Escort services.

Chapter 1.

At finish, she allowed him to cum, letting his come spurt into her mouth in almost painful spasms of interjection. Her tight grip at the base of his tool released, allowing the pent up come to go across, so that it shot through his urethra at bang velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his sexual climax ripped through his body. Her mouth, locked around his majestic head, creating a seal, trapping his sticky fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the lowly tautness subsided, she let his come dribbling from between her varicolored lip, to run down his rotating shaft and coalesce at the foundation of his plane cock.

For a moment, she was quite felicitous to let his milky white core, consortium in the minuscule hollow where root met body, while she held his, still stiff cock, in her back talk, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in recherche and deliberate slowness, she lowered her foreland, taking his intact length into her throat until her rim met the resistance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to toss between her lips and his cock once again, to give to the warmth of her mouth. When she was quenched she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her straits, allowing his ray of light to come forth from her throat and between her mouth until only the very tip was all that joined them.

She swallowed then, her throat working the globules of seminal fluid to the back of her throat before sliding down into her gullet.

Chrissie stood, piss cascading from her heavy, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow weewee came to her umbilicus, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been sheer torment for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the present moment of firing and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to dulcorate the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would accept managed to hit the glass roof of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. mike closed his eyes for a moment's respite.

In that two hour academic term, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his groin, almost tearing his turncock off with the firmness of her muscular tissue. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her button and labia until his sass ached. Throughout, she had been the controlling influence, her need were to be met before all else, then, and only then, was he allowed his release.

Chrissie leaned and planted a candy kiss on his rim. Her teat brushed against the cooling skin of his shoulder joint. He could try his cum on her tongue as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the subject, endured it.

His ad in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his military service as a compliant accompaniment. He did suppose to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market, meaning that he might take in a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first client hiring him who had money and all the furnishing that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a job, but that wasn't his solely need. It would be fantastic to find a rich fair sex to sponsor him through the residuum of his studies.

Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a sealed spirit of adventure. A robust adult female seemed to experience far more than experience and a desire to have her wants tended to to, than say, a woman who had to wreak for a animation. Perhaps it was the availability of metre in which to play and search or, a greater boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, hard currency, in a plain white envelope. Neither of them hurried to snip, she preferred a silky planetary house coat which flapped open at the front showing her enhanced boob and surgically flattened belly. Her riches bought a eubstance more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool off confines of the pool house to turn back to the living room where the afternoons amusement had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike leant forward, kissing her face as he opened the independent entrance door.

"Thank you Michael."She breathed against his ear. He didn't correct her, knowing that she got a small-scale, perverse pleasure, calling him Michael instead of Mike."That was just perfect."

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new business visiting card that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped occasional table by the threshold. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the rough sunlight of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Henry Martyn Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business poster, drove home base to a chill shower and a cogitation session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red ignitor blinking. Two messages, the beginning from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to think of him as seventy. The early content was a little more cryptical, but then turned out to be one of the several cross bureau that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two mankind apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising scheme. He had been careful to observe where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too a good deal of a trouble, it was a loose agreement they shared, but it might test guileful to explicate if she saw him with different women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slim burden on his procession through studying Hellenic music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lector and does mean you missed the vital period of the lecture. Power dot banker's bill just didn't convey the really meaning of what the lecturer was trying to get across.

The telephone trilled. Robert realised that he had been snoozing and came back to life with a start.

"how-do-you-do ?"

"Hello, is that Mike ?"The female voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a tenacious tunnel, obviously a mobile.

Hearing his working name, Henry M. Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he hold just for these calls.

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a whisper, then a loud noise. The air went quiet for a instant, then her voice again.

"Sorry, I dropped the phone."She sounded youthful and nervous.

"What can I do for you er… ?

"Oh ! Sally, sorry. I'm a bit… um… well, you understand."She paused."I eh… well I need an escort for a function.

They talked further and made musical arrangement to meet for a coffee the future first light. Robert dropped the receiving system and hit the books. Vivaldi wasn't his front-runner composer, finding his medicine a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her pile to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a tired representative, she agreed, said night and dropped the pass catcher on its cradle, cutting off any fortune for a New World chat. He figured she had individual with her, but was too tired to be curious.


crack looked pretty a great deal as he had imagined her. An elfin typeface was framed by brownish curl that sat atop a thin framed, pin down shouldered fille. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

She stood as he approached her table, a questioning and aspirer look in her eyes.

"mike ?"She stood around five invertebrate foot four in, definitely under ten stone and trembling over every inch.

"Hi, you must be sortie, would you like another coffee ?"He asked, noting that she had emptied a great latte already. The cup looked cold, as if she had been there some time.

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her nervous smile crinkled the edge of her optic. Mid thirties he thought, single, probably a career girl.

"Two sugars right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the sugar tubes opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his minor joke and was proud of to see she had understood the reference to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to study her in the musing of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fret with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the plica as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her upheaval in jerky, unremitting movements. Her dress hung off the berm with a fashionably low neck argument, a transcript of betimes sixties style with large blossom in red and pink printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have got been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her surplus frame.

She had no jewelry on not even a watch adorned her consistency. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the eternal rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin radiocarpal joint led to slender arms eventually lost in the dribble sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the image didn't flaming his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffee berry on a tray, telling him the scratch was on a viewpoint at the end of the heel counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the multicoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

"So, tell me, what's the function you're going to ?"He placed the coffee in social movement of her as he sat opposite.

"It's a presentment at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and dance event, its a duet's night and well… I needed individual to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a beau, but the pause filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first meter and, well…"She ran out of words, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the flush in her impertinence and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to pull in just how much this meeting was costing her, his esteem for her firmness of purpose increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the meter of their introductions to intimate territory, she might relax a small.

"I'm an accountant for a law firm, been there for a few years. Its okay, but the hours are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eye downcast.

"…anyway, how does this workplace"She might be nervous, but he liked her candor of purpose.

They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to cope with, then, left for their reprint ways with a day of the month for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first pick him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front end door and pocketed the keys in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a specialize mews off of flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should ingest wings sprouting from her spine. Clothed as she was in a chunk surgical gown made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looking were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how frail she was, realising that she probably would be a sizing eight or less. Her hair rose up from her boldness, looking like it might be supported by some sort of hidden structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of bright yellowness orchids on a wrist band.

"Thank you."She smiled into his eyes as he closed the car threshold, taking care not to catch her foot in its glittering shoe.

The food was very good, respective form ranging from plot, Pisces the Fishes, fowl and red meats, each accompanied by gratis vino, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

quip was to get one of the top awards, a partnership in the society after scoring a vast deal in Australia and Republic of Singapore. She returned back to their tabulate clutching a glass and marble prize and a smile that threatened to split her case. The award was a ended surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some time later, when the elbow room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Henry M. Robert and suggested that they make their departure. She had downed several flutes of bubbly and was somewhat the tough for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the English, smoking and chatting with other driver who were also waiting for their charges. Robert opened the room access for her and had to guide her in where her balance was off by a few point and one hand clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea mews was in double-dyed silence, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Greater London streets.

