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6.THE PA. Pt A free porn video
6.THE PA. pt A
She sat mouth agape, she knew the offer was genuine and that he was not in any way k**ding, she had never had such an outrageous offer before in her whole 36 years.
He sat coolly regarding her with grey unmoving eyes, a millionaire a few times over Ted Longfellow [Sir Edward Longfellow of Trentham to give him his correct title] he knew that the offer he had made was one that would upset a lot of the applicants, in fact the last had flounced out in disgust, the one before had cried and the one before that had smacked his face! This one was the fourth today and he was well aware the other three had wanted his money and not a lot more, this one the blond, was different. Yes her mouth was open, but she had stayed rooted to the seat and she was obviously considering his offer.
Her name was Sarah Margaret Shmit known as Maggie, she stood 5ft 6inches tall, a 32b chest a32 waist and 33 hips, not curvy but a handsome woman by any standards, pretty of face, with a soft womanly face, a gentle smile and a way of talking that was beguiling.
He had liked her from the start, and she had answered all his questions without hesitation or a trace of shame, “yes she had been married, No there was no one now, yes she was a capable office manager, and was good with money, working with a team” and so on and so on.
The question that had thrown the spanner in the other girl`s works had been, “would you enjoy pain and would you be against being used by me or anyone I designated both sexually and severely?”
Up till then he had not mentioned salary, duties or any other details in the hope of finding a really genuine PA.
Her answer, when it came was measured and he thought sensible, he liked that. She said “she had no objection to sl**ping with him, or anyone else for that matter, even enjoying some pain if the salary was worth it but she would not do it for nothing and as she hated surprises would only consider it if she had input as to what was to happen to her.”
His smile was broad, as he said “she could have the job if she was happy with the contract which she had 24 hours to consider.” He passed her a hefty folder then set off for the door, calling for his driver, “Peter take this lady to wherever she wishes and then you are finished for the night “ he shook her hand goodbye feeling his strong grip, reassuring, a man you could trust, “till tomorrow then six pm Peter will collect you.” Then he swept out leaving her without a second glance.
After a sl**pless night she appeared at his suite door sharp at six, he was sat, his face impassive as she approached the huge intimidating oak desk.
“Well?” He said have I a PA or are the duties just too onerous?”
She smiled sweetly then said “that if he accepted that any pain would be orchestrated by her and it would leave her without permanent damage she would accept his most generous offer thank you sir” and added that she had signed the contract with that as an added extra which she wished him to countersign.
He began to laugh, asking where did he sign and “welcome to his world miss efficient”
“You will join me for dinner” not a question more of a command, he pressed a button on a hidden consul and the bookcase swung open to reveal a table laid for two in the next room.
He led her to the table, “from now on when alone I am Edward and with you it is Maggie,” and he kissed her hand.
Maggie noted the lay of the table, concluding that this self assured bastard was arrogant enough to believe she would not refuse and wondering if she would have been invited to dine if she had refused his job
They dined well waited on by a butler who he introduced as “Barnes” who he said would help her to settle in tomorrow, again the arrogant assumption that she would start the next day, she later knew it would have been a case of him having investigated her circumstances and would have been assured of her lack of other work, now it just seemed arrogant.
The meal was quiet each appraising the other, once over he led her from the table, “come” he said
They walked through the marvellous old house, to the west wing, where he opened a door into a large bedroom complete with four poster bed and a balcony, she smiled at him and quietly said “she didn’t think she was to start till tomorrow”
He smiled at that …“you misunderstand Maggie, this is yours and this the only key`s” he said handing her the bunch, he led her into the room and opened the side door, leading to a fabulous on sweet bathroom beyond her wildest dreams, a Jacuzzi, shower a walk in wardrobe, dressing table, the whole nine yards, he opened another door, a living and sitting room dominated by a huge TV, leading to a kitchen diner small but useful and a tiny office alcove complete with PC.
“You may have visitors should you wish them, just tell Barnes and he will arrange food for you, our chef will normally cook by the way when you`re not dining with me he will deliver it to you here.”
“Duties start at 9 sharp normally breakfast together at 7.30 Monday to Friday and we will see about a car for you tomorrow, you can drive” it was not a question.
