“Nearly, Grainger, nearly.” He sounded arrogant, controlling and overbearing. “Just wait a minute, and we’ll see.” Oil ran into her furrow again and a fingertip was massaging it into her back entrance. She pushed back to catch the intruder, but Jeremy chuckled again and took his finger away.
“Now then, Grainger, slowly and gently.” She felt a pressure against her entrance. He was pushing his cock against her, slowly forcing her. “Push outwards, Grainger. Push out, and you’ll be surprised.”
Shirley was confused. She had never done this, never wanted to, but Jeremy had her pinned to the bed. Timidly, she pushed outwards and felt the tip of Jeremy’s cock slide into her.
“Oh yes!” he hissed, and followed her back down to the mattress. Shirley lay for a moment, feeling the intruder inside her. It was wicked.
“Do you like that, Grainger?” He was stretching her, and she felt full. She nodded for him, but said nothing.
“Good little girl. Now, long and slow, fuck my cock. Make me come inside you. Now!”
She pushed back against him, tentatively at first, and then with growing confidence. She was on the road to coming again. Nothing could stop her now. Her orgasm whirled up from deep inside. As she shook, Jeremy dropped his head onto her shoulders, and sank into her until his hips flattened her into the mattress. They lay like that as her waves of pleasure ebbed away.
Tonight she did not wait to open Jeremy’s envelope. She tore it open in the taxi and counted the notes. £400. Better, but... She wriggled in her seat and smiled. She could still feel him inside her. Things were looking up.
- 4 –
“Time for lunch, Marilyn?” Shirley felt cheerful today. More confident in her new job, and £400 richer after last night. There was news to swap, and she led Marilyn out of the office to the sandwich bar.
“So, how did it go?” asked Marilyn, as they waited for coffee.
Suddenly Shirley was not so sure of herself. “Did Jeremy say anything?”
“Not much. He’s quite the gentleman sometimes. He just said you were coming along nicely. How much did he pay you?”
“£400, but he put a really nice choker around my neck. Velvet. I couldn’t see it until I got home, but it’s got a star on the front that looks very expensive.”
“I see. Better, but not there yet. What did you do to him?”
“I think I let him take over,” said Shirley. “He started calling me Grainger, and ordering me around. He made me undress for him.”
“Ordering you around? That’s not how it’s meant to go at all. What did he do with you?”
With Marilyn’s critical eye on her, she admitted the truth. “It was difficult. I mean, he’s so nice, and sort of demanding. I just went along with it. He danced with me – that was good.
“Is he married?”
Marilyn chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re going all gooey-eyed over him. You don’t want to do that. Yes, he’s married – sort of - and the wife lives in Switzerland. Kids somewhere, I think. I don’t know really. He’s a hard man to know, but I expect you’ve figured that out already.
“Stop wriggling and tell me what you did.”
“He put me on the bed and tied me up.”
“Oh, Shirl! That’s not meant to happen. What did he do?”
“Well, he tied me face down, and he played with my bum for a while.”
“I can see what’s coming,” said Marilyn.
“Well, he did it properly at first. Just put the end of it inside me, and made me do all the work. And then he – well, you know.”
“And then he what?”
“You know. He – he put it up my bottom.”
Marilyn was grinning. “Did you like that?”
Shirley felt red and embarrassed. “Honestly, it wasn’t bad. I’ve never done it before and, well, it – oh, I don’t know. Well, I came like a train, if you must know.”
Now Marilyn was laughing openly at her. “Well done, you. He seems to have enjoyed himself, and you did too.”
“Does he do that to you?”
“He doesn’t do anything to me. I do things to him. Mind you, I might have to sit on it myself one day, if it’s so much fun.
“Seriously, though. You’ll never get anywhere if you let him push you around. That’s not what really turns him on.”
They came back from the Sunday market at Spitalfields, worn out and footsore. Marilyn had concentrated on cheap jewellery, but she had pushed Shirley into buying tall black boots with spiky heels. Jeremy will have an orgasm just looking at you wearing those, she had said. Only, don’t take them off, no matter what you’re doing to him.
