Angel was trying her best to be satisfied with her job, really, she was quite thankful. Many people went without sex for years, why couldn't she? This thought would get her through a day or two, until she realized her patient was at least getting relief from her, and he was practically comatose. She decided to suck in her pride and approach Murdoc, and asked him into her room after she put Stu to sleep.

She was in boy short what looked like panties and a tank top when he came in.

"You're sure when you say you'll do ANYTHING to make it up to me?"

Murdoc frowned, "Wull 'm not givin ya money or nuffin... As long as it's not insanely stupid ya git... Yea 'o course 'm a man of me word." He chuckled.

She smiled, a little menacingly. "Ok. Great. I've been needing this for a while. And it has to be done just as I want.."

"... Eh... Awlrigh'" Murdoc waited, feeling more and more curious as she paused for dramatic effect.

"So here's the thing. Working for you, I can pretty much never go out. Let alone try to pursue someone. So you're gonna help me take care of a need I have."

Murdoc grinned widely, standing up to her, "say no more luv, Uncle Mudsy's mo' than 'Appy to oblige..."

"Hold it, my way, I need you to listen very carefully and do exactly what I say. Or you'll fuck it all up. Savvy?" She looked at him, finger pointed at his chest, eyebrow raised.

"'O course luv, what ever yew want."

She dragged the chair that was normally at the small kitchen table shed bought for her room over against the wall. "Sit"

Murdoc did what he was told, starting to unbuckle his belt.

"No no, leave it buckled, I can maybe use that..." Murdoc cocked his head and slowly refastened his leather belt, "oookaay..."

She sat in his lap, with her back against his chest and leaned back, making him lean back into the chair comfortably.

"I'm going to make this clear. If you deviate from what I ask, you're a liar and your word is shit and I'll never let you forget it first off. Second, I'm going to pleasure myself. Which I'm QUITE capable of doing myself, manually except... I can never fully get off when I'm alone. I at least need a man to be holding me. Your hands stay HERE (she grabbed his hands and smacked them on her thighs and rubbed them from the tops of her thighs to the sides) the whole time. The only other thing you'll need to do UNCLE Mudsy... Is talk dirty to me. Filthy. Make it relate to me touching myself. Don't get any bright ideas... I think you're probably good at this, given the amount of sluts you claim to have fucked... So try your best for me, Kay sweetie?"

Murdoc was frozen for a second. This little bitch. He did not want her having anything over his head like he wasn't a man of his word so he got over it as best he could and smiled.

"Alrighty luv, 'ope yew don't start screamin for me to give yeh yer full release afta a bit coz yew might feel me cock go hard thru those thin panties of yos. Can't go against yer rules..."

She scoffed, "unlikely Niccals, can you do it? Or is dirty talk somethin you don't do?" She had already started grinding gently in his lap.

"Oh nah luv... I do it all" he said suggestively, "I'll make it damn good fer yew" he started rubbing along her thighs as she grinned harder. He did regret not being able to dispose of his pants before this all started. Angel grinded on him in different paces and the whole time Muds was stroking her thighs and raking his long ragged nail over them softly to increase her sensation. She suddenly plunged a hand down into her panties and began fingering herself, at which time Murdoc noticed she stopped her gentle moans. Taking his eyes off of her ass, he saw her other hand was sucking her index finger hard and she leant so far forward he took his hands off her thighs for a moment, thinking he needed to catch her from falling. His hands did save her, although she was unaware of it, so wrapped up in her own mind, and they grasped her right on her breasts, and she twisted to get his to let go, leaning her back against his chest and starting to grind her entire body against him. Murdoc went back to rubbing her thighs as he noticed she was giving her fingers the same amount of attention as she would a cock she was sucking on.

Murdoc groaned a little as she used his belt buckle as something hard to grind her clit against and Angel twisted her head around to whisper to him, "I thought you were gonna talk dirty to be Uncle Mudsy?"

"Well luv, it's a bit HARD", he ground against her, his lap lifting her up, to which she squealed quietly, "when 'm not actually FUCKIN yer tight little cunt."

