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  She thought Mrs Reinhard was going to choke. She opened her mouth to say something, her face the colour of beetroot, then closed it again and merely blew out her cheeks, lost for words.

  “If you’ll follow me, please,” she managed to croak after a moment. “Howard will be home shortly.”

  Rowena was shown to an upstairs bedroom – just one of about fifty, she surmised. The old house was like something form an Agatha Christie novel. Lots of dark wood panelling, stuffed and mounted stags’ heads, and suits of armour. Old family portraits stared coldly at Rowena as she climbed the stairs, and she was glad when they finally reached the bedroom at the end of a long, dimly-lit corridor.

  “There is an en-suite if you…wish to prepare yourself,” Mrs Reinhard told her distastefully. “I shall send Howard here directly on his arrival.”

  “And you?” Rowena asked as she tossed her bag onto the large four-poster bed. “You won’t be joining us?”

  “Certainly not!” Mrs Reinhard spat. “The very thought!”

  She spun on her heel, looking for all the world as though she would spontaneously combust. The door slammed behind her, and Rowena shrugged and started to undress.

  ***

  For someone married to the sour-faced Mrs Reinhard, Howard was surprisingly attractive. Tall and athletically-built, his chestnut-brown hair was just starting to grey at the temples, giving him a typically distinguished look. His jaw had visibly dropped as he had entered the bedroom to find Rowena draped provocatively over the bed in bright red lace underwear, and he had blushed charmingly to match.

  Within ten minutes, Rowena had him chained to the headboard, naked and at her mercy. He had been as compliant as a lamb as she had undressed him and applied the cuffs. Then again, Rowena mused, being hitched to that sour-pussy meant that he was well-versed in taking orders from a dominant female.

  “Just relax,” Rowena told him, kneeling beside him on the huge bed. She let her hands drift casually towards Howard’s dropping cock, intent on pumping new life into it and –

  Her mobile phone chirped unexpectedly and Rowena halted, swearing under her breath. Flashing Howard an apologetic smile, she searched her jacket pocket for the phone and looked at the screen.

  Bobby!

  “Fuck you,” growled Rowena and switched off the phone. She rammed it back into her pocket and resumed her seduction.

  “Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “Okay, now like I said, just close your eyes and relax.”

  Howard shut his eyes tight and Rowena very slowly curled her long fingers around his soft penis. It was a first for her: usually, the very sight of her scantily-clad body was enough to have most guys standing to attention in seconds. Still, she liked a challenge, and she was determined to meet it head on.

  Slowly, sensually, she started to stroke Howard’s sleeping cock. It remained soft and pliable in her grip even after several minutes, and Rowena sighed softly. Time for a little mouth action, she decided.

  She lowered her head, her long hair hanging in a curtain over Howard’s thighs and took his cock fully into her mouth. She pulled back the foreskin with her hand, swirling her velvet tongue over the lifeless head, sucking ever so gently and warmly as she did so. She thought she felt something happen and continued enthusiastically until she could be sure. Finally after another minute or so, she raised her head and regarded Howard’s slowly growing penis with delight. Once more, she grasped it with her slender fingers and started to stroke it, encouraging it to grow more and more. Howard gave a groan as she stroked it to a hardness he had evidently not known in some time, and he opened his eyes, filled now with utter lust for her.

  “God, that’s a cock and a half,” Rowena purred, licking her lips and hurried taking off her skimpy panties. “Too good to waste.”

  Howard was straining at the cuffs, a deep longing in his expression as Rowena straddled him and very slowly guided his cock up into her pussy. She was a little drier than she would ordinarily have liked before letting anyone stick it into her, but not so dry that she couldn’t live with it! She took his hard-on inside of her in several back and forth movements, each time taking in just an inch or so more until at last he had penetrated her to the hilt. He growled with pleasure and closed his eyes unbidden as Rowena sat squarely on him and started to gyrate her hips.

  The old bed creaked beneath her as Rowena worked her hips. She sighed as she felt the head of his cock hit her G-spot and send a shiver of sensation through her pussy. Howard gave a guttural groan of desire as she rode him, the warm silkiness of her hole making him harder.

