I sent Jen home–she had things to tell her husband Graham. I let Nigel spend the night. I let him curl up on the floor next to my bed–I did give him a blanket. Next morning, as I was showering before work, it finally hit me. Graham. Graham–could that be the same Graham who I met at the Sex Shop? Who I had tied up at home? Whose picture I had, while he was tied to my spare bed?
“Well,” I thought as I got out of the shower, “Guess I’ll find out soon enough.”
Nigel had made me some breakfast (just some jam and toast and a cup of coffee) while I was in the shower. “Thank you, boy.”
“You’re welcome Mistress.” he paused. “Mistress, will you be wanting me tonight?”
“I will, yes. Be here by eight o’clock.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Do you need to go somewhere now?”
“Yes, Mistress. I need to go to work.”
“Off you go then. See you later.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
And off he went. Shortly afterwards, dressed in a trouser suit and black high heels I set off for work. It was only day two at the mail order place–but yesterday seemed like ages ago. Anyway, I got there at just before nine and met Liz in the mail room.
“Hi Nicki, how are you?”
“Very well, thanks. And you?”
“Good! The meeting with the supplier went well yesterday–in fact we need to go back up this afternoon for a follow-up. Do you mind holding the fort?”
“No problem.”
“Oh! I hope the cleaner didn’t surprise you yesterday. I forgot to mention him.”
I smiled inwardly, “No problem. And yes, we met. It was fine. I think I surprised him more than he surprised me.”
I got on with some desk work while Liz and her husband dealt with the orders that had come in during the night. The work wasn’t exactly scintillating, but I supposed that the money would pay the bills. And there was always the ‘returns’ cupboard.
After Liz and hubby left around lunchtime, I took another look through the cupboard, but really, I had had the best of the pickings the previous day. That’s where I was when the cleaner came by.
“Oh. Hello,” he said. “I didn’t know if you’d be here today.”
I smiled back at him–as if nothing had happened between us the previous day, “Yup! I’m here!”
“Is Liz around?”
I shook my head. “Why?”
“Its just there are some men downstairs–two of them. And they’re looking for Liz.”
“No worries,” I replied, “I’ll go speak to them.”
I didn’t actually get downstairs. Just as I opened the office door, they reached the landing. They looked like a couple of thugs. Big, broad, very little hair; dressed in jeans and leather jackets.
“Liz?” The talker had a tattoo on his neck, sticking out from his t-shirt.
“I am sorry. Liz is out for the rest of the day. Perhaps I can help?”
I ushered them through into the office and sat them down on a sofa in there.
I sat on the arm chair opposite the sofa, “So,” I said, “I am Nicki. How can I help?”
Tattoo man spoke, “We’re debt collectors.”
My heart sank. I didn’t hear all of what he said, I had gone into a bit of a daze. I caught “£2345.67” and “overdue by one hundred and twenty days,” and “bailiffs” and the name of the company they were collecting for.
Then I snapped out of my daze. “Wait a minute. Did you say £2345.67?”
“Yes.”
“I remember now. It’s a funny number. I wrote a cheque for that yesterday, and got it in the last post.”
“I am sorry, Miss… Nicki?”
I nodded.
“But in our profession, there’s a saying: ‘that’s what they all fucking say.’ Pardon my French.”
“But it’s true.” I repeated. “Look. Liz knew she was behind with getting her bills paid. That’s why she employed me. I started yesterday, and the very first thing I did was write out cheques to the suppliers. And I remember writing one for £2345.67.” I leaned forward in my chair, letting the two of them see a little cleavage. “Is there nothing we can do?”
Tattoo man looked over at the other one. “Ed?”
Ed stroked his chin pensively. “I’m not really sure. What did you have in mind?”
“Could you come back tomorrow?” I suggested. “Liz would be here too, and you could confirm that the cheque has arrived.”
“Mmm,” said Ed. “You know it costs money to collect debts. If we don’t have anything to show for this visit, we can’t really charge our client.”
“But your client didn’t really need you. The invoice is already paid.”
“What if,” I started, “What if you never really came today at all. What if you came tomorrow; then we could call your client and confirm they received the cheque. Or they might even call and cancel first thing when they get the cheque. It really is in the post.”
Ed chuckled and so did tattoo man. “But we are here. We have taken the time to come and visit you. So what’s in it for us?”
