Downshire is a relatively small English county
but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but
they were in no doubt that they were the best, and that belief was no truer
than in the southern town off Abbottsford,
Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.
It
was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also
boast that it was a Cathedral City and was home to Abbottsford Town football
Club and benefitted from the counties premier Hotel, the Abbottsford Regents.
At
the beginning of December, the Regents was busier than ever as snow had come
early to Downshire and taken everyone by surprise so there was a large influx
of walk ins seeking a room for the night and prepared to pay the rather high
room rate than risk driving home through the snow.
However,
among those already in residence were a host of Professionals and a smattering
of the rich and famous, and “A List” American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen being
one of them.
She
was staying in the Tudor suite, one of the most expensive and was expecting to
be there for a prolonged stay as she was starring in a revival of Agatha
Christies, The Man in the Brown Suit, at the
Empire Theatre and was in rehearsals for a January opening.
Robin
had been in the spotlight since she was 7 years old when she was first cast in
a successful Sitcom and quickly established herself as a regular until it was
cancelled ten years later, guest appearances in among other shows as NCIS, CSI,
Criminal Minds and Stargate SG1 followed, as well as theatre work and Movie
parts.
But
at the age of twenty-five she won the Role of Petrona in Starfighter
Squadron which cemented her as a star in the firmament for over a decade.
However, three things happened in her life in quick
succession which derailed her career and life.
Firstly, her husband
of ten years shocked her to the core when “out of the blue” he left her for a
19-year-old blonde, second without any warning she was written out of
Starfighter Squadron and then finally she turned thirty-five which she blamed
for the other two.
Those
three events shattered her confidence and left her feeling like a worthless
Has-been and she could not work for a year and locked herself away from the
world.
When
she emerged, her self-esteem was rock bottom, and she was left feeling old,
talentless, and unattractive.
It
was only her remarkably close and long-term friend Jasmin Fureaux, who dragged
her back from the abyss and got her back on the boards to star in her
directorial debut, and that was how she ended up at the age of thirty-seven
staying at the Regents, but she was still damaged.
One person who was delighted to have that particular
actress in residence was 30-year-old Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had
fantasied about her since he was a schoolboy, but after three weeks at the Hotel
he hadn’t seen anymore of her than a figure in a heavy coat and a wide brimmed
hat crossing the lobby to the lift.
Robin Van Meeuwen was a
reclusive guest, she used the gym for one hour every day, exclusively, at
stupid o’clock, and a member of staff had to be posted on the door to make sure
she wasn’t disturbed, she took all her meals in her room, she had manicures,
pedicures and hair styling in her suite, along with more intimate services, but
then the snow came.
Cameron shift finished at 10pm but due to the
snowstorm he had to stay on longer to cover because his replacement Harry was
running late, which was why he was on duty when the call came in.
“The Regents Hotel, how may I help?”
“Yes, hello, I need to leave a message for Miss Van
Meeuwen.”
“I’ll put you through” Cameron said.
“No, no, no time I’m nearly out of charge” he said
urgently “Just tell her that Carl from the Agency can’t make it tonight, and
they can’t send a replacement”.
“Agency?” Cameron asked.
“Yes um, Escort, male Escort” he explained “Apologize
for…”
Cam hung up the phone after being cut off and smiled
to himself, just as a snow-covered Harry appeared in the lobby, because he was
going to meet his idol.
Cameron knocked on the door of the Tudor suite
and waited, and a minute or so later the door opened slightly, and a soft
American voice said.
“Are you Carl?”
“No, Carl is stuck in the snow….” He began.
“Who are you then?”
“Cameron” he replied, and the door opened
wide.
“Come in then”
He followed her in, and he was a little
disappointed because she was wearing a shapeless kind of, fits wear it touches,
silk summer dress and he could see no hint of her shape.
But he was in the room with her at least and
he had the chance at last to explain what a huge fan he was and was about to
declare his admiration for her when she said.
“Ok these are the rules, you must tie me up or
handcuff me, and blindfold me, gagging is optional” she explained “and you can
be as rough as you like”.
“Ok” he said as he realised that she thought
he was Carl’s replacement, and he was able to fuck his idle
“However, no anal, no oral on me, no kissing
and No undressing me” she instructed.
“Why no undressing?” he asked.
“I
don’t like how I look.”
“And
oral?”
“I
don’t feel… clean enough” she replied.
There
is an old saying about how you should never meet your heroes as they never live
up to your idea of them.
He
had knocked on her door hoping to meet the sexy screen idle he had lusted after
ever since his teens and then he finds out she is ashamed of her body and
deeply insecure, still, at least he was going to get to fuck his idol.
“Are
we going to do this or nor?” she asked impatiently.
“Absolutely,
where are the bonds?” he asked already knowing what he was going to do.
“On
the chair” she replied curtly.
Cameron
picked up the silk rope and Robin put an eye mask on and turned her back to him
with her hands behind her.
“No,
hands in front of you” he snapped so she turned around.
He
knotted loops around her skinny wrists leaving a short double length between
them.
“Is
that the best you can do?” she said mockingly.
Robin
was a small woman, standing only a smidge over 5ft tall in her bare feet and he
guessed a featherweight beneath her baggy garb, so when she was chastising him.