"Do you want to come up ?"She asked him, her eyes unfocused, peering at his face.

"Um, okay, I'll see you in."Robert dismissed the driver, telling him he would hitch a cab.

The combination of champagne and fresh air hit Sally quite suddenly. A hired man flew to her mouthpiece as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching broken wind, managing to aim it all into a concrete bloom planter. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her sassing while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment block whose mews incoming belied the space behind the glass door, then, eventually to her doorway. Henry Martyn Robert unlocked the door, taking her cay from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bust threatened to disable her. He found the support room and waited, listening to her retching, aim on just making indisputable she was okay before he left. He laid her keystone on a glass topped coffee table that took centre of attention post of her sparsely supply apartment. What furniture there was, wheel spoke of calibre, but was understated in tweed or a fragile variation.

Sally came into the life elbow room some ten moment later, very often better and steadier than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the rosiness of inebriation had gone.

"facial expression, I should go, we can get that coffee another time."He sympathised with her distress, hadn't he been in a similar shape himself on far too many occasions.

"No ! Please sit, have a drink."There was a hint of desperation in her voice accentuated with staccato movements.

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a spell. I will pay the supernumerary of course."She stood in straw man of him, nervously wringing her handwriting, looking, for all the world, like a distaff version of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the expulsion of alcohol had sobered her up, but allowed the face to return.

"Look, I won't be a moment."Without warning, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the living elbow room. Alone, Robert sat on the nearest armchair to await her return.

Five minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the crapper or left the building like Elvis, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his capitulum as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much let down register.

And then, suddenly, from a break room access behind him, she came back into the room, a humble susurration of sound the only clue he had that she had returned. Henry Martyn Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky Edward White pelt was an opponent contrast to the black of a sleazy harness, the type Anne summertime catalogues sell. Fake leather strap surrounded her minuscule bosom before joining and disappearing around her back only to return much downcast and unite just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her peg, framing her hairless slit. A constellate arrest completed the integrality of her dress. That at least, looked like true leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to choke the impulse. Her boldness were blastoff already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, sortie wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, ticklish even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorexic might be. zip stuck out like costa or hip bones, it was all just smaller than norm. Naked, she had a softness and isotropy that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her give knee cocked in front of her right leg, closing the cancel gap between her peg. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her vertebral column so that he could not see her bridge player, but suspected that she had also bought herself a brace of manacle. Unbidden, a mental picture of flossy pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

"Do you like ?"She coquettishly tilted her head, waiting for his approval.

"I… um… well it is a surprise."He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her charge toward him. She threw herself face down on the story at his base. He winced imagining the harm it must possess caused her unornamented inning as she connected with the marble level tile. She had indeed shackled her workforce behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

"Take me skipper,"she yelled,"I'm your's to do with as you please."

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden number of consequence and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn't given any clue to this barefaced English of her.

He collected his thoughts and decided to play along with the game.

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an human elbow and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the tile and the force of her landing on them had made her nipple stand erect. Her peel showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first clock time, did he marvel why women with bantam breasts had orotund mamilla, large than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his foot lightly on her flat belly and peered down at her from his seated position and stared at her while he asked.

"So my piddling striver, what have you been up to eh ?"

Her heart flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

"I have been very bad master ; I got drunkard at a party and threw up. I must be punished as you see fit. May I get you a cane ?"

Fucking snake pit ! He thought to himself, this woman is really into it.

"Yes you had near. Go now before it is too late."

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to speed out of the elbow room the minute she had her base under her and then devolve a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his invertebrate foot, but on her knees this fourth dimension and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his right hand. It was no affect thing the blackened leather was cadaver except for the leather loop at the end of the braided handle.

"stand up."He ordered. She stood, trembling slightly, but whether that was anticipation or boldness, he wasn't sure.

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milklike white nates to him as she bent at the waist and rested on the chair arm with her feet on the floor.

Henry Martyn Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured hide, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the thenar of his hand. It stung, but served to let him know that he would need to be gentle, if he didn't want to ache her.

He flicked the coil end, lightly striking her exposed rear end. She yelped dutifully and a small red mug showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"master key must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me knockout, my wickedness are so great."

He took the pinch and smacked her ass a petty harder, making trusted that she felt it.

"Harder."

His following reverse was Thomas More than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent gust, he aimed so that none hit the Saame spot, brought cry from her pleading for more and yes, harder yet.

Her ass was looking quite red now, but she begged for just a little more than absolution. He struck her twice more, using force he knew would really smart, but all she did was moan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting women, even in sexual period of play was not his idea of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their want, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

"sales booth up, slut."He commanded. She folded her knees and managed to stand without the welfare of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright in battlefront of him on the floor. Her olfactory organ was approximately degree with his bulwark. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side and with a niggling effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his dick. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red weal across her breast. One More slash, another red welt pointing to her pap across her result breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth outdoors, gasping and a light perspiration on her brow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my fiddling slave, use your lip and make for sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to pass between her lips. Her sass was warm and a willing recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the back of her point, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to bury as much of his length as he dared, little cryptic then, pulled her straits back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to spew his come in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her back talk and slapped her face with it.

"DOE my minuscule striver want to be used ?"He waited a split second for an response then, asked,"Is my lilliputian slut ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her brain was bowed so her answer was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, yes sir, please fuck me."

"Rise slave."

She stood. Henry M. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was albumen or a shade of White person, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. color came from the continental quilt screening, being a deep blue devil. He found he liked the décor but would induce liked a little more piece of furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the edge of the queen-sized bed. She stood, stemma still awaiting his command. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had metre to react, he lashed her posterior with the crop, leaving a livid red wheal across both, already reddened cheeks.

"Spread your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the craw. Her legs aviate apart, exposing her purulent mouth that pouted and were trapped between the strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned brim with the crop, evincing a yelp of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the following lash of the whip.

Robert dropped his wearing apparel to the base and knelt between her parted legs.

"kneel up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her articulatio genus under her body, making her niggling ass rounded.

He felt her cunt, running finger backsheesh over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and gear up for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it feel as if it was done with violence, but in true statement, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easy to hurt her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her eubstance. For a abbreviated here and now, as faint hit her at the right field Angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

He expertly slipped a condom on with one hand while fingering her with the other.

Robert adjusted his position and shoved his length into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

"I didn't Tell you to talk."He slapped her again and was rewarded with a squeal of daze and delight.

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his peter getting harder as it found new depths in which to rifle her consistence. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding harvest in front of her until he managed to get in into her rima oris like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would grip it in her dentition. Her new slant allowed him to push even further into her, his balls were slapping against her button. She was grunting in time with his push as her physical structure accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Henry M. Robert was still a way off from his coming, so he continued to fuck her in this variation of doggy, still forcing her head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her cries reflected his thrusts.

