I watched Anne get out of her Executive's car and stride purposefully towards the hotel entrance, she was every bit the beautiful, professional, confident woman her husband, James had told me she was. She was a bit older than I was used to, I tend to like them in their mid to late twenties but for a woman over 40 she did not look bad at all as she stepped into the revolving door of the hotel and approached the reception desk. I was sat in one of the luxurious leather armchairs in the bar just off to the side of the reception area with an uninterrupted view of Anne's movements, I had a paper in my hand but that was merely a prop to hide my observation. She was dressed as instructed, that was a good start, it's always good when they do what they are told, I find. She wore a smart business suit and expensive looking white blouse together with a daringly short business skirt, its hem was a good six inches above her knees and her sheer black stockings were enticingly visible beneath.
She looked confident as she spoke to the receptionist and seconds later took the room key from him and strutted over the polished floor on her high heels to the elevator to reach the room I had booked for her. As she disappeared inside the metal doors I smiled and patted my erection through my trousers and thought about the fact that in under ten minutes that smart, confident business woman would have her mouth stuffed with my rock hard dick while my big hairy balls bounced off her chin.
*
"Her name is Anne. She is hardly a dog and I imagine there are plenty of guys who would love to fuck her. She is 40 years old but can easily pass for 10 years younger, 5 1/2 feet tall, usually within a pound of 120 pounds, plus or minus. She exercises and is quite trim. She has green eyes, a wide mouth with beautiful teeth, a dimple in her chin, is a natural sun-bleached blonde and wears her hair in bangs with it cut up in back and longer on the sides with the hairline following her chin. Her figure: 34C, 24, 35 hips. Her nipples are small and pink. She shaves her pussy to a small inverted triangle and her hair is light brown (no sun).
She is British, very smart, and has a graduate degree in international business and works full time as a Senior Director with a team of people reporting to her. The company is headquartered outside Boston (where we live) so she works from a home office and travels to headquarters, usually once a month. She also travels to business partners internationally and has been all over. She dresses well in business situations in (expensive) skirts, jackets, blouses, heels and often wears either pearls or a silk scarf. At home she likes jeans and pull-over polo shirts and sandals. She loves to cook, read, and listen to classical music and opera. We live in a historic district of a lovely city and can drive to town for the symphony, opera, ballet, or have dinner out which we do once a week. "
*
I don't know what I'd call myself, I suppose the nearest things would be a hitman or a bounty hunter, both in a sexual sense, I fuck and screw people to order, whether they like it or not. I don't know how James heard about me, all my business (and I do maybe 12 jobs a year) are from word of mouth and I decide whether I want to take the job or not. This one I was sceptical about because of Anne's age but when I saw a picture of her and heard from her shunned husband of her particular sexual peccadillo's and took possession of his carefully gathered evidence against her I would have been a fool not to take the contract. It was almost a gift horse.
The set up was straightforward enough, James had given me concrete evidence of Anne's apparent insider trading and wanted me to do my thing with her. I told him all I would do and rather than balk he actually suggested wilder, kinkier stuff to me. Which was fine, as long as he paid the bills I was more than happy to comply. He had insisted on giving me the reasons why he wanted me to do this but to be honest I didn't care – I am motivated by money and sex and not necessarily in that order. Anyway, a quick phonecall and e-mail to Anne convinced her I had sufficient evidence to harm her career if not her liberty was enough to convince her to play ball with me, although like most marks I think she was expecting the penalty for her indiscretions to by financial rather than physical. It would be fun setting her right, it always was.
Which is why she was in room 512 of this hotel right now waiting to meet me. She might have figured to set me up but I haven't lasted this long in the game without knowing some tricks so ten minutes after Anne departed in the elevator I followed her up and was soon knocking at the door. She opened it sharply but I was holding on to the handle from outside and with just a small gap between door and frame passed a black cloth hood to her and told her to go over to the window and put it on her head before I came in. She made to argue but I soon pointed out to her that she wasn't in a position to unless she wanted call my bluff and soon enough she was at the window, standing there, wearing the hood as I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I searched her bag and coat pockets for anything that would suggest being double-crossed though I doubted it, not with evidence she knew I had. I didn't hang around, I wasn't getting paid by the hour.
"Listen up bitch, I don't want to have to repeat myself and this is actually really straightforward, especially for a smart woman like you."
She gave a groan under the hood and swayed a little as if she couldn't believe this was happening.
"I don't want money from you, OK. So you can rest easy on that, I don't need it. What I want is your obedience for the next week. And I mean sexual obedience. You're going to do what I say and when I say it and let me use that fine body of yours as I see fit to get you out of this situation. You do that and you get this paperwork and all the copies I made. One week. We do something each day and you do it exactly like I say. It's easy. What do you say?"
She deliberated and tried to talk her way out of it but we both knew she was going to do it, all she had to do to avoid all the danger and risk of being exposed as a criminal who was defrauding her own employers was submit to be my sex slave for the next week. Her compliance was as inevitable as it was enjoyable and it was not long before she was reluctantly agreeing to my terms.
"Take the hood off bitch we can make this day one!"
*
"The first years Anne and I were married we had conventional sex using birth control pills. One night she said she wanted to get off the pill and neither of us liked the idea of condoms. She first admitted that before marriage she used to masturbate a lot, sometimes several times a day. I admitted that I also love to play with myself and, in fact, prefer it to fucking. So we agreed to try different ways to cum and not fuck for a month. The night that she used her last birth control pill was the last time we fucked. I couldn't tell you the date of our last fuck, but we have lived here for 20 years and we have never fucked here. "
*
It never fails to turn me on having a woman, naked, kneeling at my feet sure in the knowledge she is about to orally pleasure me, especially if she is reluctant about it. You can see in their eyes that they hate and despise you and are turning the thought over in their mind of whether to bite your dick off, but they never would. It's they last bit of power they have down there, but my targets, especially one fitted up like Anne was, know that they have no power, no choice and I like that, I like that a lot.
Despite not really caring about James and Anne's story I have to admit I was intrigued how Anne would react to a real cock inside her. I guess from her coolish exterior she was happier taking it than risking that evidence being revealed but she would be getting a whole lot of cock over the next week so I would be getting a chance to find out exactly what her limits would be.
She was naked because I had ordered her to strip all her clothes and reluctantly she had complied, neatly folding her clothes on the hotel room bed and standing, looking embarrassed as hell as I openly stared at every inch of her cute white body. It would contrast nicely with my shiny, jet black skin.
I made her wait. Standing in front of her once I had guided her to her knees before me. I played with my cock slowly, letting her watch every inch of my nine-inch penis as the head pushed at my foreskin and a slight sheen of pre-cum emerged to make my helmet even shinier. I ran my fingers up each side of my shaft, feeling every vein stretching against it until I reached my balls and gave them a little squeeze to make sure I was fully aroused – no problem there.
"Open up Anne, let's see how good a cock sucker you are."
I quickly discovered she wasn't very good. I guess her husband hadn't been making it up after all, she sucked (pardon the pun). Then again maybe it was because she wasn't exactly enjoying this. Whatever the case no way was she getting away with just lapping at my member like it was some kind of disgustingly flavoured lollipop.
"I guess you're shit Anne, so how about I show you how to be a good cock sucker."