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It was the day of the annual accounts audit, so everyone at the Eastbourne Development Company was slightly tense and trying to make a good impression.
The team from the City accounts Barrow & Balls had turned up spot on time. There were consultants assigned to this audit. First the group leader, Edward Fawcett; a partner at the firm. He was a tall guy in his mid forties with impeccable grooming and an air of quiet self-assurance. His suit was sharp, it should well have been, it was bespoke and he probably didn’t’ get much changed out of £2,000 for it. To him this was a necessary business expense; first impressions counted in his line of work so he had very high standards which he insisted on in everything he did or had others do for him. His shirts were laundered and starched to the brightest possible white, by a lady who had once worked as a housekeeper to some old Queen or other. He always and only wore crisp white cotton shirts. His shoes were always Oxford’s and gleamed like a freshly polished mirror.
He had with him two of the graduate programme, Emily was now 26 and had been on the programme for three years. She was extremely capable, highly intelligent and well qualified, with that confident assertive personality that showed she knew that she was well bred enough to mix it with anyone she was likely to meet. The fact was she was very unlikely to meet anyone as influential as her school friends’ parents, who she had been around all her life. With this sort of background and a work ethic to match she was a true force of nature. When this was added to her beauty she was an irresistible thing. People would say things like; you could be a Professional Dominatrix to which she would respond, quite correctly “I know, but controlling men who want to be controlled is no challenge.”
She was dressed in formal business attire, a white blouse tightly hugging her pert breasts. A thin white gold chain with teardrop pendent nestled just above where the first fastening was. Over this she wore a fitted jacket and below was a thin pencil skirt and the obligatory neutral coloured tights, which shimmered whenever she crossed her legs. The look was finished off with a pair of back 4” stiletto court shoes, with beige leather soles. Not for her the brash red of Louboutin’s heels, at least not at work. She would never let something so trashy get in the way of her ambitions.
The third was a boy, well we say that. He was actually 23 and in his first year with the firm. He was not a particularly imposing kind of chap, but he was nicely built and well-groomed and new how to where a suit. Edward liked him, he had a brain when he needed it, good manners and was thorough in his work.
They were met by the Office Manager, a very attractive lady in her late thirties. She was dressed more like she was ready for a meal in a fine restaurant. In a just above knee length blue dress, cut in a V just low enough to be ever so slightly suggestive while maintaining utter decorum and professionalism. She had matched this with powder blue high heels and accessorised with a twin band pearl necklace. Everything about her was perfectly manicured. In fact Elizabeth was the embodiment of efficient professionalism. Edward would have been impressed if she had been his PA; but as she wasn’t he barely noticed her.
Elizabeth offered her hand to Edward which he accepted. “Mr. Armstrong is ready in his office for you, should we go through.” Without waiting for an answer Elizabeth turned on her heel and the three auditors followed in rank order.
Mr. Armstrong was quite in keeping with his name, a broad guy standing about 6’4” and with a chest that cant’ have been any less than 48”. His handshake was military to go with his bearing. The boy did well not to wince with the power of his crushing handshake. He was clearly a gentleman and his eyes flickered with Emily’s as he gently shook her hand. This was, of course, nothing new to Emily. If she didn’t get this attention it was a somewhat pleasant surprise. Though in this case she was happy to know she had this big man in her palm if she so needed.
Amber Stone had arranged a night out with her husband, she loved these nights and she would start getting ready at 4 o’ clock in the afternoon with a long soak in the bath, making sure that everything was trim and how it should be.
Come 6 her husband would return and have a quick shower, pop some smart casuals on and he was ready. Amber on the other hand made an art of wearing very little. The creams and the glittery body lotions took plenty of time to apply, the spray tan and the leg waxing had been done the day before. Then the hair and make-up that just had that utter fuck me quality.
