Chapter One

Mary sat at the checkout till, daydreaming about a knight in shining armour sweeping her up and away from her mundane, repetitive life. A shrill, irate voice breaks through her reverie. “Miss! Excuse me!” Mary looks up at the angry old lady standing in front of her as Mary’s supervisor walks past and stops, watching the situation. “Mary! Stop daydreaming and serve the customer!” her supervisor scolds, the old lady huffing and puffing, getting angrier at the delay.

“Oh sorry! £12.75 please!” Mary says, snapping out of her wool gathering as the lady hands her the money.

“Perhaps you should get a early night, then you wouldn’t be so dreamy!” she snaps as she walks out if the store.

Annie, Mary’s supervisor walks over to her checkout. “Mary, come and see me after your break. I need to talk to you”.

“Yes Annie. Am I in trouble?” Mary asks as Annie smiles and walks away without answering her. Half an hour later, Mary is in the canteen, absorbed in her latest novel. Gary and Sam come in and start teasing her. “Oh Adam! Please take me away, I will love you for ever!” both making kissing sounds at her. Mary looks at them and raises her middle finger.

“Why don’t you and your boyfriend go fuck off!” as Annie enters, hearing her retort. “Mary! My office, now!” she barks at Mary. Inwardly groaning, Mary packs her book up and follows Annie. She sits down as Annie pulls up Mary’s monthly checkout statistics on her laptop, turning it so both can see them.

“Mary, what’s going on? You’re daydreaming on the tills, and then I hear you swearing at your colleagues in the canteen!” Annie asks her. Mary looks at her supervisor.

“They were taking the piss because of my book!” she protests, defending herself.

“So, ignore them! Look Mary, perhaps you should find another job.” Annie replies. Mary looks at her, shocked.

“You’re sacking me? Why?” she asks Annie.

“Well,” Annie says “You have been late four times this week. Your sales figures are down, and you’re rude to customers and staff, so I will tell you what I will do. I will give you one last chance, but I will expect to see a marked improvement in attitude and performance as a result”. Annie offers.

“Ok Annie, I will try harder and not get so distracted” Mary says, dejected as someone knocks on the door.

“Come in!” Annie calls out. Stephen, the young manager walks in.

“Got a minute, Annie? Oh, hello Mary! Glad you’re here” he says, “I’ve got something for you!”

“For me?” Mary asks.

“Yes, you! Remember the raffle we had when John left?” he replies. “Well, you won a makeover at Francine’s Styles. Here’s the voucher” he says as he reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out an envelope. Mary smiles.

“Oh wow, thanks!” she grins, excited. Annie looks at her.

“Oh, congratulations!” Annie says, but Mary can see in her face that she’s not happy Mary won. Mary walks out of Annie’s office, past Gary and Sam to finish her shift.

Her day done, she waits at the bus stop. The number 64 pulls up, and Mary climbs on, flashing her pass at the driver. Sitting down, she pulls out her book from her bag and starts to read. After a while, she looks up and sees that the bus is nearing her stop, so she packs her book away and rings the bell, hopping onto the pavement as the bus stops and the doors open. She walks into her local corner shop to pick up the bread her Mum asked her to get on her way home. “Hello Raj, how’s things?” she smiles at the owner as she goes to pay.

“Hello Mary, I’m good thanks. Mina is bringing the grandkids over this weekend, we haven’t seen them in weeks!” he replies. They continue chatting when the bell sounds as another customer enters the shop. Mary immediately recognises the smell of Creed aftershave as the tall, dark handsome stranger walks up to the counter. “Excuse me, but how much is it to put an advert up on your board?” he asks Raj.

“£1.50 a week, or £5 for the month” Raj answers.

“Great, do you have a card I can write on, please?” the stranger asks. Raj hands him a card and black marker pen, and the stranger begins to write. ‘Live in Housekeeper required. Must be able to cook, clean and iron. Good rate of pay- £600 a week with one day off. Must be willing to work weekends. A self contained private studio flat will be provided to live in. I’d prefer someone quiet, no loud music or pets. Would also have access to use the purpose built gym and indoor swimming pool. If interested, please contact Adam Conner at adam.conner@gmail.com or telephone 079807800”

He hands the card to Raj and opens his wallet, and pays for a month, before turning to leave. Mary snatches a sniff of his Creed aftershave discreetly as he leaves. She reads the advert.

“£600 a week! Wow, Raj, I could move out of my parent’s house too! How hard is it to keep a house clean!”

“Go for it, Mary! What have you got to lose?” Raj answers encouragingly. Mary takes a photo of the email address and telephone number. “Bye, Raj” she says as she turns to leave.

“Bye, Mary, stay safe, and good luck!” he calls after her.

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Mary walks around the corner and up to her front door. Unlocking the door, she calls out “Hi Mom, I’m home!” Mary’s Mom wheels over, in her chair. “Hello love! How was work?” Mary leans down and hugs her.

“The same as usual. I’m thinking of quitting and finding another job.” Mary sighs.

“Oh, why’s that? Those boys been picking on you again?” her Mom asks.

“No, Mom. I just feel I need a change. I’m going upstairs, give me a shout when Dad’s home.”

“Ok love” her Mom replies as Mary walks upstairs. She jumps on her bed, getting her laptop out. She Googles the postcode of Adam Conner’s address. Checking Google maps, she looks at the house. “It isn’t that big!” she says to herself. “Do I ring, or email?” she muses, undecided. Making up her mind, she picks up her phone and calls the number. A man’s voice answers. “Hello, Adam Conner speaking” she pauses. “It’s a bad line, I can’t here you” he adds as Mary plucks up the courage to speak.

“Excuse me, but I’m ringing about the job” she says.

“That was quick! It only went up an hour ago. So are you interested? Would you like to come for an interview?” he asks.

Mary gets excited. “Yes please! It says in the advert it’s £600 a week, is that right?” she checks.

“Yes, there’s also a studio flat on the side of the house, an indoor gym and also an indoor swimming pool. I like to keep fit when I’m not writing” he replies.

“Oh I love reading! Have you anything published?” she asks.

“A few,” he says.

“Perhaps I have read something of yours, but I don’t recognise the name Adam Conner. What kind of novels do you write?” Mary asks.

“Mainly adult erotica and love stories” he replies.

“Oh cool! What’s your pseudonym?”

“Michael Spencer” he replies.

Mary goes quiet. “Hello, Miss? Are you still there?” Adam queries.

“Yes, sorry!’ she looks at the picture on the back of her book and goes quiet again. “Oh my God, it’s him!” she thinks to herself. “Yes I’m here. Yes, I’d love to come for an interview” she answers.

“Does 5pm tomorrow sound ok? I’m in meetings with my publisher all day, so can’t do any earlier I’m afraid”.

“Yes” she says, getting excited. “5pm? That’ll be great!” she replies as they hang up.

Mary rings Stephen next, asking him for a favour. “Hello, Stephen speaking” he answers.

“Hi Stephen, it’s Mary”.

“Hi Mary, what’s up?” he asks.

“I need a favour. Well, actually a holiday if possible. I’ve got to take my Mom for physiotherapy tomorrow. My Dad can’t, he can’t get out of work” she fibs. Stephen checks the roster

“Yes, that’s no problem. Tell Annie on Friday to sign it off, and that I authorised it. Hope your Mom’s ok.” He replies.

“Great- thanks Stephen!” Mary says, hanging up.

