My Life of Sex And Money Pt. 05

The Party.

Ms. Grey finally completed the purchase of the shop and the day she was to receive the keys happened to coincide with my 19th birthday. As a way of celebration, she had decided to throw a party. Existing and prospective new clients were to be invited, I should have been delighted that she thought highly enough of me, to throw such a bash, but in reality, the thought of it, filled me with dread. You see over the last few months, I realised, it was not my handyman skills the women were interested in, instead it was the tool in my trousers that got them excited. I am not bragging when I say "I have bedded most of my female clients." In fact, I had even enjoyed a 3some with Joanne and Becky, the twin lesbians. The thought of these women, all being in the same room, at the same time and their alcohol induced conversations, made my toes curl. Despite all my protestations, Ms. Grey pointed out that she was my employer and if I wished to remain within her group, I will be attending the evening.

So it was with some trepidation, that I entered he room that had been hired for the night, it was packed, most of the women I knew, but there were many others, I had yet to meet. Also what tickled me, was that many had brought their partners with them and quite openly introduced me as their prurient handyman, a term I did not understand, but a phrase that was repeated often that evening.

One woman, Jennifer, made a point of introducing me to her husband, saying,

"Darling, this is Shaun, the young man who has kept me off your back and me totally on mine"

What the fuck did she just say?

He held out his hand and when he shook mine held it in a grip so hard, it hurt.

"Well young man, all I have to say is, thank you, Jennifer has been nagging me for months to get the bed sorted. Nag, nag, nag. Now she leaves me alone."

Phew! I thought he knew about me and his wife.

"She is quite a moan bag, when she starts." He added

I knew damn well she was a moaner, especially when I was buried balls deep inside her.

Ms. Grey ushered me away and introduced me to a woman named Val, saying,

" I have promised her a slow dance with you later in the evening."

From experience, this was not a request but an order.

If I was to describe Val, the only words I could use was plain. Someone you would pass in the street without giving a second glance at. Mid to late forties, dyed brown hair, a pretty face but masked with large glasses. Her dress sense designed to hide whatever figure lay beneath.

"It will be my pleasure to escort you onto the dance floor" I replied.

The rest of the night I spent my time mingling with the assembled guests, I lost count how many times I had my bum squeezed, naughty words whispered in my ears, invitations to fuck.

Towards the end of the night, the lights dimmed and the music slowed. I was aware of what was expected of me, so I made my way over to Val, offering her my hand,

"My dance, I think." I said to her.

Grateful to my grandmother, whom thanks to my late grandfathers lack of interest, taught me to waltz, I was able to lead her adroitly around the floor. Step by step, we moved amongst the crowd, laughing as we bumped into others, less capable than ourselves. After a few track, the DJ changed the tempo, announcing the last few songs, would be slow and smoochy.

"Shall we sit down?" I asked.

Through the thick lenses of her glasses, she looked at me and whispered "Only if you want?"

Changing my hands from the classic hold, I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her close, body to body. Slow and sensual, we moved in unison, hips swaying. With my erection growing, I slipped my leg between hers, my fingers dancing up and down her back. I expected her to pull away but instead she entwined her fingers around the back of my neck, squashing herself against me, I could tell from the way they pushed into me, underneath that dowdy dress, Val had an impressive pair of tits. The way she was moving against me felt like Val was using my leg to stimulate her pussy and when I placed my hands on her arse a wry smile lit up her face before she huskily said,

"You certainly live up to your nickname."

"And what is that?" I enquired.

"The prurient handyman." She replied.

"Val, I have heard that term several times tonight, being honest, I haven't got a clue to what it means."

She laughed at me, before leaning in closer and whispering in my ear,

"Sweet innocent Shaun, it's a posh word for randy, the women round here all know you as the randy handyman and the way you rubbed yourself against me whilst we danced, I have to agree with them."

I leant in to give her a kiss but she stopped me.

"Not here in public, I have a certain reputation to uphold, but if you come to my house tomorrow, I can put some slow music on for us to dance to."

