hold of his penis.
‘No tossing yourself off Dudley!’ Her voice made him jump and he tried to hide his erection with both hands. ‘It’s no good trying to cover it up. I can see every move you make. I’m not going to let you cheat on me.’ He quickly pulled up his trousers, jamming the tip of his penis painfully in the elasticised top of his underpants.
‘I wasn’t going to do anything of the sort,’ he retorted. ‘Can’t a bloke have some privacy?’
‘You never thought of my privacy, did you Dudley? Don’t worry; I haven’t got you on film. Have a quick shower and I’ll see you in a couple of minutes.
‘Strikes me you’ll be seeing me when I take my clothes off.’
She laughed. ‘What a lovely sense of humour you have. Of course I’ll be watching. Now be a good little boy and have your shower.’ Dudley did as he was told whilst looking around to see if he could locate the camera. He decided it had to be in the chandelier over the bath and took his clothes off with his back to it. He cupped his hands over his flagging erection and went into the shower. It was a power shower and the water reached the set temperature within a few seconds. He chose a shower gel from a leading London store, lathered and rinsed off quickly, but was left with no vestige of an erection by the time he finished. In fact, as usual, it had retreated into his foreskin to an extent where he appeared almost sexless. He towelled off with his back to the centre of the room and reached for one of the towelling robes. He just knew this was going to be a disaster. He doubted he would get another erection and was thinking seriously about putting his clothes back on when she walked through the door, complete with whip and stood in front of him. Without her stilettos, they were about the same height. She did not seem quite as formidable. ‘You’re not thinking of getting dressed are you Dudley?’ He shrugged. ‘I’ve lost my hard on. Thought you wouldn’t be interested anymore.’
She parted the bathrobe with the whip and looked at his shrunken member.
‘That’s quite normal; we can soon do something about that.’ She put the butt of the whip under the ties, pulled sharply and the robe flopped open. He felt exposed for what he was, a chubby, middle aged, pink skinned man, with not much in the way of manhood. She dropped the whip and placed her right hand on his shrunken penis.
‘As for my not being interested, one of my favourite games is to see how mighty pokes from little acorns grow.’ Expertly she pushed the foreskin back and lightly touched the head with long fingernails. It was a pleasant sensation and his penis stirred. She breathed scented breath over him and he began to feel giddy.
‘Now Dudley, you have been studying my cunt for years, so I think it only fair I examine your prick, don’t you?’
He managed to squeak a faint yes, as she scratched behind the rim with those long fingernails and knelt down in front of him. ‘The way even the tiniest of pricks can develop into a useful tool never ceases to amaze me.’ He felt her hot breath, then her soft mouth on the tip as it came out of its shell. It was exciting for him to think that a classy woman like Anita Von Beta, was actually kissing his knob and he swayed forward to get more of it into her mouth. She let it in, then raked her sharp teeth along the ever increasing length. He had never felt a sensation like it; his erection was solid within a matter of seconds. He was disappointed when she put a hand on his testicles and removed her mouth.
‘Turn sideways, and let me take a look.’ Her instruction was friendly but firm, so he did as he was told and watched as she measured the length against her hand. Then she took a firm grip on it with the same hand and stood up.
‘I don’t know what you are worried about, Dudley. That’s a fine prick; above average length and a good girth. Now, let’s see what you can do with it.’ Her grip tightened around it as she tugged him along to the mirrored bedroom. Dudley hoped he would come in her hand, but her grip was too strong for the necessary friction. His fears grew as they approached the bed and he saw their multiple reflections in the mirrors, he just knew he would ejaculate as soon as he put it in and she would laugh at him. She let go of his penis and dived onto a large red silk cushion in the middle of the bed. She lay face down over the cushion with her rear was cocked up, inviting him to enter. He knelt on the bed behind her, gazing at her pussy in all its moist glory. Holding his throbbing penis in his right hand, he placed the other on her left hip. One thrust and he would be inside her, it was what he had always wanted and there it was, waiting for him, inviting him in.
‘Come on Dudley, I’m ready.’
‘I – I – I can’t,’ he stuttered and in the mirrors she watched as he masturbated, gazing at his favourite part of her anatomy. She inserted two fingers of her right hand in her vagina and spread her labia to encourage him. Within seconds his warm sperm splashed onto her buttocks and seeped down to her fingers.
‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’ He was almost in tears.
‘Never mind Dudley, but you must help me.’ From his history, she guessed this was likely to happen, but she had her needs. She reached under the silk cushion with her left hand and produced a vibrator. ‘Please, Dudley – please.’ As she switched on the vibrator and passed it to him he saw the look of desperation he had witnessed so many times before. Her fingers were working on her clitoris and her sex bucked towards him with every frantic movement and as he placed the vibrator on her swollen labia she writhed and pushed to assist penetration. He watched closely as her pussy gripped the vibrator, then, placing his other hand between her legs, brushing her hand away so that he could feel and squeeze her engorged clitoris. She liked that and the thrill of feeling her moving towards her climax gave him another erection. She screamed as she went into a multiple orgasm and at that moment, he withdrew the vibrator and replaced it with his willing penis. It did not take long, but it didn’t need to. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten as she reached the final throes of ecstasy and he ejaculated several times emptying everything he had into her. He pushed as hard as he could and her sigh of contentment. made him feel good. He had satisfied the insatiable Anita Von Beta.
They lay still for several seconds, then Dudley withdrew and lay on his back beside her. After making love to his wife he always gave her a peck on the cheek, but somehow that didn’t seem appropriate for Anita Von Beta, or Lucinda Lovebrace as she now called herself. He turned on his side and ran his hand over her lovely arse and into her soaking wet pussy. Goodbye Nymphie Nita, hello Juicy Lucy he thought and chuckled out loud.
‘Pleased with yourself, Dudley?’
‘Yes, I am rather.’
Charlie Bell heard the penthouse lift descending and smiled to himself. Dudley had been up there for over an hour, there must have been something other than early delivery of mail to discuss; but that was their business. Charlie was discretion itself which was why Miss Lovebrace looked after him so well. Dudley emerged from the lift looking rather pleased.
‘Are we to get earlier deliveries then, Dudley?’
‘You certainly are, Charlie.’
Charlie strolled to his desk, took the van keys from a hook and handed them over. ‘That’s good news. Your van’s in the delivery parking bay at the back.’
Dudley took the keys. ‘Miss Lovebrace has asked me to take some special photographs for one of her companies; she’s a great admirer of my wildlife photography.’
‘Good for you,’ said Charlie, relieved to think it was a business transaction which had occupied their time and she was not lowering her standards.
An elderly couple with several bags of shopping, hastily moved to one side as Dudley, preoccupied with his own success and growing importance, strode out of through the entrance.
‘Post late again Charlie?’ enquired the man.
‘Ah, I’ve just persuaded him to change his round and deliver to us early, Major.’
Major Dodd looked delighted. He stopped and lowered the shopping bags to the floor. ‘Jolly well done Charlie.’ Taking a five pound note from his wallet he palmed it surreptitiously to their much valued concierge. Charlie touched his cap. 'Can I help you with your bags Major?’
CHAPTER EIGHT.
Samantha Derby was having another bad morning but it was difficult to understand why. She was a telesales ace and would back her ability to sell anything to anyone. The challenge of a low basic salary and monthly commission, worked very well for her, but this month it looked as if she would be taking home little more than her
