Rachel Visits Her Old Workplace

"Well that's a shame but I can't leave you here alone to lock up, I could lose my job. Either I stay and wait with you, or I call Barbara to come in from home." Terry was hoping she would choose option A. He couldn't believe his luck, was he about to get to spend an hour alone with his dream girl?

"Fine! You can stay then!" She scowled at the old man. Rachel couldn't risk him phoning Barbara, she was a bit of a cow and would probably be annoyed that Emily had gone off without securing the shop first. Begrudgingly she locked the pair of them inside.

Not wanting to talk or even acknowledge the man she loathed so vehemently. Rachel grabbed a fashion magazine from next to the till and headed to the staff room. She was cross with herself for letting the dream she'd had about him excite her so much.

Terry followed closely behind, watching her peachy bum wiggle under her short skirt as she marched in high heels along the aisle.

Rachel slumped into the old sofa and started to flick through the magazine. Terry would have loved to settle alongside her on the couch but knew she'd probably get up and leave if he did, so he propped himself up against the door frame instead. "Brings back some good memories being here I bet?"

"hhhmmm not really." Rachel could tell without even looking that Terry was unashamedly checking her out again.

"What is it you do now then?" He'd never been very good at small talk but thought he had to try, he needed a reason to keep staring at her without it being weird.

"I'm an estate agent." She replied bluntly. Forgetting how short her skirt was, Rachel crossed her legs, causing it to ride up at the side, exposing one of her stocking tops.

There was a full minute of silence which proceeded it, in which Terry was gawping open mouthed at the top of her thigh. He started to rub his rapidly hardening cock in full view of Rachel if she happened to look up. Thinking he had luckily run out of things to say, she carried on reading.

Only after she'd spotted what the filthy old perv was doing in her peripheral vision, did she remember what skirt she had on and quickly tugged it back down. God she wanted to punch his lights out so badly. Rachel closed her eyes to regain some composure, but rather than a calming darkness, the images she'd been supressing began popping up with increasing clarity. Oh no! This was the last thing she wanted! She was sickened by the urges she was now feeling, but nothing she could do could stop the warm tingling sensations which were radiating out from her dampening sex.

"Estate agent eh? Bet that pays a nice little wage." Terry finally mumbled.

Rachel was fanning herself with the magazine now, her cheeks were flushed and her heart rate had quickened. This can't be happening! Why him? What is wrong with me? She was trying to battle her own mind, but normally it was a losing cause.

"Not as much as you'd think." She responded at last. With that Rachel opened her blazer, slipped it from her shoulders and laid it across the arm of the sofa. She hated knowing how much of a kick he'd get out of seeing what she was wearing underneath, but she had no other option, she was burning up.

It seemed to Terry like she had done it in slow motion. So disbelieving was his brain as to what his eyes were seeing that he was finding it hard to process. His hand stopped fumbling with his crotch, in order to brace himself against the door frame as he nearly staggered and fell with the shock of it all.

Not only could he see her black bra through her tight see through white blouse, but it was so transparent that he could even make out the fine lace detailing on the bra cups. She may as well have been sat there in just her bra, it would have had the same effect.

Saliva was pooling in his mouth as he stared at her huge lightly bronzed breasts, held up so invitingly in the sexy garment. "You...Wh...the?" He mumbled incoherently, forgetting completely what he was going to say.

Rachel stretched her arms high above her head and yawned. This in turn thrust her tits out even further and Terry had to turn away, feeling light headed all of a sudden.

"This magazine is boring. I'm going to look around the shop for a bit." Needing to get as far away from him as she could, Rachel walked past Terry and out onto the shop floor. She couldn't but notice the obvious tent in his trousers as she passed. It didn't help the mental war she was waging inside her own mind. Rachel was determined not to give into her base desires, not this time, not with him of all people.

"Um...yeah...you do that...I'm just gonna..." He shook his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming and then went into his small office. Once inside he watched her on the monitor walking around the shop floor. If he got some good footage of her dressed like this he'd never need to make another tape for as long as he lived. This was golden wank material.

Once she had stopped in the makeup aisle he switched to the nearest camera and zoomed in as far as he could. He let the camera scan up and down the full length of her body, not wanting to miss an inch of this incredible Goddess. "She's wearing fucking stockings too!" He muttered to himself, hoping hearing his own words aloud would confirm their reality.

