4 comments/ 101672 views/ 6 favorites Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 01 By: mandywilluk2000 Charlene Williams has featured in a number of my earlier stories. She is a successful banker, an attractive thirty something, single woman and she buys sex. She gets a buzz from that and from the types of sex she buys. She has just received a significant promotion in the bank. This series of short stories explains just how this bizarre woman goes about celebrating her success. Chapter 1 Charley had worn her sexiest and most expensive underwear for the meeting. She always did for big meetings; the bigger the meeting, the sexier the undies. Important meetings turned her on. Negotiating and getting her own way in business discussions excited her. They aroused her and could almost make her cum. Competing in a business meeting was like sex to her, it was sex to her and winning was like having an orgasm. Charley was one of the most successful investment bankers in London and, in her book that meant the world. She was in the top two or three female UK bankers and was undoubtedly the top female M & A specialist, probably in the world. At just thirty-three, she was now about to win the job she had set her heart when she left London University, some ten years ago. She was about to become, she was sure, the first female MD of the Global Mergers and Acquisitions Department of a serious investment bank. And Goddens, the US owned banking conglomerate, was the most serious of all serious investment banks; they were big, secure, American blue blood with a touch of UK aristocracy, bought of course. They were aggressive, influential and stupendously successful. There was hardly a major takeover or merger that happened anywhere in the world where Big G, as Goddens was known, was not involved. And from now on Charley would be responsible for all of that, for she was attending her final interview for the very top job in the world in that part of the bank's extensive activities. As the panel of two American, one German and one English mature bankers, drawn from the main board interviewed her in New York, she was tingling all over. Her small, pert breasts felt so full, warm and alive and her prominent nipples were pounding with sensations as their puckered hardness fought valiantly to make indentations in the smooth material of her designer suit. She was used to that, however, so now she bought suits with suitably thick material to prevent them showing. Nevertheless, she knew they would be stretching the gossamer thinness of the Janet Reger, black lace and silk bra. Just as she also knew that the gusset of the black, lacy boyshorts would be damp if not soaked. She knew that because she knew the meeting had gone well. Charley could read people, especially men so well that often she knew what they were going to be thinking in two minutes time before they even knew what they were thinking now. She was like a chess player in thinking ahead and it was that, in the main, which made her such an effective and successful negotiator. It always amused to look at her adversaries in meetings. They were mostly male, often, like today, much older than her and usually, she could tell, they fancied her like hell. Then was hardly surprising. She was stunningly good looking, in a rather hard way, a little like Madonna. Her lips were probably a little thin and her nose slightly too pointed for her to be considered classically beautiful, but her big, perfectly oval, dark brown eyes made up for anything else that might be thought of as an impediment to her looks. Her hair was dark, almost black, and she wore it short, easier and quicker to wash and dry she rationalized; her time being very precious to her, but then it had to be when she averaged twelve hours a day six days a week working. Her skin was slightly olive tinted, making it look as though she had a permanent tan, and all over it was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Her body was slim, toned, taught and fit from regular very hard workouts in the gyms at her offices in London and New York and at her apartment block in London Docklands. Her weight never varied by more than a few pounds usually being spot on one hundred and thirty five pounds. Her figure was not spectacular for her slimness meant her breasts were small and her curves were not pronounced, but men that weren't boob men, loved it. Men that were leg men also loved it for hers were long and slim and men that were arse men simply adored her for her bum was pert and rounded with surprisingly full cheeks for one so slim; a real black girl's arse a lover had once complimented her as he plunged his tongue between her cheeks. What amused her most of all in meetings, was that as her opponents and colleagues lusted after her, wondering what it would take to get inside Ms Charlene Williams knickers, she was most likely sitting there creaming them at the buzz of the negotiations, not the men. Chapter 2 She realised that it was a little dangerous and that did concern a bit, but then that was part of the buzz. Buying sex was not so much physically dangerous, but could lead to blackmail, she figured. Nevertheless, Charley had been buying it for several years now. Buying it wherever her travels took her, New York, Paris, Frankfurt, Japan, Beijing, Mumbai, Dubai and even where they did not take her, her home town, London. Buying it in many forms, buying it to be with men, with women and with both. Buying it to satisfy her fantasies, sex with several men, a gangbang, being fucked by a huge cock and having two black guys simulate raping her. Buying it in place of letting sex, romance and love find her. She did not have time to meet friends, to develop relationships other than for business, to meet people outside of her job with whom sex might come about and she fervently avoided any form of attachment to anyone inside her high finance world. She did nothing to prejudice her naked ambition of making it right to the top in the banking world. So, since being introduced to escort agencies and the like a few years ago, by a woman who at the time was her boss, Charley had developed a network of contacts. Trusted contacts that could, for a price, usually an exceedingly high one, provide her with exactly what she fancied when and where she fancied it. The drive from Wall Street up to the Pierre, although in a chauffer driven Cadillac, was tiresome. The traffic was terrible and even with the AC, the ninety plus outside temperature and high humidity got into the limo. The only redeeming feature was what she knew would be waiting for her at the hotel. It was that what had got her through the drinks and chat after the interview. It was the expectancy of what would waiting for her that helped her survive the unnecessary, but traditional, dinner with the head of investment banking, the HR Director and the non-exec director responsible for recruitment. It was the knowledge of what would be waiting in her suite that had enabled her resist going to the toilet after the interview and wanking herself off. And it was that which was stopping her sliding her hands up her stockinged legs and masturbating behind the smoked glass in the back of the limo. Chapter 3 It came as no great surprise to Charley when Roger Grevis the third, the CEO of the bank and Lord Ludlum, the Chairman, told her she had been successful, for she just knew she would be. Despite that, she had not arranged her real celebration of her promotion for tonight. That would come later. For tonight, she had called the agency from London. "Hi it's Mrs Mason," she had said to the receptionist, using her ID. "Hello Mrs Mason, could I please have your registration number and the answer to your security questions. Charley gave those and was immediately put through to Naomi, her consultant. She had been dealing with this agency, or consultancy as they called themselves, for some time now and was quite well known to Naomi, albeit by the assumed name; just in case. The agency insisted on not knowing the real identities of their clients and thus went to great lengths to maintain the privacy. That extended to the payment methods. Charley had to set up an account with a third party with whom she had to lodge five thousand dollars. When a payment was necessary, she would advise the third party as would the agency and the funds would be transferred; there was rarely any change from the five grand! After using this agency for a year or so, Charley had come to trust them. She didn't buy sex on every trip to New York, after all, she was over about every other week, sometimes just for a day or evening, but when she wanted sex, she now only used them. She had tried others but this lot always produced the goods. They were extremely efficient, something she demanded and were ultra discrete, something she needed. , They did not know her real name or what she did so there was little risk in letting them know her hotel and room number; in any case, Charley was used to assessing risk and living with it, that's what top bankers do. She had carefully briefed Naomi on what she wanted and had explained that she could not specify a time that she would arrive back at her hotel. She had agreed that she would pay an hourly rate and that the clock should start ticking at seven, the earliest she felt she would be able to get away from the interview. "I may not be there until eleven, though," she explained. "That's no problem we can be on call all night if you wish, but of course we will have to charge from seven." "Yes I appreciate that, just make sure that whatever time I get there, everything is ready." "Of course Ms Mason, I will handle it personally." "Thanks Naomi," Charley had said from the first class lounge at Heathrow as she waited for her BA flight to New York two days ago. She had known from experience that the interview and the offer of the job she had always wanted would turn her on. She knew that when she walked out of the Big G Head Office she would be sexually aroused and she was acutely aware that by the time, whatever time that was, she got back to The Pierre she would be in dire need of sex. It was always like that after a big meeting and that's why she made prior arrangements. She was scared that if she didn't do that, the need to be fucked would be so strong that she might just go to a bar and get herself picked up; she had done that before, but not since she had started buying it: so much tidier, cleaner and safer this way! Chapter 4 No one spoke to her as she glided through the white and cream lobby of what many consider to be New York's finest hotel. Goddards certainly did and, although it was right uptown from the offices, they maintained two suites there. Charley had guessed the job was hers when she had checked in and had been shown to the premier suite. Just in case, she had checked to see if any other Big G executives were staying. They weren't, so that is when she was sure the MD position was hers. Being in the top suite, which was usually used by only the top level of management, had a similar affect on her to winning a negotiation. As a result, she was only in the sumptuous, elegance of The Pierre a few moments before she was lying in the middle of the king sized bed, her designer jeans round her ankles her hands inside her Agent Provocateur panties finger fucking herself to a very welcome and much needed climax. She had felt like a dog on heat all the way across the Atlantic; she had felt like that since the phone call to the agency in the first class lounge, yes, she had felt like that since she had placed her order for tonight. This time when she entered the large suite she knew she would not be masturbating. She knew everything would be ready for her. She knew that because she had called Naomi on the way uptown. "Everything is set ma'am, just as you specified, you'll be there in ten minutes then?" "Yes, we're just passing the Hilton on 6th." Her entrance was as good as silent. The plastic card made no sound, the heavy door effortlessly opened. She put her Italian leather briefcase that she'd bought on a recent weekend in Florence, on the credenza in the hallway and walked across the thick pile, pale cream carpet to the bar in the living room. She poured herself a generous vodka, added a little water and some ice and lemon. She sipped it, waiting a moment or two as she looked at the closed bedroom door. Undoing the buttons on the jacket of her power suit, she glanced into one of the numerous, gilt framed mirrors. Her tits looked good in the tight, black lace and silk bra. They weren't big, but they were nicely shaped, firm and upright and were capped by big nipples that were dark, almost brown. Her breasts were aching and her nipples felt ready to explode. Momentarily thanking her lucky stars that she had lined something up, Charley knew that she wanted sex badly and that she needed to be fucked hard and fast and probably several times. She slid her pencil skirt off, leaving the expensive garment crumpled on the floor and stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. The lacy shorts fitted her very snugly, emphasizing her quite prominent and, if left unattended, rather hairy pubic mound. Recently, Charley had not left it unattended and had taken to keeping it billiard ball smooth by regular shaving. She was aching to go into the bedroom, but she resisted that and sort of tested her resolve by wandering round the living room in her AP intimate apparel. She propped her bum against the back of a sofa, her legs stretched out before her, her ankles crossed as she sipped the almost neat vodka. She looked good and felt good. She put the glass down and undid her bra, dropping it casually onto the floor near to the eight hundred pound suit. Idly stroking her tits with the very erect and hugely hard nipples she hoped that Naomi hadn't screwed up and that all the arrangements had, as usual gone to plan. She took a deep breath and then walked towards the bedroom door clad in just the black, lacy boyshorts and her black, lacy-topped holdups. Stopping by the door, she took her panties off and went to grab the handle, but stopped. "Fuck," she said to her self, realising that what she wanted was in the bathroom. Then she remembered that she could get to it through the kitchen. The baby oil felt wonderful on her pubic mound as she massaged it into that tender area. It felt so good she could not resist pouring some onto her tits and rubbing it into them. The combination of rubbing the oil into her mound and breasts had the inevitable affect and Charley was badly tempted to masturbate. "What a fucking waste," she said to herself as she strode purposefully across the lounge, turned the bedroom door handle and walked in. Chapter 5 His arse looked gorgeous, full, rounded, firm and tight. His back looked gorgeous, wide yet tapered, muscular yet lithe. His legs looked gorgeous, long, slender and fit. His skin looked gorgeous, smooth, silky, tight, stretched and as black as the ace of spades. Chapter 6 Charley didn't say anything as she approached the huge bed. There was no need, the man was fully briefed. He knew what was expected from him; after all, he was a true professional, an experienced gigolo, one of the agency's top, black studs. She climbed onto the bed clad just in her lacy, holdup stockings, nothing else. She knelt beside the big, black guy. He was l six feet four and weighed just on two hundred pounds, or so his agency portfolio had stated. In close up his body was every bit as good as Naomi had claimed. His muscles were well defined but lithe not bulky like a body builder or a weights guy. She ran her eyes admiringly up and down his back noting his broad shoulders, narrow waist and rounded full bum. He was, she thought, truly gorgeous and she hadn't even seen his front yet. She trailed her beautifully manicured, white painted, square cut fingernails down his back enjoying the slight shudder as they reached the base of his spine. She stopped there and ran them across each cheek flattening her palm on his cool, smooth skin. Each buttock jerked as she cupped it. That and his arse felt fabulous. She put her fingernails back on his spine, between his shoulder blades. She dug them in a bit, not too far, but enough so he would feel it. She scratched him. Then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she drew them downwards watching fascinated as they marked his black skin: not enough to draw blood, but certainly sufficient for it to hurt him and without doubt enough to leave a mark that would be with him after they had finished. In addition to her fetish for buying sex, Charley also liked rough sex. She liked sex with pain, sex where people get hurt, sex where her partner gets hurt and sex where she gets hurt. Yes, she liked receiving as well as giving. Her pulse started to race when she saw the strong guy's huge body jump as the pain hit him, she liked that. She pressed her stockinged leg against his hip; he was firm, solid, hard. A great body she thought, as she raked her fingernails down his spine leaving four trails of scratch marks that nearly punctured, and certainly deeply grazed his flesh. Her fingernails reached the bottom of his spine, they arrived at his buttocks, they came to rest on his arse, his gorgeous arse. She used two hands here, both sets of fingers, all ten nails. Mmmmm, she breathed as she dug them, deep and hard into both of the full, rounded cheeks. She loved the way that when she first touched the two symmetrical orbs of black flesh they were soft, but then, as the pain got to him, they hardened, until now they were like two rocks. But Charley was not all about pain. Her sex was not just hurting and being hurt. No it was more than that, much, much more; more complex, more involved, more delicate, more subtle and far more sophisticated. Just as suddenly as she had dug her nails into the soft, pliant flesh of the male hooker's arse, so she stopped. Just as quickly as she had ravaged those cheeks with her hard nails, so she caressed them with her soft fingertips. Just as she had looked on seeing his buttocks jerk and contract, so now she bent forward. Just as she had been detached from him, they had not spoken or seen each other's faces yet, so she now became extremely intimate. She laid her face on one of his cheeks. She kissed it; she ran her lips and tongue over the hardening and softening flesh as, at the same time, she rested her fingertips right on the tight crease. God he did have such taught buttocks, she thought. Simultaneously, she licked the mound and pushed gently with her fingers. His bum relaxed, the flesh went soft, the crease opened, the cheeks parted. Her finger slid inside the deep crevice. She ran them up and down the valley, crossing and recrossing the entrance to his anus. Crossing and recrossing, yes, but each time going a shorter distance away from it. Each time spending a tad more time on the puckered skin, each time applying an increasing pressure, each time sending strong hints to him as to what was soon to come. At last, she stopped crossing and recrossing, for she had made her point, she had sent the invitation, she had made her needs obvious, she had let him know very clearly what she wanted. Yes, her actions had told him in the most sublime way that she was going to finger fuck his arse. Charley watched fascinated as slowly he opened his legs. As clearly as he was accepting her suggestion, he was also issuing his own invitation. He was obviously fit and supple, for he spread his shapely, lithe, muscular legs such a distance apart that he amazed Charley that legs could go that far. She was as equally amazed, though, at how wide and deep the crease between his cheeks became, almost enough, she smiled, for her whole hand, let alone her finger. However, it was not her finger nor her hand that first went there. No, it was neither of those. Instead, she simply could not resist again leaning forward, once more resting her cheek on his smooth, surprisingly cool, black skin, and for a second time kissing and licking his gorgeous cheeks. