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The Piano Warehouse, the UK's largest piano realtor, is a very dull place to work. Especially if you don't play the piano. It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon in London, and I was left alone to manage the store myself, which wasn't a problem because there was absolutely no one around, and I was completely bored out of my mind. Now, don't get me wrong, every once in a while some poor old bloke would come in and wander around the cold, modern showroom, ask a price, and after hearing their answer, would quickly make their exit. To say the very least, I was in a foul mood. I sighed and lifted my legs onto the desk, in a very un-ladylike fashion, and leaned back in my very uncomfortable, black, leather chair, and closed my eyes. Twenty minutes later, I heard someone enter the showroom; I didn't even bother getting up this time. "Excuse me miss? May I play this piano?" a man's voice echoed from somewhere in the store. I didn't even have the decency to look up at him. I did, however, put my legs down from the desk and straighten out my skirt, which had slipped down to my hips. "You wouldn't buy a car without test driving it first, would you?" I said rudely. He didn't answer. I heard him lift the key cover, clear his throat, and begin to play. He was surprisingly good. It was then I looked up. He was handsome. I'd say in his late 30's early 40's, well built, with a beautiful light complexion, and very nicely dressed. I instantly regretted my behavior. I stepped out from the desk, and crossed the showroom to the piano at which he was playing. He was playing a Stein Mayer grand piano. He didn't even notice me there. Or if he did, he was ignoring me, as I ignored him. I blushed a deep shade of pink. "Erik Satie," I stated, watching him. He played beautifully. After about a minute he replied. "Do you play?" he asked, not bothering to stop, or even look at me. "No, I only know my favorites." "And you work at The Piano Warehouse." It wasn't a question. I blushed deeper. "Well, I know how to sell a piano!" I snapped at him. This time he slowed his song to a stop and looked up at me for the first time. He was so handsome, my stomach knotted up. "Do you?" he asked sarcastically. I felt like my skin was on fire. Whether from anger, embarrassment, desire, or a combination of the three, I didn't know. I let out a noise of irritation and turned my heel to walk away from him. "Stop, please, I'm sorry. I'm being very rude." I took a deep breath and turned back to face him. He smirked. "How much" – he stood and closed the key cover with a light snap – "is this piano?" I stood there in silence for a moment staring at him. He waited patiently for me to answer. This just irritated me even more. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't know exactly, I'd have to check. But I'd say roughly 10,000 pounds." He let out a low whistle, put his hands in his front pockets, and then stood back to admire the piano. "But of course..." I continued, walking across the room to a different piano, this one much sleeker, with a darker finish. "If I were going to spend that much money, I'd at least go for a Kemble," I said, matter-of-factly, leaning back on the handsome instrument, smiling. He laughed once, and slowly walked over to me, staring directly into my eyes. I shifted uncomfortably in his gaze. "Really. And why is that?" He was standing directly in front of me now; he took his hands out of his pockets and placed them on either side of me. He leaned in so close I could smell his cologne, and feel his warm breath on my skin. It clouded my thoughts. "Well, umm, it just has a richer, more theatrical sound," I stammered, looking up at him. He slowly smiled at my reaction, then bent down and kissed me on my neck. My head spun and I went into shock. I swallowed loudly. "Plus, you don't want a Chinese piano, you know, you should stay true to your country." His teeth scraped softly on the flesh of my neck, and I shivered. He moved his head back to look me in the eyes. I saw his hunger, his passion. And that was all it took. I kissed him hard on the lips, and he accepted me more than willingly. I moved my hands from the piano, and placed one arm around his neck and my other hand ran down the length of his chest. He grabbed me forcefully by the back of the neck, making me kiss him harder. He licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth and invited his tongue in. His free hand ran up the side of my waist, over my breast, and ripped the buttons of my blouse, revealing my thin, black, lacey bra and navel. The cold air of the room covered my exposed flesh in goose bumps and hardened my nipples. As he got more insistent so did I. I pushed his coat off his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt hastily, throwing them on the floor. I broke away from our kiss gasping, and fumbled with the buttons on his trousers. He was huge and thick. He pushed firmly on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees. I took my hand and ran my fingernails softly along the length of him, before taking his flesh into my mouth. He threw his head back and moaned, gripping my long, brunette hair in his hands. I wasn't able to take his entire shaft into my mouth, so I ran my fingers along the base of his cock while I sucked him. I ran my tongue along the sides and tip of his cock, staring him directly in the eyes as I did this. His hands tightened harder in my hair and he let out a low growl. I continued to suck him from head to base, never looking away from his face. Finally he had enough. He grabbed me roughly by the arms, pulling me to my feet. I staggered and he caught be by the waist, lifting me up effortlessly. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and kissed him passionately. I could feel his hardness pressing against me and I moaned in his mouth. He carried me over to the other side of the piano; breaking our kiss, he laid me on the bench. My head was in a daze as he pushed my skirt up to my hips, and slipped my black thong down my legs and over my heels onto the floor. I knew I should have stopped it. Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us. This man was at least twice my age. But the thought of it just made me as horny as ever. He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. I guided his free hand to me, and he slipped his hard prick into me. I gasped as he pushed deep into my cunt. I could feel him stretching me. He smirked sexily at me and ran his hand down my leg and lifted it high onto his shoulder, getting a better angle, and he fucked me as deep as he could. I flexed my muscles around him, desperate to try and please him. He squeezed my jaw harder and I whimpered in pain and pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me roughly, biting down on my bottom lip hard. I screamed as his cock started to pulsate and he released himself within me. I moaned in his mouth when he pulled out of me. My head was spinning, and I didn't even try to move from the bench, even as I watched him dress. When he was done he leaned over me and kissed me tenderly on the forehead. I was panting hard, still trying to catch my breath. I got up into a sitting position. "Well," he said casually, sitting next to me. He lifted the key cover up and began to play. He smiled at me in approval. "One thing’s for sure, you definitely know how to sell a piano. I'll take it." I laughed breathlessly. "Check or credit?" |
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