  “God, I want you,” he gasped, hauling for all he was worth on the cuffs. “Please, let me!”

  Rowena’s huge breasts bounced enticingly in front of his face and he craned his neck towards them, starving for the voluptuous globes of flesh threatening to overflow her sexy Wonderbra. She made no move other than to increase his torture, reaching behind her back to undo the bra and reveal the unadulterated beauty of her naked tits to his ravenous gaze.

  “Oh, God,,” he complained as Rowena slid her pussy up his erection so that several inches of it emerged, glistening in her juices, before she sat down and allowed it to disappear fully inside herself again. She settled into this new motion, always up and down, up and down, ever increasing the burning urge to come that Rowena had irreversibly ignited in his resurrected manhood.

  Rowena jumped as two hands, soft and feminine, slid around her midriff and then drifted higher to cup her amazing breasts. Warm lips brushed a kiss on her shoulder, and she turned her head to see Eleanor Reinhard staring mistily back at her. A very different Mrs Reinhard. The hair that she had previously worn piled up on her head now hung loose about her face, and Rowena would never have guessed that such a wonderful body had been hidden beneath the drab garb she had worn earlier. This was a MILF is ever Rowena had seen one!

  “You are indeed beautiful,” Eleanor complimented her. “How could Howard not have responded to you? And I suspect you to him also.”

  Rowena sighed and closed her eyes, for a second oblivious to the sound of Mrs Reinhard’s whispers as a surge of sensation coursed through her pussy as she continued riding Howard. Her subsequent moan only confirmed her client’s suspicions.

  “God, yes,” she admitted. But she knew what Eleanor wanted. And although it took every ounce of willpower, Rowena nodded and lifted her body off of Howard, leaving his unsatiated cock for Mrs Reinhard’s more deserving pussy. She watched as Howard’s longsuffering wife lowered herself onto his rampant shaft, groaning with delight as it plunged deeper and deeper.

  “Nice and easy now,” Rowena urged, placing her hands on Eleanor’s hips to slow her movements. “Enjoy it.”

  Eleanor nodded vigorously and tossed her head back, letting out a deep sigh as she lifted herself slightly off Howard’s cock and then lowered her hips again.

  “That’s the way,” Rowena approved, reaching her hand round to find Eleanor’s clitoris, which had hardened to match her husband’s arousal. She started to rub, massaging the erect nub with small, circular movements that seemed to drive Mrs Reinhard wild. She maintained the long, slow ride of her husband, but already Rowena had noticed a familiar flush appearing around Eleanor’s neck and shoulders. Her breathing grew heavier, and then in an instant she was hurtled headlong into the path of an oncoming juggernaut of an orgasm! Her whole body heaved and arched, and she groaned like a woman possessed, digging long, red nails into Howard’s hairy chest.

  Rowena used her other hand to clutch Howard’s tightened balls. “Your turn now,” she said, consumed with excitement. “Show your wife just how much you love her!”

  The words were barely out of her mouth before Howard let out a huge grunt and thrust upwards into his wife’s moist pussy. There was a resounding slap of his thighs against Eleanor’s buttocks, followed by another and another as he emptied several months of frustration into her. Rowena watched in satisfaction as the cocktail of jucies that he had created inside his wife already starte
d to leak out of her dripping vagina with each heave-ho of his hips.

  At length, Howard ceased, satisfied, breathing hard. Eleanor remained astride her revived husband, and turned her head towards Rowena.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much! Although I’m sorry to have robbed you of the main prize.”

  Rowena smiled. “You were more deserving of it than me,” she accepted graciously.

  “Very kind,” Eleanor said. “But I want to give you a little extra by way of compensation.”

  “There’s really no need.”

  “Oh, but I think there’s every need,” Eleanor replied, finally climbing from her husband and gesturing towards his spent penis. “So, work your magic, Ms Swift. And enjoy!”

