appreciatively. 

An old lady stood at the edge of the pond with her back to the pair of them, throwing bread into the water for the ducks. Rachel thought it was probably his wife. 

As she bent at the waist to tie her shoe, the old man was treated to a spectacular view of her deep cleavage. Her large breasts jostled together in the confines of her tight Lycra top. She caught him staring wide eyed at them. 

"You can touch them if you like." The demons had picked the lock and were making a dash for freedom. 

"What?!?" He replied in a harsh whisper. 

Rachel took his old bony hand and placed it under her heavy breast. "I said you can touch my tits if you like. I know you want to." 

He began to squeeze her right breast, ever so softly. His eyes darted back and forth between his wife and the young goddess in front of him, who for reasons unknown, was letting him grope her spectacular tits. 

Sensing no objection to his ever increasing pressure, he started to really maul and squash each of her breasts in turn, in his old arthritic hand. 

Rachel felt her nipples harden. They soon became visible through her tight spandex top. 

The old guy gulped down a mouthful of saliva which had pooled in his mouth, as he weighed and vigorously wobbled the soft globes of flesh which filled his trembling hand. 

Rachel couldn't pretend to tie her shoe any longer. "Hhmmpphhh! You dirty old man!" She stood up, leaving his hand clutching at mid-air. 

Her pretend frown switched to a glowing smile and she winked. "Have a nice day!" She called back as she set off jogging again. Loving the look of startled bemusement that played on his face. He was probably wondering if that just really happened.  

Back at her flat, Arthur was still pacing the halls. To his delight Aaron left his apartment dressed in a suit and wearing his sunglasses indoors. He looked to be suffering the effects from the night before. 

Arthur quickly pretended to be going into his flat, putting the key in the lock and turning it. "Good morning." He said cheerily, quite out of character for him, but this could turn out to be the best morning of his life and he knew it. 

"Er...is it? It sure doesn't feel that way." Was Aaron's groggy response. He was surprised, this was the first time his neighbour had ever engaged him in conversation before. 

"Had a few too many last night did you?" 

"Something like that yeah. Now I've got an hour's drive to get to a business meeting, which starts in..." He looked at his watch. "Oh great, half an hour! It was supposed to be my day off! Nobody should be called out to work on a Saturday, it should be made illegal." 

"Chin up son." Arthur gave him a nod and disappeared inside briefly, before returning to his pacing of the hallway once Aaron had left. 

A further fifteen minutes passed before Arthur heard the sound of the elevator moving and his heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to do this? The answer was obvious as soon as he saw Rachel stepping out if the lift with a light sheen of perspiration covering her flawless skin. 

For a man who hadn't even been close to a woman in nearly 10 years, the temptation to try was overpowering. A veil of lust clouded his mind, blocking out all thoughts of morality and consequence, all he knew now was desire and hunger. 

"Morning." Rachel gave him a nervous smile as she went to walk past her usually shy neighbour. Something about the look in his eye troubled her. 

"I know what you're up to." Arthur blurted the words out almost incoherently. 

"Pardon me?" 

"I said, I know what you are up to." He emphasised each word this time, letting his eyes wander up and down her perfect form. 

"I...er...don't know what you're talking about." She tried to move passed by him, but Arthur put his arm across her path, making her take a tentative step backwards towards the lift. 

"I saw you...last night...I know what you're up to..." He let the words linger in the air. 

"Saw me? Saw me when? What did you see me do?" Rachel had a horrible sinking feeling. Her stomach churned uncomfortably. 

"You're cheating on your boyfriend with that old bloke aren't you?" Arthur snarled the words at her. He was starting to enjoy himself now. He was the cat and she was the scared little mouse. 

Rachel took another step back. "Look I don't know what you think you saw, but you've got it all wrong." 

"Have I? So you weren't kissing that old fella out in the hall last night while your bloke was passed out drunk, probably only a few feet away? You got a thing for older men do you?" 

Rachel was getting backed into a corner. She could tell by how he was staring at her tits, exactly what this creep was hoping would happen here. 

"So you've been spying on me have you? I knew you were nothing but a dirty old pervert the moment I saw you!" 

Being called out on his spying shocked Arthur for a second but he didn't flinch. "I'd be nice to me If I were you young lady, or would you prefer me to have a word with your man about what I saw?" 

As he lay on the threats of blackmail thicker and thicker, Rachel could feel her insides beginning to tingle. He had no idea that the war inside her mind had already been won. The angel had been squashed under the devils pointed boot. What had happened in the park was proof of that. 

She'd been in a heightened state of sexual arousal ever since she'd let Hank fuck her face the night before. This fat ugly slob might be just the tonic to extinguish the fire that burnt in her loins. The more depraved the situation was, the more it seemed to turn her on. 

Rachel knew she had to play the innocent victim in this particular scenario. 

"What do you want?" Her voice was barely a whisper. 

"I'll show you shall I?" With that Arthur grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. She struggled to wriggle free but it was useless. He walked her back until she was pinned against the cold metallic elevator doors and leaned in for the kiss. 

Rachel snapped her head to the side to avoid his foul stinking mouth. Arthur just laughed at her and began to slobber wet kisses across her silky smooth cheek and down along her jaw. He twisted her head towards him and this time planted his lips over hers, mashing them roughly in a lustful embrace. "What's wrong? You were happy to kiss that old bastard last night?" 

"Fuck you!" She spat the words at him. As turned on as she was by her current situation, part of her now hated this fat ugly pig, for forcing himself on her. Her nipples had happened to sharp points and like they had been in the park, were once again visible through her pink Lycra top. It was a good job too that her leggings were black, otherwise she was sure she would also be revealing a damp spot spreading out from between her legs. 

"You're the one who's about to get fucked my dear!" Arthur resumed his assault on her mouth. She didn't kiss him back but allowed his tongue to probe her mouth deeply as he grunted and groaned happily. His hands wandered down from her waist and began massaging her incredible ass through the thin Lycra material, it felt fantastically smooth and soft to the touch. 

Arthur's cock was harder than it had ever been. He knew if he didn't use it soon, it was going to blow in his pants. 

He was desperate to see her tits first though. His hands left her ass and hooked up under her top. She had a sports bra on underneath and it took a few hefty tugs to get the tight fitting material up and over her tits. Eventually though they sprang into view. He was flabbergasted by just how perfect they were. So big and full, with hardly any sag, and so soft and pliable to the touch. He instantly began sucking on them like a hungry dog. Rachel moaned as he chewed on her sensitive nipples. "Hhhmm you like having your big tits sucked on don't you girlie?" Arthur teased. 

"We should...we should go inside. Someone might see." Rachel panted as he squashed her tits into his face once more. 

"Don't worry darling, your fella got called into work. Ain't nobody gonna interrupt us up here." 

Sensing he could blow at any second. He hurriedly flipped Rachel around and yanked, not only her leggings, but also her black cotton panties down around her ankles in one swift tug. He then freed his achingly hard cock from his trousers. 

"Time for your punishment, you cheating little whore!" Arthur was so eager, he failed in his first few attempts to shove his cock roughly inside of her. 

"Out of practise are we? I'm not surprised. I can't imagine any woman who wasn't blind, would willingly want to fuck you. You're a FAT pathetic old FUCK!" Rachel goaded his vain attempts at penetrating her. 

"Shut it you cunt!" He growled back. With a loud grunt of pleasure Arthur finally managed to bury his dick into her warm wet pussy with one hard thrust. It caused Rachel's knees to buckle, and she screamed loudly. 

"AH FUCK!" He cried out to the heavens. Her hot gripping snatch was massaging his meaty cock, and it felt beyond incredible. 

Rachel was pleasantly surprised by how thick his dick was. It was only average in length, maybe 6 inches or so, but what he lacked in length he certainly made up for in girth. 

He grunted happily as he began to plough her roughly from behind. 

Arthur was very out of practice. His pace was erratic and he couldn't find a fluid rhythm. Mostly down to the fact that he was just so overwhelmed at what he was doing. The sight in front of him was one he never in his wildest dreams thought he'd ever see. A busty blonde, 21 year old beauty, with a perfect hour glass figure was bouncing on his stubby old cock. He practically had tears in his eyes just looking at her. 

"Oh god yes! Damn you're tight! Take that dick! Take it all!" 

Rachel had begun to moan louder as his rhythm improved. "Fuck off you sad old bastard. Is this the only way you can get your rocks off? By forcing yourself on young girls?" She was determined to pretend at least, like she wasn't enjoying being roughly taken from behind by her old ugly neighbour. But her body was betraying her as per usual. She couldn't hold in the streams of moans and whimpers which escaped her lips. 

"Ha! Don't make me laugh. You asked for this. You're a cheating little whore. Parading around in your skimpy little skirts and tight fitting tops, just begging for a good fucking!" He slapped her tits a few times and pinched her nipples. 

"You're nothing but a stuck up cock teasing bitch! Now it's come back to bite you in the ass." With that he spanked her ass cheek hard, enjoying how her firm flesh rippled. Rachel screamed with the mixture of pleasure and pain. 

"AH! UNGH! AH! Shut up you old FUCK! I can hardly feel your pathetic excuse for a shrivelled dick anyway!" She was lying of course, he was stretching her out nicely, but she still hated him for his audacity. 

Arthur moved one hand to around her throat, with the other he pulled her head backwards by her ponytail. "You got a dirty mouth darling! Women in my day knew how to show some respect!" He wheezed the words into her ear. He was starting to sweat heavily, he hadn't had this much of a workout in a very long time and his breathing was becoming a struggle. 

His pace began to slow again, but Rachel wasn't having it, she was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. She started to pound herself backwards onto his dick with frantic need for relief. 

