2 comments/ 20286 views/ 2 favorites The Hidden Room By: ManMountain69 We do not always see what is right under our noses... My name is Mark, and at the time of this experience, I was about 40 years old. I am nothing to shout about in the looks department, being fairly tall, 6'6" to be precise, reasonably fit from playing rugby regularly, and being generously endowed. I was also single at the time, my ex-wife having left me for someone not married to their business, which regularly saw me putting in 12–14 hour days. I loved my work, which is the reason she left me, but hey, that was my own fault! I own and run a small but profitable insurance brokerage, which has grown in the ten years of my control. Within the business, I employ three insurance agents, two administrators, and an office manager/PA by the name of Tracey, the star of this story. As the business started to grow, Tracey was the first person I employed, and she very quickly took on all the administrative functions of the office, and over time she had become invaluable to me, my right hand lady! Over the years, I got Tracey more involved in the business, and came to request and accept her opinions and advice on most matters, from business decisions to employment of new staff members. Perhaps it was her female intuition but she rarely made a bad decision. Although Tracey was ten years my junior, she was very bright, good for the business but also very naïve in some ways. Tracey stood about five feet two inches tall, weighed 115lbs, had a beautiful head of bouncy blonde hair, and all her curves were in the right places! She was also single, never having a long-term relationship, which over the years surprised me. At the time of this event, business was good, so there was a need to find larger premises. Nothing too big, but big enough to cope with my growing staff. I also wanted high street frontage and room for expansion. We put feelers out, talking to a number of real estate agents with whom we had good relations. Very soon, Tracey came up with a shortlist of three properties. One I eliminated straight away, which left two for Tracey to view. Unfortunately, my work schedule prevented me from visiting any sites with her. However, I trusted Tracey. She knew the area very well, and the building survey went well, so I felt quite confident with her recommendation. Friday came and I completed the purchase, picked up the keys from the estate agents, and after locking the old office, went to have a look at our new premises. Having been empty for some time it was full of dust and cobwebs but it was mine! It was a step in the right direction for my business. I was feeling quite proud of myself! Just as I was taking in a deep breath, sticking my chest out, feeling very happy with myself, the front door pushed opened, and in came Tracey, along with a bottle of bubbly and two glasses. "I couldn't let you celebrate alone!" She boasted, stepping inside with a smile on her face almost as broad as mine. Gone was her normal business suit, having been replaced by a short sleeve T shirt and mini-skirt, both of which fit like a glove! It suddenly dawned on me how pleased I was she was here to capture the moment with me. We opened the bubbly and drank a toast. Then I wanted to explore. I had purchased this property sight unseen, so I wanted to see what I got for the money. With Tracey and the bubbly in tow, we looked around. It was a two-storey building; three offices were upstairs, all very normal. The show room, storeroom, and kitchen were on the street level. At least that's what the paperwork described. Whilst looking in the storeroom, a wooden panel caught my eye. After closer inspection and moving some old file boxes, the panel looked to be held in place by some sliding bolts. After a curious glance between the two of us, I slid the bolts, revealing a door, hidden behind the wooden panel. My heart was pounding as I leaned against the door, twisting the knob until it opened. After a bit of searching I found a light switch, which when turned on revealed a set of steps leading down to a basement. I had purchased a three-storey building and certainly wanted to see what was in the basement. As I carefully walked down the flight of steps with Tracey looking over my shoulder it became apparent the previous owner had used this space for activities unrelated to their business! To our surprise, in the centre of the room was a king sized bed. Various racks were on the sidewalls. There was a separate toilet, sink and shower area and something rather unique that caught my eye, a set of old fashioned village stocks! The ones where a person would be bent at the waist with their head put in a centre opening and the wrists put into two opposite holes, rendering them helpless once it was closed and locked! Tracey, in her naivety said, "A bedroom, obviously the previous owner stayed here from time to time." I was holding back laughter at her innocence. She was completely oblivious to the fact that this was the previous owner's private dungeon! Hence the reason why it was so well hidden. "What are those wooden things over there?" She asked, pointing to the stocks! "What are they doing in a bedroom?" "They are called stocks," I answered blankly. I did not know if I