My nerves are shredding as I head out on my lunch break. Abi Jones, my branch manager at the bank urgently needs to see me after my lunch break. With the rumours of redundancies, no wonder my stomach is churning. I need to take my mind off my immediate concerns and I know just the place, visiting old Mr. Sanders shop may be just the remedy. I wonder what delicacies will appear from Harrys old sandwich box held together by a giant elastic band.
I open the door of Harrys shop ringing a bell above it. I see Harry behind the counter kitted out in his usual brown smock coat and smart shirt and tie, he is serving a plumber with a selection of pipes and fittings. I am so horny after thinking of nothing but Harry taking in strong arms on the journey to his shop, I do not even care that there is another person, more the merrier.
I flipped the sign on the door to closed and move seductively around the counter placing my hands flat against it, I plant my heels on the sawdust covered floor, my legs astride, my ass up in the air. I turn my head towards old Mr. Sanders.
"Please fuck me, Mr. Sanders. I need fucking." I demand.
"if you wish to join in you're very welcome." I say to the plumber, a younger good looking well built man with a polo shirt on which is strewn in his company name and logo. He looks at Harry, probably for assurance it is not a wind up, Harry just nod his approval. The man undoes his work shorts and slaps his soft long dick on the counter, bending my neck I slurp it in to my mouth and pull at it. I hear the sound of Harrys smock being unclipped and his trousers dropping to floor, the plumbers dick starts to firm up inside my mouth. Harry moves behind me his strong wirery hands grips my skirt pulling up to my waist, he slices through my black knickers with a knife before pulling them crudely from under me.
"How dare you come in here, disturbing my customers demanding sex. You're just a little slut."
"Please fuck me, I need you. Fuck me now."
"Okay. You want it you're going to get it." He pushes my face deeper on to the customers dick. Harrys thick bulbous head slaps heavily on my clitoris which sends a shiver flowing down my back. He curls my hair in his fist pulling it painfully making my back arch. His dick spreads my lips apart before sliding it inside me in its entirety, he roughly bangs it up inside me. His low hanging heavy balls swing between my hot firm thighs. He pulls my hair tighter has he rams his cock deep with a frenzied abandon. His thrusts intensify, the other man fucks my mouth deep, both seem intent on not just fucking but punishing me. Harry pounds me so hard the counter presses against my stomach leaving a painful red mark, his other hand slaps my butt cheek leaving a sore red tinge, then with a even tighter grip on my hair he pummels my vagina, with his thick phallus deep up me he shoots his load, filling me up with his hot sticky cum before collapsing on top of me kissing my flushed cheeks on my face.
The other man makes his way around the counter and enters his cock into my cum soaked vagina. A few minutes vigorous rutting encouraged by Harry his cum hits my insides mixing with Harrys some escaping out of my hole and running down towards my butt.
"Is that what you wanted you little whore." Harry Shouted in my ear as the other man adjusted his shorts, picking up his pipes before leaving.
"Cheers darling, thanks Harry settle up with you next time.
After the fucking which momentarily takes my mind away from my work worries Harry and I share a sandwich.
"Are you okay?, my darling."
"not really, Harry. I'm worried about work and about Simon, who seems to want to be with Michelle more. What have I started there?"
"You can not really complain if Simon is fucking someone else. Bit hypocritical."
"Yeah i know, sometimes wish I had not got into your van that night."
"Really, that hurts. Do you know how much our affair means to me. You have given so much life to this old git."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I love fucking you and the rest of the cast of cocoon." I reply jokingly.
I leave Harrys shop and head back to work. The cold of a early February afternoon stings my bare butt cheeks, still sore from Harry spanking it. I arrive back at work and I am immediately beckoned in to the managers office, not even time to clean my sticky mound.
Abi the manager immediately puts me at ease by informing me that the meeting is not about redundancy. My mind wonders again, had Richard complained about me stroking his dick as we kissed at the branch Christmas drinks.
"Amanda, you have been assistant manager at this branch for two years, the youngest ever in the banks history. It is about time you managed your own branch. Therefore I am sending you to a bank conference in Manchester for a night."
"Wow I was not expecting that, but yes."
"the conference is about the future practises of banks. You are happy to go? I suggest you take someone with you, maybe Shannon." Shannon did not stand a chance, I know who I want, a night in a posh hotel with Richard filled my heart with glee.
"Can I suggest Richard?"
"Really? That weirdo. The man is a virgin at 18. Amanda, it is your decision."
"Yes Richard, I will go with him." I reply. He won't be a awkward virgin when I have finished with him. The conference is in a few days. Richard and I will catch a train to Manchester. When Simon arrives home from work I tell him, his reaction is not quite what I expected.
"Cool, I will see if Michelle wants to come over, you don't mind do you?" I really did but how did I have the right when I am thinking of giving Richard the best night of his life.
"Michelle again? I suppose that is okay." I am really getting concerned about Simon and Michelle, my boyfriend and my best friend.
I sip at a can of gin and tonic purchased from the shop outside the train station, staring at the blurred scenery out of the train window as it wheezes along. I turn to Richard sat opposite and flash him a generous smile. He looks and acts differently to when he is at work, not so clumsy and awkward. His jet black hair is perfectly parted down the middle, round black framed glasses bit like Harry Potter, his skin is half-cast from having an Indian mother, small signs of acne on his round face.
"Are you okay, Richard."
"Yes, Miss. Burrows, a bit nervous."
"Miss. Burrows, Amanda please. Nothing to be nervous about, I will look after you."
After a short taxi journey from the station we arrive at our hotel. A large posh hotel in middle of Manchester's thriving Town centre. If it isn't for the fact that I want to fuck Richard, Shannon may have been a better choice of partner for a night out.
My room is a large double with views of Manchester's lit up skyline. I shower before getting changed for drinks and to meet and greet the other participants of the conference. A pale grey pencil skirt, white blouse and black strappy heels is my of attire for the meet and greet. I enter the bar filled with bitchy women and men who think they are gods gift to women, No one who interests my unique taste in men. There is a piano being played in the corner. I sip at a complimentary glass of champagne as some of the bankers strike up a conversation with me but mostly men trying get into my knickers.
"Oh my god who is that?" says a one of them laughing. I turn to see Richard in full black suit and bow tie. I felt so sorry for him.