“Mary, your Dad’s home!” her Mom calls up. Mary runs downstairs. “Hi Dad!” She greets him, hugging him.

“Hello Babygirl! Had a good day” he asks. Mary’s Mom pipes up.

“She’s looking for another job!”

“Well, there’s plenty out there. Hard working people like you should find one no problem. I always said if you’re not happy, then leave and find a job you are happy with. That’s why I’ve been on the buses thirty five years now” he responds.

“I know, Dad. Actually, I’ve only gone and got me an interview! That’s what I need to talk to you both about” Mary tells them both.

“Ok, lass! Let’s have dinner first, then we can chat and you can tell us all about it” he smiles at her, kissing the top of her head.

Chapter Two

After dinner, Mary helps her Mom clean the dishes whilst her Dad relaxes in his chair. Mary walks into the living room and pulls the poofah over and sits by her Dad’s chair. “Ok, lass what’s this about a new job?” he asks.

“Well, first of all you know I love you both?” Mary starts, hesitant.

“Yes lass, and we love you too” he reassures her.

“Well, it’s a live in position as a housekeeper,” Mary explains.

“Oh, so you’ll be moving out. Right lass, order that 50” TV! We will make her room into a man cave for me” he chuckles.

“Dad! I haven’t even got the job yet!” Mary responds.

“You will, lass. So, who are you going to be working for? A family?”

“No, Dad. Him!” she shows both her parents the back of her book. “Oh! He’s nice looking! Is he rich?” her Mum teases.

“Well, he has had five books published, so pretty rich I’d say!” Mary replies.

“Where is it? Not too far away I hope?” her Dad asks.

Mary starts to get excited as she explains “Not too far at all. You know Richmond Street, off Jackson Avenue where I go running?”

“Yes lass,” her Dad nods.

“It’s the end one with the studio flat attached. He also has a gym and even an indoor pool!” Mary adds.

“Oh nice! That’ll keep you fit then, lass! No one like a podgy woman!”

“Dad! it’s the 21st century! No one cares if you’re thin, fat, big, little, bi, gay or straight!” she gently chides him.

“We will miss you!” her Mom says softly.

“It’s ok. If I get the job, I will have one day off a week, so I can come for tea!” Mary reassures her. “Oh, and I won this too, so I can go get my nails and hair done tomorrow!” she shows them the voucher.

“What about work?” her Mom asks.

“I’ve booked a holiday. Stephen has okayed it, it just needs Annie to sign it off, so afterwards we can go down by the lake and feed the ducks and grab a frothy coffee, my treat!” she says.

Her Mom smiles. “That would be lovely, we haven’t done that in a while!”

“Right, I’m off to bed for an early night” she kisses her Mom and Dad.

Chapter Three

The next morning, Mary gets up early. She showers, puts on some jeans and t shirt and walks in to town. Checking out the displays in all the shop windows, she stops as she reaches the salon. As she walks into Francine’s Styles, the receptionist looks at her. “Yes, what can I do for you?” she says, not impressed with the dowdy young girl in front of her. Shyly, Mary hold up the envelope.

“I have this voucher for a manicure, pedicure, wash, cut and blow dry. Is it still valid?” The receptionist scans the voucher.

“Yes, but needs to be used by tomorrow” she says.

“Oh, in that case, can you fit me in today? I have a job interview later” Mary asks. The receptionist laughs.

“Today? Not a chance, sweetie! There is a three month waiting list, so to answer your question no we can’t”.

“Oh Stacy! You can be such a bitch!” a girl with blue hair and tattoos says as she walks over. “I’m Tanya. Mrs Johnson cancelled, so I have a few hours free so I can fit you in. What’s your name?”

“Hi Tanya, I’m Mary, pleased to meet you” Mary smiles shyly as she replies.

“So what do we want?” Tanya asks, looking at the voucher looking at the voucher. “Wow, £250- you can get a lot for that!” Tanya says.

“I can?” Mary asks, surprised.

“Yes, and maybe even some vouchers back too so you don’t end up losing any of them. Let’s start with your hair. Any ideas of what you would like?” Tanya suggests. Mary picks up a magazine and shows Tanya, asking “How about this? And the colour too?” Mary asks.

“Can’t see why not. You have lovely hair, and that style would look perfect on you” Tanya replies, handing Mary the magazine back. “Come on over to the chair by the window, and we’ll get started on that colour”. Tanya helps Mary into the gown and goes to mix the colour.

On her way back, Tanya calls over Polly to join them. “Mary, this is Polly, our nail tech. She can do your nails while you wait for the colour to work” Tanya explains. Polly hands Mary a board of different coloured nails to choose from as Tanya applies the colour to her hair.

Polly comes back over, handing Mary a coffee. “What colour would you like?” Polly asks. Mary points to a deep red colour. “This one, please” Mary says.

“Oh, perfect! That will match your new hair colour, too!” Polly replies as she starts shaping Mary’s nails before applying the polish. As she finishes, Tanya comes back over to check on how the colour treatment has developed. “Ok, Mary, this is ready to wash off, so come on over to the sink”. Mary follows her and starts to relax as the warm water washes over her hair. Tanya shampoos Mary’s hair and then conditions, massaging her scalp. She wraps Mary’s hair in a towel, leading her back to the chair. Tanya starts snipping away, chatting to Mary and the other customers as she works. As she finishes, she holds the mirror up so Mary can see her new hair. “Oh my god, Tanya I love it!” Mary exclaims as she sees herself transformed from a plain looking dowdy girl to a red headed siren. Tanya adds up the voucher. “You’ve still got £100 left” she says.

“But don’t the vouchers run out tomorrow?” Mary asks her. “No, that was just the £150 voucher” she says as she scans the remaining voucher. “There’s still six months left on this one” she explains as she hands the voucher back to Mary. “Good luck for your interview!” Tanya adds.

“Thanks so much. I love my new look! Oh, and thanks Polly too for my nails- you were right, they match perfectly!” Mary says as she walks out of the salon and walks back home.

“Mom, are you here?” Mary calls out as she returns home. Her Mom comes in. “Come on, show me your new hairdo!” her Mom says. Mary does a little twirl to show her. “Oh love, your hair is lovely! Very classy!” her Mom says.

“Thanks. Mom, are you ready?” Mary asks her.

“Yes dear, let me just grab the old bread” she says before wheeling herself out. Mary gets behind her, pushing her along the pavement, the sun shining. “This is nice! Don’t you forget to come and see me when you’re with your rich man!” Mary’s Mom jokes.

“He’s not mine, Mom! Anyway, he’s going to be my employer if I get the job” Mary replies, laughing. They stop and feed the ducks before heading over to Starbucks. Mary orders two hot chocolates with extra marshmallows. They chat away as they sip the chocolate, before heading home. “Mom, what shall I wear for my interview?” Mary asks her.

“I have the perfect outfit! It’s never been worn, either” her Mom replies. “I was going to wear it at my new job, but then I had the accident so never got the chance. It will look great on you!”

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Mary walks to the wardrobe, opening it. She finds the Jacques Vert suit tidy and the other box her Mom asked her to fetch. Opening the box she lifts out a pair of Jimmy Choo heels. “Oh, wow!” she gasps, holding them up and examining them. She unzips the suit tidy next. Inside, she finds a red trouser suit. “Oh my god! Mom that’s beautiful!” she exclaims. “Try the suit and shoes on, love” Mary’s Mom says. Mary quickly changes into the suit and slips on the shoes. Everything fits perfectly, and Mary smiles wide as she sees herself in the mirror. “Very sophisticated, love. You look perfect! Now go and shower and get ready” her Mom suggests.

