6 comments/ 47907 views/ 47 favorites Rachel Visits Her Old Workplace By: roganwriter This story features descriptions of rough aggressive sex. So if that sort of thing upsets your sensibilities then I suggest this might not be the story for you. As always the characters involved are all over the age of 18. Comments and feedback are much appreciated. ***** "You're late!" "A few minutes that's all." Terry grumbled, as he marched past Barbara, his scowling boss, and into his cramped little office. He slumped down into his chair and switched on the panel of monitors. Terry reached for a giant packet of cheese puffs, which exploded all over him as he opened them. "Damn it!" He brushed the bright orange dust from his already pretty stained security guards uniform. Terry Munce was a slob, there was no other way of putting it. He'd been working security for this cosmetics shop for the last 15 years, and it was by far the cushiest job he'd ever had. He rarely left his office to patrol the shop floor. Instead he'd spend most of his time snoozing, or reading his dirty magazines, only ever really paying attention to the monitors when a hot woman entered the shop. Apart from his lack of having to actually do anything, there were a few major perks about this particular job which Terry loved. For starters he was the only male member of staff, and aside from Barbara who was short and very overweight, most of the female staff were young and attractive. Terry knew he didn't have a shot with any of them, he was 55 and far from a looker, but he enjoyed flirting with them in the staff room, even taking their scowls of derision as playful banter. Over the years he had pushed his luck a bit too far with a few of the ladies, some of whom had made complaints against him. Barbara had tried to have him sacked numerous times, but there was never any evidence. It infuriated Barbara that such a loathsome perv was in charge of security, but as he was sub-contracted from an outside company, her hands were tied. So aside from being surrounded by lots of lovely female staff members, being a cosmetics shop, the clientele of the store was also 90% women. If Barbara knew what Terry was really up to in his tiny office all day, she would defiantly have a justifiable reason to dismiss him. You see Terry had begun putting together montage reals of all the sexiest customers and staff, taped and edited directly from the security footage, plus a few rare up skirt shots, which he'd filmed on his own camera phone when chance arose. His secret hobby had all started about 3 years ago when the shop had employed a gorgeous 18 year old named Rachel. This girl was a perfect 10. She was a stunning blue eyed blonde, with a mouth-watering pair of 32FF tits. Terry just couldn't get enough of her. She'd swan around the shop in her tightly fitted pink shirts and tiny black skirts, looking like a glamour model straight out of one of his magazines. There was no way he could resist taking the footage home to pleasure himself over her staggering beauty in his own free time. Rachel had left after 3 months, to move on to bigger and better things, he was sure. Terry had nearly cried the day she had quit. His obsession with her had reached boiling point by that time. Maybe it was a blessing she had left when she did, otherwise he may not have been able to be held accountable for his actions had she stayed much longer. Fortunately her best friend Emily still worked there, who had even just recently been promoted to assistant manager. So Rachel still popped in from time to time to see her. Terry savoured these rare glimpses of his ultimate desire, she seemed to get sexier and sexier each time he saw her. He was way too obnoxious to realise that he was the main reason Rachel had left in the first place. His stalking of her around the store, combined with his sleazy 'compliments', were all too much for the then fairly young and innocent Rachel. So now all he had was his grainy video footage of her stacking shelves, but even this was enough to get him salivating. Terry had lost count of the number of times he'd blown his load over the Rachel montage real, imagining what it would be like to get his hands on her magnificent tits in real life. "Terry! Eyes on aisle 3, there is a suspicious customer." Barbara barked through the door at him. Terry looked up at the screen just in time to see a rather tall, muscular man, stuffing a number of items into his jacket. There was no way he was about to go out there and confront him, he didn't get paid enough for that, this guy was massive. Bratty kids or little old ladies walking out and forgetting to pay he could deal with, but not this. "I'm watching him...keep your knickers on." He mumbled the last few words to himself. The shop lifter made his way to the exit, so Terry felt it was safe to emerge onto the shop floor. "Well? Did you see anything?" Barbara was upon him the second he emerged. "Nah nothing." Terry grunted. Barbara glared at him sternly, but Terry wasn't fazed. "Well there certainly looks to be some stock missing, so I think it's best if you stay on the floor for a while, as a deterrent." Privately Barbara thought that he'd be more likely to deter her regular customers, than he would thieves, but she hated the fact that he could just be sleeping all day in his little office. At least this way she could keep an eye on the old slob. Terry just shrugged and walked off along one of the aisles. "Stupid cow." He muttered to himself. "Morning Chantelle." The poor girl jumped, dropping a number of eye shadows she had been sorting onto the floor. She was the newest member of staff. A tiny mouse of a girl at barely 5 foot tall and as timid as one too. She was cute though and Terry had already started adding her to his montage reels. Chantelle had none of the curves which he normally lusted after, but she did have huge doe like brown eyes, which gave the 18 year old an air of innocence that Terry found very enticing. "M...morning Terry." She looked petrified of him, seeming to shrink even more under his scrutinising stare. "Let me get that for you." He bent to pick up her dropped items. "Th...thanks." "Don't mention it." He patted her shoulder lightly. Chantelle visibly flinched at his touch. She had been warned by the other girls about his behaviour and she was starting to realise what they meant. Terry walked away whistling and Chantelle finally relaxed and went back to her work. It was a slow and boring day. Terry was beginning to get sore feet from standing up for so long. He was about to ignore Barbara's request and head back to his office when suddenly the day got a hell of a lot brighter. Rachel needed to pick up a few bits from town for work the following day. She normally waited until her best friend Emily was working, as that meant she could use her discount card, but Emily didn't work on Sundays, so she would have to do without. It was a baking hot day and by the time she had walked the short distance into town, she was glistening with sweat. Rachel wished she didn't have to work tomorrow, with weather like this, she would love nothing more than another week of sunning herself in the garden, rather than holed up in her stuffy estate agency office. On