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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It had been arranged during the previous weeks encounter which had just been coffee and a light lunch due her commitments. He had been specific in what he wanted and she liked that. She wanted to be told what to do how to behave and she knew her reward would be pleasure.
She arrived early but knew he would be watching, nearby keeping the trust keeping her safe. As directed she wore a long coat which was not a hardship as summer soft had gone and the colours of autumn had made an unusually early appearance. She sat at a window which ran parallel with the road outside. It was lunchtime and the pavements were full of those cramming in all their chores in a receding lunch period. She opened her coat and looked out and waited.
To say she was aroused would be a travesty. Before she left home she had pleasured herself thinking of the afternoon and what he had planned. She text him when she had reached orgasm so he was aware. He had given permission for this little taste of pleasure but as ever he wanted to know, to know everything that involved her mind and body.
She ordered a glass of wine and asked for the lunch menu and told the young waiter she would be dining alone; he asked if he could take her coat, she smiled and declined. The wine arrived and she handed back the menu as she had changed her mind about eating. She sipped the wine and waited for him to contact her.
Her life was very normal. It involved all the mundane monotony of being a wife a mother a nurse a cook and just being there. Her work was just as bleak and offered no respite from the sentence of drudgery. He, however, was different. He offered relief, if only temporary, from an existence that was eroding her mind and her will and steadily stealing her identity. This was her release for a few hours each week she felt alive, attractive and wanted. She also wanted him; why was that why did she think about this, why were thoughts of him and what he does invading her mind to a point of distraction. He was elusive but that suited. He was kind, when required and he was cruel when she asked him to be as she knew that pleased him. Her mind was wandering. The phone rattled into life. A text. She reached into her bag and unlocked her phone. It was an instruction;
“Open you coat turn to the window and open your legs”
He was checking to see if the earlier instruction had been obeyed. She loosened the coat further exposing her smooth legs and red skirt. She complied and parted her legs.
Another rattle of the phone.
“ Only sluts where no knickers. What skirt are you wearing?”
She tapped back and sent of the message. Two weeks ago they had met at his house. They had made love and had sensual sex. He had stained her skirt deliberately with his seed and told her not to remove it.
“ Good my mark is still there?”
For some reason she nodded as if he was sat at the next table. She glanced around and she was alone apart from an elderly couple who were consuming one of the specials from the menu board. The elderly lady smiled, she smiled back and quickly turned to face the window.
She replied and sipped some wine.
“Go to the carpark at the rear of the restaurant and wait”
She fastened her coat and adjusted her appearance. She left the wine, three quarters unfinished and approached the pay desk. She paid in cash and asked where the rest room wash the older of the two waiters sneeringly uttered the information she needed. She entered the washroom and into a cubicle. She loosened her coat lifted her skirt and touch her genitals her fingers sliding into the top of her void. He will be pleased she thought, her arousal was what he desired.
She re-entered the restaurant gave her farewells and went into the fresh air. She turned right off the main road and walked into the car park and waited.
She waited and a taxi drew up. The driver shouted her name. She nodded and opened the rear door and got in the back. The taxi driver again shouted, this time the destination. She nodded and sat back. Her phone.
“Are you wet? Have you checked? Tell me I need to know”
She responded. He would be pleased.
The destination was puzzling. It was an address in Manchester City Centre. The taxi driver did not want to speak. He did say the ride had been prepaid. He weaved his way around the city traffic and stopped outside an exclusive office block. The phone.
“Tell the concierge you are with me and come to the ninth floor and press in 1564 on the code entry pad”
She stepped out of the taxi and onto the pavement. Her shoes looked out of place, she thought. She entered the automatic door and approached the reception desk. The middle aged guy dressed in a military uniform asked her who she had come to see; she uttered his name. Was it his real name? She didn’t know. She signed in and was given a visitors pass. The ninth floor ma’am, the lift directly in front of you. She smiled and moved to the lift and pressed the call button. This was a very swish place carpets like beds and ornaments that oozed class and money. The lift arrived and she stepped in. As she leaned forward to press the call button he appeared from nowhere. He breezed into the lift. The doors closed. He looked at her and smiled she turned to Jelly and was about to speak when he puckered his lips to instruct silence.
The lift effortlessly arrived at its destination. She saw more opulence in the form of a reception desk, mahogany ornate in detail. Sat behind it was a young pretty lady who smiled and uttered his name. By now she was dazed she didn’t know what was happening. Composure…that’s what’s needed!
He barked out orders to the pretty girl and opened a full height door leading into what appeared to be another large office. The orders were specific. They were not to be disturbed and she could leave at 2 30 as she had been in early to assist in the Blend Co deal. The pretty lady thanked him and he closed the door.