What indeed? Here I was. I had only known Liz and Ben since the day before and here I was contemplating… Contemplating what? What would I do now to diffuse this situation. It wasn’t a situation of my making–it was Liz and Ben who’d failed to pay their bills… Tattoo man and Ed were both well built; and, as I thought about it, the only one in my flat last night who hadn’t ended up sexually satisfied was me–what was that about?
I bit my lip. “What if…” I said, “What if I tried to persuade you to come back tomorrow.”
Tattoo cottoned on. “I think,” he replied, “that you’d have to be quite… persuasive.”
“I can be… very persuasive.”
I leaned even further forward in my chair, smiling at the two lecherous sods and letting them see the full glory of my cleavage, at least as well as I could before I unbuttoned my blouse. Then, I unbuttoned my blouse. They leered at me as I undid the buttons and slowly revealed the white bustier I wore underneath it. I stood up and took off my suit jacket, then shrugged my blouse from my shoulders, smiling down at them. They glanced at one another and exchanged a look. A look that said, “Nice one!”
I knelt down between them and grabbed their thighs; Ed with my left hand, tattoo with my right. I raked my fingernails down their jeans, then leaned forward to press my breasts against their legs. It was Ed who reached out and grabbed the hair at the back of my head. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me savagely. All I could do was groan–well, not quite all. I reached up and rubbed my hand against his crotch, feeling his cock grow at my touch. When he released me from the kiss, I sighed. Tattoo grabbed my right hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. They were both… well built.
Ed undid his own jeans and fished out his cock. He was circumcised and thick–a good seven inches of man meat. I reached out my hand and grasped it, feeling it move in my hand like it had a life of its own. Tattoo followed suit and revealed a longer, more slender member, already glistening with pre-cum at the tip. I soon had my hand wrapped around that one too. What a lucky girl!
I stroked both cocks together, up and down, up and down. As I leaned forward to let them feel my breath on their cocks, I felt hands on my breasts, mauling me through my bustier. Ed got it first: my lips around the head of his cock as I pumped him. His head fell back, eyes closed and I clasped his cock tighter and wanked him for all I was worth. I felt tattoo’s fingers sipping under my bustier and pinching my nipple. I gasped and came up for air, then switched over to take his cock. Still stroking both men in unison, but this time tattoo felt my warm wet mouth engulf him.
When I came up for air, I whispered, “See what I mean? Pretty persuasive, eh?”
The two of them smiled down at me; it was Ed who replied, “So far, so good.”
He grabbed my hair again and pulled me up so he could kiss me. He fumbled with the zip on my trousers, but I knew what he wanted–or thought I did. I stood for a moment and slipped off my shoes and trousers, standing there in a white thong that matched my bustier–one nipple sticking out now. He beckoned to me and I stepped forward. Ed grabbed my arse and pulled me down to sit astride him. I felt him pull at the thong before he ripped it off me. Then his cock was pressing at my cunny–my dripping wet snatch. I gasped as he entered me–God, what a feeling–what a girth. My cunt felt tight around him; he held my waist tight and thrust himself into me. I looked down at him, my mouth an O.
Tattoo stood up and went around behind me, and Ed pulled me down against him, my chest pressed against his. Then I felt the tip of tattoo’s cock between my cheeks. My arse cheeks. He spat on my bum (I suppose that was something) then pushed, slowly but relentlessly, until the head of his cock slipped into my tight, tight arsehole. I squealed; half delight, half surprise. Thank God it was this way around–Ed felt tight enough in my snatch–let alone my bum.
The two of them fucked me in a kind of off-rhythm syncopated way. I was always full of cock, it just switched between my pussy and my arse–but what a feeling! I was buzzing. I bounced up and down on Ed’s thick cock and tattoo tried to keep up.
“Okay boys,” I whispered huskily, “This is about as persuasive as I get.”
Then, pow! My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I came suddenly, almost unexpectedly–perhaps it was when Ed and Tattoo finally found their rhythm and thrust into me at the same time. But every muscle in my body tensed and then relaxed, leaving me in a euphoric state, halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness.
It was only when the door opened that I came out of my reverie. Liz put her head around the door, “Jesus!” she said. “Ed, Andy! What are you doing here?”
Tattoo (Andy I suppose) responded, “What does it fucking look like?”