Rachel hoped Emily would be back soon, fearing that if she didn't remove herself from the situation, she would end up doing something she regretted. But would she regret it? It would be the definition of hate sex that much she was sure of. There was no denying it, something about the thought of being savaged by a man who repulsed her as much as Terry did, was turning her on beyond belief.

Rachel picked up an eye liner pencil. Suddenly and an idea came into mind, it was an impulse decision, but once it was done she was going to have to deal with its consequences. Thieves come in all shapes and sizes, his words from yesterday echoed through her mind. Deep down she knew the battle had already been lost.

Terry's camera was now trained on Rachel's phenomenal cleavage. He was watching her tits rise and fall with every breath she took as he again began to squeeze his achingly hard cock. Then something happened which struck the old pervert dumb. Rachel had picked something up off the shelf and tucked it down between the swell of her breasts.

Confused, he rewound the tape and watched it back. "Fucking hell! Did she just steal that?" He had to watch it a third time before he could accept what had just happened.

What on earth was she playing at? He reached for the Tannoy. "Rachel can you come in here please."

She wasn't surprised he'd been watching her little act of theft. So when his voice came on the loud speaker she quivered with revulsion, but turned obediently and marched towards his little office.

"What do you want?" She stepped inside the cramped room. It smelled strongly of stale food and body odour, so much so that she almost immediately regretted her decision. Inside was a small desk with only the Tannoy speaker and a telephone on it. Behind that was a bank of monitors, in front of a two way mirror. There was a tall locker on her right, but apart from that the only other thing in the room was a large black leather chair which Terry was rising up from as she entered.

"What are you playing at?" He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Rachel glared back at him. She folded her arms under her large breasts, lifting them up invitingly.

"Don't play silly buggers with me. I saw you take something from the shop. Now stop messing about and put it back." He took a step towards Rachel, whose steely glare didn't falter.

"I haven't taken anything! What do you mean you saw me anyway? Were you watching me on the camera? Is that what you do with your days is it? Perv on women? You're fucking disgusting!" She prodded Terry hard in the chest with an outstretched finger. Her heart was really racing now, knowing her dream might well be about to come true.

Terry was initially stunned into silence by her sudden outburst. His face was becoming flushed with anger. How dare she say that to him! Not only was she stealing from right under his nose, but now she had the audacity to insult him right to his face.

"Listen hear you silly bitch. I ain't messing around now. Either you hand over whatever it was you took, or I'll be forced to retrieve it myself!" He stared into the cavernous swell of Rachel's cleavage, there was no sign of the stolen item, but then again there wouldn't be, her tits were easily large enough to hide a cock in between them and whatever it was she took looked pretty small. Even in his moment of anger he couldn't stop his feelings of lust for this blonde bombshell, his cock was flexing in his trousers uncontrollably.

"I fucking dare you." Rachel spat the words at him. She knew she was pushing him to the limits and it wouldn't be long now before he cracked.

This was the last thing he expected her to say. Did she want to be searched? Was he being given the ok to grope the finest pair of tits he'd ever laid eyes on? A pair that had fuelled his imagination, for the last 3 years? He'd probably knocked out a gallon of cum in that time, thinking about those fucking things. But what if he was wrong? What if she was telling the truth and she hadn't stolen anything? He would be fired for sure.

It was worth the risk.

"Have it your way honey." Drooling with hunger, he plunged two fingers down into the soft swell of Rachel's heaving breasts. They touched the tip of something hard and just as he was about to remove the object a white hot pain struck the side of his face. Terry staggered backwards with the shock of the blow.

Rachel had slapped him hard across the cheek. "Don't fucking touch me you filthy old creep!!" She noticed a red hand print begin the blossom on the place where she'd caught him, it almost made her break character and laugh. She'd always wanted to hit him and now she knew how it felt. Hitting him wasn't all she wanted to do to him though, there was a burning lust brewing inside her, born out of pure hatred.

Stunned, Terry reached up and rubbed the reddening mark. "You're gonna pay for that bitch!"

In a flash he was upon her. His hands gripped her shoulders and he pushed her hard up against the lockers, the crash of the impact echoed loudly around the small room.

