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I met Denny through work. He was one of those very, very rare clients whose business wasn't halfway down the S bend when he approached us. His business was doing fine. It was doing incredibly well.
He hired us to review every aspect of his current operation, to identify strengths, weaknesses, opportunities and threats and to review his plans for future expansion.
It was a very smart move and I was very impressed right from the start.
He was an average looking guy, not bad looking but not handsome, about my height, slim, in good shape but not super fit or muscular. A nice average guy.
He was ambitious, enthusiastic, driven and hard working like most of our clients were but what made him different to me was that he seemed to lack the psychopathic ruthlessness of most of them and he was a lot more intelligent and thoughtful.
He had built a very successful business importing fabric from Pakistan, cutting it up, hemming it up, packing it up and turning it into bed sheets. Very high quality bed sheets that he sold through specialist bedding and home furnishing retailers.
His approach was very clever. If you imported ready made bed sheets from Pakistan, or anywhere, to a price, which is what everyone did, the suppliers invariably tried to cheat on the quality and it was difficult to quality check when they came sealed in retail packaging.
You may get anything between 20 and 50% of the bed sheets below standard and the only way to check was to open every single packet. You could do random checks but that pretty hit and miss.
Denny could check a huge roll of fabric and be certain it was up to standard and of course, every sheet made from that roll of fabric would be up to standard.
And he could brand them as Made in Australia. This allowed him to differentiate his product and to charge a premium for it. He also packed them in very classy boxes that further differentiated his sheets from his high end competitors. Beautiful boxes with a miniature sheet with a foam rubber backing glued to the outside of the box. It was brilliant packaging and allowed you to feel the sheet without opening the box while avoiding having random fingers touching the actual sheet.
His sheets were superb. I had never seen or felt sheets like them. I wasn't even aware that such high quality sheets existed and thought all sheets were pretty much the same.
The first time I lay on his sheets naked I felt the difference immediately. I rolled around in and on those sheets in a state of almost orgasmic bliss.
Denny hadn't even noticed me at our initial and subsequent meetings but I got his attention when I arrived at his factory unannounced and asked if he could show me around. I needed to do this whenever we did a comprehensive review like this. I needed to understand exactly what the business did and how it all worked. It helped me to understand what the other team members were thinking with their own areas of expertise and the financial implications and direct implications of their recommendations.
My visit really impressed him as did my final recommendations. He had noticed me.
A few days after we had finished our work Denny sent me a box of sheets, the dark maroon ones I had told him were my favourite and an invitation to dinner that Saturday night.
I was shocked, dumbfounded, delighted and excited. And terrified. Denny was way out of my league and at first I thought it was a mistake or a joke. If it wasn't I knew I would fuck it up on the first date like I always did.
But that night I put his sheets on my bed, rolled around naked on them, humped a pillow with his pillow case on it and masturbated myself into a frenzy imagining Denny fucking my brains out on his sheets.
That gave me the courage to accept his invitation the next day. Except I wasn't game to call him. So I sent him a handwritten note accepting his invitation. Well, he'd sent me a written invitation so I thought it was appropriate.
I don't get asked out on dates like this often. I just don’t get asked out. I meet men at places like Clancy's where I know men are looking for a woman, or a fuck. I don't even get many invitations there. And I never get asked out by men like Denny.
So I was in meltdown all week and by Friday I was freaking out and ready to cancel. I knew it was going to be a disaster anyway and my biggest problem was how to get out of it now.
I decided on the 'Dead Grandma' excuse, one of Kelly's favourites. You could get out of anything with that excuse. I paced up and down in my office for two hours before I could work up the courage to call him to cancel.
But as soon as I heard his voice I changed my mind and in a blind panic I said.
"Could we go to Toni's instead on Saturday night?"
He was a bit surprised but he sounded amused at my panicky tone.
"We can go wherever you like."
I was SO relieved. I felt comfortable at Toni's and now I knew what to wear. My uniform. Toni's was the restaurant near the Uni I used to always go to for his lunch specials. It was a relaxed, typically Italian family restaurant and the own, Toni, adored me for reasons I never figured out.
He saw me eating lunch one day, sitting on my own, and mistook my hunger for appreciation of his cooking. He came and sat with me and somehow he took real liking to me. My lunch turned into a feast after that and I kept going there for years.
That first date went surprisingly, unbelievably well. I felt comfortable at Toni's, I felt comfortable in my uniform (Boots, jeans. Blouse and jacket) even though Denny seemed a bit taken aback at how I was dressed for a dinner date.
I came away from that date thinking Denny was a really nice guy. He was. One of the nicest guys I have ever known. Obviously far too nice for me though.
He invited me out the following Friday night and Saturday night, then he invited me to dinner at his place the following Wednesday night. He was the perfect gentleman but he hadn’t even tried to kiss me goodnight until that night we had dinner at his place.
