Being a Mistress or an Escort or, as in the case of Saffyre being both, is a business. It's not always pleasurable for her but she makes sure it's always pleasurable for the client. But sometimes they both get lucky.
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December isn't the best time of year in Grantchester. The snow and ice hasn't yet arrived but the rain certainly has and it wasn't pleasant walking or driving in it. The gods were emptying every cloud in the sky.
She sounded very nice on the phone, thought James, and her photos looked really good. A strange mixture for a dominatrix. Usually they were all photos of the lady dressed in latex, leather, pvc and other standard dominatrix outfits, and although there were plenty of those in the gallery on her website, there were also a lot of her dressed in less formidable, very feminine and very seductive clothing. He was really looking forward to this meeting. Although he'd visited more than a few mistresses in his time he sensed perhaps this occasion was not quite going to be the same as any other.
The rain ceased just as he was easing his car into a parking place. As requested he'd parked in a space as far away from the entrance of the small private car park as possible. Should he take an umbrella? He decided not. The sky was brightening but if the rain came back and he had to run back to his car in the rain then so be it. Pulling his phone from his jacket pocket he dialled her number with the lightest of touch on the keys. It was answered immediately.
"Hello, James. I'll guide you to my apartment." It was the same soft voice he had heard before and sounded so welcoming.
Shortly afterwards, less than a minute, he was standing at her door, anxiously waiting to enter. It was only a few seconds before it opened, just enough for him to fit through, and he heard her voice.
"Please come in."
He stepped inside, heard the door close behind him, and felt hands on his shoulders.
"Let me help you off with your coat."
He shrugged it off his shoulders and then saw her for the first time as she walked over to the coat stand. In his mind he pursed his lips and whistled. Blonde hair tied in a ponytail and her blue eyes, accentuated by dramatic eyeshadow, shone. She was wearing a tailored jacket with a matching pair of trousers and a red silk scarf. A pair of red shoes, matching her scarf, with five inch rapier thin heels, brought her eyes up to almost level with his. She looked fantastic but he did wonder why she was wearing the suit?
"You look just like the photos in your gallery," he said, feeling more excited than before he'd entered her apartment. "Except better."
"Thank you. Would you take your clothes off, please, and show me what I have to play with." There was laughter in her voice and it was obvious it was a standard phrase she used to make a client feel comfortable.
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She watched, with undisguised interest, as he sat in the chair she had indicated to remove his shoes and socks. From the moment he had stepped inside she had taken an instant liking to him. He was reasonably good looking, not handsome but certainly not ugly, and he looked as if he was in decent shape. She stifled a laugh when she saw his Mickey Mouse socks, although somehow she wasn't surprised, and wondered if his underwear matched. He stood to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head, ruffling his steel grey hair in the process. She was a little disappointed when he slid down his pants and his underwear didn't match his socks, but she wasn't disappointed with what was revealed.
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"When was the last time you masturbated?" she asked him.
"I don't masturbate," he replied, quietly.
"So you've saved all this for me?" She cupped his balls in one hand while she stroked his already engorged manhood with the other. The warmth in her hands coupled with the gentle squeezing of his sac started the process for the end result. His heart didn't want her to stop but his brain didn't want him to come over her carpet. Although he wondered if she would catch the cum in her hand or wrap her red lips around his shaft.
"Looks like it," he replied, with a big grin, as she released him and the crisis was averted. Only just in time, he thought, he was very close.
"You've got a nice smile." She stroked his cheek with her palm, her voice sincere as she uttered the compliment.
"It has been said, quite often, it's my best attribute." He tried to keep the pride from his voice, to keep his ego in check, but was not entirely successful. He wasn't a vain person, constantly searching for a mirror, but who can resist a compliment? Even if the smile of satisfaction is held within.
"I don't think so. But it's a close second to what I had in my hand. What do you think of my outfit? she said, twirling around. "Do you think it looks good on me?"
"I honestly think anything would look good on you. It looks very businesslike."
She detected a note of disappointment in his voice, which was what she was looking for and what she expected. "You expected something more...revealing...sexier?"
