The Woman From the Penthouse

After using and abusing, in the nicest possible way of course, the elegant and beautiful woman from the penthouse apartment, just above my own, I had expected to see her again, but not quite as quickly as first thing the next morning. There was a tap at the door, just after 9am, and there she was - looking stunning as usual, but she had a frayed quality about her, and I could almost smell her sexuality. I decided to play it cool, even cruel.

'Yes,' I asked, keeping her standing outside my door, 'what is it, do you want something, has your shower broken down again?' She shook her head, looking a bit frantic now I thought.

'No, no... , it's nothing like that. You've got to help me.' I arched an eyebrow, hoping it looked quizzical, rather than resembling Roger Moore giving what he hoped was an Oscar winning performance. 'Please, oh please, I haven't slept all night. My body feels as if it's on fire.' Rather than having her standing in the hallway of the building pleading to be fucked again, I invited her in. She came into my arms willingly, desperately, and I kissed her. She was right; her body did seem to be, 'on fire,' as she rubbed herself against me like a cat in heat. I reluctantly pushed her away.

'Slow down baby, and tell me all about it,' I told her, leading her by the hand into the lounge. She sat on the couch, her breathing all over the place, while I sat on the easy chair opposite. She was in a right state, wringing her hands, legs trembling. 'Tell me all about it, and leave nothing out, nothing, do you understand?' She nodded, hesitating, as if trying to marshal her thoughts.

'When I left here yesterday afternoon, I felt absolutely wonderful. So... used, and so dirty, satisfied sexually, properly satisfied, for the first time. Oh yes, I'd had orgasms aplenty before, but the... pain added so much more extra, being controlled by you, and totally out of control myself, well that was like all my birthdays and Christmases had come at once. I never realised how much I needed someone to take me like that.'

'I had work to do on the computer, things to prepare for work, but my bottom was still hot and sore, and kept reminding me what had happened. It soon became obvious that far from getting on with my work, I was getting really horny again, I couldn't stop thinking about it; I was in a constant state of arousal. I had to masturbate, and I did, but within twenty minutes or so, I had to do it again. Then my husband came home, and I had to endure an evening of shop-talk about work. I was aching for release, I was constantly dribbling, you know... down there, and I had to go to the toilet and relieve myself at least three times. He asked if I was running a temperature, or coming down with something, and I told him I didn't feel too well, which gave me the opportunity to slip off to bed early, and get naked. I masturbated quietly, secretly, again and again. Later on, he came in and suggested he sleep in the spare room to give me an undisturbed night, which I eagerly agreed to. I didn't want him interrupting my memories and fantasies. I masturbated throughout the night. Not all the time, but I'd have an orgasm, drift off to sleep, and then waken up and masturbate again. I lost count of how many silent, suppressed orgasms I had during the night. He insisted I stay in bed this morning, but that's just made things worse. I'm so horny, so... sexed up; I don't know what to do with myself. Please help me, please, please,' she begged. I pretended to consider her request for a minute or two. 'Please,' she almost whispered, her eyes closed, rocking back and forward as if about to orgasm again.

'Is your husband likely to come home to check on you at some point,' I asked.

'No, no... not a chance. He had to fly down to London this morning for a meeting. I told him I'd be okay and not to phone because I intended staying in bed all day.' I nodded.

'You're a clever, deceitful woman. You were thinking about this during the night - to give yourself a free day, all day.' She agreed, although she looked a bit shamefaced - just a little. 'Okay,' I said, 'show me.'

She looked puzzled, and repeated, 'Show me?'

'How you masturbate,' I explained. At first she protested, she couldn't just masturbate, just like that. I laughed at her. 'You can and you will. Just pull up that skirt, spread your wonderful legs, and show me how you do it.' She hesitated, saying it was embarrassing, she couldn't, so I said, 'Okay, fuck off, back up the stairs where you came from.' She looked shocked, so I took out my hard cock, and stroked myself slowly. She watched me for a moment, then kicking off her shoes; she raised her feet up on to the couch, and spread her legs. She had no panties on. I could see her wetness glistening between the generous labia, which looked decidedly redder than yesterday, but then she had been rubbing herself all night according to her own admission, which explained the redness. Her long, elegant, fingers, stroked and split her lips apart; she looked wetter still, as her pussy disgorged even more juice. Her head went back, eyes closed, and I watched this beautiful stranger rub herself to a shattering orgasm, her hips moving up and down to finger fuck herself, two fingers embedded to the knuckles in her sublime pussy. She gasped and moaned feverishly, calling out loudly that she was going to die, and then it was over, and she slowly, slowly came back to me, her eyes opened. They were uncoordinated at first, and then she managed to focus on me.

