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I opened my eyes and looked at the travel clock beside the bed, it was nine o’clock and it was a new day, a great new day, the first day of the rest of my life!
Ringing down to room service I asked for breakfast to be sent up and went in the shower while I was waiting, like everything else in the hotel, the shower was perfect, as were the big fluffy towels and the lovely white bath robe I wrapped myself in afterwards.
It was a lovely summer day so I sat out on the balcony eating my breakfast and watching London getting under way beneath me.
My appointment at the lottery office was at ten thirty so I had plenty of time to eat before getting myself ready and I used it well, I’d bought myself a new outfit the previous day, everything from shoes to underwear as well as a whole lot of new and expensive makeup, just for the sheer wickedness of it.
I dried my hair, put on my new stockings and then sat doing my make up naked except for the stockings, it probably sounds silly to you but after being married to a control freak for five years, believe me, it was heaven!
By ten o’clock I’d finished my hair and makeup and by ten past I had on my new black business suit with my new black heels, underneath as well as the stockings, I had on a wispy little suspender belt and a tiny white thong, I looked good and more importantly, I felt good.
At exactly half past ten I announced myself to the receptionist at the office and less than a minute later I was ushered into the office of the person who was about to hand me a cheque for just over six million pounds!
They’d done everything I’d asked for, I had credit cards, debit cards, cheque books and twenty thousand in cash, they’d also transferred half a million into my soon to be ex-husband’s account as I’d asked, not that he’d settle for that once he found out how much I’d won.
Then I went into a travel agents, just to pick up a few leaflets before ringing Ken, my boss as well as my lover.
“How’s my favourite millionaire this morning?”
“I’m feeling great thanks, can we do dinner?”
“Yeah, I’d love to, where?”
“My hotel if you can take the afternoon off.”
“A repeat performance?”
“Definitely.”
“OK, see you at about one o’clock.”
“Ken?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“And I love you too my sexy little millionaire.”
It was six months previously when we first had sex after a party at his home to celebrate landing a very large contract, it was in the early hours of the morning and we were the last ones there, very drunk of course, there was soft music playing and Ken asked me to dance, my hubby was still drinking as usual and agreed that I should dance with our host.
“Yeah baby,” he slurred, “Show him how sexy you are.”
“I already know how sexy you are,” Ken said softly as he took me into his arms and we began moving in time to the slow, sexy music.
It would have been easy to forget that my husband was there, Ken was a very big man, six feet five inches tall and built like a tank, but he was incredibly light on his feet and held me as if I were made of china.
“I won’t break you know,” I told him and his response was to hold me tighter.
“I don’t want to appear pushy.” he said, but my response was to drape both arms around his neck and touch my lips lightly to his.
“You can push me anytime Ken,” I whispered, “As hard as you like.”
He kissed me then, gently at first, but when I responded his kiss became stronger, more demanding and I felt his hardness against my stomach.
“Your husband’s asleep, ” he said and I felt his hands move down my back onto my buttocks.
“Yes,” I said softly and then moved my lips up to his ear, “Show me your bedroom.”
With one look at my drunken husband, we walked upstairs together, my hand in his and my heart pounding, once in his room he kissed me again and I felt the zip fastener of my dress being unfastened behind my neck.
“Are you sure Kate?” he whispered as he eased it off my shoulders,
“Very” and I moved my arms allowing my dress to slither to the floor.
“Oh my God Katie,” he sighed as he looked at me in my new undies, “You’re gorgeous.”
He took off his own clothes as I stripped off my bra and panties and I gasped as I saw his penis standing to attention like a soldier, ramrod stiff and upright.
“That’s beautiful.” my voice sounded far away somehow as he pushed me gently down onto the bed, my legs opened almost without thinking and I drew him to me, there was no foreplay, we didn’t need it, he slid straight into me accompanied only by a soft moan of pleasure from my throat.
“You’re doing it Ken,” I breathed into his mouth, “You’re inside me, fucking me.”
“Katie,” he sighed, “Oh yes Katie, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”
I could hardly speak as he began moving slowly, fucking me with long, deep strokes, I wrapped my legs around his back and crossed my ankles.
“Ooh yes Ken, fuck m, darling, fuck me.”
He was using his hands to prop himself up, but I wanted his whole weight on me, I wanted to feel every inch of his body on mine.