the walk she'd been thinking about all of her recent sexual encounters. Most of them had been with guys twice or even sometimes three times her age. She knew deep down that it wasn't a healthy state of affairs. Her friends would be horrified if they knew what she was getting up to. Rachel was a stunning 21 year old, who could have any man she wanted. So why did she crave these older and much uglier guys? The fact that she was way out of their league definitely had something to do with it. They must have thought they'd died and gone to heaven when a girl that they could never have even dreamed they'd ever get near to, was willing to let them have their wicked way with her. Their hunger and desire to get their hands on her was palpable and it thrilled Rachel beyond belief. As Rachel entered the shop, she saw the man who could be the one exception to her rule. Terry was both old and ugly, he ticked those boxes, but he was also a vile, lecherous creep. She'd had to quit working here 3 years ago because this perverted old sod was constantly hounding her. Rachel remembered how disgusted she'd felt when she caught him rifling through her locker, to sniff at her change of clothes. Rachel knew that most men found it hard to keep their eyes from wandering around her, but Terry didn't even try to conceal it. He would openly ogle her, never once caring how uncomfortable it made her. She knew straight away that he had seen her walking in, he was sporting the same gormless expression that she'd come to know so well. God I wish I could slap that look right off his podgy little face, Rachel thought as she marched straight past him, blanking him completely. Terry was trying to soak in what Rachel was wearing. She had on a pale pink low cut vest top, which clung to her magnificent breasts like a second skin, leaving an enticing swell of her cleavage on show. Her bright pink bra straps could also be seen, one was even beginning to slip from her bronzed slender shoulder. Rachel's juicy bottom was displayed in a pair of very short white denim hot pants, which showed off her long toned legs magnificently. It was a mouth-watering sight. Terry managed to close his before a trickle of drool escaped down his front. "Emily's not working today you know." Having followed her up the aisle, Terry attempted to strike up a conversation. "I know she's not. I just needed to pick up a few things." Rachel looked up into Terry's beady little eyes. He was unashamedly checking her out as per usual. She huffed her annoyance and carried on shopping, but she was unable to shake Terry who followed her like a shadow. She tried her best to ignore him. However when she bent at the waist to pick up some shampoo from the bottom shelf, she heard him groan and saw he was adjusting his crotch purposefully. Terry had just been treated to a view straight down her top. He watched Rachel's large breasts swinging beneath her and he instantly felt himself getting hard. Rachel wished she had the nerve to walk over there and kick him hard in the nuts. She started to giggle to herself as she pictured his pained expression on his fat smarmy face. Instead she just threw him a dirty look and marched away. She thought he'd gone for good, but again right as she bent over in the next aisle, he appeared again behind her. This time Terry was treated to a perfect view of Rachel's phenomenal ass. He saw her bright pink thong creeping out above her tight white hot pants. It was almost too much for the old pervert, who thought he might cream in his pants there and then. Rachel had had enough. "Do you mind?" "What?" Terry shrugged. "You don't have to follow me everywhere." Rachel folded her arms under her chest crossly. Unfortunately this caused her tits to thrust outwards in an even more tantalizing fashion. "We've had shoplifters this morning. Got to make sure you don't go stealing anything. I'm just doing my job." His eyes never left Rachel's rack. Rachel noticed the protruding bulge in his trousers which he was making no attempt to hide. She was disgusted with herself for internally registering that it looked to be quite a good size. God what was wrong with her? There was no way on earth she'd ever sink to those depths though. "I used to work here! I'm hardly going to steal anything!" She retorted indignantly. "Well you never know, thieves come in all shapes..." Terry made an hourglass shape with his hands. "...and sizes." His gaze dropped back down to her heaving breasts. "Tssst! Whatever!" Rachel turned on her heels and walked off to the checkout. Terry knew he wouldn't last until he got back to his grubby little bedsit that evening, he had to relieve himself right away. As soon as Rachel left, he rushed back to his office and rewound the security footage, pausing it right at the moment it showed Rachel bending over in front of him. He sat back and freed his aching cock. Within minutes he was shooting thick ropes of steaming spunk all over his office floor, groaning in delight. That night Rachel tossed and turned in her bed, she was having a particularly vivid dream. In it, she was standing in a distorted version of the shop she once worked in. There were footsteps approaching behind her, she tried to run but found herself frozen to the spot. Suddenly somebody grabbed her. Petrified, she looked down to see two large hands had reached under her top and were aggressively manipulating her large tender breasts. Glancing over her shoulder, Rachel could see the hands belonged to Terry, he had a demonic look in his eye. Rachel tried to scream but she couldn't make a sound. Shoppers were walking past them, but it was as though they couldn't see her struggling to unclasp his clawing hands from her breasts. The next thing she knew he had shoved her down onto all fours and tugged up her skirt. People around her were noticing now but nobody stopped to help. Instead they started to form a circle, clapping and cheering as Terry thrust his cock into her and began to forcefully fuck her from behind. Suddenly another man stepped forwards from the crowd, knelt down, and rammed his cock down her throat. A wave of terror rippled through her as she looked up to see that he too had Terry's face. In fact the whole crowd had turned into clones of Terry, each licking their lips, each awaiting their turn. She awoke with a fright, covered in sweat. Reaching down beneath her sheets, Rachel could feel the moisture her pussy was leaking. The dream was so real that for one horrifying second she thought it had actually happened. She hated Terry with a passion, but as she lay there recounting the nightmare, she couldn't deny how turned on she was becoming. Unable to fall back to sleep, she had to release her frustrations the only way she knew how. Rachel moaned into her pillow as one hand played with her throbbing clit, while the other tweaked her stiff and sensitive nipples. Her imagination picked up where the dream left off, as she pictured the two Terry's spit roasting her with their rock hard cocks. "Harder, yes yes YES! UNGH! UNGH! MMMMMM!" Moments later she shuddered to a much needed climax, then gently drifted off into a much more peaceful night's sleep. Rachel had a difficult client the following day. She'd been