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 01 This time, though, her lips and tongue had a different destination. She moved so that she was kneeling between, instead of beside, his legs, so that her face was pointing up his body, so that her hands could rest and hold each cheek and so that the crease was vertical rather than horizontal to her mouth. She moved to that position for that enabled her to grip his cheeks, pull them even further apart, plunge her mouth between them and push her tongue right onto the serrated entrance to his arsehole. The deep grunt from his throat and the massive convulsion, almost, of his body thrilled her as she probed the straightened tip of her tongue inside him. Pushing that in as far as the resistance would allow, gripping his cheeks and pressing her nails harshly into the flesh and letting her saliva flow freely, she prepared him, she readied him, she got him ready for her next raid on his most private place. He was now almost continuously grunting, moaning, sighing and writhing his body around, but still, as instructed, saying nothing. She rubbed her forefinger into her shallow cleavage coating it with the oil she'd applied to herself earlier. She put that finger between his cheeks. She pressed the tip against his anal hole. She waited a moment, teasing him. She pressed harder. She stopped. He let out a deep moan; He raised himself from the bed, thrusting his arse towards her, as if imploring her, asking her, begging really. She took pity, she put him out of his misery and herself come to that. It went in easier than she had expected, perhaps due to frequent use, she smiled. It was in up to her first knuckle so easily and quickly. More grunts, moans and sighs, but commendably, she thought, no words. The whole middle part of his body was off the bed, he was almost kneeling now. Charley saw the huge sac of his balls, her heart pounded as her other hand cupped them. God did that feel good to her. She rolled them in the palm of her hand only just able to get the entire scrotum into it. He bucked more, he moaned and grunted more. Then she went for broke, the final assault, the ultimate penetration. Naked apart from her stockings, her tits and pussy oiled up, kneeling between his legs, the middle of his body off the bed Charley shoved her finger right up to its hilt into the black hooker's arse. And like that, she finger fucked him until his cock gushed with spurt after spurt of white, creamy cum. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 02 I STRONGLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU READ THESE ACCOUNTS IN THE ORDER I WROTE THEM. Charlene Williams has featured in a number of my earlier stories. She is a successful banker, an attractive thirty something, single woman and she buys sex. She gets a buzz from that and from the types of sex she buys. She has just received a significant promotion in the bank. This series of short stories explains just how this bizarre woman goes about celebrating her success. Chapter 1 Without a word, Charley left the bed. She picked up her mobile and sent the text she had previously prepared. She didn't even glance at the man she left lying on it. She went to the bathroom, washed her hands and gargled with mouthwash. She attended to the places on her body that had come into real contact with the man. She cleaned her lips, tongue, mouth and hands for they were what she had used to finger fuck the big, black, male hooker to a massive climax on her bed. She had needed sex. She always did after an important meeting. Whilst she was one of the leading merger and acquisition specialists in the world and was continually in high-level negotiations, no meetings were more important than the one earlier today. That meeting had been her final interview for the position of Global Managing Director of the bank's Merger and Acquisitions. She had made it. The first female in such a position in any meaningful bank in the world. And Goddard's, Big G as it was known, was the most meaningful of all banks. It was amongst the top three in everything, turnover, assets, funds under management, capital, trading and M & A activity. There really was no significant corporate activity anywhere in the world that Big G did not somehow influence. She had been aroused throughout the meeting. After it ended and she waited in another room, it was all she could do to restrain herself from going to the bathroom and masturbating. Her breasts felt full, her belly was on fire and her nipples were pounding. She knew they would harden as they always did, so she wore clothes that would hide that. She knew her panties would be wet, as they nearly always were in meetings, so she always carried spares in her briefcase. A real girl guide, she smiled. She had arranged the male hooker through an agency she had been using for a year or so now on her frequent trips to New York. They were ultra discrete, very efficient, totally non-judgemental and horrendously expensive; but then what's expensive when you are earning over a million, British pounds that is as well, a year as Charley was? Charley had few close friends and since leaving London University some twelve years ago, she had had few lovers, real lovers that is, as opposed to those she paid for. There just wasn't time for love, friendship, relationships and "normal" sex; not when you average over twelve hours a day, six days a week, have offices in London, her base, and New York, the bank's head office and travel the world doing deals. She hardly met anyone other than people in the M & A business and she religiously avoided fraternizing with them. She was determined that no extra curricular activities would ever impede her rise to the top, which so far had seemed unstoppable and had been meteoric. Today had seen the fulfillment of that rise, she had reached the top. MD, Global Mergers and Acquisitions for Goddards: fucking brilliant she thought as she stared in the mirror in the bathroom. But it really was just the start, she knew that; it was one thing getting there; quite another staying there and making it work. She knew she would have to work harder and longer and that would leave even less time for a social life, but that did not concern her at all. She was completely content with her current life-style including buying sex, for which she now had contacts almost wherever she was in the world. She had promised herself a real celebration if, no when, she got the job. In Charley's world celebration only meant one thing, wild, unusual, probably rough, paid for extreme sex. That's why a six feet three, nearly two hundred pounds, male black hooker had been lying on his front, naked on her bed in the Pierre hotel. That is why she had undressed to her holdups, oiled her shaved, pubic mound and small, pert heavily nippled breasts. It's why she joined him on the bed, why she had anal foreplay with him and it was why she had then finger fucked his arse until she made him cum. It was also why she was about to return to the bedroom. Slipping into a white, silk robe, still wearing just her black holdups, she pulled the tie at the waist into a loose bow, slipped her feet into her high heels and opened the bathroom door. Chapter 2 She looked round and then nodded appreciatively when she saw that the agency had carried out her instructions to the letter. The man had gone from the bed, which had been remade. The bed cover, supplied by the agency onto which his cum had splattered had been removed. Although he had gone from it, the bed was not empty; after all one finger fuck of a man's arse hardly represents a sexual celebration, does it? No, it was far from empty. Charley stood beside the bed, she looked at it, she ran her gaze up and down the occupant, she smiled, she nodded and she felt her arousal build up. The girl was perfect, just as she had visualized, just as she had ordered. Slim, shorter than Charley she was, as the agency had termed her, petite. She hardly had breasts at all, just little pouches of flesh and pale pink, tiny nipples. She was pretty with short hair, elfin like, came to Charley's mind as she looked at her "purchase." She was as slight and tiny as the previous occupant had been sturdy and big. She was as fragile and delicate as he was firm and bulky. She seemed as defenceless and helpless as he had been assured and confident. She was as overtly feminine as he was obviously male and she was every bit as white as he had been black. She was also as naked as he had been. "Hello, I'm Charley." "I'm Mel," the girl replied in a deep South accent that Charley found strangely attractive, although she wasn't usually very keen on accents from beneath the Mason Dixon line. "Pleased to meet you Mel." "And you ma'am." "Would you like a drink or anything Mel?" "If you are going to have one." "Are you old enough?" Charley asked, smiling. "Not really, but you won't tell anyone will you?" Mel replied. Knowing that the girl was nineteen, although she looked younger, Charley smiled at the incongruity of legally being able to pay the youngster for sex, but not give her an alcoholic drink. "I'm not fussed about a drink, but of course I wouldn't tell anyone." Charley said sitting on a chair a few feet from the bed. Charley did not take her eyes from the girl for one moment, she could not, she was captivated by her. By her prettiness, her youth, her seeming innocence, though of course being a hooker she was far from that, and by her frailness; she looked as if a breeze would blow her over. "Come here Mel," she said quietly. Charley watched the frail girl sit up, ease her slim body from the bed and move the few paces to stand in front of her. She reached out and ran the back of her fingers down the girl's hip. "Mmmm lovely, you are very, pretty Mel." "Thank you Charley, you are beautiful." "Turn round." Mel did as she was told and Charley looked in close up at her second bum of the evening. She caressed the cheeks saying, almost to herself. "Lovely, beautiful, pretty." Mel sighed and let out a low, quiet moan as Charley's fingers explored her bottom, her thighs and the puffy, bloated lips poking out between them. Charley was so gentle. Her touch was almost imperceptible and Mel may not have even felt it, had it been on other places on her body. She could not, though, avoid feeling it where her client was touching her. "Kneel down Mel," Charley instructed. Mel did as she was asked. "No facing me, lovely." Mel turned. She was close to Charley; the girl's chest was almost touching her knee, from which the skirt of the robe had slipped, so that Charley's stocking, covered leg was on show almost to the top. "Close your eyes." Charley ran her fingertips through Mel's hair, over her face, touching her eyelids, her nose, lips and chin, soft, gentle and caressing. They went down the girl's slim, long neck, along her collarbones, over both shoulders and up and down her arms. All the time Charley was looking at Mel whose eyes remained obediently, tightly closed. She ran the back of her fingertips, equally gently, across the slim chest above where the, very small swell of Mel's breast began. She worked them downwards, slowly but surely moving nearer to the pair of tiny tits. Charley ran her fingertips onto the small mounds. She moved her soft fingertips around the flesh, gently she caressed the small, but to her, lovely boobs. Moving in little circles she moved her fingers nearer and nearer to the coral, pinkness of Mel's nipples; "they're just like a boy's" she thought as her opened fingertips hovered over each little bump. She stared at the modest nipples, as her fingers got nearer. She gazed at the little aureoles as she almost touched the centres that she assumed were hard, although that was difficult to discern. Charley took a deep breath as she moved her fingers onto the nipples. She sighed as her finger flesh touched Mel's nipple flesh. They both let out low, quiet moans as Charley's fingertips closed round Mel's nipples. And then, Charley grunted loudly and Mel yelped as Charley pinched and pulled on them at the same time. She squeezed hard, harder than a woman's nipples should be squeezed, hard enough to please her and certainly hard enough to hurt Mel. The girl writhed against Charley's grip, not exactly trying to get away, for she had been warned that taking pain might be necessary with this client, more in an effort to relieve the pain. So, as Mel writhed, Charley pinched harder and as the girl squirmed so the client pulled more firmly. "Oh God," Mel moaned, her body swaying, her breasts hurting, but her eyes still closed. "Yes, you little whore," Charley, hissed, pulling harder, causing Mel to move closer. "What are you?" "A whore, a little whore." Charley moved one hand from the girl's nipple and put that behind her head. She grabbed a handful of the girl's mousy coloured hair, pulling on that combining the two pains. Mel nearly screamed, but not quite, not in a hotel, not with a client. The client pulled on the back of the hooker's head, she forced that forward, she brought it closer to her, she maneuvered the pretty face between her legs. Then, with one sudden jerk, she pulled Mel's face right against her as she snarled. "Right you little whore, suck my cunt." Charley pushed the robe aside, opened her legs wider and squashed Mel's face against her pussy. Holding the back of the hooker's head, the client laid back in the chair reveling in the young girl's lips and tongue finding their way into her soaking vagina. Ooooo, she was good, Charley acknowledged, but then practically any attention to her down there would be good right now. Mel's hands slid up the nylon covered legs onto Charley's thighs, she caressed them. They went further upwards, across the bald mound and onto the flat, taught stomach. She rubbed and caressed that as her tongue delved deeper and deeper into her client's most intimate place. She was using her tongue, her lips, her teeth and even her chin attempting to give Charley as much satisfaction as she could, although with the strong hands continually pressing on the back of her head, movement was difficult. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck yes," Charley moaned, gripping Mel's head harder and writhing herself against the girl's mouth as her first orgasm began. It flooded her with sensations. It roared through her body and consumed her mind. Her head was thrown back, her body was arched, her bum was off the chair. She raised her legs, she threw them over Mel's shoulders and pressed them together, squeezing the girl's neck, too tightly really. Due to the movement of both of them, Mel was finding it harder and harder to fuck Charley with her mouth and tongue, but she knew she had to keep trying. And she did. And Charley's climax went on. She was pulling on Mel's hair, scratching the girl's scalp and squeezing the hooker's neck as she reveled in the strident orgasm she was buying at an inordinate amount per minute. But she wanted more. She had got the relief she needed, well for the time being. The relief from the extreme pangs of sexual need brought on by the earlier meeting at the bank and the sex with the black, male hooker. Now she wanted a different type of pleasure. She wanted her way with the elfin-like girl. Chapter 3 She pushed Mel's face away and took the girl by the hand. Pulling her across the room, she almost threw the slim girl onto the bed. Mel lay on her back in the middle of it, just where she had lain when she first entered the room. She watched Charley standing beside the bed undoing the tie on the robe and slipping that off. Charley got onto the bed. She lay beside Mel putting one arm round the girl's shoulders. She pulled Mel against her so that their breasts, Charley's small ones and Mel's miniscule ones, were squashed together, the dark and size of the older woman's nipples in stark contrast to the pink smallness of the younger woman's. From just a few inches, she looked down into the young hooker's eyes. In her way, she was beautiful, Charley thought, as she bent her head forward and kissed the girl full on her lips, which dutifully opened. Charley plunged her tongue in and out of Mel enjoying the feeling of the other tongue dueling with hers. The kiss was energetic to start with, but as their bodies and mouths writhed together so their passions rose and their lips and tongues worked harder and harder and so it became even more energetic. Charley slid her hand down Mel's body. It was so slim and smooth. Her tits were almost non-existent, her nipples small, her belly was flat and there was only the merest whisp of hair on her small pubic mound. She wiggled enquiringly at the base of Mel's mound searching in the folds of flesh for the girl's clit. She found it and pressed her finger right on the stalk of gristle. Mel's entire body convulsed. Her mouth nearly fell away from Charley's, as she grunted deeply. They continued their deep and heavy kiss as Charley pushed Mel's legs apart. "Fuck she's wet," she thought as two of her fingers slid effortlessly into the hooker. Mel's body jerked as it received the intrusion of Charley's surrogate cock. It jerked more as Charley pushed a third then a fourth into the girl's small vagina. And it jerked even more as the fingers were pumped in and out like a piston. Now, their mouths parted, they had to, for both of them were moving around too much to enable the kiss to continue. Despite their squirming and movement, Charley was still able to press her breasts against Mel's face. She still managed to push her hardened nipple into the hooker's mouth and Mel still managed to suck the dark red bud. Charley slid her other hand down Mel's back. She grasped and squeezed the girl's nicely rounded bum; she pinched the cheeks, pushed them together and pulled them apart. She slid her fingers into the crease between the cheeks. She found her anus. She pressed on that. Mel grunted, but did not pull away. Charley slid her fingers further between Mel's open legs. She slid them until they found the wetness, until they found Mel's pussy, Mel's soaked pussy, Mel's soaked pussy that had four fingers up it. She pushed a finger from her left hand into that pussy so it now had five fingers up it. Mel jerked as if trying to reject the latest intruder. Charley simply pushed harder, but now not with just one finger, but two. Mel was not really able to take six fingers. She just was not big enough down there, but she had no alternative, they were in her and were starting to move in tune with the other four. She was being finger fucked by six fingers. She felt as if she would burst, as if the skin and tissue of her insides and lips would tear. The pain was intense and again she nearly screamed, but stopped herself. Charley felt the tension in Mel's body, she knew she was hurting her and that turned her on even more. She bent her head down and took one of Mel's little girl nipples into her mouth. She sucked it, hard, then harder still. She sucked it until she hurt Mel, until the girl had pain roaring through her body from her two most womanly places, her tits and her cunt. Mel was sort of cumming. She was certainly climaxing, but in a different way to how she usually did. It was not a massive orgasm, more a tingling ache that was permeating her entire body and mingling with the sharp pains from her pussy and nipples. Charley realised that. She recognised that Mel was near, but that she needed more. More than six fingers up her pussy and a mouth on her nipple, amazing! Charley moved the hand that was between Mel's legs from behind. She momentarily removed the fingers on that hand from Mel. Wiggling them between the slim thighs, she pushed her fore and middle fingers back into the soaking, crowded mess that was Mel's pussy. Then finding the girl's anus with her thumb, which she had lubricated with Mel's juices, she pressed against the tight hole. Mel knew what was coming, she knew it would hurt, but knew there was no alternative. She knew full well that part of the thousand-dollar fee was paying her to take that pain; she knew that part of it was to pay for having her arse thumb-fucked by another woman. So she pressed back with her bum. She was quite used to anal penetration and her sphincter muscle was used to being abused. Charley's thumb slid easily up Mel's arsehole. Charley had simultaneously finger-fucked a girl's arse and pussy before, several times in fact, not though with six fingers. She always marveled at the sensations on her fingertips as she pressed them together through the thin membrane separating the two passages. It was one hell of a turn on. The thumb up her arse was just the final inducement that Mel needed to cum. The pain in her vagina and that on her nipples had become warm, deep, throbbing aches. She had never before felt so filled, but then she had never before been so filled. She had never had six fingers up her pussy, and a thumb up her bum, but then what women, even hookers had? Charley kept pumping those fingers as the young girl convulsed and jerked. As the orgasm now did start to roar through her. As the sensations brought on by a combination of pain and pleasure, rocked her. As the climax ripped through her mind and body. Yes, as Charley finger fucked her cunt and thumb fucked her arse, she made Mel cum as heavily as the girl had ever cum before. