I could not be in any danger. Not with the man who owned the company I was hired by for my services. One just had to go off with what one wanted now and then. I was not looking for a quick favour for my future. Hadrian himself was still in a position unable to secure his own future. Plans can go wrong, even if they look good so far. Nobody or anything was perfect.
I waited at the local bar in the town, wondering who would turn up to take me to this lodge in Cheshire, not that far away. The reason I chose the bar was so that I could be easily found. I was dressed casually, not dressed for a date on the town with friends. A navy top, black skirt and fishnet tights with my usual choice of casual underwear and heeled shoes. I ordered an alcoholic fruit drink, one of my favourites and was approached by a man who came up to the bar. "Aren't you Tony's missus?" he asked. I had been noticed by one of my husband's drinking pals. I told him yes and tried to avoid further conversation. "Where is he? Not seen him for a while. He was supposed to be joining us in here Sunday evening." I explained he had to go to visit his mother in Newcastle. Then he asked for his phone number. I told him I had forgotten it. He took his drink, looked at me with suspicion and walked over to a bunch of other men. I could sense them talking about me, even though it had been a long time since I had joined my husband in that particular bar. The thing was they knew me. But, I did not care. I was free to do what I wanted and for all they knew I was on my way out with friends.
At just past nine a young man walked in. "Sienna?" He called. I held up my hand. "Taxi darling." He replied, and I just followed him out to the waiting car and got in. This was my ride to Hadrian's lodge at last. The weather had turned calm and warmer that evening and the journey was less than thirty minutes before reaching the lodge in the middle of nowhere. The young driver said nothing all the way there. I had to listen to Bob Marley music, which I did not mind. It was better than having a conversation with a total stranger, atleast ten years my junior. He kindly opened the car door for me, "No need to pay fare darling." He explained, "The man indoors has already done that."
As the cab drove away, I looked at the lodge. It was not what I expected. It was a modern style cottage with a thatched roof. To me a lodge was supposed to be like a small hotel with many rooms to invite guests to stay. Hadrian's ideas were certainly mixed up regarding buildings, although the cottage was quite large. I knew straight away that his offer to buy such a place was in my opinion rejectable. I simply did not like the style and neither would my beloved husband. Before ringing the door bell, I wondered if this was where he lived with his family, and was Hadrian and I really going to be alone. There was only one way to find out.
He answered the door and let me in. "You look absolutely starving." He said. The night was cold in the open countryside, and after being in a warm cab and dropped off into the night air made me shiver. He was dressed in a light green bathrobe holding a glass of spirits. "Come on in, and let me pour you a brandy to warm you up." I followed him into the lounge, noticing the solid oak beams on the ceiling and as promised a real burning log fire. He poured out a glass of brandy from the bottle and handed it to me. "You have no coat. I can never understand you young ladies these days. You very rarely wear your coats to go out in." He raised his glass and offered me a seat on one of the leather armchair in front of the fire.
"Are you alone?" I asked. He sat in another armchair, where I could see what he was wearing beneath his robe. A pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. He was obviously chilling in the comfort of his own home. I expected to find him in his suit, neatly dressed, just like usual. He told me he was alone apart from Brandon his tabby tom cat, and our conversation began more or less where it had left off that lunchtime. He was full of appreciation for what I had done and told me how impressed he was being my first ever hire contract. It was mostly business talk and I realised how much I had misjudged his character. It seemed as if he had been taking more of an interest in what I was doing than I had realised. He topped up my glass with more brandy has we spoke and I had forgotten how much brandy made me get drunk quicker than any other drink I was used to. It began to hit my senses straight away.
The hypnotic glare and warmth from the log fire mixing with the alcohol began to make me dizzy, yet very relaxed. I was explaining my work methods to him whilst he plied me with more brandy until I was rambling on and making no sense of the complexity. He looked at me and smiled. "And you? Tell me what is bothering you and why you seemed so upset today." He asked. I found myself thinking and realising that here was someone willing to listen. My usual defensive guard had dropped and I saw Hadrian no longer that 'dumb' alpha male, but someone I could atleast open up to, only more explicitly than my father.