It was too much for Arthur to handle. He let go of her throat and hair and grabbed a hold of her wildly swaying tits. They filled his large hands, as he mashed them against her chest. 

That was the final kiss of death for Arthur though. The sensation of having her soft tits moulding through his splayed out fingers, was beyond his limit. His cock twitched and he began to bark out a series of expletives as his balls began to empty their hot sticky load into the stunning beauty. "AH! SHIT! FUCK! AH FUCK! OH YES! OH GOD YES!! UNGH! UNGH UNGH!! FFFUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!" 

Rachel felt her tight pussy walls get plastered by his cum. She was so close herself to her much needed climax. She tried in vain to thrust herself back onto him a few more times, desperate for the release her body craved, but he'd already started to soften. Within no time at all he had pulled himself out of her warm wet hole. 

"That was amazing...you...you were amazing." Arthur was panting heavily. The tears were about to return. 

Rachel's mood instantly switched to annoyance at her lack of an orgasm. She felt his cum dribble from her pussy and drip onto the cold hard hallway floor. She snatched up her leggings, snapping them back around her waist and pulled her top back down. She was so cross with herself and him that she didn't want to look at his ugly mug for a second longer. 

She turned away and marched towards her apartment without saying a word. 

"Going so soon are we? When will I see you next? Don't go thinking this is over missy." 

Quick as a flash Rachel turned on her heels, took a few purposeful strides towards him and slapped him around the face with all the strength she could muster. Her hand hurt with the force of it. 

Bright lights danced in Arthur's eyes for a few seconds, as he staggered backwards, clutching his cheek with shock. 

"Never again! Get that through your pig thick skull!" She yelled. 

Arthur rubbed his stinging face. He quickly regained his composure though. "It's not up for debate. If you don't want me telling your weedy little boyfriend what a slut the love of his life is, you will do as I say." 

She tried to slap him again, really seeing red now, but she missed and struck his shoulder. He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head as he pushed her up against the wall. His face was uncomfortably close to hers now and she could smell his wretched breath again. 

"This is what's gonna happen. You are going to pay me a visit once a week, after you finish work. Then maybe, just maybe, if you're good, I might just forget all about your little affair." 

Rachel wasn't in the mood now for playing along with his games. "I've got a better idea. How about you leave me and Aaron the fuck alone? Then maybe, just maybe, if you are good." She mocked his threat back at him. "I won't go to the police station right now and tell them about how my disgustingly fat old neighbour just raped me!" She regretted using that word the second she'd said it, but in that moment she just wanted to hurt him so bad. 

She could tell the mention of rape had its desired effect. His face lost its colour and he suddenly looked very concerned. "R...rape? But I...I didn't...you enjoyed it. I could tell you did..." 

His grip loosened on her wrists and he stepped back from her. "That's irrelevant. I'm a good actor, I can put on my best distressed victim performance. It will be Oscar worthy. Look at the evidence, your cum is still leaking into my panties as we speak." 

Arthur took another step back, he was beginning to shake. "B...b...but." 

"B...b...but what?" She snapped. "Look at you and look at me. Who do you think a jury would believe?" 

Arthur was looking around nervously now, he knew she was right. 

Rachel walked to her door and opened it. "I might not report you though, as long as you leave me the fuck alone!" She revelled in how distraught he looked, then slammed the door shut. 

Arthur had another sleepless night. He checked the hallway through his peephole constantly, thinking he heard noises outside, and fearing she would actually come to her senses and go to the police anyway. What had he done? How could he have been this stupid? He couldn't even get excited thinking about the memories of his encounter with her because now every time he did, he heard her voice in his head repeating the word "rape" over and over again. 

All through the next day he couldn't eat or even focus on anything. Had she told her boyfriend? Was he about to kick his door in at any second with a gang of his mates and beat him to death? He knew he would if the tables were reversed. 

At around midday on the Sunday he saw Rachel leave her flat. She raised her middle finger to his door as she passed. Arthur jumped back from the spyhole. She was probably just guessing he was watching, but she was right in any case. Where was she going? What did that finger mean? Had she decided to report him after all? 




Rachel Doesn't Do 'Normal' Pt. 01



His stomach was in knots throughout the day. But nobody came to arrest him and eventually he fell asleep in his armchair, waking sometime early on Monday morning with a crook in his neck. "Keep it together Arthur. It's going to be all right." 

Rachel had no intention of going to the police. She was angry at not having cum, and wanted to hurt him for his accurate presumptions about her. She knew by his reaction, that the threat of reporting him was going to be enough to make him keep his distance. As time went on though, she started to feel really guilty. Threatening him with prison was a bit harsh. 

Much to her annoyance, she'd spent the entire weekend in a state of pure sexual frustration. Her demons had come back to haunt her in a big way. The thrill of being taken and fucked by a strange man was something she craved. Her clit had been permanently swollen and her nipples constantly stiff ever since her encounters with Hank and Arthur. 

Aaron had been too tired from work all weekend to satiate her needs. She could have masturbated, but it was almost as if she enjoyed being this frustrated. In a way she was punishing herself for her bad behaviour, by not allowing her body the release it now desperately needed. 

Work on Monday was a nightmare. She could hardly concentrate on anything. She kept imagining how every man in the office would look naked, wondering how big their cocks were, and how they would feel being buried deeply inside her, as they took it in turns to roughly fuck her over her desk. Having got next to nothing done all morning, she nearly broke and was close to taking herself off to the toilets to frig her pussy until she creamed, but she remained strong. 

The worst thing was that Aaron had been sent on a business trip all week. It was as if Hank was doing it on purpose to keep them apart. He wouldn't be back until Friday. It was maddening how horny she'd become. Why did these old creeps have such an effect on her? It wasn't worth worrying about why, the fact was they did. 

She couldn't go on like this. She had to do something...or someone. 

Arthur jumped as he heard the 3 loud knocks on his door. Shaking from head to toe he crept towards the door and tried to look through the spyhole, but all he could see was black. 

He put the chain on the door and opened it a crack. "Who...who's there?" Then he saw her. 

Rachel had her finger pushed against the spyhole. 

"Let me in." 

Arthurs eyes widened in shock. "Are the p...police with you?" 

Rachel snorted with derision. "Just open the door you fat fuck." 

When he did he couldn't help letting his eyes wander over her gorgeous figure. She'd clearly come straight from work. She was wearing a very short, black pinstriped skirt. Her long legs were sheathed in black nylon, which he presumed were tights. He couldn't help licking his lips and gulping, as his eyes settled on her phenomenal tits. Her tight black satin blouse had the top 3 buttons undone, revealing not only a large amount of her heaving cleavage, but incredibly he could also see the edges of the black lace bra she had on underneath. It was by far the sexiest outfit he had ever seen her wear. 

"W...what do you w..." His brain turned to mush as he looked her in the face for the first time. She was wearing bright red lipstick which made her plump pouty lips look beyond sexy. Her bright blue eyes were also emphasised by some dark eye shadow and her normally long blonde hair was tied up into a tight bun, pinned in place by what looked like black chopsticks. 

He unlatched the chain without even thinking about what he was doing and stepped back, allowing her into his flat. 

She poked her slender finger into his tubby chest sharply. "You are going to do exactly as I say. Got it?" As she walked forwards, he staggered backwards until his calves collided with his armchair and he fell down onto it. 

"Get your wrinkly little cock out." She barked the order at him. 

"W...What?" 

"NOW!!" 

Arthur was in complete shock. Only once he'd wrestled his trousers down to his ankles, did he even become aware that he was fully erect. 

"You are going to sit there and not move a single muscle. Especially not the ones that operate that foul stinking mouth of yours! Understand?" 

Arthur nodded frantically. His heart was racing now. How was this happening? 

Rachel peeled up her skirt, leaving it bunched around her waist and slid her black lace thong to the floor. She flicked them off her foot and they landed next to Arthur on the arm of the chair. He didn't dare reach for them, as much as he wanted to sniff them. 

Arthurs cock twitched with excitement as he saw that she wasn't wearing tights like he had suspected. She had on the sexiest set of black stockings with a lace top and matching suspenders. His eyes focused on her pussy and he noticed her thin strip of blonde pubes which tapered off above it. A natural blonde eh? Wow. 

Rachel lowered herself into his lap. As much as she wanted to tease him, her body needed that thick cock inside her right now. 

She grabbed hold of his rigid flinching tool and lined him up with her tingling sex. With a deep groan of satisfaction she slid herself down his full length, right to the base, coming to rest in his lap. 

"HUH! HUH! Yes! Mmmmmm! That's good!" She purred. 

Arthur didn't dare move his hands to hold her waist this time. He let her do all the work. His mind still unable to comprehend how this was happening to him. 

She was soon bouncing up and down in his lap moaning with pleasure as his thick cock slid in and out of her sensitive sex. 

"Yeah you like fucking my tight little pussy don't you? You disgusting old pervert!" 

Arthur could only nod again. His whole body felt like it was on fire, but he didn't move an inch. His eyes were fixed on her huge bouncing breasts, which were threatening to spill out from her partially opened blouse. They were hypnotic. He felt like he was slipping into a trance as he gormlessly stared at them jiggling up and down on her chest. 

"UH! UH! UH! YES! FUCK ME!" Rachel was lost in her own world, concentrating on the slowly building sensations that were emanating out from her stretched out pussy. 

She stopped bouncing and began to grind herself hard against him, letting her clit rub against his thick matt of greying pubic hair. She giggled as a wave of pleasure rushed through her body. 

Arthur couldn't stop his hands from gripping her hips as she ground against him again and again. 

No sooner had he touched her though, she ripped his hands away. 

