Brief encounters: 10> the Subsequent Saturday
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Once again, post woman Helen Rose had another weekly package that Mark Griffith had to sign for, however, on this occasion she was somewhat taken by surprise as to who his guest was.

Returning to work on Monday, Rex informed me that my manager, Nigel Taylor, wanted to see me in his office. ‘Fucker,' I thought, suspecting that Griffith must have told him about the package after all.

"You wanted to see me, Nigel," I said, expecting a dressing down.

"What happened last Saturday," he rejoined.

Looking at Nigel, I noticed his expression was quite sober, considering.

"I had a run in with Mrs Davenport's dog," I began.

"Well, I suppose that explains it," Nigel said. "Though, in future, Helen, it's important that you return the palm reader after your round," he minded me, only to then enquire if anything else had occurred.

Realising I must have been wrong about Griffith, I explained what happened and left out what occurred inside Mark's flat. I then told Nigel that I was still shook up afterwards, and so I went directly home.

"Okay, then. I'll have a word with Mrs Davenport about her dog," Nigel assured me, and then excused me to get on with my daily morning round.

As far as Lucy's dog went, the week passed without incident. Then, around Thursday and again on Friday, my thoughts, as I delivered the post, returned to Mark and what I'd considered as I made my way home afterwards.

Okay, so he fucked my mouth and came on my face. He also made me cum countless times. I decidedly put his demeanour down to what he'd seen in the film we watched, the one Lucy's mutt got at and bit. After all that, I was in need of a fuck and Mark had hinted that may well be on offer.

Come Saturday morning, and, after a shower, I put on a new lacy bra and thong that I'd bought from M&S. The bra was the type that fastened at the front while the thong had a scoop front to it. If Griffith was going to saw the crotch along and back of my cleft, then...! For a skirt, I chose an ice blue one. Although it was the same reasonable length as the pastel yellow one I wore the previous Saturday, the broad waistband could be folded over, thereby making it shorter by some 8 centimetres (3 inches)

Additionally, I took a small bottle of perfume with me. Since I couldn't exactly put any on beforehand, I decided to apply it to the usual places in a supermarket's toilet.

Having collected up the sorted mail for my round, along with the palm reader, I noticed there was a long package for Griffith also. Thinking little of it (it didn't rattle) I went to the supermarket along the way, and subsequently began my Saturday postal round.

As I neared the houses and flats before Griffith, I felt a sudden mixture of daring do and arousal. Mark had what appeared to be two sides to him: The tender lover and the male animal. ‘Would I get more of the same this time,' I wondered, and in a seemingly masochistic way; as if I wanted Mark to be manly and animalistic towards me. One thing was sure, I had, after the divorce, not just missed sex, but missed having a man between my thighs and cunt lips, both of which were now humid and moist I noticed.

"Morning, Helen," he greeted me, and with a pleasant grin.

"I've got your usual," I said, returning his smiled greeting, one I was otherwise unable to control, what with my knowing what it was. "And this one," I informed him, as I handed both of them over.

Noticing that I had some more letters to deliver, Griffith took the long package and indicated that he'd sign for the ‘other' once I'd finished my round. He then, encouragingly, mentioned something about a surprise awaiting me.

‘Oh well, no backing out now,' I realised, not that I wanted to. And as I quickly completed my round, I wondered what he had intimated.

Having returned, when the door was opened I got more of a shock than a surprise. Instead of Mark it was my manager who answered the sound of the buzzer. ‘Christ. The fucker's told him,' I realised, why else would Nigel be there.

"Come in, Ms Rose," he said, and with an enigmatic expression; neither mad nor happy.

Showing me into the lounge, I was doubly shocked by what I saw on the table: A long slender sex toy that was laid across it, while next to that was a small metal butt plug and a box of condoms. It suddenly dawned on me why Mark hadn't fucked me - lack of protection. ‘Why was Nigel there,' I again wondered.

"Mark has a different version of what occurred last Saturday, Helen," exclaimed my manager, as I stood there with Griffith's package and the palm reader in my hands.

"She sucks dick quite submissively, don't you, Helen," Mark pronounced, as he took the items from me and then, having signed for the package, handed the reader to Nigel and unwrapped the DVD, which he then placed on the open tray of the recorder and subsequently closed it.

It now dawned on me, even more so when Nigel invited me to sit on the sofa, that he was the surprise. Both of them would be pleasuring and fucking me. Before I sat down, though, Mark instructed me to put the butt plug ‘up my ass' not in my ass. The sofa had also been slightly moved so that it was now horizontal instead of angled to the TV.

"I chose this one specifically for you, Helen. It's from the 1990's. The models had hairy pussies back then," he informed me.