showing him houses all week and he'd been particularly hard to break. Normally men fell over themselves to sign a contract when Rachel turned on the charm, but so far he'd been annoyingly impervious to it. So today she decided to dress to impress. She wore the sexiest sex of black satin and lace lingerie she had, complete with a matching pair of stockings and a suspender belt. The bra lifted and displayed her phenomenal 32FF breasts to an obscene degree. Over it she wore a sheer white silk blouse, which was virtually transparent. There was no way she could wear it without her blazer around the office, but if the sale needed that extra nudge, then the blazer would definitely be coming off. She also wore the shortest black satin skirt she had in her collection. It would be very difficult to bend in it without revealing her stocking tops, but again she might be able to use this to her advantage. She checked herself out in the mirror before she left for work. If this outfit doesn't work then nothing will, she thought to herself as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. To finish the look off she applied some bright red lipstick, which accentuated her full plump lips, and just the smallest amount of mascara to make her stunning blue eyes pop that little bit more. At 5:00 that evening she was punching the air with joy. As she suspected as soon as she had removed her blazer, the client had become putty in her hands. It was almost too easy getting him to sign the contract after that. He'd even paid the asking price without even trying to haggle. She'd thought she would have had to at least suck his dick to get him to agree to that. For some reason after her vivid dream, Rachel was feeling extremely horny all day. So much so that she probably would have given him head to get the sale, heck she'd probably have even fucked him senseless, as it also meant she would now get a large bonus this month. If only the poor bloke had known how lucky he could have got. Overjoyed by her days work, Rachel text her best friend Emily and arranged to meet her after work for a few drinks in the local pub. She arrived at the shop just before half five. "Hey Em!...Oh is everything all right?" Her best friend looked very pale. Emily walked up and hugged Rachel, tears were starting to form in her eyes. "It's...it's my dad...the hospital just called, he's been in an accident." Rachel's stomach dropped. Emily didn't know about how she and her father had hooked up on her wedding day. "Oh my god! Is it serious?" "They said not to worry, he's stable, but it's just such a shock. I need to go and see him." Emily was freely blubbing now. "Of course you do! I'll wait for you to lock up and we can go together if you like?" "I can't even think straight. I've just got to go to him now. Could...could you do me a massive favour?" "Anything!" Rachel blurted out. She was eager to hear news that Emily's father was going to be ok too. "It will take me ages to get all the staff out, put the money in the safe and close everything down. I can't wait for all that. If I give you my keys could you just lock the doors and wait here for me to return. I'll only be an hour max, I promise. It's just I can't leave the shop with all the money still in the tills." "Of course I'll lock up for you Em! Honestly, take as much time as you need! I can just kick back in the staff room and read some magazines." "You're a legend Rach! I don't know what I'd do without you." Emily kissed Rachel on the cheek and rushed for the door, throwing her keys back to her, which Rachel caught. "God I hope he's all right." She said to herself once Emily had left. "Well this isn't quite how I'd pictured my evening going." It had gone half five now, so most of the staff started leaving. Once Rachel had explained the situation none of them seemed to bat an eyelid that their store was being locked up by a stranger. It helped that she knew Trisha, one of the older members of staff. Last to leave his office was Terry, who looked like he had just woken up, his eyes were red and blotchy. He blinked in disbelief when he saw Rachel standing by the door waiting for him. Her stomach lurched when she saw him. Snapshots of her dream flicked into her brain and she had to shake her head to rid it of the repulsive visions. "Come on Terry I have to lock up. Emily had to nip out, she'll be back in an hour. I'm staying here and waiting for her." He had indeed been napping for the last hour, so he struggled to process her words through his groggy brain. "You're locking up? But you don't work here anymore." Terry couldn't see her clearly from the back of the store, so it was only as he approached the door, that he was able to fully take in what she was wearing. His jaw nearly hit the floor once again. Her short skirt and tight fitted blazer with a plunging neck line, made her look like a slutty secretary. He didn't know what she did for a living these days, so maybe she was one. Rachel was still fighting an internal battle to repress the images from her dream. As hard as she tried though, they continued to pepper her thoughts. What was wrong with her? She hated this revolting old creep. An unwanted tingling sensation rushed down her spine causing her to shiver. "It...it's fine Terry, she's the manager and she trusts me. She had to dash to the hospital, her dad was in an accident." Rachel Visits Her Old Workplace "Well that's a shame but I can't leave you here alone to lock up, I could lose my job. Either I stay and wait with you, or I call Barbara to come in from home." Terry was hoping she would choose option A. He couldn't believe his luck, was he about to get to spend an hour alone with his dream girl? "Fine! You can stay then!" She scowled at the old man. Rachel couldn't risk him phoning Barbara, she was a bit of a cow and would probably be annoyed that Emily had gone off without securing the shop first. Begrudgingly she locked the pair of them inside. Not wanting to talk or even acknowledge the man she loathed so vehemently. Rachel grabbed a fashion magazine from next to the till and headed to the staff room. She was cross with herself for letting the dream she'd had about him excite her so much. Terry followed closely behind, watching her peachy bum wiggle under her short skirt as she marched in high heels along the aisle. Rachel slumped into the old sofa and started to flick through the magazine. Terry would have loved to settle alongside her on the couch but knew she'd probably get up and leave if he did, so he propped himself up against the door frame instead. "Brings back some good memories being here I bet?" "hhhmmm not really." Rachel could tell without even looking that Terry was unashamedly checking her out again. "What is it you do now then?" He'd never been very good at small talk but thought he had to try, he needed a reason to keep staring at her without it being weird. "I'm an estate agent." She replied bluntly. Forgetting how short her skirt was, Rachel crossed her legs, causing it to ride up at the side, exposing one of her stocking tops. There was a full minute of silence which proceeded it, in which Terry was gawping open mouthed at the top of her thigh. He started to rub his rapidly hardening cock in