Harry Herrick And The Milfs Pt 03

Ellen

With that she slipped out of the door leaving me with a growing erection. I hadn't sorted anything with Ellen about use of the kitchen so decided to have breakfast in the cafe after a shower. I pulled on a robe, carefully arranging it to mask my erection in case I ran into Ellen again. I opened the bedroom door and stepped out, bumping straight into Ellen. My robe fell open, exposing all. I covered myself up as best I could and apologised. It was difficult to look her in the face, having flashed her twice in the last few hours.

"Stop, Harry."

I stuttered to a stop. She was in a bathrobe herself.

"When I said you could have girls over, I don't think I thought it through. This is a small flat and has thin walls."

I flushed with embarrassment as I realised what she meant. I started to apologise again.

"No Harry, let me finish. Whatever your trick is, it certainly worked on Angie. I heard the effects last night and this morning. When she went out of here to open up the cafe, she practically floated down the stairs. What I didn't think through though was how horny it would make me to hear you both together."

She looked me straight in the eye.

"I can't cope with that, Harry. I've been on my own for years and that fumble we had was the closest I've had to sex in all that time."

Then, to my surprise, she simply dropped her robe.

"What do you think?" she said. "I'm not too repulsive am I?"

I couldn't speak, but my cock gave me away, perking up immediately and peeking out from my robe. She was naked. Her body was well toned, with firm musculature. Her waist was a bit thicker than most of the girls I had been but without obvious flab. Her breasts were as good as Angie's, full rounded globes. She did a swing around so that I could see her beautiful cheeks, firm and muscled, before facing me again and gently bouncing her breasts in my face. I couldn't speak for a moment, just watching the way her body moved as she walked, each breast moving independently of the other.

"Well?"

I didn't have to be prompted again. Taking her hand I dragged her off to her bed. I was already hard just looking at her, and felt myself growing further. Once in her room I pushed her gently back on to the bed. As she landed on her back those incredible breasts bounced around again. I straddled her, sliding my hard cock between them, feeling the soft flesh against me. I was too aroused to wait though, so I slid down her until I could feel my cock pushing against her cunt lips, all the while kissing and nibbling at her body. I kissed the underside of her breasts, while playing with her nipples at the same time and she cried out with pleasure.

"Your technique has definitely improved, Harry. Don't hang around too long though. Today I just want that cock inside me making me come the way you did with Angie."

I didn't argue, but parted her legs to expose her wet cunt. She had a full bush of hair, which I loved. I bent forward and buried my face in it, breathing in the scent of arousal. She shuddered as I parted her labia and sucked at them. She came immediately. I wasn't expecting that and her legs clamped around my head, holding me in place. I carried on nibbling and gently biting until she relaxed.

"I wasn't expecting that," she said, "but just fuck me Harry, shove that beautiful cock into me and bang the living daylight out of me. Be as rough and as hard as you like. I just want to be fucked into oblivion."

As instructed I moved up her body and guided my now drooling cock into her. She wasn't as tight as Angie had been, but it didn't matter. She wrapped her muscular legs around me and I went for it, unmercifully. She came again as I started and continued to come as I pounded away. I felt her nails raking my back, but I didn't care. She'd told me to fuck her rough and hard, so I did. By the time I finally came myself she was screaming loudly and almost continuously. God knows what it sounded like in the cafe, but I didn't care. I had come but somehow I was still stiff, so I kept on, before finally collapsing across her and almost passing out.

I slowly recovered my senses to realise I was still inside her. Her legs were still wrapped round me and her arms around my back, holding me immobile.

"That, Harry, was an excellent fuck. Thank you. I won't expect it more than once or twice a week in future, so if you pace yourself with Angie and any other additions to your collection, you should be fine."

I was too exhausted to reply. By now my cock had slipped out of her and she released me. I slid off her to lie flat on my back beside her. She however seemed invigorated, bouncing off the bed to stand naked in front of the mirror, admiring herself.

"You stay there and I'll go and have a shower. I'd suggest you join me, but it is a bit small."

With that she was off. She was back within ten minutes, her body glowing.

"You'll need to be careful when you use the shower Harry. It's got a pump so at high settings it really pummels your skin. Almost as good as a massage."