“Yes Mom, thanks!” Mary smiles as she kisses her Mom.

Mary steps into the shower and starts washing her petite 5ft frame. Feeling the hot water trickle down her body, she starts touching herself, starting with pinching her nipples. She gently moans, moving her fingers over her pussy, circling her clit. Leaning back on the tiles, she starts to stroke faster, allowing the wave of pleasure to wash over her. As her excitement builds, she slips two fingers just inside the entrance to her vagina while continuing to circle her clit with her thumb. Her thighs begin to shake, and she bites back a cry as she moves her hips, slowly at first and then faster as the pleasure builds in intensity. Biting back a cry, she can’t hold the waves of pleasure back any more, and starts to climax, holding onto the wall with her free hand. Panting with the exertion, she starts to calm, letting the water flow over her. She looks at herself in the mirror and picking up a a razor she starts to shave her legs and underarms. Swilling the shower gel off her body, the hot water trickling down, she turns off the shower and steps out. She moisturises her body in coconut oil and wraps a towel around herself before walking into her bedroom.

She smiles as she sees her Mom has laid out a matching bra and knickers for her, along with a new pair of stockings. She slips on the underwear, pulling the stockings on then sits in front of the mirror, putting on mascara and foundation before applying a deep red lipstick. She buttons up a black silk blouse, and then puts on the red trouser suit, slipping on the Jimmy Choo shoes. She looks in the mirror and practices saying “Hello, I’m Mary. Pleased to meet you” rehearsing what she’s going to say in her interview.

Her Mom wheels herself into the bedroom, holding a small jewellery box. “This was your Grandma’s” she says as she opens the box, handing it to Mary. Inside, a silver locket is nestled on crushed deep blue velvet. “It’s beautiful, Mom!” Mary gasps.

“Isn’t it!” her Mom agrees. “She wore it every day. There’s a photograph inside too” she adds, opening the locket. “Here, look! It’s Grandad. Grandma carried him everywhere” she explains. Mary takes the locket and fastens it around her neck. “How do I look?” she asks her Mom.

“You look a million dollars, love!” her Mom says, hugging her.

Chapter Four

Mary hears the Uber pull up outside. “Wish me luck!” she calls out as she leaves the house and gets in, holding her phone. “Richmond Street, number five, please!” she says to the Uber driver. He nods and drives off. Pulling up to the gated property, they are greeted by a security guard, who leans into the car.

“Can I help you?”

“We’re looking for number five- Adam Conner’s house” Mary asks him.

“Last one on the corner, the one with the red Porsche 924 on the drive” the guard points. The Uber drives up and drops Mary off. She steps out and nervously knocks on the door. It opens, and the first thing Mary notices about the man who answers is his height. She looks at him, he’s dressed in khaki cut off shorts, flip flops and a white crisp shirt with the buttons undone. “Hi, you must be Mary?” he greets her. She nods yes. “I’m Adam, please come in” he says as he closes the door behind them. “Well, that’s a good start! Very punctual.” He says to Mary.

“Thank you” she replies.

“Please come through to the lounge” he shows the way with an outstretched hand. Mary looks around and sees three bookcases full of different kinds of books. “So, Mary- can I offer you a glass of lemonade or a hot drink?” Adam asks.

“Lemonade’s fine, thank you” Mary answers. He walks back in with a jug and two glasses. She stares at him as he pours the drinks, her mouth dry and heart pounding with nerves. “Are you working at the moment?” Adam enquires.

“Yes, at the local supermarket on the checkouts, but my boss thinks I’m lazy so I’ve decided to find another job. I saw your advert in Raj’s shop” she explains.

“Can you cook?” he asks her.

“Oh yes. Before I started at the supermarket, I went to catering college, so yes I can cook” Mary explains, adding “I keep a tidy house at home too as my Mom can’t do it, she’s in a wheelchair, so if I get this job the extra £200 I will be earning will be paying for a cleaner so my Mom doesn’t have to do it, and golf lessons for my Dad to get him out of her hair”.

Adam looks at her closely. Leaning back in his chair, he says “My Irish Mother used to say, ‘Son always go with your hunches’ and she was always right, so Mary, when can you start?” he smiles at her.

“Oh my god, you’re giving me the job? Oh thank you Adam!” She goes to hug him but stops herself in time. “What shall I call you? Sir, Master or just Adam?”.He looks at her and smiles.

“When in company, Sir or Master. When it’s just me and you, Adam is fine.” She stands, and this time does hug him. He towers over her, hugging her back. She’s so excited she forgets to ask about the property or the studio flat. “Shall I show you around?” he offers. Mary nods yes. “Ok, first place, the kitchen, and well, you can see what we have. She giggles and points.

“Washing machine, oven, microwave and fridge. Oh and a dishwasher too” she says.

“See, you’re a natural!” he laughs. I eat three times a day- 8am, 1pm and 8pm. I like to keep a schedule, so every day unless I’m away on business I swim for an hour and use the gym for two hours, so in that time I’d appreciate it if you leave me alone. She looks at the purpose built home gym. He opens the two inner doors. Inside, there are six sun beds and a indoor swimming pool. “Do you swim?” he asks her.

‘Oh yes, and I run five miles a day without fail too, so I will probably be up at 6am so I can do my run before making you breakfast” she explains.

“You may use the gym any time of day after 3pm and the pool after 9pm, when I usually read for two hours before sleeping” he says.

“I like to read” she says.

“One other thing. I don’t own a TV. I have an Alexa in the kitchen, lounge, and study, and the gym and pool speakers are connected too” he says.

“That’s ok. I don’t watch much TV anyway, I’d rather read” she replies. He walks past two glass doors.

“Here is where I make the money” he points. On a desk is an Apple Mac laptop. “Again, if you see the doors closed in this room it means I don’t want to be disturbed, but at 11am I have two, not one, or three, Garibaldi biscuits. I can’t eat too much sugar as I have diabetes”. She takes all this in as they make their way back to the kitchen.

He opens the food cupboards. All the contents are in alphabetical order. He opens the fridge, the food inside in colour coordinated containers. She notices the four bottles of champagne at the bottom of the fridge, and a bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin. “I like to keep things organised. I have OCD, so it’s important that my system is maintained” he explains.

“It’s ok, I like stuff in order too. What about the washing machine detergent and dishwasher tablets?” she asks. He opens the cupboards under the sink to show her the boxes of dishwasher tablets and washing detergents.

He walks her out to the back of the property. In the corner, a studio flat with ensuite bathroom is tucked away. She looks at the beautiful garden with swinging loungers. “Wow this area is beautiful!” she gasps.

“Yes it is, especially in the summer” he says. He unlocks the studio flat. Inside, there is a bed, wardrobe and sideboard. She looks in the bathroom with both a bath and power shower. “Where’s the kitchen?” she asks.

“In the house. I will expect you to dine with me. I hate eating alone” he replies. She smiles, thinking “this is great!”. They walk back to the house.

“So, any questions?” he asks. Mary looks at him.

“The advert said that the pay was £600 a week?” she clarifies.