full view of Rachel if she happened to look up. Thinking he had luckily run out of things to say, she carried on reading. Only after she'd spotted what the filthy old perv was doing in her peripheral vision, did she remember what skirt she had on and quickly tugged it back down. God she wanted to punch his lights out so badly. Rachel closed her eyes to regain some composure, but rather than a calming darkness, the images she'd been supressing began popping up with increasing clarity. Oh no! This was the last thing she wanted! She was sickened by the urges she was now feeling, but nothing she could do could stop the warm tingling sensations which were radiating out from her dampening sex. "Estate agent eh? Bet that pays a nice little wage." Terry finally mumbled. Rachel was fanning herself with the magazine now, her cheeks were flushed and her heart rate had quickened. This can't be happening! Why him? What is wrong with me? She was trying to battle her own mind, but normally it was a losing cause. "Not as much as you'd think." She responded at last. With that Rachel opened her blazer, slipped it from her shoulders and laid it across the arm of the sofa. She hated knowing how much of a kick he'd get out of seeing what she was wearing underneath, but she had no other option, she was burning up. It seemed to Terry like she had done it in slow motion. So disbelieving was his brain as to what his eyes were seeing that he was finding it hard to process. His hand stopped fumbling with his crotch, in order to brace himself against the door frame as he nearly staggered and fell with the shock of it all. Not only could he see her black bra through her tight see through white blouse, but it was so transparent that he could even make out the fine lace detailing on the bra cups. She may as well have been sat there in just her bra, it would have had the same effect. Saliva was pooling in his mouth as he stared at her huge lightly bronzed breasts, held up so invitingly in the sexy garment. "You...Wh...the?" He mumbled incoherently, forgetting completely what he was going to say. Rachel stretched her arms high above her head and yawned. This in turn thrust her tits out even further and Terry had to turn away, feeling light headed all of a sudden. "This magazine is boring. I'm going to look around the shop for a bit." Needing to get as far away from him as she could, Rachel walked past Terry and out onto the shop floor. She couldn't but notice the obvious tent in his trousers as she passed. It didn't help the mental war she was waging inside her own mind. Rachel was determined not to give into her base desires, not this time, not with him of all people. "Um...yeah...you do that...I'm just gonna..." He shook his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming and then went into his small office. Once inside he watched her on the monitor walking around the shop floor. If he got some good footage of her dressed like this he'd never need to make another tape for as long as he lived. This was golden wank material. Once she had stopped in the makeup aisle he switched to the nearest camera and zoomed in as far as he could. He let the camera scan up and down the full length of her body, not wanting to miss an inch of this incredible Goddess. "She's wearing fucking stockings too!" He muttered to himself, hoping hearing his own words aloud would confirm their reality. Rachel hoped Emily would be back soon, fearing that if she didn't remove herself from the situation, she would end up doing something she regretted. But would she regret it? It would be the definition of hate sex that much she was sure of. There was no denying it, something about the thought of being savaged by a man who repulsed her as much as Terry did, was turning her on beyond belief. Rachel picked up an eye liner pencil. Suddenly and an idea came into mind, it was an impulse decision, but once it was done she was going to have to deal with its consequences. Thieves come in all shapes and sizes, his words from yesterday echoed through her mind. Deep down she knew the battle had already been lost. Terry's camera was now trained on Rachel's phenomenal cleavage. He was watching her tits rise and fall with every breath she took as he again began to squeeze his achingly hard cock. Then something happened which struck the old pervert dumb. Rachel had picked something up off the shelf and tucked it down between the swell of her breasts. Confused, he rewound the tape and watched it back. "Fucking hell! Did she just steal that?" He had to watch it a third time before he could accept what had just happened. What on earth was she playing at? He reached for the Tannoy. "Rachel can you come in here please." She wasn't surprised he'd been watching her little act of theft. So when his voice came on the loud speaker she quivered with revulsion, but turned obediently and marched towards his little office. "What do you want?" She stepped inside the cramped room. It smelled strongly of stale food and body odour, so much so that she almost immediately regretted her decision. Inside was a small desk with only the Tannoy speaker and a telephone on it. Behind that was a bank of monitors, in front of a two way mirror. There was a tall locker on her right, but apart from that the only other thing in the room was a large black leather chair which Terry was rising up from as she entered. "What are you playing at?" He looked at her with a puzzled expression. "I don't know what you're talking about." Rachel glared back at him. She folded her arms under her large breasts, lifting them up invitingly. "Don't play silly buggers with me. I saw you take something from the shop. Now stop messing about and put it back." He took a step towards Rachel, whose steely glare didn't falter. "I haven't taken anything! What do you mean you saw me anyway? Were you watching me on the camera? Is that what you do with your days is it? Perv on women? You're fucking disgusting!" She prodded Terry hard in the chest with an outstretched finger. Her heart was really racing now, knowing her dream might well be about to come true. Terry was initially stunned into silence by her sudden outburst. His face was becoming flushed with anger. How dare she say that to him! Not only was she stealing from right under his nose, but now she had the audacity to insult him right to his face. "Listen hear you silly bitch. I ain't messing around now. Either you hand over whatever it was you took, or I'll be forced to retrieve it myself!" He stared into the cavernous swell of Rachel's cleavage, there was no sign of the stolen item, but then again there wouldn't be, her tits were easily large enough to hide a cock in between them and whatever it was she took looked pretty small. Even in his moment of anger he couldn't stop his feelings of lust for this blonde bombshell, his cock was flexing in his trousers uncontrollably. "I fucking dare you." Rachel spat the words at him. She knew she was pushing him to the limits and it wouldn't be long now before he cracked. This was the last thing he expected her to say. Did she want to be searched? Was he being given the ok to grope the finest pair of tits he'd ever laid eyes on? A pair that had fuelled his imagination, for