Sue and Julie (Buiness) part three

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Sue and Julie (Buiness) part threePart three.Sue looked about her. She didn’t like what she saw. A dingy one bedroom flat. A shit hole. She’d been for a walk around the northern town she now found herself in, albeit temporarily. Sean had sent her. Sent her north. She hung, on a coat hanger, the dress she had brought earlier, in a charity shop, that and a coat. They had been classy once, now the coat was showing signs of wear, the dress a few years old, had been fashionable once. She opened the other bag, and tipped out several sets of very tarty underwear. Nylon, cheap, Anne Summers. “Can I see the manager, please,” Sue asked. “I’ve an appointment.”Sue disliked the man as soon as she saw him. Nick. Nick the fucking pick. Overweight, and with as over inflated opinion of himself as was his gut. She wanted a job. Any job. He’d looked her over, he saw an attractive woman, clearly down on her luck. It was the blow job that clinched it, that and the promise of more, and then more beside. She left the club with a job, a weeks wages, and an unpleasant taste in her mouth.The next day she dressed, with her usual care. The bra was purple, and fitted well enough, the matching knickers, were a size too small, and cut into her pussy, and rode up her arse. Perfect, if a little uncomfortable. She pulled the dress she had been given over her head. It too was nylon, cheap and shinny, but it covered her bum at least. She pulled on her calf length boots, brought at Primark, but at least they were comfortable. Nick checked her out, groped her arse, and ran his fingers between her legs. He wanted his blow job, which he got. He leaned against his desk, trousers around his ankles, as Sue ran her tongue over his cock. She could taste his wife, or girlfriend, slightly fishy. He wanted to finger her, as she sucked, his fingers hooked under her panties, and pushed inside her. She ignored them, obviously the twat had never heard of foreplay. She worked his cock with her hand, giving plenty of wrist action. As he came, he pulled her head forward, giving her no choice as whether to swallow or not.Sue was efficient, worked hard. After two weeks, Nick offered her the senior barmaid position, in return for a fuck. Sue pretended to think about it, then lifted her dress over her head. She threw it onto a chair, her knickers followed. His cock was already hard, she spread her legs, as he penetrated her. His cock wasn’t big, but it throbbed deep inside her. He moved over her, his breath in her face. She didn’t kiss him, but moved her hips in time with his thrusts. Afterwards she told him what a fantastic lover he was. He believed her, it was what he wanted to hear. Nick instructed her on how to short change the customers, substitute cheap brands. Skim the till, he took it, leaving her with a few extra pounds. Pounds she needed.He trusted her, she worked hard to gain that trust. She cheated, she stole, all for him. She sucked, she fucked. After six weeks she thought she couldn’t achieve any more, she was wrong. The locked room at the top of the club was opened to her. Nick was dealing, re cutting the d**gs, coke, and crystal meth. Mostly stuff she didn’t know. He did a line of coke, and offered her some. It had been a long time since she’d even had a joint. The coke hit her immediately. After that she dealt for him, distributing to the next tier of dealers. Everywhere she went she was followed, followed from the club, to the club. Followed home, to the shops, to the dealers. Nick pushed Sue back into the sofa. He’d already torn her dress off her, and now tore at her panties. They were flimsy, small scraps of nylon. They tore away, her waxed cunt exposed, he parted her pussy lips, then his cock was inside her again, she felt herself being stretched. If was uncomfortable. She rubbed her clit, to try to excite herself, and get her juices flowing. Nick had taken a line of coke, and didn’t notice. Even if canlı kaçak iddaa he hadn’t he probably wouldn’t have noticed either. Sue gripped the sofa, digging her nails into the fabric. Nick didn’t notice either, that the office door had opened. The guy who had been following Sue since she had gone north stood in the doorway. Sue watched him, as he walked forward. He took hold of Nick, gripping his collar, and yanking him backwards, his cock torn from Sue’s cunt. She lay there, legs spread, her labia gapping. Nick floundered, shouted, arms flapping, red faced, his feet tangled in his trousers. Sue lay back in the sofa, and laughed.Mike wasn’t very big, only five feet eight, and slightly built. He could disappear into a crowd. An unremarkable looking man. He had followed Sue since she left Sean’s office. Wherever she had gone, he had been there. Every night in the club he had been there too, un noticed by everyone, everyone that is except Sue. She had seen him, even if she didn’t see him, she felt his presence. She knew he was there, expected him. He was her guardian angel. Her protector. Sean had sent him, and anyone that underestimated Mike Farrell was a fool. Nick was that fool, and now lay curled on the floor, holding his bollocks.“Hello darling, everything alright,” Mike asked.“Fine Mike, I’m fine,” Sue smiled. “But thanks for asking.”