Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  “After you, honey. Why don’t you let me carry that jacket, anyway?”

  Resigned to their treatment of her, she reached down and slipped the button undone. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see Chris and already undone the button on Rebecca’s jacket and she was dropping it off her shoulders as he leaned down to fasten his mouth on one of her breasts. Rebecca’s head was thrown back and her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the experience.

  Carol had not had the benefit of cumming during the car journey so for her the experience was starting from a colder point. Still, as she handed the jacket to Robert, she found the exposure on this open rooftop began to excite her.

  He took the jacket in one hand and her hand in his other one, leading her over to the stairwell and gingerly down the steep flight. They walked a few feet away from the bottom of the stairs and then he swung her round and pinned her against the wall with his own body. His mouth reached down for hers and he began to kiss her hungrily. One large hand took hold of both of hers and stretched them up above her head, her jacket discarded on the floor beside them. The wall was cold and rough against her back but she returned the kiss just as hungrily, her spark igniting as his free hand mauled her breasts. Their tenderness was forgotten, as was the soreness of her backside, as he ground his erection against her stomach.

  Dimly, Carol heard the other two follow them down the stairs but all her attention was focused on the man ravishing her body with her full cooperation, her misgivings of only a few minutes earlier being washed away as the tide of lust coursed through her body.

  He let go of her hands but she kept them there as both his hands dipped to her waist. The zip on the skirt took only moments to undo and he allowed her to ease herself away from the wall momentarily so he could yank the offending garment off her hips and down to the floor. She glanced to the side to see Rebecca being treated similarly by her lover from the night before.

  Now naked, she felt Robert loosen his fly and then the touch of his red hot erection to her flesh seared into her. He dropped both hands to her buttocks and then effortlessly lifted her. She could feel his cock slip down her stomach until finally, with her feet a good foot off the ground, it slipped into the well lubricated channel of her pussy. Slowly he lowered her back down. She’d dropped her arms to hug him for balance but he still had her pressed against the wall. As he lowered her down onto his cock, her back scraped on the rough cinder block of the side wall of the warehouse, but she was beyond caring as he slowly filled her.

  Finally, he bottomed out and immediately began to lift her again. She clasped her arms around his neck and lifted her body to take some of the strain off him. A gentle relaxing of pressure on her ass guided her back down. A few seconds later they were moving in perfect harmony as their combined muscles lifted and lowered her on his prick. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, holding him to her, drawing him into her as far as she could. Moaning continuously, her entire world was now focused on her lower regions as she strived for that elusive orgasm, the pain of her back rubbing against the wall forgotten in her excitement.

  Glancing to one side, she could see Chris and Rebecca entwined in exactly the same manner, and her ears caught the sound of her naked friend moaning almost in harmony with herself. The position was not conducive to a long fuck, and she used every possible muscle to bring him off as quickly as she could before they both fell and hurt one another. Finally, unable to control herself any longer, her entire body went rigid and she came with a scream that echoed around the huge cavernous empty building.

  A couple of moments later, after a massive thrust, Robert also came, emptying himself into her pussy with a primal grunt of his own. He lowered his body, bringing her feet into contact with the floor, and disengaged. Carol was unable to support her weight and dropped to her hands and knees, panting for breath.

  Alongside her, Rebecca was in a similar position, Chris having finished almost simultaneously with his friend.

  “Well, you look like you had fun.”

  Carol froze as she recognized the bantering tone in the familiar voice—Phil’s.

  “The car is waiting and you just about have time to make your flight if you hurry.”

  “Thanks, Phil, it’s been an absolute pleasure.”

  Chris shook Phil’s outstretched hand and, without a backward glance at the two naked women, headed for the warehouse entrance with Robert close on his heels. The colored man didn’t look back either.

  “Don’t they have some paperwork to sign to seal the contract?”

  Phil laughed.

  “Of course not, Carol. Didn’t you know? Chris and I signed the deal a month ago. You and Rebecca were merely a signing bonus for him.”

  Carol and Rebecca stared at the mayor in stunned silence.

  “Phil! You are a real bastard!”

  He laughed again.

  “Come on, ladies, I’ll drive you home. You look like you need a good clean-up.”

  Workmates and Partners

  Chapter 28

  “Carol, I’m not happy about this. In fact, that’s a total understatement. I’m bloody livid!”

  Peter was studying the bruising on her breasts, she hadn’t shown him the discoloration of her ass yet, or the abrasions on her back.

  “He was a little rough, that’s all.”

  “That’s more than a little rough.”

  “You need to see this then.”

  Carol sighed and stood up, turning her back to drop the robe to the floor from where it had been draped around her midriff. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he surveyed the larger marks on her back and bottom.

  “What the hell did he do to you?”

  She sat down again, hung her head, close to tears.

  “It’s not worth this, sweetheart,” his tone was suddenly solicitous rather than angry. “You can tell Phil in the morning you quit. If he doesn’t like it, we’ll move out as well. I’ll start looking for an apartment for us in town. We’ll manage.”