There was a door to the left and one to her right the former at the far end of the office. He opened the door at the far end of the office. It was an apartment furnished to the highest standard. He smiled and removed he coat. He kissed her tenderly like lovers do.
Drink? He asked. Wine, she giggled. He poured a glass of her favourite wine from a bottle that had been chilling for an eternity. He hand her the glass and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned and walked over to her and looked her up and down. He smiled again and laughed with that look in his eye. Let me see my mark? She moved her leg up so the stain could be seen. He bent down and kissed the mark. His right hand was obscured and he produced a pair of scissors. She was shocked but the trust was there. She smiled at him. Kneeling at her feet he began to cut the skirt from bottom to top she felt his hand on her thigh and he ripped the slashed skirt from her body. Her blouse suffered the same fate. She stood before him naked apart from her red shoes, bought with his money, vulnerable, exposed but with a sexual excitement that was overwhelming.
He forced her to her knees and reached to a bag placed on the table next to the wine. She knew its contents and it contained her pleasure. She touched his groin and he was fully erect. In the crazy world of sex the myths about size were just not true. Her partner of 20 years was huge and had the girth of a can. But his mind was so……..mundane just like her life.
He told her not to touch. She apologised.
He had prepared well. For a moment she took stock; she was naked in an office of a friend her clothes were in tatters on the floor before her. She had given the excuse to her partner that she was on a leaving party and would be back late. This was madness pure madness that felt so………….right, she was alive and could feel her heart beating, pounder in anticipation.
He slipped on the blindfold and took her gently in the direction of the sofa. He carefully sat her down. The leather was warm and fresh. He pulled her hair and whispered “mine to do as I please?” Yes was the reply, god yes do with me what you will.
He parted her legs and touched her as only he can. He took the wetness from her bulging labia and forced his juice sodden fingers in her throat. She could taste her and the smell of sex in its purist yet raw form lingered. She felt the pushing of a hard surface against her cliterous and knew she was to be penetrated violently and forcefully until she was full of his work. The pain was intense as he pulled on her beautiful blond curls. Falling back he began thrusting and calling her his slut and that she was his to own and do with what pleased him.
Suddenly she was empty the relaxation of her muscles was instantaneous, she wanted to feel that force that wanton feeling of being in the control of a man who had cast a shadow over her and was invading her being.
Gentleness appeared he was kissing her inner thighs and caressing her beautifully smooth vagina and then his tongue moved around her vulva biting and teasing her cliterous she was about to orgasm when again an abrupt cessation of the pleasure.
Silence.
It was an eternity waiting she was aroused to the point of climax. Then she knew there was another. The smell the touch was different a contrast to what she had just experienced. Again the whisper “mine to do as I please?” This time there was no pause for a reply. Her thighs were forced open and she felt the manipulation of entry. With a force she was penetrated and at once felt her body become full. This was not him this was another who had been allowed to push into her body. Forceful thrusting she could not stop this was powerful and the intensity of pain and pleasure grew. Her arms were being held down she could not and did not want the pressure of the force to stop, she could move restrained by two men.
The unknown pulled her forward still connected she was now straddling the unknown and this caused deeper intrusion she moaned as this was her being alive. She could feel him pushing her forward touching het feeling the wetness of her pubia as the thrusts we more frantic. He then kissed her neck and he penetrated her. She felt the two pieces of flesh riding and pushing inside her she climaxed and ejaculated and then again. She could not believe this she tried to free herself but the power was too great she was being fucked and she loved it again she felt the pressure build up and again she released her scent and the intensity was draining.
She heard the unknown grown and his body went into spasm. He had seeded her. He withdrew panting and reeling away. He laughed and continued his thrusting she felt the release of warm fluid and the unmistakeable sound of his pleasure. She lay on the floor and felt the trickle of fluid as both sets of seed ran from the origin. She could smell the carpet and her fluid. Exhausted she waited.
He came back into the room and removed the blind fold. He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly. His eyes were his power and his smile a spell. Was that good he uttered. Of course was her reply. Go and get cleaned we are going for dinner. He sprang to his feet he was naked and she admired his lean outline. Your things are in the bedroom. She got up and went into a bedroom she could only dream off again an opulent feel. On the bed was a red skirt and blouse to match what had been torn from her body. He had planned this and executed it to perfection.
She showered. He came into the shower and they kissed. They made passionate love as only true lovers can. They dressed and went into the outer office and then into the reception. It was quite and vacant, the pretty lady had gone. He called the lift. They looked at each other. She wanted to ask who the unknown was but knew better.
She smiled at the military man as she strode across the marbled tiled reception, the taxi was waiting. He barked the name of the restaurant. They went off into an autumnal evening to talk as lovers do.
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