So, we had dinner every Friday and Saturday night out and at his place every Wednesday night for six weeks before he tried to fuck me and when he did we suddenly moved from just kissing to fucking.
It was Wednesday night at his place and he took complete control which is probably why it all went so smoothly. I just went with the flow.
We kissed on the couch and I think we both knew it was time. He licked me up and carried me into his bedroom. He undressed me slowly while I stood there trembling. Then he slowly undressed and when we were both naked, he gently pushed me back onto his bed, onto his beautiful sheets and he went down on me until I came.
It was strange. There was some passion there but it seemed such a low key, controlled kind of passion that I had never felt before. My orgasm had been intense but restrained.
He seemed surprised when I came and I was kind of surprised he even noticed because my orgasm was so restrained, compared to normal for me.
He got on top of me, carefully, smoothly, slid his cock into me slowly and gently and he made love to me. He didn't fuck me, he made love to me and I think it was the first time a man had ever made love to me.
It was a new and completely different experience for me. I kind of liked it. He didn't thrust his cock into me, he slid it into me, slid it in and our smoothly, methodically, rhythmically, slowly and gently as if he were afraid of hurting me.
He kissed my mouth, my neck and my throat while he made love to me and he sped up just before he came. He came with a little sigh and that was that.
It was so nice. Just like Denny. He was so nice.
This whole thing with Denny was a new experience for me. My first REALLY NICE guy. I felt like I had been sucked into a Mills and boon romance. I was all kind of unreal but I loved it.
Our lovemaking never varied. He would always go down on me first, always seem surprised when I came, then he'd make love to me missionary. Then he'd hold me till we fell asleep.
A few times I tried to suck his cock but it was very obvious he didn't like it. That surprised me and confused me a bit but I was just so caught up in the ROMANCE of it all.
I had never been romanced before. I had never had a man treat me like this. Like I was special. Important. He was like the Perfect Boyfriend.
I had never had a man make love to me before. They had all just fucked me. Stuck their cocks in my mouth, stuck their cocks in my cunt and fucked me. It had always been frenetic, rushed, exciting and physical.
This was all so fucking different.
Denny was so different.
I let Denny set the pace and the agenda and went along with everything his way. I was happy and really enjoying having a boyfriend and a really nice boyfriend at that. I didn't feel any kind of passion or excitement but I was very, very happy.
We never fooled around outside the bedroom and Denny never made any kind of sexual approach unless we were in the bedroom. All we did outside the bedroom was kiss and in a restrained kind of way.
One night I got up on my hands and knees thinking a doggy fuck would be nice but he looked at me strangely and said.
"That's not how you make love."
He seemed amused more than anything but that should have rang warning bells for me.
After about four weeks of this lovely, languid love making Denny was on top of me as usual, making love to me as usual, kissing me as usual, when for some reason I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly and began to thrust my hips.
He responded immediately by fucking me harder and when he did that I slapped both hands down hard on his ass, grabbed his ass cheeks and began to pull him into me hard and to thrust my hips even harder.
"Oh God, yes." I practically screamed out. "Fuck me harder, fucking ram it into me, fuck my cunt, fuck me like a …."
He froze. I froze. His cock froze inside me. He looked down at me with a look of horror and disgust all over his face.
Uh oh. What did I just do?
He got off me, got off the bed, put his boxers on and sat on the bed looking down at me.
Accusingly. Disappointedly. Disgustedly.
I was horrified, embarrassed and mortified by his reaction. I had no idea what to say or do. I just lay there. As I have often done, I thought now would be the ideal time for the world to end.
"Vicky, I really don't like that kind of slutty behaviour."
He said it calmly, like a School Principal talking to a naughty c***d but there was no mistaking the disgust in his voice.
"I'm sorry." I said in a small, pathetic voice.
"It's no good being sorry. I didn't think you were like that."
"Like what?"
"So… slutty."
The Craziness came over me. Instantly. Like a switch had been thrown.
"Was it something I said?" I asked sweetly with a hard edge to my voice that he didn't seem to notice.
Oh, The Craziness really had me in it's grip.
"The way you were moving your body and yes, those disgusting things you said…"
"Well, I'm glad I didn't say 'fuck me up the ass' then." I said in that same sweet, hard voice.
"What?" He said incredulously.
"Get out." I snapped angrily.
"What?"
"Get out. Get the fuck out."
I was up on my knees and I was furious, totally out of control. He saw the madness in my eyes and left the room. I got dressed with clumsy hands, shaking violently with rage.
I wanted to trash his bedroom, rip his precious fucking sheets to shreds and piss on his bed.
I gave him an angry, withering look on my way out but I never spoke and neither did he.
When I got home that night I ripped his sheets off my bed and stuffed them in the wheelie bin.
I never heard from him again.
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