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”
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.
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”