He let go of the crop and grabbed her breasts as if for leverage and began to pump into her in earnest, driving him towards the climax of the act.

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to abide by. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Robert stood in forepart of her and rub his prick, aiming it at her face.

"take off the gumshoe slave."She could only use her tooth ; her manus were still clasped in the paw cuffs.

A few more pump on his defenseless cock had his come hit her cheeks and spray over her forehead and optic. Her lips parted to allow a little to insert her mouth.

"Thank you Master."She said once he had finished spraying her with his milky seed.

"This slave needed to be punished and thanks you for the gift of his seed."

Later, after the forebode coffee, Henry M. Robert left her dwelling house. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the River Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the extra two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her gossip about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all political party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singsong vocalism pleaded but, without the conviction you might require from someone, truly despairing. Robert had seen the Lapp guy in his regular spot in Charing hybridizing Underground for as long as he had been commuting to capital of the United Kingdom. The street beggar never seemed to vary and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good standard, haircloth combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

He passed the sitting man, thinking that he can't even be bothered with the"spare"from the usual phrase"Spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Mon and Robert was trying to recoup from the heavy weekend. His Night with the accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his free energy reticence. The parkway to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with vacation traffic and then, after a recent finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frantic in her need.

As was often the case, they argued on the way back. Henry Martyn Robert couldn't understand why, after a academic session where Lucy climaxed, she would found into him as if guilt feelings drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self tanning, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the table service of a psychiatrist. This was possibly one of the main reasons that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each former.

Henry M. Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his cheek as she opened the car room access and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or rearwards glance as if she was shutting out the last few time of day, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a content on the answer phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the demo. He slept for four minute before showering and catching the tubing to UCL where he had a lecture on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of Hellenic music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and pledge, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His eventide was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

"Hi is that Michael ?"Henry Martyn Robert reached for his pad.

"Yes, Michael speaking, how can I help you ?"

"Hi, my figure's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were loose. I saw your advertisement in the local newspaper. Is that your real number picture ?"

"Hi Rachel, yep that's me. The weekend is release at the bit. What did you have in mind ?"

"Oh ! It's just a party, but is meant to be his and hers. The ‘ hers'is not a problem, but the ‘ his'might be. So, as a last resort, I hoped you could be my escort for the evening."

Henry M. Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred quid for a six hour Erolia minutilla. The party was in Essex, they agreed to hire a cab from her address. garb was to be smart casual.

Sat evening found him outside her flat in an due east London suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Apostle Paul John Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some time. Brown pack of cards shoes completed the corps de ballet. He felt comfortably dressed and quite cook for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell pushing, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive face. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her jean and a multicolored blouse at around five animal foot nine with broad shoulders and a heavy set body supported on thick legs that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite charm and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just intimation of gloss over her eye and a unclouded blush to her brass. Robert liked the way her short Robert Brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a Cuban sandwich, he noticed the subtle highlight of red.

"Ready ?"She asked him breezily as she checked the threshold and carefully placed her keys into a position pocket of the leather purse.

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the device driver her invitation card with the name and address on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont ideal prick in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his services for the return journeying later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very great men in black courtship and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guys. Robert thought the suits might have had to be sprayed on.

The succeeding three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty very much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd together terpsichore trading floor. He caught the periodic coup d'oeil of her dance with former women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a rugby airplane propeller forward, but moved with a state of grace that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap mixture that all the sense of taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of mass who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge glassful, but cypher interesting and really, only fragmentary, representative struggling to overcome the tawdriness of the music.

At live, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and Sir Thomas More than ready to go dwelling. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her butt, almost pulling the pathetic affair off of her feet.

"This is Sally."Rachel yelled in his ear."She's coming home with us."

The cab was a little late for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the wickedness nighttime, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a show of womanly lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the back seat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the single twist down seat so he was facing the two little girl and would feature his binding to the driver.

sallying forth smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gearing, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to Daniel Chester French kiss her. Henry Martyn Robert had a fleeting glance of whiten panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their tongues performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite myopic. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their Passion of Christ increased.

wisecrack's fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the dither to grasp a breast. Rachel's hands were equally meddling, travelling the length of wisecrack's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached Sally's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to keep on some modestly by not actually exposing each others soundbox parts, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab device driver to study the rear view mirror.

Sally and Rachel tumbled out of the cab, giggling and fumbling, leaving Robert to pay off the driver.

"You got yer ‘ ands full there mate."He dryly observed. “'Ope you got the stamina."

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Robert accepted the proffer change and watched the cab delineate away with the driver shaking his head.

Robert would have let it go at that point, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the randomness of the two women, taking advantage of the room access left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble crack of tequila and some strange tap juice. Sally was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a close by room.

"Um, look, I'll leave you two to it then. But, I er… well I haven't been paid yet Rachel."

She looked suitably mollified as she fished out an envelope from her bag on the counter top.

"Sorry about that Mike and thanks for looking after us. Wan na imbibe ?"

"Its O.K. thanks, think I'll just chief off."

"Oh please check, quip really wants to fuck you, she said so and… well a 3 sounds quite nice doesn't it Sal ?"

He hadn't heard Sally come up behind him. She reached around his waistline and grasped his balls, playfully squeezing them as if to quiz their weighting. He felt a momentary panic as he wondered just what it was he had landed in.

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot rooster while me girlfriend grub me."Sally let him go only to grasp his fundament with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is gasp down girl while I ‘ ave a good feel."

Rachel did as she was instructed, before Henry Martyn Robert had clip to do much else, she had his button undone and was yanking his Chino's and pants down around his ankles.

"shtup hell on earth Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her eyes, now only a few column inch away from his rooster, looked almost saucer sized as she took his duration in. With no more thought, she opened her lip and sucked his head in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the squabble was about. Most of his hammer was in Rachel's lip, but enough to give her an idea that he wasn't small in the penile section, was showing.

"Oh ! He's shaved as well, we done it right this time Rach."

They shared the sucking obligation, swapping him from mouth to mouth between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call off a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to drop all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The girls picked up their drinks and walked into the living way. In short-change order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Henry Martyn Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, clapper darting as agile fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her backtalk while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger's breadth was joined by another, then another until she had managed to mistake all four finger into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole hand, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a gush of yellow-brown fluid.

The purpose were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat smaller than Rachel, could only guide three finger's breadth of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the termination was the same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to add the cops.

The evening finished with the two in a sixty nine post while Henry Martyn Robert fucked Sally's arse, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of Sally as it oozed from her crack. His use complete, Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab house exhausted and a hundred pounds better off than he had expected to be.

Robert's next duty assignment found him in the clutch bag of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint footling tea shop class in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a adult female, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn't avail. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to bruise her tactile sensation, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few twenty-four hour period later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would bear been W. C. Handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appalled that he was almost physically cast. She eventually took the touch after several phone calls that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the liquidator down.

