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, which was her comeback.
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.
However,
at the beginning of December 30-year-old Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had
fantasied about her since he was a schoolboy, took a phone call from Carl, the
latest escort she had booked.
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”
She
had jumped to the conclusion that he was Carls’s replacement and as he had
fantasized about fucking her for years, he decided to go along with it.
However,
before they got started, she gave him a list of rules and said.
“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, no anal, no oral on me, no
kissing and No undressing me”.
“Why
no undressing?” he asked.
“I
don’t like how I look.”
“And
oral?”
“I
don’t feel… clean enough” she replied.
But
once he had her bound, he did things his way, reinforcing how gorgeous she was
to bolster her self-esteem.
After
the event 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.
The
only common denominator being bondage.
Spreadeagled
on the bed, facedown and faceup, bent over furniture, hanging from fixtures,
and tied, in various derivations, to the four-poster bed.
He
was having the time of his life, but he appreciated the rest when she was on
her period, and he also used that time to plan a session to break the cycle.
When she was period free, she texted him during the
afternoon saying she wanted him that night, he responded to her request in the
affirmative but gave her instructions to follow.
He went to her suite at the end of his shift, and she
let him in, but didn’t look at him.
“Are you wearing them?”
“Yes” she replied curtly.
“Good now stand behind the chair”.
He had a different chair delivered to her room special
for their session and she had positioned it where he instructed facing the
full-length mirror.
Because of her diminutive stature the normal chairs in
the luxury suites were too tall for what he had in mind.
It was a well stuffed chair with ample padding, it
needed to be as she was going to be bent over it for a considerable time.
“Stand behind the chair” he said, and she walked over
and stood behind it, so she had her back to him.
“Take off your robe” he said and took off her robe
revealing her black stockings and suspender belt as instructed but covered her
breasts with her hands.
And then he bent her gently over the back of the chair
so she pivoted on it at the waist, then using the silk ropes, he tied her
wrists to the front legs of the chair before returning to the back of the chair
where her gorgeous stocking clad legs were left dangling over the chair back
and didn’t even reach the floor.
Cameron tied her ankles, one at a time to the chairs
back legs and with her securely trussed, he ran his hands slowly up her legs
and they settled on her buttocks and he kneaded them before using his thumbs to
open her up so he could see the pink flesh and she looked nicely moist, and he
thought about noshing her, but that was on the menu for later, but the glimpse
of her pussy and the thought of licking her out meant his cock was erect so it
was time to strip himself, and when he was naked, he walked around in front of
her and her eyes were fixed on his big cock, it wasn’t porn film big but
nonetheless it was of significant size, and it was the biggest cock Robin had
ever had inside her.
He walked around the back of the chair and knelt
behind her and pulled her lips apart and he kissed her ripe pussy.
“You shouldn’t do that, it’s a rule, I’ve had my
period I’m not clean”.
Cameron stood up and slapped one of her arse cheeks
which made a very satisfactory sound and left a lovely bright red handprint.
“Who makes the rules?” he asked.
“I do” she snapped indignantly so he slapped the other
cheek.
“Who makes the rules?” he asked again.
“Me” she said so he slapped her again harder and
slapped the other cheek for good measure.
“Well?” he asked.
“You make the rules Cameron”.
So, he sank to his knees again and returned his
attention to noshing on her hot syrupy fanny, which had got wetter following a
spanking.
Cameron nibbled the flesh of her labia, making her
moan and gasp and then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar, and
his animal noshing made her come repeatedly and her fanny farted in hoarse whispers,
but he continued to sup on her savoury juice.
Cameron stood up and Robin was panting and sweating,
and her hair was stuck to her forehead.
So, he thought he would make her pant and sweat some
more so positioned behind her with his hands on her narrow hips.
He could see she was watching him in the mirror,
biting her lip, and when his knob was at the threshold, she closed her eyes but
when he pushed his bell end between her lips she moaned softly and when the
rest of his cock entered her tight hot pussy her eyes opened again.
With each thrust she moaned loudly, and while he was
greasing his balls, he stared at her in the mirror and for the first time
during their encounters she stared back, but when her head flopped forward he
reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts and knew he had to take her
across the finish line soon, and just then her back was arched and her head
thrashed back and forth, swishing her brunette hair like a whirling dervish,
then all of a sudden she was becoming more and more vociferous as they neared the
precipice.
Cam abandoned her lovely tits and was firmly gripping
her narrow hips, as he increased the tempo, he was like a jockey riding a
galloping horse then Robin threw back her head and let out a scream as they
came together exploding in utter ecstasy and were dripping with sweat and
panting like beasts.
When they had caught their breath, he withdrew from
her quim and walked round and brushed the hair off her face so he could see
her, but she didn’t meet his gaze, her eyes were fixed on his cock still
glistening with their sticky juices, and she was licking her lips.
“You want this?” he said twitching it in front of her
and she nodded, this was very encouraging because she’d never shown any
interest in fellatio up to that point, so he stepped towards her and she opened
her mouth to receive him, just his bell to begin with which she sucked on
enthusiastically then he stuck more of his cock in her mouth a bit at a time,
not knowing how much she could take, quite a bit more than he imagined as it
turned out.