'That was incredible,' she gasped out. 'I never realised how exciting it was being watched doing something so dirty, and secretive.' I smiled at her, showing I was pleased, and she positively glowed.

I stood up, 'Right follow me, hot-bitch,' and I went into the kitchen for the wooden spoon, letting her see me take it from the drawer. I led her into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. She looked at the wooden spoon.

'Is that for me?' she smiled.

'Not yet, get your clothes off,' and she stripped hastily. 'Now sit astride my face. I love your cunt and I want to have some fun with it first.' She sat astride me, legs spread, slowly lowering herself closer to my mouth. I wriggled down the bed a bit to get the best position, looking up at her feminine beauty. She smelt musky, with a faint tang of the sea, her juices dribbling slowly, thickly, from between the gorgeous labia, which pouted delightfully. The smooth skin of her thighs embraced my face, trapping me, but I couldn't think of anywhere else I'd rather be than between the wonderful legs of this heart-breakingly, beautiful woman. The first stroke of my tongue brought a loud gasp of pleasure, and then she began to move, responding to the strokes of my tongue, my kissing and licking of her nether lips. Sometimes I felt as if I were being crushed, drowned in the generosity of her wetness, then she'd lift as if the sensation was too much, and then bear down again, varying the pressure and the pleasure. Her movements became more urgent, more frantic and I knew she was fast approaching her orgasm. Her gasps and moans of pleasure were muffled at times by the grip of her smooth thighs against my ears, but when she finally came it was unmistakeable. She bore down, and I pushed my face harder against her too, feeling her pubic bone grind against my face. It was no more, no less, than a primitive marking of her property with her sexual scent, like some great she-cat. Her legs spasmed wide apart, then quickly back together again, and she moaned loudly, hardly stopping to breathe as she came, the powerful sensations wracking her body, sounding almost painful in their intensity, until at last it was over, and she collapsed beside me.

When she had recovered sufficiently to speak, she thanked me again, and I told her to just turn around and do something useful with her mouth, like suck my cock. She immediately did as I asked and took me into the warm depths of her mouth, gently sucking and licking with her mouth, while rubbing my cock and balls with her hands. It felt sublime, but not only that, visually I had the treat of seeing her wet pussy just inches from my face, and the perfect globes of her arse cheeks too. I reached over to the bedside table for the wooden spoon.

'I'm going to smack your beautiful arse now,' I warned. Well, I couldn't have her surprised and maybe clenching her teeth against the pain, doing my cock an injury. She stopped her tender suckling just long enough to thank me for what she was about to receive, and when the first stinging blows landed, she moaned with pleasure. As far as her mouth reaction was concerned, it still lapped and sucked at me as if I'd been reading the weather report and not causing her severe pain. Her buttocks rapidly took on a pink, rosy hue, as I spread the slaps all over. Her pussy twitched and winked, as the sensations of pain and heat spread. I lightly slapped her labia with the spoon, experimentally, not too hard, but she seemed to like that to, so I gave it to her a bit harder, and she began to orgasm. She stopped sucking me as her orgasm took hold, and I rubbed her clitoris with my free hand. She whimpered, moaned, and then she screamed out loud as the waves of pleasure swept over her and I continued to beat her bottom with the spoon. She was some woman, 'special,' I remember thinking, very special indeed.

We made love and I beat her in different ways for the rest of the day, taking breaks, during which we chatted and actually got to know each other a bit better. She told me she felt very guilty as regards cheating on her husband at first, but now she had managed to rationalise it to herself. She realised it was something she couldn't help, something she had desperately needed, never quite sure what was missing, until I took control of her the day before. I suggested that she needed to put it into a separate compartment of her life. He couldn't give her certain things that I could, so she needed to keep us separate, each fulfilling different needs. She could see the sense in that, and so it was agreed that I would be the, 'bad cop,' and use her when she needed used, and her husband would get the rest.