Rachel could feel the wind get knocked from her and she gasped at his burst of aggression. "OW! NO STO..."

But before she could stop him, Terry had grabbed hold of her silk blouse and ripped it open with one swift tug. Buttons flew in all directions, pinging off the walls and floor. A few moments passed where neither of them moved, the only sound coming from a spinning button, which was slowly rolling to a stop. It was the calm before the storm.

Rachel tried again to slap him but this time Terry saw it coming. "Oh no you don't!" he bellowed. Terry lifted her arms above her head, pinning them there with one hand. Acting on instinct he thrust his other hand down the front of Rachel's black satin bra, except this time with much more force. He snatched out the stolen eye liner pencil and held it up to her face.

"You think you can come in here like you own the place and steal whatever you want do ya? You probably think you're better than everyone else? Looking down on me like I'm some sort of scum you've just scrapped off the bottom of your shoe! Well I've got news for you, you little brat! I don't take kindly to being mugged off in my own workplace by some cock teasing little slut! I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson young lady!" He snarled the words into Rachel's face. She could feel his hot breath and flecks of his spit hitting her cheek. So she returned the gesture.

Pooling a large amount of saliva in her mouth she twisted her head to face him and spat. "FUCK YOU! You're nothing but a pathetic old FUCK!"

The red mist was descending as Terry wiped the huge glob of spit from his nose and chin. "Oh you're a nasty one aren't you?" He looked down at Rachel's bra clad tits which were now rapidly rising and falling with each quickened breath. It was a temptation he could no longer resist. He plunged his pudgy hand inside one of her cups and squeezed.

Terry groaned with sheer pleasure as his hand began to desperately maul her heavy breast. He was finally fulfilling a 3 year long dream. Even in his dreams though he'd never pictured them being as perfect as they were in real life. He wrestled the bra cup down. Unbelievably, considering they were clearly natural, once free from the cup there was next to no sag. Instead it remained thrust out proudly from her slender chest. Her gorgeous pink areola, which was about the size of bottle cap, was topped with a small delicate nipple, which instantly hardened under his touch.

He quickly pulled her other breast free and began to roughly squeeze them in turn. His hand, which was covered in the spit he'd wiped from his face, slipped over them with ease, making them shine in the light, as though they had been coated in massage oils. "GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD!" Rachel struggled under his firm grip, but Terry leant his substantial weight against her, pinning her tighter to the cold steel locker.

"LET ME G..." Rachel gasped as she felt Terry twist one of her nipples. "You like that don't you?" He goaded.

She couldn't help the way her body reacted. She was loving the rough treatment, but she still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "NO!...DON'T...OH!...AAAAAHHHH!" She groaned deeply as he continued to tug and twist her sensitive nipples with relish, before returning to squishing her entire breasts one at a time. He watched her soft flesh overflowing through his outstretched fingers, as he lifted up each of her weighty tits in turn.

"Let go of me you ugly old prick!"

"I think you wanted this didn't you?" Rachel shook her head in defiance. What she really wanted was for him to hurry up and stick that big cock in her, which she could now feel was being ground into her waist.

Terry tried to kiss her plump puckered lips, but Rachel snapped her head to the side. "Oh you're such a tease." He moaned as he resolved to instead begin kissing her flushed cheek. He dragged his slimy tongue along her jaw, giving it a gentle gnaw. "You're so fucking beautiful." He breathed into her ear, as he continued to play with her tits.

Rachel's knees trembled as she felt his tongue flick her soft earlobe, then he latched onto it and began to suck. "Mmmmm you taste delicious too."

"UURRRR! Well you make me SICK!" God she hated him, but she couldn't deny she was now aching to be fucked senseless. After what felt like minutes of him tortuously nibbling and chewing on her ticklish ear, Terry planted a series off kisses down her taught and slender neck.

He was nearing his ultimate prize. Rachel turned her head back and looked down at the sweaty old man as he reached the slope of her left breast. He was mumbling to himself in between each delicate kiss.

The sweet perfumed scent of her warm smooth skin was driving him insane. He wanted to bite down hard on it, but managed to restrain his desires. He hovered in front of her delicate stiff bud, enveloping it with his hot steamy breath.

