2 comments/ 16934 views/ 2 favorites Sexual Extremes By: danishmichaela A note from Michy. This is another episode in my banker or whore series. There are two previous submissions that you might like to read before this one, but that's up to you. Just enjoy me as the men in this and the previous stories did. * Although her arse was a bit big, her thighs were a little chunky and there was slight bulge on her stomach the rest of her was very tasty. Good tits, at least a C cup, spiky blonde hair with dark streaks, a pert nose, full lips and the most come to bed eyes he had seen for ages. That they were behind glasses seemed a shame at first, but the more he looked the sexier he found them. As he ran quite quickly on the cross trainer at the gym he couldn't stop his eyes, not that he wanted them to, from ogling her. But in that, he wasn't alone. There weren't that many women at the Reebok gym in Canary Wharf at five thirty in the morning. Those that were there tended to be stick insect thin, wannabee traders in one of the banks, who at present had to put up with being a PA or travel organiser or, as they were known on the floors, 'trader trash.' Michaela was used to being the only woman amongst a group of men so being in the minority in the gym in the new financial centre of London, Canary Wharf, didn't bother her at all. As she power-walked on her cross trainer two machines down the line from Luke, she had glanced a number times towards the trainer on which he was running. She had seen him at the gym several times and had admired his physique. She had surreptitiously glanced at his broad chest in the running singlet, his sturdy legs in the short, shorts, his pert bum and his quite obvious cock and balls swinging around in his loose shorts. She wondered sometimes whether he wore anything under his shorts and on 'bad frustration days' as she called them she felt a little shiver go through her. But they had never spoken although they had exchanged eye contacts, smiled and nodded at each other. Today, though they both finished at the same time, stopped the machines and tentatively after thirty minutes of activity they stood on solid ground in the middle of the gym looking at each other. "Ok?" he asked. "Yes thanks." "Good workout?" "Smashing and you?" the forty five year old woman asked. "Wonderful" the eighteen years old replied. That was the start. Just a brief chat, but it set a pattern that developed into life-changing magnitude for both of them. * "You ever been with an older woman?" Luke asked his colleague in the distribution office of the soft drinks bottling plant in Beckton just a few stops on the DLR from Canary Wharf. "Yeah several why?" "Just curious." "Have you?" "No, not yet I haven't." In fact Luke hadn't 'gone all the way' yet with any woman let alone an older one. "Would you like to? They are fucking great" Danny told him. Danny was a real player and pulled loads of girls. Luke often wished that he could get to go out with Danny, but they led different lives; Danny was from Romford in Essex and the twain just didn't meet. "Dunno really" Luke lied for since he had been talking to Michaela, but call me Michy if you like, he had thought of little else. Every day since that first short chat, he had jacked off at least once thinking of her. He had fucked her in every position, licked her cunt until she moaned with acute pleasure and she had sucked his cock and looking right into his eyes she had swallowed his cum. * In the first class cabin of the afternoon BA flight to New York Michaela's thoughts drifted back to the morning in the gym. She and the young guy had been exchanging pleasantries for a couple of weeks. They had started with 'you ok' and 'workout good' to more questions and chats about the gym. Then this morning when she had said she was going to have a juice he had followed her. They had sat opposite each other and talked at more length. He had explained that he lived on the Isle of Dogs and worked at Beckton just a few miles down the Thames towards Barking. "Never been there" she said adding. "The furthest I have been that way is City Airport. Michaela explained that she was Danish and had moved to London with her job a year or so ago. "So I don't know my way round that well" she explained. "I've lived in the East End all my life, probably will die here" Luke had smiled, wondering if he could get away with offering to show her round East London? Michy was flattered at the young man's interest in her and genuinely found him interesting. In her post as Global Head of Private Wealth Management for a US based international investment bank, she rarely met 'normal' people. Since starting to chat to Luke, she had realised that more and more and had vowed to do something about. For the past ten years she had held very senior posts in the bank, firstly as European based MDs in Copenhagen, then Frankfurt and latterly London. The last move had wrecked her marriage for her husband Erik refused to live in London so they separated. They still saw each other most months, however, when Michy popped home and did what married couples do, fuck like rabbits and then row. She explained to Luke that she had lived in many places as her dad had been in the oil industry and she had studied in Copenhagen, Oxford and then in California where she gained her MBA. "I never went to uni for I was going to be a pro footballer until I did my cruciate ligament when I was sixteen. My knee still swells up after a strong workout" he explained adding. "See" as he pushed his leg out from under the table. Michy looked at it and saw the swelling all round his kneecap. "Wow" she said without thinking rubbing it with her fingers. That sent a shock wave of sensations through both of them and the gazes locked, for just a moment. "Good to see you again" Warren Emerson the third the Chairman, CEO and significant shareholder in the bank said after his beautiful 'doorkeeper' Ms Louise Martinez had kept Michy waiting a few moment in the outer office. She had arrived at Kennedy Airport at five and had been whisked into downtown Manhattan in a company limousine for the meeting at seven. "And you Warren" Michaela replied. Whilst according to the company organisation chart she reported to the Bank's Head of Sales, most of Michy's dealings were with Warren the Head of Sales bosses boss. In his early seventies, he had inherited his equity and his position in the bank from his father and was now one of the most experienced and venerated bankers in the world. His knowledge of business and industry was immense and his contacts were awesome. "You have been doing very well recently my dear" he said taking hold of her hand. "Thank you." Michaela had been given a clear objective and that was to help rebuild the bank's capital base. After the outrageous goings on with sub-prime had devastated most investments bank's reserves to the point that Lehmans, Bear Stearns and Merrill Lynch had all effectively gone belly up, governments insisted on an infusion of more capital. Warren's bank was achieving this in a number of ways a key one of which was from high wealth individuals. Michaela's target was to generate ten billion dollars from this source in her first year. Three months into it, she had gained over two billion and had leads on another three to four. Her inducement was that if she hit the ten bil she would get