should be laughing or be embarrassed. "Well, what are they doing in a bedroom, and what are they for?" She questioned. Rather than trying to explain, I thought I would show her, so I opened the stocks and beckoned her over to me. "Come over here and stand on this box, bend at the waist and put your head and hands into the holes." Even at this stage, nothing more than showing Tracey how the stocks worked was going through my mind, but that was soon to change. Standing on the box, she duly bent at the waist putting her head and hands into the appropriate openings, whereupon I closed the stock rendering her helpless. The stocks were designed not to be too uncomfortable so Tracey was able to talk to me without any discomfort what so ever. "I still can't work out why someone would have some stocks in their bedroom," she commented again. I thought it only fair to put her out of her misery, "It's not a bedroom as we both have at home, it was the previous owner's secret room, where he would have brought his partners for sexual reasons." A quizzical look came over her face, and you could see the penny dropping, "But what do these stocks have to do with sex?" Rather than trying to explain, I thought I would show her. Moving behind her I whispered, "Well, the person in the stocks was probably the right height for some rear-entry action." I could feel myself getting rather embarrassed but it was at that instance I started to see Tracey in a completely different light. No longer the professional PA or right hand woman, but a very attractive young lady who was in just the right position! Still confused by my explanation, she simply said, "Show me because I cannot understand what you mean." I positioned myself behind her backside, putting both hands on her hips, drawing myself as close as I dared. Bear in mind, no sexual contact had ever taken place between us. I think I was shaking more than she was but for a different reason. "Well, that's not very sexual," She said with obvious disappointment. I took another deep breath, similar to the one I took when she first walked into the shop, and thought what the hell. She wants me to show her, so I will! I think that was the point where Tracey realized she was ideally positioned for some rear-entry action, as she wiggled her backside at me, brushing against the front of my trousers, causing an obvious stiffening of my dick. "Ideally the person in the stocks would be undressed from the waist down." I said, proceeding to lift Tracey's short skirt up around her waist, where I was greeted by a pair of perfect cheeks encased in a pair if French knickers. These were soon sliding south over her perfect legs, all the while not a word was being spoken by either of us, just body language. I dropped to my knees to remove her knickers completely, being at the perfect height to inspect her pink glistening slit and rosebud of an asshole. The temptation was too great, I had to taste her! Edging forward, my tongue was at the ideal height to kiss her perfect place, and the moment my tongue hit the target Tracey exhaled a huge sigh along with a, "that feels good." I may have been uncertain about what I was doing but that was all the encouragement I needed! Licking from her rosebud along her labia, she was soon letting me know she was enjoying the attention with her slick womanly juices covering my lips. Her legs opened slightly wider, allowing me more room, and my probing tongue soon found her pearl of a clit, standing proud and seeking attention. Up and down, my tongue explored her slit, her lips becoming more engorged with every pass, opening up the fleshy walls and the treasures held within. Old habits came flooding back as I speared her hole with my tongue bringing with it a satisfied moan of pleasure from Tracey. After what seemed like an eternity, I eased a finger into her very snug pussy, searching the depths for her G spot. I found the little mound which I duly caressed, and at the same time my thumb was in the perfect position to caress her rosebud of an arsehole. Holding her clit gently between my teeth I flicked the nub with my tongue until I felt her start to tremble, and cover my face in her womanly juices, which I sucked down with enthusiasm. Once she calmed down, I went to stand at the front of the stocks, looking at Tracey, who's head was at my waist height. I bent down and kissed her full on the lips, letting her taste her juices on my lips. Because she was still held within the stocks, she couldn't move her hands at all, but she could move her head and although I asked her if she wanted me to unlock the stocks she asked, "What about the rear entry action?" Thinking I had just done quite well in looking after her needs, this was a little like red rage to a bull, so I decided to give her something she would remember forever. Still standing in front of her, I took off my shirt & tie, laying them on the king sized bed, then I proceeded to remove my shoes, socks and trousers, just leaving me standing in my boxers. Her eyes were glued to my groin and although only half hard she was unsure of what was contained within and what she was going to get! When I dropped my shorts, Tracey sucked in all the air that was in the room, or at least that's what it sounded like, as her