In fact, Robert's next few naming and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each womanhood who called his advertised identification number, carried more than enough baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been founding father luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth I turned out to be married, had been for many yr to a successful businessman who took little interest group in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, someone to show off to his competitor and fellow worker alike. In her late twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex modelling, well educated and articulate. Her attire sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small disruption when they met to talk about terms.

She was to travel to French capital to train in a fashion appearance, a social issue on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any Sir Thomas More, she liked to keep abreast of the tendency and had many friends who still peddled their ankle joint on the catwalk.

He was to conform to her at Saint Pancras station, bring enough clothes for an extended weekend and make sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite precise about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid attention to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the berth the day before. If it did indeed go far, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on accounting as a retainer in case his services were needed at some future engagement.

The rest of the workweek passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at end, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The plug-in showed finish to Belgian capital, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, standard class income tax return to Paris tucked into the inside scoop of his blazer. He had chosen falloff, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the vacuum tube place stairway. She was head teacher and shoulders above near of her familiar traveller, her height turning several head word and then her looking causing a sec glance of grasp. She wore a simple-minded ‘ A'bank line, light amobarbital sodium attire that came to just above her stifle. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and scant drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory hand shake, all business like and neutral, as a good deal as skin contract can be.

Henry Martyn Robert felt a little tremor of thrill and opened his mouth to say hullo, but she beat him to the drop.

"Hello Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, nothing like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her grinning was automatic, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth I had already begun to move towards the dance step down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling 1st course. tell passenger car then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct spirit that he was no more than the rent supporter. He had time to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord post in France. He was the hired assistant, little more than the status of a pet, he should get expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a hack silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in Avenue Queen Victoria, alongside the seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in to a greater extent of her buying power. This was various hundred Euros a night for the canonical room, not that the price were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His room, even though it wasn't premiere layer, still had an opulence that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential suite and well known as a patron.

By the time he had freshened up from the trip and explored the plush way he found himself in, Elizabeth II had called his bedside telephone set and asked him to receive her in the couch in ten minutes.

Gilt covered frescoes and relief instrument panel lined the walls and ceiling of the waiting room. A hovering waiter had taken his edict of a club tonic with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

"Robert, I will be going out for the remainder of the day and will be back at eight o'clock. We will have dinner in my entourage at nine, please pee-pee trusted you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

Their drinking arrived, delivered by the server on silent colloidal solution. She took a sip and then left him alone.

The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel Tower and walking around the Latin quartern, window shopping at the works of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the people of the city as they hurried around on their business.

Dinner that night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The trend kept warm on a hostess streetcar and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not birth put a name to the lulu he ate or the wine-coloured that accompanied the track. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth I glossed over the mode display premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was metre to go to bed. As mere as that, no preamble or ineptitude, just a bare number of issue, as if it had no more meaning than the business proposal it truly was. She stood, unzipped her clothes and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.

"The maestro sleeping accommodation is through there."She indicated with a nod of her head.

Henry M. Robert was transfixed. He knew she was beautiful and had crafted an image in his psyche. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her titty were in proportion with her size of it, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle dude that culminated in perfectly aligned teat with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not give been flatter, not even a slight gibbousness to sound out her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the whisker follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too declamatory nor too constrict, well defined maximus gluteus sinew with unflawed cutis as a concealment. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight hide. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt clit as he walked.

He placed a large number of safe on the bedside cabinet and, for the first time, held her without the barrier of habiliment between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her feel intrigued him, a subtle blend of lifelike and concocted essences. Her fuzz, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged streamlet either face of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head teacher in his human elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an purity that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the concern transcription had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the lead in this phase of their affair. He cupped her left boob, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her tit, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the words escaping his rim, his sass forming the language a msec after he thought them.

She smiled coquettishly, threw her arm around his cervix and drew his lip to hers.

The kiss tasted of the solid food they had shared, but to a greater extent, subtle clue of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breathing space. Robert became acutely cognisant that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a falling out of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the dorsum of his mind and bent to the task.

Her clapper found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to drift her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and heartbeat had risen, breathing became synchronised as natural language roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish spot under normal conditions, but an erogenous geographical zone when in a intimate coming upon. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower stomach, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his caput, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her callousness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her prompt chemical reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his back talk and clapper between her chest, tracing the bone social organisation, then, continued downward, passing the merchantman of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his poke with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth I held the back of his school principal, her fingers entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a touch with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her face endings registered his kisses and the expectancy of his lingua on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at end repay. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her womanly meat. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the issue it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her smoke. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual tension, promise and the good touch of Robert's spit and fingertips.

She would deliver tried for a reprise then, but Robert had early ideas as the pressure from his knife increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his mastery of her body.

He adjusted his stead, lifting a knee joint over her leg and then the other, so that he could induce free access code to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening button into his mouth while his fingers found her nipples to tease and pick off them. Elizabeth II came again in a shuddering culmination that she stifled with the dorsum of her deal between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her body, supporting his system of weights on his forearms placed either side of her trunk. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to pervade her in a join of mutual gratification. His fountainhead, nudged against her lips, seeking entranceway and home.

His initial thrust was ennoble, an geographic expedition of her inner self, an scuttle of her soundbox to his intrusion. The second and subsequent thrusts were with a higher importunity and want to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed Interior Department that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a sinew control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the point when he would not be able to control the penury to tincture her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his consistence over hers. Before he had a prospect to grab the packet, Elizabeth's back talk closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his round to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her glossa, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to block off or he would discharge right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil face pack. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his fingerbreadth, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you oceanic abyss Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the first expletive he had heard from her brim, but somehow, the tidings was fitting in the context.

He threw the one-half unwrapped rubber and turned her over so that her everlasting arse faced him. He eased his length into her body and began to fuck into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The gait settled into something doable, that allowed for geographic expedition of hands and fingers, but was insistent in the quest to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his culmination approached, she sensed his nearness and this knowledge heightened her own penury and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a mutual orgasm, producing fluids from them both that assorted and coalesced in a riot of moan and stolen breathes, taken, as spirit beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a perfect union.

He held her stuffy, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small tremor in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wails of gross misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth II really was. The trapping of wealthiness and perspective, proved as zilch when faced with raw emotion that neat sex and the simple union of two masses can engender.

He pulled her to him and held her to his breast as she poured out her heartbreak. Eventually, she slept. He slipped out of bed, semi-dressed and returned to his own room.

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday nighttime was spent in bed, locked in conjugation that, although satisfying and much More than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the same stature of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

Their parting at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business organization like position, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's usual persona resumed and cipher could interpenetrate the barriers.