the last 3 years? He'd probably knocked out a gallon of cum in that time, thinking about those fucking things. But what if he was wrong? What if she was telling the truth and she hadn't stolen anything? He would be fired for sure. It was worth the risk. "Have it your way honey." Drooling with hunger, he plunged two fingers down into the soft swell of Rachel's heaving breasts. They touched the tip of something hard and just as he was about to remove the object a white hot pain struck the side of his face. Terry staggered backwards with the shock of the blow. Rachel had slapped him hard across the cheek. "Don't fucking touch me you filthy old creep!!" She noticed a red hand print begin the blossom on the place where she'd caught him, it almost made her break character and laugh. She'd always wanted to hit him and now she knew how it felt. Hitting him wasn't all she wanted to do to him though, there was a burning lust brewing inside her, born out of pure hatred. Stunned, Terry reached up and rubbed the reddening mark. "You're gonna pay for that bitch!" In a flash he was upon her. His hands gripped her shoulders and he pushed her hard up against the lockers, the crash of the impact echoed loudly around the small room. Rachel could feel the wind get knocked from her and she gasped at his burst of aggression. "OW! NO STO..." But before she could stop him, Terry had grabbed hold of her silk blouse and ripped it open with one swift tug. Buttons flew in all directions, pinging off the walls and floor. A few moments passed where neither of them moved, the only sound coming from a spinning button, which was slowly rolling to a stop. It was the calm before the storm. Rachel tried again to slap him but this time Terry saw it coming. "Oh no you don't!" he bellowed. Terry lifted her arms above her head, pinning them there with one hand. Acting on instinct he thrust his other hand down the front of Rachel's black satin bra, except this time with much more force. He snatched out the stolen eye liner pencil and held it up to her face. "You think you can come in here like you own the place and steal whatever you want do ya? You probably think you're better than everyone else? Looking down on me like I'm some sort of scum you've just scrapped off the bottom of your shoe! Well I've got news for you, you little brat! I don't take kindly to being mugged off in my own workplace by some cock teasing little slut! I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson young lady!" He snarled the words into Rachel's face. She could feel his hot breath and flecks of his spit hitting her cheek. So she returned the gesture. Pooling a large amount of saliva in her mouth she twisted her head to face him and spat. "FUCK YOU! You're nothing but a pathetic old FUCK!" The red mist was descending as Terry wiped the huge glob of spit from his nose and chin. "Oh you're a nasty one aren't you?" He looked down at Rachel's bra clad tits which were now rapidly rising and falling with each quickened breath. It was a temptation he could no longer resist. He plunged his pudgy hand inside one of her cups and squeezed. Terry groaned with sheer pleasure as his hand began to desperately maul her heavy breast. He was finally fulfilling a 3 year long dream. Even in his dreams though he'd never pictured them being as perfect as they were in real life. He wrestled the bra cup down. Unbelievably, considering they were clearly natural, once free from the cup there was next to no sag. Instead it remained thrust out proudly from her slender chest. Her gorgeous pink areola, which was about the size of bottle cap, was topped with a small delicate nipple, which instantly hardened under his touch. He quickly pulled her other breast free and began to roughly squeeze them in turn. His hand, which was covered in the spit he'd wiped from his face, slipped over them with ease, making them shine in the light, as though they had been coated in massage oils. "GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD!" Rachel struggled under his firm grip, but Terry leant his substantial weight against her, pinning her tighter to the cold steel locker. "LET ME G..." Rachel gasped as she felt Terry twist one of her nipples. "You like that don't you?" He goaded. She couldn't help the way her body reacted. She was loving the rough treatment, but she still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "NO!...DON'T...OH!...AAAAAHHHH!" She groaned deeply as he continued to tug and twist her sensitive nipples with relish, before returning to squishing her entire breasts one at a time. He watched her soft flesh overflowing through his outstretched fingers, as he lifted up each of her weighty tits in turn. "Let go of me you ugly old prick!" "I think you wanted this didn't you?" Rachel shook her head in defiance. What she really wanted was for him to hurry up and stick that big cock in her, which she could now feel was being ground into her waist. Terry tried to kiss her plump puckered lips, but Rachel snapped her head to the side. "Oh you're such a tease." He moaned as he resolved to instead begin kissing her flushed cheek. He dragged his slimy tongue along her jaw, giving it a gentle gnaw. "You're so fucking beautiful." He breathed into her ear, as he continued to play with her tits. Rachel's knees trembled as she felt his tongue flick her soft earlobe, then he latched onto it and began to suck. "Mmmmm you taste delicious too." "UURRRR! Well you make me SICK!" God she hated him, but she couldn't deny she was now aching to be fucked senseless. After what felt like minutes of him tortuously nibbling and chewing on her ticklish ear, Terry planted a series off kisses down her taught and slender neck. He was nearing his ultimate prize. Rachel turned her head back and looked down at the sweaty old man as he reached the slope of her left breast. He was mumbling to himself in between each delicate kiss. The sweet perfumed scent of her warm smooth skin was driving him insane. He wanted to bite down hard on it, but managed to restrain his desires. He hovered in front of her delicate stiff bud, enveloping it with his hot steamy breath. Rachel couldn't cope, she tried to push it into his awaiting mouth. He looked up at her and grinned "Ha! I knew you wanted it." Wasting no further time he latched onto her sensitive nipple and sucked as hard as he could. Rachel yelped and shuddered, then let out a guttural growl as he savaged her other one. Terry was now slobbering all over her phenomenal rack, happier than a pig in shit. He inhaled as much of her soft breast meat as he could into his hungry mouth, releasing it with a pop, before repeating the action over and over again. He was so distracted that he didn't even realise that Rachel was now grinding herself against his throbbing erection, which was now digging into her thigh. "God I can't get enough of these big fucking things." He buried his head in between them, shaking it vigorously, loving the sensation of her rippling tits slapping against his cheeks. "Fuck you! You arsehole!" He straightened up and looked into her deep blue eyes. This was the only chance he'd ever get to fuck the girl he'd been infatuated with for so long. Her eyes were cold, they showed