  New Blooms

  The workload at Salome’s Garden had reached a point beyond even Rowena’s ability to keep up. Much as she tried to meet demand, there were simply not enough hours in the day in which she could successfully satisfy all those seeking to indulge in her delights. Thankfully Clarissa managed to recruit several more escorts to take the increasing pressure off Rowena. But although these new girls were a hit, they were only ever second choice, and did nothing to dent Rowena’s perennial popularity.

  “Nice place,” Clarissa commented as Rowena climbed from the swimming pool at the rear of her new detached country house and turned her face to the hot August sunshine. “I thought you’d be stuck in that dingy flat of yours forever.”

  “Needs must,” Rowena said, stretching out on a sunbed to allow her curvaceous body to soak up some rays. “His name is Bobby.”

  “Ah, the infamous ex-.

  “Yes, the bastard.”

  Clarissa smirked. “Be careful. They say hate’s akin to love, remember!”

  “As if!” Rowena snorted. “If I never see that conniving waste of space ever again, it will be too soon.”

  She made a flamboyant flourish, sweeping her arms wide. “And buying my own pad at the ass of the world will make that possibility even less likely.”

  “Rural Cheshire is the ass of the world?” Clarissa frowned playfully. “All the wags would love that!”

  Rowena laughed and reached for her Virgin Mary cocktail. She preferred the bloodier version, but she needed to keep a clear head for that evening’s client. There was often alcohol a-plenty on offer at many of her jobs and she didn’t want to be trashed before she even arrived.

  “How do you do it?” Clarissa asked, her eyes roving over Rowena’s fabulous figure that was only partially concealed by the black bikini she was wearing. “I always knew you were special, Rowena Swift, but you surpassed even my expectations.”

  “Blame my mother,” Rowena quipped. “She always encouraged me to give of my best.”

  “Maybe I’ll send her a thank you card,” Clarissa threatened with a laugh. “I take it she’s not familiar with her daughter’s new career.”

  Rowena shook her head and took another sip of her drink. “I’ll only tell her if I ever get desperate for my share of the family jewels,” she replied. “Because if she knew anything about what I’m up to, she would very likely have a heart attack!”

  “Naughty girl!” Clarissa scolded. “But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

  That Rowena’s secret life had remained just that despite her face and figure being openly visible on the Salome’s Garden website was due only to the fact that all those who sought out its services were often in positions of influence and moved in circles way higher than the everyday norm. Had she been the employee of some backstreet enterprise, then Rowena knew she would have been rumbled in a matter of days. She owed it to the class of client she serviced that she could enjoy her work and its benefits largely without fear of being recognised in the street.

  Clarissa left a short time later, and Rowena indulged in a couple more hours sunbathing before eating a typically light meal. After the salad, she took her usual ninety-minutes in careful preparation for the evening. This included a long soak in a bath perfumed with oriental oils that softened and fragranced the skin fit for a prince to touch. Additional creams and perfumes were added to the exotic blend, until she infused the air around her with a subtle yet intoxicating essence. Then came the most important part of all – the outfit. Tonight’s client had requested a slightly dominatrix style, which was unusual. Rowena had very few fetishists on her books. It seemed that almost everyone wanted her in straightforward sexy lingerie! She figured the website photos of her in similar garb helped promote that image. Still, tonight would make a refreshing change, and she donned her black leather corset, fishnet stockings and high boots with glee.

  Having concealed the outfit beneath a conventional skirt, light cotton top and jacket, Rowena left the house at a little before seven pm. Her cute yellow Boxster growled contentedly as she guided it slowly from its garage, and then it burst into a joyful raw as she swung out of the double driveway and screeched onto the open road beyond.

  ***

  “Ridley?”

  Rowena couldn’t believe her eyes when the hotel door opened. At first she thought that Clarissa’s second-in-command was there on business – maybe a last deal discount for the client or something like that. But as he stood unmoving in the doorway, looking lean and lustful, she realised he was the client!

  “God, you’re just as beautiful as you were that day I fucked you in the office,” he growled, reaching for her and pulling her into the room. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to relive the experience.”

