Episode 1 - Dirty Business

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Episode 1 Working for a car hire firm probably wasn't the most glamorous job in the world, but it paid the rent, thought Jilly. She stared into the mid-distance, finally focusing on her colleague Bambi, who just appeared in the doorway, looking a little flushed and slightly ruffled. Where on earth have you been? I've been answering the phones, taking limo bookings and everything.

Sorry, said Bambi. I've been quite tied up myself. Benson asked me to help him out in the garage.

She poured them both a glass of water from the cooler unit, and Jilly downed hers in one long gulp, still not very impressed with her colleague. Well Benson's got a busy evening ahead of him, she said impatiently, gathering the booking schedules and marching off in the direction of the garage. Benson was the firm's mechanic, but doubled as driver when they were busy, which was more frequent these days, especially since the new owner had taken over the business.

Jilly was conscientious and efficient, far more so, she thought, than Bambi, who seemed to live life in the slow lane. You want to try and enjoy your work a little more, offered Bambi as Jilly disappeared through the door. You know what they say, all work and no play.

Benson was slouched against one of the stretch limos when Jilly walked into the garage. His blue mechanic's overalls undone to well below his waist. Maybe a little too undone, thought Jilly.

Her eyes grazed over the length of his body as she approached him. She noticed a tuft of soft, curly black hair escaping from his pants, and as he turned on hearing her footsteps, she took in his well-muscled stomach that was lightly bathed in sweat. She handed him a cup of water in one hand, and the booking schedule in the other.

That way she felt safe. Benson could always be relied upon to take advantage, with a pinch or a slap on the bum if he had the chance. He was sexy, in a sort of dirty, basic way, but not really her type.

He noticed her gaze had fixed on the slight but increasing bulge in his pants, and immediately his cock twitched as he fantasized about a titwank between those sizable breasts in front of him. He handed her back the empty cup and schedule, adding, Can you drop your schedule on the back seat, love, just so I don't lose it? I'm not your love, bristled Jilly, but did it anyway.

Don't get so het up, said Benson, reaching for her shoulders and kneading them with his strong fingers, purposely fingering her bra strap so he could enjoy watching her tits rise and fall a little. She shrugged him off, but he persisted. Come on, relax a little, this feels good, doesn't it? That was indisputable.

The man had an incredible touch, and much as she felt uncomfortable receiving his attentions, she hesitated and submitted to enjoy the feeling for just a moment. Lie down and I can do a proper job, he said with an easy manner as he pushed her gently but firmly into position on the back seat of the limo. I can't do this here, Jilly demonstrated.

You can, he said lightly, and you will, he added in all seriousness. She reflected that after a long sabbatical from mankind, she did in fact desperately need some attention. Benson seemed totally in command of the situation, which he found a little disconcerting.

When she had split up from her ex-gym, she'd said goodbye to control freaks and since then had found it very difficult to trust men. But such was Benson's way with her that she didn't protest further after quickly glancing around to check the coast was clear. Her face was now pressed down into the freshly polished leather of the back seat, which groaned in protest as her sandals dropped off her feet.

Benson jostled his knee in between her legs, pushing them apart just enough to balance on the seat. He had enormous hands, and being well over six feet tall, his reach along the length of her body was impressive and thorough. Just as she began to relax, his strong fingers splayed around her legs and his thumbs began to stray, methodically sliding up and down her inner thighs, breaching the boundary of her hemline a little more each time.

She bit her lip, trying not to gasp to imply it was anything more than an innocent rub. Feelings were reawakening in her that she hadn't felt for such a long time. I've got paperwork to do, she said urgently, as she shuffled and fought to gain control of her emotions.

Is that good? Benson added throttly, ignoring her totally, but intuitively realising the conflict inside her head. Yes, squeak-jilly, realising at once that as soon as she'd acknowledged her enjoyment, which was now soaring off the scale, it would have been stupid to protest.

You've got a body that's begging to be fucked, he said rudely, dipping a long finger into her pussy, then holding it to his nose, inhaling her scent and then sucking his finger loudly. Do you really want me to ignore the signs, he said pausing for a moment. Her inner voice advised caution, but every instinct screamed, fuck me now.

She looked over her shoulder at him, shaking her head. It's important to be thorough though, said Benson, moving his fingers slightly between the crack of her bum cheeks under the filmy undies he'd discovered. Jilly flinched and clamped her cheeks smartly together.

Benson moulded her flesh into submission once more, before sliding a fleshy thumb into her pussy and then continuing to massage her. You're so very wet, you rude girl, admonished Benson. You're a woman in need, I'd say, in need of a good spanking, or maybe I'll just fuck you.