As I walked her back to the table, I caught sight of Ms. Grey and Aunty June watching us, Ms. Grey just nodded, Aunty June winked and blew me a kiss.

The following day was free from work, needing some answers or to be more correct, needing to empty my balls, I headed next door to Aunty Junes, hoping she was in the mood for a fuck. After calling her from the back door, she shouted down,

"I'm still in bed, come on up."

I pounced through the door to find her naked in bed, holding the sheet open,

"Get in here."

Another world record broken for stripping off, I virtually ripped my clothes off and was soon laying upon her, cock in hand, ready to plough straight in between her open legs. She was so wet and open.

"Has naughty Aunty June been playing with herself." I laughingly asked.

"No she hasn't, I have." A female voice from behind me said

Stunned, I turned around to see a young woman, standing naked in the doorway. I had seen her briefly at the party last night, but had no idea who she was. I watched as she strode towards the bed, hips swaying, her cute young breasts, with puffy areola and pert nipples, bouncing ever so slightly. Sliding in besides Aunty June, they kissed, lips locked, tongues entwined. Reaching down the young woman grasped my hard cock and guided it to the entrance of Aunty June's pussy, although I needed no help, her soft fingers felt like velvet, as she pushed me inside. Aunty June let out a small gasp when I fully entered her, I lay still for a few seconds before rocking my hips back and forth, pulling almost all the way out before plunging in deeper and harder. I'm not sure how many orgasms Aunty June had before I came over, but after a few strokes her body began to quiver, the next one was imminent, sensing this the young lady, disengaged from her mouth, ran her hand across her stomach and began stroking her clit. Grunting, groaning, moaning Aunty June tensed,

"Shitttttt." She exclaimed as a powerful gush of hot love honey spewed forth from between her pussy lips, soaking me and the bedsheets, seconds later I unloaded deep inside her, shooting stream after stream of sticky cum. After I pulled out, the young lady edged her way down the bed, grasped my sill hard cock and placed her lips around it, lapping at the cocktail of mixed juices. Still on an orgasmic high, Aunty June indistinctly reached down, stroking the woman's arse before plunging two fingers deep in her cunt, the sucking of my cock matched the rhythm of the fingering and again I felt myself on the verge of cumming. As I grew more experienced, I came to understand that women, knew the signs of a man's release and acted upon it. Just like this young woman, who pulled away, edging me aside, buried her face between Aunty Junes legs and started to eat her out. Between moans and gasps Aunty June managed to say,

"Fuck her Shaun."

I needed no further invitation, two wet, open pussy lips, protruding between a young arse was all the encouragement I needed and for the second time in as many minutes, I was buried balls deep inside a welcoming vagina.

"Give it to her hard and fast Shaun, she likes it rough." Aunty June yelled at me.

Grabbing hold of her hips for leverage, I ravished that young pussy for all it's worth, long powerful thrusts, my balls slapping hard against her. Anyone passing would have thought there was a fight going on in this room, the headboard was banging, obscenities filled the air. The young woman was thrashing about, Aunty June was convulsing and I was fucking like a man possessed. My climax was building, soon I would not be able to hold back, I started to pull out, but the woman clenched her muscles, clamping me tight.

"No you don't, I want it all" She growled.

And with that I came again, not as much this time, but enough for it to dribble out between her legs.

As we lay together in post coital bliss, I asked Aunty June if it would be prudent if she made an introduction.

"Shaun meet Claire, Claire meet Shaun." She jokingly said.

As I lay between them, I discovered Claire was 21, a student, studying away, home for the holidays and been having sex with Aunty June for the last two years. Claire was the daughter of one of her friends.

When Claire left to shower, I asked Aunty June "Who is Val and why was it was important for me to spend time with her."

Her reply was blunt and straight to the point,

"Councillor Valerie James, is head of the planning committee and in order to make sure Angela gets her plans through for the building, we need to keep her on side, if that means you fucking her, so be it, anything we can use against her, should she object would be a blessing."

I was about to enter the true world of commerce and business. A land that would eventually lead to many riches and women.