She dressed quickly with slightly less sexy underwear than Angie, then was off, repeating the instruction to be in the cafe at 11.00 am. After a few minutes recovery, I staggered to my feet and went for a shower myself.

The rest of the day was a blur. I was still in a bit of a post-orgasmic fog, but awake enough to realise that the other two waitresses had heard everything. One of them, probably only about 16 looked at me with a slight panic in her eyes. The other one, however, about Angie's age, never seemed to miss an opportunity to accidentally bump into me, cramming her backside into me as she squeezed past me behind the counter. Angie and Ellen could see what was going on, but thought it was hilarious and did nothing to stop it.

Eventually, I'd had enough. As I was cashing up around 5.00 pm, she squeezed behind me one more time. I turned to face her, now trapped at the end of the bar and leaning across, whispered in her ear.

"Once we've locked up and Ellen and Angie have gone upstairs I have to clean the floors. If you hang around, I could probably manage a quickie over a table."

She blushed slightly, but leaning towards me, laughing.

"After what I heard this morning, there is no way I'm going to be satisfied with a quickie."

Then, she brazenly squeezed past me again, face to face this time, grinding into me as she did it.

"I'd love to see what's under that apron some time."

Then, after a brief whispered exchange with Ellen and Angie, which triggered gales of laughter, she was away.

"That went well Harry," cackled Ellen. "I'll schedule your breaks at the same time in future, shall I? Assuming you are still able to walk once Angie and I have finished with you anyway."

Angie and Ellen conspire

She wasn't exaggerating. Once we were upstairs, I was ordered immediately to strip off. They of course remained fully clothed. I had to change both beds while Ellen cooked a meal for the three of us. They teased me unmercifully, so that by the time it came to eat, I was fully erect and could hardly sit at the table. This of course triggered more amusement.

"I didn't think this was part of the deal when I agreed to take the job. In fact Angie promised she wouldn't."

"But this isn't at work is it Harry," said Ellen. "It's just that after your sterling performance last night, Angie and I have been talking. We've decided to keep you as a sex slave."

"What?" I exploded.

"Yes," said Angie. "So, as a sex slave, you have to be accessible at all times."

"We can't expect you to keep up that level of performance for ever," continued Ellen, "but we'll try to avoid killing you too quickly."

I looked from one to the other. I wasn't sure how to react. Suddenly Angie sniggered.

"Oh dear, your face."

Meanwhile Ellen was struggling to keep a straight face and failed, collapsing into howls of laughter.

"We set Kate up to behave the way she did. She didn't need much persuasion to be fair. She knew who you were anyway, and then heard us this morning. As for the slave bit, well you have a deal with Angie, but that's it. If you are willing to fuck me too, I'll be a happy woman. Neither of us want to own you though. A talent like yours is rare, and deserves to be shared as widely as possible."

"I wasn't sure. I don't know either of you very well and I wasn't sure what I had walked into."

That night was more or less a repeat of the previous one. Angie and I went to bed early and fucked our brains out. She learned how to give a blow job and very quickly became adept at it. Later I moved to Ellen's bed and spent the night with her. This time she was less demanding, but it was equally mind blowing. The cafe was closed on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. So, from Monday night, through to Thursday morning, we spent the time almost continuously fucking. Angie kept Ellen going while I recovered, then finally the three of us got together in a glorious heap of sex.

Thursday night I had to rest. Angie by now was insatiable, so spent the night with Ellen, making as much noise as Ellen and I had. Friday was our last night together. I wanted to make the most of it, since for better or worse she would be moving in with Gerry. Once we'd locked up we had a quick meal and went to bed. Ellen agreed to stay out of the way.

Sex in public

By now Angie had no problems about being naked. In fact she enjoyed it so much that when we were in her room, soon to be mine, she stripped off immediately. I can't deny I loved seeing those wonderful breasts, bouncing independently of each other as she moved. If she kept this up when she moved in with Gerry I was sure he would be a very happy man. For our last night together I suggested we did what she wanted, no restraints. What I wanted was for her to be confident enough to tell Gerry what he needed to do to make her happy in bed.

