(Part 01)
Tony Chester and Helen Gearing worked for O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, Tony in Shallowfield and Helen in Purplemere, and she had been trying to get in his trousers for two years but he had always resisted because he was happily married to Gemma and she gave him all the sex he could ever want.
Plus she was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits.
His resistance was finally broken one summer night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the presence that her car had broken down.
While he was looking under the bonnet she was divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.
He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.
Unfortunately for him as the fun began he discovered that she liked to give instructions
“Rub me hard”
“Yes touch me there”
“Oooh do that”
“Oooh do this”
Which went on for a while and her constant instructions really pissed him off so he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car
“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”
And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her and fucked her hard.
Then he left Helen sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.
And as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text from her
“Let’s do that again”
Well he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if he could guarantee she would shut up, but that was very likely.
But the text’s kept coming from her begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.
Until one Saturday afternoon about two months after he had last shagged her, she turned up at the Shallowfield Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.
She put on her tightest most revealing leggings sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra she looked good enough to eat and smelt divine.
“No” he said as she walked in the office, but he still went hard
“Oh Tony please” she begged “I’m so horny”
“No” he repeated
“Why?”
“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you telling me what to do”
“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”
“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you go”
“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you ask”
“Anything?” he asked
“Yes anything” Helen agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”
(Part 02)
Parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Tony had in mind was perfect.
“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked one last time
“Absolutely” she confirmed
He went to a colleague’s desk and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.
“What are they for?”
“A gag” he replied and she turned up her nose “it’s alright they’re clean”
But she wasn’t convinced
“You did say anything” he reminded her
“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth he gagged her and tied the legs behind her head in a bow.
He thought he might tell her later that he’d lied about them being clean.
Tony then lead her by the hand out to the warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.
“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied, but stood holding her clothes to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.
Tony then tied her to the wooden rails that ran the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots being sold on Monday belonging to a deceased magician.
And when he’d finished and she looked like a large pink huge breasted starfish he did all the things to her that he wanted to do the last time and when he’d made her cum until her knees went weak he fucked her.
He left Helen hanging from the cargo restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home.
He walked back inside and climbed into the van.
“Are you ok?” he asked but she shook her head so he undid her gag
“What’s wrong?”
“I need a drink” she replied and then added quietly “and I need to pee”
He went away and when he returned he was carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.
She was very grateful for the water and drank half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.
“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she said “please, I’ve been good”
“You said anything” he reminded her
“I know” she said “But...”
“No buts” he said “anything means anything, and a promise is a promise”
Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket between her legs and after a moment she let it go and pissed and pissed and pissed.
“God that was sexy” he said
“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked
“Only in a good way” he replied as he put the bucket down
Tony let her finish the rest of the water and then said
“It’s time to play again”
And she opened her mouth so he could replace the gag.
(Part 03)
With Helen bound and gagged Tony used her and abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and invited him to taste.
After noshing her to yet another orgasm he released her bonds and she fell in to his arms and held on tightly to him.
She was still breathing hard and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.
They stood in that embrace for several minutes while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.
It was also a chance for him to get his second wind before the final act.
“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”
She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.
“There is still one more bit of fun to be had” he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.
He paused briefly in the show room while he stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.
He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best of his knowledge a Helen.
He had her laid in such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.
He didn’t withdraw as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent in situ.
If he had she would probably still been lying there come Monday morning.
So Tony helped her dress herself and then had to drive her home.
She was so exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot.
When he reached her house she kissed him tenderly and asked
“Are we ever going to do that again?”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes please” she said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”
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