"I said don't move!" 

"S...sorry." He barely whispered the word, but it was greeted by another slap to the face from Rachel. This one was more playful than last time, but he still flinched backwards into the chair. 

"And I definitely remember saying no speaking!" Rachel picked up her thong from the arm of the chair and stuffed it into his mouth. 

"Ungh!" He grunted as he nearly choked on the delicate lacy garment. 

Rachel was delighting in how passive he had become. This was a distant shell of the man she had encountered in the hallway on Saturday. 

"Good boy." She patted him on the cheek, lightly this time and resumed thrusting her pelvis down into his lap as hard as she could. 

This continued for a few more minutes until Rachel was on the verge of the orgasm she had so desperately needed. Her face was flushed with colour and her body was beginning to glisten with sweat, as she impaled herself over and over on his thick veiny tool. 

Sensing how desperate he was to touch her, she moved his hands for him up onto her breasts. His eyes widened as his fingers instantly began to unbutton her blouse at long last. She shrugged it off and threw it behind her. 

Arthur straight away began to roughly massage her huge globes through her black half cup bra. Rachel reached back and unhooked it for him, allowing it to drop into his lap. 

"Squeeze those big tits! Yes! That's it! OH GOD YES!" 

His hands were slipping and sliding all over them, lifting them up and crushing them together. 

"FUCK YES! Pull my nipples you fat prick!" 

Arthur complied with delight, causing Rachel to arch her back and scream with pleasure. 

Her rhythm suddenly became frantic and she went back to grinding herself against him. She leant forward and smothered his podgy sweaty face with her tits. He tried his hardest to suck on them but it was difficult with a mouthful of her panties. He finally managed to latch his mouth over one of her stiff nipples, having pushed her thong into his cheek with his tongue. 

"Ungh ungh ungh! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh UH UH UH UH UH! Yes YYYEEEESSSS!!" Rachel's mouth opened into a silent scream as she thrashed about on his lap. Her pussy was sending waves of euphoric energy shooting through her entire body. All her muscles went into spasm, as the walls of her velvety snatch contracted around his invading member. Juices gushed from deep within her soaking her old neighbour's crotch. 

She gripped his head tightly, crushing his face into her soft tits as she rode out the incredible orgasm for what felt like an age, but time wasn't something she could even comprehend, not in that moment. Only when he pushed her back, coughing as gasping for air did she finally begin to come down from her high. 

"Huh...huh...oh god...oh shit." She was breathing heavily, still quivering on and off from tiny post orgasmic aftershocks. "I needed that." 

It only occurred to her that for some unknown reason Arthur hadn't even cum, once she'd stood up and saw his cock was still pointing straight up at her. She looked at it almost in confusion. Surely there was no way he had that sort of stamina? Did he? 

The truth was Arthur had been very close to it numerous times, but the shock of making such a beautiful girl cum, something which, until now he'd realised he'd never done to anyone before, at least he'd never experienced anything like that before, was so great that his brain had gone into meltdown. He just couldn't fathom any of it. 

Rachel looked as his painfully hard cock and laughed. This must be karma surely. She could be the one to leave him in a state of sexual frustration this time. 

"I'll be off then shall I?" 

"No no no! Please!" He begged. 

Fortunately for him though Rachel had never been able to walk away from a rock hard, thick cock before. They were just too much fun. She'd spent too long denying herself the pleasure she got from teasing and fucking poor unsuspecting old men. It was time she made up for it. 

"Fine but you won't be able to cum if you don't have any balls. Man the fuck up!" 

She turned and got down onto all fours on his dirty carpet. Resting her arms on the coffee table. Doggystyle had always been her favourite position. It was the one that made her feel the most like a slut. There was something so animalistic and primal about it. 

Arthur slid off the chair and onto his knees. "You asked for it!" He found his mark with his first thrust this time, and Rachel grunted with glee at the rough intrusion into her still very sensitive cunt. 

"I'll show you a real man!" With that Arthur started pounding her with every last drop of energy he had. There was a loud slapping noise every time his flabby belly collided with her firm peach of a bum. He held her tightly by her tiny waist and battered her with frantic enthusiasm, grunting as he went. 

Given their new found freedom to explore, his hands were working overtime now, squeezing and fondling every inch of skin they could. They roamed up her thighs, savouring the contrast between the lace of her stocking tops and the smooth skin above them. They pinched and needed their way all over her bouncing ass, as she encouraged him to slap it harder and harder. "That's it bitch! Scream!" 

He found his thumbs fitted nicely into the cute dimples she had on her lower back and he gripped her by her waist and proceeded to pull her back onto his pistoning cock. Then he let his hands wander up over her ribcage before his fingers brushed the undersides of her heavy swaying breasts. Not wanting this experience to ever stop, he stopped himself from taking hold of them, realising that would likely put him over the edge. Instead he held her bunched up skirt like a jockey holds a horses reigns and continued to pound away into her tight gripping hole, feeling like a man half his age. 

Rachel was wondering how she'd managed to go for over 4 months without this rough sort of treatment. She was finally being used like the slut that she was, and loving every second of hit. She arched her back towards him and squeaked with pleasure as his thrusts now grazed against her g-spot. Her long shiny red fingernails scratched the surface of the coffee table as another thunderous orgasm built closer to its climax. "Right there! Keep going! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" She pleaded. 

Arthur couldn't hold out any longer. He grabbed hold of her incredible tits and mauled them all over. He used them to pull her body into an upright position. Rachel's head came to rest over his shoulder and she panted and groaned to the ceiling. He now had a perfect view down her body and watched with amazement as his wrinkled old hands massaged the most perfect pair of tits imaginable. 

A few more thrusts and his balls burst open, thundering what felt like a gallon of cum into her tight young pussy. "AAAAHHHHHH YYEEESSSSS! Oh fuck...oh fuck." 

The second he went off inside her like a rocket, Rachel too was sent into orgasmic bliss. Her arms flailed out in front of her as her body was wracked with more waves of pure pleasure. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! I'M CUMMING! UH! HUH! HUH! UUUNNNNGGGHHHH!!" She then began to giggle as the endorphins addled her brain. 

She didn't even resist as Arthur gave her a sloppy but passionate kiss. She opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to briefly entwine with his. Rachel laughed properly when she opened her eyes and saw that her bright red lipstick had smeared across half his lower face, making him look a bit like the Joker from Batman. 

Arthur's tubby body was covered from head to toe in sweat. He was so exhausted he couldn't even move as Rachel stood up and began to dress herself. 

"You can keep those panties. I don't want them back after you've half chewed them to death." Arthur just looked up at her dumbly, all words evading him. 

Once she finished straightening out her clothes she suddenly switched to a more serious tone. "Right now here is what's gonna happen. If you ever want a repeat of what just went down you are going to do exactly as I say, no arguing. Firstly you are going to stay away from me and Aaron at all times. If you hear us in the hall then you walk the other way. Got it?" 

Arthur just nodded. 

"Secondly you are never going to say anything to anyone about me. What happened here, or what you saw the other day." Arthur nodded again. 

"Good. Lastly I am not going to be held by your rules. There won't be regular weekly visits. I am going to use you when and If I'm horny. Or let's face it desperate enough, for a filthy degrading fuck. It might be next week, it might be in six months. Ok?" 

"S...six months?" He looked up at the stunning beauty and wondered how on earth he'd ever be able to avoid her for six months, just on the promise that she might sleep with him again. But what choice did he have? Something told him it would be sooner rather than later anyway. She was an enigma to him, but clearly a very slutty one. 

"And I don't want to see your ugly face until then." With that she marched out of his apartment and slammed the door behind her. 

As the silence closed in around him, Arthur had to briefly question whether he had just dreamed all that. He looked down at his wilted cock, which was still smeared in a mixture of his cum and her juices, and a huge smile cracked his face.



Rachel Doesn't Do 'Normal' Pt. 02



As always every character in my stories are over the age of 18. There are themes of cheating and rough sex, so if that offends you, I suggest you may not want to read any further. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. I hope you enjoy. 

***** 

Rachel paced back and forth in her apartment with her face in her hands. It felt as though her life was spiralling out of control again and she was helpless to stop it. 

Aaron wouldn't be back for another 4 days and her sexual appetite had reached fever pitch. All the suppressed urges she'd fought to contain, had remerged with added vigour. It was as though a metaphorical Pandora's box had opened inside her and try as she might to close it, the lid remained firmly open. 

There was no way she was going to visit Arthur again though, not twice in two days. That fat slob of a man, definitely didn't deserve that kind of treatment. 

She sat on the sofa and thumbed through a magazine, but none of the words were sinking in. All her mind could focus on was where she could find another nice hard cock to sit on. She crossed and uncrossed her legs multiple times feeling agitated and fidgety. 

It crossed her mind to jump on a train and go back to her parent's house for the evening. There were plenty of men in her old neighbourhood who would kill for the chance to fuck her again. Just thinking about it was making her palms sweaty and her heart flutter. 

In an attempt at staying in control, Rachel walked to her bathroom and stared for a long time at her reflection in the mirror. "It doesn't have to be this way. I can change. I can be normal if I want to be. I'm stronger than this. I have a boyfriend now, it's not fair to cheat on him. Older men have no power over me." She defiantly whispered the words under her breath. 

By the time Wednesday rolled around though, her willpower had all but crumbled into dust. She was practically going out of her mind with sexual frustration. Was she a nymphomaniac? It certainly felt like she was addicted to sex. She'd never tried drugs, but the symptoms her body seemed to be experiencing, did seem incredibly similar to a description she read regarding drug withdrawal symptoms. 

