Brief encounters: 15> Selling up
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: In winding up the sale of the book shop that she inherited from her folks, Amanda Jones' accountant, Raymond Edwards, who advised her of an early, lucrative, sale, questions her choice of authors.

When Amanda Jones' folks retired to the country and left running the book store to their youngest daughter, they were quietly confident it was in safe hands, something that was proven to be for the first 15 or so months. Thereafter, however, the business began to slacken.

Her family accountant, a Mr Raymond Edwards, suggested an early sale. Amanda, though, being the headstrong woman she was, would hear nothing of it. Michael, her husband, agreed with Raymond, which lead to a blazing row between the couple. Amanda, though, feeling he'd suggested she was inadequate, decided to show Michael she was far from that and subsequently persevered with the book store, only to be proven wrong by both men.

It was a hot day in June, when Amanda found herself in Raymond's office, tying up the sale of her folk's beloved book store. One they had successfully run for nigh on 30 years, and which their trusted daughter had managed to close in less than two.

"Okay, Amanda, well, I just need you to sign a few forms and...!" Raymond began.

"Don't tell me you're going to gloat as well. I had enough of that from that pretentious prick of a husband of mine, these past few weeks," exclaimed Amanda, fixing him with a stare of her big bulging brown eyes while her vaguely curly brunette tresses held firm. Her breasts, though, heaved in the tightest of bras Amanda owned as she breathed and sighed at her situation. Still, it was all done and dusted. All that was needed was her signature on the documents that Raymond Edwards put before her, one after the other.

"So, that's it. Finally," Amanda exclaimed afterwards.

"That's it," he concurred.

"You know, Amanda, and excuse me for repeating it, but, if you'd taken my advice, you'd have come out of this with more than you have," he empathised with his client.

"I mean, come on, Amanda. What books did you sell. Dickens; Keats. No," Ray said, and then opened the top draw of his opulent desk.

"These are what you should have been selling," Ray continued, having taken out a selection of erotic books, which he then placed on his desk.

Going around to his side to see, Amanda studied their vaguely suggestive covers and then picked up one. She then opened it at a random pair of pages and began reading.

‘Presently settled on the back seat, he then told her: "First I want to slowly undress you, savouring on your spectacular breasts, then slowly kiss every inch of your immaculate body, paying close attention to your taught nipples. Having discarded your panties, I will then spread your lithesome legs with my hands. Then I will kiss your thighs. Then one or more light sensual kisses you-know-where. Then I will gently take each, and every, part of it in my mouth and suck it until your river becomes an ocean." ‘Mmm, it already was,' she noticed to herself.'

Just then, and with Amanda's eyes ever more bulging at what she found herself reading, his secretary called on the intercom, reminding him of his 1pm appointment.

"It's porn," she exclaimed, her voice husky, nevertheless.

"For women. Their taste in erotica has moved on from Mills and Boon bodice rippers. Now, they want something more -"

"Vicarious!" Amanda averred, interrupting her accountant as she read a page further on.

‘Almost immediately, I felt the warm trickle of the oil drip onto my curple and slide down to where my fingers were, before pooling nicely on and around my exposed ring, which received a few more extra drips.

I then felt Martin's hands on mine, motion them sideways in and out, thereby causing my anus to close and open, so as to work the oil inside. Once he'd satisfied himself with that process, Martin drizzled a few more drips, before no doubt applying some to his cum sticky cock.

"Are you ready?" he said, Martin again in no rush, at least not on my part.

"Emn, yes, Martin," I rejoined, and awaited a most significant step in my life and for someone my age.

"Ooo, emn," I murmured, as I felt the puffy glans of his firm erection nudge my opening and with none of the expected discomfort, quite the opposite, only to feel the girth of Martin's shaft begin to open me up and stretch me. It made me wince a little, but as the pleasure overshadowed the initial dullness, I found myself simply going with it.'

"I get them at a discount from another client," Ray informed her, stood up and putting on his jacket over his waistcoat.

"Take a couple," he offered.

"And you say women actually read these," Amanda's voice husky all the more, while her breathing was deep also. In addition to that, her left hand was unconsciously tracing a pattern over her palpitating breasts, then her neck before sliding back down to her..."

