Coming Clean Ch. 02

Last time: My cleaner made me an offer it would be churlish to refuse... now we are older dom and young sub

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and stretched. It instantly turned to a gasp when the stretch put my right calf into spasm.

"Shit! Bollocks!" I hopped around the room for a few seconds. Gradually, the cramp eased off and I sat on the bed. I grinned at my memories of the day before.

Then a cold waft of reality blew through my euphoria. What have I done? What if her mother finds out? How will she be feeling today? I went through my morning routine in a sombre mood.

Over my cereal, I came to a decision.

It had been fucking magnificent. One of the best days in years. No doubt about that. And Louisa had seemed to get a lot out of it. Everything she hoped for? I couldn't know that, at least not yet, but a resolve formed. She had trusted me with her quest, granted me a huge privilege, and I would be the worst kind of worm if I didn't honour that by doing the best I possibly could for her. It might involve taking risks, yes, but what venture in life worth trying, doesn't? That was true for both of us.

My knowledge of the whole sub-dom thing was sketchy at best, and I could lay no claim to be an experienced practitioner. My tastes had lain much more along the lines of older, voluptuous women, for a long time. Not that I didn't find the fantasy of older men and younger women exciting; more that I'd always viewed it as purely fantasy, something that didn't happen in real life.

Well, apparently it did. So I would research, and do my best to prepare for her. I assumed this would only work to my benefit too, so, a win-win.

I set about the task. Google turned up a serious meta-study in no time. From The Journal of Sexual Research, 2021, issue 4, a line caught my eye: While using pain as a source of sexual pleasure (masochism) has been practiced for a long time, consenting, playful sexual submission (not to be confounded with forced submission) seems to be a relatively recent behavior in history. Interesting. Very clearly distinguishing it from non-consenting, truly humiliating behaviour, something I knew I would be totally unable to take part in.

And another: While physical or psychological pain may be involved in erotic power-exchange behaviors, playing with power relationships is more important than inflicting or receiving pain in this context.

Related to this there was stuff about how for some, the sub role was about relinquishing control in an erotic context to balance the pressure of demanding lives, whereas for others, often women but sometimes men, it was simply about getting more sexually aroused that way. It didn't mean they were doormats outside the bedroom, just that they liked giving up control during sex, knowing they could trust their partner.

The pain comment raised an obvious point, one I hadn't given any thought to. Would Louisa want to engage in bondage? More painful practices? Switch roles? Did pain give her pleasure, making it no use for punishment?

The more I read, the more engrossed I became, not to mention aroused. It seemed like a potentially huge rabbit hole, though, so I decided to stop reading and start planning.

I drew up a list of questions to cover, such as names, words, actions to go for and to avoid. Did she want full 'slut training'? I decided we should be as clear as possible what our agreement really came down to, what it could set rules for and what it couldn't.

Would it kill spontaneity? I'd always been a passion-and-spontaneity kind of guy. But when I thought about it, I realized having the security of some kind of agreement could free us both up to be spontaneous within the boundaries. The old what's-freedom-anyway question reared its tiresome head, as it has on and off all my life. Maybe 'freedom' was as much about freedom from as freedom to.

Assuming we have any free will in the first place... no, I wasn't going down that hole.

The day before Louisa's next visit, I took a trip to a sex shop and suffered the amusement of a mature female assistant guiding me through the options and helping me choose. I say amusement, but I did notice her checking me out more than once out of the corner of my eye when I was looking at toys. Mental note to self. Maybe worth a return visit?

Simplicity seemed like the best course for now. A pair of pink faux fur handcuffs, nipple and clit clamps, pink rope, and a black satin blindfold. The range of choice was a bit daunting, so I reasoned a limited collection to start with was sensible. She might need something entirely different. I also resolved to get the sizes of her underwear and shoes, so I could buy her clothes I could 'instruct' her to wear. I would have to decide on a gift, too.

My excitement grew as the day drew on. Work was all but impossible. I shopped for the ingredients for another simple meal, a smoked salmon risotto with asparagus and saffron, with a decent bottle of white burgundy. It always sounds good, and looks and tastes great, but it's little more than an assembly job. Strawberries and whipped cream... mmm, maybe they might get more than one use...

I showered, used the same cologne as before, and dressed in dark chinos and a neutral linen shirt.

Nerves strung like wires on a freezing night, waiting on the doorbell. Everything that could be prepared had been, at least an hour ago.

The bell sounded. I leaped out of the chair, heart thundering, and rushed to the front door. I took a deep breath and calmed myself for a couple of seconds.

Louisa stood on the doorstep dressed in jeans and a blue blouse, carrying a backpack. Her makeup was as perfect as her street garb was simple and misleading, obviously for very good reasons.

Her eyes glimmered up at me. "Hello, Mr Stewart, sir... I hope you're well tonight."

I fucking am now... straight into sub mode, then. "Yes, thank you, Louisa. Come in. You look nice tonight."

She beamed as she stepped inside, and her whole scent twitched my nose, and my cock. Cosmetics, shampoo, and rampant pheromones, the essence of excitement. "Thank you, sir."

"I trust you're going to change into something more suitable, though."

She bit her lip and looked down.

Oh, fuck... how do I keep my hands off her?

"Yes, sir, of course. It's all in my pack."

I smiled. "Good girl. Come along, then, let's sit in my study again." It isn't the most comfortable room in the house, but after last Friday, it seemed the obvious place, at least to start.

Louisa sat in the easy chair while I stood at my desk. "Would you like a drink, Louisa?"

"Water would be fine, for now."

Taking my time, conscious of the need to keep the control I was being granted, I went to the kitchen, poured two glasses and added ice.

When I entered the room, Louisa furtively snatched her hand up from her lap and blushed.

"Louisa, I think I had to speak to you about this before, didn't I?" Shit. The way things were going, we'd never get to any kind of discussion. My cock was already banging on the door, and my sexual flush must have been visible in the open neck of my linen shirt, not to mention the pulse throbbing in my neck veins.

"Yes, sir, s-sorry, sir... I can't help it. I'm so excited!"

I handed her the water. "Well, perhaps this'll cool you off a bit. Before we discuss suitable correction, I want to talk to you."

