Make love not war

The Glass House(not a military one!)-True story.Maybe you know some of the characters?
The Glass House-1

Inspiring

The Englishman looked up at his creation.The glass house,a dark cube in front and above him.With a flick of a switch it was bathed in light.Any occupant could not see
anything outside,but could imagine what might be there.

The cube,supported on 8 stainless steel legs,had a glass lift at one end,into which the occupants would go,on their journey to their own discovery.The gentle breeze cooled the cube,and it’s interior,after the long warm day had made it unbearably hot inside.

The Englishman sat on his swivel chair.To his right,the lift area was illuminated by it’s own internal lighting,dark blue and soft.Into the lift came two forms,very feminine,wearing fluorescent underwear,which highlighted the garments,and the forms of their bodies,but obscured the detail of their features.As the lift ascended,white light at floor level,directed skywards,illuminated the Glass House.As the lift arrived at it’s destination,the two females could be seen leaving the lift and entering the Glass House.The furniture of the cube was sparse,and consisted of two inflatable translucent chairs.Metal rings were let into all four vertical surfaces.

The Englishman’s gaze now moved to the women.The first-taller-woman,was clad in thigh high boots in black,high heeled,and a yellow corselette.her outfit was completed with black silk stockings,attached to the corselette by a large number of suspenders.Her hair was long and flame red.In front of her,attached to her by a lead and collar,in brilliant white,was a shorter female.From the rear the Englishman could see that this woman had a perfectly formed arse that quivered as she moved slowly away from the wall,where the lift had arrived.Her breasts were large and were prominent,even from a side view.Her short hair was light,but not blonde,more the colour of caramel.The hair fell just kissing her shoulders.

The taller woman propelled Caramel towards one of the chairs,tugging on the lead as she faced the chair.The taller woman placed caramel’s hands on the chair,so that her arse pointed skywards and towards where the Englishman sat.Using a small pair of opera glasses,he looked towards the delectable rear of Caramel.Her arse shimmering white in the evening illuminations,was picked out by dark seemed stockings.Her
patent high heeled shoes,were held to her slim ankes with high loop staps.He noticed that there was also a collar on each limb,above the shoes in black,to which was attached a chain,probably 80 centimetres long.Caramel’s legs were gently moved apart,by the mistress,who then moved to one side.As the opera glasses were trained on her rear,the Englishman spotted what he hoped to find.In her bottom,he could just sea a black spot,where a plug had been placed,earlier,to give her both torment and pleasure.

The Englishman now took his mobile phone and pressed the numbers 6 and 9,This sent a text message to the device in caramel’s arse,which then vibrated,after a short time gap.The vibrations continued,until he pressed the numbers 0 and 0,on his handset.This adaptation of a mobile phone vibration sensor,was one of several technology ideas,designed to pleasure his women.He could send messages around the world,to any of these slaves,so that when the device in their arse or cunt vibrated,wherever they were,they then knew that he was thinking of them.

Clearly the message that throbbed in her arse,excited Caramel.her knees began to become unsteady,and she rested them on the chair.The mistress stopped,producing a
switch whip from one of her boots,and,still standing to avoid obscuring the view of the Englishman,lashed caramel’s arse with a passion.This combined with her obvious orgasm,was too much for Caramel,who collapsed on the seat,sated.

The mistress now left the cube,mounted the lift and descended.A moment later,the Englishman heard the clicking of her heels,as her Chanel perfume wafted towards him.She stood behind him,passing her arms over his shoulders.’’Do you like her’’,she said.’’She looks promising’’ retorted the Englishman,as her hands descended to his crotch.No man could resist her toughness combined with the smell of her perfume.The Englishman quickly rose to her challenge.’’Tell me what you want me to do to her next’’, said the mistress,in his ear.’’You know’’ he replied.

He now felt her unzip him and her hot breath penetrated the cool evening air,as his prick found freedom.Her breath felt like a blowtorch as she blew from her pursed lips,up and down his manhood.Suddenly,a hot wet embrace,covered the upper part of his prick.Heaven.

Her hand manipulated him as she sucked harder.

She moved to his balls and alternatively licked them,before moving back to his prick.’’My turn to enjoy her’’ she said.With that the click of her heels,and the intoxication of her perfume receded,leaving a reminder of her recent presence.The lift now illuminated with blue light,carried her up to The Glass House.This time,while her sillouette was once more on view,it was clear that she had her false manhood ,in fluorescent yellow,strapped on.

Meanwhile Caramel heard the lift,looking around,as the Englishman,once again,trained his opera glasses on the cube.he now pressed two buttons on his handset,
And all the lights,illuminating his prey,went out,and were replaced by one large pool of white light,rising from the floor like a giant cylinder.Into the cyliner of light stepped the mistress.Pressing 3 and 3,on his handset,the Englishman was now able to hear any noise coming from within the cube.Caramel used her hands to lift herself in a position,which showed of her arse and stocking clad legs,to their best effect,and directly above and in front of the Englishman.He heard the mistress say ‘’play with yourself for me,and don’t stop.I’m going to fuck you in the arse,while he watches’’
With that as Caramel’s digits got busy between her parted legs,the mistress again produced the whip,but this time was more focused and gentle with it’s application.She used it on Caramel’s inner thighs,as well as her arse,from time to time applying it to the sides of Caramel’s large milk white breasts.The lead and collar dangled to the rear,adding to the piquancy of the tableau.As the mistress stood to the right of Caramel,it was clear that she also had a small black object peeping out of her arse.

‘’Spit on this prick’’ said the mistress as she moved towards Caramel’s face.Caramel now spat on the object of her next orgasm,licking and sucking it’s long yellow shaft.Her red lips could now be seen engulfing the yellow peril.Picking up the leash,the mistress lightly tugged on it,as a signal to Caramel,that she was ready.Caramel again assumed the position,and then knelt on the chair,with her knees,making her position even more pronounced.Her digits moved faster,as she pleased herself.The mistress spat on Caramel’s arsehole,before placing one, and then two,fingers up the highway to Caramel’s soul.Caramel lay across the chair,and he could see her gripping tightly.The mistress withdrew her digits and then proceeded to spank Caramel’s arse hard.

The mistress forced Caramels arse down to near floor level,and then proceeded to ram the yellow peril deep into her arse.There was no finess about either woman’s movements,just a need and fury on the mistresses behalf.He saw through his opera glasses that the mistress was increasing the tempo and vigour of her strokes,and saw Caramel’s face contort as the moment of orgasm approached.Caramel could be seen shaking and she slid off the chair onto the floor,which extracted the yellow peril from her arse.The mistress stood over her,examining her handywork.Leaving the leash snaking across the floor of The Glass House,the mistress moved towards the lift,leaving Caramel where she lay.As she summoned the lift,the lights in The Glass House dimmed.

He heard the mistress approach and felt her breathing.’’Did you enjoy’’ she said.’’Of course-nearly as much as you did’’.The mistress then rubbed her hand over his crotch and wispered in his ear ‘’To bed then?’’ Caramel came too.

Morning

He came down early to the airly living room,opened the veranda doors,and stepped outside.As soon as he sat down,his breakfast was brought to him,together with overnight e-mails,papers needing his attention,and the local national paper.He gazed out to sea,turning his view to the right,to see the small lighthouse on the rocky bluff,that formed the view to the right.Below,the small town was beginning to awake,and the bells of the local church could be heard,chiming.Today he had to leave for the airport to undertake a business meeting in Barcelona and then London.However,there was no rush and his mobile phone remained on silent.He pressed two buttons on the device,which would act as a wakeup call for Caramel,who slept at the back of the building.Sipping a coffee,he dialled up the chauffeuse,and asked her to come up to discuss the day’s events.

Hearing the click of heels on the tiled floor of the veranda,he turned to see Charlotte coming towards him.She was a tall red haired lady,whose slim womanly figure,topped with very large breasts,was suitably adorned in a black skirt with a white blouse.She wore her sun glasses up,in her hair.Under the blouse he could see a bra,which encased her assets perfectly,although not without some movement as she came to sit down at his table.He offered her coffee and fresh orange juice.’’Airport today,by about mid day please’’,he said to Charlotte.She stretched her legs,for him to get a full view,and the skirt rode up above her knees.Her high heels,strapped at the ankle,were particularly not suited to the job of a chauffeuse.Her legs were encased in stockings,and as she stretched them,the small clips that secured them to her corselette,were clearly visible.He knew where to look.As she stretched her very large bust was accentuated by the blouse,as it sought to break free of it’s silken prison.She was a truly a very good looking lady.She was also very loyal,and he was-secretly- very fond of her.