His mouth found mine again and I thrilled to him as I tasted his tongue, I pushed myself up to meet his thrusts and whimpered with every one, he bent his neck and took a nipple into his mouth.
I tried to stifle a yelp as he nibbled at it but I held his head in place before he moved onto my other nipple, I felt his big hands on my bottom, cupping my cheeks and holding them as he shagged me.
I’d never imagined having a cock like his inside me, my pussy muscles gripped it tightly, almost jealously, I squealed as a finger ran over my tiny rear hole before entering gently, that little act sent me over the edge into an orgasm.
“Ken I’m cumming.”
It seemed to spur him on, his thrusts became harder and deeper, I felt his balls against my backside and I surrendered myself to enjoying the waves of sheer pleasure that threatened to engulf me.
Suddenly he moved quickly, his hands slipped under me and cupped my buttocks, his cock seemed to get even bigger and he growled, a deep rumbling sound from his throat and I felt his cock spurting. I went straight from one orgasm to another as his seed filled me.
I heard someone squealing and realised it was me, gradually we both slowed down until we stopped altogether and lay panting but still joined.
“Oh wow.” I said and he grinned, “Yeah, oh wow.”
“You made me cum twice.”
“Should I apologise?”
“God no, but you should have done it long ago.”
“I wanted to.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“You might have said I was harassing you.”
“You can harass me anytime you like.” I laughed and he thought about it for a moment.
“Glenda’s leaving, she just told me she’s pregnant.”
“Glenda, your secretary?”
“Yes, I’ll need a new girl.”
“Got anyone in mind?”
“Well whoever she is, she’ll have to be a good timekeeper.”
“Yes.”
“She’ll have to be very pretty.”
“Yes” he eased himself up then and I felt his cock beginning to move again.
“She’ll have to be prepared to travel.”
“Yes.” I grinned.
“She’ll have to be very sexy.”
“Chauvinistic bastard.” I laughed and drew him down for another kiss.
“And she’ll have to be prepared to share my bed.”
“That’s definitely harassment,” I said and wrapped my legs around his back again.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “Let’s add sexual assault to that shall we?”
It was four o’clock in the morning when I finally woke my husband up and managed to shovel him into a taxi and it was after five before I managed to get to sleep, my mind full of Ken and what we’d done.
I didn’t have any regrets, of course, in fact, I cursed myself for not doing it before, so I slept well, the sleep of a well satisfied lady!
I awoke again at just after midday to find Ron (my husband) in a foul mood.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, he spun round to face me and looked at me like I was something off the sole of his shoe.
“You had sex with him didn’t you?”
“So what if I did?”
“You’re just a fucking slut.”
“Hey, buster.” I rounded on him, “You’re the one who’s always been on to me to have sex with another man, remember?”
“Yes, but the deal was that I watched.”
“Well as it happens, I thought you were awake when we started, it was only when we went upstairs that I saw you’d fallen asleep in a drunken stupor.”
“I was tired.”
“You were drunk.”
“That still doesn’t make it right does it?”
“Ron, you don’t understand, I don’t need to make it right, I made love with Ken because I wanted to, I wanted him then and I still bloody want him, he snaps his fingers and I’d go just like that, he’s more of a man than you ever could be.”
They were nasty things I said that morning, but I meant them, I still do now, Ron just stood up and got into his coat.
“I’m going to the pub.”
When he came back I’d taken most of my clothes, a few bits and pieces and I’d got myself into a small hotel in town where I stayed for a week, I got myself a new phone and only Ken had my number.
He asked me to move in with him, but I refused, that would have made it too easy for Ron to get hold of me, he tried of course, but the security men at the factory were given strict instructions not to admit him under any circumstances and after a week or two he gave up trying.
I found a lovely little flat in town which became my bolt hole, I paid to have it redecorated and I loved going home to it after work, Ron had no idea where it was, so I was able to sit on the balcony at night and enjoy a drink.
Ken visited three or four times a week and usually stayed over, I was falling in love with him and looking forward to when Ron divorced me so I could marry Ken.
I did things with Ken that I’d never even heard of before, I hired different outfits to wear for him, I was a schoolgirl, a nurse, a policewoman and once I even hired a nun’s habit and met him sitting on the stairs splay legged with a huge black crucifix in my pussy!
