Chapter 1 - Andy

 

Being an over sexed male is as much of a curse as any psychological illness can be, and Andy was just such a cursed, male.

His needs, and desires were paramount; he could miss meals, if it meant sex. His desires were so strong that he avoided foreplay, to get to the meat and veg, as he put it. His cock nestled in a warm, moist, vibrant vagina was his only, concern.

He was a good sales man, but his unwanted attentions to the female secretarial staff, meant that he couldn't keep, a job. His record was two months, before a secretary complained, and he was asked to resign, to avoid a court case.

As an average, he increased sales by about five per cent, in every firm he worked for, which in two months is good going. His employers could not say he failed as a sales person, but his desires, were what let, him down.

It was while he worked at his last firm that things caught up with him.

It has to be accepted that not all females, were averse to his approaches, some were just as eager to have a fuck, as he was, but not everyone.

He entered the offices of a large building company, where the receptionist, and the secretary to the managing director, were both what he would consider a conquest. He entered, and smiled at the receptionist.

"Good afternoon; my how delightful you look today, is it a new hair style? No don't tell me, a new dress?" He asked.

"Good afternoon, Andy, this thing, it is old, and no my hair is the same, except I did have it cut, trimmed," she replied, smiling at the compliment.

"It is the glow in your eyes, is that at seeing me enter, is it your break time?" he asked.

"Why yes, look at the time, just a minute, I will organise a relief, and join you," she said.

Andy waited while she organised for her relief to arrive, and then took her hand, and they went around a corner, and into the cleaning cupboard.

No sooner had they entered, and he pulled her to him, she eager as usual, slipped her hand down, and unzipped his trousers, eager to get at his cock. He didn't delay either putting his hand up her skirt, and into her panties they were on a tight time scale, she had quarter of an hour before she needed to be back, at the desk.

Her panties around her ankles, and his cock out, she dropped to her knees, a limp cock is of no use. She took it in her mouth, erect, she stood, and he lifted her dress up, and aimed slipping his hard cock into her cunt with a ram, at the end, to show her, she had all of it.

He pulled out nice and slowly, then rammed it back home hard, out slow, and a hard ram, pushing it back up. This didn't last long before he was ramming it home hard and fast, as she clung to him revelling in the delights of the fuck.

"Yes, yes, yes," she cried into his ear quietly, to avoid detection, "Let me have your load now, argh," she said, stifling her emotional outburst in his shoulder, as she climaxed.

Andy obliged, and shot his load into her, and then they adjusted their dress, and left the cupboard, surreptitiously.

Andy felt relieved, he had got his fuck, and the receptionist had a glow about her, as she entered the staff room. The five-minute fuck eased his tensions, their time was, limited.

"Hello, I needed that. Did you know there are no public toilets, left," he said to the replacement, receptionist.

What he meant, and what she understood him to mean, are different.

"Mrs Pierce will see you now," she told him with a smile.

"Mrs Pierce, what happened to Mrs Harris?" He asked.

"Oh, she is on leave, maternity leave," she replied.

"Pass on my congratulations to them, will you? I bet her husband is very happy," he said.

"Immaculate Conception; she isn't married, and isn't seeing anybody," she replied.

"Oh, well perhaps she was, and hasn't told anybody?" he queried.

"No, I live next door to her, and no males have ever called at her house, I wondered if she were lesbian. Yet I know women who have made advances to her, and she was not interested, odd, very odd," she replied.

"So why use Mrs, as her title?" Andy asked.

"She didn't; she just didn't correct anyone who used it, which was why I suspected she was lesbian, it put most males off, but evidently not one," she said, with a wry smile.

"Indeed, not one, or more?" he asked.

"Perhaps, ah Mrs Harris is ready for you now, and she is married," she told him, and Andy left her, making his way to her office.

Her secretary smiled at him, and showed him in.

"Mrs Harris, I am honoured to meet such a delightful, young lady. As you know I am Andy, the rep for your timber supplies. It is just a courtesy call; everything seems to be in order. Have you heard about our new exciting line in skirting boards?" he asked.

"I didn't catch your last name, I prefer to be formal; it is after all a working relationship, not a friendly one," she said, putting him in his place.

"If that is what you prefer then, so be it, Jones, not the most stimulating of names. I must say, I do like your dress, very fetching," he said.

"Thank you, I like it as well, which is why I bought it. Now down to business, Mr Jones. Invoice one, six lengths of skirting board missing replacements sent, why, they are not of the same, size?" She asked.

"My apologies for that error, and I will attend to it as soon as I return. How do you keep such a trim waist, I bet you exercise?" he asked.

"Again, I thank you for the compliment, but I have another invoice, again, with items missing, this is a business meeting, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, it is, but you look amazing, give me the invoices, and I will have them looked into, and refunds made where necessary. Why are you not a model?" He asked trying to break down her resistance to his advances.

"Can we be honest with each other? The compliments do not interest me. What interests me is whether or not your firm is doing a good job, and with six out of twelve invoices wrong, it isn't. Now stop looking at my bust, and concentrate on correcting your company's errors. If the next period is the same, I will find a new, supplier," she told him bluntly.

"Seeing as you mentioned it, your bust is so firm and proud, a delight," he said, his cock reacting to just the sight of her, and his over sexed, imagination.

"I had intended to give your company another month or two to see if you improved, but now I won't, you may go. How did a letch like you get, this job?" she asked.

"I came mainly to have one last fuck with Mrs Pierce, before I left the company, sack them if you like; they sacked me, last week. How about it then, do you fancy, an orgasm?" he asked.

She smiled at him, but not a nice one, sarcastic, "Actually, if you were the last man on Earth, and the species depended on us having children, I would allow the species, to die out. Now get out, before I have the lads throw, you out," she said forcefully.

"You don't mean that, they all say no, and then melt into my arms, everyone an orgasmic event. Has your husband ever given you an orgasm, I bet not, I bet you think they are a figment of a male brain, or some mystical event. Well with me they are fact, now how about it, G-string or panties, crotch-less are the best, it saves time," he said not listening to her, just fully engaged in getting into her panties, whatever they were.

"You are sick," she told him.

"Yes, I am, and there is only one cure for it; a fuck, at regular intervals, and I need the next one now, so are you; my Nurse Nightingale?" he asked.

"No, I am not, but I do know someone who is. Shall I ask her to attend to, your desires?" she asked him.

"No, don't bother, just drop your panties, and I will satisfy you, and my need, at the same time," he replied.

"This is the last time, leave my office, now," she said more forcefully, leaning aggressively, on her desk.

Andy, unknown to him, had just upset the wrong person, very much so. He left giving the receptionist a smile as he arrived at her desk.

"There isn't chance of another, is there, boy she is one hell of a prick teaser, all on display and locked away. Why put the goods on display, if they are not for sale, or to be used?" He asked her, upset at the rejection.

"Can you wait for an hour, until I have finished, then we can. How about dinner at my place? We can then fuck the night away, my boyfriend is away on business, and will not be coming home tonight, or tomorrow night," she offered, eagerly.

"I like the idea, are you sure he won't be coming home tonight, or tomorrow night. He is rather a big lad, isn't he, and does kung-fu, or something?" He asked.

"Yes, I am sure, and not to worry, he has his wife with him for the trip. That means he can't say anything, can he? One more thing, don't think this will last; I like fucking you, but you are not the type of male I wish to marry, not with a woman in every town. You do understand, don't you?" she asked him.

"Yes, I understand, I need to marry a nymphomaniac, and then we could satisfy each other's, demands. I would also need a few million in the bank, so that we didn't need to work, just fuck the days away," he said smiling.