“I want my solicitor,” Nick whined from the carpet.“We’re not the Police you fucking idiot,” Sue told him, “we’re your worst nightmare.”Nick look bemused, dull, not understanding.“I work for Sean, now do you understand……………..”.Sue lay on the deck of the yacht, topping up her tan. Her naked body glistened with suntan oil. Beside her, Julie lay face down, her perfect arse an even golden brown, a bead of sweat rolled between the cheeks of her arse, and into her anus. The boat tugged gently at its anchor, as a gentle late afternoon breeze rippled the blue Med. “Do you girls want a drink,” a voice called up.“Yes, the usual darling,” Sue replied, “for both of us.”The drinks were brought forward. Sue looked above her sunglasses, smiled, and opened her legs a little more than they were, or was really necessary. Terry admired the view. Sue looked fabulous, he noticed her inner labia was protruding slightly from her outer labia. He felt his cock stiffen. Julie turned over, to take her drink, from her husband, and saw where he was looking, and the effect it was evidently having. They’d been on holiday for five days, just the four of them. It had been a way of repairing their marriages, but also Sean’s way of saying thank you, at least to Sue. “Julie,” Sue said, “your husband is staring at my cunt, what shall I do about it?”“Fuck him,” Julie giggled.Sue laid back, and spread her long legs, ran a hand over her pussy, parting her cunt, “you heard Julie, so fuck me!” Sue commanded.Terry needed no further urging, his cock throbbed, he entered Sue’s tight cunt, wondering, not for the first time, at how much tighter it was than his own wife’s. Sue curled her legs around his waist, squeezing tightly. Julie rolled onto her side, and watched them, sipping her drink. “Brian,” she called. “Brian, I really need you.”Sue stood beside Julie, as she took in her surroundings. The flat had two bedrooms, each with a bathroom en suite. It wasn’t huge, but spacious enough. It was to be their home away from home. Somewhere to stay when they were in Town. It seemed they would be there often, the flat was in the converted attic of a beautiful Victorian building one of Hampstead‘s leafy avenue‘s. The building had been extensively extended. Now it had entered a new phase of its long life. A club. An exclusive club, members only. Members with money. Sean and Jonny had brought it, in a joint venture, one that would, they hoped, bring them huge dividends. They wanted two of their best assets close on hand. They wanted Sue and Ju
lie on tap.“Well, what do you güvenilir casino think?” Sue asked. “Very glam, what about me?” Julie asked.“I don’t know what to say.” Sue replied, “incredible!” Sue looked at herself in the mirror, her hair still short had a softer look, but was still a shocking blonde. She was still adjusting to it. Long platinum earrings hung from her ear lobes, they caught the light. Around her neck, a thick, twisted, platinum torque. Her eyes a dark smoky black, in shocking contrast to her hair. She pouted her bright red lips. Her former self wouldn’t have recognised the woman in the mirror. Then their was her long dress, it was incredible, backless, figure hugging. A split in the front of the dress extended up, above her crotch. She wore a black thong, of the finest silk, shot through with radiating silver thread, so fine, it was almost not there. Black silk stockings, and silver eight inch heels completed her outfit. Julie wore a dress of shimmering deep blue, where Sue’s dress was backless, hers had a deep plunging neckline, she wore gold jewellery, numerous twisted gold chains hung between her breasts, at their centre, a large blue stone. She wore navy stockings, and like Sue’s they were eight denier. Her knickers were a deep blue, silk, the feel of which against her pussy turned her on. Her hair, as short as Sue’s, her make up as Parisian as Sue’s, and like Sue, she wore long false eye lashes. Sean walked down the long curving staircase, into the party. On either arm were Julie and Sue. Heads twisted upwards, and watched as the three of them descended. The light caught the girls dresses, and their jewellery. They dazzled. Every man in the club was envious of Sean at that moment,. Every woman envious of the two tall beautiful blondes on Sean arms, envious of their figures, their clothes. Money was clearly no object, as they mentally calculated the cost of their outfits. The champagne flowed, Sean and Jonny were congratulated. Hands were shook, backs patted. Sue and Julie purred at Sean’s side, their cheeks kissed, their bottoms occasionally pinched. The gaming tables were busy, the bar even more so. Girls came and went, carrying trays of drinks, trays of finger food. Introductions were made, cards exchanged. Julie took a glass from a passing tray, in doing so, her strap slipped. She let it be, allowing it to slip even further, the aureole of her nipple just visible. Sue stood, her feet parted, ensuring those who cared to look could she her pussy, still lightly veiled by her gossamer panties. The girls had the attention of several men, who competed with each other for the girls company, but it was Sean who escorted them back up the stairs, leaving the guests hungry for them, a hunger they could slate another day, but not this day, or night.Sean’s apartment was luxurious. He closed the door behind them, exhaling as he did so.