“You’re
supposed to be rough with me, this is pathet…”
He
grabbed the bonds and pushed her quickly backwards into the bathroom.
He
had been at the Regents for a long time and had performed many different rolls,
so he knew that the Georgian splendour of the Regents Hotel with their lofty
ceilings and 7ft doors.
Once
in the bathroom he closed the door and effortlessly lifted her up and suspended
her by the silk bonds from the hook which left her dangling so she could only
support her weight on the balls of her feet, and she was panting hard.
When
he picked her up, he noticed she was leaner than she was in Starfighter Squadron,
so when he had her secured, he decided to check out her shape and began tracing
her contours, and he liked them.
Robin
was slender, with narrow hips and taught buttocks, clearly as a result of her
gym time, but her breasts were firm and plump and he teased her nipples to
erection through the silk and watched her licking her lips, then he moved his
hand across her well-toned belly until he reached her mound and rubbed her
until the silk was wet and she was biting her lip.
As
nice as that was, he wanted to get skin on skin, so his hands went up under the
silk and yanked her knickers right down and off over her feet before she knew
what was happening.
“Wha…What”
she said “No undressing, remember the rules” she shouted.
“I’m
making the rules now” he said and as he stood up he grabbed the hem of her
voluminous garment and tied the loose material in a bow under her chin, before
standing back to admire her nakedness, her beautiful breasts, flat stomach neat
brown pubic triangle stunning legs perfect little feet, and all the while Robin
was hurling profanities at him.
So,
he picked up her wet panties and used them as an improvised gag to shut her up.
“Stop
making such a fuss” he said, “you’re naked now, and your body is absolutely gorgeous,
I’ve been with 20-year-olds who don’t look as stunning as you”.
Then
he stood back to admire the view again only this time he undressed himself.
He
knelt in front of her and he could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of
femininity, arousal and the heady fragrance spurred him on, she knew what was
coming and she stubbornly stiffened to deny him access but as she only had the
merest contact with the floor he lifted one leg off the floor leaving her to
support her weight on one leg while he supported her other one on his shoulder
and he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash and even though she was gagged
she let him know how appreciative she was despite not wanting to be noshed.
When
he had made her cum, he lowered her other leg gently to the floor and he stood
up with her juice all around his mouth, so he removed the gag from her panting
mouth and wiped his mouth with them before throwing them aside.
Robin
was still panting when he reached behind her and got a firm grip on each firm
buttock and lifted her off her feet so her gorgeous syrupy fanny was at the
perfect height to receive his cock and once achieved Cameron penetrated her
tight creamy cunny and slid effortlessly into her hot gash.
“Ohhhhh
my God” she uttered “you’re big.”
He
went in deeper, and she moaned again.
“That
feels so good, I don’t deserve it.”
“Well,
I’ll take it back then” Cam said and partially withdrew.
“No,
I really want it, please.”
“Ok
you can have it on two conditions” he said.
“Anything”
she said urgently.
“Firstly, I want the mask gone.”
“Why?”
“So,
I can see your face when I make you cum again.”
“Ok”
she said reluctantly so he pulled it off and revealed her frightened eyes.
“What’s
the other thing?” she asked nervously.
“I
want a kiss” he replied.
“I
don’t do kissing.”
“Ok”
he said and withdrew another inch.
“Ok,
ok, I’ll kiss you.”
He
leant in and kissed her, and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto
his mouth like a limpet and the kiss continued with hot tongues of passion and
when their lips parted, he said.
“Now
that wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“No”
she agreed, giving him, a weak smile and he penetrated her all the way and her
eyes rolled back.
Robin’s
slender legs locked around him and he banged her against the door still
gripping her tight little buttocks,
As
the tempo increased he hitched her up so her bonds were unhooked and went
straight over his head so she could wrap her
arms tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he
banged her again and again and the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened
until the sublime moment, he exploded inside her and she came so hard no sound
came out of her mouth for a full minute before she moaned loudly in his ear.
They
stayed in that position for about another minute panting hard and then he
withdrew from her and lowered her to the floor, he had hoped for another kiss
but once he’d undone the silk rope she went cold and distant and quickly
wrapped a towel around herself and went into the bedroom and he stayed in the
bathroom and redressed.
When
Cam was finished, he paused to pocket her soiled panties and then rejoined her.
As
he emerged, she said without looking at him.
“I’ll
contact the agency if I want to see you again.”
“I’m
not with the agency” he responded.
“What?”
“I’m
not an escort” he pointed out.
“But
you said you were.”
“No,
I said Carl wasn’t coming and You assumed I was his replacement” Cameron
pointed out.
“Well,
you didn’t disillusion me” she snapped.
“No,
I didn’t”
“Why
not?”
“Because
I got to fuck you.”
“Well,
if you’re not with and agency how do I pay you?” she asked.
“I
don’t need you to pay me.”
“Why
not?”
“I
didn’t do it for money.”
“Why
did you do it then?”
“Because
I wanted to fuck you.”
“For
free?”
“Yes,
I’d have paid you” he said.
“Well,
well, what do I do if I need you to fuck me again?” she asked.
“Text
me” he replied and wrote his number on the note pad on the writing desk and
then he left.