He swept on showing her first the swimming pool, and then the gym, the kitchens, the billiards room and the conference room. The last place he swept her into was his own rooms, palatial, was an understatement, he led her to the private lift, which descended them to a below basement cellar, they stepped out into a fully equipped dungeon low lights, softly illuminated the equipment, a bar fully stocked at the end and a set of benches along the wall told whatever happened here it was a spectator sport, he stood awaiting her reaction to this his personal fetish.
She looked about, noting the racks of whips, chains and the like, his face telling of his pride of the place, hers unmoving, as he pointed out the recording and filming gear, the fact it was all sound-proofed, the lifting gear and the bondage kit, the whipping horse and the pillory, the list was endless and she silently licked her lips, perhaps nervously or perhaps in anticipation, giving nothing away, he couldn’t tell not having known her enough to make a judgement …yet. He explained that it was “a few friends only and now her that knew of the place and it was to stay that way,” she promised that it would be her secret as well now and he nodded his happiness at that acknowledgement, before he steered her back to the lift, muttering “not tonight my sweet” under his breath as they were whisked upwards.
He kissed her hand saying she had a day or two to be ready to start, Peter would see to moving her and he would be away till the next weekend, she was to be ready to start on the Monday following, he waved her goodbye and Peter whisked her to her meagre flat asking when she would be ready for collection before he left her, her mind awhirl.
The next few days were a dizzy rush of logistical items, stopping mail, milk, and her domestic power supplies, telling friends of her new job as PA to a millionaire, leaving out the sexual duties, and giving her mobile number, then lastly arranging the flat for renting out.
Peter and a gardener named George moved her personal items to her new home, and she was soon busy arranging her nicknacks around the wonderful flat, by the Saturday she was in and found she could take breath again.
On Sunday she caught up with Barnes help on the computer so that by the Monday she was little miss efficiency and on top of her job…she hoped.
At 7.30 sharp he swept into the dining room, dressed in PJ`s and a dressing gown and hungry as a hunter, over the food they caught up not mentioning anything to do with non domestic items, to her surprise, he did however say she could “go buy a car!”
She asked, not wishing to overdo things what she could spend to which he replied “Peter knows all about it” and the subject was closed.
After the morning meeting at 9, Peter collected her setting off into the nearby city swishing through the traffic in the Bentley obviously on his way to a specific garage.
They came to a halt in front of the grandest garage in the high street and the ever helpful chauffeur led her into the palatial showroom. Before she could argue a cream Mercedes sport was ordered paid for off a credit card and she was back in the Bentley on her way back to the house, only having been consulted as to the colour of the upholstery, the sound system and the type of roof.
Her old e****t would have to go now, though she was reluctant as she had loved the little car, but it was out of place here on the great estate.
The days passed, a week, a month, she was now part of the team, and efficient slick well dressed, never a hair out of place, constant companion to Ted, who never once put a finger on her the whole time.
She began to think the question about sex and pain was just to frighten her at the interview, but then she would remember the lift and the dungeon, she knew in her heart of hearts that it was no figment of her imagination she knew one day the day would come.
The PA pt 2
Things changed a little on that Saturday, Sir Edward Longfellow of Trentham arrived back from a working lunch with a business man from Leeds, he called her to his office and introduced her to his guest a swarthy man of about 60 summers, named Mike who`s eyes lit up as he saw her.
Sir Edward introduced her as “Maggie my P.A.” and went on to say “I need to have her myself for a brief moment in the other office so enjoy your coffee and she will be back in a few short seconds, she will look after us this afternoon though”, with that he swept out taking Maggie with him as he went into the outer office.
“Maggie this is where you need to do whatever it takes to swing the deal for me. Now this is a multi million pound deal so give him anything and I mean anything he wants and there is a room for you which Barnes will show you too, oh and he is into anal and being dominating, here`s the contract I need signing and promise him the return visit if you feel that`s what will swing it, we will chat at dinner tonight”
He returned to Mike leaving her to sort out herself and her thoughts, which after a moment or two she did taking in with her the contract and a folder which she gave to Ted telling him it was urgent and would he also go and answer a long distance call from Hiram on his main office screen.
She felt like she was about to prostitute he body as she sat and began to converse with Mike.
It was obvious from the get go that he knew what he wanted and that he was willing to agree to the deal for it but wanted the best he could get before he signed, it was just a case of doing whatever it took.