an additional bonus of two million dollars, which would be on top of the three she would earn by way of salary and accrued bonus, profit shares and share options. "Quite a combination of new customers really, the British aristocracy and the fucking Mafia" Warren said standing rather too close to her for business purposes. She smiled and said. "Yes that's true" but didn't move away. "And it wasn't just the way that you fucked them that won the business it was your other attributes as well you know." "I would hope so" Michy said watching Warren's hand move up and cup her full breast inside her black suit jacket and outside her white cotton, button up blouse. Soon after being appointed to the job Michaela had managed to make contact with Lord Dempsy. Warren knew the family and had brought her to New York to brief her. He had explained to her that to persuade obscenely rich individuals to change their wealth management needed more than mere investment skills. "Any fucking bank Goldman's, Morgan, JP and the big European bastards can get the same returns for the pricks" he had told her as they had sat side by side on his black, six seater settee. "To win big at this job Michy" Warren had said. "We need more than just the investment geeks we need great sales people. We need people who can make a difference, be extra persuasive and you are one of those people" he had gone on, shuffling along the sofa so they were close together. He had explained that it was getting to know the fuckwits and getting really close to them that makes that difference. "Yes I realise that" Michy had gulped. "And that Michy is why you could earn well over three mil this year" he said quietly thrilling Michy with the sum certainly to a much higher level than having her breasts caressed did. After all making money was what investment banking was all about and that's how you were measured. "You want to earn that and more don't you Michy?" He had asked placing his hand on her knee. "Yes, yes of course I do" she had replied looking at his pudgy fingers with the beautifully manicured nails as they slid up her leg a little way. "And you would know how to be that persuasive would you?" He asked as his fingers slid slightly under her skirt. "You would know what to do wouldn't you?" He went on. Until that time, Michy had never overtly used sex to help her in business. That meeting in the eminent, aged banker's office on the fortieth floor of the bank's Wall Street offices changed all of that and her future. "Yes I think I would" she had said leaning back on the sofa and saying to her uberboss. "Would this help Warren?" as she opened her legs and let his hand slide up, over her stocking tops and onto the soaked gusset of her Janet Regar panties. She had been in Warren's office several times since then and on each occasion there were three constants: The beautiful, Hispanic Ms Martinez was outside when she arrived and left, Warren and she had some sexual involvement and they never fucked. However, he did have her jack him off, he did finger her to a climax and he did insist on a blow job. So this time when Warren squeezed her breasts, unbuttoned her blouse, removed that and her Donna Karan suit jacket and told her to remove her bra Michy didn't hesitate, but didn't know what to expect. When she was down to her panties, black holdup stockings and her high heels she found out, for Warren picked up the remote control he used for numerous purposes including locking and unlocking the office door, clicked it and said quite loudly. "Come in now please Louise." * Luke was 'seeing' a girl. She was eighteen the same age as him and she was equally inexperienced. Their 'good nights' after an evening at a pub or a pizza in a cheap restaurant were fumbling, furtive and full of guilt. Marie was a strong Baptist. Her parents were from Trinidad, but she had been born in the UK. Luke was the first white boy she had been out with and she was the first black girl for him. They were both virgins. They had been to the cinema and then to a Pizza Express in South Woodford and were on their way home in his car. "Can we stop somewhere?" He asked as they drove down the A406 towards Beckton. Marie was always torn when with a boy and particularly with Luke. She really did have an enormous crush on him, worried that she might be falling in love and was scared that she would not be able to hold out when they kissed and groped each other. She had, of course let him 'tit her up' but not until their fourth or fifth date and then only outside her clothing. It was another few dates when Luke's mum and dad were out and they were alone that she let him get his hand inside her blouse, onto her tits and then in her bra. On their last date, she had let him go further and in the back of his Peugeot he had unbuttoned her top and eased her nice, pert tits with the dark brown areola and nipples out of her bra. As he had at first just caressed them, but then daringly had sucked her nipples, he had made her cum. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced. Luke liked Marie, but no more. He had no fear of falling in love with her, but hoped against hope that he would get to fuck her and soon. She was slim with a great body, a typically full and rounded black girl's bum and nice firm tits that were not a bit like Sophie's, the only other girl's he had sucked, which were big, soft and saggy, but they were tits. "Yes ok, but please behave" she smiled looking across at him in the car. "I know a place just by the Barking Road" he told her. After driving through some deserted lanes by a place called Rushing Water, past a number of darkened warehouse and into a big empty park Luke drove to the far corner where there was a large tip. "See Marie if anyone comes we will see them for miles," Luke said parking behind the tip. He didn't tell her that he knew this place because this was where he and some of his mates came to smoke pot. Even the nervous girl realised how relatively safe it was. After kissing for a while and following Marie's usual pretence at wanting to stay in the front they were in the back of the car. Luke was patient, for he too was very nervous and was wondering and hoping that tonight would be the night; for the umpteenth time he checked his pocket for the johnnies he had got from the machine in the toilet of the restaurant. 