"Thank you Henry M. Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an soft remembrance of their first Nox."But, you must forget me, leave this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the wrangle."…I will not, can not forget Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your odor and feel, or your tasting and your tears. Don't ask that of me delight ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little to a greater extent than a contractor, but I prefer to call up that we made a link, something beyond guest relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"sayonara Robert, take charge and please expect you defrayal in the mail as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would squall on his serving again.

He watched her walk away to the underground, knowing that she wore nada under the knit, ‘ A'line dress in abstemious Amytal. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as promontory turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no point in pretending anymore, Henry M. Robert 's cogitation were going to hell in a hired man basketful. There was also, no point in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having doubts about the women he met through his adverts.

His initial advertizing in the shop window had been superseded with a loud, more colourful add-in. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker head of sale. He had taken out a little space in the topical anaesthetic free newspaper contact newspaper column which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth II and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his futurity. It was obvious that his penury for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular natural process, was having a damaging effect on studying medicine. Most of the time, he was far too tired to concentrate for more than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to think whether he wanted to retain as a pupil and contribute up the professing, or take the latter as a career move and possibly clean up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the touchstone of the legal age of his client and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a birdsong from a new customer, it dawned on him that he should link up an agency. Let them ascertain the booking, pay them a small fee and have access to a much adept year of customer. It was n't that he was being snobby, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the good, he had to at least like the smell of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an federal agency that boasted a central London address and promised eternal clients. His resume was accepted and a suddenly interview in a bum hotel off of The Edgware route found him being punted around the contact cartridge and website they had. Robert removed his own advertising and waited for the telephone to closed chain. It did n't take long.

Amber, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a champagne blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the night to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that night. Was to be wearing a cause and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

Suzanne answered his knock, opening the door to her room with a smile and a receive in.

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her articulatio humeri as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a moment, make yourself comfortable. '' Her stress hinted at California.

Her perfume left a fleshy trail behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calfskin, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as marvellous as he, in her metal grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade duration in blonde tresses of luxuriant thickness. Robert thought that she might search fantastic naked, at least from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, distinctive of American women.

During the ride to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from California and was over here for a month, 'doing Europe'. So far she had spent three solar day in Paris and two in Amsterdam. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had complete teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully whiteness and completely even and so obviously the mathematical product of an orthodontist. Her sass, on the full slope, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very receive. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the mysterious speech communication of the body than her words did. Her oculus that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a Split instant, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The flow of words had stopped for a consequence, only to cover with her sudden question.

'' What ? Oh, I 'm sorry. I was just watching your sass. You have an incredible lip. '' He felt more than a piddling stupid at the ineptness of his commentary, but hoped it covered his switching off.

'' My friends shout me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the clip ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't much he did n't like about her. He also liked that she let him off the come-on so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the nighttime clubs, staying only long enough in each, to grab a beverage and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed unable to go down at all.

Eventually, after what seemed like every nightclub in John Griffith Chaney, they ended up at Ministry of Sound in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

'' Did n't Boy George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the club clunk of `` dancing Anthem '' that seemed to exude from the very walls.

He did n't try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to come up with two Saint Elmo's light without deoxyephedrine and a submarine of caustic lime shoved down the cervix of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her selection of dress was now obviously deliberate. The jackanapes fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the perceiver a less than subtle view of her bronzed thighs. Henry M. Robert joined her on the dance flooring, holding his beer in one hired hand and her slim waist in the former. Through the adjacent few dance hymn, they clung to each former and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

'' Let 's go. '' She whispered closely into his ear.

Henry Martyn Robert hailed a taxi which took them along the Embankment of the Thames toward her hotel in Knightsbridge.

'' I know it 's extra ... '' She whispered. `` ... but I feel really fucking horny and ... well ... it 's been a while, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific smile as she waited for his response.

Before he had time to recollect, the jocularity was out of his mouth.

'' What. Do you bat for the other English then ? '' He wished he had bitten off the words a millisecond later. Lame did not hatch it.

seismic disturbance at his directness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered.

'' Well yes, generally I do n't call for a man in my love life ... '' Her centre glittered in the ponder lighting of the shop they passed. It made him think of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her grinning was quiet wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't know if she was being good or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

He knew she was making fun now and feigned punching her on the berm. Her laugh was instant and completely at ease.

clothing was thrown in any focusing in the haste to get defenseless and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a contact of brim, they managed to get to the bedroom and nightfall onto the fairy sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her back while his finger sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his sassing. She tasted great and the perfume of her pelt was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the case to be submissive though. She had mind of her own and soon had his dick in her wide mouth while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing most of his length, covering him in her saliva.

Naked, Suzanne was every bit as beautiful as he had thought she would be when he first saw her. His anticipation had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her strenuosity. She could ride him as if on a bucking bronco, but without falling off.

Once she had satisfied her thirst for prick capitulum in her throat, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his dick and sat on it as if he were a Sybian vibrator and there she stayed, writhing and rubbing herself against him, getting her self off and paying no attention to him.

Under no magic trick that he was, in his part, little More than his customer 's temporary plaything, Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his dead body for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the outset time that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

'' Cmon big boy, fuck me will ya ? '' The fact that he was trapped beneath her seemed to have eluded her completely, but Robert managed to thrust up, bearing her weight momentarily. Her pelvic stab drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her pace increased. At last-place, she was getting there and hastened her climax with her finger's breadth rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her straits back, stretching her long cervix, her pharynx exposed, heftiness pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after seismic disturbance, bathed in sheen of perspiration from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would have done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a grand shape and knocker to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even need to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his eubstance with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

Suzanne, now that she had reached her goal, arose sinuously from him, breaking the contact of privates, leaving a slick residue over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My purse is on the dresser ; take whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a dismission like rubbish after use.

Robert 's tone of being a man dildo deepened, she was n't even going to let him to make clean himself up. As far as she was come to, he had performed the role of her need and had no more sake in him. He retrieved his vesture, dressed and yelled through the toilet door that she could keep her money. It was a small ego booster amplifier, very small, but made him find better about himself.

The check for the even arrived two twenty-four hour period later with a annotation from the Agency that his customer had called to say that his service of process was way above first moment and that the delegacy would be discipline to recommendation back dwelling house. amber was delighted that her new boy was such a success and added a hand written note of thanks.

Robert closed the bill, screwed it up and tossed it, over handwriting, into the waste bin. The events of that Night had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merit. Getting to make love adult female on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing More than a temp thing, made him finger that his Charles Frederick Worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the succeeding couple of days. Suddenly, he missed his subject field, missed the insistency of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the belief of baselessness and lack of Charles Frederick Worth would not shift.

The agency called with his succeeding appointment for the surveil Saturday dark. Robert was LE than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. amber must own picked up on his lacklustre reply to the engagement because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her belatedly forties, but had kept her flavor and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the conformation of her jaw line and face. Eye shadow was muted, a blend of at least two colours and in perfect 1 with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line wearing apparel and a single string of drop around her neck.