As for the clothes there wasn’t much to speak of, her body was tight and she could get away with no underwear. On top if there had been anything for it to go over Amber chose a very thins satin dress, which finished mid-thing length when she was stood up and basically hip-length when she sat down. This made crossing and uncrossing her legs without showing off far too much impossible, which was the intention.
Tonight her husband was going to drive them to Lewes to get the train back into Eastbourne, it was a summers evening and parading up and done the platform in her killer heels was a total buzz. Sitting on the train was an art too, Amber would pick any man she thought it would be good to tease and tonight was no exception.
Having arrived at Eastbourne station they went to the pub opposite to have a stiffener, which seemed to be working for a lot of the guys in there as soon as Amber walked in and leaned against the bar. After the train she was in her full provocative mode. Making eye contact with every guy she could, flashing her big smile and stroking almost every part of her body.
The next port of call was the Cavendish Hotel, it was a rather nice modern hotel with great décor. It was one of Amber’s favourite hunting grounds. There was always a high class of quality clientele staying there and Amber loved teasing them more them anyone else. They ordered drinks and moved through into the elegant library.
The three auditors had returned from the offices of the Eastbourne Development Company, had changed, finished there evening meal and were now relaxing in the library, an elegant room were residents took drinks of an evening.
It didn’t take long for the two groups to catch one anothers eye. Amber started her flirtation routine and Emily responded with a cheeky little wink and a subtle twist of the head that told Amber that the boy was hers to play with. Amber came over and sat too close for the boys comfort and pressed herself up against him.
Edward made his excuses and retired from the library.
Emily purred we have a room here she we continue this upstairs, this suggestion met with no disapproval. So Emily stood up leading Mr. Stone out while Amber took the boy’s hand and led him her way. Stopping briefly to bed over and pick nothing up but this reveal her lovely pert bum to the only person left behind her, the suddenness of the stop meant the boy couldn’t stop in time and Amber felt his stiff cock pressing up against her satin clad bum.
Back in the room, Emily wasted no time in unzipping the fly of Mr. Stone, and sliding her pretty red lips around his growing cock, edging him and controlling him taking him to lovely places. Mr. Stone was more than happy with the arrangement, Emily’s technique was among the best he had felt and he had had a lot of attention in his nights out with his wife. He looked down at the amazing bodied young minx, her eyes fixed up on him, her mouth greedily devouring his cock.
Meanwhile Mrs. Stone had undressed the young boy and pulled him onto the bed, there was no need to remove any clothes as the dress was so short and its material was a sheer, sensuous satin with no bra or panties to cause any obstruction beneath. A fact that she had been intent on sharing with everyone she encountered ever since she got ready this evening, including all the people on the train, which her husband had insisted they drive to even though they lived closer to Eastbourne than this evenings starting point of Lewes. He loved to show her off, knowing that only the people he approved would be allowed to touch her. His desire in this was almost as strong as her desire to show herself off. This truth of this is that neither of them quite new how filthy the other ones mind was, they just both new that neither of their limits had yet been breached and the limits they wanted to go to now were far beyond either had imagined at the outset.
She opened her legs to fully reveal her freshly shaven cunt, she guided the boys head gently towards her warm mound, the first soft and warm touch of his tongue on her clit sent her deep within herself, the relief oozed from her. He was good, he could stay. The longer he stayed the quicker Amber realised she didn’t want just his tongue, but hold on just a little while longer, this is good, don’t stop, let this feeling stay for just awhile longer. Fuck the intensity was building. Amber didn’t want to hold it any longer, she bit her lip as her whole body tensed and let go. For a little while she was floating above everything, on another plain. She didn’t know, she wasn’t really there right now, but at this point all eyes were on her twitching body, though this is what she loved about her exhibitionist streak.