  She flung her arms around him, hugged him to her naked but sore body, the tears flowing for real now. He held her, above her head his face was a mask of righteous anger. Nevertheless, he could feel her shaking her head against his chest as he held her.

  Finally, the weeping subsided and she raised her head to look at him.

  “No, honey, that’s not the answer. Phil is almost as angry with the guy as you are. He didn’t get a good look at the marks until he’d got me home. Rebecca’s back is much worse than mine. He’s already promised it won’t happen again. There’ll be no more escort work.”

  “But what about the rest of the management team down there? Can they all be trusted?”

  Carol nodded.

  “Sure, Phil holds their futures in his hands. They will continue to behave like perfect gentlemen.”

  “Gentlemen?”

  “Well, gentle, anyway. The problem is honey…”

  She hesitated, almost unwilling to continue. He looked at her and she swallowed hard then did so.

  “The problem is, I kinda enjoyed it. I’ve never had really rough sex like that before. I came hard, several times, while he was doing these things to me. The spanking was very erotic and I don’t think he meant to cover my breasts in bite marks like this. The bruising will all fade away within a couple of days, so there’s no lasting harm. Honestly, honey, I’ll be fine”

  Peter hung his head, unsure of what to say.

  “Anyway, how was your evening with Lizzie?”

  His head came up again sharply as she changed topics on him.

  “Of course I knew about it, it was her idea, you know. Did you enjoy what she did, and what she let you do to her?”

  Carol was smiling at him, her eyes liquid pools of love. He could feel himself sinking into them even though she’d just asked him about the only time he’d been unfaithful to her in their entire marriage. What’s more, she’d obviously known about it in advance.

  “I…”

  “Of course you did.
I know she did, she told me all about it this afternoon. I know she enjoyed it and is looking forward to the barbeque on Saturday as a result. I mean, really looking forward to it.”

  “Oh.”

  “So come to bed, hon. I might be a little battered and bruised but I can still find time for my husband. You can tell me all about it whilst you make love to me.”

  * * * *

  A few minutes after Peter had left for work the following morning, the doorbell rang. Carol was still wrapped in her oversized bath robe. Phil had told both and Rebecca to take the rest of the week off and, as a result, she hadn’t bothered to get dressed while she made her husband’s breakfast and kissed him goodbye.

  When she opened the door she wasn’t too surprised to see Phil standing there. She smiled a greeting and stood aside to let him in.

  “How are you, Carol? Honestly?”

  “I’m okay, Phil, I feel a lot better this morning. I think the bruises are starting to fade.”

  She smiled archly at him.

  “Do you want a look?”

  She made a move as if to undo the belt holding her robe closed, her mind flashing back twenty-four hours to the scene with the bell hop when the same type of belt had been used to bind her hands behind her. The reaction this time was different. Phil shook his head no, his face actually beginning to color, something she hadn’t thought possible.

  “Why, Phil, I do believe you are blushing.”

  He held his hands up in mock surrender.

  “Yep, you’re telling the truth, you are feeling better. How did Peter take it?”

  “He was mad, but I calmed him down.”

  “I thought you would. You need anything, you call me. Okay? I can’t stop, want to check on Rebecca as well and duty calls at City Hall.”

  “You run on, I’m fine. Thanks for calling round.”

  As ever Phil was already heading for the door. There was only one thing he never rushed, she smiled fondly—he didn’t have time and she wasn’t that interested this morning. She thought about the long leisurely love making she had had with Peter the night before and, as she glanced in the mirror, she could see the smile that lit up her entire face.

  Chapter 29

  The phone ringing broke into Peter and Carol’s lazy Saturday morning routine. She lay sprawled in the bed only half awake, one eye watching her husband as he answered the phone.

  She could hear the sound of a man’s voice at the other end but not loud enough to recognize either the voice or the words. Finally, Peter replied.

  “Okay, I’ll tell her, about an hour you say. She’ll be ready.”

  “I’ll be ready for what?”

  Carol raised herself onto one elbow and half tuned onto her side, allowing the sheet to slip down and her naked breasts to spill provocatively into his view.

  “That was Phil. He needs you to work today. Big rush on the Sewage Works project apparently. Big panic. He needs to go into the office this morning and he wants your help.”

  “Oh.”

  “He’s says sorry, you’ll both miss the barbeque, but he’ll treat you to lunch instead.”

  Memory flooded back. Today was the barbeque to which her husband was invited next door. With both Phil and herself away that left Peter alone with Lizzie, and probably Rebecca. Even Susie, released from hospital on Thursday, might be there.

  Peter climbed back onto the bed, his already half-hard dick bouncing in front of his legs as he reached for her. She rolled out of range and wagged a finger at him.

  “Ah… ah! If you are going to be the only stud there this afternoon with two, maybe three, women you’d better save it to keep your strength up.”

  She giggled as the possibility sank into his mind. His mouth opened in a soundless ‘o’. She dashed for the bathroom and threw the bolt before he could recover, calling out through the closed door.

  “I need the time to get showered and dressed. I’ll get my share of you tomorrow, you’ll be too tired tonight.”

  She could hear him chuckle in response but there was no pounding on the door, which caused her to pout a little.