“Marilyn, what exactly do you do to Jeremy,” asked Shirley. They were sitting in Marilyn’s front room, with their feet on the coffee table.
“Ah, trade secrets, is it? Well now, where to begin? I can’t remember how long we’ve been doing it. Let me see, it must be at least two years. I read him straight off. I thought, oh-ho, you’re up for a bit of kink. I’m going to have some fun with you.”
“Tell me about the first time.”
“Well, I was bit nervous, to be honest. I didn’t particularly fancy him, and there was no question of money then. It was just the girls in Melbourne, I’d been remembering what they did to all the rich business men, and I suppose it stuck in my mind.
“I wasn’t sure if Jeremy would go for it. Still, once he’d seen all the fancy lingerie, tying him down was easy. He didn’t have all the gear then. I had to find his tie-rack and use ties.
“I needn’t have worried – he loved it. After I’d shouted at him and been a bit rough, he went crazy. Blew it all over the place. You should have seen the mess he made. Got me quite randy, as well. I had to hurry home and diddle myself or I wouldn’t have slept for a week.” Marilyn sipped her tea thoughtfully.
“But how did you actually...”
“Make him come? That time I just pulled the skin back on his cock and squeezed it just under head. I was flicking the end of it with my other hand and – whoosh, mess everywhere. I felt quite proud of that.”
“And he still likes it that way?”
“Oh, I suppose so, but I try not to do the same thing too often. Never wear the same clothes twice running, or even more than once a month. Try not to make him come the same way too often.
“It helps to talk to him a lot, you know, tell him what I’m going to do with him when we get home. I’ve started making him do stuff in public now. I made take his cock out in the restaurant last week. He got so stressed I thought blow before we’d left the place.”
Shirley laughed at thought. “That’d be worth seeing. Perhaps you should invite me along.”
“Perhaps I should. You know what, Christmas is coming. Perhaps we could give him a freebie together, as a special present. You up for that?”
That sounded exotic, and Shirley nodded. “What else do you do?” she asked, and Marilyn went quiet.
“If I show you something, you’ll keep it secret, won’t you? I mean, absolutely secret. Just you and me. OK, hang about.”
Marilyn returned with a slim coffee table book and laid it in front of Shirley. The cover picture was a woman’s cleavage, half-hidden in a black leather jacket with a coarse metallic zip. A gold cross hung between the model’s breasts.
Shirley opened it, and she was in Jeremy’s bedroom. Jeremy was spread-eagled naked on his bed, a blindfold obscuring his face. His erect cock, at the centre of the shot, strained to lift itself clear of his belly. The mirrored wardrobes surrounded him and, tucked into the side of the photo, the reflection of a woman dressed in corset and stockings. She could just recognise Marilyn. She hurried to see more.
The pictures looked arty. Dramatic, high-contrast blacks and whites, with colours only to draw the viewer to the focus of the poses. Jeremy appeared stretched and contorted, in different poses around his apartment, with no more than glimpses of Marilyn.
Then the book fell open at a classic family shot. Jeremy seated solemnly on a st
ool in his bedroom, with Marilyn standing behind one shoulder. Jeremy was naked, but showing nothing. Marilyn wore only corset, shoes and stockings and hid behind him.
Marilyn’s make-up provided some colour, as did the red ribbons and suspenders of her corset. Although the couple sat at the centre of the scene, the focus of the picture was the clever reflection in the mirror door behind them. Marilyn looked voluptuous from behind, with tightly cinched waist above a full, female bottom and thighs.
Shirley paused to stare at the photo. “Marilyn, that’s beautiful! I want it. I’ll make into my screensaver.”
“Oh bugger – I knew you’d stop at that one. Makes me look like I’ve got an arse like a carthorse.”
“No, no, it’s beautiful. Really mysterious and sexy. Wow!”
“Never mind that – go on to the end. I took the last one.”
The last photograph was smaller than the full page portraits in the rest of the book. In the centre of the page stood Jeremy, relaxed and fully dressed. He was standing at a railing by the Thames, on Victoria Embankment Shirley thought. A grey London day. Jeremy had one foot on the railing, and a sly grin on his face. Clear against the dark fabric covering his raised thigh, his stiff cock shone pink and white.