Charlotte lived in the town,in a small flat owned by the Englishman.The flat was above a small but modern brasserie,run by two German ladies,who had arrived about 2 years ago.Charlotte sometimes helped them out,and the Englishman allowed her to use his 4x4 for expeditions into the city,to collect provisions,for the brasserie.Doreen and Erika were hardworking and hard playing,and were always happy to see the Englishman.While their English was impeccable,he spoke their language fluently,and often walked to the town for a coffee at their place.There was a large German expat community in the area,and the brasserie acted as a focal point for that community.


Charlotte had gone though some bad patches,and the Englishman got reacquainted with her,and offered her a job on the island.He cleaned her up,cut down on her alcohol intake,got her well dressed again,and together they enjoyed a fitness regime.She had a good life here,and knew it,and the Englishman was prepared to indulge her.In return she was his eyes and ears,keeping him informed on what was going on,and ensuring that the ladies on his property did not run riot,when he was away.From time to time there were treats,the last of which had been a couple of days in London,for shopping.Amongst other things she now had more superb underwear from the Queens Appointed Supplier, Rigby and Peller.She was probably wearing some today? Certainly no knickers,as they would spoil the line of her tight skirt.

Since he had some quick tasks to perform,the Englishman took his laptop,opened the wireless connection and checked his mail.’’Charlotte,the Merc will do for today.I’ll see you in one hour.OK?’’.Charlotte stood up and walked to the house,fully aware of the effect her movement had on him.Her bottom tightly encased in her skirt swished from side to side,as she receded from view.

He logged on,got his mail,and sent some out,pausing at the CNN news site,on his way.Not much good news there.He thought back to his time in China,where the State ordained that there would always be 7 out out 10 Good News stories on the news wires!He checked his phone for messages,packed his laptop and then prepared for the airport.His overnight bag was already packed,and would be put in the car.

Barcelona was quick,as he met his friend and partner at the airport.After about 2 hours,he caught a late afternoon flight to Heathrow.

The Englishman had decided to meet one of his old girlfriends at a nice discreet Italian restaurant in Richmond.It was not far from his house near Kew Gardens-convenient for London Airport,and travel to The City.The object of his dinner was Sally.She was a lady of a certain age,well bred,but suffering a failed marriage,and trying to run a modelling agency.She was of medium height,well kept and very busty.She also harboured several secrets.

The Englishman had gone out with her over a 5 year period,some years previously.Outwardly she exhibited a strong personality,but sought to be dominated by her men,in her private life.Her husband was just not up to the mark,and a business failure to boot.When paying school fees got tight,he managed to get one of her sons,a scholarship place to a leading public school in south London.She was eternally gratefull.!The Englishman was indulged by her,and provided her with some of the creature comforts that her situation did not normally allow her.She had complained that she was just his ‘bit on the side’ when he was in London,while she yearned for a life ‘in the countryside’

As he mused over the meeting,on the plane over,he decided to call another old female friend,Lynn,once a sparring partner of Sally.Relations had cooled between the two,but Lynn was always game for some action.On arrival he called Lynn,who,although living in Oldham,was in London doing some modelling for a friend of the Englishman.He suggested that Lynn come over to his place at Kew,later that evening,and told her where the house keys could be found.He also said that he would bring Sally over around midnight.Lynn said that would be great.Lynn was the classic MILF dirty bitch,but with a heart of gold.

When he first met Lynn,he took her to dinner at the Airport hotel at Manchester,where he was overnighting.Sally had recommended her-why?After the dinner,he escorted her to her car,and bid her goodbye.Her reaction was to hug him,at the same time sticking her tongue deep in his mouth.What was a gentleman to do? He lifted up her skirt and with his other hand,thrust into her cunt.It was sopping wet.She turned,lent over her car bonnet,and in a minute he slipped inside her.He fucked her with long slow strokes.Lynn pressed her tits into her bonnet(would they leave dents he wondered?) and cried out,as he fucked her vigourously,and fingered her clit.She had a firm arse,which derived from years as a champion cyclist.She did not hold back.She urged him on,and he felt her orgasm bath his prick.She relaxed on the bonnet,as her cuntal vibrations subsided.
The Man wondered aloud if he should driver her home to Shaw,a town near Oldham,where she lived.However she thought that a night in a hotel might serve better.That suited him as well,as his flight to Spain did not leave until early the following afternoon.Holding her hand,he gently put her in the upright position.Holding hands,she hugged him as they went to the hotel.In the light she had the look of a woman who had just been fucked-and liked it!

Into the hotel room,the couple shut the door.She immediately assaulted him again,tearing his shirt.her tongue delved all over him.Unzipping him,she knelt down,taking his prick,still smelling of her juices,into her mouth,and sucked him hard.She then reduced her ministrations to long slow movement,all over his prick and balls.Suddenly she inserted a finger in his arse,to judge the reaction-very positive.The Man now undressed and lay on the duvet.Lynn helped herself to a drink from the mini-bar,and walked around the bed in her heels and lingerie.Sally had told him of Lynn’s porn career,and even in the low light,it was clear that she had a lythe fit body,and nice tits with implants.She was far from ugly and in her late 30s.She sat in a chair facing him,and started to pleasure herself,all the time gauging his reaction.The Man motioned for her to join him on the bed.She was fucking magnificent!! She lay on her side as the man entered her arse first,while squeezing her tits hard.her breaths grew irregular as he thrust brutally into her.her arse gripped him,and felt very smooth.meanwhile he found her prominent clip and frigged it with quickening speed.Lynn was now talking dirty very loudly.He came in her arse,and then thrust four fingers into her cunt.She came quickly again.She was out for the count,so he covered her in the duvet,smoked a cigarette and had a coffee,examining his handiwork.He opened the window to let the Manchester night air in,and to cool the temperature in the room.he took a shower and got under the covers.By now Lynn had stirred and they talked for some time.It was clear that,while a work colleague of Sall’s,there was no love lost between the two.Sally had told her that The Man was ‘hers’,which was like issuing a challenge to Lynn.Lynn wanted to know,in some detail,what I had done with Sally.Lynn suggested that Sally was a dirty bitch,and a stuck up cow.Clearly Sally’s accent and outward attitude,grated a little with a Northern girl.Over the next hour,Lynn gave me a blow by blow of her life,and suggested that her husband never fucked her in the arse,which she enjoyed a good deal.However other men sometimes fumbled,when presented with such an opportunity.She pronounced that The Man had treated her arse ‘’exactly as she liked it-hard and quick’’.He suggested a late breakfast,unless she was in a hurry.No she said,but indicated that she wanted to be fucked again,in the morning.Unusually she played with herself,while trying to go to sleep.That was a first.

In the morning,Lynn was up first,took a shower,and put her light summer dress on.She put her stockings and suspenders on very slowly,ensuring that The Man got an eyeful.She then have him a blowjob,rapidly wanking his prick as she went.She wanted him to cum in her mouth,which he obligingly did.Lynn loved sex first thing in the morning,claiming that her libido was highest at this time.She could have fooled The Man.After a shower,it was down to breakfast.Lynn was not interested in reading the papers,and spent most of the time playing footsie under the table,much to The Man’s amusement.Lynn took a menu,and borrowing his pen,started to write on the back.Having had coffee,they returned to the room.Check out at 1200!! They managed some energetic sex for an hour,after which Lynn gave him the note she had made.I still have it,and it says:

‘’That was a proper fuck.It was great to be treated as a lady and a slut,both at the same time!My arse can still feel you.Wonderful.

I hope we meet again,and you may be able to help me avenge myself on Sally.I like being dominant with women,anyway.I can see why Sally thinks so much of you,as you DO know how to treat a woman,and press her buttons.

Let’s fuck again-SOON

Love Lynnxxx’’

What a woman.He checked out and escorted Lunn to her car-again.she had lost her parking ticket,so the Man sorted that out.After further kissing,she departed in her battered blue Japanese car,back home.


He spoke with Sally as well,arranging to meet her in a few days,in London,and sorted out the time and place of the dinner.Sally wondered what he would like her to wear,and was instructed to wear something discreet,which showed off an indication of her assets.All set,he went to Kew a few days later,changed and made sure that his bedrooms and sitting room were in order,dropping the key outside,for Lynn to find,having co-ordinated things with her.

He walked to the restaurant and was greeted by the owner,Carlo,whom he knew well.The restaurant was small and the food good.The owner commented on if the Englishman was bringing ‘a new girl ‘ to dinner.He replied that an old friend was coming,and he expected to have a good evening as always.The appointed hour came and went-Sally was always late!After several lattes,she arrived.The Englishman stood up to take her coat and greet her.They hugged and kissed,as he ran his hands over her arse,to discover,as always, that she was wearing stockings and suspenders.her firm arse was a feature he always enjoyed-often.He stood back to look at her.She wore black high heeled shoes,and a smart suit,cut in at the waist.Her jacket covered a sheer white blouse,and a bright coloured scarf covered her neck.Her face was set off by deep auburn hair.They sat at the small bar,with her arse,perched on a stool attracting some admiring glances.Sally gave him an update on her life,and admitted that she could not find any knickers to wear,which she thought had been taken by her son,who had recently realised that his mum was a model!!If you need an excuse,the Englishman thought….