“Yes that’s correct. If you give me your bank details, I will set up a standing order. I’ll also put in another £400 a month for food and stuff, and make sure I get you a card set up for any emergencies or extras. I drink special coffee but you will see that when you make breakfast.” he explains. “So if you are agreeable, I’d just like you to sign this contract, and I will countersign and date it. When can you start?” he asks.

“Monday. I have to go and hand my notice in to my employer and then I’ll need to sort a van for my clothes and books, so would Saturday be ok?” she asks.

“Deal!” he agrees. They shake hands. “Welcome aboard!” Adam smiles at her.

Chapter Five

Mary walks home, popping into Raj’s shop on the way. “Hi, Raj!” she greets him.

“Hello Mary, what can I do for you?” he asks.

“One of those big boxes of Malteesers, a box of Newbury Fruits and a big bar of Cadbury chocolate. Oh, and you can take this down now too!” she points to the advert Adam placed yesterday. “I got the job!” she grins at Raj.

“Congratulations, Mary! Well done!” Raj smiles back.

“Yep, I start on Monday” Mary adds as she pays for the chocolate.

As she walks into the living room, her Dad looks up from reading the evening paper. “Well, lass? How did it go?” he asks her. Mary can’t hold back the huge grin on her face. “I’ve only gone and got the job, Dad!” she explains as her Mom comes in.

“Oh darling! Well done!” her Mom congratulates her.

“These are for you and Dad” she says as she hands him the big bar of chocolate, and her Mom the box of Newbury Fruits. “Dad, that money I owe you- I’m going to pay you back with my first paycheck, and Mom, I’m going to find a cleaner for you to help with the house. Oh, and Dad- those golf lessons you always wanted, I will sort those out too. You always wanted to learn, so that you can play with Fred. I’m going to be earning a extra £200 a month, so I can afford it, and I will be saving £40 a week on bus fare too” she chatters with excitement. Her Dad kisses her. “Well done, lass! I knew you’d get it!” he says, hugging her tightly.

“Well, is it a nice place? Is Adam nice?” her Mom quizzes her.

“Oh god, Mom! He’s polite and very gentlemanly, fit and he’s got all theses rules. I think he said he’s got OCD, but yes he’s nice. Doesn’t own a TV, but loves his music. Oh and the indoor swimming pool and gym- they’re like something out of a posh hotel!” Mary tells her as her Mom opens her Newbury Fruits.

“I love these! Thanks love!” she says as she tucks in.

“I’m going to ring Sammy and see if she’d like to go out for a few drinks seeing as I’ve got this new hairdo and nails. I can tell her my news, too!” Mary says, before walking upstairs.

She rings her best friend, and Sammy answers. “Hello Bestie! What’s up?” Sammy asks.

“Well, I have some news,” Mary starts to say.

“Oh tell me!! No, let me guess- Stephen’s asked you out,” Sammy laughs.

“Shut up, silly sod! No, I’m quitting the supermarket” Mary replies.

“What, Why?” Sammy asks.

“I’ve got a new job!” Mary tells her.

“Cool! Where?” Sammy bites.

“You’ll never guess!” Mary teases her friend.

“Oh, come on Mary! Just tell me!” Sammy begs.

“You know the author Michael Spencer? Well, his real name us Adam Conner, and I’m going to work for him as his live in housekeeper!” Mary explains.

“You mean that good looking guy on the back of the book you lent me? The one who writes those naughty erotica and spanking novels? Wow, you go girl! We need to celebrate! Let’s go to the Dog, it’s usually a good night and you never know, Stephen might be there. You can fuck him now he’s not your boss!” Sammy says as they both giggle.

“Oh, come on, Sammy! Everyone knows he’s fucking Annie! Ok, the Dog it is”.

“Come to mine for 9, and we can get my Dad to drop us off” Sammy says before hanging up.

Mary looks in her wardrobe, sighing at her drab clothes. She picks out a red blouse and decides to keep the suit trousers and the Jimmy Choo shoes on, finishing the look with a black waistcoat. She decides to go bra less and unbuttons her top button. She looks in the mirror, satisfied.

Sammy jumps in the shower and washes her blonde hair before taking a razor and shaving her legs, underarms and then her pussy. She grabs a towel, standing naked, her 34B breasts on show, and a small rose tattoo on her thigh. She looks through her wardrobe, and smiling she decides on skinny jeans, no undies and a tight top but no bra, hoping to pull. She puts her blonde hair in pigtails and applies deep red lipstick. Grabbing her silver padlock necklace and matching bracelet she looks in the mirror, deciding to put her ankle boots on.

Mary knocks on the door, and Sammy’s Mom answers. “Hello Mary! Didn’t recognise you with your new hairstyle! Very nice! Our Sammy says you’ve got a new job! Congratulations!” Sammy’s Mom hands her a card. Sammy walks downstairs.

“Hello, Bestie!” she hugs Mary, then looks at her. “Mmmmmmmm! Love the look! Oh, and those shoes! I love them!” she gushes. Mary hugs her back.

“Oh these old things? Yes thought I’d wear them, and put this trouser suit on. Do you think I’m a little overdressed for the Dog?” Mary asks, worried.

“No, you look great!” Sammy answers as her Dad walks in. “Hello Mary! Congratulations on new job!” before turning to Sammy’s Mom. “Well love, I’m about to start my shift. I’ll drop these two off on the way” he says as Sammy kisses him. He rolls his eyes. “How much?” he teases, smiling at Sammy.

“£50. Pay you back Sunday! Promise!” Sammy smiles sweetly.

“Yes, heard that before! Come on then you two!” he chuckles. Sammy kisses her Mom goodbye. “You two be careful now and don’t get too drunk!” she calls after them as they climb into the car.

Chapter Six

Mary and Sammy walk into the Dog- it’s quiet for a Friday night. Sammy walks to the bar, looking around and orders two pints of Dark Fruit. Picking up their drinks, they find a table and the girls sit, chatting away as the pub gets busier.

“Let’s do some shots!” Sammy says, drunker than Mary. They look at the menu and decide on three apple sours, three raspberry sours, three sex on the beach and one flaming Sambuca. Sammy walks to the bar to order as Mary checks her phone. Looking up, she sees Stephen, Gary and Sam walk in. Stephen walks over to the table, sitting down next to Mary while Gary and Sam go over to where Sammy is standing at the bar, and start talking to Sammy, lusting over her. “Hi Mary, how’s your Mom?” Stephen asks.

“Oh she’s ok. Thanks for today!” she replies. He looks at her new style and smiles. “I like your hair!” he compliments her as Sam, Gary and Sammy return from the bar.

“Look who I found!” Sammy grins.

“Hi Gaz and Sam” Mary greets them. Sammy can see Stephen is already sat next to Mary as Sam and Gaz pull up a stool each either side of Sammy. “Cheers!” they clink glasses before picking a shot each and downing it. “So, are you girls out on the pull tonight?” Gaz asks them.

“No, we’re celebrating” Sammy replies.

“Oh what are you celebrating?” Sam asks as Mary kicks Sammy under the table.

“Mary’s new job!” Sammy announces, ignoring Mary’s kick. Stephen looks at Mary. “You’re leaving us?”

“Yes, I’m handing my notice in tomorrow” Mary replies as Stephen looks upset. Sammy looks at Stephen.

“Why are you upset? We all know you’re fucking Annie, so what do you care?” Sammy says.

“No I’m not! Whoever told you that?” Stephen protests.