"Amanda!" Ray exclaimed, bringing his client out of whatever fantasy she was clearly having.

"It's hot. I'm hot," she said, turning towards Ray and once more fixing him with a big stare, only this time; this time her face emitted a lascivious smile as she continued, consciously moving her hand over the front of her black skirt, one that, a short while later, and having dropped the book back on her accountant's desk, she placed both hands at the side of and then slowly, very slowly drew up her thighs as she wiggled her legs inwards and back, from side to side. In doing so, Amanda revealed a hint of the lace above her black nylons.

"Amanda!" exclaimed Ray, unable to believe her demeanour and in his office, and with his 1pm appointment looming.

"You know, she's about to take his long cock up her tight ass," Amanda crooned, moving closer to Ray and feeling for his own specimen of warm manliness. It was moderately healthy, nothing that a few long minutes between her warm salivating red lips couldn't fix.

"You're a married woman, what would Michael, your husband, say," her concerned accountant averred, as she tackled first his belt, then the button and finally the zip of his suit trousers.

"He surely doesn't need to know; also, he's been a complete prick over the whole thing, so, fuck him, let me fuck you, instead," Amanda intoned, as she, squatting in front of Ray, drew down both his trousers and pants.

"Well, you sure kept that quiet," she enthralled, having his firm thick length bobbed down before her, making quite a grand entrance as it did.

Admiring the stature as Ray's proud manhood hung, suspended, from his groin, his cum heavy balls neatly packed beneath the hilt, Amanda gazed up into his eyes, her smile more beguiling this time as she held Ray's shaft almost vertical. She then slowly, yet tantalizingly, ran her moist tongue tip up the underside of his length. Amanda then gave the sensitive rim of his glans, bulging from her concentrated grip, a teasing lick before skimming her tongue around the crown and then repeating the process again.

"My 1pm appointment," Ray uttered, as she tapped the slick head on her pursed lips, ones she opened and then slid over the crown. With Ray's cock at a reasonable level, and his appointment put on hold, he succumbed to Amanda's vicarious attention as she took an ever increasing amount of his warm thick length between her lips. She even, for added attention, hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked and fucked herself on him.

When Sonia again called him with a reminder, Ray, his voice as controlled as it could be, considering what Mrs Jones was doing to him, replied, "Hold my appointment, in fact, hold the next one also. There appear to be some loose ends I need to take care of with Amanda—Mrs Jones," he was quick to correct himself.

"Two appointments," Amanda swooned, gleefully, as she stroked his firmed up cock. Welcoming the time they subsequently had.

"They're not long, just long enough for what you want, young lady," Ray said, and with that, he took a hold of Amanda's hair and directed her mouth onto his bulging erection, this time urging her down and up his immense stature.

Given room to respond, air to breathe, Amanda questioned his tact and roughness with her. ‘Women don't just want to read and fantasise about being taken roughly, and, I might add, by more than one man, Amanda,' Ray elucidated, before going to return her lips and mouth to his burgeoning erection.

Taking him by surprise, though, and having shook her hair free of his hands, Amanda gathered up her dark tresses in a bunch and then offered them to Ray, saying, "Come on, then, as rough as you can make it," and rough he did.

With his swollen length once more entombed in Amanda's mouth, her cheeks again drawn in, Raymond Edwards worked her head forward and back on his well-endowed firmness. Not once did he urge his hips at her, not even when Amanda placed her hands on and at the sides of Raymond's thighs and then worked her lips forward and back.

Eventually stopping when she had his full length inside her, Amanda felt his cockhead spasm in her throat. That was the first time she had taken a cock, even that of her husband, Michael, all the way past her epiglottis. It felt engaging, all the same. She even, still holding him and feeling Ray's continued response, managed to slide her tongue out far enough that she was able to lick his close strung balls.

"Woe, ho, yeah," he released a pleasured murmur, then it was back to more of the same.

"Are you ready, young lady," Raymond intoned, before drawing up his client.

"By all accounts, Ray, no pun intended, I'm more of a slut," Amanda intoned, referencing that which she'd read, before undoing her skirt, which she let slide down her lithe legs where it pooled around her ankles on Raymond Edwards' carpeted floor. In doing so, Amanda Jones revealed her black garter, lace top stockings and lace panties, which had become more than just moist. She then left Ray to do the honours as she waited at his side of the desk, unbuttoning her blouse in front of him and revealing her matching black bra, which held her heaving breasts.