- 5 -
“Time to get naked, Jeremy.” There would be no question of who was in charge tonight. She had insisted on being called Miss Shirley all evening, and Jeremy knew his place in the game. Now he was in his living room, undressing and hanging his clothes on the back of an armchair. When he was completely naked, she called him over to stand in front of her.
“Stand still, Jeremy!” His cock stared straight at her, but she ignored it. He had a handsome body, slim and sinewy. Completely hairless. She tapped the insides of his knees to make him open his legs, and ran a hand up the inside of his thigh to his balls. No hair, and she wondered exactly how he depilated his balls.
She grabbed his cock and pulled it to one side so she could examine it. It pulsed in her hand, but she ignored his excitement. “You know what I would like to see here, Jeremy? I think you should get this tattooed. Write ‘Yes Mistress’ on it. No, that’s too crass. I know, tattoo rose petals around the foreskin. That would look pretty, and a flower is just about right for you.
“Now, let’s have you in the bedroom. On your back.”
Obediently, Jeremy climbed onto his bed, lay back and spread his arms and legs. Now she had some experience, Shirley had him stretched out and secured very quickly. She tucked a pillow behind his head, so he could easily see his pinioned body and what she would do to it.
“Now then, Jeremy. What shall we do now? What would you like me to do? Speak up!”
For the first time since she had known him, Jeremy looked uncertain of himself. “Please, Miss Shirley, if you don’t mind, I would love you to undress.”
“What? Take my clothes off? So you can stare at my body and think dirty things? Don’t imagine I don’t know what goes on in your mind. Well, tough, Jeremy. Do you take me for one of your little girls? As if I’d let you crawl all over me and stick your filthy cock into me whenever you wanted. Not a chance. Tonight, you’re going to suffer. Look at these- ” She slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
Part of her felt a complete idiot, prancing around like Mistress Strictly and pretending to be threatening. After all, she had been tied to the same bed last week, with Jeremy’s cock jammed up her bum and her enjoying every inch of it.
But tonight was different. She was in charge, and Jeremy would enjoy what she allowed him, and no more. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders and she took off her bra. “Do you like these, Jeremy? What do you think?”
“They’re very beautiful, Miss Shirley.”
Shirley was teasing her nipples, making them stand up. She cupped her breasts in her hands and offered them to Jeremy. “What would you like to do to these, Jeremy?”
“Please, Miss Shirley, may I suck your nipples?”
“What? You suck them? Not a chance. Now, I might let Marilyn do it. Would you like to see Marilyn sucking my nipples? Shall we come to your office on Monday, and I’ll let you watch? I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? The people in the offices across the street would love it too. I’ll ask her, and we’ll see.
“What else would you like to do tonight, Jeremy?”
Jeremy looked tense. His face was red, and his cock pulsed regularly. It had cried a drop of clear fluid onto his stomach.
“Please, Miss Shirley, could you take your skirt off? Please?”
“Yes, I can see you’d like that. Well, as you’re tied up, perhaps I will.”
Slowly, she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her legs. She stepped out of it and stood in front of him, legs apart and hands on her hips. Tonight she was wearing a new suspender belt. Her high boots, stockings and a pretty black suspender belt. She knew she looked sexy, and the reflection in the wardrobe doors confirmed it.
“What’s wrong, Jeremy? Cat got your tongue? Anything missing?”
“No panties,” he whispered.
“That’s right, Jeremy. I thought they might get in the way if I met some-one really interesting. You didn’t know I was sitting in the restaurant with no panties, did you? Why didn’t you ask?”
“Er- it would have been impolite, Miss Shirley.”
“Quite right, and I wouldn’t have told you anyway. Do you know why? Because if you had known, you would have been thinking about it all evening. You wouldn’t have been able to help yourself. You would have been thinking about my pussy all the time.
“Do you know what would have happened? You would have got so hard in your pants, you would have come right there, and made a mess of everything. And embarrassed me into the bargain.