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 03 I STRONGLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU READ THESE ACCOUNTS IN THE ORDER I WROTE THEM. Charlene Williams has featured in a number of my earlier stories. She is a successful banker, an attractive thirty something, single woman and she buys sex. She gets a buzz from that and from the types of sex she buys. She has just received a significant promotion in the bank. This series of short stories explains just how this bizarre woman goes about celebrating her success. Chapter 1 It was still only eight in the evening. It was still early; there was plenty of night left, plenty of time for Charley to indulge herself. Yes, that evening after the meeting when she had gained promotion to the top job in the mergers and acquisitions division of the bank, was still young and that left her hours to fulfill her fetish. Loads of time in the suite in The Pierre Hotel in New York where she could wallow in the sordid depths of paid for sex. Ample time to explore sex and sexuality with a two hundred pound, black stud and a hundred and ten pounds white waif of a girl. Ages and ages to move on from what they had done so far. The rest of the evening and night as well to explore other sexual experiences than Charley finger fucking both of them as she had done so far. Both were high class, extremely expensive hookers. They were from an agency that Charley had been using for some time now. She trusted them and they knew her likes, her needs and her desires. Important meetings always aroused Charley, She was really a business meeting junky, she often thought. It was not uncommon for her to be negotiating a key part of a massive takeover with her nipples as hard as bullets and her panties soaked with her own juices. Quite often, when there was a comfort break, it was not a pee that she went for in the ladies! As head of M & A for Goddards Bank, Big G as it was known, in Europe and the Middle East, Charley worked killer hours. Twelve to fourteen hours, six and often seven days a week were the norm. As was the punishing travel schedule that took her all over her region and to the New York Head Office most weeks, as well as going where the deals were and that included India and recently China and Russia, as well as HK, Singapore and Malaya. There was hardly a week when she wasn't on a plane somewhere and it was not at all unusual for her to fly long haul for a meeting lasting an hour or so and then fly straight back to London or on to New York. The hours and the travelling left little time for a social life. They also left little time for family, sporting, hobby or pastimes lives as well, come to that. It certainly left little time for a sex life. Well a traditional, boy meets girl, they get on well, date a bit then fuck, type of sex life that is. Charley just didn't have the time nor did she visit the places where she would meet those boys; the only ones she met were through her job. Her ambition and sense of purpose had made her vow when she came into banking straight from getting her degree from London University, that she would never mix business and pleasure in that way. And she never had. Instead, she paid for sex, she bought her pleasure. That was her convenience and her buzz. It was after big meetings that she most needed sex and it was after them that she treated herself. That she indulged her whims and gave vent to her fetish. To do that, she had developed a network of agencies in the cities she visited. They were discrete, creative with their approach, totally non-judgemental, had beautiful escorts, both male and female, could accommodate any taste or fetish and were horrendously expensive. The agency in New York was the best. They were so professional and they arranged every detail. That was why, when Charley had arrived back from the Wall Street area, the black stud she had ordered was lying on her bed, naked and face down. It was why, when she had made him cum without even seeing his face or talking to him, she had been able to walk away and lock herself in the bathroom. It was also why, when she returned a few minutes later to the bedroom, it had been refreshed and a new partner, the girl, was waiting for her in the bed. And it was why she had been able to indulge in extreme anal sex with both the male, black stud and the frail young girl. It was also why, now that Mel had sucked her to a wonderful climax, now that she had finger and thumb fucked her to an orgasm and now that Charley had had her finger deep in the black stud's arse that she called Naomi at the agency as she had said she would. Charley had left Mel lying on the bed and gone to the big bathroom; it was from there she made the call. "Is everything in order, Ms Mason?" Naomi asked using Charley's agency name. "Perfect, thank you Naomi." "Would you like me to make the other arrangements now?" "Yes please," Charley said as she turned on the shower. She showered and then dried herself on a big, fluffy towel with the hotel's name embossed in gold in the corners. She took her time for there was no rush and Naomi had to make a number of things happen. Twenty minutes or so later she was ready and she guessed the arrangements would have been made for her. Naked, she went back into the bedroom, it was empty and dark. She laid on the bed, on her front and pressed the send button on her mobile. The earlier prepared text whizzed through to Naomi. She waited. Nothing happened for a while. Then she heard the door open. She stayed still, on her front, eyes closed; her legs slightly parted her arms out from her sides. She heard some rustling and felt weight on the bed, both sides of her and beneath her feet, towards the bottom of the bed. She felt hands on her, running over her, all over her. In her hair, down her neck, across her back up and down her legs. They were gentle but persistent. Their touch was soft, half way between a caress and a massage. They were confident hands, their touch was not tentative or enquiring, but bold and assured, as if they had been invited, as of course they had been. Charley had invited them to stroke the rounded cheeks of her bum, to slide up and down her thighs, to linger on their upward sweep, linger close to, but not quite touching her pounding pussy lips. She had invited them to sweep across her back, down her sides and along the edges of her breasts. She had invited those hands to do exactly what they were doing, Touching her everywhere, slithering under her body, feeling her waist and stomach, finding her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Holding her hips, pulling her, lifting her. They were strong hands, they lifted her effortlessly, they pulled until she was kneeling, until she was on all fours, her bum stuck into the air, her pert breasts hanging down from her chest. They could now find more of her, more of her body, more of her womanly places. They cupped her breasts; they stroked her flat tummy and glided across her shaved mons. She kept her head down, her eyes closed. She didn't try to look at the hands, but then it was too dark to see anything in any case. She didn't want anything other than what the hands were doing. Stroking, caressing, rubbing, pinching and squeezing. She wanted nothing other than the wonderful sensations they were giving her as unseen they invaded every part of her body. She needed nothing other than those hands on her breasts and bum and between her legs. It was amazing the way those hands that would leave her. Everything would stop; it was as if they had never touched her. The sight deprivation changed her, it made her think and feel differently, made her think that the hands would never come back, that they had gone for good so that when suddenly they did return their impact was ultra powerful and so surprising. They may have been on her thighs immediately prior to moving away. Charley had no idea to where they would return, so when suddenly they were on her breasts, her face or her pussy the shock was staggering. The anticipation of where they would return, when they would return and what they would do to her was sublime and acute. Now though, those luxuries were put to one side. They were put to one side, because the hands were not leaving her. No, they were staying on her, staying on her and staying in her, staying in her and staying up her. On her breasts, her nipples, her face, her tummy, her thighs and her smooth pubic mound and throbbing, exposed clit. In her and up her. In her mouth, up her pussy and in the crease of her bum. They were pressing against her anus, just as she had pressed enquiringly against Mel's and the black stud's. And just as both of them had, she also pressed back, she also accepted their invitation, Charley also silently said, yes you can invade my arse. And invade it they did. She was cumming continually, her climax just went on and on, Charley was experiencing a perpetual orgasm. Her legs were wide open; she was still on all fours. She had fingers up her and hands on her body everywhere. But now there was a lot more, lots, lots more, for now she could also feel other things. She could feel faces, lips, mouths and tongues. She could feel legs and bodies and wonderfully, marvellously, incredibly and amazingly erotically she could feel cocks. Erect cocks, hard cocks, throbbing cocks. Cocks that were ready to fuck, ready to fuck her, to fuck her cunt and fuck her arse. Smooth cocks, hot cocks, long cocks, thick cocks and most stupendously, she could feel four cocks. Yes, there were four men at least touching her. And more, for she could feel breasts, women's' breasts, women's' bellies, women's' thighs and women's' pussies. There was an orgy of people on that bed. A mass, a crowd, a group; all sightless due to the dark, but all naked, all aroused and all ready to address every single sexual need that Charley may have. And right at the moment in the midst of celebrating her promotion and after the sex with Mel and the black stud, she had plenty. A cock was pressed against her face. She took hold of it and wrapped her lips round it. It tasted good and felt great in her mouth. She sucked it, hard, long and greedily. Another was sliding into her pussy, easily, smoothly and so stimulatingly. Another was trying to get up her anal passage. Her position on all fours clearly was not ideal for that. The two men manhandled her so that she straddled one while the other eased himself into her arse from behind, real doggy style! Another was pressed into her hand, she started to masturbate it. Soft hands and even softer lips were on her breasts, her mons and her clit. The men were fucking her, the women were adoring her; the men were having sex with her; the women were making love to her. The difference was incredible, the similarities wonderful, the combination was out of this world. The cocks and the mouths, the lips and gentle fingers changed, frequently. How many times she was fucked, she had no idea, how many cocks she sucked she couldn't count and could care even less. And how many women, kissed, licked and sucked her mouth, her breasts, her nipples and clit was irrelevant really. The only thing that really counted for Charley was that her body was subjected to extreme sex for the best part of an hour. She woke up. She hadn't even realised she had slept. She was alone. Her watch told her it was two in the morning; she had slept for four hours. Instinctively Charley reached for her phone and checked her messages. As usual, there were loads. Her mind quickly calculated the time differences between the main markets. It was still early morning in London and Frankfurt, but business would be well under way in Dubai and the Mid East, where it was around ten and dealings would be winding up in the Far East and Australia. Were, She'd kept in touch with the far flung places where she had deals running and a quick glance at the txts told her there was not any panics. There was, though, one from Naomi. It read. "I hope everything was to your satisfaction. The group left at ten, but I have them on standby if you would like them to return. Of course, if you want anything at all please don't hesitate to call me, anytime." Charley smiled appreciating the efficiency and thoughtfulness of Naomi and the escort agency. As she eased her tired, aching body out of the bed she felt the stickiness on her body and her mind went back to the last knockings of the orgy. "You can cum anywhere on me," she had moaned as one of the guys had said he was near. She hadn't actually meant that they all could, but the sensation as cum splattered on her face, breasts, belly and arse at pretty much the same time was something special. It was also something she had never done before and Charley enjoyed new experiences. She took a slow, warm bath. It made her relax and feel good. It seemed to ease away not only the aches and soreness of the massive fuck she'd had, but also the sexual tension that had been with her all afternoon and evening. She was tempted to call Naomi, but thought better of it. Enough is enough, she thought. After all she had started her promotion celebrations at six by finger-fucking the black stud's arse. She had continued at around seven with Mel and then from eight to ten she had been gang banged by what she knew were five male hookers. Enough for any girl in one evening she smiled getting out of the bath. The memories of the evening wouldn't leave her though. They kept reverberating round her head. She kept reliving what she had done to the black, male hooker, what she and Mel had enjoyed and what the unseen men and women had done to her. That had its inevitable influence on her As she stood inspecting her body for bruises, bites, pinches and scratches looking in the full length mirrors in the huge, marble tiled wall and floor bathroom, her nipples hardened, her breasts felt full and a tingling started in her crotch. "Fucking hell, I'm becoming insatiable," she said to her reflection as she watched the hands in the mirror cupping the small breasts, each of which had some fierce red marks on them. Not decided whether to call Naomi or go to her bed and masturbate, Charley shrugged into the white dressing gown she had worn earlier. She walked into the lounge and poured herself a vodka; she doubted whether she would sleep much more without drugging herself with her favourite drink and thought she would have one then decide whether to stay up or get plastered and sleep. She turned on the plasma TV not really expecting to find much to stimulate her at this time of night, but knew she could always be absorbed for a while in Bloomberg or CNN. She had just settled down on the chaise longue when the buzzer went on her door. As tough and as self-sufficient a cooky as she was, the buzz at this time of night scared her at first. Then her rational mind clicked in and she realised that there was security on the elevators and on each floor. She flicked on the video that showed who was at the door and smiled when she saw who it was. When she opened the door, the man in the dark suit and brilliant white shirt had his back to her. He turned and in a replica of that scene in Love Actually held up a white card about two feet by one. It read, "I'm on the house." She laughed. "Hi Carl how are you?" "Fine Ms Williams, fine and you," the first black stud that Charley had ever had replied. He came into the suite. "Naomi felt you might like some company." He said his eyes boring into hers. "Completely on the house, completely without commitment and completely whatever you want." Charley couldn't help smiling at what he said, or being impressed at the thoughtfulness of the agency. "It's lovely to see you again Carl," she said not flinching or moving her face to avoid the kiss he planted on her cheek and the arm he slid round her waist. "And you Charley," he replied, not moving either his body or arm away from her. They stood staring at each other for a moment, slight grins on their faces and glints of anticipation in their eyes. Charley wondered whether he was thinking back to the time they had spent together just on a year ago. "No white suit this time?" he laughed. He was referring to the tight, white, Armani suit she had worn when he came to her room in the old Plaza hotel. The white suit that, for some reason, had played such a part in the long night of sex. The suit that he had kept on her as they had very energetic and quite violent sex on the floor, in the shower and in the bed of her suite. "No, not this time," she smiled. "Have you had a nice evening, so far?" "Yes, so far it has been very nice, thank you?" She felt his hand move so that his fingers were right on hip. He squeezed it, "And is it going to continue?" He asked. Charley looked into his eyes and immediately knew that it was going to. She leaned forward and kissed him, they had been very touchy feely and had kissed a lot the previous time. It had been the combination of him roughing her up and being immensely tender, that had made the time extra special. Feeling bold and rather outrageous, due probably to this unexpected, but very welcome gesture by the agency, Charley, smiled at him, then turned her back, Slowly walking across the lounge emphasizing the sway of her hips, she undid the tie of her robe. Without looking back for even one second, Charley eased the robe off her shoulders and down her back and arms, dropping it to the floor just as she went through the doorway. "That's your answer Carl," Charley called out lying naked on the bed. "And what a great one," he said as he followed her and stood beside the bed looking down at her slim, lithe figure and fit, taught totally naked body. Charley watched, as one by one, Carl undid the buttons on his sparkling white shirt. He pulled it from the waistband of his trousers and dropped it on the floor. His physique was, if anything, better than she recalled. Not too "muscelly" but with each one nicely defined his black skin glistened as Charley ran her gaze over his firm, not very hairy chest. He held her gaze as he undid his belt and slowly eased his zip down. Carl rolled the black, lightweight trousers down and stepped out of them. She almost gasped at the sight before her. He looked awesome, amazing, magnificent and so fucking fanciable Charley felt her arousal starting strongly. He clearly wasn't erect, nowhere near, for the bulge in his tight, white CKs, although big, was just in one place and not spread right up to his naval, as it would be, if he was hard. They were staring into each other's eyes, then roaming their gazes unashamedly across the others body. They were smouldering and lusting at each other. There were no inhibitions for either of them. With paid sex there doesn't have to be, there's no judgements, no moral standards, no social conventions and nothing expected or given other than money and sex. A totally equitable bargain, the banker in Charley and the male whore in Carl, considered as he ran his hand over his bulge. He slid a few fingers into the waistband, pulled that down and inch or so and raised his eyebrows at Charley. She smiled and said. "Stop fucking around and get your kit off you tart." Putting on a mock gay accent Carl replied. "Oooo you madam, you know me so well." The both laughed, but nevertheless he slid his pants down. Charley gasped when it came into view. She had forgotten just what size it was. "Jesus Christ, come here," she growled holding her arms out to him. "Get me hard ma'am, I need some help, you think you can give me any?" Carl asked moving forward and kneeling on the bed. Charley sat up and wrapped her arms round his hips, her fingers grabbing the firm, wonderfully round and magnificently full cheeks of his arse. He let his hands fall down and he stroked her hair and face. She snuggled her face and lips against his cock. It had started to move. She reached up and held it. It was warm and so smooth. She ran her tongue along it as Carl gently and tenderly stroked and caressed her. She could feel it hardening. