Leaving Raddling Close Part 9 of 9
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(Authors note: Please read Part 1 before reading this.)
Sally was upstairs freshening up after her threesome with Len and John, leaving Steve in a pensive mood in the living room downstairs. On the coming Wednesday, they would be leaving the Close and returning to Birmingham, bringing to an end a year of wild living as they introduced new friends to the joys of an alternative lifestyle. The thought of going back made Steve roll back through his memories.
He had joined Ballcock's Plumbing Supplies as soon as he left school at eighteen. He took a job working behind the counter in their local depot. At first, he knew nothing about plumbing equipment or fittings, but he was a quick learner and soon customers would seek him out as he knew what they wanted and where to find it. After four years ‘on the frontline', he applied for a job in Logistics at the regional headquarters. To his surprise, he got it and started in the offices just outside Sutton Coldfield. Logistics' desks and offices were right next to the Major Accounts team. Sally was credit controller in that department. How his opinion of Sally changed.
His first impression was how attractive she was. Pretty face, but in a sexy way, certainly not the demure English rose that you would want to take to meet your mother. A lot of black hair, almost waist length when it was left down, clear skin that easily took a tan, and dark brown eyes. And her figure was slim, long legs, perky tits and a bum that was always encased in spray-on jeans.
Within days he found out she was a commensurate flirt, going fast and loose with just about any man in the office. Men from other departments would find an excuse to come to their floor just to ogle and flirt with Sally. He soon picked up on the gossip that she was easy with her favours, as his mother would have said.
At that time Steve was still living at home and his mother's ideas still had a strong hold over him. His mother certainly would not approve of Sally and so Steve did not either. Well, during the day. At night, when he was wanking as quietly as he could in his bed, it was Sally's face, Sally's body, Sally coming onto him, Sally riding him that filled his mind. What a slut she was.
When he was younger, he had always fancied the pretty girls at school, but they had no time for a skinny lad with little confidence. Most of them left at sixteen and ended up pregnant within a year or two. During his A-levels (Exams you take at 18 for the non-Brits!) he unconsciously switched his attentions to more demure girls, but the result was the same.
His first sexual experience came after he had started work. Tina. She drove one of the forklifts in the yard, had massive tits that were never in a bra but otherwise was kind of average build. And she was forty, smoked, swore, wore shorts summer and winter, and had a record of shagging every man that worked there. And a few of the delivery drivers that brought goods in. Steve didn't know it, but his turn was on Tina's schedule.
Steve stayed late to store away a delivery that turned up just as they closed. Tina had unloaded the pallets and brought them into the stores receiving area, where Steve directed her to place the pallets on the shelving. It was gone six-thirty by the time it was all squared away, and they were the only people there. While Tina put her forklift on charge, Steve locked the main gate, closed the goods inward doors and went into the counter area. As he did, he saw Tina.
She was sitting on the staff side of the counter, work boots still on. And nothing else. Steve felt the adrenaline dump into his bloodstream. Fight or flight.
“Come here, Steve. Don’t be shy. You’ll enjoy it!”
Despite his mind screaming ‘no!’, his feet moved him towards her. As he got closer her legs moved further and further apart, giving a full view of her trimmed, but hairy, pussy.
“Ever eaten pussy?”
Someone said 'no' for him.
“If you won’t eat it, you can’t shag it. That’s my rule!”
He was between her knees now and she reached forward, placing her hands on the back of his head. With a sudden pull, she buried his face into her hairy, wet, pungent lips.
“Lick and suck and you’ll get a fuck!”
He could stop himself. He had dreamed of eating pussy since he was sixteen. Just not a forty-year-old one. But regardless of what his mind said his tongue got to work. Avidly.
“Ohh! You dark horse. I heard you’re a virgin, so where did you learn this?”