'There's just one more thing for now,' I said as she was getting dressed and ready to go. She turned and looked at me expectantly. 'What the fuck is your name?' her jaw dropped open, and then we both began to laugh.

'What the fuck is yours?' she retaliated, giggling like a schoolgirl, so I told her, and she told me hers too. 'My parents are film buffs,' she explained, 'they loved Ava Gardner, from long before I was born, so I'm Ava.'

'It suits you,' I agreed. 'She was a beautiful woman, and so are you.' She came into my arms, and we kissed affectionately, with her whispering her thanks most intimately in my ear. 'You're a bit special Ava,' I told her, 'come back soon. I may have some surprises for you, but not tomorrow, I have work to do; perhaps the day after, Thursday?' She looked a little petulant, so I turned her round and slapped her bottom hard through the thin material of her dress. 'Thursday,' I said firmly, and she nodded. I opened the door, and looked out; the corridor was deserted, so she walked past me, and looked back coquettishly, smiling her dazzling smile again. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be making love to this, 'Goddess.' The lift doors opened, and she got in. She stood at the back of the lift looking at me, and as the doors began to close, she raised her skirt waist high, giving me a last look of her shaven pussy. She laughed, and then she was gone.

I closed the door behind her, and going into my workroom/office, I sat at my computer, looking for a particular e-mail and found it immediately. The items I had requested had been dispatched by special delivery and should be with me tomorrow. One of my advertisers had been delighted to cooperate and send me some of their items for a special, 'review,' in a forthcoming issue. I'd asked for some whips and paddles, a selection of restraints, and a vibrator or two. I would review the items honestly enough, but I intended testing them on Ava. I suddenly got the idea that I should get Ava to write the review; after all, she would be the one on the receiving end - a stroke of genius I thought. She could be my, 'mystery,' reviewer, and it would come so much better from the reader's point of view if the reviewer was a female submissive.

The next day was spent in putting the final touches to the next edition of the magazine, which was why I was foregoing the undoubted pleasure that fucking Ava, would have brought me. I'm sure she must have had some work to do as well, so I thought I was probably doing us both a favour by being so strict with her. I knew she'd be all the more eager for our forced parting, and it maintained my facade of being in charge too, which made her even hotter.

About 3pm my expected delivery arrived, and with the work on the magazine finished, I allowed myself to open the box and investigate the items within. The selection of things was large and varied, and I thought by the time we'd gone through them all, Ava's education should be pretty far advanced. I sent her a text asking if she was busy, and when she replied that she wasn't, I sent, 'Come on down.' She must have dropped everything she was doing, because she was at my door within three minutes.

I opened the door, and looked conspiratorially up and down the corridor, virtually ignoring her. When I was finished playing the fool, I grabbed her roughly by the throat and dragged her inside, shutting the door with my foot and pushing her violently against the wall. I inserted my knee between her legs, pushing them wide apart, putting my hand up her skirt as I did it, still choking her with the hand on her throat, and to confuse her further, I kissed her mouth tenderly. She wasn't having that though, and kissed me fiercely, almost desperate with need as my hand went straight to her pussy, one, then two fingers slipping inside her wetness, finger fucking her frantically. She came almost immediately, her hips thrusting, pushing her pussy harder onto my fingers. I let her go, and she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, skirt around her waist, legs splayed apart, breathing like she'd just run a marathon in record time. I looked at her sitting there, turned and walked into the lounge, as if I didn't care about her. Through the open door, I could see her beginning to get to her feet. I called to her, telling her to stay on the floor. She looked at me puzzled for a moment.

