by K Westlake
I pulled the balaclava over my face and scaled the drainpipe to the second floor of Ingrid’s residence. The street was quiet and my antics were not easily spotted by Ingrid’s neighbours. Entrance to her apartment was quite easy, the security on the higher levels was non-existent yet I still felt a surge of adrenalin as I effectively committed a crime in entering her home. Her home was clean and organized; I had made my way into the spare room and had found nothing out of the ordinary. I made sure my footsteps were crisp and quiet; I did not wish to spoil the surprise. At this moment in time, I did not know whereabouts in the building my victim was.
I could see the steam blanketing the ceiling of her hallway and knew that she was in the process of either bathing or showering. It was likely that she was in the shower as the heavy moisture in the air told me she liked it skin scorching. I could hear her sing along with the music being pumped into the bathroom by an old CD player. Her musical choice was acceptable even if she missed many words to the well known lyrics. I had a choice before me; I could either wait or strike now. She seemed near the end of her ritual and she had the foam from the shampoo running down her face from her flame red hair. From the gap between the bathroom doors, I watched and waited. Now was the time before the strike and I made sure my movements were now measured and deliberate. I had put a lot of effort into this assignment and did not want it spoiled by my own over excitement.
Ingrid was oblivious to my arrival and carried on her personal grooming routinue. She was already clean shaven around her pussy and her well proportioned figure looked good with the warm water shimmering her. She was a healthy girl and not the stick thin models of the fashion magazines. She had curves and definition. Soon I would own her and explore her contours in greater detail. It would be me who held the power and Ingrid would be a puppet to my sexual desires. Ingrid had requested a rough flavour to our encounter and she wished for me to offer her the full theatrics of her dark fantasy.
I heard the water stop running and knew that after she left the shower; she would inevitably dry her hair. Her hair dryer stood ready and once she was almost finished; I would strike like a hungry predator. Ingrid slid past the cabinet doors blissfully unaware of my proximity. She towel dry her body and roughly ruffled her red hair in a smaller towel. Next she would use the hair dryer and that would be my chance to strike. Its noise would mask my movements and if I timed it right then she would be helpless by the time she fully grasped what had just happened to her.
The time for action was at hand and I removed my balaclava. I would use it to restrict the vision of my victim; her voice would be muffled by the heavy fabric of the insulated material. My stealthy approached allowed me to place the garment over her head with a swiftness that surprised even me. Instinctively I grasped her hands and used my superior strength to subdue her protests. The cable ties I carried with me secured her hands, whilst the garter tape I fixed over her mouth stopped any protestations. Ingrid had stated that her code to stop would be two clear taps of her right hand and then two clear taps with her left.
Ingrid was helpless as I dragged her roughly to her room. When I entered I was surprised at the vast amounts of dolls and the decor. It was as if her room was transported from her childhood. This made my attitude to my client grow harder, I knew she wanted to feel desecration and my primal nature was happy to fulfill that fantasy for her. I threw Ingrid to the bed and was rewarded with a slight. "Ouch!"
My victim was trussed up and ready for my full attention. Her breasts where pushed against her bed while her moist pussy was pointed expectantly for my next move. Her pussy looked delicious and I gave it a quick lick with my tongue, Ingrid wriggled at my touch and made a heavy moan through the fabric. My role in this was to use Ingrid for pure hard sex, she did not expect to be wooed; she just needed me inside her!
I took on the mindset of a horny intruder and dropped my trousers to the floor, I was already hard through the scenario that Ingrid requested and I was feeling very primal in my attitude. I thrust into Ingrid with a force that I never really used in my line of work. Ingrid moaned in pain and then in delight, my cock stabbed into her with great force and I soon found my body falling into a wild rhythm. The sound of sex filled the steam drenched rooms and Ingrid was moist through my efforts. I could feel the first signs of my orgasm approach and I decided that Ingrid deserved more bang for her money. I stopped my thrusting and manhandled her into a new position. I hooked her hands to the solid steel bed head and had her fully at my mercy. I now had access to her breasts and I took time out of my hectic fucking too suck deeply on her fresh young nipples. As I bit and sucked her nipples, my fingers worked her slick hole with frenzied lust. I was enjoying the lack of restrictions upon me and was eager to re-enter Ingrid’s moist pussy. I remounted her and plunged myself back inside her. Her body responded to my efforts and Ingrid was audibly excited by my motions. Ingrid’s legs wrapped around me and I plunged deeper into her velvet-like pussy. I felt her start to come hard and my own release was at hand, rather than coming inside her; I withdrew from her and deposited my load across her the breasts I had enjoyed biting. Ingrid screamed in delight and I undid the restraints. I kept in character and offered her a goodbye which would indicate that it was me.
“Thanks for the ride Ingrid, in future lock your window or your next fuck may not be as pleasant!”
Ingrid panted as she responded and was almost lost for words.
“Thanks Vincent that was just what I needed!”
*
An argument with Valerie over my future as a professional escort and lover for hire was always on the cards. I had tried to put off talk about the major obstacle in our relationship for as long as possible. It was inevitable that I would have to make a final decision about my future. I had hard choices to make as it was either a life with Valerie or a returning to a life that had served me well for so many years. Despite Valerie profiting from my business, she had dropped several hints to reinforce her opposition to the sex industry in all its many guises. Valerie handed over the coffee and put her game face on for the inevitable conversation.
"Look we need to talk about your work!"
I took the coffee and took a mouthful to allow me time to word my response. "You want me to stop working in the lucrative market that I have being in for over a decade."
"Yes darling, I do!" A tear fell down her cheek and I felt that only one answer will satisfy her.
"I knew this day would come and I understand your position. If roles were reversed then I would be unable to endure the thought of you in the arms of another."
Valerie automatically welled up at my reply; she obviously expected a battle of wills and had steeled her mind to a confrontation neither of us wanted.
"Thank you Vincent, will you stop leading the life for us?"
The question was about us, we would not survive if I carried on sampling the high life. Valerie would become resentful of me bedding wealthy widowers, divorcee and bored celebrities. Besides it was not a career that I wanted to serve in when I reached the slippery slope of my retirement. My response to Valerie was honest and not edged with any negative emotion.
"What shall I do Valerie? I am used to a certain level of financial security!"
Valerie laughed aloud. "Honey I know how much you have saved and I know you own this entire apartment block!"
She was of course correct; I had invested wisely. Although I didn't own the apartment block outright, I held many shares in the real estate company that managed it. I knew that my days as a professional escort were behind me and although I could be a professional companion, sex with another woman was something I no longer wished to indulge in. Valerie was all that I wanted and all that I needed. I just hoped that my past could be left behind and Valerie would not become consumed by the knowledge of my exploits further down our mutual path.
The End
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