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 of Abbottsford
which was 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.
From mid-November the Hotel played host to “A
List” American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen, 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.
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.
Her
one release was the use of “Male Escorts” which she used like a hair shirt or
self-flagellation, to punish and degrade herself.
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 to inform her that her man was not
coming, and she 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.
And at the end of the
night when she found out he was not an escort he told her to text him if she
wanted to do it again.
Well, she did text him, every day, and every day he
went to her suite and used her and abused her while giving her positive
reinforcement.
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 after
tying her to a chair subjected her to a prolonged session lasting several hours
involving oral, spanking, masturbation, with and without sex toys and he fucked
her twice.
After the second one he stood for several minutes with
her bent over the chair with his twitching cock still inside her until he
caught his breath.
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.
The next morning, he woke first, and she was still
lying in the same position as the night before with her head on his chest, and
he smiled.
However, having spent the night together they were now
in unfamiliar territory, and he didn’t know how to proceed after about ten
minutes he carefully extricated himself from beneath her and left her sleeping
while he went and showered.
When he was done, he went round the room picking up
his clothes and redressing then he disposed of the kettle of piss, and rinsed
it out, but he would have housekeeping replace it when he went back downstairs.
He had just picked up her stockings and suspenders off
the floor where he discarded them when she began to stir.
When her eyes opened, she looked at him and smiled
then she looked alarmed.
“Are you going?” she asked.
“I’m afraid so” he replied.
“Will I see you tonight then?”
“I have to do a double shift to make up for last
night” he said, and she blushed.
“When then?”
“Christmas Eve” he replied “7 o’clock”
“Ok I think I’ll sleep until then” she said and pulled
the covers up over her shoulder.
“No time for that” he retorted and pulled them back
down.
“I took a message from a Jasmin
Fureaux, she’s coming to take you to lunch at 1 o’clock”
“What time is it now?”
“11” he replied as he walked into the bathroom.
“I’d better have a shower then” Robin said.
“No need” he replied as he returned holding a bath
sheet “I’ve run a bath for you, you could do with soaking your muscles after
last night’s exertions.”
She blushed as he held up the towel to cover her
modesty as she threw back the covers, then he wrapped it around her.
“I have to go” he said and kissed the top of her
head.
Later that afternoon he was on reception when a
middle-aged woman approached.
“Are you Cameron?” she asked in an American accent.
“Yes Madam, how may I help”.
“Might I have a private word?”
“Certainly Madam” he replied and invited her into the
back office, and when the door was closed, she said.
“My name is Jasmin Fureaux”.
“Are yes you were lunching with Miss Van Meeuwen today
I believe” he said.
“Indeed, and that was why I wanted to speak to you”.
She said and he began to worry about what was said
over lunch, but she continued.
“I don’t know what exactly you’ve been doing with
Robin, and I don’t need to know, but whatever it is I want you to carry on
doing it because she is a different person, but be warned if you hurt her, I
will destroy you”?
“You needn’t worry” he assured her.
“Good, because if in the New Year when the play opens,
she breaks down she will never work again, she is that fragile” she explained.
“She won’t fail on my account” he said, and she nodded
“And I’ve seen the movie by the way”.
“What movie?” she replied innocently.
“The one you were quoting from”.
“I like you” she said, “Though not in the way Robin
does”.
The next day, Christmas Eve, he arrived at the Tudor
Suite at 7pm and the door opened the moment he knocked.
“Right on time” she said barely containing her
excitement.
“Are you ready to play then?” He asked and she nodded.
“Ok then” Cam said and took her by the hand and led her into the middle of the room.
“Undress” he ordered, and she began without protest,
there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied, firstly she
kicked off her shoes, then she unzipped and wriggled out of her blue cocktail dress,
revealing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, and suspender belt.
She unfastened her suspenders and put one foot up on
the chair and peeled one stocking down her gorgeous leg, and then repeated the
process with the other leg.
Robin turned her back to him and unhooked her bra and
leant forward and let it fall to the floor before
slipping her panties down and stepping out of them.
Then she crouched down and gathered up her things and
when she turned around, she stood holding her clothes to cover her modesty.
“Good, now kneel on the chair”.
“Ok” she said and dropped the bundle of clothes and
knelt on the chair as instructed.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Well, there will be no ropes or cuffs, and no
spanking” he said,
“I’m only going to give you the one thing you have
never known before”.
“What’s that?” She asked looking over her shoulder at
him.
“Love” he replied.
“Do I deserve that?”
“I think so, do you want it?”
“Yes, I do” she replied so he bent down and kissed her
and said.
“Then let’s make love”.
He scooped her up out of the chair and carried him in
his arms to the bed and she quickly slid under the Duvet and once she was in
the middle of the bed her eyes peered over the top of the duvet and her eyes
never left him as he undressed and then as he slipped under the duvet, and she
cuddled up close to him.
“One thing before we start” he said.
“Yes” she said with concern.
“There are no rules”.
“Good” she retorted, and he kissed her lips softly and
he fondled her plump breast.
As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and their
tongues entwined, his hand began to explore the rest of her curves and Robin’s
hand also went exploring and was very soon gripping his cock.
Robin had turned onto her side as Cameron joined her
in bed and he had cuddled up to face her but then as they kissed, and she
continued to play with his shaft he rolled her onto her back.
They stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the
half-light and admired her body.
Her plump breasts were surmounted by dark rose pink
nipples which sat there inviting him to imbibe so he took the nearest one in
his mouth and sucked on it gently and Robin emitted a soft melodic murmur of
approval, and when his lips left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva
he watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her
luxuriant curly bush.
His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls,
and she still murmured softly, but as his hand came to rest, she held her
breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger parted her
lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her
hot creamy sauce.
He was still looking down on her and she was biting
her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his fingering
of her slippery slit.
She had not become excessively vociferous in response
to his attention but even if he had not been experienced in such matters, he
would easily have known she was on the brink by the way she was frantic tugging
on his cock.
So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got
her any wetter if he fingered her until New Year’s he brought her to a face
contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
He looked down on her as her face relaxed back to its
most beautiful demeanour, she opened her eyes and smiled.
Cameron leant down and kissed her and as their tongues
explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast again and positioned
himself between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her
eyes as he slowly slid his big cock into her, wincing momentarily at the
instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back
into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
He continued caressing her beautiful breast as he
withdrew and entered repeatedly, and Robin began to writhe beneath him and
licked her lips as he entered again.
He had to work hard to control the urge to up the
tempo as he had been previously, suppressing his animal urges for their first
tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
Robin squirmed beneath him as she reached that
ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the
gravity defying release of orgasm.
She looked up at him as she softly moaned and writhed
beneath him and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred
him on to his own climax, and she cried out and then he kissed her hot panting
mouth.
“That was wonderful,” she panted.
He kissed her again and withdrew and rolled off her
and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on
his chest.
“Soon, your fanny won’t have finished farting yet”.
He said and she giggled like a schoolgirl then after a
few minutes she added.
“Are we still going to do the dirty stuff?”
“Not tonight, but yes” he said.
“We can do romantic love making as well as dirty fun”.
“Oh good” she replied.