She ordered tiffin for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm salad with a methamphetamine of chardonnay grape to wash it down.
She talked over the food and the bound of her wine glass. Her middle rarely left his as she told him about the parentage of private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client point of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was right than the average hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly pedigree, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her gloomy middle holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short sentence only, the comments that came from your first client have brought you to my aid and, I like to look after my `` special '' boot. You seemed unhappy on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to construct for sure everything is okay with you. ``

Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really screw how to express his deep intuitive feeling of worthlessness. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his voice after a few second, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is very well. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his opinion, Henry Martyn Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something Sir Thomas More than casual liaisons. He wanted a partner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a consequence while she thought about the job and then espoused her ism. `` That feeling is nothing uncommon for us in the sex industry. The john is to keep on our working and private liveliness separate. I ca n't secern you how to do that, you will wreak it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a striver to the political machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's question and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the Sami way long time ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was fine, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my beau and created a disjoined life history, totally free-lance from work. ``

Robert remembered Lucy, his one clip girlfriend, now departed and really not missed. He wondered what she was doing these days.

Amber continued. `` You have plenteousness of free clock time Robert, so why not get out in the man and see the rose wine. Smell the rosiness and, if you are overt enough, maturate your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sat. Heidi is a long established supporter, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

amber got up from the chair, adjusted her dress and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Robert. Go out and find a lady friend. '' She left him at the table, his warm salad untouched and now cold.

Heidi made no pretext of wanting an escort for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly treat. This was her award for working arduous and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the stock markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's man, but she had a lifelike flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a class, she would call private Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the Park Lane Hilton, spending silly amount of money in oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a chartered cock was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel threshold at the coif eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his wearing apparel unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the middle of the suite incoming hall.

'' Hm. '' She mused, her Kuki-Chin in her script as she studied his physic. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five understructure two in marvellous, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in cypher but a fishnet body stocking and lightlessness letters patent leather high heels. Her breasts were pushing at the interlock of the fishnet. Her mammilla poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her curtly blonde hair looked compact and soft, well cut into the scruff of her neck. She carried a few spare pounds, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a fine specimen of womanhood Henry Martyn Robert thought.

She grabbed his flaccid organ and cocked her head to one side as she gazed at it.

'' William Tell me Robert, do you go bare back or sheathed ? ``

'' These Clarence Shepard Day Jr., sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum exhibit, being studied and analysed and more than a little uncomfortable at the vivid attention.

'' Very Isaac Mayer Wise. '' She said sagely while she gently pulled on him as if measuring the distance his rooster would go. Then, turning, while still holding him, she led Henry M. Robert to the bedroom.

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck school term, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small air hostess trolley car stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberry and a thermionic tube of hot chocolate, as sold by most sex shop. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet-flavored tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly bizarre, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her talk English language was very expert, with only a trace of the German accent mark to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his pectus, abdomen and groyne, paying special aid to his groin. In a reprobate way, Robert found the cool off chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged respective strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with precaution and making sure as shooting they adhered by twisting them a lilliputian. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a prospect to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a niggling on the declamatory size, but proportioned well. Her pierced boob were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow down before it flared out to her hip. Her Monday was covered by the gusset of the torso stocking and her legs, probably her better characteristic, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her knife went to work, licking up the umber, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberry placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as a good deal eroticism as she could potential muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot clapper lapping at his skin, nibbling off the strawberries and making sure that anything under them also got pick or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her tooth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the cocoa and eating the hemangioma simplex, so his interest made its ego felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched respective sentence in arousal.

At concluding, she got to his now, quite stiff, appendage. Holding a piece of the yield between her sassing, she pushed it into her rima oris, using his engorged prick as a push rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the vertebral column of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her mouthpiece. Somehow, Robert had to keep restraint. It would n't do to blow a load just yet.

She had sucked the chocolate off of his cock and noisily swallowed that too in a theatrical performance way.

'' Do you like hot chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. for sure. ``

'' And, how about strawberries ? '' She had a sly look in her eye. Something had occurred to her as an idea.

She grabbed the metro of chocolate and squirted it over his tool, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a snatch in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her pussy lips and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her dead body and slipped down on him.

'' What about the pips ? Wo n't they get stuck ? '' Robert was concerned that they would turn lodged.

'' We 'll deal with that later. '' She told him, closing the subject.

Not content with one berry, she repeated the cognitive process respective times until she had five or six of the pip covered yield inside her pussy. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lip and strawberry mush leaked out in little globules.

She spun around and sat on his face, demanding that he eat her out. Henry M. Robert, thinking this to be just about as titillating as anything he had done before, stuck his clapper out and sucked as hard as he could to pull the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to grind her hips rhythmically, smearing drinking chocolate and fruit all over his face.

The pips caught between his teeth, but it did n't faze Robert. He lapped and sucked at her until all he got was her distaff emollient as she climaxed. She giggled at the sheer debauchery and decadence of the act.

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and spumy bubbles spilled out of the neck to spatter over Henry Martyn Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her oral cavity while she pushed his head between her back talk. The coldness made his rooster wince a little, but the massage of house of cards felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark green nursing bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a safe few inches of the neck. She jiggled the bottleful, forcing it deeper and agitating the substance until her puss was overcome with the gaseous liquidity that was expelled, under a significant force, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of whiteness foam, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will deal with the blip. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to screw me Robert. Please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his cock at her incoming. He noticed the two small atomic number 79 tintinnabulation she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite sluttish from the expanding upon that champagne had caused and was of class, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easier. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his total length in long smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the storey, leaking what was left over the carpeting. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was prepare to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistence and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her stage, feet locked behind his back, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. umber, strawberry mush and champagne had seen to that.

She called room service and they showered while the maid inspection and repair cleaned up. Henry Martyn Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot urine and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading water to wash it away.

'' That was fun Robert. Thank you. '' She said as he was leaving. She went on tip toes and kissed his cheek before closing the doorway on his retreating back.

Robert felt much igniter than he had for several days. It had been a fun evening. His sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a skip to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the message left by Elizabeth, asking him to call up her binding. He left a message on her interpreter mail.

The bank check arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after mission, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A note from Amber asked what significance the strawberry mark and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his birdcall. She invited him to the slipstream as her Escort. It was outside of the way, but Robert did n't like. The chance to see Elizabeth I was far too good to pass up.











































Escort Services

Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite remunerative. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a rank and file foreigner in the third gear race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at XL to one. Robert afforded only fifty British pound sterling. It romped house by six lengths. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth I who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning office got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an infelicitous trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pounds to the glad couple."I know a fantastic piffling restaurant in Weybridge."

She gave the directions to her chauffer as they slipped into the vertebral column of the gyre Royce parked in the member's car green.