eyes lit up. That was all the encouragement my third eye needed to get to full size! "I always knew you kept a snake down there and this proves it, so what about that rear entry action?" She taunted. Who was I to refuse? "Take it easy though, it's been some time since my hole has been exercised, and certainly never by anything as big and broad as that!" Moving slowly behind Tracey, I bent down giving her fanny a few more licks, getting her as moist as possible, and when my dick was as hard as it has ever known, I proceeded to stand, taking aim. The moment the head of my dick touched her love tube she shuddered to another mini orgasm, so I just held myself there, my hands resting on her hips, holding her while she experienced what was to be the second of many orgasms she was to have that night! Once she had settled down, I started to ease myself forward, gently forcing the head of my dick inside her slick but snug cunt. The feeling was gorgeous and the sighs coming from Tracey was telling me she was enjoying it as well. Back then very gently forward, my dick started to enter her, stopping tight after only three inches were inside her. I reached round and started flicking her clit, which seemed to make her relax, as the next time I pushed forward I had six inches buried in what was the tightest and warmest fanny it had ever been my pleasure to fuck. One last time I almost fully withdrew and slid my dick forward, not stopping until I was fully embedded. Tracey was starting to shake again, so I stayed still while she enjoyed another mini orgasm, clenching me with the walls of her fuck hole, making her feel even tighter if that was possible. It was at this time I thought it best to undo the stocks just in case in was getting uncomfortable for her, but I needn't have worried she stayed in exactly the same position. Once she had calmed down, I started to fuck her in earnest, quick quick, slow... shallow, deep deep, keeping the variations going it wasn't long before I felt my balls begin to tremble and knew I didn't have long to go, and from the groans Tracey was letting out she was gearing up for the biggie. By now, the sweat was running off both of us as I hammered into her, and as I approached my orgasm she said, "Come in me, please come in me, I'm almost there!" So once again who was I to disappoint the lady! The first tremble from her fanny sent me over the edge, and with one last thrust, I was buried in her letting go with what seemed like gallons of spunk, and the way she tightened around my cock I knew she had come as well. After we had come down from our sexual high, we both just stayed in the same position, getting our breath back, and both coming to terms with what we had just done. I gently held her hips, looking at the downy hair that covered her skin whilst I felt our mixed juices running out of her, coating my balls and thighs. Eventually, my now deflated dick plopped from her hole, to a final sigh from Tracey. This would change everything between us or would it? The Hidden Room Ch. 02 Many thanks for the positive feedback from my first story so please let me know what you think of this one. To get the full background to this story it would be best to read "The Hidden Room" * After the first episode with Tracey, things got better and better on all fronts. Business was good and the new premises was more than paying for itself as we attracted a lot of foot fall that we had missed previously, so much so that we had to employ another office based advisor to keep on top of the new business that was literally walking in off the street. Things were great with Tracey as well. After that first evening together in our hidden room we decided to start an ongoing but open relationship which we agreed to keep under wraps until such times as the time was right to go public, and of course we kept our hidden room a secret from the other members of the staff. The sex was brilliant for both of us, and at times we both had problems waiting for the other members of staff to go home before we went to our room for some mutual relief. It was during these sessions where we were open and honest with each other that I found out that Tracey wasn't always the innocent woman I thought she was. In fact she had some experience of girl on girl action when she experimented with her sister some years before, and said that although in the past she quite enjoyed the experience Over a short period of time, we tidied the room up with a bit of redecoration, put in a new king size bed, a large flat screen TV, but we kept the stocks that we both had such fond memories of, and which we used quite regularly!! I also installed some covert CCTV cameras and motion activated recording equipment so that we could both watch ourselves on the big screen TV, usually after we were coming down from one session and getting ready for another one!! Well could things get any better?? Due to the large volumes of business we were writing, we started getting a lot of attention from various insurance companies who wanted us to sign us as principal agents, where in return we would put more business with them, whilst also earning higher commissions. It was very interesting playing one company against another just to see to what lengths they would