Rachel couldn't cope, she tried to push it into his awaiting mouth. He looked up at her and grinned "Ha! I knew you wanted it." Wasting no further time he latched onto her sensitive nipple and sucked as hard as he could. Rachel yelped and shuddered, then let out a guttural growl as he savaged her other one.

Terry was now slobbering all over her phenomenal rack, happier than a pig in shit. He inhaled as much of her soft breast meat as he could into his hungry mouth, releasing it with a pop, before repeating the action over and over again.

He was so distracted that he didn't even realise that Rachel was now grinding herself against his throbbing erection, which was now digging into her thigh.

"God I can't get enough of these big fucking things." He buried his head in between them, shaking it vigorously, loving the sensation of her rippling tits slapping against his cheeks.

"Fuck you! You arsehole!"

He straightened up and looked into her deep blue eyes. This was the only chance he'd ever get to fuck the girl he'd been infatuated with for so long. Her eyes were cold, they showed him no emotion, but he was sure now that she was into this. He needed to be sure though, he didn't want to end up behind bars.

"What did you say? You want me to fuck you?"

YES!! She screamed inwardly. But she didn't want to give him any signal of keenness on her behalf. So instead she looked down and sneered. "Tssst! You're a fat fucking joke. I doubt you'd even have it in you."

"Wanna bet!" Terry couldn't restrain his urges any longer. He released her arms and grappled her over to the desk, twisting her around and roughly pushing her down.

"AH! You bastard!"

Terry was hurriedly unbuckling his trousers. He yanked them down and freed his painfully throbbing cock.

"You better not put that limp maggoty prick anywhere near me, you pathetic old CUNT!" She wanted him to hate her as much as she hated him, so was throwing every insult she could think of his way.

Nothing could deter Terry from his goal now though. "You've got a foul mouth for such a pretty girl you know. I think I better fuck some manners into you." He hitched up her short black skirt, bunching it around her waist.

He hardly had time to admire Rachel's gorgeously juicy arse, framed by her sexy set of stockings and suspenders. Her smooth tanned skin was like silk, completely blemish free. He was in too much of a rush to bury his hard cock inside of her.

Far from being limp and maggoty, Terry's cock was a good seven inches. It was thicker than the average too and heavily veined. He pulled Rachel's panties to the side and slid his bulbous head against her wet pink pussy lips, until his tip was coated in her juices. He pushed forwards gently, watching in awe as they slowly parted around him.

"Is it in yet? I doubt I could te..." She couldn't even say the word tell, as suddenly Terry had forced his full length deep into her tight velvety snatch.

"OH FUCK!" He yelled as her pussy walls clamped around his gnarled old cock. The feeling was out of this world.

Rachel let out a long sigh of relief, she was finally getting what she'd been asking for.

Terry gripped her by the waist. He wasn't about to waste any more time, he'd been waiting a lifetime already for a moment like this as it was. He quickly started to pound away at her as fast as he could, grunting with pure lust as he went.

The desk was creaking and Rachel's rippling ass was making a loud slapping noise as it impacted with Terry's fat flabby belly.

"AH! OH! AH! YOU FUCK! UNNGGGHHH! AAHHHH!" Rachel grit her teeth as she pushed herself back onto him to meet his pumping hips.

The sight below him was one he was going to cherish forever. She had the perfect hourglass figure, and it was his, all his. He watched with amazement as his cock slipped in and out of clutching cunt. It was too much for him and he had to stare at the ceiling for a while, fearing he would cum too soon.

"That's it you nasty bitch, take that fat cock!" His hands mauled her firm fleshy bum, his fingers digging painfully into her skin.

"Is that all you've got? PATHETIC!" She couldn't resist goading him, she could feel a much needed orgasm beginning to build from within.

"Shut it you slut!" Terry slapped her ass hard, which made Rachel scream. "AH! YOU BASTARD!!"

He continued to pound away at her, slapping her bum from time to time, which always got an appreciative moan followed by an insult from Rachel. His hands were all over her gorgeous body, pinning her down by the shoulders, before roaming all over her stocking clad legs and up over her succulent ass. Feeling like he had the energy of a 20 year old once again, he gripped Rachel by the hips and hammered into her with everything he could. "UNGH! GIVE IT TO ME! UNGH SHIT!!"