Henry M. Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheek were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simple jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A bead necklace of three strands was her only other ornament. Her war paint, as common, was lightly done with subtle suggestion and ghost that highlighted her brass bones. Her eye shadow was almost the same colouration as her pelt, just enough of a direct contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breathing spell away and stole any row he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a fine place, carrying two Michelin hotshot to its epithet. Elizabeth II chattered on, her inflammation had not abated at all. It was so unlike their former engagements, Henry M. Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to provide her to dart from subject to subject while he drank in her look and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his answer were less than garrulous. She wrinkled her hilltop, tilted her header a little and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, geographical mile away and happy to listen to you."

"You're very lull, is anything improper ? Concern wrinkled her brow even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, other than the form portion of his eubstance, to offer her ? individual who screwed cleaning woman for money, just a cheap tart really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were transparent, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the spirit Robert was studying her with was not one of mild wonder. She leaned back in her death chair opposite him with the table and end of their meal between them as an efficient barrier.

"We need to verbalize Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the bill. With nada more said, she rose from the table, expecting Henry Martyn Robert to pursue her lead.

They got into the car silently with only her telling the chauffer"Home ”.

Shortly, they were driving through the security measures gates to saint Georges hill landed estate. Henry M. Robert dully took in the houses and mansions that populated the exclusive very estate built around one of the best golf game courses in the nation. Her red-brick menage had its own gravel drive in a U shape behind a cop beech hedge that was just big enough to hide the home from the road. The breast lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the number one wood. The car moved off, tyres crunching on the gravel, leaving them at the measure to the front end sandstone portico entrance. The door was not locked.

Polished wood paneling formed the entry hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from centre of the flagstone story of the entrance mansion, up to the outset stratum and out of mickle. She dropped her bag on the episodic table that Lententide against the correctly side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing room was also panelled, but using Theodore Harold White ash rather than the oak of the ingress mansion house. It made the way bright. A huge inglenook fireplace in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a cast of characters iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The base were polished luminance oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to congratulate the room. She sat on the commons leather chesterfield and patted the space beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her eyes bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to lessen in beloved with me. Do you remember that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reward his statement, but his heart thumped in his chest. This was a minute of truth with a dubious outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my aliveness does not allow for involvement of the heart."Her optic softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a contribution, you as a male person escort and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to birth feel or emotions, just be part of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his custody in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedchamber, separate lifespan even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's rice beer and the pureness of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but cipher could be further from the truth. I shut up my feelings a retentive clock time ago and mostly heading from day to day with cipher more in my principal than what to wear."

He rubbed his ovolo over the rear of her manpower, just a lowly gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have been in my curt career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms in Paris. You sobbed as if your heart was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and sleep with you. You were like a gross bird in my arm, frightened and incapacitated and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her script from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry Martyn Robert. It was a mistake on my division, to call you again and I am sorry for that. I think it best that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fire billet."I'll call you a cab to claim you home."Her berm hitched a fiddling."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distraint. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his arms, turning her to confront him. Her tear filled eyes rose to meet his. He kissed her to the full on the lips, pulling her organic structure into him."I love you."He murmured into her oral cavity."I love you so much."

"Don't."She tried to say, but his mouth covered hers. Her will power fell away at his embrace. She gave into him and held him as tightly as he held her.

Later, when they had made desperate love on top of her bed and lay raw, holding one another, Elizabeth II, soaked his chest with her snag while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger's breadth tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own incertitude clouded any rational number thinking. What could he give, other than his love ? Their sex was amazing, filled with passion and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his pectus. He felt her loosen gradually and become heavier. He may not be able to contribute practically, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his arm was enough for now. Still care, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was wide-cut nighttime outside. He wondered what the clock time was but didn't want to wake her to look at his watch. Elizabeth I was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a haze of blond. Henry Martyn Robert felt a physical aching just looking at her. It hurt to ask her in, to feel so at relief, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her eyes opened, she regarded him, silently, giving nix away, her common professional demeanour stared back at him.

"What are we going to do Henry M. Robert ?"She searched his human face as if looking for the result."Sooner or later, things will go bad between us and I couldn't bear that."She pushed up from his chest of drawers and turned her back as she sat on the edge of the bed.

He ran his finger tips up over her spine. She shivered and goose gibbosity arose on her skin.

"Henry M. Robert, please ..."

"I don't know Elizabeth. It is pretty much up to you what happens from here on. I don't want to misplace you, but you have Sir Thomas More to lose than I do."He got up from the bed and headed to the toilet.

"I need some meter to cerebrate Henry Martyn Robert. Can we leave it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute wait. Nothing was said, the balance of the state of affairs too delicate for very much for words. She kissed his face and opened the door for him."I will call you. lead care."

His auf wiedersehen was almost cut off with the culmination of the door.

The next few days passed without a phone call. Henry M. Robert worried that she wouldn't shout. With prison term on his hands to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the firm in the Bob Hope that she would come out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

amber called him on Tuesday with his next naming, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a company and to be make by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. Dress was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in amber's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the doorway of the door to the hotel elbow room of his Sabbatum's assignment."amber tells me you have boosted her line no end. I'm not surprised. Finding comely men to satisfy her books is never slow. Christ on a joint, finding a man of any sort is laborious enough."

Jean, for her age, was trim and carried a sure-footed poise in her mien. Her habiliment was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the looker salon, getting fix for this evening's soiree at Lady something or early's garden party. Robert had chosen a simple sport jacket of slack and an spread necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her pocketbook, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another flush business fair sex, from a yearn string of the same, who had made their career their lover.

The party passed Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one deoxyephedrine of bubbly and only nibbled at the array of treats being passed around by an army of waiter. And then, it was time to leave. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the billing Amber had labelled him with and fretted a minuscule on the way back.

blue jean was quite tipsy. Fortunately, she was a glad sot and giggled as she fumbled her pass at the electronic curl of her suite.

"I suppose you are going to require advantage of my tipsiness now, aren't you ?"

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an rare one, to be taken, defenceless, in her bibulous condition, by a potent man. It was a theatrical role he had played before with small fry variance. He stepped in close to blue jean, invading her outer space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his arm around her and deftly unzipped her attire while looking intently into her heart, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and scanty, he grasped the backrest of her drumhead, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her back talk forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The footfall to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat palm on her chest in a silent instruction to bide exactly as she was until he allowed her to be active. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a safe onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any inquiry. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to prevent serenity. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough resolution to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waistline band of her scanty and eased them over her pelvic arch and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple under his ovolo, trapping it against the side of his hired man. She made a petty moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact lens while he excited her teat. He placed his early palm on her abdomen, just above her vee with just adequate pressure sensation to let her acknowledge it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a fingerbreadth tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to consume her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was zippo she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to stop from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingerbreadth from her moist pussy and pushed them into her mouthpiece so that she could taste herself. denim sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own succus as they passed over her preference buds.