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 03 "You fucking animal," she groaned as she kissed then licked the very tip of his uncircumcised penis. "Mmmm," he said softly, "it takes one Charley to know one, doesn't it?" "Exactly," she said, just before she opened her mouth and slid the end of his cock between her lips. There can few more erotic things for a woman than to have a man's erection come to life inside her mouth. Not only does the fact that she is making that happen arouse her, but also the actual physical sensation of his flesh hardening and thickening is such a turn on. And that is exactly what happened for Carl and Charley. Despite all the experiences, all the sensations, all the emotional highs and all the physical demands of the varied and extended sexual activities to which she had treated herself this evening, her body was once again zinging with feelings. Feelings from being naked with him, feelings from seeing his gorgeous body, feelings from his roaming hands, feelings from having him in her mouth and feelings from what she knew was soon going to happen; her being fucked by his huge, hard cock. The mere thought of that made her shudder. On top of all those feelings there was, however, one more that gave her particularly strong emotional sensations that quickly converted into physical reactions. That was that she and Carl were starting to make love. It was more than when they had had sex before and much, much more than her simply being fucked by this gorgeous black hunk. She orally made love to his dick as he used his hands and fingers to lovingly caress and stroke her head, her hair, her face and her shoulders. They laid down, his cock still deep in her mouth, now in a position where he could reach her breasts. His hands and gentle, yet insistent, fingers expertly aroused even more her small mounds and acutely hard and sensitive nipples. He gave her tits the tender, loving attention they so rarely received and usually didn't want, but right now was exactly what her mind and body cried out for. He wiggled round so that his head could slither down her body. He came out of her mouth. That, though, only provided her with the opportunity to love other parts of his amazing body with her mouth, lips, tongue, teeth and fingers. And love them she did. His face, his chest, his breasts, his thighs, his back, his shoulders, his waist, his feet, his groins, his pubic mound and, of course, his balls and arse. "Is there any part of this man that I cannot love or adore," Charley was thinking as from his movements he presented her with a veritable feast of his flesh. His tongue touching her cunt for the first time that evening was like receiving a huge electric shock. He body shuddered as a deep moan escaped from her mouth. "Oh yes, oh my fucking hell yes," she moaned, gripping his cock harder and opening her legs wider as he slid his tongue so expertly around her clit and along her lips. They made mutual oral love. The made it tenderly and energetically, fully and comprehensively, wonderfully and more magically than Charley had known possible. "I'm so near Charley," Carl groaned his hands gripping the back of the head that he was now so obviously fucking. "Yes Carl, yes," Charley grunted, the mass of flesh she was avidly licking, kissing sucking and gently biting inhibiting the amount she could say. "I want to cum," he said, starting to pull himself out. "I am cumming," Charley moaned, all rational thought vanishing from her mind as that and her body was filled with sensations and emotions. She was holding the, quite large, length of his cock that couldn't get into her mouth, stroking and pumping it as he thrust himself in and out. "Where Charley, where?" So involved was she with his fantastic cock, Charley couldn't reply. Her mind was reeling so much from the sexual stimulants that it hardly even took in what he was saying. What she did realise was that he was trying to take it from her, trying to deny her the pleasure of his cock, he was trying to take it out of the surrogate cunt she was so willingly and enthusiastically providing with her mouth. And that she didn't want. She clung onto it as he moaned. "You've done me, you've got me, you filthy bitch, you white slut." "Good," she grunted back, "I wanted to do you, you black whore." His voice was showing concern, though, as he again tried to pull it out." "Where do you want me to cum Charley, where?" Her reply was simple; it was straightforward, clear, obvious and very welcome to Carl. She held his cock even more firmly, pushed her mouth further along it's hard, full length, closed her lips tightly around it and by those action indicated very evidently just where she wanted his cum. The feelings as his spunk splattered against the back of her mouth was everything and more Charley remembered from the only other time she had let a man cum in her mouth. There was the enormously powerful sensation of having made him climax, purely using her mouth, the incredibly strong feelings of giving, something she rarely did in sex, being naturally more of a taker and the sheer exhilaration of the power of his cock exploding in her mouth as her orgasm exploded over her. Carl stayed the night. Charley spent most of it cuddled up to him, his strong arms around her, his firm chest providing the perfect pillow for her head. They made "proper" love later, sometime in the middle of the night. They also had tender, loving sex when they woke in the morning. They showered together, they had breakfast together, they talked, a lot, they laughed and they revelled in the sheer pleasure of being together. It was so different for both of them. Her not buying, him not selling, both simply giving; a new experience for this pair of sexually maladjusted adventurers. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 04 Another celebration of Charley Williams promotion to MD of Global Mergers and Acquisitions for a major investment bank * "Don't stop, don't stop, keep going," Charley was thinking. "Don't stop your hand, let it go all the way." The feeling as the girl's fingers slid up the inside of her heavily oiled thigh was amazing. The sensation as they reached that patch of supersensitivity an inch or so down her thigh, sent shudders of lust and pleasure through her. Charley was at a very upmarket spa in a converted country house in the Cotswolds, near to Blenheim Palace where Winston Churchill was born and is buried. She was giving herself another reward for her promotion, a weekend being pampered at a health resort and spa. She had been there since Saturday lunchtime and had enjoyed a number of treatments. She had luxuriated at having the time to relax and have her hair cut and styled properly, as opposed to having a hair stylist come to her apartment, usually around nine in the evening for a quick cut and blow dry. She had revelled in laying back and having a full facial, a manicure and pedicure. She had swum, had saunas been in the steam rooms and had spent time in the gym, stretching and using the various machines. It was a pure indulgent luxury being away from her Blackberry and phone, using time for herself instead of the bank or clients and doing nothing other than have pleasure. On the Sunday afternoon following a light lunch after using the jacuzzi, having a leisurely swim, spending a time in the aromatic steam room and taking several showers, Charley had decided to have a full body massage She opened her legs a little further, hopefully dropping a strong hint. Nothing happened, other than those tantalizing hands sliding up and down her thigh, seemingly going ever nearer to her pussy. God how she ached to feel them on her. Lying face down her eyes shut, Charley found difficulty in recalling just what the masseuse looked like. She knew she was fairly stocky and not stunningly attractive, but recalled her large breasts. And lying there hoping for the fingers to slide further and slip inside her, Charley imagined the masseuse opening her white tunic and offering her breasts to her. As aroused as Charley was becoming, so Gretta, the Norwegian masseuse, was also feeling the same. It was unusual, but not unknown, for a guest to want relief on the table in the spa. It could be risky to offer more when it was not wanted. It could cost the masseuse her job. They were not part of the service, although most of them did get lucky now and then. Was this to be her day? Gretta was thinking as she looked down on the lithe, slightly olive skinned, naked woman on her massage table. As per standard procedures, Gretta had draped a couple of large towels over the client, theoretically to preserve their modesty. As usual with an attractive client, Gretta laid the towels so they covered the woman from mid-way down her back to mid thigh. Against procedure for far more flesh was on show than there should be, but Gretta looked on that as her perk. She wasn't sure, but thought she had seen some of the tell tale signs with this attractive client, who she had learned was in a very powerful position in bank, a real career woman. Those little squirms, quiet sighs, slight grunts and small movements. Was this client a player, she wondered, her practiced hand slipping a little higher, a little nearer, a little closer to that pretty pussy? Charley didn't know the form. How could she, she'd rarely been to such a place before, she just did not have the time. Would she be kicked out if she asked the masseuse to relieve her? Would she be reported by her if she made any overtures or asked for sexual favours? Would the masseuse be offended if she was too obviously being sexually thrilled by her? God it was becoming hard not to show something. The hands were moving more slowly, but felt to be more purposeful, more teasing, closer to her lips. Please, please, she screamed inside, as involuntarily she lifted herself the tiniest amount from the massage table. Had the masseuse seen that? Had she noticed? She wondered pressing herself more firmly to the bed. Hmmm, Gretta thought, she's feeling something, but is she a quiet one? Up and down, up and down she slid her hands, slowly, now pressing far more softly than earlier, now almost caressing the lovely thighs, now going so close, now sort of asking permission, now almost stopping at the top of each sweep. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Charley was saying in between reciting the seventeen times table backwards in her head in an effort to take her mind off the masseuse, her tits and hands and her own aching cunt. She couldn't, though, stop her legs opening a little more. Had the masseuse noticed, she asked herself again? Of course Gretta had, it was her job to notice such things, to see such signs, to be aware of a woman's needs. After all she had been lesbian all her life. As she slid her hands tantalizingly slowly up Charley's thigh, she imagined what it would be like to fuck this gorgeous creature. She didn't often get the chance of having sex with such a lovely woman, her type were usually, older and fatter and often quite ugly as well. But the signs looked so good. Despite that she had to be careful. Get it wrong, get reported and she could easily be fired and probably struck off the register. Get it right, though, and the heaven of Charley's body would be hers. Charley's body jerked. Obviously and clearly it jumped as she grunted. It evidently shuddered as the side of the masseuse's hand touched her. As it brushed, very softly against her lips, as it, so gently it could be claimed to be accidental, rubbed against her. Gretta was testing the waters. A brief touch, quickly move away, look at the reaction and decide what next. She could see that Charley's lips were glistening with the lubrication of her arousal, a good but not totally indicative sign. She saw the body jerk. Again, an encouragement but not a conclusive indicator of the client's acceptance. She'd had the touch, she'd moved away, she'd looked at the reaction. What next? More of the same. Another touch, a longer contact. Move away, watch the jerk and shudder and listen to the low moan. Another touch, firmer, harder. The lovely pert bum lifted off the bed, but still there was no clear indicator. Fuck it. The touch was like an electric shock, but was it an accident? Maybe I'm imagining it? Charley thought not confident to let herself go. Not assured enough to do what she would most like to do; roll over, open her legs, raise her knees, rip the masseuse's coat open, bury her face between those great, big tits and scream, fuck me. Gretta was pretty, but not completely, sure that Ms Williams wanted it. All her instincts told her that this elegant young woman was up for it. Her experienced fingers could feel the tension building in the slim body, her ears heard the slight, but encouraging, sounds slipping involuntarily from the slightly too thin lips for the woman to be called beautiful, mouth. She was even fairly sure that she could smell the familiar muskiness of arousal. She knew she had to crank up the pressure, turn the screw a bit, take a chance and go for it. But she was a cool Scandinavian and she rarely let her emotions get the better of her and she never took undue risks. "Would you turn over please?" she said in perfect English, though, Charley thought, in a slightly tight voice. As Charley started lifting and turning her body Gretta's first reaction was to turn her back as she had been trained and as the procedures specified. "Never look at the client's naked body, turn away, hold the towels up and avert your gaze," were the clear instructions." What Gretta should have done, was take the towels from the client's body, lift them up, turn away and then, when the client was on her back, drape the towel over her body covering her from above her breasts to her knees. Then, when the massage was restarted, just that portion of towel needed to expose the part, arm, shoulder, thigh or calf, that was being treated should be peeled back. That was the procedure, the proper way of turning a client over. Yes, that was what Gretta should have done, but she didn't. Instead, after she lifted the towels from Charley, she let one drop to floor unnoticed, she did not turn away or avert her gaze, she did not hold the towel up, she did not provide cover for Charley and, most certainly, she did not avert her gaze from the superb naked body that turned over on the bed in front of her. What she did was hold the towel by her side and stare at the lithe nakedness that was slowly revealed to her appreciative gaze as Charley turned onto her back. Charley had not been to many spas and, but was familiar with the way that masseuses acted when she turned over. She was surprised at how different this was. Was this just an oversight, maybe the way it was done by the more liberal and sexually liberated Scandinavians? She didn't know and wondered, was it another sign, an invitation, a request, maybe? Laying back she was part relieved, part pissed and part excited, when Gretta moved beside the massage couch and started to arrange the towel. Again the normal spa procedure was to do that in a discrete way that minimized any possible embarrassment for the client. Usually one, or even two or three large towels were used so that all but the part of the body that was being worked upon remained covered. Charley was pissed because Gretta started to cover her, relieved because she wasn't being forced to make a decision, for she still could not make out whether anything untoward was happening or whether it was all in her mind, and excited, because the masseuse used just one towel and a smallish one at that. As Charley lay back, Gretta gazed down at the naked body. Were the nipples inflated, was that liquid glistening on the neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hairs, she wondered as she placed the towel on her client's body? Purposefully, indicatively, suggestively and hopefully the Norwegian lesbian arranged the towel so that one edge was just millimeters above her client's quite dark nipples, the other just a few centimeters down her thighs. Standing behind Charley, Gretta worked first of all on the slim shoulders. It was easy work, for it was more skin and bone than deep tissue and muscle, other than the shoulder and, of course, those lovely, little tits, she smiled to herself as she concentrated on the massage, wondering if she would get to feel them. Charley had closed her eyes as the massage had restarted and she was appreciating Gretta's skill as the fingers dug into the muscles across her shoulders. She opened her eyes and sneaked glances at the masseuse as Gretta moved alongside the table and started to work on Charley's upper arm. She was certainly a big girl, Bigger than any woman Charley had been with. But then all but a couple of those, the two girls she had been with at uni., had been hookers, and when you paid up to a grand a night you got what you wanted, you got what money of that level bought, beautiful girls with beautiful bodies. This was different. This was real life, this was two women exploring, testing and investigating; things Charley knew little about for the murderous hours she put into her job left her little time for normal seductions. So she was big, so what? There was a prettiness about her face, she had nice eyes, alright her nose was big and her mouth was non-descript, but her short blonde hair was attractive. She had broad shoulders, but then massage probably required that, her waist was, at best, chunky and she had an obvious tummy bulge. And yes when she had turned away Charley had seen she had quite a big, but not huge bum and her legs were, if the describer was being generous, sturdy. But her tits were clearly huge and hey, where the fuck had that cleavage come from? Cheeky cow she's undone a button or two Charley realised closing her eyes again and letting the dual feelings of being massaged and maybe being seduced as well, wash over her. Gretta placed Charley's left arm back on the table, under the towel. She moved round and massaged the other arm and placed that alongside Charley's body, also under the towel. She massaged both feet and legs beneath the knees. Dead straight, no hints or suggestions. She prided herself on giving a great massage and whether she got to fuck Ms Williams or not, she wanted to make sure her massage was memorable. Onto the legs, the upper legs, Charley's thighs. Gretta poured oil onto the right thigh, on the inside, high up, just where the towel ended. Charley almost went. "Mmmmmmm," so good did it feel as the warm, almond oil drizzled across and down her thighs. "Just like cum juices," she thought to herself adding an "oh fuck" that she feared she may actually have said, when the magic fingers glided up and down her thigh. It felt so good. It was softer and smoother than before. That was purposeful; it was Gretta's seduction sliding, as she smilingly described it. It was not really a massage now, more a caress really, but one with sufficient comparability to a massage so she could not be accused of overt seduction. No the skill, or art, was to put the idea into the client's mind and let them decide. Nearly always they did, but now and then you got one that wanted it, but wouldn't give into her feelings and wouldn't join in; they just took and didn't give back. The towel moved up a little on each sweep of the hands, It also slowly slid sideways as Gretta's hip "accidentally" pushed