"It is sexy," he responded, truthfully. "Sometimes wearing more is better than wearing less, depending on what you wear. But I was expecting you to be wearing —."
"Less?" she said, with a broad smile. "Something more like this?" She unbuttoned her jacket, letting it slide off her shoulders onto the floor, revealing a purple and blue bustier struggling to contain her luscious white breasts, in sharp contrast to the red silk scarf around her neck. As his eyes widened she smiled and, pouting her lips, asked, "would you like to see more?"
"Yes, please. I'm keen to see what else you have in store for me," he replied, with a cheeky grin.
She took hold of her trousers with both hands and, in theatrical fashion, ripped off her trousers in one, smooth, movement revealing stockings held up with a garter belt. He went from a smile to mentally lusting after and ravishing her. He couldn't move. He just stood there, admiring the beautiful body stood before him.
While he was still in a semi-trance she pushed him back against the wall, pressing herself up against him, moulding his body to hers, and captured his lips with her own. Soft and delicious, he melted in her arms, as she penetrated his mouth with her tongue, intertwining his with her own. Their fingers interlocked as she held his hands, pressed against the wall, either side of his head. Pulling her head back she inquired, "are you enjoying yourself? Have we got off to a good start?" His smile answered her questions.
He pulled his hands free, encircling her with his arms, holding her tight against him, feeling the warmth of her body against his, his shaft feeling the moistness of her cunt. Keeping her held to him with one arm, he stroked her with the other, moving gently over her breasts, spinning round her nipple with his fingers, the smooth silkiness of her stomach, until his hand found its target. He stroked between her thighs with his fingers, spreading the dampness all around his target, and then smoothly inserted a finger inside.
She instinctively raised up on her toes, and he felt her breath as she expelled her lungs. He explored and felt her juices as they ran down his fingers. He pulled her into him. Holding her close. Refusing to allow her to move. Their lips locked together as the orgasm raced through her body. He refused to be satisfied. In this moment she was his, he was in control, and he would prolong her pleasure for as long as he could support her body, as she shuddered, with one orgasm after another possessing her as his deft and experienced finger did its work. His left arm crushed her to him, her breasts soft against his chest, held close by bonds of passion, her juices coating his hand. Finally he gave in and eased his grip, removing himself from her and sucked her juices from his fingers.
"You bastard...that was...that was..." She struggled to find the words. "You know how it was." She looked up at him, the pleasure still showing in her eyes.
"I was tempted," he said, "to not stop. To keep going until you were too weak to stand."
She looked at him, not in annoyance, but with disbelief this mild mannered man was displaying a masterful side. "You'll regret saying that. Just you wait." But she said it with a smile.
She lowered herself onto her knees, taking his length between her red lips, and he felt the warmth as he grew inside her mouth. Inch by inch she allowed him access until he was all the way in. She eased him out, grazing his skin with her teeth, until she only held two inches before taking him back. She sucked in her cheeks, holding him tightly each time, and he felt her saliva around him as each time she sucked she drew him back into her mouth. Suddenly she released him completely, licking around his head, penetrating his urethra with the tip of her tongue. She took him in her mouth again, but only the first few inches, again grazing his skin with his teeth, feeling his body shiver as the pleasure weaved through him. He gasped as she did it again. As her teeth approached his glans she stopped, gently gripping him with her teeth. She took hold of him at the base of his shaft, encircling him with fingers and thumb unable to meet.
"What are you doing? What are you waiting for?" His inquiry sounded both uncertain and suspicious.
She bit down. Not hard. But enough to hurt and got the reaction she wanted as his cry round the room. She was quickly on her feet, her hungry mouth on his until they had to separate to breathe.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," she said, with a look of glorious satisfaction. His expression told her she was right. "Close your eyes. I have a present for you."
She sat down in the leather armchair.
"On your knees and crawl to me, Slave."
As he complied she swung a leg over each arm of the chair exposing her shaven temptation. His eyes were firmly fixed on his desire and she watched as he licked his lips in anticipation.
"See anything you like, Slave?" Her words rang with laughter at the rhetorical question. A mixture of sarcasm and mirth. He just looked up and smiled.