She smiled, a beguilingly innocent smile that made my heart skip a beat and the adrenalin kick up another notch. Bloody hell, I'd be lucky to avoid a catastrophe at this rate. Though I got the impression she'd be delighted if I came in my boxers for her, as long as there was more to follow and I let her clean up for me....

"Talk? What about, sir?" She tilted her head and batted her eyelashes.

"First of all, how do you feel after last Friday?"

She smirked and lowered her eyelids. "Like I've been set alight. I've already written a diary entry." She must have seen a flicker of concern pass behind my eyes. "Don't worry, it's all locked away, password protected. And I only use initials."

I smiled. "I'd love to read that."

She blushed. "I'm afraid it's not all that well written, but if you really want to, of course you can see it. As long as you don't mark me too harshly." Her smile was crooked and her eyes twinkled.

I tutted and shook my head, ignoring the double entendre for now. "It's the spirit of the thing that counts. The letter can always be ironed out later. I imagine you put plenty of feeling into it."

She leaned forward. "Oh, I certainly did... sir."

"Now, I know you're probably going to feel frustrated by this, but we may need more rules. It might seem counter-intuitive, but having them can make for all the greater sense of liberation when it comes to what we do together, knowing the boundaries are there and we can trust one another to keep to them."

She frowned. "I did say, last time, I don't want to overthink things."

"Yes, and I understand you, but you need safe boundaries in a situation like this."

She pouted, and I stifled a smile. A perfect display of bratty pushback, I thought. Okay. I'd respond accordingly.

"Louisa." Stern voice. "Come here."

She lowered her gaze and stood, walking hesitantly to stand in front of me.

Still unsure whether Louisa was more of a little girl sub or a bratty sub (though fairly sure she wasn't a masochist or a slave in the making) I decided to risk one last spontaneous punishment before insisting we draw up a list of what could and could not be used. She might, in the end, just want to play with the whole idea very lightly. It was all good, as far as I was concerned, as long as I got it right for her.

"Open your blouse."

She looked up, a glint in her eye, and unbuttoned her blouse, fumbling in her haste. More scents, this time direct from her glowing skin, and maybe a little nervous sweat.

If her reaction in the shower had been anything to go by, cold would be a punishment. Just a light application, then. I reached across to my drink on the desk and fished out an ice cube.

Her eyes widened as I brought the ice up to her neck. "Do not move," I instructed. "If you're going to be a brat, you'll learn to think again." I pressed the cube against her neck.

She gasped. A melting drop trickled down between her breasts, naked beneath her blouse. She began to tremble.

I slid the cube slowly down until it reached the curve of her lovely tits, then ran it around and over the swell to one aureola, holding it against the poker stiff nipple for a few seconds. She drew in her breath sharply, whimpered. Shook. Then the other. Her trembling grew more intense, and she bleated softly. "Please... I'm sorry... that hurts..." Her eyes stayed down, and I took it as a good sign that she wasn't flashing me a look of dismay.

She didn't use her safe word either, so I assumed I was in bounds, but her distress seemed genuine enough.

Dropping the remains of the ice cube, I held her shoulders and pulled her towards me, planting a kiss on her forehead. She looked up then, and a smile broke the tension.

"Does that give you any idea why we need to talk more about rules?" I steered her back to her chair.

She nodded. "Yes... sir. It does. What do you suggest?"

I leaned back against the desk. "First of all, let's establish a list of punishments you will find acceptable, but that are also genuine punishments. If you want something to have fun with, that's a funishment, right?"

"Yes... I see that. Okay. Well, spanking hurts, but I can take it, and as we used it before, let's put that on the list."

I turned to the desk and picked up a piece of paper and a pen and handed them to her. "Go on. Write them down."

She nodded. "Spanking. And ice cubes." She shivered. "Shall I put, showers?"

"Good idea."

"Umm... any suggestions?"

"How about denial of orgasm?"

She shuddered and looked me in the eye with a very hot gaze. "Oh fuck... that is mean, but I can live with it."

My crotch tented but, in the context of what we were discussing, I made it as obvious as I could. "Are you sure it doesn't turn you on?"

She considered for a few seconds. "Not in itself, but it does mean the tension gets so extreme that, as long as I get to come eventually, the release is huge. So the idea of it turns me on, yes."

A thoughtful gaze took her eyes to the middle distance for a few seconds. "I don't think I'd much like to be gagged."

I laughed. "That, I can believe. Go on, put it down. I'd have to restrain you as well, though I suspect you might like that. Giving up control."

"Yes... but if I'm really worked up, I'm going to hate not being able to touch you, as well as not kiss or suck you."

Soon enough, we had our list. She even put her name at the bottom to show her agreement.

"Very good, Louisa." I sighed. "So now, I think it's time for a reward."

She sat up straight, features lighting in a mischievous grin.

"Your cosplay?"

She grabbed her pack and stood. "It's really more of a roleplay, but if you're okay with that, I'll get ready. You'll know from my appearance and what I say, what the scenario is. I chose something I think you'll find very sexy but simple and straightforward, for the first attempt."

It took her fifteen minutes, but I read that as a good sign, though it had me near feverish with anticipation and a cock twitching like a dog straining at the leash, leaving the front of my boxers with a wide damp patch.

A knock came at the study door.

Deep breath, lower voice. "Come in."

Louisa walked into the room wearing a simple ruched black crepe pencil skirt, a close-fitting white blouse, seamed stockings, black high heels, and black-framed glasses perched halfway down her nose. Her hair had been pinned back in a French bun, with stray wisps artfully dangling around her ears, sporting elegant pearl earrings. Bright red lipstick and subtle eyeshadow completed the classic sexy secretary look. She carried a small tablet.

My heart thumped and my throat dried up. I looked at her quizzically, afraid my voice would crack if I spoke right then.

"I'm Ms. Brown, from the temp agency? They said you had requested a secretary with some experience of research."

"Ahh... yes, Ms. Brown. Come in. Take a seat." I stood and motioned to a small bureau at one end of the bookshelves. It had a drop down front that served as a small writing desk. I led her there, picking up the scent of a classic perfume, something by Chanel, perhaps? Not No. 5, one just about every man my age must remember. Not one I'd have expected a young woman to use. I made a mental note to congratulate her on her eye for detail, but right now, I had a hard time keeping my hands off her.

