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Sir Stefan
This story is part 'fact' and part 'Fantasy'... it lives within my mind and involves real persons.
The Facts:
A couple of months ago I was invited to lunch, at an exclusive club, by a major financial institution, with whom I had never before transacted any business.
On arrival I was greeted by the host... an attractive Female of French origin... Immediately I was 'captivated' by her accent.
We have met on one occassion since, in my Board room, to discuss some possible future financial transactions of a pure legitimate business nature, and we have spoken twice on the phone... and I am finding myself 'aroused' by her accent to such an extent that whilst talking with her my mind runs off into a fantasy... a fantasy that I will now share with you.
The Fantasy:
We reach a point, in our business dicussions, where I invite her to dinner at the Hyatt (my City based 'office')... I book a room, in advance... over dinner we talk purely legitimate business... at conclusion of dinner I invite her for an after-dinner drink in my suite.
(Now I know that if she makes excuses like she has to go straight home and prepare for some important meetings tomorrow, that she is not interested in anything other than our proposed business transactions... but if she were to reply with something like... "Well, why not, I'm sure the view will be worth it"... that she may be interested in a little more than just the after dinner drinks and the view)
Now in my fantasy she says... in her delightful French accent.. "But of course that would be very nice, and I'm sure the views will be worth it".... and so we take the elevator to the 10th floor, once inside I remove my suit jacket and she does likewise... as I call room service to order the Moet, she walks towards the window to take in the views... my eyes follow her every movement as I observe the shapely curves of her 'chassis' .
I pour the champagne, dim the lights and then we both move towards the window, I stand behind her, slightly to her left, with my head hovering above her left shoulder... I draw in the scent of her expensive perfume... as my eyes glance down to the opening of her blouse I notice that she has unbuttoned the top two buttons and I can see the pinkness of her aerola 'peeping' above her half cup black bra... I feel a swelling in my loins.
I reach into my pocket and take out a broad silk ribbon, about 6 centimetres wide, I show it to her saying 'Feel the sensual smoothness '... she reaches out and strokes the ribbon, at the same time leaning back slightly to rest her shoulder against my chest.
I raise the ribbon, draw it against her eyes and tie it behind her head... I turn her around and walk her to the bedroom, where we stop, with her facing the bed, I stand behind her, placing my fingers on the 3rd button of her blouse... saying "May I?".... she softly responds with 'But Please do"
Slowly I undo each button of her blouse and gently slide it off her shoulders... as I blow my breath over her bare shoulder I hear her take in a deep breath.
My hand now falls to the zip on the side of her skirt... Again I ask "May I"... she responds "of Course".... I slide down the zip and her skirt falls to the carpet... I kneel and lift her left foot upwards and draw away the skirt... I pause for a moment as I softly glide my fingers up her stocking clad leg... stopping at the top where the stocking welt meets her naked flesh.
I rise, still standing behind her admiring her taut bottom in her tiny black french knickers.
I place my fingers on the clip of her bra... asking "May I" she responds with "please continue"... I unclip her bra and slowly draw it forward from her breasts as I lower it down, whilst observing the unveiling of her breasts as I peer over her left shoulder.
I take another silk ribbon from my pocket... I draw her hands behind her back and tie her wrists together with the ribbon... she again draws in a deep breath and I observe her breasts heaving as her nipples rise and harden.
In absolute silence... and without a word now spoken...I drop to my knees, standing behind her, as I slip my fingers under the elastic waistband of her french knickers and slowly lower them down her slender tanned legs.
I turn her around to face me and take a step back in order to admire her nakedness in all its glory... my eyes glide from her long golden hair which is cascading over her shoulders.... down to her firm breast , flat tummy to focus on her fully shaven genital area... (Pussy sounds so much better)... Softly I say..."I see what I like... and I like what I see... A smooth shaven pussy is smiling at me"
I take my trusty leather tipped riding crop in my left hand and a longe red feather in my right... Commencing at her neck I trace down the left side of her body with my crop, travelling across her nipple, down her tummy, down her thigh, leg and coming to rest at her stilleto clad foot....My right hand follows the same pattern tracing down her naked body with my feather.
Using my crop I tap the inside of her ankles... she responds by spreading her feet about 500mm apart... I trace back up her body, with both feather and crop, stopping at her neck.
Breaking my silence I say "Valerie... in my left hand I hold the crop, in my right hand I hold a feather... all of which means I do not have a free hand with which to fondle your naked body... She replies... "Then Master save the feather for someone else... for I wish only to dance to the command of your crop"
On hearing those words my manhood begins to throb... as I drop the feather, step back two paces, fully extend my left arm and bring the leather tipped thong on the end of my crop down across her left nipple... Valerie emits a sharp cry... I ask if she would like me to stop... "No Master, please continue" is her reply.
I place two strokes across each taut nipple.... then softly and slowly I draw the leather tip of my crop between her shaven labia... as I withdraw the crop I observe it is now coated with her natural lubrication.... indicating she is now well aroused and ready for the next phase!