go to in order to secure our business. In the main Tracey held all the initial meetings and reported back to me and between us we narrowed the choice to three companies, who we informed accordingly, and asked them to submit their final proposals to us for final consideration. Over the period of a few days the proposals arrived, and in the main they were all very similar so Tracey suggested a final meeting with all the companies further to which we would make our final decision. Being very busy during working hours we arranged the meetings in the evenings, where the companies involved insisted in taking us for a meal and an evening out to discuss their proposal, and it was at the first of these meetings that things went to another level. On the appropriate evening, Tracey & I arrived at the arranged venue by taxi, a country house hotel which I knew to be very upmarket and also very expensive, but who was I to consider the cost when I knew the insurance company would be picking up the bill. We were greeted in reception by John, the representative of the insurance company with whom we had been dealing, and after greetings he told us he had been joined by Wendy, his immediate line manager, who its turns out reported directly to the main board of the company, so they were obviously taking things seriously. Sitting in the bar, we were soon joined by Wendy and what an entrance. She was dressed in a very smart but casual two piece suit that fitted in all the right places, but what stood out (literally) was her chest, she must have been at least a 40 or 42 chest and at least D or DD cup and I guessed about the same age as me. As she came toward us she literally glided over the floor, and made every male and some female heads in the room turn. If her chest wasn't enough, her black shoulder length tousled hair and green eyes said it all. After introductions she explained her role within the company, and also how much she on behalf of the insurance company wanted our signature on the contract. I explained that although the business owner, Tracey would also have to agree to form a relationship so she had to win the two of us over, to which she responded that she didn't see any problems with that at all!! Was it me or did I read too much into her answer. Over pre dinner drinks in the bar Wendy outlined the proposal which was all very impressive, and she kept up constant eye contact with both Tracey & I, keeping us both involved in the conversation. Wendy was sat between Tracey and myself and on more than one occasion leant forward brushing her breast on my arm whilst pointing out something on the document that was on the table in front of us. What I also noticed was that she was doing the same thing to Tracey? After about 30 minutes of business talk we decided dinner was in order, and whilst walking to the restaurant John had a call on his mobile which he said he needed to answer. Turns out he had problems at home and had to make a swift exit. Whilst talking privately to Wendy explaining his problem Tracey & I had a quick quiet word. "Wendy is very touchy feely" Tracey said, "she's been rubbing her breasts on your arm at every opportunity". "I know, but she's been doing it to you as well" I responded. There was no jealousy in our comments, so we agreed to see how far Wendy would go in order to get a signature, as we were both thinking the same thing. After John's departure, Wendy made it clear she had the two of us to herself and ushered us into the restaurant. Sat at the table, Wendy on the opposite side from Tracey & myself, we enjoyed a lovely meal and excellent and very flirtatious conversation, during which Wendy told she had a suite booked in the hotel for the evening, and she had a very big bed in the room. During the meal Wendy excused herself to take a call, and once again Tracey said that Wendy was flirting with the two of us. In a rushed conversation we agreed to try and turn the tables on Wendy and we agreed we would take things as far as we could. Over a swiftly exchanged kiss the deal was struck, and we agreed whatever we did we did it together. When Wendy returned we ordered more wine and carried on from where we had left off, this time though the suggestive comments came from Tracey and me and Wendy didn't know who to look at first. The conversation and wine seemed to be having an effect as shortly after Wendy started to become a bit fidgety in her chair, and also starting to comment on how hot it was getting in the room, so much so she took her suit jacket off. As soon as it was off, my eyes nearly popped out. Her blouse was pulled tight across her tits and through the white material it was easy to see two large nipples straining to get out from the confines of her bra. The squeeze on my upper thigh from Tracey's hand told me she had noticed the display as well. As Wendy kept up the eye contact and conversation, I decided to take things up a level, as I wanted to prove I hadn't misread the signs. Slipping my shoe off, I sneaked my leg under the table until it touched Wendy's calf. When I had no negative response from her I started moving my foot up and down, ankle to knee and back again. She was good; she didn't even bat an eye lid. After a few minutes of this Wendy must have wanted more