When we reached the desk, she stood close and looked into my eyes with a very innocent expression, as if butter wouldn't melt. Fuck, it wouldn't melt... it would sizzle...

"Um.. yes... you need a chair." I smiled. "I'll fetch one for you."

I hurried into the hall and brought back an antique Georgian carver with a comfortable seat, just about high enough. When I entered the room, she was looking through the books on the shelves. I cleared my throat.

She looked up and stood straight, blushing. "I couldn't help noticing... I mean, some of the titles..."

"Erotica? Yes. I hope you're not offended. I'll need you to carry out some relevant research for me."

She swallowed and her colour deepened. I was impressed, if it was acting, and delighted, if it wasn't. "I--I'm sure I can treat it as a professional task, like any other, Mr Stewart, sir. What do you want me to do?"

"Research erotic literature and sexual studies. List the things you think women are most likely to find exciting."

She licked her lips, looked up at me from beneath heavy eyelids. After holding my gaze for a few seconds she nodded and took her seat at the bureau. She raised an eyebrow. "Very comfy chair, thank you, Mr Stewart."

"One I rescued and restored. Something I do from time to time."

On return to my desk I did my best to look as though I was working. My mind was a whirl of filthy thoughts, imagining her standing at the bureau, legs apart, knickers pulled aside, my cock ramming into her hot wet cunt from behind while my finger teased and probed her bumhole. More than one adjustment became necessary, and in the end, I gave up and opened my zip, pulling out my cock beneath the desk and giving it a strong tug for a second, making sure to keep it out of sight.

After a while I noticed from the corner of my eye that Louisa was stealing glances my way more often. She had been researching, no doubt genuinely, and now her own excitement must be mounting.

"Can I ask a question, Mr Stewart?" She batted her eyelashes at me and my cock twitched so hard it hit the underneath of the desktop. I involuntarily jerked forward a little and stifled a gasp.

"Are you alright, sir?" Her mouth hung open just a little, revealing her lovely large teeth and pink, moist inside lip.

"Quite--" My voice almost cracked. I cleared my throat. "Quite alright, thank you, Ms. Brown. You wanted to ask a question?"

"Oh! Yes... um... do you think that men are attracted to older women when they're young, and younger women, when they're older?"

I mused for a few seconds. "That's a good question. Perhaps so--and perhaps the same applies to women. Though, obviously, it'll always depend on the individual. How adventurous they are, in particular. Why do you ask?"

"I'm coming across a lot of studies and chats where the attractions of older men for younger women are mentioned. Being looked after, seems to be quite a theme, in... more than one way." She fluttered her lashes again and glanced down before returning her gaze to me.

"Yes, it's a fact that young women seek maturity in a partner, for one or another reason. Security, stability, sexual confidence and experience. Young men may feel some lack of confidence and would like an older woman to show them the best ways to... pleasure a woman."

Continuing to look at me over the top of her glasses--a look so sexy I could hardly bear to sit still--she licked her lips then chewed on the lower one for a moment. At the same time, her hands moved across the desk, and bumped into a small antique inkwell I kept there just as an ornament.

It fell to the floor. The neck snapped off, and Louisa jumped up, her distress genuine.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She threw me a pleading look, her brows drawn together, eyes wide.

I couldn't really care less. It wasn't remarkable in any way or worth much, just something to complement the bureau's period. Of course, it provided the perfect opportunity. Putting on a stern expression, I hastily stuffed my erection beneath the waistband of my boxers and chinos and zipped up, then stood and strode round the desk.

"Most careless of you, Ms. Brown. That was an antique." I stopped in front of her, hands on hips, frowning.

"It was so clumsy of me." Her voice came out husky, slightly breathless. My heart was thumping hard in my chest, enough that I was sure it must be visible.

She slid off the chair onto her knees and picked up the two pieces, placing them onto the bureau.

While she looked down to check for any more, I rearranged my cock yet again.

This time when she looked up, my erection tented my crotch very obviously.

She licked her lips again, then pushed her tongue up against her upper lip for a few seconds. Her head tilted to one side. "Let me make it up to you... sir," she murmured shakily, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"I think you should," I rasped, struggling to keep the tremor out of my own voice.

She brought her hand up, hesitating, then reached out to press lightly against my bulge. Still keeping eye contact, she let her mouth hang open little by little until that wide expanse of wet pink inside lip showed again. Her breathing grew deeper, audibly so, and she pressed her palm more firmly against my straining cock.

"You feel so hard, sir," she croaked, barely audible. "I want to taste you, lick your precum off and then suck you until you blow your balls all over my face."

The blood nearly exploding in my ears, I nodded, then, with a supreme act of will; "But first you'll have to pay some penance for your clumsiness, beyond simple recompense that sounds as though it would give you as much pleasure as it would give me."

A frown clouded her gaze and a question rose to her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak.

I shook my head. "No arguments. Get up and stand against the desk."

A deeper flush suffused her face and neck, spreading across the top of her chest. She stood, a little unsteady, her expression slightly anxious. "Wh-what are you going to do... sir?"

"Lean back against the desk and part your thighs. Don't move until I tell you to."

She leaned back against my desk, putting her hands down on each side to steady herself, and placed her high heels nearly a couple of feet apart. Her ruched skirt rode up to her stocking tops. Lips remaining parted, her breath came in little pants and snorts. The tumescent hot look burned in her eyes, the one that ravished my mind the first time.

Steeling myself to the task, I unbuttoned her blouse with deliberate, slow movements, locking eye contact with her. I pulled it to each side of a very pretty black lace shelf bra. Her nipples stood out like bullets in the centre of her wide pink aureolas, surrounded by the shiny satin skin of her perfect breasts.

I tweaked a nipple--with the same pressure I'd tried on myself, being so out of touch--of course allowing for the fact hers were surely more sensitive than mine.

She gasped, her breath quickening.

I repeated the pinch on her other nipple, and her legs began to shake a bit. A soft moan escaped her throat. I continued the nipple play for a few minutes, and added to the moment by putting my thumb up to her lips. She took it in and sucked, fixing her heavy-lidded gaze on mine all the time.