They talked of old times,and his introduction of her agency to many who had helped her.The Englishman’s friend Milton from Sweden was one such introduction.Their meal was nearly ready,and before they sat down,he gave her a small box,tied with a bow.She opened it discreetly and discovered a butplug inside.He suggested that she put it on now,in the ladies loo.She blushed and then disappeared through the relevant door.The Englishment knew that she loved anal sex,and he’d made her wear one of these things,with startling results,once before.It would set the tone for the evening.On her return,her steps were shorter and less self assured.She sat down gently,but the plug was clearly having some effect.

Dinner came and went,and Sally wondered what they might do next.The Englishman suggested she came back to his place for a nightcap,and said that if she wanted,he would ensure delivery of her car(a Citroen 2CV which he had bought her) back to her place in South London,early in the morning.Coats on,bill paid and out into the night air.Sally found her car,and the Englishman got in.As they headed for Kew,he suggested that they stop at the river.At this stage his hand ran gently up the drivers thigh,without meeting any resistance.They got out of the car and walked to the railings overlooking the river.Sally leaned against the rails and he opened her coat.They kissed passionately.He put a hand up her short skirt and felt her cunt.It was dripping.His hands moved over her suspenders,and then he thrust three fingers deep into her dripping cunt.She just clung to him more tightly,pressing her large breasts into his shirt.He could now feel hard,excited nipples.His tongue moved to her ears as he first bit them,and then drove deep into one.He moved his hand to a covered breast,still in it’s bra,and pressed the nipple deep into her tit flesh.He then used a circular motion to give a harsh lesson to her nipple.Sally’s breath was now irregular,and she clutched his penis,beneath his trousers.She mentioned domination and the Englishman thought he was doing quite a good job.Sally came suddenly and needed his support to stand up.Her stocking clad legs,shook in her high heels.Up to this point they had not spoken,since getting out of the car.His hand moved to her groin and he felt the wetness down her stocking clad legs.A good start,he thought to himself.Sally clung to him,as he smoked a cigarette and they admired the stillness of the river,as Sally’s breathing settled to a more normal fashion.She called him a fucking bastard,for making her cum like that,and he checked the but plug for the first time,causing her irregular breathing to return.He moved it slightly and she came again!! Now she clung even harder to him,as her breathing calmed down.

Sally stumbled into his arms,and vowed that she could not cum again.The man wanted to fuck her,and little did she know,he would make her cum all night.He texted just an exclamation mark to Lynn on her phone,which let her know that he was returning home.He had to drive the little car,as Sally was,she said,unable to drive in her present state.The Englishman,although excited,was perfectly able to drive.His past life had taught him that recovery time,from any situation,was important!Also he hardly drank any alcohol.

They arrived at his house,and parked in the drive.The porch light was on.In they went,to find Lynn sitting on the sofa-fully clothed-thank god.Before Sally could say anything,he explained that Lynn was just staying for a couple of days,as she had a shoot nearby,with a photographer friend of his.The man offered the girls drinks and found that the coffee pot in the kitchen,had already been prepared by Lynn.Good(?)girl.

When he returned to the sitting room,he occupied a large armchair,leaving the girls on the sofa.Lynn enquired as to what we had been doing.It was clear from Sally’s expression,that she was pretty flustered.Well done that man! Lights dipped,music on,and the Englishman decided to dance with Sally.She hugged him tightly,trying to make Lynn a little jealous.Lynn had been hitting the wine,and was quite tipsy.As the couple danced,the man unzipped Sally’s skirt,which became a pool of material on the carpet.Looking in a mirror it was easy to see her arse,clad in suspenders and seamed stockings,being stroked by male hands.Rather uplifting.Her head rested on the man’s shoulder and she was fully dressed,except for her skirt.If Lynn had noticed the butplug,she had not yet reacted.Sally ground her sex into the man,while his pressure on her arse increased.The dance went on forever,and he liked it!! Every now and then,he flicked the plug with his finger,causing Sally to shudder and cling harder.he gave her arse cheeks a couple of hard swift spanks,which caused Sally to catch her breath.

In the mirrors he noticed Lynn going up the stairs(to bed?) and he was left with Sally in the sitting room.The man picked her up and carried her to the sofa.He placed her stomach over one of the large armrests,with her face pointing towards the sofa centre.Her shoes remained on,held by ankle straps.He remembered buying them for her in Bond Street,some time before.Her feet benefited from this pair of fuck me heels.Her toes showed the effort of wearing tight shoes,all her life.He now started to work the butplug in and out of her arse.Sally gave a series of low moans and demanded to be fucked in the arse.That will come later,thought the man,but not as you might expect! Her juices continued to glisten on her stockings,and her breathing now broke into a wimper.He now thrust 3 fingers into her dripping cunt and saw her grip the sofa,as he did it.She knew that a fisting was coming and that she would cum again.No baby oil was necessary to lubricate her cunt,which sometimes eased his hand into various female orifices.A fourth finger joined the other three,as Sally furiously massaged her clit.The red nails of her fingers showed how busy her digits were becoming.Finally his whole fist was inside her cunt,and he was able to expand and contract his fingers,from the closed fist position,as his strokes increased.Her breath became increasingly ragged and moans grew louder from her mouth.(ke knew no woman ,who having experienced a proper fisting,did not want it again).As he felt her excitement increasing he decreased the intensity of his fisting,thus prolonging her pleasure.As her climax neared,he judged it to perfection and as she came,he withdrew his hand quickly,as he felt a stream of her juices envelop it.That quick withdrawal made her cum again and she collapsed onto the sofa,breathing and moaning very unevenly.The man was still fully clothed.he got up and poured some wine for her.He stripped off her jacket and blouse,together with her bra,to cool her down.She was what he called glowing.The butplug remained intact in her bottom.He then sat beside her,holding her to him.

Down the stairs came Lynn ,who had heard the commotion.She was wearing her ‘dressed to fuck’ clothes,which consisted of heels,stocking,suspenders,waist clincher and long black gloves.In her hand,she carried a strapon dildo.She sat on the long sofa,and proceeded to put the head of the dildo inside her.She made it very clear that she wanted some of the action-but not yet.At the moment she just wanted to be watched.Sally was still out of it.

Lynn’s eyes indicated that her libido was rising.For some it was a fearsome sight(she claimed some male models in her porn films looked worried by this!).It held no menace for the man,and he motioned her towards him.Lynn’s favourite position for sex,was sitting on her man.He preferred her in the doggy position,but that could come later.She sat on him,unzipped him and then started to wank his cock,all the time whispering in his ear.Talking dirty came more naturally to her,than to Sally.The man whispered into her ear,indicating what he wanted her to do to Sally.Domination was the theme,and she was to dominate Sally at his instruction.However only the man would spank Sally.During all this Lynn continued to wank him,but he did not cum.He’d seen Lynn in action before,and knew how to press her buttons.She was a one off sexually,and good fun.

Lynn then tried to wank the man to completion,but failed.The man used his fingers to press on the muscles under her shoulder blades,whereupon her hands moved to his back,as she dug her claws in.He had found one of her switches.As he did this,he told her what she was to do to Sally,upstairs in the master bedroom.Lynn came hard and fast after a couple of minutes of writhing on his legs,just from his deep massage of her back muscles.He tipped her gently off his legs,and with the dildo still stuck in her cunt,she walked,for effect,slowly up the stairs.He was able to see the swishing of her arse,and the suspenders dark against her thighs,as she rose up the stairs and out of sight.Meanwhile Sally had not stirred from her position on the couch.Picking up Sally from the couch,he carried her up the stairs.In normal times he would watch her ascent from below,marvelling at the movement of her arse,for a lady of her age.All the time the plug remained in her arse.