"You're not shaved, then," remarked Nigel. "I'm rather partial to a hairy cunt," he added, before asking if I was comfortable. ‘Yes,' I smiled, convincingly, as the toy in my asshole felt both strange and intrusive at the same time.

The film was entitled ‘Gang bang girls II'. I, we, watched about 30 minutes of it before my concentration was broken. There was a group of four women, three blondes and a mousy blonde. Tina, the svelte one, had moved to the area for her husband's job and so was finding it hard to adjust. Sat around a circular picnic table, the others enquired as to her problem and discussed solutions. After awhile, Tina and the small breasted blonde paired off and sat with their legs in Vicky's pool. Moments later, and with the arrival of two good looking guys, both stripped down to their trunks and doing stretching exercises, the blonde, not Tina, got up and went over to them; Tina remarking that she was ‘bad' as she left.

After some exchange of innuendo, the blonde - her hair in a ponytail - was soon sucking and stroking their cocks, then getting her blonde pussy licked before being fucked mouth and cunt; on all fours and while the one behind her pulled on her long tresses.

After a brief scene, one in which a female neighbour came onto Tina's husband - he dismissing her attention - it cut to the evening, and Tina and he arguing then she storming out and going for a ride on her motorcycle. Stopping outside a sex emporium, she looked around; almost out of her depth, I concluded. Eventually, Tina found herself where the booths showing clips were. There, she was fucked by four guys: the shop manager, one watching a clip, and two of the customers in a ‘round robin', as one of them suggested.

It was part way through the last clip that I felt a humid hand from each of them on my thighs. Still watching intently, my pussy almost creaming from the film and that Mark had specifically ordered it for me, I moved my knees further apart and encouraged their attention.

"A bit wider, slut," exclaimed Mark; whereupon, I placed my thighs over each one's knee. The elevation of my doing so, allowed them to move a hand underneath rather than over my thighs, and I soon felt Nigel, to my left, slide my moist thong to one side, followed by Mark's fingers stroking my moist and needy pussy.

Far from joining in with what Griffith was doing, Nigel instead unbuttoned my uniform shirt. As he did, he commended me on my perfume and soon had my blouse and then my bra undone. After that, I scarcely watched any more of the film, especially when I was turned as the previous Saturday.

Knelt behind me, Mark again took pleasure in licking my pussy and this time playing with the plug in my butt. Having positioned himself against the backrest and in front of me, Nigel had me suck his cock and without the forceful encouragement that Mark had previously displayed.

"You like this toy in your ass," Mark soon said, having made me cum.

"Hurm," I murmured an agreement, one that was followed by my manager removing his saliva slick cock, which he then tapped against each of my cheeks a couple of times before they then changed over.

Inviting me to undo his jeans and take his dick out, Nigel removed the plug from my ass and subsequently introduced the slender toy, which he then caused to lightly vibrate.

"Oh fuck, yes," I exclaimed, at feeling the sensations in my backside. That was followed by him working it back and forth; the plug having caused me to be open enough so that its introduction was in no way uncomfortable.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, Nigel," I called back to him, as he flicked his tongue up and down my dowsed gash; the sides of which, caught and separated my no doubt blood engorged lips, and soon had me cumming.

During that, I had rather neglected my attention towards my host's cock. ‘Would I, in that case, get the same face fuck as last week,' I wondered, before taking Mark's erection between my lips and then slowly sliding them along and back of its slender length.

He didn't, which in a way I was surprised at. Deep down inside, a part of me wanted a repeat, and so I motioned myself back and forth on his shaft, and with a sense of alacrity.

"I do believe the little slut wants me to cum."

"Well, there are two of us - and the toy," exclaimed Nigel, who then made a point of it by increasing the vibration as I fucked myself back and forth on the toy and Mark, and all while Nigel licked, sucked, teased and tantalised my clit; finger fucked my pussy down to the bridge of his thumb and pulled on my other nipple - Mark doing the same to the other one.

‘Fucking hell, fucking yes, fucking more,' my mind raced, as I tried to take in all that was happening to me. For the first time in my life, my ass was being fucked and with a wonderful tingling sensation. I was cumming, quite often and a lot as my body spasmed and they still gave it to me. Eventually, Griffith flooded my mouth with his cum, and I, like the slut he realised me to be, welcomed it.

Having changed places, Nigel gathered up my hair. And as Griffith replicated what my manager had done, Nigel motioned me back and forth on his erection. Occasionally he held me to him; my lips pressed against his wiry pubes and groin. His cock, thankfully, wasn't long enough as to enter my throat, although, with what I was enjoying, I maybe would have welcomed it all the same.

As with Mark of last week, Nigel drew back my head, only with his hand, and then erupted copious amounts of his warm sticky spunk on my face, hair and tits; after which, he offered it to me and I duly licked and sucked the residue from it.