It was so strange to her that she had managed to last for over 3 months without letting her base desires control her like this, now all of a sudden it was torture just getting through a few days. Maybe she needed therapy? Or at least someone who she could talk to about her abnormal urges. Or maybe she needed another...fix? 

No matter how much trouble it seemed to get her in, it didn't stop Rachel from dressing sexily. She was proud of her looks and her figure and liked the reaction she got from men of all ages when she walked into a room dressed to the nines. Just because men often couldn't control themselves around her, shouldn't mean she should stop dressing in a way that made her feel good about herself. 

The truth was Rachel would look drop dead gorgeous wearing a potato sack, but she wasn't arrogant enough to realise that. 

That morning she knew she was showing houses to a particularly difficult client, so she decided to dress in the sexiest outfit she could feasibly get away with for work. It normally did the trick, guys would be so focused on her, that she could put a form in front of them which agreed to sell their souls to the devil and they would sign it without looking. 

She pulled on the same pair of black lace topped stockings she had worn for Arthur the other day, this time though she clipped them onto a Ferrari red suspender belt, which had a matching set of red silk and lace panties and a half cup bra. She also slid into the same black pinstriped skirt that Arthur had fucked her in. It was the shortest and tightest one in her collection, so short in fact that it barely covered her lacy stocking tops. She knew she'd have to be careful at work how she sat down, so as not to give any of her male colleagues a free show, not that they would have complained mind you. 

Her suit jacket matched her skirt. It was tailored to slope in to her skinny waist, yet had enough room up top to encase and display her magnificent tits perfectly. It only had two buttons however and even with the top one done up, her red bra was still slightly on show (along with a good amount of her 32FF cleavage that it supported). This was definitely not appropriate for work. Feeling extra naughty though and not wanting to wear a shirt or a blouse underneath, she put on a skin tight, red satin, low cut vest top. It was an item she normally wore to bed as its spaghetti straps and lace trim across the bust made it look more like a sexy piece of negligée than something suitable for work. It would be fine though as long as she kept her jacket on. 

At the bottom of her wardrobe, Rachel found a pair of 4 inch black stilettoes and slipped them on. She tied her wavy blonde hair up into a loose messy bun, leaving a few strands of her fringe down to frame her beautiful face perfectly, then applied matching red lipstick and nail varnish, which finished the look off to perfection. A smile spread across her stunning face as she caught her reflection in the mirror, knowing full well how good she looked. 

Her walk to work didn't go unnoticed to say the least. Heads were turning, men were wolf whistling, cars were slowing down to get a better look, and some even beeped their horns in appreciation. This just made Rachel swing her hips in an even more exaggerated manner. She was such a tease, but didn't care in the slightest. 

Most of the men at work were used to seeing her dressed fairly sexily, but Rachel was pleased to see that a few more of them than usual, seemed to stop by her desk with bullshit excuses for reasons to chat to her this morning. Unfortunately it did make her even hornier than she already was. She kept imagining the shocked expression's on their faces, if she were to suggest that they nip into the staff toilets for a quick fuck. As frustrating as it was though, she fought hard to suppress her wanton needs. "Only a few more days till Aaron gets home. You can do this." Rachel muttered under her breath in an attempt at a pep talk. 

At 10:30 she left the office to meet with her difficult client. The traffic through London would likely be a nightmare, so she decided to take the train, seeing as the house she was showing was right next to a tube station. 

Rachel wasn't a huge fan of taking the tube. There were just so many people crammed into one tiny space, all jostling for a bit of breathing room in a muggy, claustrophobic tin can. On top of that, no matter how mild the day seemed to be on the surface, it always felt like an inferno underground. 

There were a few perks though, like the amount of attention she got from fellow passengers. The underground contained a perfect cross section of human life all crammed together in one place. Men of all ages, would appreciatively stare at her voluptuous physique. It made Rachel tingle inside knowing the effect she had on people. 

Some would just outright ogle her phenomenal 32FF tits, not caring whether she knew they were doing it or not. Others were much stealthier, they would peek over the tops of their newspapers, or out of the corners of their eyes when they thought she wasn't looking. Some would even use the reflection in the windows, to grab a sneaky glance her way. 

They would always start with a look, followed by a double take, then after that they would all find it nearly impossible to peel their eyes away, such was her overpowering natural beauty. 

Today was no different. In a city where everyone it seemed tried their best not to look at one another, let alone strike up conversation with a stranger. It was flattering for Rachel that she appeared to be the exception to the rule. 

The train was as busy as always. Rachel managed to squeeze past the doors and grab an overhanging bar to keep balance. 

As soon as the tube began to pull away from the platform, an old man who was sat in the chair closest to her, gestured for her to take his seat. 

Her attempts at a polite refusal were waved away. It was after all customary to give up your seat for older passengers, not the other way around. He seemed unable to take no for an answer, getting to his feet and insisting she sit down instead. 

Rachel smiled and thanked the kind man for his gallantry. Not yet aware that his motivations were far from gallant. 

The seat was at the end of the row and the man stood very close to her, leaning against a pole for support. 

It was so stiflingly hot that Rachel had undone the top button of her jacket. Her sexy figure hugging red satin vest top, was now mostly on show, but it was either that or sweat to death she thought. So it came as no surprise when she noticed the old guy was hovering over her, looking down her top, at her impressive cleavage. 

Normally she loved to tease old men, thriving off their hungry looks of pained lust, as their eyes devoured her luscious curves. But this was a bit public for her liking. 

She pretended not to notice, but he was being very obvious about it. 

Her breasts jiggled and bounced within the confines of her tight, low cut top, as the bumpy train clattered along the uneven tracks. 

Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the man had moved his hand to his crotch. He was subtly stroking his clearly swollen cock through his tatty suit trousers. 

Blood rushed to Rachel's cheeks. This was so embarrassing, yet oddly thrilling at the same time. The fact that she could drive a man to that level of frustration so quickly and in such a public environment, made her insides melt. She scanned the other passengers faces, but everyone else seemed to be looking everywhere except in her direction now. 

Rachel didn't know what to do. It occurred to her that if something like this had happened only a few short years ago, she would have been disgusted by this sort of perverted behaviour, but after going through what she had been through since then, combined with the events of this past week, she couldn't stop herself becoming incredibly aroused by the whole situation. 

Luckily she didn't have to worry for long. Lot's more people piled on at the next station and the man stopped playing with himself. He continued to stare at her chest though, seemingly hypnotised by how her breasts gently bounced whenever there was a bump in the tracks. 

Rachel tried to remain composed. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene, so she pretended as though she was unaware of the old man's blatant lecherous behaviour. Her body was betraying her as per usual though. Her nipples began to harden and she squirmed in her seat as a tingling sensation radiated out from her dampening sex. Feeling suddenly light headed, she fanned her face with her hand to try and cool down. 

At the next stop even more people squeezed into the already crowded tube. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief as the old man was swallowed by the crowd. As much as she was beginning to enjoy his attention, she was determined to stop the dangerous cycle which threatened to take over her life again. 

Rachel noticed a little old lady was standing by the doors so she offered her seat to her. "Thank you my dear, you are sweet." She said with a smile as she sat down. 

At the next station, she and about 10 other passengers had to get out onto the platform to allow a few people to get off the train. She was one of the last people back on before the doors shut. Rachel now found herself closer to the door, surrounded by a wall of broad men's backs penning her in on all sides. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being ogled anymore, she thought at she reached for the overhanging bar to steady her balance, as the train moved off again. 

Standing there, her mind travelled back to her job. There were still eight stops left before her station. She couldn't wait to get away from this unpleasantly humid sweat box. Why did people even use Saunas? They could spend a few hours riding around on the tube, it would be a lot cheaper. 

Her thoughts quickly turned into daydreams and she imagined herself diving into a cold swimming pool on a warm summer's day. 

The feeling of fingertips gently brushing against her ass snapped Rachel out of her dream like state. At first she didn't think anything of it, seeing as so any people were crammed together like sardines, the odd bit of body contact was inevitable. 

Only when it happened again soon after, this time with slightly more pressure behind the nudge, did she start to twig that it might not have been an accident. 

She might have lost sight of the old man, but not once had he lost sight of her. As soon as Rachel had re-entered the train after the last stop, he managed to shuffle into place directly behind her. He hadn't seen such an intoxicatingly beautiful girl like her in many a long year. The temptation to touch her was overwhelming. With a trembling hand he nudged her deliciously soft ass again. 

Who was behind her? Was it the old pervert from before? Rachel went to crane her head to look back, but something inside stopped her. It probably was him, but part of her found it even more of a turn on to imagine that it could be anyone. Maybe it was another random stranger, eager to get a feel of her phenomenal curves. 

The man was using his arm as a dead weight. Letting it bump against her in rhythm with the movements of the train. If she did begin to kick up a fuss, at least this way he could plead ignorance. But amazingly she wasn't reacting at all. 

Growing in confidence by the second, he turned his hand over, so it was now his palm which was making contact with her juicy peach of a bum. 

At the next station, he froze as the doors opened but nobody got on or off and the tube was soon underway again. 

The man couldn't believe what he was being allowed to get away with. The longer Rachel didn't react to his now fairly obvious groping, the bolder he became. 

Rachel scanned the train but it was clear that no other passengers had a clear sight of what was going on. 

She audibly sighed when the man suddenly stopped nudging his hand against her and took hold of her pert ass cheek for the first time. Firstly stroking, then pinching it gently. 

The old man felt his achingly hard cock twitch in his trousers as he squeezed the stunning blonde's incredible bum. "Oh my god." He muttered under his breath. 