'So far so good' he said to himself as he half laid on top of Marie who was pushed back into the corner of the seat. Her top was open, her tits were out of her bra and he had licked and sucked them. When he had met her earlier, Luke's heart had pounded and his cock had hardened when he had seen that she was wearing a skirt, a tight, short yellow micro that set off perfectly her long, black, silky smooth bare legs. His hard on didn't come about purely because of the expanse of leg she was showing, but also due to him thinking how easy it would be to, either roll the skirt up her legs or, to get his hand up there. He hardly lost his hard on during the film when they had kissed a few times or during the meal when he could hardly drag his eyes away from Marie's legs for the hem of the skirt was almost up at panty level It had taken some time and lots of kissing before Luke got to squeeze Marie's tits through the white, scooped front, short-sleeved tee shirt. They felt gorgeous. He was, of course as hard as granite and desperately wanted to press his cock against her, but he knew that would be dodgy so he resisted the urge. Instead, he concentrated on getting his hand inside her top and was surprised at how little resistance she showed. Squeezing, rubbing and pinching he felt marvellous with the softness of her tits through the bra, then the smoothness of her skin when he fiddled his fingers inside the cup. As usual when Luke touched her breasts Marie got a blast of sexual excitement and her body screamed out for more. She was so torn how to give it that. She knew that he wanted to go all the way with her and in some ways she wanted that as well, after all she was only one at college who hadn't yet 'done it,' or so the rest claimed, but her moral upbringing along with her fear of pregnancy had so far stopped her. But she was very aware that each time they 'snogged' they went further and that, she recognised particularly when she was alone in bed tentatively stroking her breasts or rubbing her clit, was not just due to Luke. Luke decided that he was really going to go for it tonight. He wanted full sex so badly that he had even thought of visiting the massage parlour in Bow where he had been told the girls let you fuck them or gave hand or blowjobs for a price. He hadn't done that yet, not so much because of the cost, but due his male pride. "God you are so gorgeous Mare" he groaned his fingers sliding into the neckline of her top and finding her bra strap. She didn't stop him doing that or cupping her boob downwards from the neckline. She went to stop him, however, when he went to push the neck down over her shoulder. "No Luke." "Why not Mare" he replied as he eased the neck over her shoulder and a way down her arm. "You'll stretch it and we can't not here." "Yes we can, you would let me undo the buttons wouldn't you?" She didn't really have an argument to that and after sitting up and looking across the huge car park for a moment, she made a decision. Based on the guess that she could pull the top up and cover herself quickly should a car arrive she said. "Watch" as she pushed both arms down so that the top snuggled round her tummy. Luke was amazed at her sudden bravado and wondered whether it was a sign of what might happen later. "Oh Marie you look awesome" he grinned looking at his girl-friend's tits in the lemon coloured bra. Even in the dim light, he could see that her black skin and the depth of her cleavage were beautifully set off by the colour of her bra. They kissed some more and Marie whispered into his ear. "I have a surprise for you Luke." 'She's gonna say I can fuck her' he thought, but was wrong. Marie had been to Marks and Spencer in Canary Wharf that afternoon and had bought the lemon-coloured underwear especially for this evening. She knew Luke would want to park somewhere and had excited herself by wanting to wear something new and sexy that she could show him. "What's that?" He asked. "Sit up a moment." Eyes glinting and with a little smile on her face Marie looked at Luke as she reached down between her boobs and unclipped her front-fastening bra. Luke had never seen one before and he thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. "Oh Mare, that's amazing" he groaned as he watched an even more sexy thing as Marie pulled each cup away from her breasts and bared them for him. Naturally, they kissed, naturally, their tongues dived round the other's mouth and even more naturally, Luke caressed, squeezed and pinched and then kissed licked and sucked Marie's tits and nipples. Just as naturally, he pressed his strainingly hard cock against her hip and then her stomach and as equally naturally, though for the first time Luke put his hand on Marie's bare leg some ten inches or so above her knee. Marie was cumming from the attention to her breasts, the feel of Luke's cock against her and his hand tantalisingly holding her leg just a couple of inches beneath the hem of her tight, thin, short, yellow skirt. It was as natural and as it was inevitable that Luke slid his hand up her skirt. And it was as inevitable as it was natural that she didn't stop him; didn't stop his hand sliding up her leg, sliding up the inside of her leg and sliding up until it pressed against her pussy inside the yellow Marks and Spencer panty thong that matched her front fastening bra. What wasn't necessarily natural or inevitable was that somehow, though neither really knew how, Luke's cock was outside his trousers. And what was equally not necessarily natural or inevitable was that Luke fumbled his fingers inside the elastic of Marie's panties. He had fingered a girl before, but it had been some time. He had almost forgotten the combination of sensations, the warmth inside her, the wet smoothness and the tenseness in her body as he moved his fingers around in her cunt. But as he fingered Marie, they all came back to him and along with her, he was quickly gasping with excitement and pleasure. Sexual Extremes Marie had let one boy finger her before and she too remembered clearly the strong and extreme sensations that had given her. And now she was allowing Luke to do it. She recalled the previous time and just how much more intense the climax that had given her was compared to those she'd had when boys had played with her tits. "Oh god, Luke, oh my god" she groaned pressing her thighs tightly round his hand and wrapping her arms round his neck. "Is it good Mare?" "It's awesome" she replied, as her ability for rational thought was decimated by the thunderous claps of sexual pleasure crashing through her mind and body. Sensing that she was so aroused Luke went for the kill. He had tried to persuade her to let him do it before, but she had never seemed as excited as she was now and certainly, he had never had his fingers up her cunt before. "Let's do it Mare" he groaned pushing his two fingers even further up her. "Let's go all the way." That made the young woman panic. It wasn't Luke saying that, which caused the panic for he and a couple of other boys had asked the same question before and each time she had quite easily said no. It was the fact that this time she was so sorely tempted to say yes that her hand unconsciously and without thinking reached out and closed round his erection. Her mind and body had demanded the stimulation and extra sensation of feeling him. "No Luke" she groaned squeezing the amazingly exciting tube of flesh. "Please Mare, please, you know you want to" Luke groaned feeling confident he would get his end away at last. "We shouldn't" Marie sighed knowing full well that her resistance was weakening as he thrust his cock in her hand. The sensations from his cock in her hand and his fingers inside were so extreme that giving her virginity away had such a strong appeal. She had, however, always envisaged doing that in a bed, on crisp white sheets with lovely music playing, not in the back of a Peugeot in a sordid car park in Barking. "Yes we should" Luke whispered loving the feel of her cool, smooth fingers gently rubbing his cock. "Oh Luke" Marie sighed battling in her mind to do the right thing as Luke tried to think of a more persuasive reason. But then, as Marie squirmed her pussy against Luke's fingers and as he thrust himself in the palm of her hand the decision was taken away from them. "Oh fuck, oh no, oh bollocks" Luke groaned as the white sperm shot from his cock and