"I want you to do what you threatened to do a few days ago. Bend me over a table and fuck me from behind until I'm screaming."

I looked around the room, but she stopped me.

"No -- downstairs in the cafe."

"But there are no curtains or blinds."

"I don't care. We can keep the lights off, it should be dark enough by now."

So, stark naked, we went down the rear stairs from the flat to the kitchen, then through into the cafe. She was right, it was dark enough not to be seen -- until a car came down the street when the whole room was lit up.

"I don't know about this Angie."

"You promised me anything I wanted."

By now, my usually willing cock had shrivelled up, so she dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth. Having shrunk so much it all fit in, then as she sucked me down I started to grow. I was off. She kept me in her mouth as my cock expanded, somehow swallowing me entirely. I could see my cock actually down her throat. I groaned at the sensation and despite myself started thrusting into her. Just then the cafe lit up from some car headlights, fortunately passing quickly. She still kept me in there, even as I flinched in the light. I have no idea how she was breathing, but somehow she did. I was almost coming and worried I would choke her if I pumped my usual load in this position. I warned her and she pulled back, gripping my shaft hard to make me subside.

"That was wild," she said. "One of these days we will do it again and you can come. Now though I want you in me."

She turned around and spread eagled herself across the table face down. She was too low for me to get into her, so I grabbed a cushion out of the window seat to put under her, lifting her to the right height. By now I was past caring. I was hard as ever and throbbing with the desire to plunge into her. I was tempted to go anally, but I remembered the warnings from Judith. I slid into her warm soft cunt without any preamble and started banging into her without restraint. I could hear her grunting as I rammed into her. To be honest by now I didn't care if she came herself. I just wanted to slam into those round cheeks and bury myself in her. I grabbed her hips and held her tight, still humping away. She was grunting herself now, louder as my cock bottomed out, my hips slamming into her. We were lit up by headlights several times, but I was past caring. I don't think Angie noticed. She was finally coming and as I kept pounding her, she kept coming, She started to get louder, so I grabbed a linen napkin and stuffed it in her mouth, so she was reduced to grunts. Somehow I kept going, without coming myself, on and on it seemed until finally I was able to let loose, and collapse across her back, the backs of my thighs cramped from the position I'd been in.

I looked up to see a middle aged woman peering through the glass, her mouth open in an O of surprise. She saw me looking and recoiled, then rushed off. I helped Angie up, pulling the napkin from her mouth.

"Was that satisfactory?" I asked.

"Oh god, yes. I love it when you forget everything like that and just pound away. When that happens, I lose myself in the sensations and forget the world. When I finally come it's like being transported to another world."

I quickly replaced the table cloth, then helped her up the stairs again. When we got back into the flat, Ellen saw us and demanded to know what we'd been up to. When Angie told her, she was horrified, but excited at the same time. I think they both had a streak of voyeurism in them.

Angie had the next week off to move, so Ellen and I were alone in the flat. Surprisingly, we didn't spend as much time in bed together as I expected. I was willing, but she seemed to have been sated by the week with Angie and I. Angie being away, I had to work in the cafe that weekend and the next week. She was right. The place filled up with lots of young women, some I recognised and had been with, others seemed to have been brought along so their friends could point me out. I was propositioned quite a lot, sometimes subtly, sometimes it was as subtle as a sledgehammer. I gave them all the same answer, for the next week I was working until 10.00 every night. More than once, I saw a girl waiting outside the cafe when we closed, to see their look of disappointment when I locked up and went through to the back.

The week afterwards I started working at the estate agency and my hours at the cafe dropped back to just three nights a week. That made it easier to think about a social life. I was less interested than I had been in younger girls though. The ones still around tended to be that little bit younger than Ann and the others had been and were a little less interesting, however good their bodies were. Fucking Judith, Ellen and Angie had given me a different perspective. They were all older than me, in Ellen's case by a good margin and by and large were realistic about having sex with someone my age. I wasn't ready to commit to anyone yet, and they accepted that, even preferred it. I was still planning to go to university and I expected too that would open up a whole new set of opportunities to fuck attractive young women. So, for the time being, Ellen and I settled down to being friends and to just enjoying the sex together.