“Drinks Julie, I’ll have a very large Irish, Sue?” Sean asked.“A large old fashioned please.”Julie made the drinks, as Sean and Sue sank into the deep upholstery.“Pleased with evening?” Sue asked.“Very, it was a better beginning than I could have hoped for. You’re going to be busy, both of you. Your both booked solid for the coming three months,” Sean told them“So what are we worth Sean?” Julie asked, as she passed the drinks.“To me, priceless.” Sean told them simply.Having passed the drinks, Julie sat beside them. “I shall ration you both,” Sean continued, “keep you for our special clients. Now you two go through, I’ll join you soon.”Julie reached behind herself, and unzipped her dress, she let it fall. The gold chains hung between her naked breasts, the blue crystal sparkled in the light., her pert tits, tipped with erect cherry red nipples. Sue kissed the nipple closest to her, it responded, and became erect in her mouth. She nibbled it gently with her teeth.. As Sue’s face came level with hers, Julie kissed güvenilir casino her lips. They were full, soft, wet. Julie ran her tongue over Sue’s lower lip, then slipped her tongue into Sue’s mouth, her tongue like a cobra, flicked in, then out. Julie parted her legs, as Sue’s hand found her crotch. She knew she was wet, knew too that she wanted Sue. Wanted her now, so badly she ached for her touch. That touch came, and Julie trembled with released anticipation. Her stomach was tight, her chest tight. Sue knew her way around Julie’s body, knew too what she liked, and didn’t like. Julie was breathing heavily, her arms above her head, her hands gripping the antique Victorian bedstead. She was coming, she could feel it growing inside her, just as she could feel Sue’s tongue inside her cunt, her breath hot. She was nearly there. Almost, nearly, a little more. “Yessssssssssssssssssssss………….”The man sitting in front of Sean’s desk was sweating. He was pale, and nervous. Sue picked her pen from the floor, from where she had dropped it purposely. Julie watched as Sue’s skirt rode up, revealing a pair of white knickers, which in their turn revealed a puckered anus and a hairless cunt. The sweating man’s attention was diverted, as he looked at the vision atop a pair of long shapely legs. Sue straightened, and smoothed her short skirt back into place. His name was Owen, and Owen was scared. Sean smiled from behind his desk. He had the bastard. “Now Owen, we could come to an arrangement, I’m sure. After all, we’re friends, and friends help each other, do they not?”“Yes, yes of course they do, Mt Tate.” Owen said, almost desperately “Well then perhaps, we could help each other now. I’ll allow you more time on the money you owe me, and in return, you could do a little something for me,” Sean continued.“I would, but what?” Owen asked.“Well, I have a planning application, perhaps you could see it passes quickly…” Sean let the thought hang. “But, I, I………..” “I think you could ease it Owen, and as a token of my goodwill, perhaps you’d like to take Sue here upstairs for an hour or so!” Sean said.It was clear that Owen would like nothing more. “And when my application passes, then I’ll give you Sue and Julie for the night.” Owen lay on the bed, smiling as if he were the cat, which had got all the cream. The cream stood before him, unzipping her skirt. She was beautiful. She unzipped her skirt, he watched it fall. Her white panties stretched across her waxed pussy, clearly visible through the thin material. She pulled her top over the top of her head. She wore no bra, and her tits jutted out above her flat stomach. She was lightly tanned, with no tan lines. She walked towards him, smiling. The she was on him, unzipping his trousers, she took his cock out, working it with her hands, it responded, slowly at first, then it was hard. Her lips covered the bulbous head. He almost groaned with pleasure. His wife hadn’t gone down on him since………He could remember when. He was naked now, Sue had straddled him, she sank onto his cock, taking it all into her wet pussy, a pussy he had so recently had hard against his face. Her skin was soft, her perfume intoxicating. His cock was on the point of slipping out of her, but she stopped just in time, and dropped hard down. He felt his cock gripped tightly by her cunt. He also felt himself coming, he couldn’t stop it. He came, his cock throbbing inside her cunt. She rolled off him, and lay on the bed beside him, gently rubbing her clit, as his cum dribbled from between her wet labia.His mood was euphoric. His debt had at least been set aside, temporarily at least. He could find the money. He was sure he could, given time.The application for change of use to the building at the rear, and a massive extension to the Hampstead club passed. Building work could begin the two building would be joined. Owen had his reward, Sue and Julie together, for one night. A night of his dreams. A dream he would relive in his dreams. He could, if he had know relived them by watching the two videos Sean had made as he firstly fucked Sue, and then fucked her and Julie together. But those videos were in Sean’s safe.

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