At the top of the stairs,he entered the open door of the master bedroom,to see the lights set low,and Lynn lying on the large bed,her legs wide apart,with her underwear still on.He placed an awakening Sally on the bed,and then sat on one edge.Sally was awakening,so placing her over his knee,he proceeded to question her,about her black men,as he roughly removed the butt plug from her arse,tossing it across the room.As he questioned her,she denied that she had ever given her arse to any black man,talking quietly.He massaged her arse cheeks..He did not like the answers she gave,and spanked her hard,once on each cheek.He then checked her cunt again,with his fingers,to find it-once more-dripping wet.He spanked her hard again,and she whispered that she had given her arse to several black men,and felt ashamed.Placing her so that her feet were on the floor and her waist and upper body on the bed,he started to undress himself.Lynn moved off the bed to help him and knelt and took his prick in her mouth.The man entered Sally’s cunt slowly,reaching under her to tweak her nipples.His strokes were long and slow,and he saw her busy fingers massage her clit.Withdrawing suddenly he knelt down and drove his tongue into her dripping cunt,He moved up to her clit,removing the hood,with an upward index finger motion ,leaving it fully exposed to his lashing tongue.He motioned to Lynn to join him and together they tongued Sally towards a climax.Lynn concentrated on Sally’s arsehole,and her busy tongue went in and out of the rosebud,fucking her just inside it.This would cause Sally to want more depth,which was not possible,with the human tongue.However it confirmed Sally’s need!They stopped suddenly and the man now sat on the floor,pulling Sally down, attacking her cunt slowly again with his tongue.Lynn then licked around Sally’s arsehole again,and her moans increased in intensity.Sally gripped the bedside and her large breasts were squashed out,from her chest.Again the licking stopped before she could cum.The man now undressed,and joined Sally back on the bed,motioning Lynn to follow.Sally now lay on her side,exposing.her bottom for his inspection.Her arsehole was still distended from the period when she had worn the butt plug.The man lay behind her and fucked her long and hard in her arse,while grinding her nipples,once more,deep into her titflesh.He showed her tits no mercy.Lynn looked on in a trance.She leaned over to Sally,french kissed her,and whispered (no doubt dirty messages) in her ear.Her hand went to join Sally’s to massage the older woman’s clit,while the arse fucking continued.Sally came long and hard,bathing the man’s cock,in her arse’s cum juice,and then flopped back onto the bed,on her back,with her hair spread on the pillows.Her tits glowed,and her tummy movements were rapid,as her climax subsided.As with most women,when they come in their arse,the juices are often more voluminous,than when they come in their cunts.

The man lay on the bed next to Sally with Lynn sitting on it’s edge.The man and Lynn smoked and Sally ran her hands gently over the man.His manhood was still quite hard she noticed.There followed a long conversation between the girls on orgasms,and how to achieve the best ones.Various orgasms that were memorable were mentioned,and highlighted.Knowing the preferences of both woman in that area,the man could but smile! Sally stood up still clad in her stockings and heels,and announced that she was going to make some coffee.Lynn said that it would keep them all awake!As Sally went down stairs,Lynn nuzzled up to the man,and demanded to be fucked.How could he not oblige?

The man decided to start with Lynn on her back,legs wide open,as he started to tease her with his tongue.He licked her thighs,around her belly button and in fact,any area other than her cunt.Every now and again,he flicked his tongue near her clit,but otherwise concentrated on other areas of her body.The deep pits of the muscles between her thighs and crotch were particularly subject to his tongue,which added further to Lynn’s excitement.As he moved down her thighs with his tongue,he moved towards her feet,licking between her toes,and gently sucking her smaller toes.This elicited small moans from Lynn,as he tried to remember what she really liked.Lynn sat up and with her hands guided his head to her cunt.She egged him on to give it to her.He now rammed his tongue into her dripping cunt,thumbed the hood over her clit to reveal it’s prisoner,and went to work.a ten minute licking ensued.Lynn began to wiggle and squirm,as he now inserted a couple of fingers into her,using a sawing motion.Lynn now changed to the 69 position,as the man continued to lick her.She sucked hard on his dick,and licked around his balls and towards his arsehole.This was sex without boundaries-Lynn’s speciality.As she sucked him,she stuck a finger into his arse,to massage his prostate.What a woman! His tongue moved to the area around her arsehole,as he used his hands to prize her cheeks apart.He wrapped his legs around her neck,to keep her concentrated on her task.She now began to wank him,with his dick still in her mouth,as she sucked him enthusiastically.As he probed her arse,he could feel her arse vibrating gently,which was a sign that she was losing control.Increasing his licking and the number of fingers in her arse,until his whole fist entered,he heard her voice rise,as she came violently,and drenched his face,with her hot juices.Her arse vibrated as she came,and her teeth nearly left a permanent mark on his manhood.

Lynn and The Man lay back with her head on his shoulder.She told him that they should get together more often.The last time had been over a year ago,in Spain where she was doing a shoot.She told him that she was working for a friend of his-Roy-on a shoot nearby,later that day,with a couple of black guys.The man suggested that since Sally was so fond of black guys,Lynn should get the details of the best performer,and that he would arrange for Sally to meet the guy-in his presence.Lynn said that,providing she was invited,it would be done.She had always regarded Sally as a stuck up bitch,and had worked with her often.She thought that the idea of seeing a black guy,hanging out of Sally,would be splendid to watch! Lynn always felt Sally to be too ‘prim and proper’.Lynn on the other hand,a champion cyclist in her youth,liked sex and was a born exhibitionist.She was often used as a fluffer in shoots,to get the others going,a role at which she excelled.

That reminded him that Sally was taking her time with the coffee and wine.Leaving Lynn,on the bed,still clad in her heels,a small basque and a big smile,he went downstairs to find Sally asleep on a settee,covered by her long coat-fast asleep.He decided not to disturb her,taking only her car keys,and some wine for Lynn upstairs.He and Lynn shared the wine,and by now both tired,fell asleep.

The man’s internal clock woke him at 7 am.He surveyed the wreckage of the night before.Lynn was still asleep,and the strapon dildo and butt plug lay on the floor.Out of his window,he could see the high wall of Kew Gardens.Sally’s car stood in the drive.He had a meeting near London,but not until lunchtime,so he was in no hurry.He was not sure about Sally’s plans.

At about 10 am,the girls rose,more or less simultaneously.Lynn appeared first in work clothes,and a bit latter Sally came down in her suit,still clearly wearing her stockings and suspenders.He suggested that they go out for breakfast,and drove them to the bottom of the Kew Road,towards the station.There was a nice French Brasserie there,and breakfast was ordered,as they sat outside.They were both pretty hungry,but appeared happy,after the exertions of the night.Sally called the man ‘a rough bastard’ and Lynn said ,with northern grit that he was not rough but only forcefull!!Lynn said that Sally had appeared to have enjoyed his fisting of her very much,and that she-Lynn-was jealous.She said nothing of the fisting her arse got,the previous evening,but had a large s mile on her face!The Man wrote a note on the back of the menu,and handed it to Sally

‘’It’s great to see you again Sal.I also know that you have a young black man,living in your house,with your husband in a flat upstairs.Wow!! If we are to be an item in the future,I will need to take more control of you-and your finances.My plans include shaving you down below,and getting you some sex jewelry,in one nipple and in your clit.If that appeals,I’m sure you’ll let me know!!’’ She read it and smiled at him.

The man outlined his plans for the day,and told Lynn that she could stay for another night if she wished.Both girls knew Roy,and they discussed Lynn’s impending scene,on the shoot that day.Lynn made much of the fact that she would be double penetrated by a couple of black bucks.Sally’s facial expression changed! Sally had to go home to Streatham,and appeared to be OK to drive.The man suggested she come back later that evening to his house,and that dinner would be made for everyone,about 9pm.Sally wondered what to wear and the man said that she should wear something ultra sexy,but try not to cause any traffic accidents.Both girls were now getting looks from other customers having breakfast.Some female dinners seemed to be wondering what they were doing with the Englishman-but that was their problem.The man paid the bill and ran both girls back to his house.Sally gave him a long deep kiss on the drive way,as his hand roamed her buttocks,and sqeezed her firm arse globes.Sally drove off with a wave.The man and Lynn went back into the house.He offered to take Lynn to her shoot,which was only a few miles away.However she wanted to sleep more for a couple of hours,so he made sure she had a key,and asking her to look after her strapon,set off for his meeting…………………..

The man returned around 4pm,still tired from the night before,but having had a good meeting.He called the caterer and ordered a cold buffet for 9pm,checking that there was sufficient drink in the house.Order confirmed! He took a shower,and went to bed,setting his alarm for 8pm.He did not dream often,and this time there was no exception.As he drifted to sleep,the phone by his bed rang.It was Sally.She confirmed that she was also in bed,knackered,but looking forward to the evening ahead.He called her a sexy bitch and told her that he was looking forward to seeing how she handled a black buck.She had often spoken of this preference,but he had never seen her being fucked by a black man.He was looking forward to it.Sally was going to wear what she thought,was a very sexy outfit,which showed her tits and arse off to major advantage.They agreed on meeting at his place at around 9pm.She said that she would stay the night.