it. Charley didn't realise this. She couldn't see, for she had her eyes tightly closed. She was willing the hands that she now looked on as her friends, to go further, not to stop, but they did. Her body was tense, her emotions all over the place as, unbeknown to her the towel moved upward at the bottom and slid sideways at the top. By moving just a little way down Charley's body Gretta could look up inside the towel and could see the glistening pussy lips. By glancing up she could see the dark pink, almost brownness of Charley's nipples, not all of them, but just the top of each one. This was becoming an agony for Charley, an agony but one of such pleasure and excitement. One of the hands now seemed to be almost permanently at the top of one her thighs, squeezing, stroking, caressing and massaging. Nearer and nearer to the paradise for both of them that nestled between her legs, that had now opened, without her hardly realising, nearly as far as they could go. Her bottom was squirming a little, lifting off the bed as she rolled her head to one side, her eyes tightly closed her mouth opening and shutting as she gasped for breath. Gretta saw those gestures, She recognised the signs, but then that was her job to see when a woman was responding to her advances. She saw that Charley was responding, but not overtly. And she noted that her quarry was not opening up, not giving into her advances, not acknowledging what was happening to her. Maybe she wants it but doesn't want to own up to that and fully share it with me, Gretta thought, as her hand, less discretely now, pushed against the towel lifting it further so that a few stray straggles of dark pubic hairs poked out beneath the edge of the material. Charley knew that Gretta could not avoid seeing the reaction her overtly sexual massage was having on her. Any woman would see it, any masseuse would see it and, certainly any lesbian masseuse would see it. And Gretta did. She saw the reaction, she was thrilled by it and she fully intended to take complete advantage of it. She saw the body lift off the table a little, the legs open wider, the head roll from side to side and now, the beautifully manicured fingernails gripping the side of the table. She shimmied her hip against the towel level with Charley's waist. It slid down and across the client's body. Charley's right breast was now almost completely uncovered. It was perfect, Gretta thought, smiling as she saw with extreme pleasure that the nipple was erect, upright and clearly very hard. Charley could not really have missed knowing that her breast was bare, but she did nothing to acknowledge that. Gretta smiled knowingly as she again rubbed her hip against the modestly sized towel in effect pulling it across Charley's body. The top had now slid down each breast and the side, the one across the massage table from Gretta, had ridden so far up and across the slim body that the side of that breast, the waist, hip and outer thigh were all revealed. Obviously, the edge by Charley had slid down the table so that it almost touched the floor. Gretta revelled in being able to roam her gaze over both of Charley's tits and hard nipples and at the same time see her glistening pubes and clearly soaked pussy. It was time. Now was right. She had done her job and the moment was here. Her prize awaited her, she deserved it; she had earned it. With another shrug of her hip she caused the towel to fall from Charley's body completely, she revealed everything, she exposed all, she made her client totally naked. Charley whimpered with sexual relief and delight as she realised what Gretta had done. But she didn't open her eyes, do or say anything and she did not acknowledge that she was now ripe and ready for whatever Gretta wanted to do to her. And Gretta, of course, now wanted everything, it was her right. With no hesitation, Gretta placed her right hand on Charley's left tit. She squeezed it and felt the first surge of orgasm hit her. She lost all inhibitions and doubts, concerns or worries, she felt bold and adventurous and so fucking aroused that she knew for sure she would cum. She knew as equally certainly that she would also make Charley cum. Her left hand slid up from Charley's knee to mid-thigh, she paused for a moment, almost as if she was taking aim. Charley had audibly groaned as the fingers had found her breast and squeezed the soft, so sensitive flesh. She pushed the pliant orb against the hand and luxuriated in the sensations that surged through her as the fingers squeezed back. At that moment she knew for sure that the sturdy masseuse would make her cum. She momentarily wondered if Gretta would cum with her? But those thought were rudely cast from her mind. Her brain went into an almost trancelike state, there was no room for other thoughts, other considerations or other ponderings as Gretta's hand now moved quickly, surely and confidently. As the masseuse resumed her magical journey up Charley's slim, smooth and very open thighs. As she closed the gap between her hand and its journey's end. As Gretta shoved three straightened fingers right up Charley's cunt. Charley felt she might explode, so extreme were the feelings as Gretta used her fingers just like a cock and began to fuck the younger woman. Gretta's body jerked as her fingers felt the familiar, warm stickiness of the inside of another woman's pussy. She pumped them in and out and bent forward taking the hugely swollen nipple into her mouth. She sucked, Charley pushed against her mouth. Gretta plunged her fingers as far inside the pussy as they would go and held them there, rigid and unmoving, inviting her quarry to respond. Charley pushed her cunt as firmly against Gretta's fingers as she could. All pretence, all acting, all make-believe, all subterfuge that nothing was really happening ended. Charley acknowledged, as clearly as Gretta displayed, that she was being fucked by another woman on a massage table. Charley gave into the feelings and moaned and grunted, grabbing hold of Gretta's wrist pulling the hand and fingers more firmly against her aching womanhood. Gretta pressed back as much as the pressure from her client's grip allowed. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 04 But Gretta wanted more. Yes for sure she wanted to make this gorgeous woman climax. She wanted the very rare pleasure of having sex with a beautiful young woman. And she wanted to please and satisfy her. But she also wanted to make her squirm, writhe and convulse with sexual ecstasy. She wanted to make Charley acknowledge that she, a plain, overweight Norwegian dyke was giving her a massive climax and she wanted her client to give something back. Charley was cumming. It was one of those orgasms that build up slowly holding her just below the peak for some time. A lovely orgasm, a wonderful one, a totally satisfying one. But one that needs just a little more to tip her over the edge. Gretta was so excited and aroused she had almost forgotten about her own pleasure and needs. Seeing just how much Charley was receiving from her made Gretta feel bold and brave. Why not she thought, raising one hand up her body? I'll do it, she said to herself finding the top press stud on her white tunic. She wants more, she hoped fiddling the first second and third studs open. Her huge breasts were encased in a pretty, white lace bra, It was strong enough to provide the support she needed, but delicate and transparent enough to hide little. She eased one mound out of the bra and leaning forward ran the nipple across Charley's face. Charley immediately recognised the sensation and she opened her eyes. Again she whimpered, again she grunted and again she groaned. She reached up and held the breast. It felt good and she eased the massively erected nipple towards her mouth. Gretta could hardly believe this was happening to her. That a woman of such beauty and style as Charley was about to suck her tits. Charley forgot all about Gretta's plain looks, sturdy build and big arse. All she could think about was the girl's great big tits. The soft, puffy mounds of flesh capped by the coral pink, aereolae and oversized nipples. The full breasts that even now she was starting to feed her mouth on. Pulling them towards her Charley sucked a nipple into her mouth,surprised, pleased and unusually massively excited by its size. It was bigger, longer, rounder and sturdier than any nipple she had sucked before. But then, nearly all of the women she had been with were hookers or escorts, women who earned their living by selling their beauty and great bodies. She just didn't go with "normal" women with the imperfections of normality. Gretta was thrilled looking at the lovely face, the almond shaped, tightly closed, immaculately made up eyes, the pert nose, the long neck and short, dark hair of the woman she was making love with. Her heart pounded as she watched the beautifully shaped mouth encircle her big, hard nipple and suck that in between the perfect, white teeth. They made her wince with pain and jump with the intense surge of pleasure that roared through her entire body, as they bit, with just about the right amount of pressure into the sensitive, pink, erect, rubbery flesh. But now, having started to finger fuck her client and having offered her big, soft tits to her, the greed and adventurousness of high level sexual arousal got to her. Her aspirations and ambitions for their lovemaking, as she was now looking at it, increased. She wanted more, she felt she deserved more and was determined to give it a damn good try to get more. She had one thought in mind, one aim, one objective and one thing she was focusing on; that was pushing her face between those open, lithe tanned thighs and shoving her tongue right up Charley's cunt. She turned her body pulling the floppy tits away from Charley's mouth as she slid her head down the slim, nude body. Charley groaned as the breast flesh left her, she couldn't understand why or work out what was happening at first. But when she opened her eyes and saw Gretta's hip was pressing against her arm, just by her elbow, Gretta's bum was pointed at her, Gretta's hands were gripping her thighs and Gretta's face was slipping between her legs, she understood. Charley opened her legs further, offering her masseuse her complete availability. She pulled her feet up towards her bottom, bending her legs at the knee, raising her thighs, opening them further and offering her most intimate and most intensely womanly place to the lesbian masseuse. Gretta saw and appreciated Charley's total capitulation. It thrilled her so much to realise that this beauty was giving everything she had to her, a modest, lumpy, overweight, quite plain, Norwegian dyke. Had someone told her this would happen she wouldn't have believed them, it was almost unimaginable. But as her tongue explored the velvety soft, smoothness and as that and her lips found the warm, wetness, so she knew it most certainly was happening. Charley was cumming continually. She was having one ongoing orgasm that built up, almost reached its peak and then settled there, before building up again. It was as though someone was moving the goalposts, however, for every time she seemed as if she was going to reach the peak, that moved and went higher and higher. Gretta was holding Charley's thighs apart, her face fully between them, her tongue darting everywhere, round the lips, in the folds, on and alongside the clitoris and inside the wet , hot cavity. Now, just as Gretta had wanted more so did Charley. She managed to wiggle one hand between her naked body and Gretta's searching for the soft flesh of those great big tits. That thrilled Gretta and she lifted herself a bit so her lover could find them, hold them and squeeze them. But if that thrilled her what happened next was beyond her descriptive powers to define. She felt the back of her white tunic, moving up her legs. She felt the air on her upper thighs. She felt a hand on her big, white, sensible knickers, She felt that hand between her legs. She felt it on the gusset of her panties, on the wet material covering her soaked and aching pussy. And then she felt it trying to wiggle its way inside the gusset. She was in disbelief. It seemed so incredible. It had never happened to her before during a massage and certainly never before with such a stunner as Charley. Gretta opened her legs, she made available to Charley exactly what Charley wanted, her cunt. Gretta grunted as the fingers slid up her. She moaned into the folds of the pussy she was licking as she felt those fingers surging up and down her. And she groaned as those fingers started to make her cum. She redoubled her oral ministrations and she tried to open her chunky thighs even more, but couldn't. But that didn't matter, nothing mattered now. Nothing mattered to either of them. Nothing that is other than gorging themselves on the flood of sensations that roared through both of them. No, nothing mattered to the stunning, young, bi MD of an investment bank or to the plain, Norwegian, lesbian masseuse other than that they were fucking each other to a magnificent mutual orgasm. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 05 The unique way a unique woman celebrates her promotion to MD of Global Mergers and Acquisitions for a major investment bank, by getting royally fucked in a variety of ways. * Chapter 1 As Charley boarded the SAS flight to Copenhagen at Heathrow, she knew she was starting the real celebration of her promotion. She had made it to the top job in Mergers and Acquisitions in the bank. Her dream had come true, her ambition had been achieved. She was the global head of M & A for Goddards, big G as it was known everywhere. She had firstly celebrated in New York the day she had received the expected news "Congratulations Charley, the job is yours," the Chairman of the bank had said shaking her hand. Her celebration that night was, to say the least, a little unusual. It was having a male and female hooker come to her suite at the Pierre Hotel and for her to fuck both of them. That the agency she bought her sex from in New York had seen fit to send a free sample later in the evening, was simply an additional bonus. And that they had the thoughtfulness to send Carl, the male hooker who had been her first black, paid for fuck, was just more icing on the cake. Nice icing though, for he fucked her brains out with his huge dick that Charley had so fallen for. That had been unplanned, well Carl that is, not the other two, for she had booked them from the first class lounge at Heathrow just as she was about to fly to New York. She usually did that when she was going to be away for a few days, as she was so often. Some time age she had discounted a traditional lifestyle. Her work and ambition precluded that. Seventy and eighty hour, always six and often seven day weeks didn't leave much time for dating. Her enormous drive and clear ambition to get to the top in the male bastion of mergers and acquisitions put her apart from most men. She scared the shit out of all but the few that were as driven and determined as she, and most she met like that, worked in the business as lawyers, bankers or accountants. Charley had made a vow when she took the first step up the banking ladder after leaving London University with a good degree, never to mix business with pleasure. So far she had kept that vow, so she owed nobody any favours and had no dependence on anyone in the industry. Alright, it meant some called her aloof, many thought of her as the ice maiden and not a small number were convinced she was lesbian. Typical men, she often thought, just because I don't let them get in my knickers I must be gay. Charley was far from being a lesbian. True, she was bisexual and could get as much pleasure from sex with a lovely woman as she could from a hunky man, but she didn't categorise her sexuality. She enjoyed it so she bought it when and where she wanted with men and women and both. To organise that safely and conveniently, she had built up a network of highly reliable, totally discrete agencies in the major cities she visited as part of her job, Frankfurt, Dubai, New York, Paris and recently Mumbai and Beijing. And as she had on her last trip to New York for the final interview for the Global MD job, she set up her "dates" just as she was about to board her flight. Why? Just a tradition really she thought. She didn't have time to develop relationships, shit she didn't really have time to meet anyone apart from people she did business with. She never went anywhere to meet people like that; she didn't know any, other than a few school and uni friends and family. Her entire life revolved around her job. Its demands consumed every minute she had; her work load was punishing and the traveling schedule enormously daunting. But she found all of that a turn on. Business in general, banking in particular and doing M & A especially was, to Charley, just like sex. To her, winning a negotiating, making a deal or securing a takeover was like having an orgasm. She had often sat in meetings talking her way to a successful outcome, her victory making her wet herself, and not through a weak bladder either! Now she had done it, she had got the job she had set her heart on ten years ago when she had joined the bank. So now it was time to celebrate. That meant a number of things. The hookers in New York, a visit to a spa in the Cotswolds and now, a trip to Denmark. A trip that was pure indulgence. Not only was she taking three days off work, such a rarity her colleagues had asked if she was ill, but she was going to stay at a spa. A very special spa. It had been recommended to her by Brad, the Australian masseur who had been one of her earliest sorties into paid sex in London. Brad was a chartered physiotherapist. He had moved to London after qualifying in Melbourne and was just about making ends meet working for a small practice a few miles outside London, in Essex. By chance, he had stumbled on what turned out to be a goldmine, giving mainly middle aged ladies orgasms on his massage table. Often nothing was said, nothing acknowledged, nothing passed between him and his patients, nothing that is other than an orgasm and one, two or three fifty pound notes. That was how he started. Ladies with sports or other injuries visiting the practice and succumbing to his tantalisingly suggestive and wickedly inviting hands and fingers. A banking friend of Charley's told her about him. "It's only twenty minutes by car and he works most evenings," her friend had advised, adding. "And by God does he make you cum." The prospect of that immediately interested Charley. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. As she realised she wouldn't have to take the risk of letting an agency, and even more importantly, an escort, know her address, so the idea became even more appealing. And as she imagined herself on a massage table with some hunky Aussie shoving his fingers up her pussy, she became positively aroused, several times. As she thought about the prospect of what might happen, so she suddenly realised that her lower back was sore! Brad had made that and the more acute ache in the pit of her stomach go away, very quickly. The former by using the mouse of the ultra sound machine on her back, the latter by shoving three fingers up her cunt and hand fucking her until she had a lovely orgasm. He was every bit as good as her colleague had suggested. He moved on. He left the physiotherapist practice and set up his own visiting massage service. It was a phenomenal success. He recruited others to help him, all Aussies and all part or fully qualified physios. Charley continued using Brad's and his colleagues' services as he expanded to offering two person massages, the two persons being of same or different sexes. Charley had become somewhat of an addict for that. It was quick, easy, not messy and hugely arousing, to have a tasty girl licking her pussy as she sucked a young Australian cock. From the outset, Brad's services had been different, there was no penetrative sex. Brad's business grew and grew until he had over twenty permanent staff and he had associations with the top three or four escort agencies in London. Within a couple of years his business was servicing, one way or another, most of the "lonely married women" or "tired business women" passing through London and staying at the top hotels. Charley had helped him with finance when he was getting going and her payback was a massage by him now and then. Nothing organised or planned, just two old friends meeting when the fancy took them to indulge themselves in the other's body. And still, after almost two years now, Charley had never been fucked by Brad. Odd! "The Danes have this amazing attitude towards sex," he was telling her as his strong hands ran up and down her slender back. "Yes I have heard, everyone knows that." "Well everyone knows that they have loads of porn mags and websites, strip clubs and live sex shows, but their entire approach and attitude is so different to any other nation." "How?" Charley almost groaned as Brad's fingers dug deep into the muscles that run alongside her spine. "Oooo that hurts." "No pain Charley, no gain," he responded, letting his fingers slither further downwards, lowering the pressure until they slid into the crease of her bum, which he gently stroked "Mmmm ok, if that's the gain, I can take the pain," she retorted wiggling her bum appreciatively. "They have this knack of being able to encompass sex and the erotic into their everyday lives, without it appearing sordid or lewd." Brad was saying as he idly, almost caressed the pert cheeks of Charley's ass. "I mean you go to a live sex show and there are mostly couples in the audience." "Yes I know, I went to one once." "Like it?" He asked, his fingers sliding up Charley's oiled thigh and stopping just before they reached he lips. She found the teasing so arousing as, of course, Brad was only too aware. "Yes I did actually and I see what you mean, it wasn't tacky or grubby at all." "It's the same with places like their public saunas. Men and women go to them, they're naked and often they'll have some form of sex in front of the others and nobody hardly bats an eyelid." He went on his fingers now not stopping on their upwards sweeps, but instead going all the way and running along and around the heavily lubricated lips of her pussy. "Oooooo, mmmmm," she murmured as her climax started to build up. Brad stopped talking then and concentrated on providing her with the pleasure and relief she so clearly needed. Despite having been fingered to orgasm, almost, countless times by Brad, each time was somehow special. Charley had thought, just before they had made this arrangement, that she was probably closer to Brad than to any other man, certainly sexually. That had made her think a bit. Her closest "lover" a male masseur and a gigolo, you had to laugh and think was fame, well in the banking world, and fortune worth it? But as she lie naked on his massage table, her face pressed hard against the paper that he rolled over the long cushioned top, her nails digging into that with his hand between her thighs his fingers fucking her hard, fame, fortune and gigolos were far from her mind. He made her cum quickly and, as usual, very heavily. "There's this fantastic spa on one of the islands between Copenhagen and Malmo in Sweden," Brad was saying as they shared a bottle of wine a little later. "What in the Baltic Sea?" "Yes I suppose it is." "Bloody cold then?" "In winter certainly, but this time of year they have a very settled climate, or so I'm told, and of course, very little darkness." "So what's so special about it?" Charley asked slipping her thong back on and sliding into her Versace jeans. Brad had explained that it was the height of luxury, fantastic five star hotel rooms, incredible saunas, steam rooms, massages and treatments, amazing showers, jacuzzis, baths and pools and every conceivable spa extra you could think of. "So why the fuck would I fly to bloody Denmark to go to a bloody spa, I can do that in London." "Yes but not a spa that is also dedicated to sex and the erotic. One that only accepts single guests and one that makes sure there are equal numbers of both sexes at all times." "How?" "In the way that only the Danes, or possibly the Swedes, could do it. Open, blatant sex, available any and every way you can imagine 24/7, but done with the style and understanding that only a truly sexually liberated race could do it." When Charley asked him more about it, he explained that he had seconded some of his top masseurs to the Helsborg Spa and had visited it himself. "Believe me, Charley it really is amazing." Charley was used to spending big money. On meals, air fares, clothes and of course in her job. But even she, a woman in her early thirties earning, now, well in excess of two million, sterling, a year baulked when she heard the price of Helsborg. The Friday to Sunday package, including, of course, helicopter transfers from Copenhagen Kastrup airport on the island of Amager to the spa, was fifteen thousand pounds. "Jesus Christ Brad," she hollered down the phone when he told the price, "that's outrageous." "It sure is Charley, but they can afford to be. They have the pick of European mega rich clammering for bookings and remember that includes as much sex as you want of practically any description and that applies for all their customers." After she had booked it, partly as a birthday present to herself, but more as a celebration of getting the promotion she was so sure would be hers, she rationalized the price. She might be wealthy beyond her and, certainly her parents dreams, but she still had a regard for money. Just because she could splash almost three thousand flying to New York when it could be done for a tenth of that and just because she was used to negotiating in sums in the many billions, Charley had not lost touch with financial reality. She always wanted her money's worth, although in the world she now inhabited, that was sometimes difficult to determine. A decent room in a top hotel for two nights could, she estimated run to around a grand, meals easily about half that and full treatments at a top spa for two three days probably another thousand, so, with drinks and bits and bobs, three had gone already. Then there was the first class fare to Copenhagen and back and the helicopter transfers. Up to at least five or six she worked out, smiling as she thought. "And I haven't even got fucked yet!" Ok, nine or ten thousand on sex in a weekend is stretching it a bit, but then the two hookers in New York had cost two thousand dollars each, and that was just for the night. "Bollocks, Brad, just book it for me, it sounds amazing." Chapter 2 If the flight to Denmark was any indication of what was before her, then Charley was in for a great time. Not only was the traffic to Heathrow surprisingly light, the check in quick and efficient and the service in the first class lounge perfect, she had some nice surprises on the flight. First there was the gorgeously blonde, very Scandinavian looking male cabin attendant "accidentally" squashing his cutely pert bum against her shoulder as he passed by with the drinks trolley. Then secondly, just after that, the very attractive, in a Teutonic way, female cabin attendant leaned forward to pour her some coffee. Charley couldn't avoid seeing the crisp, white blouse gape between two of the buttons. She couldn't and certainly did not wish to avoid noticing a naked boob with what her keen eye deduced was a hard nipple. Sipping the strong continental coffee and the freshly squeezed orange juice, she refused any food; she could not prevent herself from smiling. "Two chances to join the mile high club, or is it just that my imagination is running away with me." Immediately she passed through customs she saw yet another Scandinavian, blonde God of a young man holding a notice with Ms Williams neatly inscribed on it. Smiling and acknowledging to him that she was indeed Ms Williams, she was delighted when he came and took the trolley from her introducing himself as Gerid, an assistant concierge from Helsborg. "Welcome to Copenhagen, Ms Williams," he said shaking her hand. "The helicopter is this way." It was only a ten minute or so flight across the sea and other islands from Copenhagen to Helsborg, so Charley was remarkably quickly at the spa. Gerid showed her to her room on the first floor of the manor house type building that was the hotel part of the complex. That contained all the bedrooms, the formal restaurants and other lounges. It was linked to the spa by a glass walled corridor. "When you are ready Ms Williams, please just call me and I will take you on a tour of the spa. You will probably feel most comfortable in a swimsuit with one of the leisure suits that you will find in the wardrobe." Dressed in a one piece, white swimsuit cut high at the thighs Charley opened the wardrobe. Hanging up was six track suit type outfits in white, pink, beige, blue, green and yellow. Running her fingers over them she saw they were made from a very smooth, thin, light material. They really were beautiful and took track suits to a level she never associated them with, but then she only wore one to go down to the gym in her apartment complex, and that was purely functional. As good as they looked and felt hanging up, they were even better on. The material clung to her, accentuating her slim, but curvy body, making her feel very feminine and also extremely cosseted; that was nice too. The trousers were very fitted around her bottom and tummy and were fashionably hipster with an elasticized waistband. The top was also fitted with a zip running all the way from her waist to her neck. It looked good. Whilst the hotel was elegantly appointed with antique furniture, thick Turkish carpets, heavy framed pictures on the walls and brocade curtains at the windows, the spa was ultra modern. Everything was slim and minimalist and coloured in greys, browns, blacks, golds and silvers. It was a superb contrast yet, somehow they went together so well. Gerid showed Charley around pointing out the plunge pools, the Turkish baths, the three swimming pools, the Jacuzzis, steam rooms with a range of heats and aromas, three saunas and simply loads of showers of all different types, temperatures, intensities and water volumes, from full water to almost steam. He showed her the treatment rooms, for mud, for hot rocks, for various balms and vegetables, the stainless steel, the terracotta, the marble and the traditional massage tables. He showed her rooms where one wall could be raised so a couple could share a massage and others where the massage tables were double sized, presumably to accommodate a couple. As Charley had been shown round the spa she had seen a number of the guests. The age range seemed to be about mid-thirties and upwards, mostly upwards she smiled to herself, not really minding for she was quite happy with the prospect of having sex with middle aged men or woman, make a nice change. She saw that a few of the men and a couple of the women in and around the pool were naked and several other women sunbathing outside by the infinity pool were topless. She didn't see any sign of sexual activity though and that rather surprised and quite disappointed her. Brad had said she would be able to simply watch others if she wanted. That had appealed to her for she had recently discovered a strong exhibitionist and voyeuristic streak in her. She discovered that when she was in Berlin and had hired a male and female hooker for the evening. The high spot for her had been lying back in a chair masturbating herself as she watched the other two having sex. "So please, Ms Williams, avail yourself of anything you wish. Most services are available pretty much on demand, but occasionally there may be a short waiting list, so please forgive us and of course everything is twenty four seven." She realised that Gerid was speaking to her and thought brought out of the almost daze she had gone into thinking about exhibitionist sex. "Of course and thanks very much Gerid." Charley blurted out, recovering her wits quickly. "You are most welcome," he replied looking at his watch. "Actually it is time for your meeting with our Programme Manager, Helsa Gerdsterd." "What's the purpose of that?" Charley asked following the direction Gerid was pointing. "Well as you know there are many other services available here at Helsborg and Helsa is responsible for them. She likes to explain them herself to newcomers." The short, slim, rather stern looking but, quite friendly woman, probably in her late forties, spoke perfect English, as do practically all Danes. She chatted to Charley for a while developing rapport and then, almost out of the blue said. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 05 "Let me tell you about our other services Charley, you do want to use them don't you?" "I expect so, yes." "Then let me show you around. That's easier than explaining, after all a picture and a thousand words and all that." They left the spa through a door to one side of the huge reception area. Charley followed Helsa down a wide staircase. "Everything in this part, our pleasuredome, is underground. We keep this and the spa quite separate." She explained, adding, "We have some guests that just use the spa you see." "Ok, fine." "A few rules if I may," Helsa said as they walked into a room with tables and chairs and a bar at one end. "This is the meeting room cum bar where you and anyone you meet can have a drink and chat. It's not a room where anything should happen, although many things that do happen are decided in here," she explained smiling. "Everything that happens in the pleasuredome has to be consensual; there must be no force or undue persuasion. Nobody has to do anything and no one will force you to do anything. You can watch, be watched or take part in anything you wish." Helsa walked Charley along a short corridor showing her the changing rooms on the way. "Just in case anyone wishes to change into anything special." "What do most people wear here?" Charley asked. "Most men tend to wear just a towel and most women either that a robe or one of the pleasure suits we supply in your room, but you can wear whatever you like, of course. Some opt for lingerie or other intimate apparel and occasionally you might find someone wearing rubber or latex." "Really?" "Yes of course," Helsa replied as if wearing rubber or latex was the most natural thing in the world. She stopped by a large door. "This is the play area." "What's that?" "It's a dark room; you can not hardly make out the features of anyone in there." "I don't understand," Charley said a little confused. "Well people go in there to play, but not be seen." "Play? How do you mean, what do you do?" "Anything Charley, practically anything. Anything that you wish and others agree to." "What sex?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Charley wished she could suck them back in for they made her sound naïve and foolish, impressions shed really hated portraying to anyone. Helsa smiled. "Yes of course sex Charley, but generally not, although it is permitted, fucking, that is usually reserved for other areas. Helsa whisked Charley round the rest of the pleasuredome, pointing out the closed doors of the private cubicles. One was open Charley noticed. She was surprised when she looked in to see someone, a man she thought, lying on his front. "What's he doing?" "Offering himself?" Helsa explained. "Anyone can go into a cubicle, leave the door open and wait for visitors." "I see." "Or of course, if you meet someone in the bar or wish for a little more privacy, you and your partner or partners can use a room." They moved on into another room set up as a bar. This was darker and had glass down one side. "Our voyeur and exhibitionist area." Helsa explained maneuvering Charley nearer to the glass and pressing a switch. Charley looked into a small room furnished with just a bed. A man and a woman were having sex. Helsa pulled Charley along the glass wall, pressed another button. Two women and a man were entwined on a bed. "There are a dozen or so small rooms and a communal one, but at this time of day I doubt anyone is there," she explained moving to the end of the room and once more flicking a switch to change the glass from being a mirror to a window. They looked through the glass at a largish room with several low beds, a few sofas and a number of large beanbags. "As I thought, nobody, it does tend to be a late night room for some reason. You will have to wait until tonight to see it in action." Chapter 3 Back in her room in the hotel, Charley got her thoughts together. The place was amazing and the promise of what lie ahead really was a turn on for her. She was so looking forward to using all the facilities of the pleasuredome and wondered just what the evening would bring. As she showered, whilst waiting for room service to deliver the light dinner she had ordered, she smiled to herself as she realised that this evening she would be having sex of some form or the other, or of many forms she thought, smiling even more, for which she was not paying. Well not directly at least, although the bill for her stay was going to be massive, for she wasn't this time going to be with escorts or hookers, male or female. Showered, hair washed, finger and toe nails done, pubes trimmed she was as good as ready. Towel wrapped round above my tits, robe or trackies? She asked herself. She decided a towel was a bit awkward, for if it came off in, say, the darkened play room, she may not be able to find it again. She wasn't too keen on the robe so she slipped into the pink pleasure suit. She wore nothing under it and the feel of the luxuriant material on her skin made her shiver with sensuous pleasure. She was pleased she had brought a pair of mid height, heeled pumps with her for they pushed her calf muscles up into a nicer shape than with flat, or no shoes, she thought. Then realising she was wearing trousers she smiled, might be handy if my trousers come off. Wandering into the bar she was relieved to see a few other men and women there, mostly, or so it seemed by themselves. Helsa had explained on the earlier tour that most guests to the pleasuredome were single, for they encouraged that. "We have special weekends for couples," she had advised adding with a smile. "Perhaps come back with your boyfriend or husband one day." Charley walked up to the bar and, as she had been invited by Helsa, poured herself a small vodka with a touch of water from the well-stocked, free bar. She glanced around and saw that there were a dozen or so people watching TV, reading papers or just sitting or standing drinking. A few were chatting but the majority was quiet. It was a strained and rather cold atmosphere. It looked as though there was about equal numbers of men and women, probably eight of each she thought. Most of the men were wrapped in towels, but one was wearing a robe and another a pair of brief bathing shorts. The clothing for the women was evenly split between the pleasure suits and robes. There was one stunning looking woman who Charley put in her late thirties or early forties. She had long, chestnut, coloured hair that tumbled down past her shoulders, fabulous breasts and a nicely rounded figure shown off to its best in the beige suit she was wearing with the zip undone way down her spectacular cleavage. Given the scrumptious size of her tits Charley couldn't help wondering if they had received some assistance from a surgeon or, perhaps she's wearing a bra, she pondered, suddenly realising the woman was looking at her and smiling. The others, who varied in age from early thirties up to one lady who could well have been in her late fifties or early sixties, were generally fairly plain, but not overly obese or ugly. The men were generally older with the youngest, Charley guessed, being in his early forties; the bulk were clearly in their late forties or early fifties. Not that Charley was that impressed by good looks or marvelous physiques, but she was a little disappointed at the standard of the cheesecake, for they were, in the main plainer than the women and most looked rather overweight. Again there was a stunner. Probably fifty, he had a great