Brief encounters: 22> Accidental anal!
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Having come in early for her assistant manager who was at the dentist, Carly, the manageress of an I-max cinema house, found herself having to appeal to Ralph and George, the two fit young men who deliver the cinema's daily provisions.

At 24 years of age, I manage a four cinema I-max house in a bustling town, one that is on the boundary of Kent and London. We are very busy, it has to be said, mainly due to the fact that the surrounding areas had long since closed their cinema houses. Added to that, the residents of the borough are quite wealthy as noted by the cost of housing. I certainly couldn't afford to live in the borough, that's for sure, not even on my high wages.

Although the cinema is only open from early afternoon until late evening, sometimes early the next day if we are showing a long film, the working day, which starts with a daily delivery of provisions, begins at 9am.

After closing up, and all that entails, I generally finish just after midnight (sometimes later) and climb into bed just before 1am. So, all in all, a 15-hour work day, one that I share with Michael, my assistant manager, who oversees the morning delivery and running the cinema etc, until I arrive at 3pm.

On this particular day, however, he had a dental appointment in the morning for a filling that had come out when he bit into a piece of popcorn. Apparently, the machine that cooks the popcorn had popped a corn around an un-popped ball and thus combined them. My initial concern was that of Michael treating it as more than just an accident and possibly suing the cinema. Thankfully, though, he didn't entertain a single thought of that, which was a relief.

We subsequently swapped our shifts around. I came in for two consecutive mornings to manage the day's delivery with Alan and Ray, the two young men who put the provisions away after they have been delivered, while Michael managed the cinema house for two evenings.

Every so often we show a blockbuster; however, that week there were two, and on the very day that Michael had his appointment. That meant, double the provisions were due to be delivered.

When I arrived for work, I received a bit of a shock. Alan and Ray, who were waiting outside when I arrived the previous morning, were nowhere to be seen. Figuring that they were late, for a change, I nonetheless got on with things and went to my office to check on Michael's report of the previous evening; any accidents or incidents, which can occur. I was shocked to note that Alan and Ray had gotten into a scuffle more than a fight. The upshot of it was, Michael had given them a warning, and, by all accounts, they, themselves, had either quit or something, as noted by their absence, when, 30 minutes later, the delivery arrived; and a bloody big one at that.

For the next 15 minutes, I watched as Ralph and George unloaded their van, every so often looking at my watch and wondering where the hell Alan and Ray were. They, the two men stacking pallet after pallet with boxes of provisions on them, were quite fit. ‘I wonder,' I mused, what with the absence of Alan and Ray. Of course, that depended on them not having another delivery to make.

"That's the last of it. Quite a lot," Ralph said, as George set down the last of the delivery and then between them, collected up the pallets from the day before.

"Where's the help?" George enquired. Nothing escaped him, obviously.

"Apparently, they got into an argument yesterday. They should be here, soon, I hope. Look, I was wondering," I began, batting my eyelids as flirtatiously as I could, in the hope of appealing to their better nature.

"Go on," the other one urged, as he approached me with the delivery docket to check and sign for.

"Well, if that is your only delivery -"

"It is, Carly," George confirmed my hopes, while using my first name. Normally it's Ms Davenport.

"Could you, would you, please," I said, almost trying not to beg while still being flirty, "do this one little favour, just this once, okay. I'll be most grateful," I intoned.

Looking at one another, as if deciding to prolong my agony, Ralph, having taken back the clipboard, ventured, "What's in it for us?"

"Since Alan and Ray don't appear to be coming in today, we can hang out for a while," I said, innocently.

"Shall we," he asked of George, even though, what with Ralph being the driver and having had me sign for the delivery, he would be George's superior.

"Sure. Okay," George confirmed, and with that, a huge, unenviable, burden was lifted from my mind.

"Can I get you something to drink, tea or coffee?" I offered. Neither of the drinks machines being turned on yet.

"Tea," they both rejoined, and with that, I went and made three mugs of tea as per our requirements: White all round, but with just one sugar for me and one and a bit for them.

Having returned with the tray, they were a third of the way through moving the delivery to where it needed to be, a lot further than where they had initially stacked it. There was a vague sign of perspiration on each one's brow and lower arms; they having rolled their sleeves up, which showed off just how fit Ralph and George, actually were.

"Here, guys, have a break, you're sweating," I told them, and then held out the tray with their refreshing beverages on while giving them a come-hither and appreciative smile for their thus far endeavour.

"Having taken them up, I put down the tray. I then, having taken another sip of mine, welcomed their smile, only for Ralph's to linger a bit longer and then run down and up my body. That, his look, sent a hot flush through me. ‘Was he checking me out,' I wondered.