Rather than reach behind her warm sensuous horny body and unclip her bra, he first admired their spectacular generosity, 40D, and then, with his hands beneath them flipped the lacy material up and off her globes with one quick dexterous movement, one that took even Amanda's breath away.

"Very full, warm and firm," ray was quick to voice his realisation, having taken each in a hand.

Just then, it was Amanda's turn to use her hands, she decided. And with that, having placed her right hand on her accountant's nape, she rested it, momentarily, as he moved closer, sensing his breath pervade her aroused flesh like a welcome fresh breeze.

"Hurmn, ermn, yes," Amanda sighed and moaned, her breasts suddenly more sensitive than usual while her engorged nipples stood rosy red and slick from Ray's attentiveness, helped and encouraged by that of her guiding hand.

With time of the essence, Ray had Amanda's panties down and off and her shapely bare ass plomped on his table, little consideration of clearing it; the books to Amanda's left while the folder with her signed documents in was open beyond them. He then directed her back and then straightened up.

Rather expecting to feel the warmth of his cockhead against her opening, Amanda was pleasantly surprised when she felt Ray's breath precede that of his lips and tongue. She certainly wasn't expecting him to be that diligent. All the same, though, and as he pleasured her pussy and clit, she picked up another book and began reading.

‘With my legs spread-eagled by a pair of them, the leader of the biker gang drew apart my wet petals, sticky from the amount I'd already cum for them. They would, of course, be rough with their cocks. Pounding me, reaming me drilling me; making me cry out all manner of obscenities for them to fuck me, slam their hard-ons deep inside my horny wet cunt. For now, though, he contented himself with paying due homage to my inner temple, my pool of delight, which he swirled, swished and trailed his sensuous tongue around...'

"This one isn't as good."

"What! Here's me, dining on your pussy, quite delicious it is, and you're reading -"

"Women can multi-task, Ray, surely you know that. While you're making a meal of my cunt, I'm rolling each nipple while I read this book," she informed. "You just concentrate on...Urmn, naughty, Ray, but nice," Amanda commended him, having he urged the tip of his middle finger in her tight anus.

"I can multi-task, too," he intoned, before returning his tongue tip to Amanda's clit, but not before he enquired as to her disappointment in the book.

"At a guess, oh yes, emn," she sighed at Ray's divine dual touches, "she's spread-eagled on a pool table by some bikers. Two of them are holding a leg each, hurmn, yes, Ray, more," Amanda moaned, as the makings of an orgasm swirled around inside her horny body. Carried away by it, Amanda left Ray to figure out the rest as she drew him closer with her hitherto idle hand and was soon bucking her hips up at him.

"Oh, yes, more. Fuck, yes, I'm, cumming," she exalted, her thrusts hard and spasmodic.

"Emn, are you going to fuck my tight little ass with your thick firm hard cock, later, is that why you tried your finger there, Ray," Amanda cooed, her body inclined, sat up, almost, as she stroked her accountant's straight well-groomed hazel hair, and all while he continued his pleasured attentions.

"The calm before the storm," he uttered, in between resourceful licks and probes, having a second finger joined the first in her deliciously tight warm anus.

"What?" Amanda exclaimed, lost as to that of Ray's.

"I take it he was doing what I am - the biker; you didn't mention."

"U-huh," she confirmed.

"Right, I see. And are you going to be the storm, Ray, pounding my pussy, making me squeal as you plunge your dick, hard, firm and deep in my cunt, my very wet and needy cunt, in need of your cock, Ray, pounding me over and over and over...ohh yes, emn. Make me cum again, Ray, then I want you to fuck me. Push my legs back and open, stretch them as far as you can, then I want you to stretch my hot wet sex and fill her up as full as you can with your hard dick," Amanda told him.

"Something like that, Amanda. I, for one, certainly didn't know you had this in you," Ray then said, soon with his left arm around his horny client's right thigh, his fingers drawing back the hood of Amanda's clit, which, once the nubbin was exposed, he gave subtle flicks and licks to. That caused her to both flinch and draw Ray closer, his chin resting in the well of her pussy and lips as he sucked on his married client's clit with his curled up tongue.