body, a mane of blonde hair just turning grey, striking blue eyes and a face not dissimilar to a young Paul Newman as he looked in Butch Cassidy. There was a lot of furtive glancing, some trying to make eye contact, others avoiding it. Some smiled at someone across the room, others turned away. Helsa had explained that it took time to get going. "Our guests need time to wind down, relax and lose their inhibitions," she had toldher. "For these two night weekends, Saturday is usually by far the best night, by then many of you will have got to know a few people." Finishing her drink Charley decided to go for a wander round the dome. It was like a maze, far more rooms and corridors, stairways and passages than she had seen with Helsa. Everywhere she went though, reeked of sex. There were plasmas all over the place showing soft and hard porn movies; through the windows of the exhibitionist or voyeur, dependent on your viewpoint, rooms, couples, threesomes and other combinations were having sex and in the lounges people were openly kissing and fondling each other. Clearly things are hotting up Charley thought. She had wandered into a room with sofas round the sides and a huge plasma taking up most of one wall, so, although the lighting was dim, she could make out the features of the other people in there. She could see there were a dozen or so people in there, but that was continually changing as people left, others joined and some, usually one by one, strolled off through a doorway beside the TV screen. Some returned quite quickly, others didn't. There didn't seem to be any pattern to it. Just as Charley's eyes became attuned to the dim lighting, she saw the woman with the chestnut hair. She stood up from where she had been seated, glanced across at Charley, caught her eye, nodded, smiled and then turned and walked towards the doorway. Charley wondered if it was an invitation to follow her. Where though? She hesitated a moment or two, but then thinking, what the hell, she also walked towards that doorway to the side of the plasma. There was a short, dimly lit corridor with what looked like an open doorway at the end on the left. When Charley got to the doorway she, of course realised what it was, the play area, Helsa had described so appealingly. Plucking up her courage, Charley strolled in and was immediately engulfed by the darkness. At first she could see nothing other than a glimmer of light from the other end of the room where there was another open doorway. She stood still trying to get her bearings and make her eyes become accustomed to the dark. As she stood there, she heard noises. Rustles, of clothing she guessed. Grunts, low moans, sighs and the sounds of people kissing and others moving around. Slowly, very slowly her eyes adjusted to the gloom. She still couldn't see clearly, but as she moved nearer to the centre of the room she could make out numerous shapes of people, and saw and felt, for she rubbed her shin against them several times, that there were low, padded settee type seats running along each wall. The only time she could make out whether the shapes were male or female was as people passed the lighted doorways, thus creating a silhouette. She leaned back against a wall, her eyes seeing more and more, but still only dimly. Hearing a deep grunt and a drawn out sigh, she looked down and could just make a woman's head bent over a man's legs. By the sounds the man was making, the positions of the two bodies and the slurping noise of the woman's mouth she realised she was giving him a blow job. She moved on and saw another couple against a wall locked in a deep embrace. The man was naked, the woman in a robe that was open and pushed back from her shoulders. Next to them, two women were sitting on the low settee. It looked to Charley as if they were staring into each other's eyes with their hands busy on each others breasts. She felt a hand on her bum. She froze. Ridiculously, she was surprised and a little shocked as the hand squeezed her bottom. She went to move away, but something prompted her to stay right where she was in the middle of the room. The hand stayed squeezing one of her cheeks as the other crept round her body and found her breast. It stroked it and then gently squeezed it. It felt good, all the more so, she suddenly realised as she could not see who was doing it. I don't even know whether it's a man or woman she realised. That was solved for her though, when one hand pulled her backwards and she felt the outline of an erection on her bum. "Gorgeous," she heard a man say as he thrust himself against her. She put her hand behind her and found that he was wearing a towel, tied round his waist. As her hand found the outline of his cock, through the towel, so he pulled the towel loose and it fell away from him. Charley was left holding his naked erection. His cock was very chunky, not long but as round as most she had held. Other people were moving around. The room seemed to encourage perpetual motion. The idea seemed to be: find someone, have a grope, a caress or a kiss then either, go off in a pair or threesome, presumably to one of the private or maybe exhibitionist rooms or, perhaps masturbate each other. Twice she had heard men clearly in the throes of cumming and several times she heard female voices giving it the "yes, yes, yes" of the When Harry Met Sally noisy orgasm syndrome. Charley wasn't ready for either of those courses of actions. So, taking Helsa's advice about everything having to be consensual, she let go of the cock and went to move away, half expecting the guy to try to stop her. But he didn't. People were obviously a lot more understanding than she had imagined. Now she had been in the room for ten minutes or so her eyes had fully adjusted. She could see things a little more clearly and when she moved around she didn't bump into others. She saw a tall thin guy walk through the doorway and pause in the rectangle of light. He stood there as his hands slowly found the folds of the towel, pulled them apart and let the towel fall away from him. Even in the dark she could see he was fully erect. He had got no more than a few feet into the room when another man wearing a dressing gown blocked his way. They appeared to be looking at each other. The one in the gown slid his hand out and touched the others erection, the other undid the gown and slipped his hand inside before they moved out of Charley's view. She sat down on the settee, not realising she was next to one of the women that had been fondling the other's breasts, although she was now more involved with a guy. They were kissing. Her robe was pushed down her back and his hands were running up and down it pushing deep into the folds of the robe round her bum. She had a nice back, or so it looked. Charley couldn't resist running her fingertips up and down the bent spine. The man's hand found hers. He looked over the other girl's shoulder and saw Charley. He smiled, took hold of her hand and pulled that round the other girl's body. He rested it right on her full breast. The girl did nothing, apart from press her boob firmly against the visiting hand that she could not have known whether it was male or female. In the darkness, with the sensory deprivation, did it matter? Charley wondered. Anyone could touch anyone else and walk away. Never know who it was and probably never see that person again. One of the man's hands found Charley's chest. After a moments fumbling it found her breast, she also pushed herself against the hand. The girl straightened up and turned a little, perhaps confirming whether the newcomer to her breasts was male or female. It didn't seem to faze her at all that that one of her breasts was being stroked by a man, the other by Charley. But then why should it, Charley thought? Just minutes ago she had been stroking another woman. It also didn't seem to faze her that the man who had been all over her a moment or so ago, was leaning across her and sliding the zip down on Charley's top, was, as she looked on, opening it up and was as Charley stroked her breasts moving his head towards Charley's chest. She was clearly up for sharing, but then Charley saw, the girl had an advantage; she was holding the guy's cock, his towel having come unraveled, although it was still draped around him. The girl reached out and cupped Charley's right tit. She pulled on it a little, holding it as if offering it to the guy. As his mouth closed round it so the girl squirmed away and in a flash was gone. The guy didn't seem to mind. He simply took Charley's hand and slid it under his towel onto his dick, which she surprisingly felt was only semi hard. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth and slid his hand inside the waist of her trousers at the back and as she held him, so it hardened. That felt good. He licked and sucked at her breasts and started to tug at her trousers. "Lift up a bit," he said thickly. She did and he yanked them down to around her thighs. His hand immediately slipped between her legs and Charley found herself opening them to give him more room. He was now fully hard and she was very wet. "Wank me, make me cum," he asked, well almost ordered she noted a little ruefully as he tried to get his fingers in her. She didn't want that so she eased herself backwards a little making the angle impossible for him. At the same time she did start to wank him. "Come on open your legs, let me frig you," he said his American or, maybe Canadian, drawl now more obvious. "No, no I don't want that." Charley replied. "Lay back and I'll wank you, OK?" Charley sat on the edge of the settee, her top undone and her trousers round her thighs as he laid back, now totally naked. She was holding his cock and slowly pumping it up and down. She liked doing that. She liked wanking men. It felt good to be in control, to give him pleasure, to, in her way, take, but give nothing back. She was at a distance from it and didn't really have to get involved. It also felt good to receive the sensations in her hand and hear the obvious sounds of the excitement and pleasure she was giving him. She felt someone standing behind her looking down, but didn't look up for she could feel that the guy was near. He was pumping back, grunting deeply, and moaning as his cock throbbed just that little bit more, signifying its impending explosion. She felt her top being pulled away from her and down her back. She felt another hand on her breast. She felt hair dangling onto her shoulders and she smelt a woman's perfume. Just seconds before a hand joined hers on the guy's cock, Charley realised who it was. The female smell, the long hair and, most of all the full pair of breasts that were now squashed against her back, told her it was the woman with chestnut hair and big tits. The guy let out one deep growl or moan and then he erupted. The hot spunk shot out of him in numerous spurts, most of it, presumably, splattering onto his chest, but some onto both her and the other woman's hands. Directly he had cum they both moved away. It really was an amazing situation. She had just been as intimate with a man as it was possible to be, she had just been so close to him, so into what they were doing and so pleased to be pleasing him, but then directly that had taken its course and the man had cum, it was all over. Not just for her, not just for the chestnut haired woman with the big tits, but also for the man. He had, almost before the two women had turned and faced each other, stood up, wrapped his towel around him and shuffled off into the playroom's darkness. "Hi," chestnut hair and big tits said, putting her hand on Charley's bare shoulder. "Hello," Charley replied sliding her hand onto big tit's waist, just above her hip. Her skin felt nice to Charley's touch as did big tit's touch feel good on her skin "I'm Amanda, or Mandy, hello." Big tits said. Charley smiled. "I'm Charlotte, but only my mum calls me that, everyone else calls me Charley, hello." They stood facing each other just a metre or so apart looking at the other. Weighing each other up, admiring the other and wondering where now? "Well hello Charley, I saw you earlier in the bar," Amanda or Mandy big tits said smiling. Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 05 "Yes I know," Charley said, loving the feeling as the fingers on her shoulder pressed against her flesh They were both wearing the playsuits from their rooms. Both of them had the zips fully undone, both had their breasts totally bare and both were staring at the other's chest. Mandy's breasts were wonderfully full, marvelously round and, despite their size and her probable early forties age, still quite firm, They were though, Charley thought, of the type and size that would soon droop and then Mandy might lose her most striking feature. As big tits started to slide her hand down from Charley's shoulder and onto her chest, so Charley slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of her beige, hipster trousers, just slightly behind the flare of her hip. Big tits put her other hand round Charley's waist and slid her fingers inside the waist band of Charley's trousers in just about the same place. Big tits ran the back of her hand onto Charley's small, pert breast. She captured the already hard nipple between her fore and middle fingers, the backs of them pressing on the flesh of the tit and the dark pink, almost brownness of Charley's areola. In the dim light Charley could just make out the look in Amanda's eyes and the slight smile on her face as she felt the fingers pulling on her nipple and the other hand sliding into her trousers. Charley followed big tits lead. She slid her hand down inside Amanda's trousers, reveling in the womanly fullness of the hips. At the same time, she lifted her other hand and felt her heart start to pound as she lifted the large orb of flesh. Charley almost smiled at her typical banking, analytical mind as she found herself wondering just how much it weighed? That thought quickly left her mind though, as she enjoyed the twin pleasures of being caressed and of caressing another woman, a woman called Amanda or Mandy, a woman she had nicknamed big tits, a woman whose big tits were now in her hand. They stayed like that for a moment or two but then Charley saw a guy move behind Amanda, he dropped his towel and pressed himself against her bum, enquiringly. At pretty much the same time another guy moved alongside Charley, he was naked. He cupped one of Charley's tits and one of big tits, big tits. The other guy put his hand round Amanda and slid it into the front of her trousers. "Oh fuck," Charley thought, not wanting this to be a foursome. Amanda must have thought and felt the same. She moved her face forward a little, nearer to Charley, her lips were parted, and her tongue was touching her upper lip. Charley guessed what was coming. She opened her lips a little, leaned her head forward and bent it to one side. They kissed. Each holding the other's breast, each with their hand in the other's trousers, each with a guy holding their other boob and one of his hands in their trousers, right on the pubic mounds, they kissed long, deeply and very satisfyingly, certainly to Charley. As they kissed, though, Charley felt her trousers being pulled down. Opening her eyes she saw that they were around her lower hips as were Amanda's. The guys were enjoying themselves, quite rightly and perfectly within the rules; after all it was the playroom. But it wasn't what Charley wanted and, to her relief, she quickly learned it wasn't what big tits wanted either. As they broke the kiss Amanda said. "Let me take you somewhere Charlotte, will you come with me?" Charley smiled. "Of course Amanda, I would cum anywhere with you." Chapter 4 And cum she did. Mandy was a great lover, both a giver and a taker. She had such a feminine body, such lovely hair that Charley spent ages stroking and caressing and such soft lips. She had a round, full, softness that Charley had never experienced. Sure, she had occasionally been with a bigger woman, the masseuse Gretta, who had fucked her on her massage table at the spa in the Cotswolds, obviously came to mind. But most of the women she had been with had been hand picked hookers who had near perfect bodies. Mandy's was so different. Rubenesque came to mind. She certainly was not fat, but then she didn't have the lithe firmness of the youthful female bodies that usually had sex with Charley. Mandy had a little podge, not big but certainly discernible, especially when they stood face to face in the beautifully appointed, private love room where she had brought Charley, and they had removed their own clothes. Not unexpectedly her big tits did sag a little; especially when, after they had "become accustomed" to each other, Amanda had laid on her back, raised her knees, opened her legs, smiled, reached out with her arms out and had said. "Fuck me darling." That the two large orbs had slipped to either side of big tits' chest, did not deter Charley at all. She slid between the, slightly too heavy thighs, wrapped her arms round the soft body, pressed her firm, little, mango sized tits into Amanda's ripe melons of a bosom and squelched her already twice fucked pussy against the prominent and very neatly trimmed pubic mound. And like that she kissed and fucked her way to a wonderful mutual sixth, or was it seventh orgasm? Normally when Charley had sex she was in charge. After all she was paying and he who pays the piper calls the tune, right? With Amanda it was wonderfully and so welcomingly different. From the moment she had taken Charley's hand and so obviously had led her from the playroom, with men and women casting envious glances as it became obvious that the two most stunning women there were seeking privacy, she was in charge. Amanda was in charge when she chose the room, when she pulled Charley inside and when she locked the door. It continued when she stood facing Charley and slid her top off. "Undress lovely, show me everything," she had said, making Charley's heart pound. Amanda directed and controlled everything. Not once did she ask Charley's opinion or preference, not once did she hesitate and not once did she look to Charley for permission to do anything; she clearly assumed it was her right and that thrilled Charley. No, Amanda was a leader and she expected Charley to follow; Amanda was dominant and she insisted that Charley be her submissive. And Charley revelled in this new experience and found a submissive side to her that her high powered business life had led her to believe was not there. But it was. It was there as Amanda first made love to her. As she took Charley in her arms, as she crushed her against her body, as they kissed and as Amanda's hands with no inhibitions whatsoever roamed over Charley's body. It was there in the way that Charley simply gave in, simply let Amanda lead her, direct her and dominate her. If anything, the more dominant and demanding Amanda became so Charley became even more submissive, more feminine, more girly really. She whimpered and groaned, oooed and ahhed and sighed in a way that seemed so perfectly natural to her. The dominant, submissive nature of their developing relationship was evident as Amanda pulled Charley down onto the low, ultra modern double bed, as she again crushed her to her body, kissed her, cuddled her, stroked and caressed her and then, obviously without waiting for an invitation, shoved three fingers right up Charley's cunt. It was still there later as they stood in the centre of the room and they kissed, as Amanda turned Charley round to face a huge floor to ceiling mirror. It was there as Amanda said. "Put your hands on the mirror to support yourself," and it was there as she pulled Charley back a bit and opened her legs. Charley's new found submissiveness was evident as Amanda reached round her from behind and as she, rather roughly, grasped Charley's tits, as she pulled on her nipples and pinched the hardened, rubbery pinkness, making Charley wince with pain, but not wishing to do anything to stop Amanda, she did and said nothing. It was there as the older woman ground herself against Charley's pert ass that was stuck out