What with me working most, let's face it, every evening, it had been some months, seven in all, since I had noticed a look like that directed at me. A week's spring holiday, in fact, on a Saturday and at a nightclub. As you'll no doubt realise, my chances of sharing my bed, any bed with someone, is about nil. Michael's gay, which rules him out while fraternising with lesser members of staff is a complete no, no.

Although I had suggested ‘hanging out for a while' with me, it suddenly occurred to me that Ralph, at least, had other ideas as to what I meant. All the same...No, I couldn't. ‘For one, what would they think of me afterwards?' my mind fought with my needs for some semblance of sense. They were quite fit, and I really should show them my gratitude. ‘What harm was there in some good old adult recreation,' I mused, as I returned Ralph's smile with a more flirtatiously appealing one.

"Still no sign of..." he mentioned.

"No, I dare say we'll be quite alone for the next, all, about 60 minutes or more," I cooed, sultrily, looking at my watch for a fleeting moment, then back up to notice George give me a double look; the second one scanning me down and up also, and with a lascivious look to him when he settled back on my face, which immediately became florid.

"Okay, then, George. Best get on with Carly's delivery and finish our tea later," Ralph intoned, and with that, apart from taking the occasional swig of tea, I watched, ever horny, as they finished off stacking the delivery. By then, my black thong was moist with anticipation, only for my conscious to have a sudden thought. What if they just wanted to hang out! Either way, and as I closed the delivery bay shutter, I was about to find out - immediately!

"That's that. And thank..." I got out, just before and as I turned around, "...You!" I intoned, having come face to face with them in front of me; almost crowding me. They were that close, I could both see the odd bead of sweat roll down Ralph's forehead and both their muscular arms, while, at the same time, smell their animal musk.

"Wh-what do you want, guy's?" I said, they taking me by surprise, all the same.

The delivery bay area, which had a dusty concrete floor, and not just where I was stood shaking, wasn't ideal for what I yearned for. No quick in and out fuck, but something approaching romantic. Most certainly not on or over the delivery boxes, either.

"We want to hang out with you, like, Carl'. You know, get to know you a bit," George flashed a smile at me.

"Oh, I think you want to do more than just get to know me, and believe me, guys, I want you to, just, you know, somewhere respectable, and not the last row of the cinema," I appealed to them.

"Okay, then, fine by us, Carly, lead on," Ralph said, and then they stepped to one side, soon following me.

‘Phew!' Too right, as I was somewhat hot and flushed myself, even my blue blouse felt sticky against my skin, which it had clung to in certain parts. ‘Not my office,' I minded myself, only to realise where would be both comfortable and ideal.

Outside studio 4, in the area where people wait for the film to end, especially long ones, which have just a short screening of adverts in between them, there are two soft cushion couches, the sort you can almost sink into. ‘Follow me,' I said, and gestured them to accompany me up the short flight of stairs.

"Here we are," I said, and invited them to sit down, only for Ralph to grasp my arms and kiss me. That, I most certainly wasn't expecting, but boy, was it welcome. His lips and then his tongue, when it slithered into my mouth, caused a fire to suddenly ignite in my core and radiate through my body, I was so taken with his intense touch that I didn't notice the other one, George, reach around and undo the buttons of my blouse below the yolk. It was only when, having he (George) grasped my arms and Ralph moved his hands towards my exposed lacy black bra that I realised.

Ralph's hands were both warm and welcome on my midriff. He then, with an upward flick of each thumb, managed to urge my bra up and off my warm heaving tits, which George moved his hands to quickly cup and caress. They were certainly putty in his warm hands, and I couldn't help but moan when Ralph went to and lowered his head towards my pushed out nipples, which, even then, were quite hard.

"Oo, yes, emn," I sighed, in response to the cool blast of divine air emitted by Ralph as he got near, nearer, and was soon kissing and licking the swell of my breasts while George, behind me, lightly pressed a quite prominent hard-on into the crease of my ass cheeks while lightly rolling my nipples.

Wanting, hoping for him to let me free my arms so that I could use my hands, exploratively, I let them go limp. No joy! All the same, though, I definitely wasn't complaining, uh-uh, with the pleasure building up inside me.

"Emn, oh yes, more, please," I found myself, otherwise, saying, what with Ralph having tucked the hem of my slate-grey skirt into its waistband while he sucked and licked my right nipple before using his guarded teeth to saw from side to side.

"Emn, yes, I'm supposed to be showing my gratitude towards you, guys," I finally managed to say.

"And you will, Carly, all in good time," George spoke softly into my ear, almost lilting his words.