Emily looked up as the husband took his hard cock out of her mouth and gently whispered I think that boy has done a good job in warming her up for you. Let’s see you finish her off. As it happened he tended to agree with the confident young lady. He wrapped his work strong hand round his cock, it was now so big and hard it reminded him of being the boy’s age. He climbed on the bed and slid his cock straight into the oh so eager embrace of his wife, he felt her grip like Cleopatra as he thrust deep inside her waxed legs locked around his lower quarters, her back arched to capture the full power of his thrusts.
Their eyes caught each other for the first time since his cock had found its home inside of her, a love rose in side both of them. He slowed his pace, leaned in and softly kissed her lips, then whispered in her ear “I love you, I knew I made the right decision marrying you.” She reached up her long brightly nailed finger, pressed it against his lip and shhh’d him “Just fuck me, you dirty old bastard, fuck me like the tart I am”. This did it for him, if she had been getting fucked hard to start with then this was another level. Even he could feel his head starting to strain and pulse. The heat was intense.
Emily was now stood squarely behind the boy, in her heels she was marginally taller than the boy was bare footed. Her Agent Provocateur bra was pushing her breasts into his back, she slid her hands down his washboard stomach and grabbed his clean shaven cock. It was sticking out at a right angle from his body. His balls were tight and smooth all that tension had pulled them right up into his crotch. Emily wrapped her right hand over his shoulder and onto his well developed chest, she found his nipple and traced around and over it several times with her index finger. She whispered in his ear “You did well tonight baby, very well, I have taught you well, just remember how much I have taught you about giving females pleasure, just remember what a selfish little cunt you used to be before I made you a project.” “Yes Miss Emily” he replied “You have made me into a real man, not that selfish little prick I was when I joined the programme.” Emily was very conscious of how tight the boy’s balls were getting, she knew he was close to the edge. Her breath was hot against his ear her breathing was low and shallow, she took his right ear lobe between her two front teeth and bit firmly enough to hurt him but not hard enough to draw blood. Nodding her head towards the couple Emily breathed “Such a shame you are never going to get to do that, well definitely not with me. Maybe I will let you fuck someone else one day, I haven’t decided yet. “Right; that was fun, we better get you back in your cage” and with this she grabbed his shoulder and turned him round 180 degrees, and marched him off to the en suite shower, crisply shutting the door behind them. She turned the temperature all the way down and the shower up to full “In” she commanded brusquely, her demeanour had changed, she now look stern with her lips pursed and her high heeled stockinged legs wide apart like a Drill Sargent. So had the boy’s, he twisted and turned to avoid the freezing cold jets that were contorting his body but it was no good the icy cold seemed to drain all the blood from his body. The command “Out” came just in time. He walked into the towel that Emily was holding up for him. Emily’s demeanour had changed once again, she was now much softer and more nurturing, she patted him down paying special attention to his balls “There, there, poor little thing” she reached over and grabbed the gleaming wire contraption, she opened it up and eased it round his cock and balls, snapping the padlock into place, and placing the key back on her keyring, along with the key to her lovely new little Mercedes sports car, the key to her trendy Brick Lane apartment and the keys to the office archive room. She loved to leave them on display, all four gave her power and control in subtly different ways.
While on the bed the husband had reached his end and Mrs. Stone had almost screamed the hotel down in pleasure, as Emily opened the door of the en suite, she smiled broadly very satisfied with her evening. The couple collapsed on the bed and rested in the after-glow. Emily came over, leaving the boy in his space, on the floor in the en suite, and perched on the edge of the bed. “That was fun” she purred and the couple smiled in agreement.
The husband dressed and Amber straightened what there was of her outfit. The three of them returned to the reception and Emily smiled at the receptionist and asked her to book this lovely couple a taxi. Emily hugged Amber and her husband and thanked them for a wonderful evening, the couple returned the compliments saying it would be one that lived long in their memories. As the couple left Emily returned to the hotel bar. Where she found her boss sat contentedly looking out to sea. She put her hand on his knee and said “What have you been up to Edward.” Edward smiled; took a sip from his Gin ‘n’ T
onic and replied “What a pleasant evening it is Emily, you are doing very well, you will go a long way if you keep learning at this rate.”