“Let`s cut the nonsense pretty lady”, Mike stood and took her hand
“I want your fantastic arse and I won`t sign any contract till I have it, now we can chat for a while, we can go round the houses playing hard to get, you could even slap my face and say no, how-ever not if you want to keep the job, or of course we can go for it, I get to have you, sign up to that contract and you can then deliver me to the teatime train so I can get off back home. Which is it to be?”
His forthrightness made her smile, she stood took his hand and silently led him out to the corridor where Barnes waited to lead them to the room reserved for such liaisons, a huge well appointed room in the style of a Shakespearian bedchamber, unsubtly dominated by a four poster of epic proportions.
The contract was placed on a dressing table and Sarah Margaret Shmit, began her life as a sex worker, by a long smouldering kiss.
Mikes hands were everywhere at once, buttons flew like leaves in autumn, as he tore the dress from her back, kisses raining on her neck, her shoulders and her throat.
She began to re-act her nipples swelling within the black platform bra, she began removing his clothes, revealing his firm body, and his stiff good sized penis, by now her bra was on its way to the floor his teeth finding the stiff nipples alternately as their bodies fell back onto the fantastic bed revealing to their mutual surprise that it was a water filled mattress.
She felt rather than she saw her knickers being dragged down her long legs, they soon joined the bra, skittering across the floor like a black cobweb.
Their eager mutual need soon turned to ripples of joy on the water bed, he was soon deep in her body his seed spewing into her belly with an urgency that spoke of long deprivation of sexual release, regardless of her needs he rolled from her body leaving her just on the verge desperately needing to climax.
She knew that she needed to allow him to do as he would, so she said little as he rolled her onto her face and slapped her backside, laughing at the way her body rippled with the undulations of the water filled mattress.
She felt his fingers scr****g his slime from her now filled pussy, wiping the slippery cream against her puckered ringpiece.
She knew there would be no subtleness, no finesse, and definitely no gentleness in the next act, and she was oh so right.
First the fierce finger thrust into her back passage with no care of her cry of pain as the knuckle f***ed its way past her sphincter, the little lubricant inadequate, hot, tearing raw and piercing it went into her in just one movement.
Seconds later the tearing pain of the rapid removal again causing her to scream to his obvious joy, the ring of fire feeling staying for only a moment as she felt him f***e the head of his now reenergised prick into the void. Again came the fire of the violation as the invading member thrust into her very soul, tears came as she bit her lip to save her-self from a full bl**died scream as he soon began thrusting himself deep and with feeling into her very bowel. She found herself unable to resist beginning to enjoy the mechanical feeling of sexuality and of just being used though mercifully he did not last long, his seed again spewing forth into her guts the second time in perhaps twenty long minutes, still she had not climaxed as he withdrew, stood and began to dress as she lay still on her front his seed dribbling onto the bedspread her backside a sea of internal pain.
He grunted “clothes” from which she deduced she was to dress presumably then to take him to his train.
She fitted her bra, he taking her panties as a trophy she did what she could with the dress, button-less as it was. With a smile he signed the contract, which she whisked away to the office to be copied and returned.
In under two and a half hours she had been his P.A. been prostituted defiled, become a secretary and now was chauffeur to this man she had never before met. She was now on the way to the station exposed in a loose fitting dress and sat on a wet patch as her knicker-less body drained its used self into the leather seat.
As he removed himself from her passenger seat he tweaked her breast in full view of the now grinning station porter, pushing a small bundle of notes into the lacy bra and blowing her a kiss. She did manage a smile, a dutiful one, of necessity not one of joy which dropped from her face to a glower at the leering porter as she drove off removing the filthy money of her erstwhile lover.
She felt a mixture of dirty, wanton, and excited, frustrated and desperately in need of an orgasm in equal measures as she drove back to the house.
She was met by Barnes before she could slip away for a shower and a spruce up telling her that his lordship wanted to see her immediately she arrived back. Unable to do a lot about her dishevelled appearance she was ushered into ‘his’ office, wondering what sort of reception she would receive.
As she walked in to his office he stood and smiled, she was very relieved as he said she had done well. She began to explain what had happened but he raised his hand stopping her he thanked the ever available Barnes then dismissed him telling him not to disturb them.