'No, no, crawl like the good little bitch that I know you are,' I commanded. On all fours, she came to me, crawling across the floor until she sat by my chair. I patted her hair, fondling her, tickling under her chin like I would a dog. She played her part, resting her chin on my knee, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. 'Mmm... I think I'll fuck you doggy style later. Would you like that?' I asked. She nodded eagerly. 'I've managed to get you some toys that I think you'll like,' I said changing the subject, and stood up. I patted her head, letting her know her place was still on the floor. 'Good girl, now follow me, to heel!!' I commanded, and she crawled across the floor keeping close by my side, looking up at me as I headed for the bedroom. 'Good girl,' I encouraged, 'now up on the bed,' She did as I asked, and now she was on the bed, on all fours, her tight skirt clinging to her hips, wantonly displayed for my pleasure. I unzipped the skirt and removed it, she wore no panties, and I likewise removed her top, leaving her naked.

'Would you like to see the present I got you?' I asked. She nodded and said she would, so I showed it to her. I heard the sharp intake of breath as I dangled the thongs it in front of her face. She was excited, I could tell, so I showed her the handle which was in the shape of a big hard cock. She murmured something about god, but I assured her that he had nothing to do with it. She nodded, agreeing with me. She shuddered with desire, or it may just have been lust, or a little bit of fear, as I let the leather thongs of the cat o' nine tails brush her naked body lightly. I caressed her skin with it, letting her see that its touch could bring pleasure as well as pain. She liked that, but when I let the thongs fall between her legs, the rough leather, trailing over her pussy lips, she became even more agitated. I flicked the thongs away and then back, quickly but lightly. She couldn't suppress the moan of excitement that escaped her lips. I repeated it, and she grew more excited, spreading her legs wider, so I changed the angle, letting the heaviness of the lash caress between her legs, almost massaging her pussy. She whimpered, not in pain, for there was no pain yet, just pleasure. I trailed the thongs up and down the crevice of her bottom and pussy, teasing her with the cat.

'Oh please,' she whimpered, begging, 'please give it to me, please.' I let the cat lick between her legs, harder this time, and then harder. She moaned as her pussy took on an angry redness, beginning to look swollen, and I continued to build up the angle and intensity of the strokes, with the thongs sometimes curling round onto her stomach. I stopped for a moment to give her some respite, and touched her swollen cunt with my fingers. It was enough to set her off, and she came loudly. I gave her beautiful arse a few good strokes with the cat as encouragement. Strictly speaking it wasn't required, she was already too far gone, but I stepped up behind her then and slid my cock up to the hilt in her soaking wet pussy. My promise to fuck her doggy style hadn't been forgotten, and with Ava, I liked to keep my promises. I didn't want her to know yet, but I just couldn't bear the thought of disappointing my new-found submissive beauty.

I reached forward and took a big handful of the luxuriant dark hair, tugging on it, and effectively pulling her back onto my cock at the same time. She cried out in pain, but encouraged me to do it harder. This girl was taking everything I could throw at her and asking for more; she was a real, 'find.' I duly obliged, smacking her bottom with my bare hands, before reaching for the cat again, and laid it across her beautifully smooth back, which turned a lovely shade of pink.

'Don't mark me please,' she cried out, not complaining about the pain, but rightfully concerned that I shouldn't leave marks that her husband may see later.

'I won't baby,' I assured her, just as concerned as she was. I would never do anything to jeopardise our new-found relationship. Who knows where the consequences of that may lead? The thought of maybe losing her already through being careless, was too much to contemplate, but I knew I wouldn't leave any evidence in her pussy and rammed my cock into her as hard as I could. It wasn't long before she came again, enjoying the rough handling. I joined her seconds later, pumping my come into her wet hole with utter delight. I made her sit on the edge of the bed, legs open displaying her wet pussy, as my come oozed from her gaping cunt lips, dripping onto the hard wood of my bedroom floor. I made her suck and lick my cock, cleaning her 'filth,' from my prick, but truthfully, she needed no persuasion, just for me to come close enough for her to reach.

When she was finished with her task, I laid the cat across her gorgeous tits; lightly at first, knowing it must still be painful, before going for it a little harder. She called out in pain, and I asked her if she wanted me to stop; she shook her head, but again pleaded for me not to mark her. I threw the cat on the bed, and pulled her to her feet, kissing her tenderly and passionately. She melted into my arms, kissing me back in the same manner, and so we lay back down on the bed, content for the time being to be in each other's company.