Choice Tales from the Vale – (580) Me and Miss Scrooge

 

As Martin Saint emerged from the lane in the early hours, he smiled because he could still see a lot of lights burning at the snooker club, so he knew he had to investigate.

He went straight round the back and as expected the door wasn’t locked, so he opened the door quietly and stepped inside, and closed and locked the door behind him.

Then he tiptoed upstairs to where he knew “Scrooge” would be in her counting house, and approached the door until he could see Phylis Tucker seated at her desk.

She was a serious young woman in her late twenties, tall, skinny with black hair, and the reason she was thought of as Scrooge was both her curtness and her propensity to wear nothing but black.

From the doorway he said

“Good morning, Miss Scrooge”

“What are you doing here?” she asked startled

“I was just passing, and the door was open” he replied

“What do you want Mr. Saint?” she snapped “I’m very busy and it’s very late”

“Don’t worry” he said as he walked into the room “I’m not here to rob you”

“I don’t believe you” she said and then all of a sudden, she sprang up from the chair and made a lunge for the money and got there marginally before him, but he got a firm hold oh her wrists and used his body weight to pin her against the desk.

Then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled the notes from her small birdlike hands, which once empty she used to support her weight.

“That’s a lot of cash” he said

“I thought you weren’t here to steal from me” she cried

“I’m not” he said and opened the desk drawer and threw the loose fold of notes in the drawer and closed it.

Then as he was considering his next move, Phylis Tucker, aka Miss Scrooge, started to rub her bony arse against him.

“So you want to play, do you?”

She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and she pushed again against the lump in his trousers and then he began hiking up her black skirt; she always wore black, that was one of the things he liked about her, she was like a witch.

He released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.

It was a good quality garment, lined, and not from a catalogue, she was a classy witch, she always dressed well.

So Phylis was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms, and the hem of her skirt was halfway up her back.

Martin ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards, it was such a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick and her knickers came down at the same time.

So with knickers and tights safely around her knees and thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind, which he somehow doubted, in fact he thought that the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, his cock.

He undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade, and he thought if she was going to run that was the moment as he sat there and stared at her bony white arse, and as she fidgeted on the desk he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless and his cock responded so he probed a digit between her lips almost like checking the oil level on a car and Phylis let out a low moan and his finger came out wet.

“Come on then Ebeneezer if you want to play” he commanded and

Miss Scrooge, who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when she showed that she was no stranger to cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of his nob on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.

Martin thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and finish her off, but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to bust he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair and he stood up with his cock still in her and with five or six lengths he finished her over the desk.

He did think of spaffing his load all over her bony arse but she had been a surprisingly satisfying shag, so he emptied his lot inside her and when he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy he pulled her skirt down and wiped his greasy cock on it then put it back so she was left uncovered.

Martin redressed himself she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony arse and bejewelled Minge on full display.

He continued watching for a few minutes and she stirred and got to her feet then pulled up her knickers and tights and let her skirt fall and it bore a large greasy smear and when Phylis noticed it, she smiled.

“You see I told you I wasn’t going to steal from you, I didn’t even steal your virtue” he said

“Good night, Miss Scrooge and thank you”