Harry Art - Chapter 2

"Why do you have to do that?" A voice cried from over the room. It was Grace, one of the new interns in the building.
"Do what?" Harry asked in an innocent manner, he rubbed his pencil moustache and looked towards the machines. She came storming towards him.
"You know full well what you just did, you psychotic fuck!" Grace shouted. Grace stood at five ten but held great power in her body. She was built like a body builder and embraced that form of identity. The dark work shirt held her muscles at bay but they bulged as she spoke. Her face was red and Harry stared at several veins protruding from her neck. He looked at her silently for a moment before walking away.
"W-where are you going? I'm talking to you-" Grace shouted, following Harry further into the work floor and towards the toilets.
"Grace..." Harry cut her off, his whiny voice tore straight through her words. "Get off the roids and go and do some actual work or I'll have you sent back to the job centre, you hulking freak," Harry was blunt and Grace was dumbfounded. Never before had anyone stood up to her, most were intimidated by her very presence. She placed her hand on Harry's slight frame and grazed it across his dark shirt. She leaned in further and he did not protest her advance. He smelt like shit and she recoiled slightly. Her face was perplexed, her mind screamed no, but her body screamed yes. Harry felt the blood filling his overused prick and placed his hand by it to feel it. Grace looked into Harry's deep brown dead eyes and in that instant knew what was going through his head. She moved her right hand off of his chest and grazed it slowly down his dark shirt and towards his grainy work trousers. As her hand slid down she cupped an outline of penis. She raised her eyebrows and Harry began to profusely sweat.

They were stood in the middle of a work room and many around them clocked what was happening but nobody did anything. They all sheepishly placed their heads down and continued printing papers. They were both blind and deaf to the sexually charged moment happening. Grace placed Harry's bony clammy hand in hers and pulled him towards the toilets. Her tug nearly yanked his arm out of his socket but she didn't care and neither did he. She threw Harry into a stall, it was dirt, covered in piss, shit and blood but neither of them cared, how could they. Grace ripped open her shirt like the Hulk when he transforms from Bruce Banner. In contrast, Harry patiently took off his clothes carefully placing them on the top ridge of the stall. Grace pushed Harry down onto the horrific dirty toilet. He felt the fluids brash against his skin but he didn't care. His heart leaped inside his chest and he grazed his new sex fiend's muscle filled leg. It was rock solid but she responded well to his advances. Harry was now fully erect and like a horse during mating season he launched forward targeting Grace's cavern. All four inches of his meat sword headed towards her but Grace stepped back slightly placing it in her hand. She knew that in one tight squeeze she could ruin Harry's manhood and that sense of power turned her on even more. She began squeezing tightly and Harry's eyes widened as the pain hit his stomach.
"Aghh, what are you doing," He winced,
"Playing a game, do you like to gamble?" She replied, her eyes locked into his as the shade of green was all he could see. Her stale coffee breath hit his face and the warmness unconsciously pushed him closer towards her. She loosened her grip and began frantically rubbing as if she was going for a prize.
"Friction burn!" He shouted as she loosened her grip. Harry never thought it'd be like this, he was not a man of emotional depth but in that moment a wealth of relief greeted him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and she followed his lead and lay down on the blood stained cold tiles of the bathroom from hell. She placed her legs up and rested them on Harry's skinny frame. He knelt down and stabbed her with his pork sword and entered the lobby of her body. His face filled with a sense of glee which quickly diminished as he failed to touch the sides; she was wide.
"What?" He asked in a perplexed manner. She smiled and turned around.
"Don't worry, I haven't shat in four days," Grace noted to put Harry at rest. Harry nodded and breached the back door. Much better he thought.

Outside all that could be heard was the dull sound of paper being printed with the occasional crash coming from the toilet. It sounded like somebody had unleashed a rabid kestrel into the building. Harry balled his fist up and placed it in Grace's hole. He had filled her up and now rhythmically thrust and punched. She moaned in glee as he locked onto her emotional dexterity. Minutes felt like hours and Harry pulled out and came up her back. He breathed heavily and she smiled.
"Feel like a man now?" She asked,
"Fuck yes," He replied with joy on his face. They spent minutes cleaning up and gradually left the toilet quietly after one another.
"Hey everyone!" Harry shouted to the workers on the factory floor. He turned the machines off momentarily causing massive destruction.
"I just had sex!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Everybody stood in shock at his turning off of the machines, their minds so full of the ramifications of halting printing that they did not regard what he was saying.
"Nothing better will happen here today, I'm going to the lake," And with that the mysterious Harry Art left his workplace without another word. Though the joy would be short lived, and Harry was not to know what would lie just around the corner.

Hasn't it just been a while?

Hello all,

I'm sorry that it's been so long since I last made a post. Work has been piling up recently as a massive merger between our Reading office and the Leeds office has taken a lot of work to make happen. This has kept me very busy over the last four months or so. In terms of my life; Darren's and my relationship has gone from bad to worse after he blamed me for the death of his cat. I managed to get back into contact with him in late August, and in October when he went away with a few friends he left me to care for his cat, Rashad. About two or three days into his holiday away in the Maldives I took Rashad out for a walk as one does with a pet. He ran out into the road and was unfortunately struck my a Marks and Spencer lorry speeding down towards the Dover sort of area. He didn't even stop. I made a police report but nothing came of it. When Darren got back he blamed me entirely for Rashad's death. My explanations were futile and he went as far as to throw a chair at me. We haven't spoken since.

As I noted above, work has been heavy and we've seen the merger of our Reading office and Leeds office over the last few months. This has meant a continued struggle for my place in the company as I fight for my position. With more limited spaces my job has come ever more at risk. Though, I must note that I have found solace in a book club that I have created. We meet every Wednesday at seven at my house and we tend to read some great works. We read Jane Austin's zombie novel recently and it went down like a treat. We're hoping to move on towards erotica, they don't know about my authorship but I will reveal it soon enough.Though on top of stress at work, I've been in and out of court recently as well. These legal proceedings look to go on for a while. Karen is trying to file an order against me to restrict my movements. This came after I made an attempt to win her back by burning a love filled message onto her front lawn. She was less than pleased. Hopefully as this all blows over I'll be able to write some more erotica.

You'll see that I've deleted my chapter 2 of the Harry Art story. Some fans were really moved by the content and have written to me to question me over my choice. But I stand by it, chapter two was a weak chapter of a potentially great series. It deserves my love and attention and as such will be re-written at a later date. To my fans that have stood by me during these months I thank you greatly. As repayment I will grace you with valuable and wonderful content. Until then I needed to check in and let you all know what's been happening with me recently.

Or as they say in Norway: Jeg kommer snart tilbake, gir deg fiskestanga og jeg skal bringe isen.

Peter.