Chapter 2 - On her knees
Early the next morning, Tracey felt John's growing erection against her already sore arse. In the moments, before his full consciousness, Tracey could think more clearly.
Should she move away?
Should she move to encourage his manhood?
Should she wait?
Tracey was a 54-year-old woman, with a career and her own opinions and was used to making decisions for herself. But at that instant, she was fixed, trapped with indecision. It seemed that John cast doubt and indecision over her, but what he brought was a peculiar sense of order. He was aharsh master, especially in bed. His cock used each one of her fuck holes, but most of the time, he was gentle, almost loving boyfriend. In the few months he had come back, Tracey's life had been restored.
After Michael's shock retirement and their small financial advice firm closed. Tracey's careful financial plans had been shredded. Her income was halved, the cost-of-living crisis bit harder on her income and despite trying several contacts, she was without sufficient employment. She could have lost everything she had worked so hard to achieve. Her house, her comfortable living- everything.
John had changed all that. With his seemingly limitless resources, he brokered a deal with her that essentially meant that he took on all her debt. She has safe.
The debt was still there, of course but Tracey soon found that John didn't want money.
He wanted her.
For one full year, she was to be his.
Even a contract was drawn up and signed. A personal service contract that had her still managed the funds that he had deposited with the firm, which meant that he was her sole client. The other part of the deal was that she agreed to be his for the year. Of course, she thought this would be just energetic and very enjoyable sex when he was in town, which was only a few times. It was like she and he were dating again. The only difference being, was that he would call on her and not she calling the shots and asking him to come over.
The first three nights were much as she expected. He called in twice to her little but well-appointed cottage in the town and after conversation and a shared bottle of very expensive red wine would lead to kissing and some oral sex. She liked his clever tongue and made her orgasm several times
The third occasion was different.
Tracey was asked to make a report on the investments and deliver it to him, at a large, chain hotel off the M25, as he was a flight to catch following day. She met him at the penthouse suite. Dressed in her favourite business suit, she knocked on the door and he opened it.
"Good afternoon, Tracey. Thankyou for coming out to me. Do come on in." John was polite but she detected a hint of hastiness and distract in his tone.
Putting down her file and laptop. John sat back on a large black leather chair, his eyes taking every inch of her. She shrugged off her coat, revealing a warm biscuit colour wrap around dress and tall black boots. She turned and was about to launch into a well-rehearsed delivery on the situation and progression of the investments that he had made with her firm, before it collapsed, after Michael retired suddenly.