I stood up and tried to make myself look presentable; I pulled on my trousers (no knickers) and my shoes, straightened up my bustier (hiding both nipples), then put on my blouse.
“Ed, you know better than this.”
“What’s up?”
“You’re taking advantage of me,” said Liz.
“Well, actually, I think we took advantage of her,” he replied, jerking his thumb in my direction.
“I spoke to you yesterday! I told you Nicki was posting the cheque.
“And we are good,” he replied.
I laughed. It wasn’t worth getting upset–especially since I was the only one who came… those two still had hard-ons when Liz had them do up their jeans and bugger off.
Liz was apologetic, but I told her it was fine. I was a bit embarrassed that she had seen me like that, but it kind of cemented a friendship; she realised there weren’t too many temps who would try to keep their boss out of trouble like that.
Anyway, it turned out that the follow-up meeting had been cancelled, but Liz and Ben didn’t know that ’til they got to London. Then they’d turned right back around and came home. Liz let me go home early that day–which was a good thing too, as I was expecting company.
…ooOoo…
Nigel arrived first–he was early. The way he dressed didn’t give anything away about what he was really like–though I suppose he couldn’t have worn tight jeans without showing off the shape of his cock cage. He had only been there a few minutes when there was another knock at the door. When I went to answer it, I saw that an envelope had been slipped underneath. It was a large brown envelope and completely unmarked. I opened it and pulled out a big, glossy, slightly grainy photo: me, fucking Nigel’s arse while he licked Jen’s pussy. It took my breath away. My voyeur was watching last night–and he did have a camera. I turned over the picture, and saw a handwritten scrawl: “So glad you don’t close the curtains.”
I hardly had time to put the picture back in the envelope before there was another knock at the door. When I opened it, I saw a smiling Jen and a very, very nervous Graham–and it was the same Graham! The Graham I had met at the sex shop!
“Come in, come in,” I said. “Lovely to see you.” I ushered them both into the living room. “You know,” I continued, “As I think about it, the only people who don’t know each other are you,” I pointed at Graham, “And you,” I pointed at Nigel. “Graham, meet Nigel. Nigel, meet Graham.”
Jen looked bewildered. I smiled, “Jen, my dear, I have met your husband before, but he might not have mentioned it. I can’t imagine how nervous he was as he realised where you were taking him tonight. It’s a wonder he hasn’t had a heart attack.”
Jen turned to Graham, aghast. I put my hand on her arm, “Please don’t worry. It’s all right. We can talk about it later. But, in the interests of full disclosure, I have met Graham, and in fact I met him at the sex shop where we went. If you feel he ought to be punished for keeping that secret from you, I am sure I could arrange that for you.”
“I think so, Miss,” replied Jen. “Yes.”
I nodded and turned to Nigel. “Bring me your key, boy.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I turned to Graham. “I think you need to kneel–to show some humility to your dear wife, and my friend.”
Graham fell to his knees as Nigel returned and handed me his key. “Thank you, boy,” I said. “Undress please.” He did as he was bid and seconds later was standing there naked in front of us, wearing nothing but his cage. I leaned forward and unlocked it, and carefully slipped his cock and balls from their restraint. Nigel had a semi, which, in the circumstances, shouldn’t have surprised me.
“Jen, my dear, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” I suggested. “Graham, show me how good you are at sucking cock.”
He went wide eyed. Clearly I had told him to do something he had never done before; perhaps something about which he had been curious, but he’d never sucked a cock before. He hesitated.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, letting him know I meant business. He shuffled forwards on his knees until he was right in front of Nigel, whose cock was growing by the moment. Graham reached out and gingerly took Nigel’s cock in his hand, pumping it a few times. Nigel’s eyes closed. Was he imagining it was someone else touching him, or was he reveling in Graham’s humiliation?
Graham leaned forward and kissed the tip of Nigel’s cock. He was finding this difficult. He kissed it a few more times before bracing himself to go further. I stood behind him and slapped his face. “Come on! Show us how you suck cock!”
He opened his mouth and took Nigel’s glans into his mouth; slowly, apprehensively he took more and more of Nigel’s cock until he gagged. Graham backed off a little, and his lips tightened around Nigel’s member. Then he started rocking back and forth, slowly pumping Nigel’s cock as he sucked on it.