splattered on the black skin of Marie's upper legs with a few drops splattering onto her skirt. * Their chats had moved onto them having a juice together and now breakfast. Nothing special just a healthy, juice, muesli and green tea for both of them. Their relationship had developed to the point that they alternated paying for the breakfast. This had been happening for a couple of weeks now. They saw each other at the gym two or three times a week. As it was, only a few hundred yards from where she lived Michy would generally run to and from the gym, whereas Luke would shower and then go to work by car. Michy lived in a three-bedroomed duplex as the Americans call them and as they are known in the UK a maisonette, in a gated community in the heart of Docklands. It was provided by the bank as coming from Denmark she was on an expat package. It was really just another way the bank could reward her. Luke lived with his mum and dad, sister and nan in a two bedroomed flat owned by the Council. He slept on the couch in the living room. It was a very uncomfortable situation for him and his family, but Luke was fortunate in having mates he could stay with so he slept at home probably only three or four nights a week and hardly ever at the weekends when they all went on the raz. "So you two" one of the personal trainers came up to the table in the juice bar and said. "I need two more on my table and I have selected you two." "What table?" Michy asked. "At the quiz night at the end of the month." "Oh no thanks" Michy immediately said thinking how awful such an event would be. "Come on Michy why not" Luke said hopefully? "Yes Michy" the good looking PT said smiling at her and leering at her tits in the thin top. "Why not?" Suddenly Michy found herself thinking the same and she asked herself 'why not? She enjoyed mixing with Luke and had made a vow to associate with more 'ordinary' people. Her insular world of multi-million dollar deals and incomes, first class travel and restaurants, the top sporting occasions and the finest hotels was not inhabited by 'normal' people. She mixed with obscenely rich people, earls of the realm in the UK, some of the top bankers in the world who were worth billions and a mafia Don who was exiled from the US. And just next week she was going the meet, mix with and probably be fucked by a member of the Al Thani family who ruled Qatar. "Yes" she said to Luke's delight and the PT's relief. "Why not?" * Warren summoned her to New York to meet the Al Thani group. He was in negotiation with the Qatar sovereign fund to invest a substantial multi-billion dollar sum in the bank in return for some of the equity. A number of the incredibly wealthy members of the Al Thani family had expressed interest in the Bank's private wealth management services. Hence, his summons for his Global Head of that division or, Michy was thinking as she was helicoptered in from Kennedy airport to the landing spot near the UN, his global whore. She had become used to referring to herself as that! Michy hadn't been involved in the negotiations that went on about the Qatari's prospective investment in the bank, but she was invited to the social events including seeing the Yankees baseball team, dinners at the top New York restaurants and clubs and socialising in grand houses on the upper East Side. She was seated next to Mahmood at a lunch in the Bank's dining room on the forty third floor, one above Warren's office. They got on well. He was in his late twenties and was a nephew of Hamad, the Emir and ruler of Qatar; he had always had a big thing about older women. Michy was beginning to realise that she was starting to develop a bit of a thing for younger men, but ones even younger than Mahmood for increasingly her thoughts particularly when she masturbated, as she did most nights, it was often young Luke who fucked her. That surprised her for she had a quite eminent roster of men she had been with in the past year or so. But when late at night in her bed in her luxury apartment in Docklands or in one of the top hotels she stayed in when away on business it wasn't Lord Dempsy, the Earl of Westminster's brother, Warren Emerson or the mafia don who came into her mind, but young Luke Smith from the East End of London. During the next few days, she was with Mahmood Al Thani at several social functions. From him, Warren and other sources she learned that his father Abdullah, the Emir's favourite brother had the franchise for the pipeline linking the North field, the main source of Qatar's liquid natural gas, to the mainland and the transference plants. That meant that for every metric ton of liquefied natural gas that was pumped ashore that sector of the family gained a royalty without doing anything. In recent times, the North Field had been pumping forty two million tons of gas each year and Abdullah got his massive share on each ton. It was rumoured that he made more from the gas field than the rest of the family put together! "Well both my father and I are very interested in what you can provide Michaela" Mahmood told her smiling as he went on. "If when you visit us we like what we hear and see, and I am sure we will" he said running his eyes up and down the voluptuous woman's body. "Then we would probably ask you to look after the family's overseas investments." "And how much would they be?" Michy asked crossing her legs in the fitted Chanel suit. "Three or four billion and growing" he said very casually making Michaela's heart pound. "When are you coming?" "Sorry?" Michy said smiling? He laughed. "To Doha I mean of course." "Yes Mahmood I am sure" she said as they smiled at each other knowingly. "I am flying to London tomorrow or the next day then will be coming, to Qatar that is" she smiled. "The day after." "Why not fly with me then?" He suggested. "I am going at about the same times and can just as easily go via London as Paris as my flight plan is at the moment." Assuming that this may have been set up by Warren, Michy agreed, after all she had to be persuasive!. She was a little disappointed when Mahmood told her they would fly overnight to London, lay over long enough for her to pop home to Docklands and pack some clothes. She hated overnight flights and always tried to avoid them, but clearly couldn't get out of this. "We have changed the flight plan and will land at City, so you are just down the road" Mahmood told her in the VIP lounge at Newark "How do you know that?" She asked. "Oh Warren told me, he's arranged for a car to meet us and take you to your apartment and back." "I see" Michy said feeling a little pissed off, but not that surprised at her bosses involvement. Michy had been on private jets before, but none came anywhere near matching Mahmood's dad's plane for sheer unadulterated luxury. There were two cabins and four bedrooms each with its en suite bathroom. Gold or plating, Michy couldn't tell, was everywhere in the bathrooms, and throughout out the aircraft there was fine, thick pile carpets, rich leather seats, burnished walnut facings, silk sheets and curtains. In the forward cabin, there were several of the family's aids. Mahmood and Michy had sat with them for take-off, but then Mahmood had led her to the rear cabin. "The inner sanctum" he smiled pressing a button. "By the way Michy, you look lovely" he suddenly blurted out. "Thank you Mahmood" she