"Have we got some fun things for you to enjoy, next," Griffith announced, as if they were starting out with me.

To begin with, I was invited to fully undress them and then they did the same to me. Next, Mark laid along the sofa and beckoned me over him. "Not in my ass, Nigel," I exclaimed, and if only to assuage me otherwise, he replaced the butt plug. ‘Now what,' I wondered, as he, what with Mark now nestled in my sodden cunt, got up on the sofa and lowered himself towards me.

‘He's not, surely he isn't,' my mind raced, as I felt the head of his cock nudge my perineum and seek an opening in my sex. ‘Oh fuck. It could have been worse, the other barely unthinkable.'

"Fuck, guys, what are you doing to me."

"You want us to stop," intoned Mark from below me, having taken his lips from my engorged nipple while still pleasuring the other with his thumb and forefinger.

"Hell, no. What about the...!" I rejoined, indicating the condoms.

"It'll be a while before we next cum, so just enjoy getting your pussy fucked," Nigel, above me, intoned.

"My ‘cunt', don't you mean," I crooned, and then enjoined them to ‘fuck my cunt'.

What made them both doing it to me so fucking pleasurable and soon having me cumming, was not that I had two slender cocks inside me, but that, as Mark drew himself back Nigel worked his cock forward, thereby causing a most sensational rippling effect.

"Do you think the slut's ready," Nigel presently said, and then slowly withdrew his cum slick erection from me.

"Not in my ass, please, Nigel. Use the vibrator, if you must," I appealed.

"You know, Helen, the toy, if you think about it, is worse than a cock. It's cold, solid, and therefore not as pliable," Griffith reasoned, just as he had done the previous Saturday.

"I'll think about—after you've used the toy some more," I told them.

Getting down from the sofa and while I rocked myself back and forth on Mark as he kneaded my tits and sucked each of my nipples, I was fed Nigel's cock to suck on. As I did and looked up at him, my mind registered for the first time that he was my work manager, and that come Monday, when I returned to work, well...!

Shortly afterwards, I was knelt over Mark, his cock once more between my lips as I got a second taste of my juices. After that, I was helped up from him by my manager. Then, and having collected the vibrator and the condoms, they led me to Mark's bedroom.

Surprisingly, there was no expected TV. There were, however, two sturdy rings that were screw mounted to the ceiling. A suggestion of chains and being bound entered my mind.

"What's with those!" I exclaimed, as Nigel dropped the toy and the box on the bed.

"You'll see, you'll also enjoy," Mark rejoined confidently, and then stepped over to one of two wardrobes, which were set into a pair of alcoves at either side of his double-bed.

From it, he removed what turned out to be a sex swing, which Nigel and he attached to the two rings.

"Is it safe," I quickly asked. And getting up on it, Mark swung himself back and forth a couple of times and then jumped down.

Picking me up, I was placed in the bucket seat and with my legs somewhat vertical. They then, in a bondage sort of way, tethered my ankles to the front reins with Velcro straps. With me positioned like that I was quite open for them, given that I was sat up.

I was then drawn back so that my upper body was almost horizontal. Suspended in mid air like that, I felt a sudden weightlessness as Mark turned my head to the side and waited for me to take his cock between my lips. Because of the motion of the swing, he had little option but to place his hand on my head as he fucked my mouth. Down at the business end, Nigel had replaced the plug with the inactive vibrator, and while he fucked its length into my ass he cleaved his cock into my pussy while at the same time agitating my exposed clit; the swing's motion producing an added sensation as all my sex holes were filled to the brim. ‘Fuck, was I full,' I realised.

"Hurmng, hurmng," I mumbled, as I received yet another pleasurable screwing from them.

After they'd made me cum, which didn't take long, Nigel took himself from me and then lapped up my juices. Shortly afterwards, he removed the toy and then licked the knot of my anus.

"Okay, Helen, I'm going to fuck your delicious cunt some more. While I do, I want you to fuck your ass with the toy. I also, since you won't have Mark's cock to suck, need for you to tell me what you want, like the horny slut that you are," intoned my manager.

Having immediately moved my hand between my splayed thighs, I grasped Nigel's sticky shaft, which I then guided into my pussy and fucked myself with just the head of it.

"Like this, fucking me," I crooned, before sliding the remainder of his warm throbbing erection into my moist cunt.

Now stood behind the swing, Mark both steadied and presently motioned it forwards and back as Nigel cleaved his rod into my ever wet cunt and I fucked myself with the toy; I even, on a whim, turned on the vibe. Once again, I felt the earlier tingling sensations. I also felt a desire, a hunger, a need even, for them to take my virgin ass.

"Fuck me, Nigel, fuck me, do it harder, please," I impelled him, the motion of the swing, even with Mark's help, depleting the forcefulness of his actions.