“Nah mate, course you’re not!” Gaz teases, laughing at Stephen.

“So what’s this job you’re leaving us for?” Sam asks Mary.

“I’m going to be a housekeeper for a writer” Mary explains.

“Oh ok” Sam says, “What’s the pay like?”

“£600 a week, but I also get live-in accommodation and use of his gym and indoor pool, too” Mary tells them.

“She forgot to add that he’s fit!” Sammy teases as Mary kicks her again. Stephen’s phone vibrates, and he picks it up as he drinks his pint to read the text from Annie.

“He’s being a dick, so won’t be coming over tonight”. Sammy grabs the phone from him, lifting it up in the air and smiling triumphantly.

“See, I fucking told you! You fucking liar!”

“Very funny, now give me my phone back” Stephen asks as Sammy does so, pouting. Mary looks at Stephen and blushes as he smiles at her.

Gaz and Sam take the hint, and go to play on the fruit machine, leaving Stephen with the girls. An Annie Lennox song starts to play on the jukebox, and Sammy grabs Mary, pulling her up, shouting “I fucking love this song!” and they start dancing. Stephen watches Mary dancing before texting Annie back. “Ok, see you at work tomorrow”. The girls sit back down, and Stephen get up to go to the bar.

Stephen walks back with a tray of pints and ten more shots as Gaz and Sam return to the table. “Fucking machine robbed us again!” Gaz moans.

“I’ve told you before there’s only ever one winner” Stephen replies.

“Yes Dad, we know!” Gaz and Sam say in unison as they all laugh.

Sammy starts dancing again, and reaches over to pull Gaz and Sam onto the dancefloor to dance with her, leaving Stephen and Mary alone to chat. “So, the Annie thing,” Mary asks him, “How long have you been fucking her?”

“Oh, it started at John’s party, it’s not serious, just a bit of fun” he replies as Mary smiles at him as Sammy comes back to the table.

“I’m going outside for a vape and some fresh air. Stephen, you look after her!” She grins.

Sammy steps outside, and starts vaping, scrolling on her phone. She hears footsteps, and then a voice. “Yes I fucking know! Yes I’m drunk, you drive me to drink, all your fucking moaning! I will come home when I fucking want. I’m going to hang up now, love you” A stranger steps out of the shadows, and Sammy looks up from her phone, seeing a tall, muscled Jamaican man walking towards her.

“Family problems?” she asks him, smiling, as he lights up a cigar.

“Yes- sorry thought I was alone.” he replies.

“It’s ok. I’m Sammy” she says. “Marcus” he says as he shakes her hand, her skin pale against his. He looks her up and down appreciatively as Sammy admires his muscular physique.

“Wow, your arm muscles are huge!” she giggles, a little tipsy.

“Thanks, I work in construction, so that helps keep me in shape” he smiles, moving a little closer to her. Sammy looks up at him, gazing into his eyes as he leans down and kisses her. She slaps his face.

“Cheeky!”

“I’m sorry!” he holds his hands up as he turns to walk away. Sammy smiles wide as she catches a glimpse of his tight ass, perfectly outlined in his jeans.

“Wait! Come back! Is it true what they say?” she asks. He stops and turns around, smirking as he walks back to her.

“And what do they all say?” he replies.

“That all black men have big cocks?” she asks, flashing a big grin. He smiles walking back over to her.

“That depends” he says as he places his hands on Sammy’s hips.

“On what?” she says, slipping her arms around his waist. He pulls her closer to him, and leaning over, he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he whispers.

“Is it true that blondes are easy and have more fun?” Sammy smiles as she looks up at him.

“Well, if you are well hung, then definitely!” she replies, moving her hand down his back. Marcus bends over and kisses her again, and this time she responds to his kiss. Their bodies touching, Marcus slides his big hands around her waist and then up to her chest, starting to undo her blouse. Sammy bites her bottom lip seductively as she cups his ass with both hands before moving around to Marcus’ zipper. Marcus starts to kiss her neck, nibbling and nipping gently with his teeth as Sammy slides her tiny hand inside his jeans, feeling how big and hard Marcus is. As he reaches her third button, Sammy gasps “Not here, someone might see!”. Marcus grabs her by the hand, pulling her over to a darker area, the only lighting is the moonlight. He undoes the last button on her blouse and exposes her small breasts. Gently caressing them with his hands, brushing her nipples with his thumbs, he leans down and kisses her nipple, flicking his tongue over it as it hardens in response to his attention. Sammy moans into his chest so no one hears, and she puts her hand back into his jeans, gently lifting out Marcus’ hard cock, feeling it throbbing in her tiny hand, his black balls smooth and full.

“You like it?” Marcus asks her, his voice low and husky.

“Oh god, yes!” Sammy groans as he puts his hands on her shoulders, slowly pushing her onto her knees.

“Suck it” he says softly. “Show me it’s not true about blondes” he teases, cupping her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her lips. She looks up at him in mock innocence. “And what do they say?” she asks him.

“You’re all dumb” he grins down at her.

“Oh that saying” she says, kissing the tip of his cock as he groans. “I thought you meant the other thing- that blondes suck cock the best!” She swirls her tongue on his tip, dribbling saliva on his shaft. “Does your wife do this?” she teases, looking up at Marcus. He looks down, grabbing her pigtails, pulling her towards his cock.

“No, she knows when to shut the fuck up and suck my cock!” he replies. Sammy nods, taking him inside her mouth. She tries to deepthroat him but he’s too big and she gags, tears pricking in her eyes. He pulls back and she coughs as they hear voices coming towards them. He puts his hand over her mouth, making sure she stays quiet.

“Sammy, where the fuck are you? Come on! Stop pissing about!” Sammy recognises Sam’s voice but stays quiet.

“She’s got to be back in the pub. Maybe she’s in the toilet!” Gaz suggests as the voices move away. Marcus removes his hand from her mouth.

“Your friends are looking for you” he says, stroking her face.

“Yes I know. I better go” Sammy says, starting to get up. Marcus pushes her back onto her knees.

“Not so fast! You need to finish showing me how well blondes suck cock” he says as he grabs her breast, tweaking her nipple.

“But-” Sammy begins to protest.

“No buts!” he tells her as he pushes his cock back in her mouth, holding her hair tighter. Sammy starts to suck and bob her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh fuck yesss! Suck my big black cock!” Marcus groans. Sammy feels him pulse and start to cum, not warning her. She tries to spit but he won’t allow her. “Swallow it!” he says, keeping his cock in her mouth as he starts to soften. Sammy swallows, dribbling some of his cum on her blouse as she does so. Sammy buttons up her blouse as Marcus wipes his cock on a hanky.

“I want to see you again” he says, stroking her cheek and kissing her forehead. Sammy looks up at him before taking his phone so she can give him her number. As she starts to type her name in, he says “Put Sam work in. That way the Missus won’t know” Marcus says. Sammy taps her number in, and then calls her phone, saving his contact as Marcus the Black Dog in hers.

Mary steps out of the pub, looking for Sammy. “Sammy, you still out here?” she calls out. Sammy kisses Marcus.

“Wait- give me five mins before you come back in” she asks him as her screen lights up and her phone rings, I’m a Barbie Girl playing. Sammy sees it’s Mary, and heads towards her, tripping over a step and falling over. Mary rushes over to help her drunk friend up.

“There you are- we were getting worried!” she chides her as she helps her up.