"You're a dirty little bitch, aren't you," I muttered.

She nodded, eyes pleading. "I am, sir... for you."

When I judged her to be getting excited enough to need to move on with a hope of release soon, I moved my hands slowly down the very warm skin of her torso, stroking her taut belly and dropping them down behind her to squeeze and caress her wide, yielding ass cheeks through the fabric. Bringing my hands forward, I lifted the hem of the skirt above the stocking tops and slid one hand up her exquisitely soft inside thighs, until my fingers encountered her now very hot, wet vulva beneath the inadequate thong. Her musk grew stronger.

"You're so hot and wet," I whispered, sliding one finger lightly up and down the edge of the fabric over her swollen slit, then bringing it out to sniff and lick her fresh, tangy juice.

She nodded and swallowed. "Please, sir... make me cum... I'll do anything for you... anything you want..."

"There's still your penance." I smirked.

"What?" She gasped. "You won't let me suck you off, and then you pinch my nipples for minutes on end--isn't that enough?"

"Bratty and clumsy... you need to learn," I murmured. My fingers slipped inside her soaking hole, first one, then two. I went in only a couple of inches to start, twisting gently each way to press against the entire wall, before setting up a slow, audible rhythm.

Shudders shook her frame as I hit the right spot. I stilled the movement.

Another gasp. "Please... don't stop... I'll be good, I promise." Her breathing became ragged, and she ground her hips against my hand.

"Keep still. I'll say when you can move."

"Yes, sir... I'm sorry... I can't help it, it's all been a bit much, I need your cock so badly!"

She made such an effort to keep still it made me release a huge sigh. I so badly wanted to give her my cock, but we'd committed ourselves.

I used my fingers with as much control as I could maintain, joined by my thumb on her clit, and my other hand on her breasts, until she reached a trembling simmer. Each time her breath grew deeper and noisier, I slacked off or stilled, triggering her funny bleating noise and rasping moans.

It felt like tearing a possessing spirit out of her, as if I were exorcising the tormentor of her libido, only for it to be immediately replaced by another.

Finally unable to take it myself any longer, I grabbed her shoulders and took her mouth with mine in a deep, desperate search for the illusion of complete possession. She whimpered, her hands grabbing my hair and scrabbling at my scalp, tongue battling mine with frantic, urgent plunges and swirls.

Our saliva flowed, messy, heedless, smearing liberally. The scent of it on her hot skin flared my nostrils. A hint of a laugh suddenly seized me and she broke away, eyes wondering, then grinned with pure joy.

"Bend over," I growled, turning her to face away and pushing her down to the desk top.

A low laugh of her own escaped her throat as she flattened herself against the surface, her breasts squashing out at the sides. Her butt cheeks lifted as high in the air as possible, arching her back to give the best angle she could for fucking.

Pushing her skirt the rest of the way over her quivering globes, I drank in their beautiful glow, then pulled aside the thong and positioned myself to enter her. The raw, earthy smell of her excitement pushed my urgency up another notch.

"Fuck me, you bastard... fuck me hard... make me cum." Her voice a smoky, sexual purr, throaty and dripping with promise.

I rammed into her, gasping at the electric thrill of her rippling, liquid satin sex.

Louisa let out the most animal grunt I'd heard for a very long time, snorting with my deep, hard thrusts and muttering soft lewdness in a semi-coherent stream in that same low growl.

Fwap... fwap... fwap... splch... splchsplchsplch...

I felt her cervix hit the end of my shaft, adding yet another glow to the whole experience. Her pulsating cunt grew wetter and wetter, the juices spreading over both our thighs. She began to whimper between the grunts.

Skwsh-skwsh-skwsh-skwsh... fwap... fwap... fwap...

"Oh, Louisa... you lovely little whore... aahhh..."

Her face turned sideways on the desk and her eyes stared up at me, tears forming at the corners. I leaned forward. The urge to kiss her wet, open mouth and suck the very breath out of her overwhelmed me. I reached out beneath her breasts and pulled her up while I dropped my head to meet hers, and then we were kissing again, the most beautifully filthy kisses we could conjure

Then, all too soon but inevitable after all the tension of the build up, Louisa began to shudder and tremble. First moaning, then screaming as she shook violently with her release, her cunt throbbed and contracted so strongly I didn't stand a chance.

The agony of suspension before release held me in a moment of total surrender. At last my first gush blew through my perineum and threw me into pelvic spasms, balanced right on the edge of pain and pleasure, forcing its way out of my tip so strongly I wondered how I remained in one piece. Like my soul was being sucked through my cock, pulling it inside out.

The blast seemed to trigger another paroxysm of climactic release in my beautiful accomplice, followed by more shouts and gasps from both of us. The biggest load I think I had conjured in years, even more than the week before, splayed spurt after spurt into her belly, until I finally slowed and half-collapsed onto her still jerking, quivering torso.

After a hazy age that could have been two minutes or twenty, we scraped ourselves off the desk and pulled our sticky bodies apart with reluctant sighs and audible sucking noises. The fresh sweat mingled with the slight pungency of our fluids, a hot reek of aftersex. I was still half erect. Going to be a long night, I thought, smiling.

"What?" she husked, gazing into my eyes with a gorgeous after-sex glimmer.

Her eyes were still not quite dry. I pulled her to me and brought my mouth to each in turn, kissing away the salty remnants of her tears of passion-pain. The Germans have a word, Leidenshaft, I learned from a lover many years before. Not a literal translation, but the exact spirit.

I was suddenly struck by an intense feeling of sadness, that this might be the last time in my life I would ever get to experience anything so intense. It morphed into a glow of gratitude that Louisa had given me the chance at all. I held her close.

She nestled against my shoulder and pulled herself further in, the smells of her hair mingling with her perfume, our sweat; the sharp musk of sex, earthy tones like mushrooms, ferns and damp soil mixed in somewhere. I breathed in deeply.

"Mr Stewart... Jack... can we go to your bedroom?"

I thought for a few seconds. The last time I'd had sex there was with my wife, a long time ago now. But I hadn't been a believer in hanging on to reminders, like clothes, perfumes, anything else closely associated with her. I had my memories and if the day came when they faded then I'd probably have more than one foot in the grave. Did my memories make it difficult?