I explained what I did in my spare time and leisure, and of recent events. The reasons why I kicked out my husband for a cooling off period until I could come to terms with things. He found it both interesting and amusing that I wrote erotic stories and that my photographs of me naked were on the internet. "Did I do wrong?" I asked. "What have I done?" He thought a while looking at me offering me more brandy, but I could not take more. I would reach a certain point where it would make me vomit. I was not even sure if I could stand up from the armchair, although I had to. I excused myself to visit the bathroom and managed to get there. After I had finished I began to reflect on where I was and what I was doing there with the man who supplied me with my current stable income discussing my leisure life that went slightly wrong.
I must have been sat on the toilet basin for quite a while. Hadrian tapped on the door. "Sienna, are you alright in there?" I quickly pulled up my panties and tights and opened the door. His robe was open and I looked down at his boxer shorts. I could see that he was hard and not only that, his manhood stuck out quite a lot, raising the material. He was surprisingly big in the cock department. "I was thinking about you and what you were telling me." He said. "Why waste this valuable time together?"
"And?" I was not expecting to find him like that. He took my hand into his and led me back to the lounge.
"Between you and I, nobody needs to know about what we could be doing right now." The brandy had now certainly taken its affect on me. "You can do me a favour Sienna, a real big favour. Sex is your leisure, your fantasy and why not make it real here and now?"
"I'm not a whore." I told him. "You have me all wrong. You forget that I work for you. What I told you was not real. I am here to visit you for a chat, like you invited. I'm not here for sex."
"I know that. But, you write about sex, flirt with strangers and show pictures of yourself to thousands of people on an adult website. Surely you could atleast show me what you do for pleasure. I'm offering you the real thing." He stood and eased out his cock and balls from his boxer shorts. It looked so tempting and so gorgeous that I could not resist wrapping my fingers around it, feeling those veins and his smooth glans. There were no signs of precum and therefore it would be tasteless and clean.
I knelt down and ran my tongue along the underside of its length to his ball sack, sucking on each of his testicles in turn. He ran his fingers through my hair; eyes closed enjoying what I was doing. That was it, I had gone beyond the boundary and I was teasing his huge hard cock, whether I wanted to or not. The brandy had relaxed me so much I did not really care. His cock was the biggest I had ever seen on a mature man of his age, ten years or more my husbands' senior. I was actually on the verge of giving oral sex to my boss.
He sat down on the couch completely naked while I sucked and stroked him slowly. He was too hard and broad to even attempt deep throating. I was starting to enjoy what I was doing and stopped to take off my top and bra, so that he could take each of my breasts in turn and pleasure me with his tongue. It felt so good, whilst at the same time I continued stoking him. It was what I needed, and when his hand moved along my thigh, I had to go all the way and remove the rest of my clothes.
I let him watch me remove the rest of my clothes. His hand stroking himself with an expression of appreciation on his face. "Y
ou don't realise how much this means to me." He said. I looked at him, his thighs open and his balls swollen with excitement, waiting to be emptied of his spunk. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me so desperately, and that opportunity was there, no love, just pure lust. We both needed sexual satisfaction and just as long as it was between him and me, then I saw no harm whatsoever.
I straddled his lap, placing my hands on the back of the couch. His hands on my waist has I slid myself down onto him. The size of him opening my wet yOni lips and going slowly deep inside until I could take its length no more. My juices coating his hardness making it easier to move him inside. Both our eyes fixed, I began to ride him slowly. His hands squeezing my breasts and thumbs playing on my nipples. I could never even imagine that we could be doing this. "You are beautiful." He said. "You are blessed with both intelligence and looks."
"This is what you wanted isn't it?" I asked. My vagina now squeezing his throbbing cock each time I went down upon him. "Remember, I am not a whore. This will be the first and only time we will be doing this."
"I promise. Trust me. We are just satisfying each other right now. I have no desire to kiss you or show any kind of love towards you Sienna. This is one favour for another, that is all, nothing else."