“That’s better,” I whispered. “Much better. But I ought to warn you, that Nigel can’t orgasm while he’s wearing his cage. So sometimes he is quite… frustrated when I take it off. If you’re good, he might give you a mouthful quite soon.”
A whine escaped Graham, and his face had reddened, but he kept on giving Nigel head. Nigel was clearly enjoying Graham’s ministrations as he started moaning and grabbed Graham’s head in his hands; he started to rock back and forth in time. Every so often Graham would gag again as Nigel’s cock hit the back of his throat. I glanced over at Jen and she was rapt–her hand had slipped between her legs and she was rubbing her pussy through her clearly damp panties.
“Miss…” whispered, Nigel. “Miss, may I…”
I knew what Nigel wanted. I paused, then turned to Jen with a grin. “Tell me your preference, swallow or spatter.”
She grinned back. “I have a better idea. Why not both?”
“Be my guest,” I replied with a smile.
Jen turned to Nigel. “Boy, you can cum, but wait until you withdraw before you ejaculate. Cum on his face.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Nigel pulled back, his cock right in front of Graham’s nose. Graham jerked his cock a few more times until Nigel, eyes closed again, spat spunk all over Graham’s face. The scene was electrifying. You could have heard a pin drop. Jen broke the silence. “Kneel boy.”
Nigel knelt, facing Graham. “Now listen carefully,” continued Jen, “Lick him clean, but don’t swallow. Understand?”
Nigel nodded, leaned forward and started to lick his own cum from Graham’s face. It took him a little while, and some of the spunk got more smeared than anything else, but when Jen was satisfied, she said, “Now kiss. Let him suck your spunk from your mouth.” And they did. Not only did they, but as they did, I glanced down at Graham’s trousers and they were tented–he had an enormous hard-on.
When they pulled away, Jen had them both open their mouths and they were empty. But for a few smears, all of Nigel’s spunk had ended up being swallowed by Graham. I wondered whether my voyeur had watched. I wondered if everyone’s pulse was a fast as mine.
“You can take your clothes off now too,” I said to Graham, and in no time he showed everyone in the room his erection. “Your wife needs some assistance,” I said, and Graham knelt in front of Jen and started to kiss up her legs. It wasn’t long before Jen was moaning as Graham’s tongue slipped inside her pussy. She grabbed his head and pulled him onto her, moaning for more, wanting his tongue deep inside her. Graham did his best, I’m sure, but he was still dazed from giving his first blow job.
I sat back in my arm chair and slipped off my trousers. I beckoned to Nigel and had him do for me what Graham did for Jen. We girls came within moments of one another as the boys tongue-fucked us to orgasm. By the time we came, Nigel was sporting a second hard-on.
I went into my bedroom and, for the second night in a row, returned wearing only my strap-on. Now there were three erect cocks in the room–although one was plastic! I had Graham sit back on the sofa and Jen sit astride him. She slowly fed her husband’s cock into her pussy, and he leaned forward to caress her breasts. I approached her from the back and let my strap-on slide along her crack. I teased her anus and made her moan, but with no lubrication, I couldn’t get the dildo into her arse.
“Come here, boy,” I said, “and suck on this.” Nigel realised what he had to do, and knelt before me, covering my dildo with his spit. When I tried a second time, holding onto Jen’s waist, I pushed the head of the dildo into her arse. She slowly started to rock back and forth as I had done with two real cocks only a few hours before.
“Dear oh dear, Jen.” I said.
“What?”
“You still have one empty hole,” I replied, “And Nigel’s cock’s going spare.”
When he stood next to the sofa, she could take him in her mouth. She rocked and moaned with a feeling of fullness I could only imagine. I grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples as I fucked her, and she squeezed Nigel’s balls as she sucked his cock. She couldn’t last long, and she didn’t. When the orgasm hit her, she responded like she was hit by a train. Her whole body convulsed and Nigel’s cock slipped from her mouth, but my dildo and Graham’s cock were filling her. She squealed and screamed as the pleasure crashed over her; then she fell forward, collapsed against her husband.
I grabbed Nigel’s cock by the root and wanked him until he spat his cum over Jen’s arse; moments later, Graham’s convulsions and groaning made it clear he’d shot his load deep in to his wife’s cunt.
Graham had had his punishment for his infidelity–or rather his dishonest–and Jen her reward for her forgiveness of him.