"It's a shame such a talented man has no imagination" she breathed out in between her ragged breathing. Murdoc frowned and growled at the same time.

"Why don' ya man up and jest take what yer Uncle Mudsy has to give ya heh? Stupid little slut, you'd be out fuckin all of London ifin ya weren't stuck 'ere with me and two dents wouldn't ya?"

"Wouldn't you like to know old man" she gasped and removed her hand from her panties to steady her balance and Murdoc saw it was coated in her juices, shiny, slick in a ray of light.

"I don't need ta know, I only 'irded ya cuz I thought ya'd be an easy fuck. I bet yew let me do anything I wonted if we was fuckin wouldn't ya?" She squirmed feeling Murdoc completely hard, he shifted so his cock was rubbing directly over her pussy's clit, she had made the angle of her ass poking out so severe. Murdoc felt her squirm more in his lap, but not pull away or stop him and he started grinding his cock against her pussy harder and faster, hoping she would give in, but giving her a good time either way.

"I know why yew don't though... Can't handle a cock this big, I'd have to tie yew down and FORCE fuck yew until I see the tears runnin down yer rosy lit' cheeks" he growled into her ear, flicking his long tongue down her ear once, earning a breathy sigh of approval.

Murdoc kept up the hard and fast grinding, chuckling a bit thinking how pissed she'd be if he came from the friction all over her shorts.

Angel pulled her knees up halfway to her chest and whispered, "you'd regret that boss."

Murdoc smiled and could see she was almost there and trying to hold back, which egged him to do something to push her over the limit, make her cum before she intended, seeing as he liked to control things. He also noticed he was feeling dampness, from HER, and smiled knowing he was getting her so wet before she even came.

"Oh would I?" He slid his hands closer to her pussy from their resting grip on her thighs, making her have to lean back into him more, her ass unable to move from being pulled flush against his lap. Her hands flew back to her pussy and he grabbed both of them with one hand, bringing the other to rest on her pussy, rubbing his middle finger against the wet fabric covering her opening.

"Do yew want a man to make yew feel good, just a taste, yeah? Let yer Uncle Mudsy get just a taste luv, tell me I can, before I just take what I want, and be a good girl and say yes yew know you did this ta me, made this nasty ol' man want yer hot wet little cunt, yew have to know its yer own bleedin fault yeah?" She truly started whimpering and nodded her head up and down wildly and Murdoc knew he got what he wanted, her permission, and roughly shoved her soaking shorts and panties to the side and forced his middle finger into her, shocked at how tight she still was, after only minutes ago fingering herself.

"Would I regret taking what I want from you, ravaging your little pussy, 's still so TIGHT," she ground his erect cock upwards against her, "yew don know what yer doin luv, if ya ain't bleedin when yer done, hehehe maybe next time 'm feelin a bit randy I'll let yew do tha honors of bein me little SLUT until yew scream for mercy, hehehe.." He couldn't help but chuckle as she was bucking her hips against his hand, and he could tell she was about to..

"Mur, murd-d-d, MURDOC!" She sputtered and her hips began to buck more jerkily, unable to control herself.

"'Ow' sat for dirty luv?" He snickered as she couldn't respond her breathing so ragged.

::CRASH::

Murdoc stopped, scared of intruders into his home, and Angel, jolted out of her pleasure, whispered frightened, "what the fuck was that?"

Murdoc grabbed her and help stood her up slowly, as she was wobbly and unable to support herself at first, when they heard more crashed and bumps. Murdoc grabbed a nine iron resting in the corner and took a step forward.

A zombie-like mAn came walking, stumbling down the hall towards them. Angel stepped in front of him, thinking 2D must have awoke from a nightmare and for some reason left the bedroom.

They were both shocked when he came into light, and looked at Murdoc, and said, in a cockney accent, "Murdoc! Whos goin on? Angel I woke up and yew weren't there!"

Angel, thinking a huge joke had just been played on her for the past months, fainted right on the floor.

"Bollocks" said Murdoc, as he unknowingly dropped the golf club