him no emotion, but he was sure now that she was into this. He needed to be sure though, he didn't want to end up behind bars. "What did you say? You want me to fuck you?" YES!! She screamed inwardly. But she didn't want to give him any signal of keenness on her behalf. So instead she looked down and sneered. "Tssst! You're a fat fucking joke. I doubt you'd even have it in you." "Wanna bet!" Terry couldn't restrain his urges any longer. He released her arms and grappled her over to the desk, twisting her around and roughly pushing her down. "AH! You bastard!" Terry was hurriedly unbuckling his trousers. He yanked them down and freed his painfully throbbing cock. "You better not put that limp maggoty prick anywhere near me, you pathetic old CUNT!" She wanted him to hate her as much as she hated him, so was throwing every insult she could think of his way. Nothing could deter Terry from his goal now though. "You've got a foul mouth for such a pretty girl you know. I think I better fuck some manners into you." He hitched up her short black skirt, bunching it around her waist. He hardly had time to admire Rachel's gorgeously juicy arse, framed by her sexy set of stockings and suspenders. Her smooth tanned skin was like silk, completely blemish free. He was in too much of a rush to bury his hard cock inside of her. Far from being limp and maggoty, Terry's cock was a good seven inches. It was thicker than the average too and heavily veined. He pulled Rachel's panties to the side and slid his bulbous head against her wet pink pussy lips, until his tip was coated in her juices. He pushed forwards gently, watching in awe as they slowly parted around him. "Is it in yet? I doubt I could te..." She couldn't even say the word tell, as suddenly Terry had forced his full length deep into her tight velvety snatch. "OH FUCK!" He yelled as her pussy walls clamped around his gnarled old cock. The feeling was out of this world. Rachel let out a long sigh of relief, she was finally getting what she'd been asking for. Terry gripped her by the waist. He wasn't about to waste any more time, he'd been waiting a lifetime already for a moment like this as it was. He quickly started to pound away at her as fast as he could, grunting with pure lust as he went. The desk was creaking and Rachel's rippling ass was making a loud slapping noise as it impacted with Terry's fat flabby belly. "AH! OH! AH! YOU FUCK! UNNGGGHHH! AAHHHH!" Rachel grit her teeth as she pushed herself back onto him to meet his pumping hips. The sight below him was one he was going to cherish forever. She had the perfect hourglass figure, and it was his, all his. He watched with amazement as his cock slipped in and out of clutching cunt. It was too much for him and he had to stare at the ceiling for a while, fearing he would cum too soon. "That's it you nasty bitch, take that fat cock!" His hands mauled her firm fleshy bum, his fingers digging painfully into her skin. "Is that all you've got? PATHETIC!" She couldn't resist goading him, she could feel a much needed orgasm beginning to build from within. "Shut it you slut!" Terry slapped her ass hard, which made Rachel scream. "AH! YOU BASTARD!!" He continued to pound away at her, slapping her bum from time to time, which always got an appreciative moan followed by an insult from Rachel. His hands were all over her gorgeous body, pinning her down by the shoulders, before roaming all over her stocking clad legs and up over her succulent ass. Feeling like he had the energy of a 20 year old once again, he gripped Rachel by the hips and hammered into her with everything he could. "UNGH! GIVE IT TO ME! UNGH SHIT!!" Rachel Visits Her Old Workplace Rachel dragged herself up onto her elbows. Terry seized the chance and plunged his hands underneath her to grasp her heavy swaying tits. Using her swinging breasts as leverage he continued to spear her on his now frantically thrusting cock. Rachel was now moaning and squeaking in delight, as the animalistic battering continued. "PA - THE - TIC!!" She managed to scream out above the sounds of Terry's growls and grunts. "Take it you BITCH!" Was his reply as he struggled to maintain the pace. Rachel was close now, her pussy was clutching his thick cock, devouring it hungrily. He was mauling her hanging tits now too, tweaking her nipples, causing her to yelp with pleasure filled pain. Terry's balls were about to burst wide open. Tears filled his eyes as he watching in awe as his cock sawed in and out of the stunning blonde beauty. "Harder! FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME CUM!" Rachel begged, forgetting to throw in a token insult this time. Terry didn't know if that would even be possible. He was already wheezing with excursion. But for her he would damn well try. He gripped her ponytail and roughly yanked her head back with it, arching her back towards him. "OW! AH YES! FUCK ME LIKE THAT! PULL MY HAIR AND POUND ME! MAKE MY PUSSY YOURS! THAT'S IT! HARDER! MAKE ME SCREAM!!" Terry's hips were like a blur. He'd pulled Rachel up into a near standing position. She pulled his hand still gripping one of her breasts free and placed it around her throat. "TREAT ME LIKE THE SLUT THAT I AM. FUCKING PULL MY HAIR AND CHOKE ME! YOU FAT CUNT!" "Oh shit!" Terry couldn't believe how wild she was. His cock was twitching inside her tight wet pussy, he was about to blow. He applied pressure to her throat and Rachel began to shudder from head to toe. "That's it! Fuck me! FUCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME!!" Her voice was guttural and strangled. "Here it comes bitch!" AAHHHHHHH!! YEESSSSSS!! Terry's cock exploded inside of her. He squirted what felt like a bucket load of his hot sticky cum, into her warm welcoming snatch. Rachel's mouth was open in a silent scream as her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. It wasn't just her pussy that went into spasm, it seemed like every muscle in her body was contracting uncontrollably. "UUNNNGGGHHHH!! FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!! YES YES YES YES YES! OH GOD! OH SHIT!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure which crashed over her. Terry's cock was getting milked of every last drop by Rachel's flexing cunt. He let go of her hair and throat and grasped her shuddering breasts, pushing his face into her back, trying to stop himself from crying in sheer euphoria. It took him a few minutes to regain control of his emotions. He hadn't realised it but his cock was still slowly pumping into her sporadically twitching pussy. He wasn't softening at all. So much for Viagra he thought, the sight in front of him was all he needed to stay erect forever probably. Rachel was like a dead weight in his hands. He was practically holding her up by her tits. She continued to mew and whimper in contentment. It suddenly dawned on Rachel that he was still hard as ever too. "Not had enough yet?" She breathed. "I could never get enough of this." Terry groaned. "Well make the most of it, cos it's never happening again you filthy old perv!" She pushed him back off of her. Terry looked down disbelievingly as his cock slipped free, followed by a trickle of his slimy seed. He slumped back in his leather chair panting