I drop my crop, step forward, place a firm hand on each shoulder and guide her backwards until her legs contact the edge of the kingsize bed... I put downward pressure on her shoulders guiding her to a sitting position on the bed... I gently lower her back down onto the bed, leaving her stocking clad, stilleto shod feet on the floor.... I kneel between her legs, drop my head into her lap and ease her legs wider apart with my shoulders as I reach up placing one hand over each breast, softly rolling each nipple between my fingers, occassionally squeezing sufficiently to cause a sharp little cry to emit from her sweet red lips.
I place my tongue on the very tip of her clit... I feel her body tremble as again she takes in a deep breath as she raises her hips to create more pressure from my tongue against her clit... I remain motionless... she gently sways her hips to create movement of her clit beneath my tongue as she does I feel my mouth filling with her sweet sticky Lubricant (or should that be LubriCunt?)
I sense that her orgasm is swiftly approaching and so I withdraw.... I change her position on the bed, laying valerie on her back across the bed, with her head hanging over the edge... I plug in the 'Magic Touch' massager (that Mary-Anne K has provided to me for evaluation purposes)... I kneel beside the bed and introduce my erect member into Valeries salivating mouth and slowly rock back and forth as I watch my manhood as it sliding down Valeries throat... I take up the 'magic -Touch massager and rest it upon Valeries erect clitoris.... I feel her body tremble under the soft stimulation.
As I increase the rythem of my hips I also increase the speed of the vibrator and press down harder upon Valeries clit..... I sense her orgasm fastly approaching and increase the rythem of my hips in order to bring on my own orgasm... We reach orgasm simultaneously after which I fall back onto the Carpet, Valerie rises from the bed, my semen dripping from the corners of her mouth... "Master... what am I to do now" She asks.... "Swallow" is my single worded reply.
I raise my self from the floor, pick up my jacket and walk towards the door, I turn to take one last look before leaving.... Valerie is standing naked, except for her black stay-up, lacey top stockings and 6 inch high red stilletos... My silk ribbon blindfold still securely in place and her wrists tied with silk ribbon behind her back... my parting words to her are... "Don't worrry, you will be ok, I will call your husband to let him know where to find you... I'm sure he will be here soon... enjoy the rest of your evening"
As I pass the reception desk on my way out I order a fresh bottle of Moet to be delivered to the room... I'm sure Valerie and her Husband will no doubt need some refreshment... and of course the room service waiter will no doubt enjoy feasting his/her eyes upon Valeries naked, shaven body in her state of restraint... he/she may even take a picture or 2 to post on this forum?
The Facts:
A couple of months ago I was invited to lunch, at an exclusive club, by a major financial institution, with whom I had never before transacted any business.
On arrival I was greeted by the host... an attractive Female of French origin... Immediately I was 'captivated' by her accent.
We have met on one occassion since, in my Board room, to discuss some possible future financial transactions of a pure legitimate business nature, and we have spoken twice on the phone... and I am finding myself 'aroused' by her accent to such an extent that whilst talking with her my mind runs off into a fantasy... a fantasy that I will now share with you.
The Fantasy:
We reach a point, in our business dicussions, where I invite her to dinner at the Hyatt (my City based 'office')... I book a room, in advance... over dinner we talk purely legitimate business... at conclusion of dinner I invite her for an after-dinner drink in my suite.
(Now I know that if she makes excuses like she has to go straight home and prepare for some important meetings tomorrow, that she is not interested in anything other than our proposed business transactions... but if she were to reply with something like... "Well, why not, I'm sure the view will be worth it"... that she may be interested in a little more than just the after dinner drinks and the view)
Now in my fantasy she says... in her delightful French accent.. "But of course that would be very nice, and I'm sure the views will be worth it".... and so we take the elevator to the 10th floor, once inside I remove my suit jacket and she does likewise... as I call room service to order the Moet, she walks towards the window to take in the views... my eyes follow her every movement as I observe the shapely curves of her 'chassis' .
I pour the champagne, dim the lights and then we both move towards the window, I stand behind her, slightly to her left, with my head hovering above her left shoulder... I draw in the scent of her expensive perfume... as my eyes glance down to the opening of her blouse I notice that she has unbuttoned the top two buttons and I can see the pinkness of her aerola 'peeping' above her half cup black bra... I feel a swelling in my loins.
I reach into my pocket and take out a broad silk ribbon, about 6 centimetres wide, I show it to her saying 'Feel the sensual smoothness '... she reaches out and strokes the ribbon, at the same time leaning back slightly to rest her shoulder against my chest.
I raise the ribbon, draw it against her eyes and tie it behind her head... I turn her around and walk her to the bedroom, where we stop, with her facing the bed, I stand behind her, placing my fingers on the 3rd button of her blouse... saying "May I?".... she softly responds with 'But Please do"
Slowly I undo each button of her blouse and gently slide it off her shoulders... as I blow my breath over her bare shoulder I hear her take in a deep breath.