Determined to cling onto her dwindling will power, Rachel moved her own hand behind her, in an attempt to push his hand away. It worked briefly, but he was so lost in lust now that he switched his focus and began to lightly stroke the outside of her nylon clad thigh. 

He then began to squeeze her firm youthful skin with relish. She could feel him trying to worm his fingers up and under her tight skirt and she heard him gasp as he realised she was wearing stockings. Again Rachel managed to push his hand away, but she was fighting a losing battle, with him and with her own self-control. 

She was still holding onto the bar above for support, so her vain attempts at fending off both of his roaming hand's with just one of her own was becoming pointless. Something about being groped in such a public place by a complete stranger was an unbelievable thrill. Goosebumps began spreading over her entire body and a shiver ran down her spine as he took a firm hold of her ass again. 

"Oh my, oh yes, oh you beautiful thing you." The man was quietly mumbling under his breath, as he mauled her pert bottom with feverish enthusiasm. The train pulled into another platform but their carriage was too full for anyone to board. 

Rachel knew she could have turned around and slapped him at any point. She could easily have moved away through the crowd. Heck, she could have got off at the last stop and waited for the next tube. But for reasons beyond the old timer's comprehension, not only had she done none of these things, now it seemed she'd stopped resisting all together. 

He wasn't going to waste this gift from the heavens that was for sure. His cock throbbed painfully, but he dared not touch it for fear that he would explode in his trousers. Shaking with excitement he reached around her inner thigh and slid his hand up her skirt to fondle her stocking top once more. Rachel instinctively snapped her legs together, trapping his old calloused hand in place. She squirmed as he roughly groped her sensitive flesh. 

"Oooo you are a naughty one!" He whispered in her ear. 

As his hand crept higher and higher, Rachel could feel her skirt getting pulled up with it. She tried in vain to wrestle it back down, but her futile efforts crumbled as she felt his fingertips begin to massage her yearning pussy through the crotch of her sodden satin panties. 

"Huh! Hhmmpphh!" Rachel exhaled sharply through her nose. Her knees were turning to jelly and she instinctively squatted slightly lower in an attempt to push his fingers more firmly against her. 

The train suddenly lurched violently. The old man was thrown off balance, staggering forwards and bumping into Rachel. She had to stifle a groan as she felt his crotch thrust against her ass. He wasn't quite so subtle, letting out a deep grunt of lust, which he quickly turned into a cough to avoid drawing attention from other passengers. 

"My apologies young lady." He whispered the words so only she could hear. "Mmmm that feels good. You like to tease don't you?" Rachel's nodded response was almost imperceptible, but it excited the old man beyond belief. "That's what I thought. Fuck you're driving me crazy." He inhaled deeply, letting the light floral fragrance of her perfume fill his nostrils. His mouth suddenly latched onto her sensitive earlobe. Rachel gasped as he started to suck on it hungrily. 

Consumed by lust he started to slowly dry hump against her. She could feel his thick member sliding up and down the cleft of her juicy ass cheeks. Rachel couldn't help but push herself back into him. The illicit scenario was driving her wild. 

She looked down to see his hands fumbling to undo the last button on her suit jacket. He had thick fingers which were deeply lined, so he must be fairly old. Deep down she knew it was most likely the man who was ogling her earlier, which was exciting, but it was still thrilling to think that it could be another random stranger too. The not knowing was all part of the fun. 

He finally achieved his task and her jacket fell open. 

They both froze as the tube stopped once more, fortunately nobody got on or off and they were soon thundering down the tracks again. 

The old man wasted little time in finding his short sharp thrusting rhythm. His hands slipped up her firm toned waist until they reached the undersides of her jiggling breasts. "Oh god." He moaned, moving them higher to cup her mouth-watering globes for the first time. "Oh my days." He let his hands roam all over her incredible satin covered tits, getting a proper sense of their full size and shape. "Holy shit!" He grunted as he finally started squeezing them roughly in his old arthritic hands. 

Rachel watched him feverishly maul her sensitive breasts with all his strength. She was struggling to control her breathing in the humid muggy air, and try as she might she couldn't stop a few gasps escaping her lips as he thumbed her stiff nipples through her tight satin top. 

His chin was resting on her shoulder, as he too watched his hands squeezing her huge perfect tits, completely in awe of what he was witnessing. Rachel had to look up at the ceiling to stop herself snatching a quick peek at his face. She didn't want to know. 

What she did know was that in that moment she wanted to be fucked...badly. There was no way she could last until Aaron got home. Her motivational pep talks in the mirror had failed her. This was something that was part of who she was. There was just no fighting it any longer. 




Rachel Doesn't Do 'Normal' Pt. 02



Rachel wondered for a maddening second whether or not the old boy had it in him to lift up her skirt and fuck her there and then. There was no way she would be able to deny him, no matter how public a place they were in. She was so horny that she would have let the entire train watch her get fucked if it led to the satisfaction she now craved. 

Unfortunately she didn't have much time to savour that thought. 

"Uh! Huh! Ummm! Fuck! Oh no! Oh shit!" The old perv started bucking erratically against her. He thrust a hand down the inside of her top grabbing a firm hold of her naked left breast, crushing it in his fist. 

She knew he was done for. 

The old guy buried his face into her neck to stop from screaming with pleasure as his cock erupted in his trousers. 

"Ahhhh oh yeah. You lovely little tease you. Fuck yeah." He mumbled. 

Rachel allowed him to slip his other hand down her top. The old boy continued to jiggle and squeeze both her tits as he pumped the last few drops into his sodden pants. 

She looked around nervously but was relieved to see that she was still being shielded from the other passenger's eyes. 

The man soon untangled himself from her. She swiftly set about sorting out her top and doing up her jacket just as the train pulled into another station. A small wet patch was seeping into her skirt, she gave it a few rubs to try and dry it off but it didn't work. 

The old man took one final longing look at her before stepping backwards onto the platform without a word. Rachel hadn't even realised he had left the train until the doors had closed and it was under way again. 

It was good in a way because now she would definitely never know his true identity. If he'd stayed until her stop she'd have probably been unable to resist looking at him. 

She fanned herself with her hand again. It was fairly useless though, she was so over excited now that her face remained permanently flushed. 

Soon after, she arrived at her stop. Rachel raced up the escalators and stood at the top for a good while, drinking in the cool breeze. "Get it together girl. I've got to make this sale." 

Five minutes after meeting the client though, the sale had fallen through. His curmudgeonly wife had shown up as well. Apparently she didn't take too kindly to Rachel chewing her lip and frequently staring longingly at her husband's crotch, during their conversation. "Come on Howard! WE'RE LEAVING!" She dragged her rather confused looking husband away and down the street. 

Truth be told Rachel hadn't even realised she was doing it. On the tube ride home she seriously contemplated booking an appointment with a therapist. If her libido was now affecting her work then something had to be done. It wasn't healthy, she wanted to be normal like her other friends. Maybe she really did need help? 

Her boss didn't take the news of her complete failure well. Rachel couldn't help thinking he'd be a hell of a lot angrier if that crabby old bat complained to him about why she'd had to drag her husband away from the house viewing. "I was banking on you today Rachel. Our figures aren't good of late." 

"Sorry sir. I'll complete on the next one." 

"Yeah but the next one won't be looking at houses in the 3 to 4 million bracket most likely. That was a big fish you let slip. I trusted you because you are normally so reliable with these types." 

"I'm really sorry..." Her boss turned and left, shaking his head as he went. Rachel wasn't used to being told off and she felt a wave of emotion wash over her. Her bottom lip began to tremble and she had to try hard to stop herself from crying. 

It soon passed, but her mood stayed sour. She sulked at her desk until lunchtime, unable to focus on anything. Deep down she knew there was only one way this crappy day was going to get any brighter, but how could she get what she needed? And with who? 

As she tucked into her ham sandwich a thought occurred to her. If Arthur was out of the question for the time being and she wasn't prepared to sleep with any of her work colleagues, then that just left one man in the local vicinity who she was sure would be eager to fulfil her every depraved desire. 

That man was Aaron's boss, Hank Steele. There was something about his authoritarian demeanour that really turned her on. The way he'd grabbed her and forcefully fucked her throat on their first meeting. Yes, he might well be up to the job. Besides he'd already offered to show her around his office sometime this week. If anything it was all too easy. Surely she could turn the tables and use him to get what she needed this time. 

Had it really come to this though? Was she honestly considering going to her boyfriend's place of work, while he was away on business, just to satisfy her perverse carnal cravings? Rachel already knew the answer. 

After debating it a while longer, she eventually formed a plan and summoned up the courage to call Aaron's work number. A female voice answered the phone. "MLH advertising, how may I direct your call?" 

"Hi could I speak to Mr Steele please." Rachel's heart was beginning to beat rapidly. This was so wrong of her, but that was what made it such a huge turn on. 

"Can I ask who's calling?" 

"Yes my name is... Kelly Rodgers. He called me earlier about a job opportunity and I'm just responding to his call." She didn't want to use her real name, plus there was something more illicit and fun about creating a fake identity. 

"Hang on one moment, I'll just check if he is available." There was a long pause before the woman's voice returned. 

"I'm sorry miss but Mr Steele doesn't recall speaking to a Kelly Rodgers about any job opportunities." 

Rachel's heart skipped a beat, she had to think on her feet. "That's strange I had a long conversation with him on Friday evening. He said I should call him again in the week to discuss a meeting." 

"I can try him again if you like?" Came the woman's timid reply. Rachel assumed that he was the sort of boss who didn't like to be messed around, this woman sounded like she was scared of interrupting him again. 

"Yes please if you don't mind." 

"Hold please." This time the wait wasn't half as long. 

"I'm patching you through." 