Suddenly my wife's voice rang clear in my head. "For fuck's sake, Jack, enjoy it while you can. You're not withholding anything from me. I'm not jealous. I'm happy for you." She probably would say that.

Squeezing Louisa tightly again, I nodded. "Yes. Let's do it."

She broke and looked into my eyes with an impish grin, then turned to go. I smacked her rump and she yelped, then shot out the door.

Setting off in hot pursuit, I caught her when she stumbled on the stairs and pinned her down with my whole body. She squealed, then giggled again when she felt my reengorging shaft pressing against her bum, wriggling and squirming. My head dipped to hers and I muttered in her ear.

"You are such a horny hot piece of mischief. Last one there pays a forfeit." I jumped up and leaped over her while she struggled to get up, laughing and protesting at the same time.

At the bedroom door I turned to face her. She gave a low, dirty laugh and dropped to her knees. In seconds my cock was in her hot hands, getting stronger by the moment. She sniffed the length, then another low laugh as she turned her face side on and rested it on the bridge of her nose. It was still a little soft, falling onto her cheeks.

Mmm... I love to smell and taste both of us. Can this be my forfeit, sir?" She grinned, eyes hidden beneath my cock, now almost fully engorged and twitching slightly, still a bit sticky.

"Go on then, strumpet." I laughed. "Let's see what you can do."

She pulled me into her mouth, wet, pink and slightly swollen, then kept going, hypersalivating, the drool sluicing from the corners and over her bottom lip, beginning to spool from her chin. Her throat gagged for a moment when she took me to her uvula but she easily passed it this time. A low purr escaped from deep inside her.

My hands latched onto her hair and I held her head while I pumped steadily back and forth.

"Fuck... Louisa..."

gllg... gllg... gllg...

"You're getting... really good at this... ahh!"

gllggllggllg

"Have you been... unhh... practicing?"

sllk... gllg... gllk... ahh!

She slipped off me with a gasp and gulped down some air and saliva. "Urghh... ahh... Not with anyone else, sir... I'm your dirty little slut... but I do have a nice big toy." She smirked, her cheeks well flushed again. She gazed up at me, one hand squeezing the base of my cock, while the other slid up to cup and stroke my balls, then rub along the perineum. One finger began to tease the rim of my anus.

I shuddered and sighed. "I've got to warn you--if you do that too well, I'm either going to come far too soon, despite how hard you already made me come, or even more embarrassing, lose my erection for a while."

She stopped what she was doing and gave me a puzzled frown. "What? Why?"

"Maybe you haven't met with this yet, but not all erections last indefinitely, even when guys are really excited. And if they slacken, it doesn't mean you're not hitting the right spots or that the sex is over. If that happens to me, I have plenty of other ways to keep you happy. It certainly won't mean I'm not finding you totally fuckable. You are."

She tilted her head to one side, maintaining her skilful stroking and teasing. "That's something I wish I'd known before. There have been a couple of moments, with younger guys."

"I wouldn't mind betting they're a bit overwhelmed sometimes with just how fucking sexy you are. It could be a bit challenging for them."

"Well, that's too bad. I'm here with you, and I'm going to make sure you get whatever you need. I don't think the little man is going anywhere soon, though. Do you?" She smirked even more wilfully and pulled on her bottom lip with a lissome finger. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes... remember, I'm here to please you, your very own dirty fuckslut... mmm..."

She went at her task again with total devotion. Her gaze locked with mine once more, heedless of the tears forming from the frequent gagging, her face gradually a glorious mess just like last time. Had that only been four days ago?

Over the timeless minutes that followed my whole chest gradually filled with something huge and warm, until I felt like bursting. My brain fizzed and sparked, quite literally sending electric colours spiralling through my vision. She made me feel like a whole extra layer of sense existed. I wanted to give it all back to her, and at the same time I wanted to let her do what she seemed most intent on right now, to blow my balls right off.

I gripped her hair harder and pushed faster as the tightness finally gathered in my whole pelvis.

"Louisa... I'm going to... unhh..."

She broke for a second and gasped. "Yes! Do it! Spunk my face, you dirty fucker! Cum all over me, now... urghh... ughh... mmm... sllkslrpsllk... OHH!"

I held my cock in front of her open mouth, her dripping pink tongue extended as far as it would go. The initial agonised drops wrung from me like blood squeezed from a stone, then the first true stream shot from me in a long, thick rope, followed by more, the pulsations continuing long beyond the end of my hot, sticky tribute, at last reduced to dribbles.

She lapped at all of it eagerly, filling her mouth, running her fingers through the skeins that fell onto her face and tits, dragging them up to her lips and licking it all off with orgiastic gusto. Her eyes shone with mischievous delight.

"Your cum tastes so good, sir," she muttered thickly. She kept some in her mouth and played with it for a little while, showing it to me, letting it fall out of her mouth and scooping it back in again, giggling.

"You're a very dirty girl, Louisa," I gruffed. "Don't forget to clean all the rest off me, too."

Fuck--we hadn't even made it to the bedroom yet.

When she had finished licking all the remaining juice off me with leisurely sweeps of her pink tongue, she stood and folded her arms around my neck, eyes locked with mine yet again. We fell into a slow, lazy kiss, warm, wet and languid.

"You really don't mind the taste of your spunk, do you?" She ran a finger along my lip where a remnant had snagged, then took it to her tongue.

"I think I told you last time, I wouldn't ask someone to swallow something of mine that I wouldn't try for myself. You seem to like it. What do you make of the taste?"

"Mmm... it's a bit sort of savoury..." She swirled her tongue around her mouth for a couple of seconds. "I know all the descriptions say things like 'salty' and 'pungent' or whatever... It actually reminds me of oysters. I've only had them a few times, but with the slippery texture as well, I think it compares. Maybe that's why they say oysters are an aphrodisiac."

"I don't think either of us needs one of those right now. But I'll take the comparison--it's classy."

Reaching behind my back I opened the bedroom door and stepped backwards with her still fast in my arms, turning her round and kicking the door shut with my foot. Still kissing, I inched her to the bed, then threw her onto it.