replied. Having a strong suspicion that during the fourteen or so hours they would be in flight Mahmood would try something; Michy had dressed for that eventuality. She was wearing a pale grey, light wool suit. The long, four-button jacket came down to beneath her hips and the hem of the loose, fairly short skirt was almost up round them she had thought as she had dressed in her room in The Pierre; in reality the hem was just four inches or so above her knees. Under the jacket, she was wearing a white button up the front blouse that she wore outside the skirt. She was wearing black hosiery that was tantalising Mahmood who couldn't work out whether she was wearing tights or stockings Mahmood had told her that they would be taking off at four twenty and that they would dine early so to avoid lunch. Michy spent the morning in the office and went up to Warren's at eleven fifteen for the ten-minute slot that Louise had managed to fiddle for her. "Welcome back Missus Henrikson" the gorgeous Hispanic assistant smiled at her. "Oh really, that's good" Warren said clearly not paying attention when Michy had explained that she was flying on Mahmood's plane. "I am sure you will enjoy it." He paused and then added looking up over the glasses on the end of his nose. "And him Michy, if you get what I mean." A guy in a chef's uniform came in presented them with hand written, dinner menus printed on beautiful parchment. There were three selections of starter and main course. Michy had lobster salad and lamb chops, Mahmood, caviar and steak. The meal was served on fine china with the Chablis Premier Cru and Chateau Petrous ninety-six, which was sipped from crystal goblets with a gold band round the rim. Dinner finished Mahmood said. "Let me show you round." One corner of the cabin was walled off and Michy saw was an office. Mahmood walked her towards the rear of the plane. "And this" he said opening a door in the corner of the room where they had eaten dinner. "Is the bedroom." The probably fifteen by twenty feet room was dominated by a double bed in the middle. "And this Michy is the bed where you can sleep" he said placing his hand in the middle of her back and getting a little thrill when he felt her bra strap. Michy looked at him and without thinking asked. "And you Mahmood, where will you sleep?" Smiling as he took hold of her arm and turned her so they faced each other he said. "Well with your permission Michy, I will sleep on the side that you don't." Michy couldn't help smiling at the sheer audacity of his technique and also couldn't stop herself from being pulled into his arms and returning his kiss. "Why don't you get ready Michy and then pop into bed as I sort a few things out with the guys?" * "They will all be out, you can come round and I will cook dinner" Marie said to Luke on their mobiles. They were both on tenterhooks all day. Marie was like that for she had a plan and Luke was like it as he was full of hope. After a delicious pasta dinner, Marie put her plan into action and Luke satisfied his hope. Lying on two towels in her narrow bed Marie gave her virginity to Luke. Although, fortunately there was no blood, it wasn't that successful. She was far too tense and hardly lubricated her pussy at all and Luke was too eager. She had a very mild climax and he 'came a bucket,' but there were no incredible mutual orgasms. Nevertheless, she had got 'losing her cherry' out of the way and her parents and younger sister wouldn't be home for hours. They made good use of those hours for Luke fucked her three more times. The last one at around eleven was not only the most successful with him giving her strong orgasm, but was also carried out at just about the same time as Mahmood first fucked Michy. * Getting home from Qatar on the Thursday with a commitment from Mahmood, his dad and brother for Michy to manage just over three billion dollars of their investment, she dressed down for the quiz night. Wearing a pair of white, cropped trousers with white, strappy heels and a Ralph Lauren button all the way up the front shirt she hoped that she had got it right for the do at the gym. Feeling quite nervous walking the few hundred yards in the still fairly warm evening, Michy was thinking that it had been ages since she had done anything as 'normal' as going to a quiz night. Even before her promotion and moving to London a couple of years ago, she had moved in exalted circles in Denmark as the Head of all the Bank's Scandinavian operations. After being promoted, firstly to the Head of Mergers and Acquisitions for Europe and then Global Head of Private Wealth Management, those circles simply became more exalted. Her schedule of meetings and dinners with some of the top bankers in the world, leading industrial figures, mafia dons, Lords of the Realm in the UK, film stars and producers and members of the Qatari royal family did not include such events as quiz nights. She had a great time. Sitting next to Luke Michy was able to answer quite a few questions particularly on current events that she recalled from the Bloomberg feed that she listened to constantly. She was also good at geography and history questions, but hopeless on the pop music and TV questions. As the eight of them huddled round the table, they leaned forward to converse in whispers. Her and Luke's shoulders and knees touched several times sending slight shock waves through. A couple of times their hands brushed together and once she caught him looking down her shirt where she had left probably left one too many buttons undone. He had blushed and looked away quickly, but not before their eyes had met and Michy had again felt those shock waves of sensation run through her. Their team came second in the quiz and as they congratulated each other, they pecked each other on the cheeks. "Well done Luke" Michy muttered as she brushed her lips across his cheek. It felt as though she had given him an electric shock. He slid his arm round her and rested his hand on her hip as he replied. "It was more down to you Michy." As they went to the bar, Luke felt his cock hardening. He asked if she would like a drink and for some bizarre reason she asked for a half of Guinness, he had a pint of Stella. As most of the quiz night crowd drifted off, Luke felt so grown up standing at the bar chatting to this sexy older woman. He didn't know exactly what she did but knew she had a power job at a bank and travelled a lot. He knew also roughly where she lived and that the two storey apartments were hugely expensive and that she was separated from her husband and lived alone. He fancied her like hell for like many young men the idea of having a fling with an older woman was such a turn on. But he knew there was little chance. She was well out of his league for she must have a load of older, richer and sexually more experienced men ready to fuck her. That didn't stop him hoping and as they chatted and sipped their drinks he was imagining what it would be like to be in bed with her as he had been so many times when he had masturbated. Michy was thinking the same. Worryingly to her, she had been thinking what it would be like to have sex with a kid like Luke quite often recently. An inexperienced lover who she could teach, but a young man that could give her the quantity and frequency of sex that other than with the male escorts she sometimes rented, were just