“I’m fine! I was just looking at the stars, aren’t they beautiful!” Sammy hiccups and giggles. Mary rolls her eyes as Stephen walks over to them.

“You found her, then!” he chuckles.

“I’m not drunk!” Sammy says, acting, Marcus still standing in the shadows waiting for them to go back inside. Suddenly, his phone starts to buzz and he puts his hand over it, trying to muffle the noise and light.

“Hello!” Stephen shouts, hearing the phone. Marcus steps our of the shadows, smoking a cigar.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” he says, as Sammy jumps, acting startled.

“Oh you scared me then for a minute. Were you hiding, watching me?” Sammy says.

“Shut up! Don’t be rude!” Mary scolds her, turning to apologise to Marcus, who chuckles and waves away the apology.

“Come on, I will help you get her back in” he offers putting his arm around Sammy, helping her walk back inside. Mary spots Sammy’s phone lying on the ground and picks it up, shaking her head. The phone wakes up, and Mary notices Sammy didn’t go back to her screen saver. She sees a number she doesn’t recognise stored as ‘Marcus Black Dog 5 xxxxx’ Mary sighs and shakes her head, knowing exactly what that means. She walks back into the pub to find Stephen trying to persuade Marcus to stay for a drink to say thanks for helping them with Sammy.

“Thanks, but no. I need to get home” Marcus says, pointing to his wedding ring. “Me and the wife had a bit of a barney. Time to get a kebab and eat humble pie!” he explains as Mary shoots him a look before turning to Sammy whose blouse is buttoned up wrong and she notices the stain.

“Come on, Sammy- let’s clean you up. I need to pee anyway” Mary says as she drags her friend to the toilet.

“I’ll go get us some more beer” Gaz offers.

Mary drags her friend into a cubicle. “Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself?” she admonishes.

“What?” Sammy protests.

“Well, first of all- your buttons are done up wrong, and I’m guessing that’s cum on your blouse. You sucked that black guy off, didn’t you?” Mary says exasperated.

“Yep. His name’s Marcus, and he’s hung like a fucking donkey. I can’t wait to fuck him!” Sammy replies.

“Sammy, he’s married!” Mary warns her.

“Yes I know, and she sounds a right bitch! She was giving him shit over the phone when we met. Anyway, I’m free and single since me and Phil split and I haven’t had a proper cock in me for six months, so it’s just a bit of fun!” Sammy pouts. Mary sighs and rebuttons her blouse correctly.

“Just be careful, babe! You know I worry!” Mary hugs her.

“Come on, let’s go get fucking drunk! Who knows, we could let Stephen fuck us both- I’m sure he’ll be up for it, he’s been staring at you all night!” Sammy says as she unbuttons Mary’s second button, showing a bit of cleavage. “There, that’s better! Give him something to stare at!” Sammy hugs her as Mary tries to protest but gives in, knowing it is pointless.

They both walk back to their table. Sam and Gaz are back on the fruit machine and Stephen is alone as Mary sits opposite him. Sammy sits herself down next to him, putting her hand on his thigh.

“Fucking machine!” Sam grumbles as he and Gaz come back and down their pints. “Right, we’re off to play some Fifa- got no more cash. See you on lates tomorrow!” they announce as they go to kiss Sammy who pushes them away.

“And now there were three” Sammy says as the bar staff call last orders. “Let’s go to Domino’s club!” Sammy suggests.

“No I’m going home. I have a bottle of Bombay in the fridge, I’m not paying their prices for a watered down drink. Anyone care for a night cap?” Stephen asks.

“Me, please! Come on, Mary!” Sammy replies.

As Sammy starts to walk out, she gets a text. “I’m in my car if you want more of that black cock. I’d like to taste your cunt, I bet it tastes sweet!” Sammy turns to Mary. “On second thoughts, I think I’m going to go home. I’ve had enough and just remembered I swapped a shift with Tina so got to be up at 6am”

“Oh, ok. Stephen, can we take a rain check on that night cap?” Mary asks.

“No, you two go ahead without me. It’s early- I’ll get Dad to pick me up, he’s working the line tonight” Sammy tells them.

“It’s up to you Mary, if you want to come back?” Stephen asks her with a smile.

“Yeah, why not. What’s Annie going to do anyway, sack me?” Mary agrees as they both laugh.

“Make sure she gets home safe in the morning. Have fun, kids!” Sammy says as she kisses Mary then Stephen before walking towards the line of taxis.

Chapter Seven

Stephen takes Mary’s hand as they walk home from the Dog. “Kebab and chips? I’m starving!” he suggests. Mary smiles and nods, so they step into the kebab shop and order food. Stepping outside to wait for their food, Stephen gazes at Mary and she blushes a deep crimson.

“What are you staring at?” she smiles and asks him.

“I’m just wondering what Sammy meant when she said to make sure you get home safe in the morning. Are you staying the night?” Stephen asks hopefully. Mary steps closer to him.

“That all depends on whether I get garlic mayo on my kebab, doesn’t it” she whispers. Laughing, Stephen turns and shouts to the guy serving.

“Loads of garlic mayo on the kebab!” and they both descend into fits of giggles.

As they near Stephen’s house, he stops outside a pub. “I just need to pop in here for a minute, I won’t be long.” Mary looks at him quizzically.

“What, this pub?” she asks him.

“Yes, it’ll only take a couple of minutes, I need something. I don’t have any” he explains. Mary looks at him, smiling.

“Oh, you mean a little blue pill!” she teases, holding back the giggles, trying to look serious. Stephen looks at her, confused.

“No, not that. Hey, what are you trying to say? That I can’t get It up? Just ask Annie, I can go for hours!” he protests. Mary can’t control herself any more and bursts into fits of laughter. “Very funny!” he smiles wryly.

“I know, you daft sod! You mean rubbers. Ok, but hurry I’m hungry! All I had today was a frothy hot chocolate!” she says, slapping him playfully on the arm.

Stephen walks towards the toilet, and hearing a familiar laugh he stops and turns, looking in the snug area. Annie’s there, sat on a guy’s lap, his hand between her legs under her skirt. Annoyed, he steps into the toilet, pulling out four one pound coins. He buys a pack of six condoms and one blue pill from the vending machine, which he pops into his mouth and swallows before walking back out.

“Is everything ok?” Mary asks, seeing the frown on his face.

“What? Oh yes, everything’s fine” he says, smiling. “I’m just down here on the corner” he points, kissing her cheek.

He opens the door to be greeted by an excited bulldog who wags his tail, barking at Mary. “Oh he’s so cute! What’s his name?” she asks as she crouches down, fussing him.

“Butch, get down! I know you can smell chips, Butch. I said get down!’ he says as Mary goes to stroke him, offering him some kebab meat which he gobbles down. “Have you got a plate and a fork?” she asks as she stands back up.

“Oh yes, of course! I’ll fetch them. Want a drink?” he calls from the kitchen.

“What’ve you got?” Mary asks.

“Beer, gin, vodka, Red Bull?” he offers.

“Oh, yes please, that would be great! I love a vodka and Red Bull” she replies.

He walks back in, handing her a plate and fork and an empty glass, carrying the vodka under his arm and one big can of Red Bull. He pours a double shot measure and tops up with the Red Bull, before pouring the same for himself.

“Alexa, play a pop mix” Stephen says as Mary eats her kebab and chips, sipping on the vodka Red Bull, Butch hovering around her hoping for more kebab meat.