lewdly, yet so invitingly. And of course it was there as one of Amanda's hands found Charley's clit as the other continued on her breasts while Amanda squirmed herself against the base of Charley's spine. Charley did little other than glory in what Amanda was doing to her. But then, that was precisely what a submissive should do, it was exactly what a dom wanted and it was just what was required to make whatever it was that was happening between these two gorgeously, bi women happen even more intensely. And the interaction between them continued that way as Amanda said. "Stay exactly like that Charley," as she sank to her knees behind Charley. As she, firstly, wrapped her arms around Charley's hips and squelched her breasts against Charley's bum and then took hold of both of the cheeks that were just inches from her face. Charley froze. She stayed exactly like that as Amanda pulled her cheeks apart and she stayed like that as she felt the other woman's gaze focusing partly on her lips, that she knew would be visible between her legs, but mostly on her anus, that Charley just knew was about to be invaded. And she was right. But then isn't that an inevitability when a dom plays with her sub? Charley had of course been made love to there before. Made love to with fingers, tongues, vibrators and a couple of cocks, but rarely by another woman. So when Amanda licked the length of the crease between the two splendidly pert mounds, when she pressed the tip of her straightened tongue right against the puckered hole and when she wiggled that inside a little, it was new territory for her. Sure she had done that to some of the female hookers she had bought, but no woman had done it to her. Just as no woman had soaked their fingers with her juices, no woman had rubbed those fingers right against her hole and just as no woman had then slid their wet fingers into Charley's fully lubricated asshole. As Amanda slowly moved her finger around inside Charley's bum so the fingers from her other hand found Charley's other place. And leaning against that mirror, Charley watched Amanda finger fuck her cunt and ass at the same time bringing her to a massive and very shuddering orgasm. The most striking feature to Charley of the two or three hours they spent together in that room making love, was how Amanda was so in control of her. That's not to say that there wasn't tenderness, for there was. It was not to the exclusion of Charley occasionally taking the lead, for she did and it wasn't as if Amanda didn't gain typical female pleasures from having her nipples sucked, her breasts squeezed of her pussy licked for she did. No all the girly things that bi girlies do to and for each went on, but mostly at Amanda's direction and under her control. She had controlled and directed the exit from the playroom, their entry to the loveroom and their initial sexplay. She had directed the way their sex went, taking more and more from Charley and demanding more extreme pleasures. She had enforced the way that they had so quickly pushed out the boundaries and she had dominated the entire time and activities in that room. She was even in total control when she got up from the bed and went and had a shower. And when she came back, dressed in her beige leisure suit, now zipped up to her neck. Also when completely without warning she said. "Well I have to leave you now Charley, I have a date." Perhaps the most dominating thing she did all evening was then simply turning her back and walking out leaving Charley laying naked on the bed wondering what the fuck had happened. After a short while of reflection she metaphorically shrugged her shoulders and thought. "What the hell? It was a fun experience and that was why she was here wasn't it?" She also showered and slipped into her leisure suit. Looking round the room, rather ridiculously checking to see if she had left anything, as if she had anything to leave, she smiled, opening the door that Amanda had left unlocked. Wandering out she turned left where there was a small crowd of men and women. She joined them and then suddenly she realised what they were staring at. On both sides of the corridor there were floor to ceiling windows looking into small, but beautifully appointed rooms, with modern, very low, double beds. The room on the left was familiar for, of course, it was the room she and Amanda had shared. And with a bloody great jolt Charley realised that the mirror she had looked into and leaned against as Amanda had finger fucked her ass and pussy at the same time was not just a mirror, it was also a window and the crowd would have seen the two women's' every move. She was embarrassed at first, particularly when many of the men and a few of the women stared at her and smiled, but she became more attuned to her "fame" when she looked into the other room and saw the action there and when she walked further down the corridor and looked into the group room and saw at least a dozen people entwined in practically every form of sexual endeavour. Chapter 5 Charley went back to the bar and had another vodka as she mulled over what to do next. Turning away from the bar she jumped when she almost bumped into someone who said. "Was it shaken or stirred?" Charley didn't get the 007 reference at first for she found herself staring into the bluest pair of eyes she had ever seen, it was the Paul Newman look alike, old blue eyes as she immediately dubbed him. "Neither, just weakened with a little water and a touch of lemon," she replied. "Just dampened where it needs to be is it?" He asked, his eyes twinkling a slight grin on his face. "But of course," Charley quipped back quite enjoying the risqué ribaldry; something she rarely got involved in for she so infrequently flirted with anyone. "Isn't that what this place is all about?" "Yes I suppose is, a little dampness, a stiff drink, or stiff something, and then who knows what, maybe even one of the loverooms for sublime pleasure and total satisfaction?" He said his eyes twinkling even more and his grin widening as Charley realised that he must have seen her in there with Amanda. Charley, now not embarrassed at all for some reason smiled. "Methinks someone has been peeping." "Then thethinks would be absolutely right." "Just one thing," Charley said taking a sip of her drink as they walked over to a table and sat down, "there was nothing hard in there." "No but there was outside in many places I can assure you." "Really?" "Yes absolutely, still is in fact," blue eyes said looking down at the front of the white silk robe he was wearing." That of course caused Charley to look down and she saw the bulge. She looked up again and their eyes met. Charley sat there, transfixed almost, as the older man without a hint of embarrassment slowly pulled the robe undone beneath his waist. He was fully erect and she saw respectably well endowed. Still with the slight smile on his face and tinkle in his blue eyes he said. "Now that can be both shaken and stirred and even made a little wet." "I bet it can," she replied not really quite sure what to say. "And, my dear," he said leaning forward and putting his hand on the back of hers, "it seems such a waste not to do some of that don't you think?" Charley had never been picked up or pulled or whatever you want to call it in such a way, but then she was hardly ever pulled or picked up and never in such a place as Helsborg. "Yes I suppose it would really." "Well then why don't we go somewhere and make exquisite love?" He asked running his fingers up inside the cuff of her top and along the bare skin of her arm. All inhibitions by now long gone, Charley almost immediately replied. "What a good idea? But I am a little old fashioned in some ways." They stood up. Facing each other, his robe still bulging quite obviously from his erection, he said. "Oh and how is that, in which way I mean?" Charley made herself appear as serious as possible and noted the look in his eyes as he clearly wondered what was coming next. "Well I have this absolutely cast-iron rule about sex." "Really? What is it?" He asked his face now having a worried look. Charley paused, she ran her fingers through her hair as she stared at blue eyes before saying, probably slightly louder than she should. "I never let anyone fuck me." Pausing again she enjoyed his concerned expression before adding. "Without knowing their name." He laughed and she saw smiles on the faces of a few people close by who must have been following the exchange. "I'm William, my friends cal me Will." Charley put her hand out and they shook hands as she said. "I'm Charley, nice to meet you Will, now you can fuck me" "So where would you like to go Charley?" "Where would you like to take me?" She replied as they strolled out of the bar her arm through his. "Let's go somewhere private." "What like I thought I was with Amanda?" "Didn't you know that was an exhibitionist room?" "No, I had no idea." "That was a bit naughty of her. Do want to do that again?" It seemed amazing to Charley that she was openly discussing such things with a guy she had only met five or so minutes before. But then she reconciled, doesn't that just go to show how people react to the environment they are in? Helsborg invited openness, lack of inhibitions and the availability of sex at all times, so such conversations were not really amazing, they were the norm. "I don't mind," she replied enjoying the feel of his arm pressing against her breast. "Tell you what Charley, how about we forget all the fancy stuff, the group rooms, the orgies, the dungeons and exhibitionist stuff and just find a quiet place where we can fuck all we want. And that is exactly what they did. And it was wonderful. It was, really, such a change for her. A change to have a straightforward fuck; no complications, no pain, no extremes and nothing way out of the ordinary. Just her, a naked man, his erect cock and her wet pussy. It was so nice to lay in each others arms cuddling, touching and caressing. It was lovely for her to lie back and have Will slowly lick her to a delicious orgasm and it was lovely for both of them when she returned the favour but not all the way. "At my age Charley cumming has to be savoured, it doesn't happen too many times in an evening." She smiled but understood. So, instead of what was usually the case with her paid for studs of them shagging her four or five times in a night, she and Will enjoyed each other's bodies without her making him cum. She, of course, did cum, often and beautifully, from his mouth, his tongue, his fingers and his cock that he rubbed around her pussy and on her clit. They explored every part of the other's body. They were tender and loving towards each other and they made love, not just had sex Charley thought, for probably two hours. It seemed so incongruous to Charley when she looked back later on that time with Will, that here they were in a sex spa where every conceivable type of sex was available and the two of them simply made love. "I'm old fashioned as well in some ways with sex." Will muttered, rolling Charley onto her back. "And how is that?" She asked looking up at him supporting himself by his straightened arms as he slid between her legs. "When I make love to a woman for the first time I like to look into their eyes as we fuck, so I prefer the old fashioned missionary position." "Mmmm, lovely, fine by me," Charley mumbled as his condom covered cock nuzzled against the folds of her pussy lips. "Is that what you are about to do Will?" "Yes Charley, I want to make love to you with you lying on your back. Just like this." "Are we going to make love?" "Yes Charley," he said thickly as she felt him edge himself slightly inside her amply lubricated pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now, is that what you want?" Celebrating Her Promotion Pt. 05 Charley grunted as he surged up inside her, filling her so sensationally. "Yes Will I want that." "Want what?" "To be fucked, you to fuck me." "Like I am now?" Will asked slamming himself in and out of her as he still supported himself with his straight arms so that he could see her face. "Yes, yes like that, hard." "Do what hard?" "Fuck me hard, hard Will, I want you to fuck me hard." "Fuck you where Charley, where do you want me to fuck you hard?" "In me, up me in my pussy." "No not your pussy, say what it really is?" Charley was happy to do so and equally happy that she had found a fellow dirty talker. "My cunt Will. I want you to fuck my cunt hard with your big cock." And Will did exactly that for what seemed an age, but was probably only ten minutes or so. He exploded into the condom with a deep, long, almost animalistic growl. Chapter 6 They left the loveroom after Will had cum. "Sleep with me Charley, come to my suite and stay the night?" Will asked. "Give me ten minutes then to tidy up and get some things together, which suite is it?" He told her and gave her directions. Charley had a quick shower, but didn't bother with her hair, and twenty minutes later she rang the bell to Will's suite. He let her in and took her into his arms and kissed her. He had also showered and he smelled good. He was wrapped in a towel and looked good as well. "Champagne?" Although she wasn't really a great lover of it the bottle of Cristal he took from the ice bucket looked appealing. "Mmmmm please," she replied. Will opened the bottle and poured the wine into two flutes. Turning he went to give one to Charley, and then had a double take at what he saw. Charley had undone the long white robe and was standing with one hand on her hip, holding the robe open. One foot was in front of the other, one leg bent at the knee, the other straight. "Oh Charley you look fantastic," Will said, his eyes sweeping over her, almost, Charley was pleased to see, devouring her. He took in the tight, white basque that covered her in lace, net and silk from beneath her breasts to her hips, the see through, white bra, the ridiculously, flimsy slither of white lace constituting her thong and the self support, lacy-topped, white, seamed stockings. Charley smiled. "You like it then." "Oh yes, I love it." "Good." Charley had decided to wear her half vamp and half virginal lingerie because she knew that if they were to have more sex tonight, then Will would need some help. The outfit, she reckoned, should do just that. And help she gave him. For some reason Charley became his courtesan, his helper, almost his paramour, other than she wasn't married. For some reason Charley adopted yet another role. "Lay on the bed, on your back Will," she said softly taking his champagne flute and putting it on the bedside table. Charley unravelled the folds of towel and pulled it open; she saw that he was still flaccid, but then, as he had explained in the love room earlier he was in his fifties and second comings took much longer, that is if they arrived at all. Charley moved away fro the bed. "Look over here Wiil," she said standing so he could see her body but also the reflection of her back in the mirror. Feeling like she imagined a stripper would, she held his gaze as she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Her tits seemed to leap out from where they had been imprisoned in the horrendously expensive Agent Provocateur bra. She rolled the naked orbs in her hands, pinched her nipples to their full hardness, lifted them up, bent her face and licked them. "Oh God Charley, that's amazing." Smiling, she replied. "You 'aint seen nothing yet. As indeed Will hadn't, for Charley proceeded to give him a private strip tease that she really put her heart into. She let any minor inhibitions she had slide away from her, as she slowly removed the basque, turning, gyrating and sort of dancing on the spot. She threw that to him and shimmied her body, now clad just in the merest slither of silk and elastic of her thong and her holdups. She shook her tits, humped her hips, thrust her pelvis and gyrated her bum. She faced him, she turned sideways, she turned away from him and she bent over so that her bum seemed to be beckoning him. Charley was amazingly turned on. She had aroused herself to a level that surprised her. She kept glancing at Will and thought, but wasn't sure, that his erection was growing. She moved closer to the bed, closer so he could see her, see her take hold of the last garment that was hiding her from her lover, see her grasp her thong, see her pull it, pull it so the slither between her legs slid inside her lips, pull it so that it was tight everywhere, so tight that as she became more and more worked up it just took one more tug. Yes just a little more effort, a stronger pull, a yank, a tug, a rip and she tore the panties away from her exposing her pubic mound and glistening lips to her older lover. "Oh fucking hell Charley," Will groaned his fingers now stroking his balls and cock. "You like it Will?" "Oh God yes, I love it." With the ripped thong dangling from the one thigh that it was still encircling, Charley turned away. She went and got a chair and brought that close to the bed, right in Will's line of vision, She sat on it with her legs widely opened. Her sex was staring right at Will. It was throbbing, it was wet and it was open. She slid her fingers round her lips; she parted the folds of pink, velvety, lubricated skin that sheltered her clit making sure he could see it. She rubbed herself alongside it. "Would you like me to masturbate for you, darling?" she whispered, not waiting for the almost grunted answer. With one hand attending to the, now almost desperate, needs of her breasts, which were steamingly hot and throbbing, the nipples feeling as if they were about to explode, and the other between her legs, it took her hardly any time at all, before she was ready to cum. Will saw that and wiggled himself across the bed taking the shuddering Charley into his arms and cuddling her as spasm after spasm of sensations roared through her slim, lithe body. She felt wonderful as he held her tightly, yet tenderly and considerately. She also felt wonderful as her orgasm crashed over her, but what made her feel most wonderful was the hard cock pressing against her hip. He was ready. Charley had hardly finished cumming before she had pushed Will onto his back, had joined him on the bed, had straddled his hips and had taken his cock deep into her body. And like that she fucked him, hard and long for, as he said, second cummings take a long time. Chapter 7 Charley and Will didn't go back to the pleasuredome. They hardly came out of his room, just a couple of brief visits to the spa, where one of the masseuses seemed very familiar to Charley. They didn't have sex all the time the next day and night, but they did make love all that time. Charley found the difference, or was taught it by Will, between having sex and making love. Making love does not have to be fucking, as she had always thought. It can take so many different forms, such as kissing endlessly, stroking and caressing each other, bathing together and massaging each other. And that is exactly what they did for the rest of their time at Helsborg. They traveled back to London together, Will drove with Charley in her car to her apartment, she cooked a light meal, they drank a bottle of wine, they went to bed and they again made love. She called into her office and said she would be late and may not be in at all, something she had never done before. Somehow she was looking at life differently. Suddenly the job seemed less important, the promotion she had been celebrating, less of a milestone in her life. Her celebration, she realised to herself had changed. That was now featured around making love for free not buying sex. Will and Helsborg had changed her. But more change was to come. And to come quickly. They saw each other every day for the next two weeks. Amazingly Charley's travel schedule was light and her workload was less than before her promotion, so most evenings she was able to meet Will by nine at her flat, his house in Nottinghill or at a restaurant. It was at his five bed roomed townhouse in a leafy road near to Portobello Market that Charley's life took a momentous change. For it was there that Will said. "Marry me Charley." And Charley said. "Yes."