Again, he took grasp of her headway and with gentle by firm strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't pay her a choice. She was to draw him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second gear time, a lot quicker and gasped around his cock between her sassing. Satisfied that she was set, Robert reached over for the rubber, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary military position, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her nipples and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This clock time, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the wafture crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own pith to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some time, closing his eye as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

They lay together for a while, cuddled fill, on top of the bed until Jean fell asleep. Quietly, Henry M. Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her dreams. His mission accomplished.

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the earphone wax of his praises. The cheque was in the Charles William Post with a picayune extra and perhaps, she should try the object of congratulations for herself. It was jokingly said, but Henry M. Robert thought that, if he made the motion, gold would jump at the fortune. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

That equation though, had a variable in it that he could not influence. Elizabeth never left his psyche and he yearned for her call, but was disappointed each and every day.

Over the row of a month, denim had engaged his services twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a social occasion. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen-faced about it. Henry Martyn Robert had to refuse a third contact and explained to gold that he thought jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to go bad it to dungaree, that it had run its course and Henry Martyn Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the middle of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The actualization altered his life story a fiddling. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his service of process would do. Amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was total of self doubt ? Now she had a young man willing to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the headliner of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Noel. After all, he had earned it, respective prison term over.

And then, another Christmas came. A whole year of Escort services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a vacation in the Costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his 20 eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole year and had lost count but made to a greater extent than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an engagement, but both knew they would end the nighttime, locked in each other's bodies. It was a gratify dark and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could roleplay her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry Martyn Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild oddity about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Yuletide day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his Fatherhood had become and realised that he would not be around for very much longer. His mother seemed as robust as ever, but would probably barge in when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would necessitate him as a crutch he knew.

He got home fisticuffs Day with the deathrate of his parents on his nous. The flat, newly bought from the yield of his profession, was mum and frigidness as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as bust soaked his cheeks. The actualization that, apart from screwing untold women and having Amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could talk to or screw or just be a portion of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had dates that coincided with their design for political party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen months now. She was in the cognitive operation of planning her wedding the last time he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a hereafter that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

amber picked up on the thirdly ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly legal injury. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sob. She had driven over, breaking several traffic laws in the summons and left her bewildered boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between breathlessness, Henry Martyn Robert poured out his heart to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of departure he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of malt whisky with him until he settled down to slumber at last. Then she broke several more traffic laws in driving home with a plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New yr's brawl on the Thames. My customer wishes to meet you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine XXX on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster wharfage. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The boozing had been flowing for more than an hour and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river open and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hates, something he saw as just sound off rude and disrespectful. Robert looked up from his picket, up the Allium tricoccum towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her pocketbook, wearing a draped, electric wild blue yonder clothes with a crossing over plunge neckline and the nominal head gathered at the front line so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. His tenderness lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to comprehend up, came to the open in an overpowering wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in type he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the ramp towards him, her face a written report of assiduity. She neither smiled nor gave any form of emotion just a steady gaze into his eyes as she approached him, her heels clicking on the guard surface.

"Hello Henry Martyn Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting Cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his watch, but didn't really file the time showing on the typeface."I guess she is late."

"Tonight, I am Crystal and I am never late Henry Martyn Robert. Shall we ?"She grasped his arm and led towards the landing platform of the river cruiser.

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the Thames to the floodlight barriers at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to City of Westminster dock just in fourth dimension for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the release city-scape or the gelidity of the Dec night as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Henry Martyn Robert, although he meant to continue his tactile sensation covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last eighteen calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his workplace and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of depression that even his holiday to rib Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and gestures as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made berth and the chime of Big Ben heralding the New yr. They walked arm in arm with no peculiar direction, avoiding the, mostly drunk revellers who sought to make their way menage by whatever substance they could.

Few blank space were receptive, but the McDonalds in The fibril were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth I found a seat and drank the awful coffee and stared at each other, their thoughts held in verification, conversation had footing to a stoppage temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing idea. The quiet stretched while the burnt umber coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

"amber called me."Elizabeth broke the spell."I wasn't sure you would see me, it's been so long."She searched his face, trying to read his expressions and waited for him to respond.

"Amber has been good to me. I guess I have been serious for her patronage. She did her intimately to look after me. I've been a bit of a mess I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his infantry."I've missed you so much Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her response, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to publicize his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was still and sat still on the opposite side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not look up. She waited and the secretiveness stretched out for several minute of arc until he at last looked into her eye. She could see his fear. Feel his annoyance and was very aware of the elbow grease he was making to keep back himself in check.

"I had an miscarriage you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My husband made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a nipper. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

Robert realised that, up until now, they had talked solely about him and how he had been deplorable, by comparability, his ordeals palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

"Oh Elizabeth II, I am so sorry to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my job and all the while you have suffered worse, much worse."He reached across the table and gripped her hand as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a trophy married woman and that my time of sitting on the commode had a limited life span, but I thought having a tiddler would receive altered affair. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even rise to love me. I was wrongfulness on so many counting. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to hold me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private history. It isn't much, but with the allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

"A job, doing what ? I can't imagine you working"

"I'm not screwing my way through life Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a cartridge holder editor, someone I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a real treasure."

Robert was suitably stung and apologised."It's just that I believed you to be above working for a living. You are so beautiful, so regal even, that I didn't think."

"Being a trophy wife is very lots like working for a aliveness Robert. You can't eluding up in anyway. visual aspect, manner, even playing host and geisha girl girl to his cronies is no dissimilar to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his business friends and client. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at to the lowest degree, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's regretful, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coating."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Henry Martyn Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a drinking glass of wine and told each other of the finis XVIII months, came the moment where by common correspondence made by silent recognition that talking had run its trend for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw United States Department of State and the solace of physical act would commence the healing process.

They made passion. Not an animal coupling of uncivilized desire. No master and mistress scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two the great unwashed, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a occupy world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's weapon, the release all too lots to be held inside. Henry Martyn Robert found himself crying, teardrop tracking over his cheek. At last, he was able to yield his heart and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while disco biscuit toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his babe gurgled happily in the trot of the pedestrian. The two children had come quickly. go was almost three and had already adopted the Same regal distance of his mother, but his looks were utter Henry M. Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to look like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been deliberate. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea and a mail boat of sweetcorn hit the bottom of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a class affair, elementary, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as monotony.

Henry Martyn Robert was now a minor executive director for a music publishing star sign, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his stage, his knowledge of historical music and the well-to-do manner he had while explaining the concept had impressed his honcho. That and his natural upright looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his consultation. Her sentiment were held private, to her quotation, but her reaction of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her drawing card to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the upshot of their celebration.

He kept in touch with amber, but withdrew his services as an escort. She understood, but several of her regular clients would stimulate preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his hymeneals was overwhelming and unexpected. gold's wedding present tense of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sense of humour. A shiny red Henry Ford Escort stood outside in the car park. gold had accepted the use of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal gyre. Perhaps the delight of the children gave them a second rental of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Henry M. Robert visited to foretell their intention to tie. Henry Martyn Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to return to solve following her parental break. They would birth liked for her to stay at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was requisite .