"Thanks." Rachel knew that mentioning Friday evening must have peaked his interest. 

"Hello?" Came the gruff male voice from the other end of the line. 

"Hi there." Butterflies filled Rachel's stomach. 

"Who is this?" His tone was curious now. He hoped he knew who it was. 

"You said you'd show me around your office sometime this week. I'd like to take you up on your offer." 

"Rachel? Is that you?" His voice changed to an excited whisper. 

"Are you free this evening? 6 o'clock shall we say?" 

"Seriously? Oh shit...um...ok we could do 6. I'll have to move a few things around...but...but yes absolutely I'd love to...show you around." 

"Excellent. See you later then." She purred the words down the line. Then hung up the phone before he could even say his goodbyes. 

Hank sat there in stunned silence staring at the clock on the wall. Holy shit! Was that really Rachel? My god, was she really going to come by? Or was she just teasing him as a punishment for what he did the other night? 

He quickly came to the conclusion that the latter was the most likely scenario, but he still kept looking at the clock every other minute or so throughout the day, willing it to speed up. 

It was five minutes to six when Rachel arrived at the MLH advertising building. She'd driven there, not wanting to risk another eventful tube journey. 

With a feeling of nervous excitement, she confidently strode across the impressive marble foyer to the reception desk. 

"Hi, Kelly Rodgers. I have a 6 o'clock meeting with Mr Steele." 

"Certainly Miss Rodgers. Just head over to the elevator, his office is on the 6th floor. I'll let him know you've arrived." Rachel was sure this was the same woman she'd spoken to earlier. She was petite but rather plain looking. Even she couldn't resist checking out Rachel's incredible physique with envious awe, as she walked away towards the lift. 

Rachel pressed for the top floor and when the lift doors closed, she opened her bag and used the mirrored walls of the elevator to top up her bright red lipstick. She looked staggeringly sexy. 

For some reason she had naively assumed that the office would be empty by now, being that it was after work hours, but unfortunately when the lift doors opened, Rachel saw there were still a few people dotted around at their cubicles. Nobody had looked up yet though, so she immediately started walking quickly along the central aisle to the large oak doors at the other side of the room, which she hoped led to Mr Steele's office. 

As soon as her heels began clicking along on the hard wood floor, a few of the employees did look up. A look which was followed by a double take, before finally they just stared longingly in her direction. She noted with pride that their mouths were slowly opening, as their heads all turned in unison as she passed by. Rachel felt a ripple of excitement course through her. 

Aaron had never introduced her to any of his colleagues, except for his boss. So she wasn't worried about being recognised. Fortunately for her, it wasn't her face they were all staring at. Her breasts were jiggling rhythmically upon her chest as she strutted with confidence towards the door. Some of the guy's heads were even subconsciously bouncing along in sync with them, which made Rachel chuckle. 

As she reached the oak doors, she was relieved to see Mr Steele's name plaque emblazoned on it. She knocked and nervously waited to be invited in. 

"It's open." Came a loud voice from inside. 

Rachel was surprised how modern the interior to his office was. Large pieces of modern art, along with framed posters from advertising campaigns the company had worked on, adorned the walls. There was a lot of chrome and glass. In fact the entire back wall was one huge window, which had an incredible view over the city. The only thing in the room that looked old and antique was the large Victorian, dark wood desk in the centre of the room. Saying that, the man sat behind it was pretty old too. 

"Well well well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" 

A compliment Rachel was unable to return. She'd assumed his rosy complexion had been the result of having been drunk the other night, but he looked the same now as he did then. His large bulbous red nose, was a tell telltale sign of someone who enjoyed a drink, probably more than they should. Little did she know that he'd had a fair few whiskeys to calm his nerves before she'd arrived. 

He was more handsome than Arthur of course, but few people were less attractive than that ugly pig of a man. However he looked a bit older and frailer than he had in her apartment the other night, possibly due to his office's harsh lighting. Still his piercing eyes and his slight resemblance to Clint Eastwood, gave him an air of authority which made her knees weaken. 

Hank was stroking the loose skin around his chin, as his steely grey eyes roamed up and down the voluptuous blonde's incredible body. 

Rachel could feel her insides melting under the intensity of his scrutinizing gaze, but she was determined to remain calm and in charge. 

"Hello again Mr Steele. You did say I should pop by this week, so here I am." 

"Here you most certainly are. God let me have a look at you." He stood up and walked towards her. Rachel noticed that he already had a rather large bulge straining the material of his suit trousers. Maybe he'd been getting warmed up without her? The truth was Hank had struggled to keep it down all afternoon. 

She offered him her hand which he bent and kissed. "Damn you look good enough to eat." He spun her around, savouring every angle of the sexy outfit she was wearing. "Are you sure you don't want a job? I'd hire you as my personal assistant in a heartbeat." 

"No thanks, I have a job." 

"So you want a tour of the office do you?" 

"Not really." Rachel's eyes narrowed teasingly. 

"I see so, you came by just to see me did you? And dressed like a slutty secretary. You know you could give an old man the wrong impression if you aren't careful." Hank couldn't believe his luck, he thought he'd never see Rachel again after their encounter the other night. This was too good to be true. 

"You hinted the other night that you would be willing to offer Aaron a pay rise. I'm here to negotiate terms." Hank's eyes widened in excitement. 

"Shall we sit down?" 

"Yes of course." Hank went and sat back at his desk in his large leather chair. He had expected Rachel to take the seat opposite, but she came round to his side of the desk and perched on the edge of it. 

She crossed her legs knowingly slowly. Hank gulped as her short skirt rode up at the side, revealing not only the top of one of her lace trimmed black stockings, but also a red clip from one of her suspender straps. 

"So how much will Aaron's pay increase by when he gets this new promotion?" 

"Uh, well um, let's see, the...err." Hank was clearly flustered, he was fumbling with his crotch as his eyes darted back and forth between her face, her tits and her thigh. "The...err...usual rate is a...err... a 10% increase..." 

"10%? I can't see us affording a new apartment like you suggested we could, with a measly 10%! No, no, no, that won't do at all." She chewed her lip, whilst playfully running a finger across the top of her breast. 

"Well then...what did you have in mind?" 

"I'll show you." Rachel smoothly slipped down onto her knees and crawled between the old man's legs. He groaned as she raked her long sharp nails up along his thighs and began to unbuckle his belt. Maintaining eye contact the entire time with the now visibly shaking Mr Steele. 

"Oh shit. I think I'm gonna like your negotiating skills." 

"I bet you are." With that she tugged open his fly and pulled his cock free. It was a good 8 inches long and nicely thick. She spat onto it and wrapped her dainty fist around his swollen pulsing tool. 

"OH CHRIST!" Hank gripped the arm rests of his chair with all his strength as Rachel slowly began to pump his cock in her hand. 

She moved her head closer, her eyes now worshipfully fixed on his pre cum leaking cock. Her warm breath so close to his engorged member, sent shivers down his spine. "D...did I say 10? I...I meant 15%" 

"Oh I think we can go higher than that can't we?" With that she flicked out her tongue, loving how his cock flexed and throbbed in her hand, as she licked the underside of his sensitive tip. 

"You want me to suck your big fat cock don't you Mr Steele?" Hank nodded enthusiastically. "Then up your offer." She dragged her tongue up along his shaft from the base right to the tip, which she kissed teasingly. 

"T...t...t...twenty percent!" 

"Hhhmmm that will do...for now." Rachel enveloped the head of his dick with her mouth, forming a tight seal with her lips. She swirled her tongue in circles around it, savouring the salty taste of his pre cum. 

Hank's breathing became more stuttered and haphazard as inch by inch, she took him further and further into her mouth. His fingers were becoming white, he was gripping the chair so hard. "Oh yes! You beautiful girl you. That's it baby! Oh my goodness!" 

He banged his fists against the arms of the chair and bellowed with delight as Rachel managed to work his whole length into her tight warm throat. She locked eyes with him, her bright blue into his cold grey, as she reached the base of his dick. His eyes then rolled back in his head. He was the picture of pained lust, a sight she could never tire of. His shaft was smeared with her bright red lipstick as sucked her way back up to his circumcised tip. 

She soon acquired a slow but steady rhythm. Her hand pumped the base while her mouth worked the first 4 inches in and out of her mouth. Miraculously Hank started to relax into it. The shock was subsiding and he was now just beginning to fully enjoy the most incredibly erotic display his eyes had ever witnessed. 

Every time he tried to quicken up proceedings by thrusting upwards to meet her mouth, Rachel would stop and shake her head at him. The same also happened if he tried to hold her head down, she would bat his hands away and tut teasingly. It was starting to irritate the man who was so used to getting his own way all of the time. He liked to be the one in control. 

Without Rachel realising what he was doing, Hank turned on his laptop and went onto Skype. "I'll show you who'd boss." He whispered. 

He was due to have a conference call with Aaron later on that evening, to see how his meetings were coming along, but the urge to call him now was becoming too great. 

Rachel nearly choked when she heard her boyfriend's voice saying hello. She released Hank's cock, and stared up at the old man fearfully. 

Edging backwards slowly, she retreated into the darkness underneath the desk, thinking for one maddening second that Aaron had just entered the room. 

"Hi Aaron, I'm just checking in. Have you had much success?" 

"Hi sir. I was just writing up some reports to email over to you actually. I wasn't expecting your call so soon." Came her boyfriend's chirpy reply. "I've been doing a lot of networking and I think I've made some really valuable connections actually." 

"That's great to hear. Yes sorry to call you so early but I've made plans for this evening you see." 

"Not a problem sir." 