as she definitely shifted in her seat and opened her knees apart. Encouraged by her actions and willingness I moved my foot further forward until the sole of my foot was pressing along her upper thigh and against the smoothness of her stocking clad leg. At this point Tracey once again placed her hand on my upper thigh, I though to grab hold of my dick, but she was simply moving the table cloth away from her lap, in order to show me that she was receiving the same attention from Wendy which unbeknown to her Wendy was receiving from me. A glance between the three of us acknowledged that we all knew what was going on, and it was on my suggestion that we go and check on Wendy's impressive hotel suite that brought things to a temporary halt. The suite as it turns out was in the old wing of the building, and was indeed impressive, the focal of which was the extra large double bed which seemed to dominate the room. When we all entered the room together, there was that awkward moment of silence, broken by Wendy asking if we wanted a drink, and that we should help ourselves whilst she went into the bathroom. As soon as the door to the bathroom closed Tracey grabbed me in a really deep kiss, pushing my jacket from my shoulders whilst at the same time pushing me back against the bed making me fall backwards but making sure she didn't let go of me and continuing our kiss. So engrossed with each other and our tongue probing kisses we didn't hear Wendy come out of the bathroom, rather we both felt the bed move as she got onto the bed with the two of us. Wendy didn't say anything, she simply sat on her haunches and then the fun really started. She reached down to stroke Tracey's back, and very soon I heard the zip on Tracey's skirt being undone. With a little movement and cooperation from Tracey her skirt was soon on the floor next to my jacket, leaving her in just her suspenders, stockings, and French knickers. Rising to her knees Tracey kept up the assault on my lips, and Wendy went to the end of the bed and started to stroke Tracey's bum and the inside of her thighs. It was as though the touch paper had been lit when Wendy's hand brushed against Tracey's knicker covered pussy, as Tracey lifted her head and let out a guttural moan. Things were getting interesting! Having drunk a fair amount, I needed to excuse myself and go to the bathroom and relieve my bladder, so I slipped out from under Tracey and left the two of them together, and wondering what I was going to see when I came back. Going to the toilet took a little longer than I thought, as I couldn't find the light switch, and then I decided to throw some water on my face, but the sight that greeted me when I got back in the main room was a picture to behold. Tracey was still on her back on the bed, now divest of her blouse, bra & knickers, so only dressed in suspender belt & stockings, and knelt over her, in a similar state of dress, Wendy was in the classic 69 position. Both women were feasting on each others cunts, tongues and fingers being used to the maximum and from the noises coming from both of them they were definitely both enjoying themselves. With the old phrase of two companies and threes a crowd going through my mind, I decided to leave the two of them to it, and watched the proceedings whilst slowly taking my cloths off. When fully undressed and my cock at full attention, I couldn't resist any longer, I went to the head of the bed where Tracey's tongue was flicking against Wendy's clit, and I started playing with Wendy's arsehole. As my fingers bumped against Tracey's she opened her eyes and realised that I was there, and motioned for me to continue. Tracey stopped the kissing of Wendy's clit and sunk first one and then two fingers into Wendy's fanny getting a muffled satisfied sigh from Wendy who was still busy between Tracey's thighs. The smile on her face told the story that she was definitely enjoying herself and with her spare hand reached for my erect cock, stroking it in time with her fingers plunging in and out of Wendy's fanny. Pulling my cock towards her she kissed the head and sunk the first couple of inches into her mouth. God it felt great!! With my hands now spreading Wendy's arse cheeks wide, I sank a finger into her arse, only to the first joint, but it caused Wendy to stiffen her body at the unexpected entry, but after a long contented moan she continued with her feasting on Tracey's fanny. All my dreams were coming true. After Tracey's mouth had been keeping my penis warm and wet for about five minutes, she let it pop from her lips, and literally pulled me by the dick so that I was kneeling, straddling her head, and putting my rock hard dick in the perfect position to give Wendy a little surprise. Taking her fingers from her fanny, Tracey lined up my penis with Wendy's now gaping moist fanny, and with a quick flex of the knees the head was inside her, and within a couple of thrusts I was buried balls deep into a lovely warm fanny, not as tight as Tracey's, but snug none the less. Wendy raised herself up on her arms, and pushed back into me, holding her breath while she got accustomed to the 8" of meat that was buried deep inside her. Not letting her recover for a moment, Tracey started flicking her tongue against