"We don't believe in taking a woman's hospitality for granted," Ralph added, before moving his attentiveness to my left teat, which soon felt his warmth surround it. Suffice it to say, their welcome words, what they were doing, Ralph's smooth hand presently cupping my heated mound, had me teetering on the edge of a delicious climax, one that Ralph set off when his middle finger toyed with my clit and urged me to cum, which I did. It wasn't however many months of going without a decent fuck, but it was certainly a welcome start and with the promise of more to - dare I say it - Cum!

Finally, lowering his hands, George fiddled blindly with the button and zip of my skirt. All the same, he managed to undo it and then let it go, sliding down my silky legs and pooling around my ankles. I was too wrapped up in my present pleasure and that to come to be bothered to take my feet from the crunched up material. Not to worry, though, as George raised my left foot up and, drawing my shoe over the discarded heap, placed my foot down, albeit quite some distance apart.

Almost immediately, and as I reached for their cock's, hands from each of them were once more on me. Ralph, having fully undone my blouse, was kneading my left breast while his mouth gorged on the right teat and his fingers, inside my thong, went to work on my wet pussy. George, to his lovely credit, had moved the strap of my thong to the side and was stroking my delicious ass before seeking an opening in my tightest of holes.

"Oh my, oh fuck, more, do it more for me, please," I urged them, my body once more heading towards another satisfying climax as my hands stroked the outline of two long firm cocks, neither of which, it seemed, was in any way pressed for release from its confinement.

Why, after that pleasurable wave had just hit me, I was still stood moderately firm, I had no idea. All the same, and with George's warm fleshy weapon soon released, I turned my attention to Ralph's. In leaning forward to undo the belt, button and zip of his jeans, I felt George's warmth against my ass; between the crack, in fact, just resting there as he toyed with my ass. This time, I felt what had to be three fingers, which, because of my sticky juices he had gathered up, slid in quite easily; enough, that I found myself motioning myself back and forth on them as I grasped Ralph's warm fleshy cock and brought it into the light of where we were.

I was soon poised to be fucked and with little attention from me, save for stroking their cocks briefly. I wasn't, quite, though, expecting what subsequently occurred. Hungry to have one of them between my lips, my upper body was bent horizontal. Whether George felt he needed to fiddle about to get his hard cock where I needed it the most, my horny wet pussy, he had withdrawn his fingers from my ass and was holding my left cheek open with that hand while he directed his cock to...not my pussy, but somehow into my asshole.

"Emn, you're in my ass, George," I intoned, an area that, up until then, that moment, although I permitted fingers, even a slender toy I have, had been off limits to cock.

"I am," he intoned, having urged some more into me.

When he slowly withdrew himself, a part of me didn't want him to leave, while the expected discomfort I'd been lead to believe, was minimal at the most. Nevertheless, I was surprised rather than shocked when he pushed forward, this time filling me that bit deeper.

"George, you're in my ass, emn, and..." I moaned, as pleasure overtook my senses and I turned my attention to the length of awaiting cock before me.

Whether by accident or not, my virgin ass was being pleasurably fucked, slow and deliciously smooth while fingers of his other hand, the one not holding me open, stroked my clit, intent on making me cum as I ministered to Ralph's erection.

Slathering my tongue around the glans for a short while, I then did likewise to as much of Ralph's shaft as I could get at before taking the head between my lips and sucking the glans while flicking my tongue around them for added pleasure. That elicited a string of moans from him and so I motioned my lips along his length, helped by Ralph directing his hips forward so that I got the lot; his entire length, balls deep, the head nudging the rim of my throat each time.

Thankfully, I had locked the front door when I came in, so there was no chance of either Alan or Ray seeing what could only be described as their slut of a boss in a compromising position and with the delivery men; a cock up her ass and enjoyably so while she sucked and fucked the other one with her mouth. ‘I dare say, before they've finished, I'll be sandwiched between them. How divinely decadent,' my mind relished, as I worked my body back and forth on their pleasurably probing cocks, which subsequently brought about yet another euphoric climax.

"Like I said, guys, I'm supposed to be..." I reminded them, my sentence interrupted when they withdrew themselves from me and quickly shed the rest of my clothes. Only when I was naked, did I conclude: "...thanking you."

"You will," George smiled, and moments later, with their shoes and jeans removed, I was urged to kneel down. I'd already had a mouthful of Ralph, so that left - George! ‘Oh well, here goes,' I said to myself, as I grasped the hilt of his firm sticky cock and approached it with my mouth agape. ‘So long as I keep my tongue under control...' I told myself, as I covered the turgid glans and enveloped more of his firm shaft.

Stood to my left, Ralph filled my empty hand with his erection, while I'd much sooner he be somewhere else, even my ass, if it meant I was getting fuck-filled by both of them, especially since my pussy was being neglected. Not so my tits, though, thanks to them kneading one each, which was some consolation. Yes, I know. I had wanted to show them my gratitude, and, in sucking George's cock from being in my ass, I was certainly doing that while I stroked Ralph's.