She lay back, replacing her hands by clamping her thighs on the side of Steve’s head. He couldn’t hear a thing but kept sucking. A slightly salty taste joined in on his palette. Suddenly Tina’s thighs released him, she sat bolt upright and screamed ‘Oh FUCK!’ He recoiled, worried about what he had done.
“Jesus!”
Tina shook her head.
"Come here!" It was a command. Steve took a step forward. Tina ripped at his overalls, sending the buttons in all directions. His belt was undone with ease, zip down and cock pulled out. While he was eating he had started to get a hard-on, but the shock of Tina's reaction had reversed that, leaving it enlarged but by no means stiff. She slid off the counter and down on her knees. Pushing her tits together she engulfed his cock in her cleavage, briskly rubbing her tits up and down his shaft. His erection returned quickly, and he thought he was about to cum when Tina stopped her tit job and turned around.
“Get it in there!”
Steve wasn’t sure and didn’t move. Tina’s hand reached out, grabbed his cock, and pulled him towards her. When he was close she pushed back and his cock disappeared into her slippery cunt. He didn’t need to move as she did it all for him, slapping her arse back against his body while her hand rubbed up and down between her legs. Suddenly she shook, and Steve unloaded into her with a loud groan.
A moment later, Tina was putting on her shorts. Steve was still standing there, trousers down around his ankles. She shook his softened cock and said ‘Goodnight’. Steve was no longer a virgin.
Sally came downstairs pulling Steve out of his walk down memory lane. For their next guest, she was all in black leather. A waistcoat, with a deep scoop top and lacing across the front opening, showed off most of her breasts, pushing them up and out. A leather thong did little to cover her pussy. From the top of her lips, it was barely visible, mainly due to the fact they were still swollen from the session with Len and John less than half an hour ago. The thigh length leather boots had sky-high heels and a lace all the way up the back.
“How do I look?” she asked, doing a twirl.
“Splendid,” replied Steve and reached out his hand. Sally took a step forward so her pussy slid into his palm. He squeezed her lips together, then slipped a finger inside. She was so wet and slippery. His cock gave a kick and he wondered about cancelling Mr Sugden from number six and just getting on top of Sally. He decided not to and settled for just licking his finger. A slightly salty taste told him not all of John’s load had dribbled out.
Mr Sugden, and they always called him that although they knew his first name was Lew, was ex-military. He’d been a Major they had learned. Sadly, his wife had died about two years ago of cancer, leaving him both saddened and lonely. They had started to talk to him in the Cock, usually on a Sunday lunchtime. He had told them it was the day he most missed his wife as she always cooked him a Sunday roast. A few weeks later they invited him to join them on the Sunday after the pub.
Over lunch, and a few glasses of Rioja, they learned a lot about him, his army career, and that he had quite a naughty streak. A tale about some R&R in Hong Kong was more than a bit tasty with a girl-on-girl and threesome experience. Some weeks later they also found out that he mitigated his loneliness by having an escort around now and again.
The doorbell rang. Steve came back into the room with Mr Sugden. He was early fifties, still with a taught stance, with touches of grey over his temples. He walked to Sally, took and kissed her hand, before standing back to admire her costume.
“My, you are splendid, my dear!” he said with a lick of his lips. “So nice of you to cater for an old man like me!”
“It’s a pleasure,” purred Sally in return.
Mr Sugden slipped his blazer off and draped over a chair back.
"Please take a seat," said Sally, indicating a nice, winged back, leather chair. She stepped over his left leg, her back to him, and bent over at her hips to slowly remove his shoe and sock. His face beamed at the sight of Sally's, all but bare arse, just in front of him. The left side done, she repeated the processes on the right. His tie was next, which Sally placed on his blazer. She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it to both sides and then ran her hands over his chest, finishing by dragging her nails down his body, not drawing blood, but leaving a red mark. Mr Sugden loved it, wincing as she did it. His belt and trousers came next leaving him naked but for his open shirt. His cock was stood to attention, the end of it red and angry.