youthful memories of times in New York and Copenhagen. "I have to go Luke" she said finishing the Guinness. "So soon Michy, it's only eleven?" "'fraid so I travelled back from the Middle East yesterday and I'm a little tired." She didn't add for fear of appearing boastful, that she had flown overnight from New York to London on Monday, onto Doha on Tuesday then back to London daytime Thursday. She of course also didn't mention that Mahmood had fucked her twice on the New York to London leg, once on the trip to Doha and twice when she was out there sealing the three-bil deal. "Ok, I'll walk with you" Luke suggested. "Don't be daft it's only a few hundred metres." "Michy this is the East End and I'm an East ender." "So am I?" She smiled picking up her bag and checking her business Blackberry and personal iPad. She had twenty-eight business messages and ten personal ones making her realise she hadn't checked either for nearly an hour a rarity for her. "Yes, but not a real one and you have no idea of the things that go on." Realising that his pride was at stake she agreed for him to walk her home. At the gates to the development, Michy was tempted to invite him in. Although she was far from sexually frustrated as Warren had finger fucked her in his office and she and Mahmood had got it on in a grand style on the plane and in his palace in Doha, she wanted Luke. She couldn't understand it and had now stopped trying. But she resisted. "Thanks Luke" she said standing by the gates with the plastic key card on her hand. "I've had a lovely time." They were standing very close. "So have I Michy. Look there's a disco next Saturday and the group at the table are going and they asked us." "Us. Do they think we are an us?" Michy said smiling, but regretting it when she saw the embarrassed look on Luke's face. Luke almost blushed. "Oh sorry. I don't know. I didn't mean anything." "I think I'm a little old for discos Luke." "Don't be silly they will all be going from the quiz night, there's loads older than you." "Thanks Luke, but I really do have to go" Michy said leaning forward, putting her hand on his hip and kissing him on the cheek. "Will you come though?" He said asking the same question that Mahmood had put to her. Smiling she said. "You should never ask that of a lady." "Oh shit sorry" Luke stammered realising his verbal error, but feeling elated that she had taken it like that. "But will you come to the disco with us?" Sexual Extremes "Yes Luke" Michy said as she held his hand, looked into his eyes and said mischievously. "I will come with you." Michy had a fairly easy week with no travel and that gave her the opportunity to catch up on some admin work and 'catch up' phone calls. "I was going to call you" Lord Dempsy said when Michy phoned him on the Wednesday. "Really?" she asked the Earl of Cardigan who had been the first client she had won in her new role. "Yes, we are having a party in London and wondered if you would like to come?" Smiling to herself as yet another man asked her that double entendre question. "Of course, when is it Colin?" "Actually a bit short notice I'm afraid, it's this Saturday." Without thinking, she replied. "Oh sod it sorry Colin I am tied up this weekend." "Mmmm that sounds interesting, not too tight I hope?" After they had laughed and joked and had agreed to meet for dinner in a couple of weeks' time when they would both be in New York and finished the call Michy could hardly believe what she had done. She had turned down attending a party where she would make some excellent contacts together with probably having sex with Lord Dempsy and maybe his cousin as well and for what? Going to a disco at a gym with an eighteen year old. It was nearly midnight and the disco was drawing to a close. Michy had danced for most of the evening with both Luke and a number of other guys as well as the typical group of women dancing round their handbags. It had been years since she had done anything so 'normal' with 'normal' people and she could hardly believe how much she had enjoyed herself. Luke had hardly taken his eyes off Michy all evening. She had dressed as the poster advertising the disco had suggested 'very glam.' Her black dress was ankle-length on her right leg, but above the knee on her left. It was fairly low cut and tight above the waist emphasising her breasts and loose beneath it so when she danced it swirled showing her left leg almost, but not quite up to the tops of her holdup, stockings. But once when they were sitting having a drink it had slithered a little too far up her leg. Luke had seen both the lacy stocking top and a patch of her pale skin above it; that was instant hard on material and he had been erect or semi-so for the rest of the evening. It was the last dance and as the deejay had said. "Come on kids last chance to smooch." Luke wasn't much of a dancer, but loved holding Michy in his arms and swaying on the spot with her. She felt the same and enjoyed his arms on her back, with one hand almost on her bum. Michy had given up wondering what others would think about Luke and her. One of the advantages of being Danish was the different and much more liberated way, particularly with women, of thinking about sex and relationships. "Enjoyed it Michy?" He whispered into her ear as his fingers ran across her bra strap inside her dress. That felt amazingly sexy to him. "Yes, thanks Luke. Yes I have" Michy replied pressing herself marginally more firmly against him enjoying the feel of her full breasts being squashed against his chest. "Good" he gulped feeling the soft flesh against him and panicking a little as that familiar tingling in his balls signalled the start of yet another hard on. They both felt it at the same time; his cock unfurling and spreading firstly, horizontally across the slight bulge of her stomach just above her pubic mound and then straightening up the soft swell of her tummy. Luke pulled himself away, but not before Michy had felt the welcome and exciting feel of his erection against her. He realised that she would have noticed it and had no idea what to do or say. 'She'll think I am just a stupid, fucking kid getting hard like that' he thought feeling pissed off at his immaturity. He had at times thought he was getting somewhere with her, but lacked the confidence to push it in fear of being rejected and her telling him to fuck off. Michy was feeling very similar. She had admitted to herself that she wanted him. She wanted to teach him, show him what sex was really like and, of course, have him take her as many times as he wanted. Mahmood had been quite a stud, but could only manage three times in one session. Michy had revelled in that for with some inconvenient interruptions she was able to nearly perpetually orgasm for three hours. But Luke really was just a kid. He did not appear to be particularly experienced and although he looked eager and often stared at her legs, tits or bum he never tried anything and she didn't want to make a fool of herself by making a move and being rejected. She was very aware of the extra flab on her tummy and bum, her rather chunky thighs and the sag that over forties get with their tits. Although her body was holding up quite well she knew how badly it would compare to a young woman's and particularly to the gorgeous black girl she had seen him with at the gym a couple of times. So