Hitherto, the sofa I had brought and invited them to, had gone unused. That changed, when George sat down on it and beckoned me forward. Not just over him, but stood up and with my wet pussy level with his mouth. When he grasped my buttocks and pulled me closer, I thought that he wanted to get a full mouthful of my horny cunt, which he did, flashing his tongue up and down my wet crease and nibbling my lips with his before continuing up to my clit.

"Emn, oh yes, more," I cried out. Not just from what he was doing, but where, with my ass cheeks spread, Ralph's cock was. Yes, you guessed, in my ass. My tight little a-hole was once again being filled with the lovely presence of a warm firm cock while my pussy was being skilfully eaten. Both, in fact, were skilful; what with the pleasure my anus was receiving.

"You think Carly likes having her ass plundered?" Ralph intoned, in response to my continued moans, heightened by that of his mate, George, licking and sucking my clit while Ralph rolled and pulled my sensitive hard nipples.

"Not quite, I, emn, yes, like having it fucked, so, fuck my ass," I urged, pushing back on Ralph's meat stick as best that I could, when it was next plunged into the very depths of my anal dungeon.

"Ready to try both of us, Carly?" George intoned, before returning to his attentive duty.

"Too fucking right, I am," I rejoined, as, finally, aside from what they had done for my horny pussy, George having made me cum twice with his oral expertise, my wet cunt would see some much-needed and well-overdue action. An understatement, on my part, for what they had in mind for me...

Having left my back passage - momentarily, I assumed - Ralph helped to lower me down onto his fellow deliveryman's stout erection, which I guided into my pussy. Just the head, which is all he, they allowed me. George then moved his left hand to my right tit and that of his right one to stroke my clit.

‘Fuck—me!' I regaled inside. How good are they. I wanted to...well, you know. Compared to every other man, and that's saying something, Ralph and George were perfect. Okay, so they plundered my ass, but even that was perfection and soon I'd be enjoying my first DP, or so I thought.

Ralph lowered me down George's length a bit more, then drew me up, repeating that until I was all the way down, his pubes tickling my mound while my ass rested on his cum filled balls. Still stroking my clit, Ralph drew me up and down his mate's cock a few more times before I took over riding him.

There was something about the combination of my pussy being stroked while my body rode up and then down George's warm firm erection, that was out of this world pleasurable. If that wasn't enough, though...! When I was motioned forward, I thought nothing of my ass cheeks not being flexed open, not even when I felt the puffy head of Ralph's cock brush my puckered anus. I was a bit confused when it slipped lower. ‘Had he missed his target,' I reacted, then, ‘Oh no, he certainly hadn't, not his intended one, at any rate,' I noticed, when, having fumbled about a bit, he managed to urge his shaft in alongside that of George's. That's right. I had not one, but two cocks, or should that be one big mother fucker of a cock in my pussy. ‘It definitely wasn't neglected now.'

I certainly wasn't complaining as they took it in turns to move back and forth inside my very full pussy. What rhythm, what style, what, oh my god, absolute fucking pleasure. I was being fucked by two cocks, neither one in my mouth, and I was speechless. I couldn't manage a murmur, even, as the rippling effect of their alternating fuck action carried me along a long continuous wave of mounting pleasure. All and any reaction was registered in my head as cocks were fucked into me and my clit was nevertheless agitated while a hand from each ministered to my throbbing nipples.

"Oh fuck, yes, more, fuck me, fuck me with your cocks," I eventually urged, moments before another climax befell me.

"Huh, huh, huh," I gasped afterwards, when Ralph withdrew himself from me.

With George firmly supporting my body at an incline, they took my arms and placed my hands on my ass cheeks. Without hesitation, I drew myself open and inviting for Ralph to plunge his long firm cock into my asshole, where I had wanted it, but thoroughly enjoyed ‘the intermission' all the same.

"Emn, stick your lovely cock in my ass, Ralph, fuck my ass, oh yes, emn," I sighed, when I sensed the turgid head urge itself against my tight opening.

I wanted him fully inside me, and so I dug my nails deeper into my flesh. Then, and with one fluid forward motion, my ass was once more filled with cock; long cock, lovely, em, yes, long cock. Once again, I fell silent, caught up in the moment of being double teamed and by the delivery men, as one slowly surging climax rolled into another.

"Fuck me, oh god, fuck me," I cried out, as what felt like a most monumental climax began to grip my entire body. The spasms I felt, caused my ass and cunt muscles to contract and immediately thereafter I felt two warm continuous gushes as Ralph and George made a final ‘delivery' of their welcome cum.

"Thank-you," I intoned, as they slipped from me.