“More of that later, I hope” he said as he withdrew
from her mouth, and he heard her slurp, and she dribbled saliva down her chin,
so he wiped it off.
“You’d better have some water” he said and produced a
water bottle with a straw.
“Is there more then?” she asked.
“Yes, I haven’t finished with you yet”.
He said and held the straw to her lips, and she began
suck hard on it.
“Drink it all, you’re going to need it” he said, and
she easily drained the bottle, then she burped.
“Sorry” she said and giggled.
“So, are we ready to go?” he asked as he caressed her
buttock.
“Yes, I’m ready” she replied and took a deep breath.
He began with a little taste of pussy which brought no
protest, just soft appreciative moans, this was followed by some gentle
fingering before slowly penetrating her with a large pink vibrator.
“What’s that?” she asked with alarm.
“You should know, it was in your bedside drawer” he
replied.
“Oh my God, you have my toys, I’m so embarrassed and
ashamed” Robin exclaimed.
“Theres no need for that” he replied as he gently
wanked her hole.
“Everyone masturbates”
“Even you?”
“Oh yes even me” he replied then he stooped down and
whispered.
“I’m normally thinking of you when I do it”.
Robin gasped at his words and then he switched the
vibrator on, and she roared.
After making her cum in a very vociferous manor he
withdrew the juice covered device and traced the vibrating point around her
puckered anus and her vocalization continued so he inserted two fingers of his
left up her cunny hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb simultaneously, and
the effect on her made it look like she was having some kind of fit.
She was arching her back, her legs were jerking, her
whole body was drenched in sweat, and she was making guttural utterances
through her gritted teeth, so he redoubled his efforts on her behalf and
frigged her harder and harder until she reached the abyss and went momentarily
rigid and then went limp like a rag doll.
Cameron was sitting on the end of the bed admiring his
handiwork, listening to her raspy breath, feeling an ache in his balls when she
suddenly called to him.
“Cameron I’m desperate for a pee”.
“Ok that’s easily remedied” he said.
“Large or small?”
“Very large” she replied, “and very urgent”.
He went to the sideboard and returned with a kettle
and a handful of tissues.
Robin wasn’t expecting to do it in a kettle, but she
doubted she would have made it to the bathroom, and she felt a tingle of
excitement.
He slipped the pourer of the kettle between her
thighs, which she obliged him by opening as far as she could while restrained.
Once it was in position Cameron patted her buttock and
said
“Off you go”.
Robin was a bit cautious, because she was not
accustomed to going in that position, but once she started with the first
dribble there was no holding it back and it gushed out and it was quite a
torrent and when she ceased it was barely an inch from the rim.
“I thought you were never going to stop” he said, and
she giggled.
Holding the kettle in one hand he used the tissues to
dry Robin’s whiskers, then he put them both down on the sideboard.
The toilet break had given him the chance to get his
second wind before the final act, so next he untied her bonds.
“Are we finished?” she asked.
“No, I just thought it would be nice if you were able
to join in” he replied.
“Lovely” she said and pushed herself up on the chair
arms to support herself on her elbows.
Cameron was positioned behind her with his hands on
her narrow hips, and she was watching, staring at him in the mirror, licking
her lips, and when she felt his knob brush her crease she pushed her hips
backwards, and her tight pussy enveloped his bell end and she moaned softly.
She pushed herself up onto her hands, hooked her legs
around him, smiling at him in the mirror, then she pushed her hips backwards
again, but this time she enveloped all of him moaning loudly all the way, and
crossed her ankles behind him, then she went again.
Cameron just held onto her hips, and he stared at her
in the mirror, and she stared back with a look of intense concentration.
But then her head dropped, and her arms gave way as
her stamina failed so he reached forward and cupped her lovely tits and knew he
had to take her across the finish line, but although her head was down, she was
still becoming increasingly vociferous as he took them towards the precipice.
He was starting to flag himself as he was racing on
and on until the moment, she raised her head and screamed as they came together
then she collapsed again.
After
a few minutes of listening to her satisfied sighs he withdrew from her and then
he helped her to her stand but as he slid her off the back of the chair her
legs almost gave way, it appeared that the extent and depth of her convulsive
orgasms and the duration of their session had left her unsteady on her feet.
“Are
you ok?” he asked.
“Just
tired” she replied.
“Ok
then” he said and scooped her up in his arms,
“Do
you need to pee?”
“Yes
please” Robin said weekly “But don’t sit me on the kettle”.
“I
won’t” he said and laughed as he carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the
loo, but he had to support her.
“Am
I there?” she asked.
“Yes,
you can go now” he said, and Robin began peeing, a prolonged spurt, not in the
same league as earlier, but was still a significant effort.
When
she had squeezed out the last drops, he got a handful of toilet paper and went
between her knees and wiped her dry.
Then
he picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her back.
After
he peeled her stocking off her sweaty legs and removed her suspender belt he
pulled the covers up over her, then he turned off her light, and was just going
to find his clothes, when she said.
“Don’t
go”
“What
do you need?” he asked.
“I need you to hold me” she replied and threw back the covers.