My husband had never cared for oral sex, but Ken showed me how mind blowing it could be, I was a willing pupil, his cock not only looked nice, it tasted nice too and he woke up many mornings to discover his wet dream had been caused by me sucking on his shaft.
He often returned the favour which I loved too, I still can’t think of many nicer things than waking up with his mouth on my soaking pussy.
I’d tried anal sex with Ron but it had never worked, it worked all right with Ken though and I loved it, in fact, I often initiated it, I loved nothing better than feeling his huge, thick cock slide up into my rectum, it always gave me multiple orgasms.
He had a villa just outside San -Tropez and he took me there for two weeks in summer, I was amazed at how free and easy people were when on holiday in a place like that, naked sunbathing on the beaches was the norm.
I saw men kissing men, girls kissing girls and the clubs, well, several of them featured live sex on stage between beautiful young people who obviously enjoyed what they were doing.
We watched two girls making love one night on stage and actually saw them dancing later on, dancing and kissing, they were lovers in real life and for some reason, that really turned me on. Ken said later on that I’d been like a tiger in bed that night and I confessed that I’d often thought about making love to a beautiful woman.
“I’ll remember you said that,” he said enigmatically.
That holiday brought the real me to the surface, I realised that I loved being naked in public, being looked at and admired by men and women turned me on. I loved going out at night wearing just a dress and shoes, no bra and no panties, I’d shaved off all my pubic hair, or rather Ken had shaved it off and if a slight sea breeze lifted my dress up around my hips I was almost orgasmic.
There were beach parties almost every night that always seemed to include naked limbo dancing, I became quite good at it although not quite good enough to win, it was all very free and easy and Ken loved my approach to the lifestyle.
Two girls came back to the villa with us one night and all four of us had sex with each other, they stayed with us for three days and described me as a natural pussy eater!
When we returned to the U.K. I discovered that Ron had started divorce proceedings citing my adultery with Ken which was fine with both of us. He’d sold the house and had deposited half the money in my account and as Ken had made me a director of his company I was then earning more than three times my previous salary. Ken and I put in an offer for my flat which was accepted, as well as being a very successful haulage and storage company, we were now moving into property.
It was a Sunday morning when I was lying in bed with Ken and browsing the Sunday papers when I saw the results of the previous night's lottery. I’d had the same six numbers ever since I started doing the lottery and there they were staring me in the face.
I let out such a scream and jumped out of bed, Ken thought it was the end of the world, or that I’d gone mad.
“I’ve won, yes, yes, oh fucking hell yes, I’ve won.”
“While you’re up, will you make a cup of tea darling?” he said laconically.
Ignoring him completely, I ran for my laptop and powered it up back in bed before shoving it onto his lap.
“Here, read out my lottery entry numbers,” I ordered while I picked up the paper again.
He read them out slowly and looked at me curiously. “Well does it say how many winners there are?”
I replied in a dream, “Just one.”
“Just one?”
“Just one,” I repeated, “Ken darling, I think I’ve just become a millionaire.”
It took a while to sink in, I’d never been particularly hard up, but suddenly I was rich, not just rich but a multi-millionaire. Ken was far calmer than me and suggested I took a couple of weeks off to sort things out.
“I’ll get a temp in,” he said to which I agreed.
“But any trips away mister and it’s me who goes with you, okay?”
“Yes ma’am,” he laughed and pushed me down he began kissing my stomach!
“Do you happen to know any millionaires who enjoy having their pussy licked?”
“I’ll let you know after I’ve thought about it,” I laughed and opened my legs.
Much later that day I left Ken’s house and booked myself into one of London’s top hotels, the lottery company asked if I’d changed my mind about preserving my anonymity as they liked the publicity, I hadn’t and insisted that I remained anonymous, they took it well and sent an agent round that evening to talk to me about suddenly coming into a lot of money.
We sat in a private booth in one of the hotel’s many bars and I assured her that I wasn’t going to splash out on a Ferrari or a Rolls Royce. I told her about my job and that I was used to being reasonably well off and she left well satisfied with my ability to handle it.
The teller at my bank only blinked twice when I deposited the cheque and she smiled, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” I returned her smile and then walked out into the bright sunlit afternoon and to my new life.
Angelica
- 02.10.2022
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