Leaf Anew

"Tattoos?!" questioned John

"Yes I used to do quite a few in my previous employment" replied Harriet

She added more lotion to her slender arms and began to continue rubbing into John making sure to take her time over his body, it was a massage after all.

"How come you never said this before? Was it on offer?"

"Hmm, well I never know what town wants what till they ask me, not everyone I've encountered likes Tattoos, one town was very much opposed to them actually.."

She continued to rub his legs up and down and gave them a squeeze.

"You do have nice thighs; you can thank your time with Drift for that"

"Mmm" John mumbled, annoyed She was bringing him up again.

"I know you're still getting over him leaving, I apologize" She continued.

John remained silent. "But this was a good call Mr Mayor, John. A massage has the most restorative powers you know. A wonderfull distraction to life."

A distraction, well it wasn't working, thought John.

"Turn over please"

John hated this part; it always made him feel so awkward. It was easy to hide his hard-on lying face down, and she always acted to oblivious to it. He was in a bad mood already but this was making things worse. He turned. The thin linen cover wrapped around his waist became a little loose revealing an obvious protrusion.

Harriet coughed lightly and John blushed hard. He was too angry to do anything about it and just turned his face away. Then he felt the linen loosen more.

He turned back to see Harriet undoing his dressing. His cock bobbed and twitched

as it sprang free, erect and ready, pulsing with anticipation.

"Lucky for you. I only like it when they're angry." Harriet said, removing her apron and getting to work to remove her bra, she wasn't wearing anything else.

"You're going to fuck me John, like I deserve it, take it out on me John"

She crawled up onto the stand, right over him. He was going crazy, he could feel her warm body so close to him, his cock seemed to grow even bigger in excitement.

"Well...?" She teased "Or are you still sad over-" John pulled her to him, her body slapping against his. She gave a surprised gasp which turned quickly into one of arousal.

"Don't want me to mention it, do you?" she joked.

Her face was inches from his, their breath jagged and intense and in time. John got up pushing her back with his body. He got off the stand and pulled her  to the desk at the end of the room. He swept it clear, items crashing over the floor.

"Ohh yes!!" Harriet cried out. "Let me face the etrance! If someone comes.."

He grabbed her and rolled her body over the desk, taking up his position behind her, kicking away the spinny chair. Presented before him was her perfectly white spread cheeks with a bulging vagina awaiting his entrance.

"Come on John I can't-"

He thrust into her.

“AGH! YES!! Yes! Yes!"

Her wines making him more infuriated, he thrust harder and deeper. She gripped at everything around her, the desk shaking and rattling with theirmovements. Her cries echoed round the room amplifying her sounds. It wasn't enough for him. He withdrew.

"OH! No! NO!" she screamed out "Put it back in!!"

John pulled her over to face him. She reached out for his dick but he batted her hands away, and caught them. With the other hand he guided his penis back towards her, aiming lower this time. He'd never done this before, but he needed the pain, he wanted her to suffer more.

His dick wet with her cum proved a sufficient lubricant for penetration. She stared at him mouth agape, breathless. All she gave out was a drawn grunting sound with stifled gasps. Then when he felt his dick had found its way fully in, he began to bring the rhythm.

She was quieter, tears rolling down her face. She was smiling. He quickened his pace up again grabbing the back of her head, getting a large handful of her meticulously maintained hair to pull her further in. Harriet’s pussy continued leaking cum, her sounds mingling between sobs of pain and pleasure. When John felt himself reaching his climax he pulled out again.

She slumped down smacking her arse on the floor, her head rocking back, hitting the edge of the desk.

"Aggh.." she managed through weary breaths. John grabbed the top of her conditioned hair and pulled her to face up. In front of Harriet was his dripping cock, clenched between his fingers, aimed at her.

In exhaustion she let her mouth drop open and tongue slide out, her eyes rolling back.

John furiously beat his member to the image before him until he felt the twitching bring him to bliss. He shot a dollop of cum to the right of her mouth dropped to his knees, continuing to beat the rest out over her fatigued body.