Steve had started the small video camera when Sally had removed his footwear so now moved a little closer to get a better shot of her efforts. She barged his legs apart and stood right next to the chair. He reached out towards her thong only to get his hands smacked. He withdrew them.
“You can now,” she said softly and he repeated his move, this time pulling the belt of the thong down over Sally’s hips, over the top of her boots from where it fell to the ground and she stepped out of it. The palm of his hand slid across her pussy, a finger dipping into her, bringing out wetness that he spread around her clit.
"Gently!" she chided as his fingertip tricked her hardening clit.
Her hands went onto his cock, slid down it and onto his balls. She clawed her fingers and ran her nails back upwards, dragging his sack, and then running the full length of his shaft. He winced again, filled with pleasure.
“Are you ready for me?” she asked.
“Yes!” was the trembling reply.
She straddled him, lowering herself on to the cock that he held upright for her. She slowly consumed him until her lips were pressed against his body. She rocked her hips gently back and forth, forcing his cock to move around in her pussy. She squeezed his left nipple hard, making it flush red, then repeated it on his right nipple, all the time fixing his gaze and rocking on his cock.
Sally squeezed up his right nipple, then took a clothespeg from the left pocket of her waistcoat and attached it low down on his nipple, making it red then pale. He smiled in response. Sally repeated the process, taking a peg from the right pocket, and began to bounce quickly and forcefully on his cock. After a few bounces, she leant forward and presented her left nipple just in front of his lips.
“Kiss my nipple, Mr Sugden.” It was a command and not a request.
He kissed her nipple.
She gave three vigorous bounces, causing him to catch his breath then presented her right nipple.
“Kiss my nipple, Mr Sugden.” He did, and Sally bounced on his cock again, this time clenching her pussy onto his shaft. He gasped.
“Suck my nipple, Mr Sugden,” Sally commanded presenting her left nipple to his mouth. He took the whole nipple into his mouth.
“Harder, Mr Sugden.”
“Much harder, Mr Sugden!” His cheeks went hollow as he gave her the hardest suck he could. Suddenly she pulled away from him, stretching her nipple until it popped out from his lips. He was no longer passively sitting there but was now pushing up into her.
‘It’s time for a change,’ she thought and rose off him, stepped backwards off the chair and for the second time that afternoon went on all fours. Mr Sugden followed her off the chair, knelt behind her and pushed his cock back into her hot, wet pussy. He slipped his hand around her thigh and onto her clit. As he began to pump in and out of her, he gave her clit a brisk up and down rub.
Sally's response was immediate. She started to push back onto him, slapping her arse against his body. Her back curved and neck arched. With each slam into her, her hair waved in an arc and her tits swung back and forward. It didn't take long. The orgasm hit suddenly as if coming out of nowhere. She stopped pushing onto him, and waves of pleasure ran through her. She moaned loudly.
Mr Sugden withdrew his cock and she was still convulsing with pleasure. He sat back down on the chair and waited for her to recover. Sally turned over sitting briefly on her arse while she tossed her hair off her face. She pulled the pegs off without opening them, making Mr Sugden wince, then grin with the pleasure of the pain. Sally pounced on his cock, devouring it into her mouth while her hand rubbed up and down on the lower part of his shaft. As soon as she started bobbing her head up and down, lips pursed together, and her other hand holding his balls, he pumped hot, salty cum into her mouth. She kept it engulfed for the first two spurts then pulled away, letting his third squirt splash onto her tits. It dribbled between them and on down towards her navel, but she caught it with her fingers then licked them clean.
After he had shot his load, Mr Sugden had collapsed back into the chair. Recovering he pulled himself upright.
“Did you get all that?” he said to Steve.
“Every bit!” Steve replied, making sure the camera saved the video away.
“Excellent!” replied Mr Sugden, “It will make a very happy reminder of your time in the Close for me.”
To be continued...
Thank you for reading this episode. If you enjoyed it, please leave a comment! Check back soon for episode 3, thanks, Rex
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