She squealed and laughed, her legs flying apart, revealing her swollen pussy still in the soaked thong, her glistening sticky thighs, stockings and suspenders. Her hands moved to her remaining fastened blouse buttons.

"No," I ordered. "Don't touch your clothes."

With an expectant look, tinged with trepidation, she stared up at me. I reached down and unfastened the rest of the buttons slowly, then pulled the blouse down over her arms and tossed it aside. Her shelf bra unclipped easily and followed. I pushed her back and unfastened her skirt, relishing the rustle as it slipped down over her stockings. "That'll do."

She scooted up the white duvet cover to the deep pillows against the end of the bed frame. A brass antique-style frame, ideal for my dirty designs.

She put a finger against her lower lip with a troubled frown. "Wh-what are you going to do now... sir?"

"You'll see. Just wait a moment."

I opened the bedside cabinet and fished out some of my apparatus.

Her eyes widened when she saw the fluffy pink handcuffs, cord, nipple clamps and black satin blindfold.

"You still need to learn how to let go," I growled.

She nodded, chewing the corner of her bottom lip, eyes dark. Trepidation? Desire? Teasing? I guessed we'd soon find out.

Kneeling between her thighs, I grabbed her right wrist and snapped one cuff onto it, then took hold of the other wrist and brought both up to the top of the bed frame. Slipping the cuffs around the top rail, I attached the open end to the free wrist.

She wriggled and whimpered for a moment but accepted the restraint.

I crawled down the bed and took the cord, tying it to her left ankle not too tightly but just enough to prevent escape. I looped the cord around the bottom left bedknob, brought it across to the right, then went after her other ankle.

She squealed and threw it around as I tried to capture it. I stifled the desire to laugh. Sneaking a glance at her face I thought I detected more than a gleam of excitement there, maybe amusement as well. I soon caught her ankle and secured that one as well.

"You nasty bastard," she purred.

Finally, I took the blindfold and brought it to her head. "Be good now, Louisa." I tried my best to look severe.

She nodded and moaned as I slipped it over her eyes and made sure it was properly located. Her head moved from side to side as if seeking a chink of light, but it seemed a snug fit.

I stood at the side of the bed for a few seconds and stripped off. My erection had almost gone for now, although I hadn't shrunk completely back to non-aroused size. My eyes bathed in the beauty of her vulnerable form as she lay, twitching her hips and squirming, arching her back occasionally. I considered what to do, then moved closer.

Bending down my head, I brought my lips to her neck, stopping short and letting my hot breath play on the skin of her nape for a few seconds.

She shivered, and a little moan escaped her throat.

While I brought my lips to her neck, my hand closed on a nipple clamp and brought it over her nearest breast. I opened it and popped it on just at the same moment my tongue began to slide down her neck.

She gasped and gave a funny little squeak. Her hips rotated as much as they could, and the temptation to delve between her thighs had to be fought back.

Encouraged by her reactions, I attached the other clamp. A groan shuddered from low in her chest. "You fucker... unhh..."

My mouth and tongue returned to the slow quest. I slid up to her ear, slithering around the lobe for a few seconds, then down her cheek to her mouth, but when she tried to kiss me I kissed her nose then shifted to the other side for a repeat on her neck and ear.

Tracing the line of her collarbone with my lips, I drank in the warm, sweet, faintly woody musk of her skin. Taking my time with every ounce of my will, I found the effort paying off in ways I hadn't foreseen. A heightened sense of that smell, for one, staying so close to her skin. Almost like becoming intoxicated with it.

Louisa sighed and began to relax a little. Not wishing to disrupt her reactions this time, I continued to her breasts, tracing the curves all the way around with my tongue before homing in on the nipples, ignoring the clamps to nuzzle and probe any accessible part--they were very long and stiff now. She shivered and moaned by turns.

Her armpits came next. Her hair was just beginning to grow back from her last shave; I considered rebuking her but didn't have it in me at this point. So spellbound with the magic of discovering all the secret places and scents of her body, some verging on strong, some very subtle, the whole making my cock start to twitch again. Her moans and sighs were ramping up my own excitement to an almost excruciating extent. I visited her elbows, her wrists, fingertips, marking and claiming all.

Travelling on down at as slow a pace as I could manage, I took in her navel, her belly, her thighs, even behind her knees, and on to her ankles and feet before sliding my tongue all the way up her inside thighs, pushing my tongue at her anal rim a few times before coming to rest finally at her dripping sex. I sniffed all around it, loudly, and murmured my appreciation in my throat.

Louisa squirmed and thrust her hips urgently. "Ohh... please... don't deny me any more, don't tease me... make me come... I'm begging you. I can't take much more of this." She sounded genuinely on the edge of distress. It struck me then, denial probably wasn't really what had been going on between us, but simply prolonged edging. Maybe that's what most denial was. I decided I didn't care all that much, as long as she was happy.

I let out a groan of my own as I finally gave in and plunged my tongue inside her hot, throbbing hole. Her taste, smell of semen and her own juices mixed, and heat enveloped me, making my cock fully hard and twitch insistently. My fingers joined the fray, one hand attending to her clit and the whole of her vulva around and beneath, the other probing her anus and rubbing at the rim.

In seconds Louisa was pushing, jerky and trembling, at my mouth. Her breathing grew louder and deeper and her grunts and groans faster. "Oh fuck... yes... don't stop... please... unhh..."

I pushed two fingers inside her to take the place of my tongue, working her hard and fast. Her guttural obscenities and incoherent garbling grew more urgent. I moved to bring my mouth to hers, and shared the taste of both of us, a sense of desire building inside to a new height as our lips and tongues danced again in luscious delight.

When I returned to her thrusting cunt, it was the work of only a couple more minutes to finally bring her to the point of release. This time, I knelt up, using my fingers to maintain friction so that I could watch her come. Her face, already very flushed, darkened further along with her neck and upper chest. Her head drew back, mouth open as the cries became more guttural and sobs flew from her throat. Her torso shook and trembled, along with her legs. The most beautiful sight I'd witnessed for a very long time, one of her most ecstatic climaxes yet.

From my kneeling position it was easy to bring my rippling shaft to her gaping hole. I nudged it gently with the tip, and got a jerking spasm in response.