She began again but he again stopped her explaining that he had seen it all on the CCTV system, her jaw dropped open as she realised he had seen her every move, he said now wanted her himself, so she was to remove her clothes and bend over his desk.
It had been an unusual day of changes, of frustration, of excitement, she now had no modesty left, she loved her job, the car, the power but she was now so in need of a climax she did not argue and resignedly though fairly eagerly shed her dress, cast her bra off and dutifully d****d herself over the desk to await whatever was his fancy and she no longer cared what it was she just desperately needed a climax at any price.
She was expecting him to be sadistic, brutal, and sexually savage, what she got was gentleness, tenderness and the most sensuous sex she had ever had, his member sliding into her almost with a greased slither that filled her completely, hands slipped over her back smoothly, caressing her breasts with a touch like silk, her nipples so tenderly and gently worked that she found herself building towards a climax in seconds.
She knew it would be a big orgasm she could feel it building as he took his time, she felt it was not for his enjoyment, it was about her, he was understanding of her every need, her innermost feelings, realised the second she began to begin to rise to her climax, she knew she was madly in love with this masterly employer.
As the wave broke she felt him quicken his stroke, her guts turning to jellow, her legs shaking with the effort of keeping her hips back against his pelvis, regardless of the recent near **** by Mike she had never felt more filled or fulfilled, his hot seed flooding her entrails as she passed out slumping onto the huge desk like a wet sack.
Moments past, the lovers parted both spent he staggering to his chair, she slithering to the carpet sitting dazed and recovering slowly a smile on her face that said she was totally satisfied, “thank you I needed that,” she finally managed to gasp. He smiled replying that “he knew, and was glad to be of service!”
His steady grey eyes surveyed her in a deep penetrating look, eyes that held her entranced only seconds before, now held her in a hypnotic trance like gaze, she would do now whatever he desired they both knew she was like putty in his hands now, she was besotted.
“When I watched you absorbing the pain this afternoon I believe you were beginning to enjoy the situation,” he stated,
She began to slowly nod, it was true as she had begun to approach her climax her body had betrayed her, and he knew it.
“On Monday night after dinner I will be taking you to my dungeon” it was a statement not a request, “Don`t book anything at all for Tuesday for either of us, I shall be tired and you will need to recuperate from your wounds” the last statement made her shudder and her bl**d run cold. She reminded him that she had agreed only if she could have input as to what happened to her body.
He smiled, that gentle cruel smile of his, as he said “true but he would be whipping her secured body with a whip of her choice, was that not enough?”
She haltingly asked him how many strokes, and he said that a minimum of ten would be allowed but she could choose that as well as it was her first time, and she could choose where the main of the strokes would land.
She stood and he kissed her goodnight, holding the door for her.
she walked naked , her ruined dress dragging from her hand, through the long carpeted corridor luckily meeting not one member of staff, knowing in her heart of hearts he was not joking, equally she knew she would submissively give herself and that she could not expect mercy in any form.
She licked her lips in anticipation as she reached her flat door.
The PA pt3
Sunday morning passed quietly not a word was said by Sir Edward at breakfast, nor at the main meal of the day it being Sunday served at 1pm, attended by the four key members of the household, his silence on the subject and his ability to compartmentalise things, somewhat unnerving Maggie.
The meal over Sir Edward swept out and they knew they would not see him again until Monday morning at breakfast. The remaining three, Barnes herself and the driver Peter, were soon sitting in the big lounge at the side of the dining room, with coffee, the two men had been so very helpful when she had first arrived and so much so that now she felt that the three of them were kindred spirits, each keeping the secrets of the house as part and parcel of the duties.
Between themselves had grown a common bond of mutual understanding and discression, so gently she probed them why they had never married. Barnes said that he had never thought about it he had so wanted to get up the ladder he just had never had the time, his life was now so full running the household that though now he regretted it as the nights he said were long and lonely.
Peter on the other hand said he had been married, and had a son in the navy, his wife had died some years ago and like Barnes he found the nights long and empty.
For her part she explained about losing her fiancé in the accident and of her lonely life before this job came along.
She asked as to Sir Edwards love life and if there was ever a lady Longfellow, but neither had ever heard of one or seen a regular lady though Peter said he had fetched one or two from London occasionally, always in the Bentley and returning in the staff van.