Jilly's mind was full of mixed emotions. How could she let him do this to her, and here of all places? But it did feel so good and very naughty.

Bambi could catch them at it at any moment. Just as she was about to protest again, Benson pulled her hips off the seat, presenting her arse to him. She could feel the crotch of her panties that only a few minutes ago had amply covered her pussy lips, now strained to contain them.

Benson must have read her mind as his fingers stabbed through the flimsy undies, and he ripped them off. His thumbs moved to hold her buttocks apart, pausing briefly to admire the view. The aggression with which he then spat on her rosebud hit her like a depth charge, and it immediately contracted to the size of a pinhead, defending her anal virginity.

She never realized a pulse could relocate at will, just there. Suddenly she was in contact with a previously undiscovered facet of her sexuality. It was dirty, basic, and very enticing.

Benson bent down and started to lick her arsehole gently, occasionally using his strong, pointed tongue to push against her sphincter muscle, which had gained surprising strength. Jilly was squirming and speechless, but uncommitted in her attempts to try and get away from such a debased act. Benson held her firmly, continuing to insist on exposing her to a whole new experience.

The fingers of one hand now relocated to her clitoris. The others were busy pulling at the last few buttons of his overalls, and releasing his cock which sprang out with such force it slapped firmly into the cleft between her buttocks. It seemed a shame not to use the opportunity to wank his cock, he thought lazily.

He stimulated her clit slowly, and then took time to slide his long cock around into her sex, but not before teasing her for a little while. She could smell her sexual scent filling the cabin of the car. Thank goodness it had dark glass, so Bambi couldn't see what was going on from the office.

Benson's long, hot, hard cock felt delicious, and as soon as he was sure she was totally focused on her pussy, he started stroking rhythmically inside her. You naughty girl. What will the boss have to say about this? I think he'd smack your ass for you, because I know that's what I'd like to do.

And with that, Benson started riding her more purposefully. Jilly could feel her muscles involuntarily squeezing his cock. She could hear how juicy she was, and feel her increasing heartbeat thumping inside her chest.

Do you like feeling so full, said Benson grittily as his balls heavily loaded with cum slapped against her. All she could do was groan. Things were moving so fast her brain couldn't keep up, so she simply closed her eyes and submitted to enjoying selfish sex without emotion.

She was feasting on a new diet of filth and loving it. She'd never felt so vital. Through the office window, Bambi smiled to herself, continuing to watch the coverage on CCTV installed in the garage and throughout the building.

She leant back on the tilting office chair, a leg over the arm, stimulating herself gradually to orgasm. She'd certainly won her bet with Benson, and could now look forward to receipt of another little charm for services previously rendered. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander back to the scene several months ago, when she'd been caught masturbating by the new boss.

It had all been very embarrassing, being as this was the first time they'd met. He, however, displayed no such emotion, and simply said, Don't let me interrupt you while you're having fun. She'd been acutely embarrassed, but this only seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes.

I'm sorry, I don't know your name, she said. You will just call me The Shake. He replied, although clearly he didn't look like one, she thought.

He was just a regular guy, albeit with a certain air of authority and charisma, but she had heard rumours that the new boss had an alter ego out of office hours. His manner was very measured. Unbutton your blouse, I want to have a good look at you.

She did as she was told. Now, come here. Bambi walked a few steps to stand in front of him.

He looked intently into her eyes. Offer me your breast. She held herself forward, slipping one breast out of her bra and offering it to his mouth like a succulent fruit.

He hungrily devoured her nipple, sucking hard until withdrawing to admire its new shape and to gauge her reaction. She'd felt that familiar spark of electricity connecting her nipple to her pussy, and waited in eager anticipation of his touch, but he made no attempt to do so. Now I have a little challenge for you.

That new girl is very inexperienced. She needs training, and you will help, he said authoritatively as he continued to play-bite her breast. A woman should be able to give, and receive, the gift of pleasure in all its forms.

But to do so properly, she needs to be trained, don't you agree? It was a question without need of an answer. Bambi's thoughts returned to the here and now as she glanced across into the garage and to the open door of the car, where Benson's muscular rear was flexing as he stroked and poked hard into Jilly, steadying himself with the grab handle above the doorframe in his urgency to satisfy them both.

Gasps and heavy breathing were amplified by the cavernous surrounds of the garage. Jilly's moans grew louder and more urgent, and she bit into the leather seat as ripples of pleasure built then broke loose. She felt her body liquefy, and as a creeping warmth spread from her genitalia throughout her body, her cries were joined simultaneously in a symphony of grunts as the others climaxed too.

None of them were left in any doubt that each of them hadn't been discovered by the others.