Finishing her kebab, she takes her plate through to the kitchen and walks back in, swaying to the music as Wrecking Ball plays in the background. Stephen watches her, admiring her body as she takes off the waistcoat. Feeling the blue tablet start to work, he stands and walks behind her, putting his arm around her waist and pulls her closer in to him. As he kisses her neck, she moans and he starts to unbutton her blouse, sucking in his breath as he sees she’s braless. “Mmmmm” he whispers softly in her ear as he slides his warm hands around to cup her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples as Mary starts to moan, rubbing up against him, feeling his bulge. She turns around and smiles at him, moving her hand down his stomach towards his cock.

“Is that a gun, or are you pleased to see me?” she grins, looking into his blue eyes. He slips her blouse from her shoulders as she starts to unbutton his shirt, admiring how smooth and toned he is as she pinches his nipples.

He pulls her closer, looking into her brown eyes. He starts to unzip her suit trousers as she steps back, removing her Jimmy Choo shoes, sitting back on the sofa. He tugs her trousers off, discovering her red panties and smiles, pulling them off, kneeling fully between her legs. Her breasts heaving, he looks at her and taking her by the hand he helps her stand, leading her to the bedroom. Fully naked, she follows him, watching as he starts kicking off his shoes and unzipping his jeans. He walks over to her and rubs his thumb gently over her lips before kissing her deeply. She responds, sliding her hand down, caressing his bulge. Feeling it twitch, she smiles wide. “Show me” she says softly. He pulls his boxers down, his throbbing 7” smooth cock bouncing out, standing proud above his balls. She licks her lips at the sight of him, savouring his physique. He steps back to admire her fully, his eyes devouring her trim body, with just a wisp of brown hair between her legs.

“Be gentle with me, you’re my first” she says softly as she steps towards him. He gathers her in his arms, tilting her chin up and looks at her.

“You’re a virgin?” he asks her, stroking her face as she nods. Kissing her gently, he lays her down on the bed. He runs his hand over the wisp of hair then puts his thumb on her nub, circling and rubbing it as she begins to moan. He licks two fingers and parts her legs, opening her labia. Gently, he pushes inside as she murmurs as he starts to move slowly deeper. Hearing a popping sound, her hymen splits and a small trickle of blood leaks out and Mary gasps. Getting on his knees, he swirls his tongue on her clit as she mews and moans, her excitement building. Kissing her inner thigh, he starts to lick faster, lapping at her pussy as she gets wetter between the legs. Without stopping, he takes out a condom and rolls it down over his throbbing cock.

Lifting Mary’s legs up, he places her legs against his chest, telling her to breathe as he slowly penetrates her, pushing the first three inches of him inside her. She starts panting heavily, mewing and moaning as he adjusts her legs before pushing five inches inside her.

“Oh god yes! You’re so big! Oh god, fuck!” she gasps as he slowly continues to penetrate her. He looks into her eyes, kissing her breasts and biting gently. He thrusts till he’s balls deep inside, slowly at first and then speeds up, making love to her, kissing her on the lips. He leans back on the bed as Mary straddles him, bouncing up and down on his cock, holding her hands as her breasts heave, her nipples hard as bullets. She looks into his eyes as they continue to make love. He looks at her with naked lust.

“Get on all fours” he says huskily. She does as he says, her perfectly toned ass on show. He parts her lips and kisses her, pushing his thumb into her butt. She looks over her shoulder at him.

“Fuck me like you fuck Annie!” she gasps. He grabs her hips, dribbling saliva in her asshole. He slowly starts pushing his cock inside her ass as he leans over and whispers “This is how I fuck Annie” as he pushes in balls deep, holding her hips and starts fucking her hard. She starts to squeal and moan.

“Oh god yes, Stephen! Fuck me!” she screams as he thrusts harder, holding her hips.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum! Where do you want it?” he groans.

“I want to taste it” Mary gasps. He pulls out, taking off the condom. Walking around to her mouth, she opens wide and he starts cumming in her mouth. She feels the first rope hit the back of her throat and she coughs as the second lot happens. This time she swallows, tasting Stephen’s cum for the first time. She licks her lips, cleaning his cock. He leans down and kisses her.

“Now your turn” he says, laying her back down on the bed. He gets between her legs and starts to finger her, then licks, moving faster.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum!” she cries as he fingers her faster. She starts to shake and writhe as her orgasm washes over her, grabbing hold of the bed sheets.

Utterly spent, they both lay back, panting. Recovering his breath, he moves up the bed and cuddles her, pulling her tightly to him.

“Looks like I will need to get you home safely in the morning after all” he grins as he tenderly moves her hair out of her face. Mary smiles and kisses him as she pulls the sheets over their naked bodies as they cuddle together, holding each other tightly before drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Eight

Sammy walks over to Marcus’ black BMW 5 series, complete with tinted windows and opens the passenger door, climbing in. Marcus leans over and kisses her as she asks him “Where are we going?”

“Well we can’t go to mine, can we!” Marcus points out.

“And I still live with my parents, so we can’t go there either- my Dad would kill me if he knew I was with a married man” she replies.

Marcus looks over at her. “Or do you mean with a black man?” he says.

“Of course not! Just drive, we will find somewhere. You can fuck me over the bonnet or maybe a tree. I don’t really care as long as I get that in me” Sammy says as she reaches over, rubbing his crotch.

“I know just the place” he says. “I know where there’s a derelict barn we can use” he explains.

“Perfect!” she says. “Now, let’s go before my Dad sees us- he’s working the taxi line tonight” she adds.

“Don’t need to worry about that- the car’s got tinted windows. You can see out but no one can see in” he explains.

“Oh! In that case...” she chuckles as she unzips his fly, taking out his black cock and putting her head in his lap. She starts licking his cock as Marcus starts the car and they drive past the taxi line. Sammy smiles to herself as they pass her Dad’s taxi, opening her mouth wider, gagging on Marcus’ cock, dribbling saliva onto his balls and trousers. He grabs her hair, driving one handed as she continues bobbing her head up and down. Marcus indicates and turns left, pulling off the main road onto a dusty dirt track and stops the car.

Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he lifts her head, smiling at her. “You really know how to suck cock. It’s true what they say about blondes!” he smirks. He walks around to the passenger and opens the door, helping her out of the car, his cock still protruding from his fly.

“Over there, that derelict barn, or here” he points. Sammy looks at the barn and touches the bonnet of the car, feeling the warmth from the engine.

“If we do it here, at least my ass will be warm!” she replies as he grins.

“Bonnet it is then” he agrees, walking over and lifting her up like a rag doll, throwing her onto the car bonnet and unbuttons her blouse. Sammy’s tits stand up proudly, her nipples like bullets. He unzips her skinny jeans, pulling off her boots and jeans so that she is fully naked. Marcus buries his head between her legs smelling her pussy, and starts kissing her inner thighs, gently biting. He parts her pussy lips, seeing how wet she is and starts rubbing his huge cock on her lips. Sammy moans and murmurs as he dribbles saliva on his cock, holding her down with his hand on her throat and penetrates her, stretching her pussy wide. Marcus starts thrusting slowly at first, then speeds up. Sammy is now begging for his cock.

“Fuck me! Show me how black men do it!” she begs, his ten inch cock pushing in deeper as he lifts her legs against his shoulders. He starts fucking her faster, grabbing her legs, pounding into her. Sammy is panting and sweating as Marcus slows long enough to pull his trousers down, exposing his toned black ass, before plunging In to her all the way so he is buried balls deep. She grabs his ass as he fucks her harder.

