Mrs Young.
The next year flew by, my workload full, a bank balance increasing everyday but more importantly my balls were constantly empty. A lot of my regular clients had given up the pretence of me doing odd jobs for them, instead just paid me for sex.
The alterations on the shop were nearly complete and although I had very little to do with the construction, still managed to Christen the changing rooms with Marge and give Aunty June a pussy massage on one of the new tables.
My life was well and truly on the up, my old banger was gone, replaced with a brand new Transit van, supplied by Jennifer's husband at trade price, with the name "SHAUN the HANDYMAN." Painted across the side panels. If you looked carefully, hidden inside the semi circle of the e in tiny letters, prurient was concealed.
Another big event was that, Becky was pregnant, although she insisted, I was not the father, I had my doubts. I had been having regular sex with both of them, Joanne was always with a condom, Becky was bareback and many times I emptied a full load inside her,
Angela, (We had progressed from me calling her Ms. Grey) thought it would be a good idea, that I should learn what she called, productive accountancy. So for the last few weeks, every Wednesday afternoon, I attended the office of Mr Tomos Young. Known as being the best creative Accountant in the area.
Tomos Young was the type of person, that within a few minutes of meeting him, you want to smack. He was short, fat and ugly, with manners, a pig would be ashamed of. He treated his staff like shit, even worse his wife, who happened to be his assistant and constantly referred to me as "THE BOY."
Emma Young was quite the opposite, charming and friendly, mid fifties, coloured hair, hiding any grey, impeccable make up and for an older woman, a body, that looked 20 years younger. Tomos sat behind an imposing desk, barking out orders, Emma sat at the other end of the desk, facing me as I sat at a small table. To be honest, whenever she could see me struggling to understand what her husband was telling me, she would come to my desk, either standing behind me or bending over it and explain it in simpler terms. On such occasions, I would try a little discrete flirting with her. She was either oblivious or chose to ignore it. That changed one particularity warm afternoon, I was running late, something he could not abide. After parking my van, I sprinted to his office, taking the stairs two at a time and when I reached my desk, I had built up quite a sweat. Once a my table grabbed the front of my tee-shirt and began wafting it. I caught Emma looking at me and I mouthed the words "HOT." She just nodded, before opening the top two buttons of her blouse and mimicking my actions. The following week, I made sure I arrived early, Emma was already there.
"Hi Shaun, how are you coping?"
I admitted to her, that I was finding all these facts and figures above me, maths was never my strong point in school. She strolled over to where I was sitting, bent over the desk,
"Let's see if we can make it easier for you."
As she did so, I got a magnificent view down her top, her unrestrained breasts, right before my eyes.
Looking at my crotch she laughed,
"Seems my intentions were wrong, I've made it hard for you."
"That you have." I replied trying to adjust my erection.
Tomos entered before we could say anything else and demanded we get down to work.
On and on he droned, I was totally lost or distracted would be a better way to describe it. Emma had moved her chair, to a position that I had a good look at her legs and at one time when she crossed them, her stocking tops were apparent. The minx was in full teasing mode, especially when she opened her legs, letting me see what I thought was her naked pussy. I accidentality dropped my pen and when I reached down to retrieve it, Emma spread her thighs wide apart and yes she wore no knickers.
"BOY!!!" Tomos shouted at me.
"Yesss sirrr." I stammered, thinking I had been caught looking up his wife's skirt.
"Did you hear me? Go get those files I want, now!"
Tempted to tell him to "Fuck off."
I responded in a slightly aggressive tone,
"I would, if I knew where to find them!"
I don't think he was expecting someone to stand up to him and his tone softened, just a little.
"Emma, would you show the boy, where we keep our old files." He asked his wife.
The room we entered was filled with filing cabinets and in its centre a small table. From behind me I heard the unmistakable sound of a door being locked. She was unbuttoning her blouse as she walked towards the table. Her large breasts fell forwards as she pulled the sides apart, compared to the size of her orbs, the nipples were quite small, but really erect. She hitched up her skirt, revealing her stockings and naked pussy, before sitting on the table.
"Right, you horny bastard, you have been teasing me for weeks, now it's time for action, but make it quick, we have only a few minutes." She said to me.
She soon had my trousers and pants down and quickly guided my cock to the entrance of her wet cunt. She gasped as I went fully in, burying my self to he hilt. She wanted a quickie and a quickie she would have. I fucked her harder and faster than I had ever done with a woman before. She was biting on my shoulder to stifle her moans and groans, her fingers digging deep into the bare flesh of my thrusting arse. The sploshing sounds emanating from between her legs, encouraging me to carry on. I was on the verge of exploding and she knew it, wrapping her legs around me, locking me in position, I had no other option but to unleash my load deep inside her and when I did she reciprocated by soaking me with her cum. Once she was sure I had no more for her, she pushed me away, redressed, pointed to a cabinet,
"You will find what he wants in there." She said.
When she left, I felt used, it was if she wanted some revenge on her pig of a husband and that I was it.
That evening as I lay in Marge's arms after enjoying her favourite type of sex, anal, I recounted the events of the afternoon. Her mood suddenly changed, with a look of deep concern and a voice that spoke of fear she said to me,
"Shaun, keep away, don't go anywhere near her again. Not only does Tomos Young control all the money in this town, but many years ago, he found out Emma was having an affair with a boy just about your age. A few days later, he was found dead, the victim of a hit and run. Although the police investigated, not as thorough as they should have, some say. The perpetrator was never found. Money buys silence, if you get my drift."
