Chapter I
The five year old stood at the very top of the climbing frame and folded her arms defiantly. "No," she shouted with a steely determination.
"Come on. It is going to rain," the young mother repeated but the girl sneered at her mother standing akimbo ten feet below.
"Mummy, not coming down," the young girl shouted stubbornly. "Not been here long enough."
Rhea scowled at her errant offspring. "Izzy. You will come down now," she shouted firmly but the girl shook her head resolutely.
"You can't make me," the girl teased and Rhea Williams sighed. It was not the first time her daughter had been disobedient and naughty and her hot-headed stubborn nature, that sometimes bordered on malevolence, mirrored her own personality with worrying accuracy. She looked at her watch: it was half-past four and her partner, Izzy's father, would be home shortly; she needed to start cooking dinner.
Rhea looked around the deserted adventure playground and rationalised. Her daughter was out of reach, she was too high up, but eventually she would get bored, surely?
"If you don't come down now, we won't come back," Rhea threatened and Izzy snarled.
"We come here 'cause I drive you crazy," the young girl responded, repeating a well-worn accusation often thrown at her by the exasperated mother.
The 5ft 6in Rhea tried bribery, offering the infant "a trip to the newsagents to get a chocolate bar" which was firmly rejected.
"Try harder, Mummy," the five year old teased and moved to the highest part of the climbing frame. "Can't get me." Rhea tried blackmail, coercion, threats, bribery again and then pure anger, but eventually she gave up and had to climb onto the metal frame in the pouring rain to retrieve her corybantic daughter and drag her onto solid ground. Izzy got a smack on the back of her legs for her wilful disobedience, but this did not seem to bother her in the slightest as she gleefully jumped from puddle to puddle on the way home.
Rhea thought heavily as she escorted her daughter through the pouring rain. She desperately wished Simon, her long-term partner, would manage to spend a bit more time at home; Izzy was always better behaved when he was around. She knew his job was very demanding, but she did have a lot of work to do herself -- housework, childcare and a 30-hour a week job - and she wondered if he knew how much she did?
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The sounds of flesh slapping together echoed around the small office, but Simon didn't care. The eighteen year-old sales assistant squealed as his thick cock rammed into her tight, slick opening. She briefly opened her eyes on his desk but, the ceiling light directly above he was too bright and she closed them again.
Alison groaned loudly as her deputy manager rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. Her legs began to quiver and her fingers dug into the side of the wooden desk.
Simon groaned as he exhaled sharply, the internal muscles of the young girl was clamping down on his cock wonderfully. He was nearing his climax, he began pumping into the girl faster and faster, the table shaking the last few documents onto the floor.
Alison cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as the waves of immoral pleasure swept through her. Simon grabbed hold of her hips and pivoted into her faster than before. Her muscles gripped his cock and he moaned as he pumped his seed into the condom.
They stayed for a brief moment, savouring the aftershocks and then slowly disentangled themselves. "We made a mess of your office," Alison said surveying the wreckage with her wild hair and smudged make-up.
"S'ok," the Deputy Manager said with a grin. "It'll clean up."
Alison smoothed out the white blouse of her uniform and picked up her skirt from the floor. Simon grinned as she looked for her knickers and he picked them up off the pot plant in the corner of the room.
"A keepsake?" Simon asked and Alison blushed. Rumours of Simon's womanising had swept around the office, but she never expected the handsome Deputy Manager to be interested in her. She was blown away when he asked her on a date two months previous and still could not believe that he was with her, although their snatched rendezvouses were always sexual.
Of course, he still lived with his long-term partner, but she didn't make him happy; he had told her on one of their dates and he was planning to leave her. Alison had let him know that she wanted him to move in with her and he had let her believe that one day she would be Mrs Matheson and have children, and all would be well. "So honey," Alison asked as she smoothed out the navy skirt. "When are you going to move in with me?"
Simon flinched and sucked in his lips. "I don't know babe, it's not great right at the moment, but soon. Real soon."
"But you do love me, don't you?"
Simon gave a grin and nodded. "Yeah, of course I do." It was almost too easy.
Alison skipped out of the office and he leant up against the wall of his small office in the flagship Watford store of his northern Supermarket chain. His office was a mess, and he better tidy it up. It wouldn't do much for his job if the elderly Store Manager came in to see him with the room in this state. Grudgingly, he started retrieving documents, pens, staplers and knickers that had been scattered around his desk.