The team from the City accounts Barrow & Balls had turned up spot on time. There were consultants assigned to this audit. First the group leader, Edward Fawcett; a partner at the firm. He was a tall guy in his mid forties with impeccable grooming and an air of quiet self-assurance. His suit was sharp, it should well have been, it was bespoke and he probably didn’t’ get much changed out of £2,000 for it. To him this was a necessary business expense; first impressions counted in his line of work so he had very high standards which he insisted on in everything he did or had others do for him. His shirts were laundered and starched to the brightest possible white, by a lady who had once worked as a housekeeper to some old Queen or other. He always and only wore crisp white cotton shirts. His shoes were always Oxford’s and gleamed like a freshly polished mirror.
He had with him two of the graduate programme, Emily was now 26 and had been on the programme for three years. She was extremely capable, highly intelligent and well qualified, with that confident assertive personality that showed she knew that she was well bred enough to mix it with anyone she was likely to meet. The fact was she was very unlikely to meet anyone as influential as her school friends’ parents, who she had been around all her life. With this sort of background and a work ethic to match she was a true force of nature. When this was added to her beauty she was an irresistible thing. People would say things like; you could be a Professional Dominatrix to which she would respond, quite correctly “I know, but controlling men who want to be controlled is no challenge.”
She was dressed in formal business attire, a white blouse tightly hugging her pert breasts. A thin white gold chain with teardrop pendent nestled just above where the first fastening was. Over this she wore a fitted jacket and below was a thin pencil skirt and the obligatory neutral coloured tights, which shimmered whenever she crossed her legs. The look was finished off with a pair of back 4” stiletto court shoes, with beige leather soles. Not for her the brash red of Louboutin’s heels, at least not at work. She would never let something so trashy get in the way of her ambitions.
The third was a boy, well we say that. He was actually 23 and in his first year with the firm. He was not a particularly imposing kind of chap, but he was nicely built and well-groomed and new how to where a suit. Edward liked him, he had a brain when he needed it, good manners and was thorough in his work.
They were met by the Office Manager, a very attractive lady in her late thirties. She was dressed more like she was ready for a meal in a fine restaurant. In a just above knee length blue dress, cut in a V just low enough to be ever so slightly suggestive while maintaining utter decorum and professionalism. She had matched this with powder blue high heels and accessorised with a twin band pearl necklace. Everything about her was perfectly manicured. In fact Elizabeth was the embodiment of efficient professionalism. Edward would have been impressed if she had been his PA; but as she wasn’t he barely noticed her.
Elizabeth offered her hand to Edward which he accepted. “Mr. Armstrong is ready in his office for you, should we go through.” Without waiting for an answer Elizabeth turned on her heel and the three auditors followed in rank order.
Mr. Armstrong was quite in keeping with his name, a broad guy standing about 6’4” and with a chest that cant’ have been any less than 48”. His handshake was military to go with his bearing. The boy did well not to wince with the power of his crushing handshake. He was clearly a gentleman and his eyes flickered with Emily’s as he gently shook her hand. This was, of course, nothing new to Emily. If she didn’t get this attention it was a somewhat pleasant surprise. Though in this case she was happy to know she had this big man in her palm if she so needed.
Amber Stone had arranged a night out with her husband, she loved these nights and she would start getting ready at 4 o’ clock in the afternoon with a long soak in the bath, making sure that everything was trim and how it should be.
Come 6 her husband would return and have a quick shower, pop some smart casuals on and he was ready. Amber on the other hand made an art of wearing very little. The creams and the glittery body lotions took plenty of time to apply, the spray tan and the leg waxing had been done the day before. Then the hair and make-up that just had that utter fuck me quality.
As for the clothes there wasn’t much to speak of, her body was tight and she could get away with no underwear. On top if there had been anything for it to go over Amber chose a very thins satin dress, which finished mid-thing length when she was stood up and basically hip-length when she sat down. This made crossing and uncrossing her legs without showing off far too much impossible, which was the intention.