for both of them it was a regretful Mexican standoff. "There's a load of them going clubbing in Shoreditch" Luke said as the music stopped and the lights came up. "Fancy it?" he asked. "Bit late for me I'm afraid, I have an early start tomorrow." They wandered out and Luke saw the group who were going to the club standing by two cabs. "Michy can't make it" he called out, but we can give her a lift as its raining, ok?" "Sure" someone called out. "You two lovebirds get in the back of the second one" another said loudly. There was someone already in the back so Luke squeezed in alongside them and Michy got in after him. "We'll be a few minutes; they are waiting for the deejay who can get us in as VIPs the guy sitting in the back said. Luke and Michy's legs were pressed together from their hips to their knees. It was Michy's left side where the skirt was short. Looking down she saw that it had ridden up and her stocking top was clearly in view. She saw Luke look down and he saw it as well. They both looked up and their eyes caught. She smiled and Luke gulped. "Very nice" he whispered as the driver started the car. Michy told him where to go and quickly they covered the few hundred yards to her complex. Luke got out with her. They stood facing each other, they were quite close. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her. She wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her, but neither made a move. "I've had a great time Luke thanks." "Glad you have Michy" he replied as she put her hand on his shoulder, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "See you Thursday then." "Thursday?" "Yes I am in Italy for a few days." "Whereabouts?" "Sicily." * "The gym's closed on Sunday" Luke told Michy when they were on the running machines side by side on the following Thursday. They had taken to using the gym late mornings on a Sunday when there was a running class. Although pacey running hurt her tits a bit due to all the bouncing around, Michy liked to run for both the fitness and the theoretical weight loss benefits. Luke liked to run on the machine nest to Michy not just for fitness purposes, but also to see her tits flying around all over the place. "They're organising a run in Hainault." "Where's that?" "Not far just in Essex, there a big forest there, fancy it?" "How long's the run." "It's a five k course so some will do five and some ten or fifteen." "I could only manage five." "Let's do that then." Michy agreed to go in Luke's little car rather than taking him in her Porsche for she was a little embarrassed about that. Getting out of the car in Hainault in a car park in the forest they saw the others from the gym. They were just about ready to start so Luke and Michy quickly slipped out of their tracksuits and jogged over to the group. 'Fuckin' 'ell' Luke thought to himself looking at Michy in her short, tight, just like panties really, running shorts. 'Can I run five clicks with a hard on?' Although the forest was lovely and the route was interesting the run lost its appeal for most of them when it started to pour with rain. They got soaked and very muddy. Twice Michy slipped. Once Luke caught her before she fell to the floor and he held her as she recovered her balance. The second time he missed and she fell flat onto the ground. Bending down to help, her he looked right down the front of her singlet and saw both of her tits in the white sports bra. Helping her up he asked. "You ok?" As he held onto her hips. "Yes thanks Luke" she replied enjoying the feel of his hands on her. They did the five kilometres and saying good-bye to the group they ran to his car and slipped into their tracksuits. "Should have brought a towel and a change of clothes shouldn't we?" "Come back to mine" Michy blurted out without thinking. "We can shower there and I'll get a take away." "Great thanks" Luke replied his spirits leaping at the prospect of not only going to Michy's home, but also having a shower there and staying for a meal. Michy's heart was pounding as she guided him through the electric gates and down into the underground car park. They caught the lift up to the reception area. "Hi Bob" Michy said to the security guy as they walked past him to the front door of her apartment. "Wow Michy this is fabulous" Luke said marvelling at the luxurious furniture and the large main room with floor to ceiling windows that led out to a patio and looked onto the Thames in the distance. He had never been anywhere so palatial. "Yes it is lovely isn't it? How about some tea and then a shower?" "Sounds great." "Look take your track suit off and I will dry that so that when you've showered you can put that back on." Michy went into the kitchen area and started the tea. "Where shall I put these?" Luke asked walking into the kitchen his clothes in his hand. Seeing him in his running singlet and shorts in the intimacy of her living room hit Michy hard. Although his running gear and legs were muddy, he looked fabulous; a combination of sheer, youthful hunk and inexperienced baby? Her heart went out to him as she took his tracksuit. As their hands touched and their gazes locked for a moment, she felt an enormous surge of want and sexual stimulation. Luke was feeling the same thing and was now seriously wondering whether he might have a chance with her. Turning, Michy headed for the small utility room where there was an airing cupboard, but she dropped the tracksuit top. Luke picked it up and followed her to the small, very warm room. Standing close he handed her the top. It was then that Michy made her mind up. Putting Luke's clothes on a hanger in the cupboard she looked at him and said. "I might as well put mine in as well hadn't I?" As she unzipped her top. Luke couldn't tear his eyes away from Michy's chest that she slowly revealed and then her long legs and bum inside the short shorts as she removed her track suit bottom. They simply stared at each other for a moment or two as Luke felt his cock completing the erection that had started moments ago in the kitchen. He tried to hide it, but in his tight shorts that was impossible. He felt embarrassed and a little scared at what she might say, but also probably more aroused than he had ever been even when he had taken Marie's virginity. "Oh Luke" Michy couldn't stop herself saying. "What?" He asked hoping she hadn't seen it, but her eyes looking at it told him that she had. "Sorry." "Don't be silly." "You're not annoyed?" "No" she smiled, feeling far from that and more relieved than anything else. "Really?" "No of course not Luke, it's a compliment really." He didn't know what to say or do and Michy was also struggling. She then had an idea. Placing her hand on the large washing machine, she said softly. "We need to wash our running stuff Luke. Probably best to do that before we shower. "Yes" he gulped not getting what she meant. "And the machine is right here" Michy said happy to lead the way, now that he had shown his interest in her in a very obvious manner. "I see" he said not really believing what was happening or what he thought she might be suggesting. "So come on take that singlet off" she said brightly. As he pulled it over her head so he stretched his body, thus emphasising the bulge in his shorts. He had a lovely torso, Michy noticed as she managed to drag her eyes from the outline of the cock that would surely soon be