“Look at you now – your cock’s crying all over your stomach.” The pool of clear fluid on his stomach had grown. She dipped her finger in it and held it to his lips. He licked eagerly.
“Like that, do you? What else do you like to lick, Jeremy?”
“Please, Miss Shirley, may I lick you pussy?”
Shirley was enjoying herself far too much for that. “No chance, Jeremy. I’m keeping that for Marilyn. We could let you watch, if you’d like to. Yes?”
“Yes please, Miss Shirley.”
“Mmh – I’ll ask Marilyn, and we’ll see. Now, what shall we do this evening? I know, I think you’d like a really good look at my pussy. Would you like that, Jeremy? Tell me.”
“Oh, yes please, Miss Shirley.”
Shirley climbed onto the bed, cautious not to tangle her heels in the bedcover, and stood with a foot either side of his chest. Jeremy was staring straight up at her.
“Like that, Jeremy?”
“Oh, Miss Shirley-”
“Very good. I’m glad you like my pussy, Jeremy. Closer look?” She squatted over him and settled on his chest. Shuffling forward, to take a little more weight off his chest and onto her feet, brought her pussy nearly within licking distance but she kept away.
“Do you like my pussy, Jeremy?” It looked pretty. She had spent time and a lot of removing cream to get it completely clean, and she liked its nakedness. With the fingers of both hands, she pulled herself open. “Look, Jeremy. You love that, don’t you?”
Jeremy was stared fixedly at her pussy, and she could feel his breath on her. She held her lips spread wide and, when she moved her hands up and down, she was pulling at her entrance. “Shall I show you my clit, Jeremy. Here – look.”
Changing her grip, she spread her lips with one hand. She teased her clit, and brought it out into the open. “There it is. Look carefully, Jeremy. That’s my clit. I’m going to ask Marilyn to lick it for me. I’ll like that.”
She thought Jeremy’s breathing had become heavier. “Shall I show you what my clit likes? Watch.” Dipping her finger into her opening, she brought some of her slickness up to her clit and teased it.
“Oh yes!” whispered Jeremy. Shirley teased some more. She had not realised how excited the little piece of theatre had m
ade her. Having Jeremy stare at her as she teased made things even more exciting. I’m going to do it, right in front of him, she thought.
She held her inner lips with fingers and thumbs, and pulled them apart. She felt wet and open. “Look, Jeremy, look. Can you see inside me? Talk to me, Jeremy. What can you see?”
“Oh, Miss Shirley, it’s so beautiful...”
The urge was on her now. She swept wetness up to her clit and, still holding herself open with one hand, rubbed her clit firmly and quickly.
She did not last long. “Oh Jesus...” and she was coming. She had one hand pressing on her clit, and the other tangled in Jeremy’s hair. Eyes closed, she rode the waves as her orgasm faded.
When she could, she went back to holding her pussy open for Jeremy. “Did you like that, Jeremy? You’re a very lucky man. I don’t let anyone watch me come like that. Did you like it, Jeremy?”
“It was wonderful, Miss Shirley. I want to lick you, please, Miss Shirley.”
“Why would I want that, Jeremy? I’ve come already.”
“But, Miss Shirley, I want to come too.”
She thought about that. She would not have minded leaving him as he was. He could take care of himself once she had left, but she was not here for her own pleasure.
“I’ll think about it. Stick out your tongue, Jeremy, and don’t move an inch.” She shuffled forward and settled herself on his outstretched tongue. It felt good inside her, but the game had not finished yet. She returned to sitting on his chest and looked at Jeremy’s face, wet from her pussy.
“Good enough, Jeremy? Did you like that?”
“Please Miss Shirley, would you fuck my cock?”
“Certainly not! I might have done if you’d kept quiet, but now you’ve been so rude...” She lifted herself up so she could see his rigid cock behind her. It shone wetly. She worked her way backwards until her pussy was poised above it, and sat again. Her lips wrapped around the shaft of his cock, and the head peeped out at her. It looked good, but not enough. She reached carefully behind and under her, to pull the skin back. The naked head nestled between her lips. She pressed down onto the length of him and tried a tentative movement back and forth.
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