  “Did he say anything about dress codes at all? Do I need to look the female executive type as usual, or not?”

  “Yeah, he did. You can wear jeans and a tee if you want. Casual is fine. Sorry, should have told you.”

  “That’s okay, hon.”

  An hour later, a showered and dressed Carol kissed Peter as Phil honked his car horn from the end of the drive.

  “You be good, honey, and very good to my friends. Enjoy yourself. I have before, now it’s your turn. Bye!”

  She walked rapidly down the drive, grinning to herself.

  * * * *

  When they got to Phil’s office, Carol was surprised to see his secretary there.

  “Good morning, Amy. I didn’t expect to see you today.”

  “Phil rang me this morning, didn’t you, sir? The coffee’s fresh, put it in there about two minutes ago.”

  Phil was the one who replied.

  “Thanks, Amy. Why don’t you come and join us, I might need you to make notes. I assume you put a third cup on the tray?”

  “Of course, mayor.”

  Carol cocked an eyebrow in silent question. Obviously there was some real work to do. She’d assumed Phil was taking her out of the way merely to allow Peter to be more uninhibited when it came to party time on the deck next door.

  They spent the next hour and a half going over the notes and plans for the major extension to the Sewage Works that Phil was trying to get the State government to finance for the City. The work was challenging but Carol found it exhilarating. This was a project she had been immersed in already and was able to answer the questions fired at her, machine gun fashion, easily and accurately. Amy kept a detailed record of the discussions and, after the first hour, disappeared to type up her notes. Finally, Phil suggested they break for lunch and Amy ordered pizzas. As ever, when it came to service for City Hall, the pizzas arrived in very short order, steaming hot and delicious. Amy ate hers, handed over the typed notes to Phil and departed for the day, with his thanks. It was a little after two o’clock.

  “Are we done?”

  Phil shook his head.

  “Afraid not, sweetie, there’s a couple of things I need you to take care of.”

  He leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head and smiled at her. She looked at him reproachfully. He twitched his hips in silent confirmation of what she’d already worked out he meant.

  “I didn’t think you were that interested when you said come in casual clothes. I’d have expected it if you’d said to dress for the office.”

  “Honey, I’m always interested, every minute of every day. You’ll be dressed the way I want you to be shortly, anyway.”

  “Oh? So you want me to undress then.”

  She reached for the hem of her tee shirt, ready to strip it up and over her head but Phil held his hand up to stop her.

  “Not like that, honey. There are a set of outfits for you in there. Please put the outfit in the first bag on.”

  “A set?”

  She cocked an eyebrow at him but he ignored her silent question and nodded his head in the direction of the private washroom which opened off his office. She’d used the one in the reception area earlier so hadn’t seen anything. Mentally shrugging to herself, she crossed the room and pushed open the indicated door.

  Inside there was a mobile garment rail. Hanging on it were seven garment bags, each numbered, the first one, one, the next two… and so on. She stuck her head back out of the door.

  “Seven bags, Phil? What exactly have you got planned?”

  * * * *

  Promptly at two o’clock Peter rang the doorbell on Phil and Lizzie’s front door. A sound behind him made him turn. Walking up the drive, the click-click of her heels echoing around the quiet street, was a rather pale-looking Susie.

  She smiled when she saw she’d made him jump.

  “Hi, Peter, ho
w are you?”

  “I’m fine but, what’s more to the point, how are you?”

  His mind was working overtime as he tried to fit the jigsaw of erotic possibilities together in his mind.

  “I’m tired more than anything else, Peter. I defy anyone to sleep properly in those places. It’s just so noisy. On top of that, I had a nurse coming in every two hours to wake me up to check I was alright. It’s so damned invasive.”

  “Are you sure you’re up for a barbeque?”

  She slipped her arm through Peter’s and smiled at him. At nearly six feet tall plus her two inch heels she was as tall as he was, considerably taller than Carol and especially Lizzie who, in the meantime, had opened the door for them.

  “Well, are you two going to stand there playing old friends or are you coming in?”

  The three chuckled and Lizzie led them into the house and through onto the outside deck where Rebecca was already ensconced in a sun lounger waving a cocktail at them cheerily. As soon as she saw Susie, she slammed the glass down in the holder attached to the lounger, leapt to her feet, providing Peter with a fabulous leg show via the short skirt in the process, and dashed across to hug her friend.

  The conversation about hospital was repeated while Lizzie pressed a beer into Peter’s hand and led him over to the edge of the deck, pretty much out of earshot of the other two.

  “Peter, Susie is here at her own insistence. I’ve told her she can watch if she likes but not to get involved in anything unless she’s sure she’s up to it. Is that alright by you? Only I don’t want her to relapse.”

  “Watch?”

  She playfully hit him on the arm.

  “You know why you are here, so don’t play the innocent with me. I hope you have as much stamina as the other night because both Rebecca and I will tire you out if not, and you won’t want to disappoint either of us, will you?”

  “Of course it’s okay if she sits out. I’m cool with that. Whatever else happens this afternoon is entirely up to you, my dear.”