"Yes... yes... go on... don't stop!" Her hands tugged on the cuffs and she moaned her frustration at not being able to use them.

I pushed inside a pulsating, hot wet haven, clinging and contracting, bathing me in her juices, so swollen it almost felt like a different woman entirely. Setting up an easy rhythm, I ran my hands up and down the sides of her torso, then brought them across to her breasts. I pulled off the clamps to give me unfettered access, sinking my head to each yielding orb in turn.

"Jack... sir... mmm... keep doing that... unhh..."

Splch... skwsh... splch...

"Fuck... your cock... I'm fizzing... urghhh... Oh!"

"Do you like your reward, hmm? Am I doing it right for you?" With a grunt I began to fuck her harder.

Skwsh splch skwsh...

We murmured and groaned our abandonment to the pure joy of being lost in each other's bodies. Sights, sounds, smells, tastes... sans nothing. Fuck getting old. Our mouths meshed again and again in the search for total union.

Splchsplchsplchskwsh

Louisa found it even easier to come again this time. I had the impression she was constantly on the edge now, maybe experiencing one little tsunami after another, judging from the ripples, contractions, throbs and guttural groans of pleasure.

Filled with an almost beatific glow, I fucked on, until my erection at last began to wane.

"Ohh... aren't you going to cum for me?" She pouted and squirmed.

"I did warn you, " I whispered. "Don't worry. I'll have more for you. You've done more for me than you know."

I slid out with an audible wet noise. She giggled, then sighed. "That was so good. I didn't know sex could be like that. I mean, I asked you to help me, but I didn't expect...."

With a finger to her lips, I pulled up the blindfold and kissed her thoroughly messy eyes. The cuffs came off next.

She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into another deep kiss, breathing heavily. "Thank you."

"Thank you." I chuckled.

The cord finally removed, we stretched out on the bed and dozed off together for a while.

When we came to, I turned on my side to face her. "What d'you say we just put dressing gowns on and make some food? We can shower and dress later."

She grinned. "That sounds great."

I smiled back. "Come on." I rolled off the bed and fetched two dressing gowns from the wardrobe. I always keep a spare in case I have a guest.

She slipped it on. "It's huge!" She giggled, rolling up the sleeves.

"You'd look good in a binbag."

Five minutes later we were in the kitchen.

"Shall I be your, whatchamacallit?"

"Sous chef? Commis?"

"Commis. Oui."

"Tu parles français? J'ai grand envie de faire une partie de jambes en l'air avec toi, chérie."

She punched my arm. "Don't go getting all superior on me... wait... what's that? You want, um... a party of..." A grin lit her face. "Legs in the air with me? You dirty bugger."

"We can do that again too," I quipped.

I had her fetching ingredients and chopping up fresh dill.

"You make that look easy." She peered into the pan as I tossed the carnaroli rice in olive oil and butter with chives, then poured on a glass of white wine and boiled off the alcohol before adding a little stock and some saffron.

"That's because it is. Be prepared to stand over it and not let it dry up, add the stock a bit at a time. There's no special skill involved, just a basic understanding."

"Mmm. If you say so." The corner of her mouth gave a sceptical twist.

When the smoked salmon had gone in after the asparagus, I waited a minute then held out a forkful for her. She stepped up close and opened her mouth, wide, her eyes giving me that gamine stare that I realised would always make my cock twitch.

Her tongue extended slowly, glistening, pink, and swirled with deliberate circles while her gaze remained fixed. She slid the food into her mouth, chewed with the same intent, then swallowed, her eyes never once leaving mine. She smirked, licked her lips, then bent her head forward and pushed her tongue right into my mouth.

"Not bad," she breathed.

I chuckled. "Not at all bad."

Clearing my throat, I turned back to the pan. Two minutes later we sat at the table with our plates piled and a glass each of Burgundy.

"So." I gave her a lopsided grin. "Did you do anything interesting today?"

"Oh... not much. Mostly the usual. Fucked this older guy and got myself a bit messy. He's not so bad, really. What about you?"

"You know, same for me. This bratty girl who needs knocking into shape came over and I showed her a thing or two." We laughed and chinked glasses.

After concentrating on the food for a minute she looked up again. "What does it actually feel like for you, when you come?"

I smiled. "That's what I like about you, Louisa. You don't beat about the bush. What's it like? It's in the brain, they say, despite being so much about your groin. It builds inside my torso, like a feeling of heat and fullness, tension I guess. The blood seems to concentrate up around my throat and head. I often hear my pulse thumping on my ears."

"Mmm. Sounds powerful."

"It is. Then the feeling in my body suddenly becomes very intense, like I'm about to explode or something. The tension all focuses around my perineum and my pelvic floor goes nuclear, my cock expands another however much, and my brain fizzes like an out of body experience as my release blasts out of me. Deep throbs and pulsations. The very meaning of ecstasy--standing outside yourself. That's... I'm describing the kind of orgasms you give me. The best sex imaginable, not some half-baked climax from watching porn."

"I do?"

"Don't sound surprised. You need to understand how powerful you really are."

Her nostrils flared and her gaze grew tumescent again. "I'm beginning to believe it... but tell me, are all the orgasms you get with me like that, or is there a difference? Like, you know, with oral, or anal? Hard sex, or sensual?"

"Are you going to publish your findings?" I laughed.

"I might." She raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, well, I guess I'd say the key is the power dynamic, like it seems to be for you. In my case, if I feel in control of the pace, and I'm doing something really possessive, the release is so powerful and really heart-pounding, trying to hold back until the moment of no return. Sometimes I almost feel sick with the excitement, it can be that physically intense."

She smirked, but just nodded for me to continue.

"Then if I'm being controlled at all, like maybe when I'm being ridden, or being sucked off with a very slow sensual blowjob, tongue flicking at my frenulum and then holding back, it can end up feeling very tense, almost high anxiety, you could say, before the final relief. In either case the emotion can be intense, but that depends on how I feel about the person I'm making love to."

"I hope you feel a good connection with me."

"Believe it... Enough about me. What's it like for you?"

"I'm still learning, aren't I? When I asked you to take me and use me, I hoped to find out what my body could do. It's been fantastic so far. I think maybe all I had before were orgasms from playing with my own clit. I mean. I played inside myself too, toys as well as dildos, and I felt like maybe I could have more intense orgasms... but it didn't happen, and certainly not with boys."