"You ready to try a cock in your ass, Helen," Mark, hung over my head, intimated.

"Yes! Please! Fuck my ass, one of you, both of you," I rejoined, as I jabbed the vibrator where a cock would soon be intruding itself.

"Let's have the lovely slut over," exclaimed Griffith; whereupon, and having released my ankles, I was helped down, only to then be turned over.

Again, my upper body was horizontal while my legs were hung down and off the floor. Taking my hands - I still had the vibe in my butt - Nigel placed them on my ass cheeks and I responsively drew them apart. Moments later, the toy was withdrawn and immediately replaced by a warm solid cock; my sorting office manager's to be precise. I then heard the hum of the toy, and presently felt the tip against my clit.

"Fuck! Bastard! Fucker!" I cried, and soon came; my juices dripping down each of my trembling thighs before the vibe was slipped into my cunt.

"Fuck me, Nigel, come on, fuck my ass. Huh, huh, huh," I gasped, as he slowly withdrew himself and then cleaved his erection deep into my anus. As he did, I noticed something different about his cock. He had to be wearing a condom. Well, if he wanted me to suck him off afterwards, then...!

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass," I encouraged. What with the additional momentum of the swing, it wasn't as forceful as would otherwise have been the case.

"Make me cum on your dick," I exclaimed, only to have my mouth filled with Mark's erection, which he somehow managed to slide the turgid glans of past my epiglottis.

"Gluh," I now vociferated, as he fucked his cockhead back and forth, in and out of my throat. To add to matters, pleasurable and kinky, Nigel dusted my shapely ass cheeks with his left hand.

‘How much, how much more debauched pleasure are they going to instil in my body,' I wondered, as yet another orgasm consumed me. Not long afterwards, I soon found out.

Helping me down from the swing, Mark returned it to the cupboard. While he did that, I was given the toy to suck by Nigel followed by his unsheathed cock. In doing so, I noticed a confident smile on my manager's face.

Shortly after Mark had returned, Nigel lay on the bed and I subsequently knelt over him, ready to both submit to and receive my first DP from two cocks.

"Go easy with me, Mark, not like last week," I appealed to him, as he dressed his cock for ass action.

"Fuck. Bastard," I cried an exclamation, as he cleaved himself into me. This time there was no added momentum of the swing, and so my ass felt the full force of his thrusting actions.

"Tell him how you like it, Helen, tell me how you like being fucked up the ass," Nigel encouraged.

Again, a perverse feeling took me over, and I was soon shouting: "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass, yes, I like it, I like it, more, fuck me harder, both of you, fuck me, cunt and ass, cunt...ass...fuck...yes." And with that, I climaxed.

Continuing until I had cum again, I was then turned over. I slid down Nigel's latex sheathed cock with ease and was encouraged to fuck my ass up and down it several times before Griffith joined us in my sodden pussy, still with his condom on.

"Fuck me, Mark. Stick your lovely long cock in my cunt and, yes, like that, fuck me," I almost enjoined. As he did, and with little movement from Nigel behind me, Mark motioned me up and down my manager's firm erection.

More positions followed. The pair of them stood up and facing one another while I was sandwiched in between them; my legs and arms wrapped around Nigel. Back on the bed and on all fours, and while I got another mouthful of Mark, Nigel doubled dipped me; going from fucking my ass to that of my cunt then back and forth a few more times before they changed over.

During this, I found myself tasting more than enduring a cocktail of my ass and pussy juices as they kept the condoms on; no doubt in case the one in my unprotected vulva filled my cervix with his baby batter. Perversely enough, the slut within me, one that Mark and Nigel had released, wanted to be covered in their warm sticky spunk, something I appealed for them to give me, before the last submissive act.

Presently they had me return to Marks lounge where I was made to bend over his dining room table. As I did, my tits and nipples felt the coldness of the wood, which caused my upper body to give off a shiver. With my hands behind me holding my ass open and my feet someway apart, I cried out for them to ‘fuck my ass' as I took a stiff reaming from both of them.

Satisfied with my slattern performance, I was laid on the table with my head up at one end. Then, and with a warm cock in each hand, I jerked them off while I licked and sucked each one in turn. It wasn't long before I got my just deserts, my face splattered with warm sticky spunk, which I licked from around my lips before I drew and scooped the remainder into my waiting mouth. All that remained after that was to once more suck their flaccid cocks dry and get dressed.

In gratitude, Mark gave me the DVD to keep, which was most welcome of him.

Come Monday, Nigel informed me that he'd changed my round, which Rachel Meadows took over. Thereafter, and although Nigel behaved quite professionally towards me, I rather missed my weekly delivery to Mr Griffith.