Rachel finally clicked that they were having a conference call. She breathed a sigh of relief. Her anger at Mr Steele for calling Aaron in the middle of her giving him a blowjob, quickly subsided and was replaced by a burning horniness as she listened to her oblivious boyfriend happily chat away about work. So the old bastard wants to play games does he? 

"As I was saying three companies so far have seemed very keen on our campaign ideas for their product. I've already arranged second meetings with all of them tomorrow." 

Rachel crawled back into place and reached for Hank's cock once more. 

"G...good." Hank smiled inwardly, as he felt Rachel begin to devour his hard cock once more. But he was stunned when she suddenly plunged her mouth down around it and began rapidly forcing him in and out of her throat. "GREAT! I mean that's g...great!" 

"I'm so glad you are pleased sir!" Aaron was beaming, he'd never heard his boss be this enthusiastic about any of his work in the past. 

"That it fan...fucking...tastic! That really is. K...keep going. I mean keep up the good work!" 

Rachel was turned on beyond belief. She slid her hand into her soaking wet panties and began to vigorously rub her engorged clit. This made her hum with pleasure around his now upwardly thrusting cock. She even allowed Hank to hold her head down in his lap as he fucked her face with increasing force. 

"UG! UG! UG! UG! UG! UG! UG!" She couldn't stop from gagging slightly, every time he buried himself in her tight throat. 

"Thank you sir that means a lot. What is that weird noise by the way?" 

"Weird noise? I'm not hearing it, must be on your end." He had to let Rachel's head go or he was going to shoot his load before he was ready. She then dipped her head down and started to suck hungrily on his hairy swollen balls. 

"Wonderful! That is wonderful...news that is. I think it's about time we considered you for a promotion young lad!" Hank moaned with pleasure, which he then covered with a cough. 

"Sir! I don't know what to say. Thank you, thank you so much. I can't wait to tell Rachel!" Rachel got a huge thrill from hearing her boyfriend mention her name, while her mouth was full of one of his boss's large testicles. She starting sucking on each one in turn, releasing them from her mouth with a loud pop, while her fist resumed pumping his hard veiny shaft. 




Rachel Doesn't Do 'Normal' Pt. 02



"Quite the woman that girlfriend of yours. A true beauty if ever I s...saw one. You're one lucky man Aaron." 

"Don't I know it!" He replied proudly. 

"Well I better go. We'll t...talk tomorrow." Hank was happy he was able to talk at all right now, so incredible were the sensations rippling through his body as he spoke. 

"Speak to you later sir." 

With that Hank slammed the laptop closed. He stood up and backed Rachel's kneeling body up against his desk. Her neck dug uncomfortably into the hard wooden lip. As she brought her hands up to push him back, he grabbed them and pinned them over her head. 

His hips were a frantic blur as he rammed his dick back into her mouth once more. He hammered himself into her throat with every drop of energy he had. All too quickly though he sensed he was about to cum, and wanting this experience to last as long as he could, Hank withdrew his cock and slapped it hard but playfully against her bright red puckered lips. 

"You bastard." She hissed. More annoyed at that moment at having her hands pinned, than him calling Aaron. She had worked herself up into quite a frenzy and was now being prevented from bringing herself off. 

"I couldn't resist telling your man the good news." An evil grin cracked his lips and Rachel wished she could slap it away. 

"We still need to work on the terms however." He gloated. "And I'm starting to feel more and more generous by the second." 

Hank slid his hand inside Rachel's jacket and cupped her right breast. She tried to squirm out of his grip, but his other hand was easily keeping both of hers pinned in place. 

"Oh such lovely big tits." He squeezed harder, eliciting a deep groan from Rachel. After a few more powerful gropes, she thought he was about to pull his hand away, but instead he plunged it down inside of her top and bra. She gasped as he palmed her stiff nipple, then let out a small yelp as he teased and tweaked it between his strong fingers. 

"Oh god girl. Your tits are so fucking amazing. I could play with these all day." 

"I might let you if you raise it to 30%." Came her blunt reply. 

"For 30% I'm gonna want to do a hell of a lot more than just squeeze them." 

"What are you waiting for then?" 

Hank reached down and undid the two jacket buttons, letting it fall open. He slapped his cock against each jiggling mound of flesh enthusiastically. "From the moment I saw you I've been dying to fuck these big beautiful tits." He pulled her tight satin vest top up, so that it bunched around her neck. 

Rachel let a line of drool drip from her mouth. It slid down into the deep valley of her cleavage. "Fuck them then, fuck them hard!" She taunted the old geezer. 

Hank squatted down lower. His old knees cracked with the strain, but he was solely focused on his ultimate goal. He wanted to rip her sexy red bra off, but something about restraining her hands while he fucked her tits was far more appealing in that moment, than having to crush them together around his cock. 

He decided to use her bra to his advantage and slid his cock up and underneath the lacy garment. It was already squeezing her breasts together nicely. So the pressure around his cock felt incredible. 

He looked down in amazement at the sight below him. The tip of his cock slipped in and out of view as he eagerly pumped away at her huge 32FF tits. 

"Oh that's so fucking good." 

"Yeah you like holding me down and fucking my big tits don't you?" 

"God yes!" He hunched over the stunning blonde and began to grunt with passion as he worked up a furious rhythm. 

"That's it you old pervert. Harder. Fuck them HARDER!" Rachel grit her teeth and moaned. She loved being dominated and used roughly. Something that was sorely missing in her relationship. Aaron treated her like a lady, when really she was aching to be the tramp. 

She craned her neck and flicked her tongue out, licking his tip as it thrust up between her huge tits. 

Hank released her arms and squashed her tits together with all his might as his dick suddenly erupted. "FFFUUCCCKKKK! HERE IT CUMS! UUUURRRRRHHHHHHHH!!" 

The first blast caught Rachel on the chin and she jumped at the power of it. The second flew even higher, landing with a splash across her face. Most of it landed on her forehead, but a bit slid down her cheek and onto her awaiting outstretched tongue. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Hhhuuhhhh!" The last three or four spurts were less powerful and plastered all over her glistening lightly bronzed tits. 

Hank staggered backwards and slumped into his chair. "T...thirty p...percent. You've earned it honey." 

Rachel teasingly scooped his cum off of her heaving breasts and sucked it slowly from her fingers. "It's been a good start to our negotiations. But a measly 30%? Have you seen house prices in this city? What does a girl have to do to get a better offer?" 

Hank looked at her with an expression of blank shock. He'd naively assumed with her being in a relationship with Aaron and all, that blowjobs and tit wanks, were probably her limit as far as cheating went. Was she really suggesting she was eager to do more? He quickly composed himself, knowing that he was going need a little bit of refuelling time, even though she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. 

Right then his intercom buzzed. "Sorry to interrupt your meeting sir. Everyone has gone home, I'm the last one here. Would it be ok if I left too? I mean I usually lock up I know, but it's getting late and I...I." The timid woman from down in reception was babbling nervously, but Hank cut her off. 

"Sheila its fine. You go on and get yourself home. Thank you for staying late. I'll lock up when I leave, we are nearly done here anyway." 

"Thank you sir! If you're sure?" 

"It's fine." The intercom clicked off and Hank's eyes settled back onto Rachel's breasts, in her now cum stained bra. As she knelt there patiently, awaiting his next move. He noted with pride that she had cleaned every last drop of cum from her face and tits. 

"Well young lady, aren't you full of surprises. How about I give you that tour of the office now that we are alone?" 

She accepted his hand and he pulled her to her feet. Rachel went to button up her jacket, but Hank stopped her. "I don't think we will be needing that for now." He peeled her jacket off from her shoulders and laid it on his desk. "Or this." He pulled her vest top up and over her head and added it to the pile. 

"Whatever you say sir." 

He grabbed Rachel by the wrist and led her through the big oak doors out into the open office. She scanned the room cautiously, fearing that the woman on the intercom might have been wrong about her being the last to exit the building, but relaxed when it became clear they were alone. 

"Let me show you where your fella works then." He led her along the aisle and into a small, grey panelled cubicle. 

There was just a desk with a swivel chair tucked under it and a computer on top of it. A few notices were pinned to the walls. Then a pang of guilt coursed through her when she saw the framed photo of herself wearing a floral summer dress, pride of place next to his keyboard. Little did she know that it was this very photo which had started Hank's obsession with her. 

Hank grinned maliciously as he saw her chewing her lip as she stared at the photograph. "That's a nice picture of you." Rachel shivered as he began to run his hand up and down her back. "It's nothing compared to how good you look in the flesh however." 

"C...can we go back into your office...please?" 

"Not a chance." 

He turned her around began to kiss her passionately as he pushed her onto the desk. She was about to object but he stopped quickly. He gripped her lower lip between his teeth, giving it a quick chew, just like she had moments earlier. Then gnawed and softly nibbled his way onto her chin, along her jaw and down her ticklish neck. 

She soon forgot all her objections, as the naughtiness of the scenario she was in overpowered her moral conscience. She wanted to get fucked, rough and hard, just how she liked it. Unlike her boyfriend, she knew this man wasn't about to treat her like a delicate princess. 

Hank tugged each of her bra cups down and set about ravishing her breasts with his hands and mouth. He sucked greedily on each of her small nipples, then crushed her breasts together and flicked his tongue over each of her now nearly touching, hardened, sensitive buds. 

"Huh! Uh huh! Uh!" Her breathing had a quiver to it, as lust fuelled adrenaline began to course through her body. 

Hank could feel himself stiffening again, much to his relief. He lifted her ass inches above the desk and yanked up her skirt with one swift tug, before setting her back down again. 