She raised an eyebrow at that and he explained it was difficult to remove bl**d from the leather of the Bentley which brought a shudder to her that both men immediately picked up on, Peter explaining that the boss was a sadist, and paid handsomely to use women when the mood was on him, a few of the women enjoying the experience, most just doing it for the money.
She asked about their knowledge of what went on and both men exchanged glances, before Barnes quietly asked “if she knew of the master`s playroom,” she sensed his reluctance to divulge what the master had so far not shown the pretty P.A. She assured him that she knew of the lift and what was deep below their feet, to which they both seemed relieved, she and was about to say more when the butler raised his hand to stop her.
The coffee over Barnes suggested that they all spent the afternoon in the more private surroundings of his study, nodding towards the dining room where they could hear the maids clearing away the dining things. Clearly he wanted to talk but felt inhibited in the present room as, as he said “walls have ears here” which she understood after the Mike affair.
They adjourned to the butlers flat, something the two men normally did on Sunday afternoons and she felt privileged to now be part of.
That flat was both comfortable and snug, the rain outside splattering against the windows as they sat together in front of the fire, her on the couch the men either side in two huge armchairs, sipping brandy from balloon glasses while soaking up the atmosphere of friendship.
It was Maggie who revived the conversation, saying that part of her duties were to see clients went away satisfied.
Peter smiled at that, saying that they knew and occasionally both he and Barnes had been called on to “occupy some of the ladies at times as well” the contented smiles told their own stories.
Yes they knew of the dungeon but had never been present when it was in use, Peter usually doing any clearing up, and Barnes setting it up before each session.
Hesitatingly she asked Barnes if it was made ready for tomorrow, to which he replied that it was, as he had been told the master was expecting a special guest.
Quietly she informed them it was for her benefit, the looks told her they were stunned, she said that the master had explained he wished to whip her and that she was apprehensive but having enjoyed being used and humiliated by the last client she was willing to try the experience if only the once.
They were both excited by the idea, peter saying he wished he could watch and Barnes nodding in agreement, she noted the pair had instantly tented their trouser fronts. She explained exactly what the master had told her, that she would be secured, and then whipped, and that she could choose the whip and the number of strokes.
The effect her words had on the two men was so obvious she placed her glass to one side leant forward and dropped her hands into the two laps, the effect was instant eliciting groans from both men as she gripped the turgid pair of cocks.
Barnes groaned, and Peter asked to see her body, saying he had wished to see her naked ever since she arrived.
In answer she stood and turned so he could reach her zip.
The dress dropped away, to a gasp from Peter and a groan again from Barnes as she stood in stockings and a matching set of light blue undies, the fire crackled in the deathly silent room, as they appraised her lovely body.
She herself began to wriggle the panties down what seemed to the men everlasting legs, the tuft of pubic hair shaved to a triangle seemed to enhance the area of her pubic opening, as she stretched up to remove the lacy bra.
Her newly released breasts swang free at last and both men regarded her in awe as like pendulums the wonderful orbs swung from side to side with every movement.
There was a scramble to kiss a nipple apiece, Peter latching on the right and Barnes the left, like puppies they suckled as they all sank to the thick carpet.
Peter moved to cover the woman, his rigid purple mushroom filling her as he began his dance, it did not last long, hot seed gushing deep into her womb as he groaned his satisfaction in her ear.
She began to climax as he rolled off and was replaced by the butler, who proved to be an expert in these matters, his thick member riding her until together they both came in one glorious gasping heap if intertwined limbs and rapid breaths.
They lay before the fire exhausted and she slept till it was getting dark.
She dressed quietly then slipped away leaving her companions still snoring before the dyeing fire.
Under the door of her room she found a letter she knew instantly it was her instructions
Sat in her room she with eager fingers tore the envelope open it was a note saying he was hoping she was looking forward to Monday evening, it said that he loved to inflict pain as she now knew and that he had never looked forward to a lady so much before, there had been a lot who he had had to pay handsomely for the privilege.
The note explained that it was his joy to whip the buttocks, back and the breast`s, it said that one woman had even allowed him to strike her between the legs, and that he loved pegs and removing them with a whip but that was up to her and it also said that he loved to see the bl**d flow
The note said he would allow her to refuse any of the above as she was not a paid victim so she was to cross out anything she would not permit and return the letter with the other page that he had told her about.
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