Tonight her husband was going to drive them to Lewes to get the train back into Eastbourne, it was a summers evening and parading up and done the platform in her killer heels was a total buzz. Sitting on the train was an art too, Amber would pick any man she thought it would be good to tease and tonight was no exception.
Having arrived at Eastbourne station they went to the pub opposite to have a stiffener, which seemed to be working for a lot of the guys in there as soon as Amber walked in and leaned against the bar. After the train she was in her full provocative mode. Making eye contact with every guy she could, flashing her big smile and stroking almost every part of her body.
The next port of call was the Cavendish Hotel, it was a rather nice modern hotel with great décor. It was one of Amber’s favourite hunting grounds. There was always a high class of quality clientele staying there and Amber loved teasing them more them anyone else. They ordered drinks and moved through into the elegant library.
The three auditors had returned from the offices of the Eastbourne Development Company, had changed, finished there evening meal and were now relaxing in the library, an elegant room were residents took drinks of an evening.
It didn’t take long for the two groups to catch one anothers eye. Amber started her flirtation routine and Emily responded with a cheeky little wink and a subtle twist of the head that told Amber that the boy was hers to play with. Amber came over and sat too close for the boys comfort and pressed herself up against him.
Edward made his excuses and retired from the library.
Emily purred we have a room here she we continue this upstairs, this suggestion met with no disapproval. So Emily stood up leading Mr. Stone out while Amber took the boy’s hand and led him her way. Stopping briefly to bed over and pick nothing up but this reveal her lovely pert bum to the only person left behind her, the suddenness of the stop meant the boy couldn’t stop in time and Amber felt his stiff cock pressing up against her satin clad bum.
Back in the room, Emily wasted no time in unzipping the fly of Mr. Stone, and sliding her pretty red lips around his growing cock, edging him and controlling him taking him to lovely places. Mr. Stone was more than happy with the arrangement, Emily’s technique was among the best he had felt and he had had a lot of attention in his nights out with his wife. He looked down at the amazing bodied young minx, her eyes fixed up on him, her mouth greedily devouring his cock.
Meanwhile Mrs. Stone had undressed the young boy and pulled him onto the bed, there was no need to remove any clothes as the dress was so short and its material was a sheer, sensuous satin with no bra or panties to cause any obstruction beneath. A fact that she had been intent on sharing with everyone she encountered ever since she got ready this evening, including all the people on the train, which her husband had insisted they drive to even though they lived closer to Eastbourne than this evenings starting point of Lewes. He loved to show her off, knowing that only the people he approved would be allowed to touch her. His desire in this was almost as strong as her desire to show herself off. This truth of this is that neither of them quite new how filthy the other ones mind was, they just both new that neither of their limits had yet been breached and the limits they wanted to go to now were far beyond either had imagined at the outset.
She opened her legs to fully reveal her freshly shaven cunt, she guided the boys head gently towards her warm mound, the first soft and warm touch of his tongue on her clit sent her deep within herself, the relief oozed from her. He was good, he could stay. The longer he stayed the quicker Amber realised she didn’t want just his tongue, but hold on just a little while longer, this is good, don’t stop, let this feeling stay for just awhile longer. Fuck the intensity was building. Amber didn’t want to hold it any longer, she bit her lip as her whole body tensed and let go. For a little while she was floating above everything, on another plain. She didn’t know, she wasn’t really there right now, but at this point all eyes were on her twitching body, though this is what she loved about her exhibitionist streak.
Emily looked up as the husband took his hard cock out of her mouth and gently whispered I think that boy has done a good job in warming her up for you. Let’s see you finish her off. As it happened he tended to agree with the confident young lady. He wrapped his work strong hand round his cock, it was now so big and hard it reminded him of being the boy’s age. He climbed on the bed and slid his cock straight into the oh so eager embrace of his wife, he felt her grip like Cleopatra as he thrust deep inside her waxed legs locked around his lower quarters, her back arched to capture the full power of his thrusts.