Wendy's clit, and from the noise she was now making, we knew she was moving towards an explosive orgasm. I think we both sensed it at the same time, Wendy just held still as I plunged inside her, fucking her for all I was worth, and she just stared shaking through a massive orgasm. I could tell from the moisture around my dick that Wendy was coming in buckets, and I just continued ploughing into her as she went through a real knee trembling orgasm. When she let out a contented groan, I knew it was time to give Wendy a rest, so after taking my still erect penis from her fanny she simply rolled over onto her side making a loud satisfied sigh. I looked down at Tracey, and as well as being very rosy cheeked, she was covered in Wendy's juices, all over her face and the top of her shoulders. I immediately bent down and kissed her full on the lips, savouring the taste, and also the passion of the moment. Where Wendy's needs had been more than catered for, turns out that Tracy still hadn't had an orgasm and her stroking hand found that I was still fully erect as well. With a little encouragement and manipulation from Tracey, she soon had me laid on my back, and she was knelt beside me with her lips around my cock, licking off the juices left from Wendy's fanny. When she was satisfied with her cleaning duties, she straddled my hips, and kneeling to one side held up my cock to the entrance of her pussy, and very, very slowly she impaled herself on my cock, and in one long movement she was sitting fully on my cock. With contented looks on both our faces, Tracey simply sat there for a few moments before stating to rise and fall on my man meat. Playing with her nipples, pulling and twisting them as she rode my cock, it was having the right effect on her, and she was soon starting to moan from the intense pleasure she was experiencing. This noise and the movement of the bed must have brought Wendy back round, because the next thing I knew she had moved herself up the bed and was starting to kiss me, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. Without saying a word, she then manoeuvred herself so she was kneeling next to my head, all the time keeping eye contact with me, and then with a quick twist she was straddling my face and I was greeted with the sight of a slightly open fanny and a clit standing out and proud. As Wendy lowered herself on my tongue she took over playing with Tracey's nipples because she moved one of my hands to play with Tracey's clit and the other hand she directed to her own, and from a shift in position that I could feel as I couldn't see anything they obviously were enjoying a long and enjoyable kiss. My tongue was working overtime and I was soon lapping up Wendy's womanly juices, and from the sounds coming from the two women I could tell they were both very close to what was going to be a biggie. Rubbing two clits at the same time, my tongue plunging in and out of Wendy and with Tracey bouncing on my rock hard cock, I soon started to feel the tremble in my balls, and as if on cue, I could feel that both Tracey and Wendy were on the verge as well. Wendy's climax came first, with her clamping her thighs around my head as she let go with her womanly juices which I eagerly lapped up, and that sent Tracey over the edge and her fanny contracted around my cock as she shuddered into her orgasm, and that sent me over the edge with my hips lifting off the bed to get as far into Tracey as I possibly could. With much moaning and groaning the three of us experienced tremendous orgasms, and once the two women had come down from their high, they simultaneously lifted a leg and slumped on the bed, Tracey on my left and Wendy to my right, where they then cuddled upto me with each of their heads on my chest and my arms holding them tight. So tired were we from our exertions that we soon drifted to off to sleep. In the morning with the sunlight streaming through the window, I woke up to the sight of Wendy bending over the bed to give me a good morning kiss, which was a very pleasant way to start the day. From the sounds coming from the bathroom Tracey was enjoying her morning shower, and after her wake up call, Wendy went onto explain that she had to leave promptly for another business meeting but, and with a wink of her eye, we were both welcome to use the facilities of the Hotel for as long as we wanted and she would pick up the tab. As she was leaving the room, she turned her head to me and placed a brown A4 envelope on the end of the bed. "The contract" she said, "Can I expect your signature?" "I will consult with Tracey but I would think things look quite favourable" I answered, whereupon a beautiful smile appeared on her face and the reply "Good, once the ink is dry we will have to celebrate with a nice meal and maybe more?" and with that and asking me to say goodbye to Tracey for her she was leaving the room. Tracey soon emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a white fluffy dressing gown, and questioned where Wendy was. After repeating the conversation I had had with Wendy she picked up the brown envelope and with a questioning look in her eyes asked, "Well are you going to sign the contract or do you still want to meet the other contenders??" Well did I sign or not?