“Are you on the pill or coil?” he gasps.

“Neither, why?” she moans.

“Because I’m about to flood your pussy with my hot load” he growls as he thrusts harder, grabbing her up like a rag doll and flipping her over so her ass is on show.

“Better shoot my load in here” he says as he pushes all ten inches into her ass with one thrust. Sammy screams, so he puts his hand over her mouth, still fucking her, feeling his balls tighten. Marcus starts flooding her ass with his seed as she screams and orgasms, her fluid dripping onto his balls as he continues to shoot his load inside her. Sammy starts to shake and moan, feeling his cum dribbling down her legs as he pulls out, his black cock glistening as he helps her off the car bonnet.

“Clean my fucking cock!” he growls at her.

Sammy looks at him. “Fuck off, you dirty cunt! Wipe it yourself- it’s been in my ass!” she replies, shocked at his request. Marcus laughs.

“And you’re a dirty potty mouth!” he answers back. Sammy laughs as he looks at his watch.

“Fuck, it’s 4 am! I need to get home to my wife!” Marcus exclaims. Sammy starts to get dressed, putting her blouse back on. Marcus wipes his cock, pulling up his jeans.

“Where did you throw my jeans and boots?” Sammy asks.

“Over there,” he points. She finds them and redresses before getting back in the car. Grabbing his phone, she takes a photo of her pussy and tits.

“What the fuck, Sammy?” Marcus exclaims.

“Something to remember me by” she grins. She finds her contact details and deletes them.

“If I want more of this, I will call you. Now take me home, please and you can fuck off back to wifey”.

Chapter Nine

“Good morning, lover, sleep well?” Stephen says as Mary wakes up slowly. Looking up she smiles wide as she sees Stephen holding a tray of toast and black coffee. She stretches and sits up.

“Oh, yes!” she grins, forgetting she’s naked as she pulls the quilt back. Stephen smiles wide, then groans as his phone buzzes.

“Please answer it” Mary says as a photo of Annie dressed in sexy lingerie flashes up, with a text attached. Stephen reads it.

“Hope you like it, lover Bought it to make up for standing you up last night”. Stephen laughs in response.

“Something funny?” Mary asks.

“No, it’s ok. Anyway, this toast and coffee is getting cold” he replies as he grabs a silk dressing gown, offering it to her so she can cover her naked body. Mary looks at him as he holds it out to her.

“We could skip the breakfast, and instead you could put your juicy cock back in my stretched pussy and ass again. Seems that little blue tablet lasted longer than we thought it would” she grins, looking at his bulge. He looks at her quizzically.

“Blue tablet? What blue tablet?” Stephen asks innocently.

“I saw you take it before you spotted Annie. I’m sorry, Stephen- there was a rumour she was fucking Eric the security guard as well as you” Mary explains.

“Fucking tramp!” he says, shaking his head as he places the tray on the bedside table before dropping his boxers. Mary watches him and licks her lips.

“Well hello, big boy! Is that for me?” she smiles, reaching for his cock. Stephen pulls the quilt off her and grabbing her ankles he pulls her down onto her back, opening her legs. Mary strokes his hair as he starts to kiss her inner thighs and starts moaning and mewing. He tweaks her nipples before lifting himself on top of her, pushing his cock inside her. This time he holds her arms and starts thrusting faster and rougher than last night.

“Oh god yes! Fuck me with your big cock you stud” Mary groans, transformed from the prim and proper young lady into passionate, wanton woman. Stephen flips her over onto her front, pulling her ass up. He dribbles saliva into her ass.

“Oh fuck yes! Fuck my ass! Cum inside me, I want to feel you” Mary begs. Stephen gets up on his knees, spreading her ass cheeks and spits on his cock, rubbing it to her asshole. He grabs her hair, pulling her head back, whispering in her ear.

“Deep breath!” she does as he says as he slips into her, balls deep, with one thrust, his cock throbbing as he starts to pound her. Mary is screaming the room down as he takes control of her, grabbing her hips as she continues begging him to cum inside her. His balls tighten and he groans loudly.

“I’m cummng!” he pants, shooting his seed into her ass. Mary collapses into the pillow as she starts to orgasm herself, shaking and panting. As they both start to calm down, Stephen starts kissing her neck.

“I’m going to miss that ass bent over the freezers” he says softly. Stephen looks at the time. “Better get you home!” he says, patting her butt playfully.

“Oh fuck, look at the time!” she shrieks, grabbing her phone and rings Sammy.

“Hello bestie! Did you get home ok?” she asks as Sammy answers.

“Yes, how was your night?” Sammy chuckles.

“Oh, it was wonderful! And this morning wasn’t half bad either!” Mary giggles.

“You dirty slut! You lost your cherry at long last, good for you! Was Stephen as good as you thought he’d be?” Sammy asks, giggling. Mary watches him getting dressed.

“Better! I’ll fill you in later. Gotta go!” Mary hangs up and smiles, getting dressed quickly.

They call at McDonald’s to pick up breakfast before Stephen drops her off.

“See you later?” he asks.

“Yep. I’ll have to drop in to hand in my notice. On to new pastures for me! What are you going to do about Annie?” Mary replies.

“Nothing. After all, she is a sexy old fuck and likes it less vanilla, so maybe I will do what she does with Eric and fuck you both!” he grins at her.

Mary shuts the door behind her as she walks in.

“Did you have a good night?” her Mom asks.

“Yes, we got wasted so slept on a friend’s couch with Sammy” Mary says, tired.

“You girls! At least you look after yourselves!” her Mom shakes her head.

“Yes Mom. I need to shower and pop into work so I can hand in my notice” Mary says as she heads upstairs.

“Ok love” her Mom calls after her.

Sammy’s in work as Mary walks in. “Hi bestie!” Sammy hugs her. “Look at you, all radiant! So, was he good?” she giggles.

“Yep. Was your married man good too?” Mary smirks playfully.

“I went home!” Sammy protests.

“Yes, course you did! Suppose he didn’t give you that hickey on your neck either!” Mary points under Sammy’s left ear.

“Oh my god, Mary! He was hung like a horse! I tried to deepthroat him but he was too big. In the end he came in my ass because I’m not on the pill or coil” Sammy giggles.

Annie walks in as the girls are giggling. “Mary! You’re late! What did we say yesterday?” she snaps at her.

“That I was lazy, always day dreaming oh and if I was late again you’d sack me” Mary replies.

“That’s right!” Annie says. ‘And the very next day you roll up three hours late! Sammy had to cover your shift. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Mary walks over to Annie and hands her the envelope. “My notice. I quit.” She says calmly. Annie takes the envelope, opening it. Mary smiles as she walks over to Annie and whispers “Tim and Stephen don’t deserve you, you wrinkly old bitch” before walking away, smiling sweetly.

“Security!” Annie shouts.

“It’s ok, I’m leaving. See you around, bestie! Will call you” she says as she hugs Sammy. Eric the security guard arrives, and Mary looks at him and grins, turning back to Annie.

“Oh and Annie? Stephen knows you’re fucking Eric as well as him” Mary says, turning to leave. Eric looks at Annie, hurt.

“You said you’d finished it with him!” he accuses her. Annie blushes.

“Well, sort of, anyway” she responds.

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