and watched as Rachel slipped off her ripped blouse and threw it onto the desk, along with her now sodden panties. He was still finding it hard to fathom what had just happened, all he knew though, as his eyes travelled up along her stocking clad legs, over the skinny toned waist, and up to her staggeringly huge, perfect breasts, was that he wanted more, so much more. Rachel looked at him slowly wanking his rigid cock as he gawped at her chest and couldn't resist slapping him again. "OW! That hurts you bitch!" "Couldn't help it, you've got such an ugly slappable face!" He wasn't complaining for long though as Rachel straddled his lap and sank herself down onto his meaty member. Terry just sat there and took it as Rachel frantically ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his body. He was becoming mesmerized by how tits jiggled as she rode him and had to take them in his hands. Rachel was practically purring as he played with her nipples. "Squeeze those big tits. Yeah that's it harder...HARDER! Be rough with them, I can take it!" She leaned forwards and breathed the words into Terry's open mouth. Thinking she was at last about to kiss him, he reached his tongue out to meet hers. Rachel shoved his head backwards over the back of the chair and laughed. "I'm not kissing you. I only kiss people I actually like. You're just a worthless sack of SHIT!" She rained down a series of gentler, more playful slaps across his face, which was now twisted with the pained expression of lust that she had come to thrive on. "If you want to stuff your fat face with something, suck on these instead." She unclasped her bunched up bra and threw it onto the ground, then smothered Terry's face in her tits. Rachel sensuously dragged them back and forth across his hungry open mouth. His tongue flicked out at her swinging nipples, occasionally latching onto one briefly, before it was withdrawn and he was fed with the other breast. Rachel then wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him tightly into her chest. If he had to pick a way to die then this would definitely be it. After a while Terry squirmed free, gasping for air. Enough playing, he wanted to fuck her harder than ever. He reached down and took a firm hold of her ass, lifting her up and then slamming her down onto his thick cock. Rachel tilted her head back as she moaned in delight at the sudden increase in pace. Terry began to kiss and gnaw on her neck as she bounced in his lap. "Yes! OH YES! Slam that smelly shrivelled prick into me you disgusting fat BASTARD!" All of a sudden Terry stood up, dropping Rachel down onto her feet. She was just getting warmed up again, so wasn't too pleased by the abrupt stop. "HEY!" "I warned you about that filthy mouth of yours! I guess I'm gonna have to wash it out for you. ON YOUR KNEES! NOW!" His voice was suddenly sterner and more authoritarian, it made Rachel melt inside. She didn't have time to react before getting roughly pushed to the ground. He was so swift and moved with such purpose, that Rachel didn't even protest, as he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his dick all the way down her throat. She soon began to gag as Terry buried himself completely, and began fucking her throat with the same ferocity as he had her pussy. He backed her up against the desk, so that she couldn't pull away and stuffed his cock back in, all the way to the base. The vibrations felt incredible as Rachel hummed her annoyance at his treatment of her mouth. This time however he didn't pull it back out. Instead he pinched her nose shut. Rachel's eyes were wild and fierce as he looked down into them with a crooked sneer. "Yeah choke on it bitch!" He goaded. Before long her arms began to flail and he finally pulled out. A chorus of expletives exploded from Rachel's mouth as she coughed and spluttered and spat onto the floor. "URR! HUH! YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!!" "Well you ain't learning your lesson about that filthy tongue of yours are you?" He gripped her head even more tightly and went back to vigorously fucking her face. Terry didn't hold her nose this time and she took it like a pro. He loved the feeling of having her tongue squashed against the underside of his shaft, as it wrestled with his invading member. There was no way she was going to show him her expertise when it came to giving head. He didn't deserve it. Plus she was beginning to enjoy how he was using her mouth so dominantly. He spent a few minutes alternating between pumping his cock down her throat and pulling it out to slap her across the cheeks with it. "Your dick tastes rancid, when was the last time you washed?" She spat on his shaft in disgust. "Hhhmmm you love it honey!" Terry bounced his hard cock against her plump lips, loving how a line of saliva was connecting the two of them. "Now open wide!" Rachel succumbed to his rough use of her mouth once more. It was driving her wild and she soon began to play with her clit, quickly working herself into a state of sexual frenzy. Terry pulled free and crouching lower, grabbed Rachel's breasts in each hand and thrust his cock in between them. He watched in awe as his dick slipped in and out of sight, buried in her soft ample flesh. Rachel couldn't resist flicking her tongue out to meet his tip each time it burst into view. "Oh Shit! God that's good!" He moaned. It was too much for Terry. He was crazed with lust and needed to fuck her one last time before his balls split wide open. "Get the fuck up!" He grabbed Rachel under her arms and lifted her onto the desk, pushing her down onto her back. She hit her head on the monitor but didn't complain, so desperate was she to get his fat dick back inside her. He pulled her back towards him so that her hips lined up with the edge of the desk. Rachel instinctively spread her legs wide, inviting him in. Terry teased her dripping wet lips with the tip of his cock, loving how she squirmed in anticipation. Fucking hell she is perfect he thought, as he hooked his thumbs under her black lace suspender belt, held tightly to her waist, and drove his cock forwards into the incredible goddess laying beneath him. He felt like the king of the world. "UNGH! YES!" Rachel squealed, as she was stuffed full of his meaty cock once more. "Yeah you love it don't you girlie? You've been wanting it for years just like I have. You should have said something sooner!" Terry was watching his cock slide in and out of her tight gripping pussy. He withdrew it painfully slowly, before forcefully slamming it back into her with relish, causing her breasts to bounce violently each and every time. "UNGH FUCK! Don't make me laugh! I don't want you! UNGH! Never have, never will! UNGH YES! You're just a useless fat fucker! UNGH GOD! I HATE YOU!!" While Terry was staring at a vision of pure perfection. Rachel was looking at one of pure revulsion. She really did hate everything about him. The way his podgy belly and double chins were rippling as he banged her. How his beady eyes were roaming all over her prone body. How his crooked mouth was cracked into a shit eating grin. He really was a disgusting pig of a man. But for reasons even she couldn't reason, he was turning her on more than