With respect he found me beautiful it seemed. However, I did not find him handsome enough to fall in love with. Like the many strangers I had fucked in the past, it was for lust and satisfaction. His cock was all I wanted there and then, to feel it and to ride it for as long as possible. I had cum twice before he himself came. His gush of warm spunk filling me inside until he could take no more. I watched his face whilst his orgasm reached its climax and then waited for him to relax with contentment. The brandy had dulled my sensations and I was not as excited has he had been. I let him slip free from my yOni, wet with the mixture of our juices and sat beside him on the couch. "That felt fantastic. Thank you." He said, regaining his breath. The creamy mixture began to ooze from my open wet lips and I gathered it onto my fingers to taste while he watched. I tried to encourage him to share, but he refused politely, explaining that he had never enjoyed the fruits of sex.
My phone began to ring and I picked it up from my purse. I just knew it would be Mum asking how I was. I told her I was fine. "You sound drunk. Have you been drinking?" she asked. I explained that I had been drinking wine, nothing else, and that there was no need to worry. A friend would be dropping me off at home sometime the next day. "I had to call you before midnight to find out if you were safe. Did Tony get back t you? He rang home earlier. I told him you were out with friends."
"No Mum he hasn't and I doubt he will until tomorrow. Take care and goodnight." I switched off my phone completely and turned to look at Hadrian on the couch, still relaxing. His cock was flaccid and shrivelled up like a fat sausage. It no longer looked proud and handsome. He held out his hand to me has I dropped my phone back into my purse. "Come and sit beside me." He said. It seemed all he wanted now was my company. I wanted more sex. I wanted to feel his tongue eating me out and making me cum to a huge climax. But, he distinctly made it clear that he did not enjoy the taste of oral sex on a woman. All was not lost I thought. He had fingers and so did I, and there was yet another way of skinning the cat, so to speak.
I sat beside him with my thighs open. Taking his hand in mine I put it onto my yOni. "Feel that?" I asked. He smiled and nodded his reply. "Put your fingers inside and feel deeper." He did and he needed no more encouragement in placing three fingers deeply into me, finding my sensitive spot within and his thumb expertly playing against my swollen hood and clitoris. He may not have enjoyed oral sex, but he certainly knew how to finger my aroused flower of passion. Before long he had me moaning with pleasure, taking me to one almighty climax. It had been days since I felt so high and so good. Whilst trembling I could feel him pulling me by my legs to the edge of the couch just when I was about to release my warm love juices. I looked down and to my amazement he began to enter me, once again hard and so stiff. Now I could ride my orgasm has he pounded into me.
Whatever was happening in my life, bad or good, it did not matter anymore. He seemed to know what I wanted and it lasted a long time before he came again. This time hardly at all regarding his warm spunk, yet I could feel him tremble and hear him moan has he reached his climax within me. I had already begun to relax and took him into my arms has he collapsed upon me. "Oh my God, I'm so fucking glad you came tonight." He whispered. That told me that he was desperate, either for me, sex or both. I just hoped for my sake that it was not just me and my sex together. That would only make things complicated for then and the future.
That night we shared his king size bed naked. I remained in my own space to sleep, making it clear that there was to be no cuddle ups between us. When I opened my eyes in the morning I was sprawled across the bed uncovered. Hadrian was not there. I could hear the sound of hailstones hitting the windows loudly and another bad weather day had begun. But, where was Hadrian? Instantly, the smell of stale sex hit me and I needed a shower or bath in desperation. I leaned up on my arms and suddenly my head began to thud with a dull pain of a hangover. It was too much brandy that had obviously caused it, yet another regret of drinking the stuff, with or without soda.
Hadrian walked into the bedroom after knocking on the door once. He was clothed in casual wear and holding a tray with coffee and breakfast. I was laid naked to the world, still piecing together the night before. "Afternoon my darling." He said, releasing the legs of the tray and lying it across my waist.
"Did you just say afternoon? What time is it?" I asked confused. I never slept so long. Then of course again the brandy would have induced a deep long sleep.