The Englishman woke at 8pm,dived into the shower,and then dressed casually.he heard noises downstairs and assumed that Lynn had arrived.Lynn was on the phone and down he went to greet her.She sat on the sofa,wearing a shift dress,held at the waist with a thin leather belt.Her blonde hair was piled on her head,and the view was completed with seemed black stockings and her trademark blue high heels.Clearly she wore no bra.After she put the phone down,they discussed her day.There was some kind of problem at her home near Oldham,but she seemed to have sorted things out.She had spent the afternoon doing a shoot with Roy that involved 2 black guys and one of them was going to come round at about ten thirty.She had had a sleep downstairs,and was now quite hungry.She judged the shoot a success.It was,apparently for a foreign publication.

She made it clear that she wanted to see Sally being teased by the black guy,and suggested that the man watched,and teased Sally also.The caterer arrived,bringing in the food and putting it on the table in his dining room.9pm came and went,with no sign of Sally.She eventually arrived about half an hour late.She wore a little black dress,very high heels and stockings,with a push up type bra pushing her very substantial tits out of the low cut top of her dress.She wore long silk gloves,and what looked like a flexible corset under the dress.In short she looked stunning.For a woman of her age,she knew how to attract attention.This time the man would not put a plug up her arse,as it would spoil the outline of the dress,drawn tight over her arse.As she went upstairs to the bathroom,it was clear that she moved slowly up the steps for maximum effect,her cheeks swishing from side to side.

The man explained to her,when she returned,that Lynn had managed to find a young black man,who would romance her.Sally was bemused for an instant,but said that she would wait and see.The man said that he wanted to watch her seduce the black guy,and to see if she enjoyed that.They settled back,having taken some food from the dining room,he with a coffee,and the girls with some fine white wine,to wash down the food.Lynn took out a spliff,lit it and offered it to the man.He deferred,and passed it to Sally,who took a deep drag of it.Both girls now appeared to be relaxing,when the bell went,and a young black man,called Joe came in.He was tall and slim,with an afro hair style,well dressed and with an easy manner.Lynn stood up and they embraced lightly.The man suggested that he might like some food and drink.As he went to the dining room,Lynn motioned to Sally to see what she thought of Joe.She raised her eyebrows,showing that he would certainly be able to fire her rockets.The man moved to a single armchair leaving the two large sofas for the ladies and Joe.He lowered the lights so that they only showed the carpeted area,between the furniture.Small talk ensued.Joe was a student who was also carving out a career,as a porno stud.He seemed to be in some demand,which was good-certainly for his reputation!

The man put on some music and motioned to Lynn to dance with him-the implication being that Sally should dance with Joe.Lynn was quick to oblige,and whispered that she had briefed Joe on what was to happen.Her plan was to tease Sally with Joe,and see where it led! In the corner of his eye,the man saw Sally dance slowly with Joe grinding her crotch into him.He held her lightly,as she leant up to kiss him deeply.Lynn manoevered the man,so that they could both see what was happening.Sally was in some kind of trance,as she could obviously feel Joe’s manhood against her.Joe’s hands were now roaming over Sally as he pleased.His hands went to her dress,and he lifted it over her bottom to expose her arse,picked out by suspenders and stockings.The two couples danced for about 20 minutes,before Lynn decided that she wanted to dance with Joe herself.Sally decided to sit out,but it was clear that she was both flustered and excited.The man joined her on the sofa,as they watched Lynn and Joe.Lynn was slowly undressing Joe as they danced,and taking charge.Soon Joe was naked,except for a large smile,with Lynn’s clothes also falling off,to reveal an electric blue lingerie set.They could see Lynn holding the man’s long cock,as she kissed him around his neck.It would be hard for any man to remain unexcited by Lynn’s advances,and so it proved.

Sally was growing agitated,since she saw Lynn taking away what she regarded as hers.Turning her back to the man,he was able to unzip her dress,to reveal her in all her spendour.She wore a red lingerie set,which included a push up bra,totally redundant given the size of her tits.The cups exposed her erect nipples,which the cool air only distended further.Under that she had a matching waspy corset,holding up seamed sheer black stockings,with her fuckme high heels-altogether a very attractive package.She wore no knickers.Lynn had now forced Joe gently to the carpet,on his back,and was sucking his manhood,with her usual enthusiasm.Seeing Sally looking at her,she picked up a scarf and advanced towards her.The man moved to the single chair,and Lynn tied Sally’s hands behind her back with the scarf.She then took Sally and put her on the mans extended knees,on the single chair,but facing the action.She returned to Joe,sitting on his face,straddling the chair,while holding his prick in an extended hand.Sally could see Lynn lower her bottom onto Joe’s extended tongue,as she obliged him to lick her cunt.All the time she looked towards Sally,who was growing more agitated.The Man slowly fondled Sally’s tits and a hand went to her slit to see if she was wet.Does it rain in Spain?He fondled Sally’s slit and discoved a river of her juices.She was more than wet,and she rested her head now on his shoulder,as he continued his ministrations.Her juices made his trousered leg damp.She whispered to the man,indicating that she really wanted Joe!All the time Lynn had not allowed Joe to penetrate her,but she was making him more and more excited.She now ground her cunt into his face,while he appeared to tongue fuck her cunt.His hands explored her flanks and tits,although he could not see her facial expression,from his position on the floor.Lynn was getting worked up.

Lynn stood up,slightly shaking on her high heels.She came towards Sally,still tied with the scarf and suggested she dance with Joe.She then went into the kitchen and re-emerged with the strap on dildo in her hand.Sally moved towards the supine Joe,offering him her tied wrists.Joe moved to untie them,throwing the scarf,from the lighted area.Sally then took his prick and started to lick it slowly,from top to bottom.One of her hands held the prick,while the other cupped his balls.She then licked his balls,while wanking his prick slowly.Joe sat up,and kissed Sally long and hard,although she continued to hold his manhood,as if she thought it might run away.It was certainly a very erotic scene.

Lynn now sat on the man’s lap,facing the action.One of her hands moved to his manhood,finding the reaction she expected.She knew that Joe fully briefed by her,would follow the script.Meanwhile the man started to massage her back muscles under her shoulder blades,and Lynn squirmed provocatively,grinding her womanhood into his knee.Sexual tension was rising as both saw Sally continue her ministrations of Joe.

Clearly Sally was considering mounting Joe in her excitement.She moved over his prick and lowered herself onto it.She was in heaven.Lynn now stood up,slipping on the strapon on.Her aim was to take Sally’s arse,while Sally was engrossed with Joe’s prick.However,she would have to pick her moment.The man sat back to watch,coffee cup in hand.Sally was now rising up and down on Joe’s shaft.As she did this,his hands wandered over her body,stroking her arse and tweaking her nipples,which caused her to moan gently.Black hands on white tits!Her hands rested on his chest as she got into her stride,her eyes closing.Neither she nor Joe was anxious for a quick climax,both preferring to savour the moment.Joe saw Lynn come towards them,wearing the strapon.He now started to concentrate more on Sally’s arse cheeks,with his hands,as she fucked him(it was not him fucking her).Sally probably thought that this was a prelude for him to fuck her arse,making her even more excited!Lynn dropped down behind them,which was clearly a signal to Joe to take hold of Sally.She must have felt the rubber cock enter her arse,but was so involved with her fucking of Joe,that she made no effort to stop Lynn.Lynn held Sally at her hips,and drove the instrument into Sally as Joe moderated his strokes to allow her to fuck her victim more effectively and with vigour.Lynn spanked Sally’s arse as she fucked her bottom vigorously.with a combination of Joe and Lynn holding onto Sally,there was no escape for her.Sally let out low guttural noises,and now held Joe around his neck.Was the moment coming? Sally’s long nails now raked Joe’s chest,as she felt her climax coming.Clearly Joe could also feel the rubber prick busily fucking Sally,through the thin wall between her cunt and arse.Having practised double penetration a few hours before with Lynn,he was was feeling a similar sensation.Sally appeared to cum in her arse first,as the prick in her cunt heightened her sensation.With a guteral roar,combined with expletives,she came.She collapsed on Joe,fully out of breath.The Man thoughts that she might be having a sezure,so great were her cries and deep breaths.Lynn withdrew the plastic cock with a look of triumph on her face.She had taken Sally’s arse-stuck up bitch! Sally rolled off Joe onto her back on the carpet.Joe now found Lynn wanking him and pointing his prick towards Sally’s breast.(Sally had a thing about men coming on her tits as she felt that sperm helped to keep the skin of her breasts taut-No one ever complained).There was no reaction from a fully sated Sally as Joe fired his sperm over her breasts under Lynn’s ministrations.Sally continued to catch her breath and was sobbing with pleasure,her orgasm continuing to wrack her body.Everyone relaxed in the room,with only the background music and Sally’s heavy breathing,breaking the silence.Lynn still wearing her prick knelt next to Joe and put it in his mouth,to lick off the thing,and to savour the taste and smell of Sally’s arse.Joe still on his back,now had to face an arse fucking himself from Lynn.She would brook no complaint.She turned Joe over and assumed the piledriver position over his upturned arse.Could he take it? Of course he could.Lynn rested her hands on his arse,as she inserted the shaft into his arse.Lynn stood on her high heels,stockinged legs bent,intend on giving him back,what he had given her that afternoon.Joe stroked his own cock as Lynn increased her strokes.Lynn helped him with her hand.Was Lynn making an impression? Off course she was.To be watched gave Lynn an extra thrill.She was a born exhibitionist.sally was not completely out of it,and saw Joe orgasm,with the rubber dick in his arse,attached to Lynn.I don’t think she had seen that before.