  “Er, Ridley,” she began, trying to speak between the hungry kisses he was already eating into her throat. “I presume this is all by the book.”

  “Don’t worry, just get naked!”

  “Just as long as I get my percentage.”

  Ridley broke off his pawing of her just for a moment. “Plus bonuses, as ever. I saved up. And you are more than worth going without alcohol and ciggies for a few months!”

  Her eyes were already closing as she assented to Ridley’s claim on her for the night. Within minutes, her blouse was lying in a torn heap on the carpet, and her black corset was hanging from her body, with Ridley devouring her gorgeously full tits. He pushed her back onto the large divan and groped between her legs, rubbing the flat of his hand over the front of her panties. She sighed and opened her legs for him as he sought to venture inside her underwear.

  “Yes,” she urged him as his fingers slipped down the front of her panties and followed the narrow trail of neatly trim pubes down to their sensitive terminus. Her clit hardened almost instantly beneath his fingertips, and she groaned with pleasure as he started to rub it firmly, rapidly cranking up a head of sexual tension. Her own hand roamed to his crotch and fastened over the massive bulge she could feel beneath the dark denim. He growled encouragement and her fingers nimbly unfastened his jeans to emancipate Ridley’s memorable cock. It was as big and hard as she remembered!

  His whole body shook as she curled her fingers around the thick shaft and started to stroke it gently. His firm caressing of her clitoris was fast driving her wild with the desire to feel this beautiful dick filling her, and she used her other hand to pull aside her panties to allow him to do just that at the earliest possible moment. Ridley’s fingers probed the entrance to her pussy, dipping into the juices that had started to flow there and with no more ado, guided the head of his cock into that delicious doorway.

  Just like that first time, back in Clarissa’s office, he seemed to have difficulty in controlling himself before even a minute had passed. The same expression – the tightly closed eyes and gritted teeth – highlighted both his struggle and determination caused by his being inside her. Rowena pinned him with her thighs and gripped his shoulders hard as he thrust at a deep angle into her soft, warm vagina, and she inclined her head back to receive the hungry kisses he was eating into her smooth neck and throat.

  Ridley had never made a secret of the fact that he wanted her badly, but this rough, passionate sex still took Rowena’s brea
th away. Back in the office that day of her induction, his lust had been expressed in a needfully controlled manner, under Clarissa’s watchful eye. But here, now, in the dim light of this luxury hotel, he was giving way to the animal desire that she obviously instilled in him. The fire she had just poured more petrol on to each time he had seen her in the office or driven her to a client – and God knew how many times he had gazed at her pictures longingly on the website!

  “Jesus Christ, I just want to fuck you for ever!” he confessed with a groan that betrayed the fact that he would be lucky to last even another five minutes despite his wish. Almost too hard, he rammed his penis so deep into Rowena that she winced, tears of discomfort springing to her eyes. But still she clung to him like a drowning man who had found the only way of staying afloat in the raging sea and would not let go for fear of being overwhelmed by its fury. Harder, faster, Ridley drove his cock into her, whatever wish to last forgotten as he pounded one final and blissful time into a thunderous climax. Rowena let out a squeal as she felt him come, the hot semen fairly gushing into her pussy as Ridley again found the satisfaction in her that he had craved all this time. He thrust one final time to empty himself fully, and then lay over her, fairly gasping for air, his muscular arms trembling.

  A minute passed and he withdrew carefully, his relieved penis still slowly seeping residue. Rowena spoke to him with her wide eyes, and he understood, presenting his spent manhood to her. She licked at the last drops of semen until her lips glistened in the glow of the lamp, and then she took the softening member fully into her mouth, sucking gently. He watched her in an almost detached manner, his eyes bright with amusement, until the caress of her tongue reawakened him.

  He sighed deeply and curled his fingers in her thick blonde hair, holding her head firmly in place as she sucked him gently back to his impressive hardness. She looked up into his eyes and smiled, and he slowly traced a loving finger around the sculpted lines of her face.