"Urmn," Ray was heard to repeatedly murmur, even more so when, with the onset of yet another euphoric climax, Amanda once more bucked her hips up and at him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes, Ray. I'm cumming," she exalted, burying his whole face in the warmth of her pussy, having somehow managed to repose his tongue to her heated wet cunt, which Ray diligently lapped at, tasting her sweet honey juices thereafter as her dam broke.

"Wow, ho, herm," Amanda responded to the aftershocks. "I see what you mean about the books, Ray," she regaled at their effect - on her.

"Not having second thoughts, are we," he said, giving her clit and puffy dew moist mound a kiss, before standing up in readiness to bring the storm; a hard and forceful fuck. "You've signed the papers, Amanda," her accountant reminded her.

"I did, didn't I," she intoned, fixing Ray with a bulging, yet minxy stare of her brown eyes, each one exuding a hint of mischief.

Having taken up the folder to her left, Amanda opened it and took out the files before dropping the folder on the floor.

"You mean these files," she said. And with that, holding them in readiness, Amanda ripped them in half. She then put one half on top of the other and tore them again.

"Yes, those files," Ray smiled down at her, as she let them flutter to the floor.

"I shouldn't have done that, should I," Amanda crooned, her big brown eyes fixed on Ray's bulging cock.

"I should be punished, right! Punish me with your cock, Ray," she told him, demandingly, once more sat up.

Having moistened her hand with her tongue, Amanda, her body quavering with the anticipation of getting a good hard punishing fuck from her accountant, stroked the base of his cock a few times and then directed it towards her thighs, splayed, just as the book described and with the horny slut on a pool table.

"There. Now, fuck me, Ray—hard!" she urged, immediately letting go, only to place a hand on each of his hips and draw him into her.

As their bodies joined in unbridled lust, Amanda found herself gasping. Not just from that of her very breath being forced from her, which it was, but the vehemence with which ray was pounding his married client's pussy, encouraged by Amanda's own hand urges as she watched his length, liberally coated in her wet slickness, thrust in and out of her horny dowsed sex; her pool of delight, as the book she'd had cause to critique put it.

"Fuck me, Ray, make me cry out, make me cum, then I want your cock where no man, not even Michael, has been before. Right in my lovely tight virginal asshole," she impelled him, before sliding her hands up Ray's sides, then that of his covered chest before settling them on and over his shoulder, her lips enclosing his as he thrust himself into her in short back and forth hard spasms.

"Hurmn!" Amanda uttered a muffled cry with each one, her body going into orgasmic shock with the fourth while Ray just kept on delivering sensation after sensation to the already blazing fire in his client's core.

"Fuck—yes, fuck—yes. More, Ray, you've made me cum, which is more than I can say for my neglectful husband," Amanda crooned, and with that, she managed to push back against him as he swung his hips forward, her legs coming up behind Ray, immediately, and holding him, fully embedded, inside her as another climax pervaded, one that was made all the more pleasurable with that of her accountant's warmth and closeness.

"Now my virgin ass. And, Ray," she cooed, fixing him with a warm sultry stare, "give it a just as good hard fucking for me," Amanda trilled, before releasing her grip, motioning Ray back with her right hand and catching his slick cum coated dick in her left.

Still holding him, she squatted down on the carpet. Not waiting for him to gather up her hair, Amanda was soon bobbing her head and lips back and forth along Ray's warm firm fuck muscle.

"Woe, ho, yes," Ray gasped in fits. When she'd finished, Amanda rubbed his turgid cockhead, from side to side, across her lips, all the while gazing up at the commanding figure before and above her, finishing off by tapping the glans on her upper lip as she smiled appreciatively at him.

Moments after, Raymond Edwards' horny married client was leant over his desk, her feet some distance apart; more than shoulder width. Under his instruction, Amanda had her arms outstretched behind her, her fingers spreading the cheeks of her tight virgin ass in ofference to Ray's manliness. It wasn't, however, the warm puffy glans she felt, but that of her accountant's warm moist, and welcome tongue.

"Emn, yes, tease me, Ray, then I want your stone hard cock there," Amanda crooned huskily, before turning her head, as best she could, to her right, just about catching sight of how she looked, how she was stood for him, the perfect slut, ready to take his long firm dick up her ass.