Joe departed,after The Man called a taxi and paid for it.He pressed notes into Joe’s hand,and thanked him for his efforts! He then fell asleep on the floor,having covered the two sleeping ladies with a duvet each.Morning came all too quickly.Lynn was already awake and preparing coffee,cereals and bacon and egg in the kitchen.Sally took a shower and collected her scattered garments from the living room.Lynn served breakfast at the large table,and disappeared for a shower.The papers had been dropped through the door,and The Man scanned them quickly.He had more appointments in The City,and then another evening of entertainment.It was February 14th.he explained to the girls that he would probably set off home later in the day,and that his cleaning lady would be along to clear up.Now dressed in a city suit,he gave each girl a hug,and expense money in two envelopes.He said he would see them both soon,but no timings were set up.Lynn was going back up to Lancashire,so he offered her a lift in his taxi.sally had her own car to take her home to Streatham.Apparently she was spending all day,trying to sell some apartments down there,as eye candy!!

Into the taxi they went,and it stopped first at St Pancras.Lynn hugged him and promised more of the same,another time.The Man promised her another special woman to service.Both were content with the arrangement.he then took a call from Charlotte ,who told him how things were at home.After several City meetings,he had lunch near Liverpool Street,and his thoughts turned to Valentines Day.Who would be his Valentine? He made a couple of calls,and Anne-Marie a short,busty,Ulster blonde answered.He discoved that she was not doing much that evening,so invited her out.As usual,she had nothing to wear! He arranged to meet her,at a specialised shop later in the afternoon.Business was going well,so he took his time over lunch.There were lots of city ladies in the restaurant,some of them rather good looking,so lunch was hardly a chore.In a taxi again,and to North West London.He met Anne-Marie at a local Café Rouge,and they sat down and took a coffee.Anne-Marie had her boyfriend’s red Porsche 944(a really ladies car with a soft top roof).Things appeared not to be going well,with her current beau not supporting her,apparently.No news then there.Anne-Marie was also making porn films and doing some hooking,so had a very rounded personality.We did bump into each other,from time to time,but nothing had ensued.Would tonight be different? Into the shop they went and she chose a full length,light blue rubber dress to wear,which he did not object to!! The Man suggested that he took her to a hotel on Richmond Hill,which overlooked a bend in the Thames.Romantic or not?They agreed to meet there at 9 pm.Anne-Marie wanted to shoot off,and offered The Man a lift.A hot woman in a red Porsche seemed a good form of transport!Getting home,he invited the blonde in.He could see her eyes counter rotate,at the style and substance of his house.Good impression then? He gave her a butt plug and suggested she wear it for dinner.No problems there,she intimated.After dinner,she suggested that he came to her place for coffee.No problems there either.She gave him a hug,to ensure that he could feel her bosoms and a deep,deep French kiss.things were definitely looking up! She saw a meal ticket.

The Man needed some sleep,and went to bed for a couple of hours,setting the alarm,for 8pm.Showering and changing into chinos,a smart shirt and blazer,he set off by taxi to the Richmond hotel.Anne-Marie had certainly dressed to impress,and she tuned many heads,including The Man’s.She wore high black heels,a powder blue 2 piece.The Skirt was tight,and the top tighter.She had a very pretty face,and required little make up.Over dinner,she shifted from time to time,and it was clear that she had the butt plug in her.Apparently her latest beau was boring her(shorthand for not providing her with enough money),and her porn and escorting activities were quiet.Clearly a turning point in The Man’s favour.She loved champagne,although The
Man drank very little.He ordered a bottle of Veuve Cliqueot,and hoped that Anne-Marie would drink most of it.he was not mistaked.After dinner,coffee and brany was served on the terrace,overlooking The Thames.At this point,Anne-Marie moved closer…and closer.His hand slipped between her legs,and she was certainly wet.he could also detect that she had no panties but the but plug was in place.She took a couple of calls from her mobile,which seemed to be from her beau.Not The Man’s problem fortunately!

She was in no state to drive,so The Man performed that function.She directed him towards her place,which was a small mews house in Kew,in fact not far from where he lived.her young son Shaun,was sleeping over with a schoolfriend so she said.Anne-Marie took him into her place,and explained that her beau might call round!The Man locked the door from the inside,and drew the curtains.Anne Marie made coffee and had a brandy from a small drinks cabinet.By this stage she appeared a little unsteady on her heels.They danced to some music on her stereo.and she hugged him tighter and tighter.he felt the outline of her suspenders,as he gently fondled her magnificent arse.He unzipped her skirt,which feel like a liquid pool,to the carpet.he top was still in position.he then tapped the butt plug which caused an immediate,and positive,reaction from her.Her response was a further frenzy of deep kissing.He took her from the dance,and put her over a rolled settee.A car drew up outside,which Anne-Marie did not hear.No problem thought The Man.taking off her top,her tits were revealed in all their glory and a skimpy bra,which matched her suspenders.He lent over her and fondled her breasts,telling her that it was probably that her beau was arriving.She said she couldn’t give a fuck,which was good enough for him.The Man wasn’t bothered either.He licked her arse and cunt extensively,and ran his hands up and down her stockinged legs.she particularly liked this,and he suddenly withdrew the butt plug,which caused a major gasp.He now thrust his tongue into her distended arsehole,gripping her arse as he did so.She began to fuck his tongue with her arse,proving that he was doing the right thing!he then extended some fingers into her cunt,which got her going again.He then proceeded to fist her.He did not know if she had done this before,but once in,he opened and closed his clenched fist.This was getting her worked up.Suddenly he heard the click of the letter box,in her front door,and assumed her beau was taking things in!Moving to one side,he gave the peeper a grandstand view of his woman getting fisted,and enjoying it.Half expecting the man to put his shoulder to the door,The Man prepared for a different kind of action.Anne-Marie lay panting over the settee,showing her arse and stockinged legs to all.The Man continued his ministrations until Anne Marie came strongly,bathing his fist in her juices-and he hadn’t even fucked her yet!

The Man heard a car start up and set off to the main road.Anne-Marie laid flaked out on her sofa.He went upstairs to find a duvet to cover her up,planning to leave,if possible.While upstairs he heard the woman climb the stairs and disappear into her bathroom.Her head was probably hammering away,as she had drunk quite a bit.Down the stairs he went with a duvet.Anne-Marie then appeared down the stairs still in stockings,high heels and the remains of her lingerie.She asked him to stay the night as she claimed to be worried about her beau returning,not surprisingly.Since it was a short walk from her place to his,he agreed.having gone to the small bathroom,festooned with a wide variety of beauty products,underwear etc,he then made it to her bedroom.She came up the stairs a few moments later,with a coffee for each of them.She wondered where The Man had learned to fist her like that,and he told her about some past experiences.She did say,kindly,that she had never been fisted like that before(meaning that she had been fisted before).However life must go on!Since she liked having her arse licked,he suggested that he might-at some future date-fist her in the arse,but that could come later.They both lay on top of her bed.In the room,all around,was a large collection of designer dresses.He wondered how many she had worn.Clearly there was many thousands of pounds invested here.