"It's almost one. But don't worry. You're my guest remember and I'm your boss." He sat on the bed beside me and smiled. "Last night was my fantasy and you made it come true. I had taken notice of you over the months and wondered what it would be like to make love to you. I knew you could not all be brains and beauty. There had to be a wild sexual creature in there somewhere. And, I found it."
I gave him my unimpressed gaze and he laughed. "Thank you, I appreciate your comment. But, don't forget what we agreed." I began to drink the strong black coffee. The breakfast of bacon, eggs and chopped tomatoes began to make me feel sick. "Last night never happened, OK?"
"I'm fine with that. It was, let us say, an extension into reality of one of your cybersex games. I logged into the website you are a member of this morning and read some of the posts you had made. And by the way, your writing isn't too bad either. And, I hope you find your identity again. I can definitely vouch for you. You are who you are."
"I'm so pleased to hear it. Now I need to get home, after a nice bath or shower if that's OK?"
"No problem at all. I'll take you home myself when you are ready. I very much doubt we shall see each other again in these circumstances. Just business from now on, nothing else. And another thing from my point of view. Don't worry if people notice you on the internet playing games and showing off your body. It might help you find business rather than hinder you these days."
It was certainly food for thought. But, I was not going to breach my personal limitations.
I enjoyed a long soothing soak in the double sized bathtub. The bubbles felt divine against my skin. I just had to get some and so I put it on my list of things he wanted to treat me with, that and his expensive aftershave lotion for my husband.
He drove me home and I invited him in. Mum had left a message saying she tried to phone me that morning and she and the girls had gone out to a museum for the day. Hadrian liked our family house, describing it as being 'homely', especially with that permanent smell of freshly percolated coffee that seemed to find its way in every room. "You are a very lucky woman Sienna. You live a very stable life style, whereas I have been divorced now for many years. You have a husband who loves and trusts you. Don't throw that away."
I could not believe those words he had spoken. Not after what we did. But then, it
never happened so we agreed. Did it?
The End.
Plan B
Master had warned her once that he wouldn't let her go easily.
"Twenty strokes. Wiggle that ass and show me how much you want it," Master ordered.
Connie straddled the narrow wooden bench and tried not to think as she twirled and swung her hips obediently as he landed thirty strokes on her upturned ass. The slim silver chain threaded through the ring at the front of her leather collar and clamped lightly to her nipples tugged lusciously at her tender flesh as she gyrated.
"Faster," he told her, and she obeyed. This will be the last time, she reminded herself, silently counting the paddle strokes.
This was the last day of their contract, and Master had warned her when she'd arrived at the abandoned warehouse that he would make it memorable. But she'd finally had enough of his particular brand of fun. On his orders, she'd serviced every man -- and several women -- in his circle of playmates while took photos, but she hadn't been allowed an orgasm for six months.
And that's what she'd told him when he'd asked her a month ago to continue their contract. "Do whatever you want with the photos," she'd told him. "There will be consequences for you as well. Just remember that."
Paddling finished, he ordered her to lie on her back on the bench with her hands at her sides. He knelt beside her to cuff her wrists to the bench's metal legs. Her ankles were next, but he had a surprise for her. A spreader bar dangled from the ceiling, and he lifted her ankles to cuff them to either end of the bar.
When he was done, Connie lay on the bench with her legs raised and spread in a wide "V," leaving her breasts, her ass and her pussy completely exposed.
Master knelt between her legs to fasten a slim leather belt around her waist, and a second later, Connie gasped as he pushed a huge vibrator up into her pussy, inserting it fully. She had to thrust her hips up off the bench to take the monstrous vibrator all the way into her body, and she squealed a little as Master turned it, adjusting it so that the little "finger" that extended from the thick plastic shaft rested snugly against her neglected clit. The anal plug was next, and she flinched at the cool trickle of lube between her ass cheeks. Master smeared a layer of lube on the plug itself, then told her to take a deep breath as he pushed it up into her in a single, firm stroke. She groaned a little when it finally slid past the tight ring of muscle, stretching and filling her completely.
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