He could do nothing about the faint smell of human arousal and sweat in this room; he could hardly leave the window open overnight, but did his best with some peach air freshener that masked it significantly.
Simon looked at the clock and swore: he was going to be late home and Rhea would kill him. Scampering out of his office, he ran through the warehouse, grabbing a cheap bottle of wine on the way through and made it to his car in the manager's car park, ensuring he dumped the used condom, wrapped in tissue paper, in the outside bin.
He would not have wanted to explain that to Rhea if she had found that!
Chapter II
"You're late," Rhea shouted from the kitchen. Simon ignored her and went into the small lounge and greeted his daughter who was watching television.
"Hey trouble," Simon said as he bounded into the room and picked up his daughter. He threw Izzy into the air and caught her before spinning her 'round in circles. Izzy giggled uncontrollably.
Rhea appeared with a couple of letters addressed to them both, and kissed him on the cheek. "Hi hun. These came for you."
Simon took them and forced a smile. Rhea noticed the hesitancy and scowled slightly. "Any problems?"
Simon shook his head quickly. "Oh no. But you know banks. Every twenty seconds, here's a statement. Anyway, how was your day?"
Rhea glowered at her dogmatic daughter who had wrapped her tiny arms around her father's waist. "Fine until this one started in the park."
"Oh, Izzy," Simon said to their daughter, who feigned ignorance at the suggestion she had been badly-behaved, and Simon passed a bottle of wine to his partner who kissed him in appreciation.
"It's not chilled but it will do. We got Lasagne for tea, and I'm dishing in two minutes, go wash your hands and get changed," Rhea told them and Simon took Izzy, and the letters, upstairs.
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Simon leant over the couch and Rhea wrapped her arms around her soaking wet partner after he came out of the bathroom. He had been having showers when he returned from work recently and complained vociferously about his office being too hot in the Summer weather, but she preferred his manly smell to that of the teenage shower gel he often bought. He was 24 not 14, but his choice of bathroom products belied this fact.
Simon kissed his partner in their lounge as he came out of the bathroom. She massaged his tongue with hers and slid her hands down his flanks, cupping his rear through the towel, squeezing the worn cotton.
"I love you," she whispered in his ear and slid off the sofa onto her knees. She pushed the towel, wrapped around his waist, open and gave her lover's cock a few strokes with her fist, gripped tightly around his inflating member.
Simon groaned. Rhea could always make him feel special, and her firm grip of his dick sent shockwaves through his loins. Rhea slid her hands around Simon's thighs and grabbed hold of his buttocks. She squeezed them and then brought her lover closer to her, and slipped his cock in her mouth.
Rhea lovingly slurped on Simon's cock, bobbing up and down the shaft. She had taught herself how to deep throat using the Internet and practising on her dildo a couple of years ago and surprised him with it on their "anniversary," but the act of doing so always drove him wild.
Rhea pushed her tongue out as far it would go, opened her mouth and slid Simon's member up to the hilt. Her tongue brushed up against Simon's balls and she started massaging his cock with her throat muscles. His pubic hair tickled her nose; he must get the cut, she thought.
Simon grunted, and mewed while panting. While Rhea's mouth bounced up and down on Simon's manhood, her fingers inched along his buttocks and reached his rosebud. She was told by a former girlfriend of her brother's that men loved having their ass and perineum massaged during a blowjob, and she had tried this with her boyfriend with relish.
Simon felt the insides of his loins ignite. His girlfriend always gave him the most unbelievable pleasure, and had done for years. He groaned, and grunted, mewed and moaned. Spluttering for air, he panted as his prostate steadied his genitals for a release.
"Babe," he muttered. "Oh god, Rhea. I love you so much."
Rhea smiled and pushed down on his rosebud at the same time the tip of her tongue waggled the head of Simon's cock.
Simon erupted and waves of semen spewed out of him and into the willing mouth of Rhea. Rhea swallowed Simon's cum and then milked the last few drops by squeezing his penis down his shaft with her mouth. She never liked the taste of semen, but Simon liked her to swallow, and making Simon happy made her happy.
Simon smiled at his lover and she looked up. "Your turn," he muttered and lifted Rhea onto the sofa. Rhea slid down her tatty tracksuit bottoms and he beamed at her shaven crotch. Rhea kept herself shaved as Simon loved her without pubic hair, with the young mother shaving herself a couple of times a week.