My hand now falls to the zip on the side of her skirt... Again I ask "May I"... she responds "of Course".... I slide down the zip and her skirt falls to the carpet... I kneel and lift her left foot upwards and draw away the skirt... I pause for a moment as I softly glide my fingers up her stocking clad leg... stopping at the top where the stocking welt meets her naked flesh.
I rise, still standing behind her admiring her taut bottom in her tiny black french knickers.
I place my fingers on the clip of her bra... asking "May I" she responds with "please continue"... I unclip her bra and slowly draw it forward from her breasts as I lower it down, whilst observing the unveiling of her breasts as I peer over her left shoulder.
I take another silk ribbon from my pocket... I draw her hands behind her back and tie her wrists together with the ribbon... she again draws in a deep breath and I observe her breasts heaving as her nipples rise and harden.
In absolute silence... and without a word now spoken...I drop to my knees, standing behind her, as I slip my fingers under the elastic waistband of her french knickers and slowly lower them down her slender tanned legs.
I turn her around to face me and take a step back in order to admire her nakedness in all its glory... my eyes glide from her long golden hair which is cascading over her shoulders.... down to her firm breast , flat tummy to focus on her fully shaven genital area... (Pussy sounds so much better)... Softly I say..."I see what I like... and I like what I see... A smooth shaven pussy is smiling at me"
I take my trusty leather tipped riding crop in my left hand and a longe red feather in my right... Commencing at her neck I trace down the left side of her body with my crop, travelling across her nipple, down her tummy, down her thigh, leg and coming to rest at her stilleto clad foot....My right hand follows the same pattern tracing down her naked body with my feather.
Using my crop I tap the inside of her ankles... she responds by spreading her feet about 500mm apart... I trace back up her body, with both feather and crop, stopping at her neck.
Breaking my silence I say "Valerie... in my left hand I hold the crop, in my right hand I hold a feather... all of which means I do not have a free hand with which to fondle your naked body... She replies... "Then Master save the feather for someone else... for I wish only to dance to the command of your crop"
On hearing those words my manhood begins to throb... as I drop the feather, step back two paces, fully extend my left arm and bring the leather tipped thong on the end of my crop down across her left nipple... Valerie emits a sharp cry... I ask if she would like me to stop... "No Master, please continue" is her reply.
I place two strokes across each taut nipple.... then softly and slowly I draw the leather tip of my crop between her shaven labia... as I withdraw the crop I observe it is now coated with her natural lubrication.... indicating she is now well aroused and ready for the next phase!
I drop my crop, step forward, place a firm hand on each shoulder and guide her backwards until her legs contact the edge of the kingsize bed... I put downward pressure on her shoulders guiding her to a sitting position on the bed... I gently lower her back down onto the bed, leaving her stocking clad, stilleto shod feet on the floor.... I kneel between her legs, drop my head into her lap and ease her legs wider apart with my shoulders as I reach up placing one hand over each breast, softly rolling each nipple between my fingers, occassionally squeezing sufficiently to cause a sharp little cry to emit from her sweet red lips.
I place my tongue on the very tip of her clit... I feel her body tremble as again she takes in a deep breath as she raises her hips to create more pressure from my tongue against her clit... I remain motionless... she gently sways her hips to create movement of her clit beneath my tongue as she does I feel my mouth filling with her sweet sticky Lubricant (or should that be LubriCunt?)
I sense that her orgasm is swiftly approaching and so I withdraw.... I change her position on the bed, laying valerie on her back across the bed, with her head hanging over the edge... I plug in the 'Magic Touch' massager (that Mary-Anne K has provided to me for evaluation purposes)... I kneel beside the bed and introduce my erect member into Valeries salivating mouth and slowly rock back and forth as I watch my manhood as it sliding down Valeries throat... I take up the 'magic -Touch massager and rest it upon Valeries erect clitoris.... I feel her body tremble under the soft stimulation.
As I increase the rythem of my hips I also increase the speed of the vibrator and press down harder upon Valeries clit..... I sense her orgasm fastly approaching and increase the rythem of my hips in order to bring on my own orgasm... We reach orgasm simultaneously after which I fall back onto the Carpet, Valerie rises from the bed, my semen dripping from the corners of her mouth... "Master... what am I to do now" She asks.... "Swallow" is my single worded reply.
I raise my self from the floor, pick up my jacket and walk towards the door, I turn to take one last look before leaving.... Valerie is standing naked, except for her black stay-up, lacey top stockings and 6 inch high red stilletos... My silk ribbon blindfold still securely in place and her wrists tied with silk ribbon behind her back... my parting words to her are... "Don't worrry, you will be ok, I will call your husband to let him know where to find you... I'm sure he will be here soon... enjoy the rest of your evening"
As I pass the reception desk on my way out I order a fresh bottle of Moet to be delivered to the room... I'm sure Valerie and her Husband will no doubt need some refreshment... and of course the room service waiter will no doubt enjoy feasting his/her eyes upon Valeries naked, shaven body in her state of restraint... he/she may even take a picture or 2 to post on this forum?
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