"That's it, no teasing, just put it, emn, yes, ho, more, all the way, urmn," Amanda let out a muted cry, feeling the pressure of her ass, not just being invaded, but stretched, most definitely stretched by Ray's fullness, and there was plenty of it to fill her tightest hole.

Barely had he gotten a couple of inches inside her, than he drew himself back and then urged some more forwards. As Ray did, the mild discomfort seemed, for Amanda's mind, to flutter past and be replaced by a growing pleasure.

"Fuck, yes. That's certainly big in there. Hold on the forcefulness, Ray - for now, that is," Amanda told him.

With her tight little asshole impaled on barely half of her accountant's commanding length, Ray suddenly stopped. "This being your first time, Amanda, it's best that you work yourself back and forth on me; get used to its presence," Ray said, adding a quirky tone at the end.

"Do I need my hands?" she said.

Having some idea as to the what and why, Ray intoned: "No, I'll take care of that for you." In as much as his left hand replaced her departed one, Ray brought his other hand down on Amanda's buttock with a resounding smack. That, in turn, caused his client to let out a heightened gasp and moan, and then push back on his cock to temper the pleasured assault on her ass.

"Again, smack me, again," Amanda urged him, looking back over her shoulder at Ray, her eyes big and ablaze with lust and lasciviousness as she casually held the fourth book in her right hand, wiggling her ass at him, both in tempting ofference and to get more of his length up her tight virginal anus.

"Oh yes! Fucker," she cried, having Amanda's response to the second slap brought his humid balls to rest against her puffy mound; Ray's firm length subsequently buried balls deep in her asshole.

"Fuck me, Ray, grab my hips and ram your cock right up inside...oh yes, more like that," she urged her accountant's willingness as he gave a sudden, final, thrust and then transferred his hands to Amanda's hips. It felt like a piston being unleashed as he swung his forceful hips forward and back in rapid succession.

With the book open and supported in her left hand, Amanda moved her right to stroke her distended, bulging sticky clit. ‘I was bent over Alan's table for them, my fingers digging painfully in my buttocks as I offered up my tightest hole for each one to plunder. Somehow, though, considering all that had gone before, it was a pleasured tolerable pain I felt, one that was soon dispelled when the first of the many cocks that had defiled and debauched my slattern body pushed the bulging head of his thick cock into my anus.

"You like that, like having a big hard cock up your tight ass," he hissed.

"Yes, yes, I like it, I like it," I rejoined, as more of his warm hard muscle was pushed ever deep into my asshole.

"Fuck my ass, huh! Fuck my ass, huh. I like it, I like it," I responded, as, he drew himself part way back and slammed forward.'

"Fuck my ass, Ray! Harder," Amanda urged, letting the book fall onto the table before bracing her hand and lower arm as she pushed back to meet his forward thrusts.

"You like it, then," he said, sweat gathering on his brow.

"I sure fucking do, Ray, and I'm not far off cumming," Amanda announced.

"I actually meant the books, but...!"

"I want you to cum, cum with me, right in my ass. Then, and for all your what will be free help, I'm going to lick and suck your cock and balls dry," she exclaimed, fixing Ray with an encouraging and sincere stare as he pummelled and railed her ass, soon giving up his warm sticky essence in creamy ropes, each one hosing down the walls of his client's, by then, sensitive anus, just as Amanda's final thrilling orgasm ripped through her satisfied body.

"Oh, fuck me, yes," she cried out, followed by deep gasps, as the pleasure from both shot up from her planted toes, took a detour to her cervix and core before continuing up her arched spine and finally settling in her head. There, it exploded and resonated like a rocket bursting, multi-coloured sparks glowing against Amanda's closed eyelids.

"Thank you; on both accounts," his satisfied client said, then, true to her word, she sucked down on his cock, almost ravaging it with her mouth and lips.

Epilogue:

Two months later, and with a recommendation to her bank from Ray, Amanda Jones was back in business. A new store, yes, but in a new location, one that was close to her clientele of both sexes. Although it had a section for her previous book preferences, it was mostly stocked with vicarious erotica, the type that women demanded and bought in abundance, helped, of course, by Amanda being an avid reader herself.