When we arrived home she immediately took me to bed, and apologised for having to leave me in a cold car for two hours, while she enjoyed herself. She insisted that the session was only for my pleasure, not hers. Chantal used her lovely mouth to wake up my equipment, then sat on me, and did all the work, telling me to lay still.
She seemed to have developed remarkable control over her pussy muscles, as she was literally milking me with very little body movement. She placed her hands on her lovely boobs, and lifted them in turn to her mouth and licked her own nipples. With a little bit of assistance from me, pumping up and down she got me to dump a nice load into her. She collapsed down on top of me, her boobs are lovely and soft, and said "There, does that prove how grateful I am?"
"I was not really complaining, but that was a very pleasant reward. Your boobs feel so nice, are you sure you want them stuffed, they might feel different."
"Just like the fantasy Chantal, I will have small incisions under the armpits and the implants will be under my breast muscles. All the lovely soft bits will be pushed further out for you to play with. Talking of which, tonight I would like you to play with them again"
I lifted her off, called her stupid, and suggested we dressed and started tidying up the house as we would, hopefully have some buyers viewing it shortly. We had another good session in the evening, just a normal anal; she did not push the breast play option.
The following morning we went to see an estate agent friend of mine, he knew my house, and said he could probably have three potential buyers looking at it this week. He would guarantee a good price and a quick sale, the area and size of my house where in great demand. With that in mind, we spent the rest of the day getting everything clean and tidy. He came around and took all the particulars, and even said that he had two people who wanted to view it the following day.
A complication arose in the morning; Chantal had an outcall request for the afternoon come in, from one of her doggers. As I had to wait in for the prospective house buyers we agreed, that as it was a repeat it would be all right for her to drive up alone. She phoned when she arrived at his house, as usual, and I expected a call when she had finished her two hours. While I was showing a couple around, I received her check in call, "All fine, on my way back, charged him an extra £100, see you soon."
They were the second potential buyers I had shown around, and both sets seemed dead keen, I was very hopeful of a quick sale and getting the asking price. Chantal got back around teatime, and I told her that we should have our new home sorted out soon. When I asked her how she had earnt her bonus, she told me she would tell me in bed later.
She was her usual lively and sexy self, perhaps a little more so than average, all through tea and our relaxing evening. She was eager to get me to bed early, who was I to argue, and I went and had a shower first. She went in after me and told me to wait on the bed, she would not be long. When she came out, she was, unusually, wearing a short silk dressing gown, although it was just open enough for me to notice that she had removed her nipple jewellery.
"So why have you taken out your jewellery, and why are you wearing the gown?"
She gave me a sly smile and said "Two separate, yet connected reasons; I have taken out the bars so you can be nice and rough with my nipples and boobs." She bent over and presented one nipple for me to kiss, I was obviously willing to oblige. "There that tasted nice I expect, now the reason I put on the gown."
She pulled the gown wide, showing me that both her breasts were slightly bruised on the outside curves. Before I could say anything her tongue was curving around mine, and that lovely body was pressing down on my chest. After that treatment, I was in no mood to argue, so she stood up and took off the gown. No sign of any other bruising until she turned around and displayed her bum, both cheeks had large bruises, not nasty but over a large area. I asked. "That explains your bonus charge today; would you like to tell me how this happened?"
"Tom was the perfect gentleman, when I arrived he said the web site mentioned that if he asked first he might be allowed to spank me. I told him that it would be acceptable, if he paid extra and was not too rough. We agreed that for £100, he could spank me but that he had to stop when I told him to."
By this time Chantal was cuddling up to me, and slowly playing with my cock, I got the impression, that she still had things to confess to. "He was, as I said the perfect gentleman, he laid me across his lap, and gave me six firm smacks with his open hand. He paused and asked if I was alright, you know me, I was getting rather juiced up down below and told him all was fine. He gave me ten more, slightly harder ones, and then I asked him if he would like to fuck me."
"My bum was glowing nicely, and I was more than ready for some cock in my pussy, he obliged with a nice firm cock. I got my legs up behind him and really pulled him in, it was so nice that I told him to smack my tits. He was nice though, several swipes at each side, but I think he must have thought they would break if he went hard."
"He came at the same time as me; both of us definitely enjoyed the experience. He then spent ages cuddling me, and asking if I was all right, he had paid for it and I had encouraged him but he was still so worried that he had gone too far. For the rest of the session, he was very attentive, and gentle, with rather a lot of mouth work on my part, he managed two more goes at my pussy."
I said "That sounds like a session you both enjoyed, I was sixty miles away, so it was a little naughty, accepting a rough customer, although I admit it turned out fine,"
"Good, you are not angry with me; in that case you won't mind playing a little with a present I bought us." She told me to stay still, went to her toy drawer, got out the vacuum pump, and removed the pussy cup. She had three small clear plastic cylinders, and brought these, together with the pump, and her soft-tailed crop over to the bed, and told me to change places with her.
"Now I see why you removed your jewellery, you are getting into this pain and pleasure a little too much. No objection to playing with these though, they look like fun. One tube was smaller than the others were; I took one of the larger ones, and fitted it onto the pump and applied some lube to the open end. Placing it over her nipple, I said, "They are not looking like they want any attention, I will have to do something about that first." I picked up her soft leather cat and set about each breast, concentrating on the nipples, with light tweaks. I do not think I was hard enough to cause any bruising but I did get her nubs to stand to attention.