hers. Standing there just in his shorts that were so obviously 'tented' by his erection he looked magnificent. "My turn" she smiled quickly pulling her top over her head and standing there in her, slightly too small sports bra. "Oh my god" Luke groaned as excited as he possibly could be at seeing her in her bra, but still not quite sure what was happening. Knowing she was Danish with a totally different outlook on sex to English people he wasn't at all sure at just how far she would go with a man without it meaning that she would have sex with him. Michy didn't want to frighten him, but she knew that she had him. Reaching out towards him, she pointed her forefinger and then hooked it into the waistband of his shorts. Pulling on it so the shorts came away from his body a little way she looked into his eyes and whispered. "Now these?" Luke panicked and grabbed the waistband. "Oh god Michy?" He groaned for he had never really been naked with a female before in broad daylight. Michy got the message and still staring into his eyes she smiled and said. "Fair exchange is no robbery Luke?" as she reached behind her and with the dexterity of fingers that men don't seem to possess undid her bra strap. This was more, far, far more than Luke ever imagined. He had never been part of a scene like this and had assumed men and women tended to undress each other as they kissed and cuddled on bed or in a darkened room. Not in his wildest dreams would he have imagined this older woman standing just a few feet from him as she removed her bra and bared her full tits to him. It was equally unimaginable to him that she would start to pull on his shorts as she whispered. "Your turn Luke." He was embarrassed, but so hugely aroused he would have done anything she asked. He pushed his shorts down and watched incredulously as she did the same. They stood looking up and down each other's body with her in just a pair of basic, white cotton panties and him a jock strap with his erection rearing up inside it. "Oh Luke" she said softly closing the space between them and putting her arms round him. "You are so very beautiful." "So are you Michy, so are you he groaned putting his arms round her and pulling her body against his. Her breasts squashing against his chest and his hardness pushing into the softness of her tummy gave both of them fantastic sensations. "Come" Michy said taking his hand. She led him up the open staircase to the mezzanine floor that contained her bedroom, changing room, bathroom, and small study. Luke was actually quivering with nerves as he walked up the stairs his face just inches from the full, rounded cheeks of Michy's bum that he recalled he had thought was a bit big when he had first seen her at the gym. Now, as it undulated in front of his eyes it looked anything but big and looked more like a sexual work of art. If he hadn't of been so nervous he would have reached out and touched it, but he didn't have the guts. "Jesus" he sighed as Michy led him into her bathroom. It was huge, by far the biggest he had ever seen. In one corner, there was a massive shower cubicle that could easily have held four people and along one side there was a raised platform, 'a bit like a stage' he thought. Sunk into that was a white, kidney shaped bath that also could probably hold four people. One wall was made up of floor to ceiling mirrors, whilst the fourth was comprised of floor to ceiling windows. "This is fabulous Michy." "Yes I like it and of course it's perfect for sunbathing after or before a bath or shower" she said directing him to the windows. Looking out he could see the windows led onto a balcony that was completely secluded and not overlooked. "Yes I see what you mean" he stammered as she once more stood close to him her big tits seeming to be staring at him as they sagged a little. He was surprised that he didn't find that off putting because one of the few girls he had got topless and whose tits he had sucked had floppy, saggy tits and that was a turn off. "It's perfect for nude sunbathing Luke" Michy said, purposefully upping the sexual temperature a little. She moved closer, reached up and put both arms round his neck and pressed her body against his just as she kissed him full on the mouth. It was incredible for him. To have her lips on his, her tongue licking him and probing his mouth open, her breasts squashed against his chest and, of course and most amazingly to have his jock strap covered cock pressed right up her stomach from her pubic mound almost to her navel was out of this world for the young man. It was almost as good for Michy although she was substantially more experienced than him. In the past year or so she had been having sex of one sort or another with at least eight men, and one woman. She had been with an English Lord, something the Brits quaintly call a Right Honourable who just happened to be the brother of the Earl of Westminster one of the richest men in the world and both of them together. She had been fucked by a mafia don in the rear of a Mercedes limousine as they drove round the countryside in Sicily and, most recently by a younger member of the Qatari royal family both on his private jet and in his palace in Doha. On top of that her boss a septuagenarian banker had used her as his sexual plaything in his office even going so far as to have her strip naked apart from her stockings and then unlock the office door with his remote control and offer her to Donald Trump who had walked in. In her past Michy had lived the life of a sexually liberated Danish wife often attending sex clubs and sex spas with and without her husband and with him being part of a swinging circle. In all Michy estimated that she must have 'slept with' over fifty men and half a dozen or so women. Up against that, Luke's full sex, on three separate occasions with one eighteen girl and his partial sex with two other girls palled into insignificance. But for some bizarre reason Michy was as excited as Luke placed his hands on the swell of her hips and buttocks as she had been when any of the other men she had been with. He had no idea sex could be like this. Standing up in a bathroom holding each other was so fucking grown up and sophisticated that he felt out of his depth, but he was loving every moment of it and wondering just what would happen next. He could hardly believe the words that Michy whispered into his ear. They crashed into his mind sending shock waves of excitement through him. "Take my panties off Luke" Michy whispered as she pulled back from him. "Michy" he groaned staring at her as she sat on the middle of the three steps leading up to the sunken bath and pointed her legs out at him. He stood beside her, reached down and slid his fingers inside the waistband. Their faces were so close they could feel each other's breath and could smell the mud and perspiration on the other. Reaching up, Michy ran her fingertips along the outline of Luke's cock inside the jock strap. "You look lovely Luke" she whispered lifting her bottom up so he could ease her panties over her hips. He had never seen clearly a woman down there before. Now just inches from his face there was a patch of tawny pubic hair and poking through them was a slash of scarlet that was Michy's cunt. "Oh Michy you are beautiful" he groaned as between them they fiddled her panties down her legs and off her feet.