Anne-Marie was clearly not finished and seemed to be wide awake and lucid now.She suggested that,since The Man did not miss a stroke,while her beau was looking through the letterbox,she was much comforted by this.She knew that he had worked in Ulster,in the past,and suggested that he had plenty of bottle.However the situation that evening was just one to be confronted and got though,he suggested to her.The beau could come back with a weapon,but Anne-Marie dismissed this,saying that the beau had little ‘‘bottle’’.They talked about her situation and the fact that she wanted to get out of porn and hooking.While quite sexy,she was far from the best shag The Man had enjoyed in the past.She had a soft Ulster voice,which was a turn on,and inspite of her large silicone tits,she still looked stunning.She was quite short and slim,which gave her tits additional prominence.She asked The man about his life(a bit) and he skipped the Ulster stuff.While Protestant,she had a foot in the Nationalist community too.The Man decided to check her background later.As dawn was breaking over Kew,Anne-Marie wanted him to fuck her,and on her knees,she offered up her arse to him.As he always tried to please a lady he obliged,and became hard quickly.He lubricated her cunt and arse again,with his tongue,which got her in the mood for sex.She wanted him to fuck her in the arse,and made that obvious.She also wanted him to come in her arse-a rare treat.He came around behind her,placing her on the edge of the bed,and then entered her.The effect of the butt plug was still in effect and he slid easily into her arse.She now thrust against him and urged him to come in her arse again.She was now on her back,looking at him,as he thrust into her.She appeared to be enjoying the experience.In this position he was able to tweak her clit for her added excitement.He came inside her,just after she had cum herself,so honour was satisfied.No condoms here!They then got under the duvet,after she removed her lingerie.The Man was very tired,after the last couple of days,and fell asleep with Anne-Marie’s tits boring into his back.He knew he had little to do on the 15th,so an early start was not the problem.Anne-Marie was one of those women who thought that giving her arse to a man,straight away,made him fall in love.While that might happen,it was not the case with The Man,enjoyable as it was.

They took breakfast together at a French café near Richmond station.Clearly she was flirting with any man there,prepared to look.She was in her element.She wanted to know when they could meet again,even offering to fly to Spain(all expenses paid of course!).She gave him her new mobile number,and he promised to keep in touch,and see her soon.He wanted to see how the long blue rubber dress looked on her,in any event.A taxi back to her place,and he was seeing Anne-Marie off,as he headed to Heathrow. Checking in for the flight,he headed for the Executive lounge.He had about one hour before the flight was called.He made several business calls,and inwardly judged his latest trip,as a success.He spoke to Charlotte and arranged for her to pick him up at Palma airport.

The flight was uneventfull,and he passed out of the airport plaza,where he spotted Charlotte and the car.She looked,as always,stunning.She really was a fine lady! She wore a long red skirt,topped off with a sheer white blouse.Her white bra did little to hide her large tits.Looking at her back,it was clear that the rear strap was substantial,giving an impression of it’s substantial task.He decided to sit in the front,as Charlotte steering the car,expertly,out of the airport,and onto the road home.She asked him if he had enjoyed the trip,and asked for some detail.he suggested an early seafood meal,in the small port near his home,and she rapidly agreed.

They sat on the restaurant terrace,looking over the bay of what had once been,a Spanish Naval base.He was concerned how things were going with her.She appeared to warm to his concerns.As he told her,he was genuinely concerned about her,given her recent past.For the first time ever,her slim elegant hand crept across the table,towards his.It was like a bolt of electricity.She suggested that,because of potential jealousies at his home,with the other womem,that perhaps they should repair to Richard Branson’s nearby hotel.She said that he already had her overnight stuff in the car!! She was always well organised,and The Man needed to chill.Instant agreement followed,and the rest of the meal was taken slowly.She continued to squeeze his hand in a sort of new lovers way.Her eyes sparkled,and a small tear escaped out of one of her eyes.

The Man drove the car,with Charlotte in the passenger seat.As it was quite late,the roads were not crowded.He imagined that Charlotte had planned this,including a booking at the hotel.He knew it well,and sometimes put guests there.As they parked he got his own bags,as well as Charlotte’s out of the car.She held his hand,and he detected that she was shaking slightly.Into the hotel and onto a suite with a balcony,overlooking the mountains and the sea.Charlotte served drinks-coffee for him and a small glass of white wine for herself.She talked softly,and said that she had awaited this moment for some time,never doubting that it would happen.This was an ideal evening,stunning view,stunning woman and no rush.It was fortunate that he had slept on the plane.However,even a former paratrooper has lots of stamina!

As midnight struck in the nearby church tower,he picked her up,and carried her through the windows into the bedroom.At this moment he needed to gather his thoughts and provide a romantic,rather than a porn star experience,for Charlotte.He lay her on the bed,but she sprang up,in front of a mirror and started to undress.He came up behind her,whispering for her to stop.He would undress her,in front of the large mirror.He began with the long skirt,which easily fell to her feet.Slowly he unbuttoned each of the pearl buttons of her blouse.he watched her face in the mirror.Her lingerie was all white and her strappy high heels black(and from Gucci).He stroked her arse-the centre of her womanhood- and then undid her pretty bra.Her tits were large and magnificent(GG according to her)-and all her own.She stood about 5ft 10 ins,in her heels,and had a small waist and wonderfull peachy arse.She was a beauty and knew it.He then started to massage her tits,as she lent her head on his shoulder,and closed her eyes.He could smell her Chanel perfume,and it was good.He moved to her long slim neck and kissed her gently there.He moved her gently to the bed,parting her legs,as she lay on her back.Even her panties were yearning to be removed.He then began a prolonged tonguing of her body,often pausing to kiss her on her lips,and ear lobes.Lower down he concentrated on her tummy and legs,still encased in stockings.He made no move to lick her shaved cunt,but covered all other parts of her body,gently squeezing as he went,to see what muscular pressure points turned her on.Charlotte was clearly very experienced about sex,but was happy to let The Man go in his own style.He saw her squeeze her breasts,lolling on her chest,from time to time.He dived suddenly with his tongue into her cunt.This took her by surprise,and the pace of her breathing rose substantially.Her cunt was wet and tasted very sweet.He wanted to proceed romantically,surprising even himself.He now concentrated on the outer lips of her cunt,and then drawing back the hood of her clit,found the centre of her womanhood.Flicking his tonue with vigour,he licked the outside of her hood,leaving her exposed clit for a special moment.Charlotte now put her heels on his back,and he could feel her pressure for him to quicken his tongue action.A finger held her hood,exposing the clit.Ever the gentleman,he felt that he should now concentrate here.As he licked her she moaned and put a finger into her cunt,which was now dripping her juices.However he did not want her to come.He thought after some 30 minutes of licking,that he should get on with things.removing his clothes quickly,he could see the vision of loveliness lying on the bed awaiting him.He now returned to her supine body,looking at her lovely face,and entered her very easily.As he entered her,he kissed her distended nipples,and then moved to her soft lips.As he speeded his fucking,his tongue drove deep into her mouth.He could feel her reaction,and as her movements quickened,he held her long hair,tugging it with some force.A soft groan came from her,as she came strongly,bathing his prick in a sudden stream of her juices.He slowed his thrusts,but continued to fuck her now,with softer thrusts.She put her arms around his neck,this time kissing him deeply.He now relaxed on top of her,feeling the soft cushions of her large breasts,and even her flinty nipples.They relaxed together,and The Man wondered if he was falling for Charlotte,and if he could fight his feelings.

He opened the windows to the balcony and then undressed Charlotte on the bed,placing her under the duvet.Her hair was splayed over the white pillow,and her face a pool of loveliness and contentment.The Man smoked a cigarette and they talked for some time.Charlotte was keen to know what he thought of her performance in bed,and he admitted that he was very smitten,and was trying to suppress his feelings.He explained that,as a rule,he did not ‘’fuck the staff’’ as it was bad for business.They then talked about how they met,all those years ago,when Charlotte thought him insufferable-but interesting.Charlotte really appreciated what he had done for her,and told him that she had now regained her self respect.She rested her head on his chest,as they talked,and her perfume wafted over him.He felt the softness of her big breasts against his side,and the curve of her thigh,as he allowed his hand to wander down her flank.They fell asleep.

In the morning,breakfast was ordered on the balcony,and they sat down to enjoy it,in the white fluffy bathrobes,provided by the hotel.The Man noticed that Charlotte looked beautiful without makeup-something quite unusual,in his experience.They discussed how matters might progress,and he wanted her to-at least-live away from his house,rather than in her small flat in town,to prevent problems with the other women there.There were some nice apartments on the seafront,and they would look at some,and he would buy one,he said.His mind was in some turmoil over Charlotte,for sure.After a shower they both dressed,Charlotte wanting him to see her putting on her lingerie and stockings,and brushing her long hair.The Man was now dressed in his business suit,and as he sat on the balcony,Charlotte now fully dressed,came to sit on his lap.She made no secret about her feelings for him,as she pressed her tits into him,and he gazed into her grey eyes.Was this L for love,or T for trouble,he wondered?

He had been married for some time,and was now divorced.His wife and child,remained in England,living in a large house,on top of a hill,in the South West.He was still suffering from the divorce,and was not apt to treat women well,possibly as a result of his divorce experience.He rebuilt his businesses,after having to pay a very large sum to his ex,and was now doing well.It was very hard work.Majorca gave him access to daily flights all over Europe,and he could-for example-go to Rome have a meeting,and be back in the evening.the same applied to several large European cities.The airport at Palma had been modelled on the one in LA!