Their eyes caught each other for the first time since his cock had found its home inside of her, a love rose in side both of them. He slowed his pace, leaned in and softly kissed her lips, then whispered in her ear “I love you, I knew I made the right decision marrying you.” She reached up her long brightly nailed finger, pressed it against his lip and shhh’d him “Just fuck me, you dirty old bastard, fuck me like the tart I am”. This did it for him, if she had been getting fucked hard to start with then this was another level. Even he could feel his head starting to strain and pulse. The heat was intense.
Emily was now stood squarely behind the boy, in her heels she was marginally taller than the boy was bare footed. Her Agent Provocateur bra was pushing her breasts into his back, she slid her hands down his washboard stomach and grabbed his clean shaven cock. It was sticking out at a right angle from his body. His balls were tight and smooth all that tension had pulled them right up into his crotch. Emily wrapped her right hand over his shoulder and onto his well developed chest, she found his nipple and traced around and over it several times with her index finger. She whispered in his ear “You did well tonight baby, very well, I have taught you well, just remember how much I have taught you about giving females pleasure, just remember what a selfish little cunt you used to be before I made you a project.” “Yes Miss Emily” he replied “You have made me into a real man, not that selfish little prick I was when I joined the programme.” Emily was very conscious of how tight the boy’s balls were getting, she knew he was close to the edge. Her breath was hot against his ear her breathing was low and shallow, she took his right ear lobe between her two front teeth and bit firmly enough to hurt him but not hard enough to draw blood. Nodding her head towards the couple Emily breathed “Such a shame you are never going to get to do that, well definitely not with me. Maybe I will let you fuck someone else one day, I haven’t decided yet. “Right; that was fun, we better get you back in your cage” and with this she grabbed his shoulder and turned him round 180 degrees, and marched him off to the en suite shower, crisply shutting the door behind them. She turned the temperature all the way down and the shower up to full “In” she commanded brusquely, her demeanour had changed, she now look stern with her lips pursed and her high heeled stockinged legs wide apart like a Drill Sargent. So had the boy’s, he twisted and turned to avoid the freezing cold jets that were contorting his body but it was no good the icy cold seemed to drain all the blood from his body. The command “Out” came just in time. He walked into the towel that Emily was holding up for him. Emily’s demeanour had changed once again, she was now much softer and more nurturing, she patted him down paying special attention to his balls “There, there, poor little thing” she reached over and grabbed the gleaming wire contraption, she opened it up and eased it round his cock and balls, snapping the padlock into place, and placing the key back on her keyring, along with the key to her lovely new little Mercedes sports car, the key to her trendy Brick Lane apartment and the keys to the office archive room. She loved to leave them on display, all four gave her power and control in subtly different ways.
While on the bed the husband had reached his end and Mrs. Stone had almost screamed the hotel down in pleasure, as Emily opened the door of the en suite, she smiled broadly very satisfied with her evening. The couple collapsed on the bed and rested in the after-glow. Emily came over, leaving the boy in his space, on the floor in the en suite, and perched on the edge of the bed. “That was fun” she purred and the couple smiled in agreement.
The husband dressed and Amber straightened what there was of her outfit. The three of them returned to the reception and Emily smiled at the receptionist and asked her to book this lovely couple a taxi. Emily hugged Amber and her husband and thanked them for a wonderful evening, the couple returned the compliments saying it would be one that lived long in their memories. As the couple left Emily returned to the hotel bar. Where she found her boss sat contentedly looking out to sea. She put her hand on his knee and said “What have you been up to Edward.” Edward smiled; took a sip from his Gin ‘n’ T
onic and replied “What a pleasant evening it is Emily, you are doing very well, you will go a long way if you keep learning at this rate.”
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