ever. Angry more with herself for giving a man she hated the time of his life, she lashed out once again. Rachel couldn't reach his face this time so struck him repeatedly in the chest. Then she dug her long fingernails into his flesh and raked them down his flabby stomach. "OW! YOU BITCH!" He pinned her arms either side of her head, to stop her from scratching him any further. But Rachel still had one trick up her sleeve. She bent her knees inwards and jabbed her stilettoed heels into his sides. "OW! CHRIST! OW!" Rachel laughed girlishly at his now angry expression. Terry yanked off her shoes and threw them over his shoulder. He looked down to see bright red claw marks, covering his pasty white skin. "You do like it rough don't you?" He snarled. Rachel merely nodded. "Well don't say I didn't warn you." With that he ripped the phone out of the wall and used the cord to bind her wrists together tightly. He looped the excess around the back of the monitors a few times until her arms were bound tightly to them. "Now you can't scratch or slap me when I do this." He leaned down and kissed her full on her soft red lips. It took Rachel a few seconds before she snapped her head to the side. The shock of his full weight pressing down on her had delayed her reactions. "Do that again and I'll bite you!" She growled through gritted teeth. "No you won't!" Terry twisted her head back, holding it in place as he planted another forceful kiss on her. "AH! OW! OW! ALL RIGHT I'LL STOP I'LL STOP!" Rachel had his lower lip pinched between her teeth and she was slowly applying more and more pressure. "AH!" She released him and Terry straightened up rubbing his now sore lip. "Fine! Have it your way bitch!" He began pounding her more vigorously. Building up into a frantic rhythm. Rachel was soon screaming and moaning with pleasure. This was what she wanted, what she needed. There was no talking for a while, only animalistic sounds of passion as they used each other's bodies, both working themselves up towards imminent and explosive orgasms. Terry played with her clit, causing Rachel to arch her back. The result of which made it look like she was offering up her huge jiggling tits for the taking. An offer he couldn't refuse. Terry squeezed her breasts together, thumbing her stiff nipples. Then he released one and slapped it back and forth on her chest. "Yeah? You like being the one getting a slap for a change eh?" "OH FUCK ME! KEEP GOING! HARDER HARDER HARDER!!" In this position he was hitting her g-spot with each of his powerful thrusting drives. "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!! OH YYEEESSSS!!" She was so nearly there. Rachel spread her legs as wide as they would go, and took the hammering of a lifetime. "AH! AH! AH! AH! AAHHH!! UUUURRRRRGGGGHHHHH YYYEEEESSSSSS!!" Terry felt her pussy clamp around on his cock like a vice and knew she was cumming hard. He let go of her tits and grasped her by the throat, muffling her series of guttural groans, as her body went into spasm. His other hand went back to her clit and frantically flicked across it. As much as he wanted this experience to last forever, he was soon unable to prolong the inevitable and his cock went off like a rocket. "AAARRRRRHHHHH YYYYEEESSSSS!!" Terry continued to pump his full load deep inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot creamy jizz. Rachel's pussy was milking him dry, and unbelievably she started to cum again as he continued to fiddle her clit. "UNGH HHH HHHH!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!" She whimpered as more intense waves of euphoria ripped through her. Terry finally pulled his now softening dick free. There was something he'd seen in porn movies that he'd always wanted to try. Rachel lay there panting, but she couldn't relax for long. He slipped two of his fat fingers into her, curling them upwards. He could feel his own dirty cum, plastering her velvety walls, as he began to finger fuck her hard and fast. "W!! WHA!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!??!! UUURRRRHHHHHH!! SHIT! OH SHIT! Rachel's eyes rolled back as he roughly fingered her g-spot. She felt like she was melting into the desk as she submitted to the intense pleasure it was bringing to her now hyper sensitive pussy. Terry couldn't believe his eyes as after only less than a minute Rachel began to squirt. His hand was soon soaked by jets of warm liquid which erupted out from her twitching snatch. A few final shudders and she was finally spent. He wiped his cum covered hand all over her already glistening tits and untied her arms. She covered her face in her hands and breathed heavily as she tried to compose herself. Terry who was already fully dressed, slipped his worn out cock back into his trousers. He sat and watched her smugly as Rachel eventually stood up. Her legs were shaky and he couldn't resist giving her ass one final spank before she managed to wrestle her skirt back down. Rachel slipped on her bra and reached for her ripped blouse, the buttons were all gone so she had to tie it in a knot under her breasts. With the blazer on nobody could tell the difference, at least she hoped they couldn't. "You're paying for a new shirt you know." Terry laughed. "Next time you come and see me, I'll pay you for it, don't you worry." "On second thoughts, forget it." She snapped. "Now get out before Emily gets back." "Too late." He pointed at the monitor, and her stomach dropped like a stone as she saw her best friend walking towards them along the aisle. "OH CRAP! Back door now!" She slipped on her shoes and pushed Terry out of the office and towards the storerooms back exit. "No kiss goodbye?" He sneered. "Fuck off!" But Terry stuck his foot in the door, keeping it a jar. "Next time your ass is mine." "Pffftt! Good luck with that!" She managed to slam the door shut. But could still hear him laughing to himself as he walked away. She just about managed to run into the staff room and throw on her blazer as Emily walked in. "Did you not hear me? I was banging on the front door for 5 minutes before I remembered my spare set of keys." A stern looking Emily berated her oldest friend. "Oh er sorry! I was um... how was your dad?" Luckily this threw Emily off track and she proceeded to explain that her dad was fine. He'd hit a parked car trying to avoid running over a cat, and was suffering from whiplash, and concussion but nothing serious. "Oh that's a relief. Do you still want to go for that drink then?" Privately Rachel wanted nothing more than to get home and have a shower, but she wanted to keep up appearances. "Yeah I'll buy you one...or three, as a thank you for looking after the shop for me. What did you get up to anyhow? You look like you've been running a marathon!" Rachel's heart leapt in her chest. "Oh er... I was bored so I was doing some exercises that's all." "You don't work out ever! I'd be more inclined to believe you if you said you were in here having a fiddle with yourself. Horny bitch I can believe, fitness freak I'm just not buying!" "Busted!" Rachel said sheepishly. Emily laughed with delight. "Ha Ha! You dirty little minx! I can't leave you anywhere." If only you knew the half of it, Rachel thought. "Right babe, let's go get drunk!"