Charlotte and he went to see a mad German-Herman,who ran the best estate agency in the area.They viewed details of some possible properties,and arranged to look at a shortlist of 4 shortly.A quick coffee at the local café-run by 2 German ladies-and then back to his place,with Charlotte driving the Merc,looking beautifull as always.He thanked Charlotte formally,as he spied one lady looking out of an upstairs window,making a bad job of hiding behind a curtain!

He took a shower and went to his large study,reading the days press,and opening his laptop.Checking his emails,he noted one from Charlotte!! In it she wrote:

‘’Love,Love,Love-Am I lost?What can I do for a man who has every woman he wants.Tell me,Help me.Charlottexxxx’’

He decided to consider his reply carefully.he then called his contacts in Ulster,to find out what he could about Anne-Marie.His pal took less than an hour to send him a detailed ,encrypted e-mail.Once opened,there was some very interesting news.More about that later.

Being a business person,he now considered,on a notepad,if it was better to buy love(eg by marriage) or rent it(meeting a variety of girls,whom he could afford to indulge financially).He knew the true cost of his marriage,particularly having to part with 50% of his hard won assets.A quick division gave him the capital cost of the former.Adding in running costs,and incidentals gave him a ‘per month’ figure,which staggered him.Renting love was the clear best option!He excluded the Trust set up for his son’s education and welfare,as this was optional spending.On the other hand meetings with Lynn,Sally,Stacey,Anne-Marie etc,cost with gifts etc,not more than £1000.00 per event.Dividing than into his former monthly expenditure,he found that he could afford at least 10 such liasons per month!

The Man liked women over 30,as they had history,experience and plenty of problems.They should be large busted (DD and up)and have firm,peachy arses.That way,way,when they wore tight skirts ,he could see that they obeyed his underwear instructions.At this age they could be incredibly sexy-and dirty!Charlotte fell slap bang into this category-except that he did not yet know if she was dirty or not.He would have to find out.He did not kid himself that his looks were exceptional.He was tall and always dressed well.he had money and power,often something g that a certain kind of woman sought,usually after trying other types of man.However his sexual technique had been refined over many years.He worked on the basis that-if he could satisfy a woman-she would want to return the favour.A couple of them,doing each other was a regular fetish of his!

He worked on business matters for the rest of the day,had a light supper,which he made himself,and retired to bed-knackered but happy!

He woke in the morning,after a lie in,fully refreshed.He showerd,took some coffee and orange juice,and a croissant onto the balcony,and fired up his laptop.At this time Internet in Spain was neither plentifull nor reliable.However he had a VSAT terminal on the roof,connected to various wireless hubs around the property,so suffered no problems.He checked his mail and found a further mail from Ulster,about Anne-Marie.In general she seemed to have had a very chequered career,having been convicted of child cruelty by the courts there.She was therefore ‘’A Scheduled offender’’ for life,according to the mail.She had connections with some high profile people on both sides of the sectarian divide there-some of the names were familiar to him.All together a woman with an ‘interesting’ background.He filed the information in his head,for further use later.Today he and Charlotte were to view some properties,sorted out by Herman the German,the mad local estate agent.He summoned Charlotte and one of his cars.She arrived soon after,and they left,stopping at a local café for a coffee,and to buy newspapers.As always she looked fantastic.She smiled more recently,and that feauture was devastating too.As they returned from the news stand,she walked in front of him,enabling him to view her stupendous arse,in a tight red skirt-and he was not the only one looking.One of the German girls who owned the brasserie where they sat,muttered in German under her breath.As The Man was a (cunning)linguist,he knew exactly what she said,which-translated-was ‘’My God look at her-what an arse’’.An unusual remark for a lady-even German.

The couple looked at the brochures and made a plan for the visits.One property took his eyes,and he suggested that they go there last.He asked Charlotte what she was looking for,and she suggested a luxurious bolthole with garage parking,and large living spaces.She suggested light airy bedrooms,and a kitchen a level downwards.He wanted her to have a dressing room,and a walk in cupboard for her things.The first 2 properties were unremarkable-just rather expensive for what they were.The third had excellent views and was a penthouse apartment with a garden on the roof,and a private lift to the parking garage.However the apartment had not been cared for,and Herman had told him that it belonged to a divorced couple from Germany.The man had legged it back to the fatherland leaving the woman in place,as well as his upmarket car in the garage.maybe both were for sale?Apartment four was something special.The Man could tell that,as soon as he saw the sparkle in Charlotte’s eyes.Although called an apartment,it was in fact,a modern conversion of an old Spanish house,with grounds and swimming pool belonging to the property.There was a separate,self contained granny flat on the ground floor,and a separate building in the grounds,that could be turned into a 2 story office/studio.The property had it’s own water well,which worked.The kitchen was large and spacious and there were 2 living rooms,as well as a separate dining room.There was a shower room also,on the living floor.Marble floors and local design ensured that the interior was cool,evening in very hot weather.Three balconies of various depth were also very well integrated into the place.The price?? About 980000 Euros.However in true Spanish style it was negotiab le.Normally there was a cash sum given to the owned via a local solicitor,and the balance,less furniture etc,settled as the ‘’official’ purchase price,on tax was levied.’’Let’s go somewhere and discuss what you think’’ he said to Charlotte,who was clearly impressed with the property.It was also immediately available.Back to the Branson hotel then? On the way the efficient Charlotte booked a twin room,with a balcony again.The English female manager was well known to her,and spent most of her time compaining about Branson.However she ran a good hotel.A quick trip to the room,and then down to the pool.Both changed in the building provided.He was was tempted to visit the female changing area but desisted.Charlotte emerged in a black bikini.Wow!! Her long limbs and wonderouse arse,came into view first,underpinned by a pair of high cork mule shoes.As she turned those wonderous breasts came into view,hardly restrained by her top.The nipples stood proud of these wonderous globes.She kicked off her shoes and dived straight in,while he watched.he would not have been surprised,if the dive had torn off her top!They were alone in the pool.Div ing in to join her,he drove under water until he spied her legs.Surfacing beside her,he said ‘’Hello Beautifull’’.She came towards him and clasped him to her,kissing him lightly on the lips.With her other hand,she grazed his prick,which sprang instantly to life.Whilst he would happily fuck her,here and now,he wanted to wait(at least for a short while!!).Charlotte left the pool and went to change,arranging to meet The Man,in the veranda lounge.

The Man relaxed in the lounge,watching the world go by.There were several ladies lunching,who now arrived with their drinks,and sat down at a couple of tables.They were all well dressed and taling,in an animated fashion about….men.he wass the only man in the lounge and feigned the reading of The Economist.However the general line the woman were taking,was about how badly their men treated them!he wondered why they could not find a new partner here,if they wished.Probably women with secrets!

Charlotte joined him now,and that slowed the other ladies conversation.She had changed into a one piece dress,short and skin tight.He remembered buying it for her,in London,but had never seen her wear it.She wore stockings underneath,and the little studs on her suspender belt stood proud from her limbs,making the tightness of her dress accentuate them.Clearly she was wearing suspenders with at least six studs on each leg.She sat down folding her legs deurely,in full view of the ladies who lunch.calm was restored as they knew when they were beaten(or hoped to be!).They discussed the apartment,which Charlotte really liked.They agreed on a second longer view,and he suggested that Charlotte arranged this.She knew that he had to go to England again shortly,and he was keen to close the transaction before then.She now held his hand and squeezed it,to show her appreciation.She told him that she had not had a property,as a personal home,for some years,and really yearned to be a homemaker! This talk was getting The Man a little worried……

Persona

Sally F-Well known mature model in England.One of her nicknames was ‘’Auntie Jayne’’.Now lives in the West Country,near one of her married sons.

Lynne A-Famous UK pornstar.Retired now,married again.Now living in Malta.

Anne-Marie K.Famous blonde busty porn star.Always a hooker too-and a good one.Now living on the South Coast of England.married and divorced for a fourth time.Tried to break back into porn and invested in more plastic surgery-which destroyed her looks.On a downward spiral?

Caramel.Met a wealthy Frenchman on a yacht in Majorca.went to live inCorsica.Disappeared.

Caramel’s Dominatrix-Lady M.Settled in Germany.Still working in Wiesbaden,I believe.

Charlotte C-the love of my life

The Man.Still in business in UK,Europe and The Middle East.His businesses have proved their resilience in recent economic hard times.Those businesses have very little borrowing,as he battened down the hatches in December 2006,as asset values were becoming ridiculous.He still has many happy memories(or is that mammaries),and splits his time between UK and Majorca.