She watched as he kissed his way down over her stomach, swirling his tongue around her navel. His hands groped and mauled at her stocking covered thighs, as his mouth moved ever lower. He dragged his tongue over one of her lace trimmed stocking tops and began to suck and chew on her exposed warm flesh above it. 

Rachel reacted by raking her fingers through his course grey hair and groaning as he inched his way closer to her crotch. 

He spread her legs wide apart and gave her silken panty covered pussy one long lick, savouring her feminine scent and the feeling of heat emanating from within. 

Hank pulled her panties to the side. The sight of her gorgeous pink pussy lips topped off with the thin golden line of pubes above them, was enough to send him into a frenzy of burning lust. "Hold this!" He commanded with authority. He made Rachel pin her own panties to the side as he buried his face into her dripping wet pussy. 

"Ungh! Oh Shit!" She groaned as he began to feast on her sensitive sex. 

He was very sloppy to begin with, due mostly to his overwhelming enthusiasm, but he soon calmed down and began to tease and toy with her delicate flower. His tongue flicked her clitoris, causing Rachel's moans to become louder and shriller. Then he began to chew on her lips and force his tongue as far up inside her as he could manage, lapping up her sweet tasting juices. 

His experience was starting to show through, as he went back to circling her clit with his tongue, giving it the occasional suck and pinching it between his lips. Within no time at all Rachel had begun grinding her cunt hard against his face. "Eat that pussy! Ha! Huh! Uh huh! Yeah! That's it." Her other hand was roughly pulling his head into her tingling mound as she panted with pleasure. 

Hank was relishing her sweet taste, but he was so hard, he couldn't wait a second longer to bury his cock inside her. 

She whimpered as he stood up. The feeling of a not too distant orgasm beginning to fade away. But she didn't have to worry for long as within no time, Hank had wrestled down his trousers, lined himself up and slowly pushed the first few inches of his impressively thick cock into her hungry sex. "This is what you really want isn't it?" He teased. 

Rachel groaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate his big dick. "Uh huh!" She nodded in reply. 

"Tell me how much you want it then." His face lit up with a devilish grin. 

"Badly! I want it real bad. Fuck me! Please fuck me!" Her words were music to an old man's ears. 

"Oh my...GOD!!" She screamed as Hank rammed the remaining 6 inches into her, in one swift thrust. 

There was a brief pause, where Hank struggled to get over the shock of what he was getting away with. He was also stunned by how tightly his pulsating manhood was now being sheathed. 

He began to slowly slip his hard shaft back out of the warm snugness of Rachel's gripping pussy. Then he drove himself back into her again forcefully, which caused her to squeal with pleasure. He repeated this over and over, savouring the sight of Rachel's magnificent tits bouncing upwards towards her chin with the impact of each and every thrust. 

Animal instinct soon took over as he found himself building up into a fast but steady rhythm. He thanked the gods that he had only just cum recently, because if he hadn't, he was certain he wouldn't have lasted more than a minute or so, such was the intensity of the sensations his body was being subjected to. Hank looked at the framed photo and then back into Rachel's stunning blue eyes which now burned with lust. The picture truly didn't do her justice. 

The desk was quite small so Rachel couldn't lie down on it. She was leaning back but propped herself up with her arms, which were locked straight behind her back. It dawned on her in that moment that she was never going to be able to refuse her body this kind of attention. She cared about Aaron, but he just wasn't enough of a man to satisfy her needs, her very strange and somewhat unorthodox needs. As she looked into Hank's snarling, reddened and sweaty face, she knew the only thing that really turned her on in life was when she gave her beautiful body over to the desperate, the overlooked, the down on their luck, or the just plain dirty, old men. 

Hank's hands were trying to be everywhere at once. One moment they were holding her head as he rubbed her rosy cheeks with his thumbs, then they had slipped down onto her breasts, squeezing and gently slapping them about on her chest. Then they were holding her hips, then her thighs, as he spread her legs wide open and continued to hammer away at her sensitive sex. 

"Oh yes! Keep fucking me like that! Make that pussy yours! Fuck me till I cum!" She could feel every vein of his thick gnarled shaft, caressing the walls of her tight velvety snatch as he thrust himself deeply inside of her. 

"You're a dirty bitch aren't ya? Yeah you like getting pounded on your fella's desk by his boss don't ya?" 

"Yes I fucking love it! Fuck that's deep! Harder! Come on! AH! AH! AH! YES! FUCK ME HARD!" She had a wild look in her eyes now and she was panting loudly. 

Unbelievably, spurred on by her words, Hank found that he did indeed have one more gear left in his old bones. His hips became a blur as he forcefully fucked the stunning blonde as hard as he could. The desk began to shake and the flimsy grey cubicle partition walls rattled violently. Rachel's framed photo fell forwards with a loud clunk. Her stilettoes came flying off from each of her feet and landed with a clatter on the floor behind them. He drew her legs together and lifted them onto his shoulders, never slowing his pace even for a second. 

Hank grabbed her foot and began to suck hard on her stocking clad toes. "OH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM! YYYEESSSS! OH GOD!" She cried as her body braced itself for the mighty orgasm that was about to rip through it. 

Hank hadn't finished with her yet though and he knew that within a few more strokes, he would be sent over the edge too, and he feared he didn't have it in him to go again after this. He pulled out, but before Rachel could complain he drove his fingers deep inside her, curling them upwards to frantically milk her g-spot. 

"AAAAHHHHH!! YYYEESSSSS!!" Her orgasm exploded with violent force. Her arms became wobbly and could no longer support her weight, so she reached forwards and clung onto Hank's shirt as she began to squirt all over his hand. 

She flexed her hips onto his invading fingers and whimpered in sheer ecstasy, as he finger fucked her through her mind blowing orgasm. 

After about a minute Hank finally removed his hand, it was soaking wet and he stared at it in amazement as he watched her juices trickle down his arm. He then smeared her breasts with it, before bending down and inhaling mouthfuls of her succulent breast meat, as he sucked them both clean with loud popping sounds. 

"So th...that must be worth f...fifty percent I reckon?" She asked breathily, as she fought for air. 

"Not until you earn it honey. Come here!" 

Hank slumped down into the chair. It was much smaller than his own leather office chair, so there wasn't enough room for Rachel to straddle him with her knees. Standing up would mean she'd need a bit of extra height, so she slipped her high heels back on. Facing him, with her legs either side, she lowered herself down into his lap. "Oh fuck that's good baby. Yeah bounce on that dick." 

His hands slid under her suspender straps as he took a firm hold of her juicy ass, pulling her down onto his rock hard cock by it. 

"Yeah squeeze that ass and bounce me on that big old cock you fucking bastard." 

"You sure have got a filthy mouth in that pretty face of yours honey. This might shut you up." He pulled Rachel's head down to meet his own, crushing her lips against his. 

Rachel normally wasn't too keen to kiss people unless she really liked them. She knew it was a pretty messed up stance to take, considering she was more than happy to fuck their brains out. But sex was just a way to release tension, have some fun, and let her body get the regular endorphin rush that she craved so badly. Kissing was in a way, more intimate for her than sex was. She usually liked to have a strong emotional bond with someone before she kissed them. 

Fortunately there was no intimacy or care in the way Hank was trying to kiss her. It was forceful and hungry. Feeling relaxed after her incredible orgasm, she relented on her morals and began to passionately return his kiss. Their tongues intertwined, swirled around and danced in each other's mouths. 

His hands left her ass and moved up to cup each of her bouncing breasts. As Rachel pulled away from his mouth for air, he moved his tongue down along the slope of her breast, circling one of her pimpled areola, before taking the stiff bud of her engorged nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard. 

"Suck my tits! OH! AH! HUH! Oh you bad boy you! Yeah you're a hungry old fucker aren't you?" Hank feasted on her other breast as he thumbed and tweaked the nipple he'd just chewed. Rachel began to bounce herself more eagerly in his lap as she dragged her long sharp fingernails across Hank's scalp, causing him to moan loudly with a mouthful of her tit. 

"Stand up. I wanna bend you over your boyfriend's desk and fuck you till you scream." His tone was commanding and dominant. It drove Rachel wild. 

"Yes Sir!" A shiver ran down her spine. She loved doggy style at the best of times, but with the added illicit nature of getting pounded from behind by her boyfriend's boss, on top of the desk at which he worked, well that just made her even more excited. 

She had planned on bending over it slowly and teasingly, but Hank was too quick for her. He pushed her down, crushing her breasts against the cold wooden surface, making them swell out at her sides. Keeping her pinned down with one hand on her upper back, Hank grabbed his cock with the other and slapped it hard against her plump but deliciously pert ass cheeks. 

He'd hoped this might numb his cock enough to make the experience last longer, but if anything watching her gorgeous bum ripple as he smacked his cock against it, just made him even more aroused. 

Knowing this would be his final charge for the finish line, he didn't bother to waste another second. He slipped his cock back into her tight velvety folds and began to pound her with a ruthless urgency. 

"UNGH!! OH MY...OH SHIT!! HHHAAAA HHUUUHHH! UH HUH! FUCK ME HARD! OH GOD!! Rachel had been taken by surprise by the sudden forcefulness of the battering she was receiving, but it was a welcome one. 

"Take it baby! YEAH!" Hank grit his teeth and grunted with heady excursion. He arched her back towards him by tugging on her bra strap with one hand, while the other spanked her ass hard until it was tender and covered in a rosy glow. 

"MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CCUUUUMMMMM!!" Rachel pleaded with him as she felt herself building to another euphoric climax. She pinched one of her nipples on her wildly swinging breasts and screamed with pleasure. Hank grabbed her by the hair, which was still mostly pinned up into a bun, if a little dishevelled looking now, and continued to fuck her with maximum intensity.