"And now?"

Her eyes shone. "A lot of what you said applies to me. And I definitely get much more powerful orgasms with you. Whether it's just generally inside my pussy, or from my g spot, my cervix, whatever--I think it's hard to say yet, but it doesn't matter that much because... It's. Fucking. Great! All the tension, the heat, the tingling, the waves of release, the ecstacy... I hoped, but it's more than I ever imagined."

"I can't tell you how good that makes me feel. To be able to do that for you? I still find it hard to believe. I'm also amazed that you do those little squirts."

She did a double take. "I do what now?"

"You squirt, sometimes. I thought it was something of a myth, frankly. But you do, little milky spurts, not great gushes. A bit like a man's cum, but sweeter. Ladyspunk. There, that's a nice Anglo-Saxon hybrid for it. Then you usually climax soon after."

"You know, that's the thing... when I get really excited, I find with you, anyway, I'm sweating, shaking, my hairs are standing on end, I don't know whether to shout or cry, and find myself doing a bit of both... Other stuff going on down there amidst all the tingling and throbbing and pulsing? I thought I was just getting incredibly wet."

"It seems to happen before your bigger orgasms, when your eyes roll back in your head."

She giggled. "And I drool."

"And sound like a rutting pig."

She gave me a playful thump on the shoulder.

"Careful..." I couldn't follow the admonition with anything more severe than a grin. "I didn't know I could have such a powerful effect."

"Well, you just remember," she growled. "Because I want a lot more."

"Talking of more, strawberries and cream?"

"Mmm... sounds wonderful."

We piled the dishes in the sink and I told her to sit back down while I brought out the dessert.

When I turned back to the table, she was sitting on the edge of it, her dressing gown dropped to the floor, her thighs wide apart along the edge of the table.

"Fuck," I muttered. "No meringues for Eton Mess, so I guess it'll have to be Louisa Mess."

She smirked and giggled, then leaned back on one hand while the other spread her labia wide with two fingers, revealing the now somewhat red but very wet opening.

Putting down the dish by her side, I drew a strawberry from the bowl, covered in cream, and brought it to her left nipple. I smeared the cream all over it and then bent my head to lick it off, a tiny bit at a time, using both my tongue and teeth to tease the nipple to full hardness. She shivered and let out a gasp.

I brought the strawberry up to her lips and teased her mouth with it, until she slid out her tongue and drew it inside. I followed it with my mouth. We kissed while she ate it, until we were both eating it.

After a repeat on the other nipple I dropped down between her thighs and brought the next one right up to her reeking hot cunt, sliding it up and down the slippery folds, smearing her with cream, then licking it off. I pushed my tongue inside as far as I could, sliding it round and round and plunging in and out while I rubbed her clit with the strawberry.

"Fuck me... sir," she hissed.

My cock back to strength, I stood between her thighs and pushed inside hard. My tongue followed suit with her mouth and I grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands, thrusting back and forth hard enough to make the table shake and wobble.

She giggled and whimpered by turns as we threatened to bring destruction on the old table. The funny side got the better of both of us, and after all the sex, food and dessert-sex, we lost the moment and came to a halt, clinging on to each other. We were both breathing very hard and trying to stifle laughter, which in the end won out. After shaking and laughing she began hiccuping, and that only served to redouble the laughing and giggling.

Eventually we calmed and stood, exchanging a slow, languorous kiss, my hands on her waist, hers crossed behind my neck. A pose I felt I could have kept up all night. It was so good I suggested we take it to the living room, where we resumed it and made out, naked, in a slow dance to an album of 'erection section' disco numbers on the wifi speaker.

Exhaustion caught up with us then and we sat on the sofa. Before either of us knew it, we had fallen asleep.

It was much later when we woke.

"Oh, shit--I'd better get cleaned up and get going." She stood and pulled me to my feet.

We headed up to the shower, where she willingly accepted the cold finish this time. She got her revenge for the first time, flicking my bum with the end of her towel and then inflicting the same punishment on my cock when I turned to grab it.

I pulled her into a hard kiss. "You'll regret that... I won't forget."

She bit her lip and dropped her eyes, and though I knew she feigned apprehension this time, I felt the twitch again. What had she done to me?

Five minutes later we had dressed and stood in the hall, ready to part for the night.

Looking up beneath her lashes, she smirked. "I'll be back to... clean up for you, on Friday, sir..."

I stared at her for a second, then grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. Our tongues were slithering wetly again in no time, mouths devouring each other, our breathing fast and deep.

She struggled to push off her jeans as fast as she could, while I did the same with my jog bottoms. Her thong followed along with my boxers.

My hands pushed up beneath her blouse. Turning sideways, she used the wall to keep her balance with one hand and lifted one leg up, bent, putting her foot on the hall table on the opposite side. While we kissed feverishly and my hands kneaded her breasts, she pulled my cock towards her slippery folds with her free hand. I pushed right up inside with a deep grunt, then began to rut like a buck in season.

"You sexy little whore," I muttered. "You can't get enough, huh?"

She panted. "Fucking right... uhh... I'm your little fuckstress... give it to me... shove it right up in my hot.. unhh... cunt... ohh!"

It had to be fast or nothing, but that seemed to be what she wanted, too. We were both still in a state of semi-arousal from everything we had done during and after eating, so it came as the climax of a kind of prolonged foreplay, acted in parts.

Her free hand drew my head to hers and our mouths slithered around in the most licentious kisses imaginable. The tension grew tighter and faster, breath rasping and fast, sex sucking on sex, bodies slapping audibly.

We came together. Arched and groaning, grabbing on tight to anything we could, hair, flesh... the release was massive, not of my cum because she'd already had most of what I could hope to give up over the last hours, but every bit as powerful as any orgasm could be. We clung together, shaking, for minutes, until our breathing slowed and we felt able to separate and stand without collapsing.

After we dressed she turned to me before leaving. "Thank you for a fantastic evening... I don't think I'll ever forget it."

"I'm abso-fucking-lutely sure I never will," I muttered, pulling her to me for one final goodnight kiss.

She slipped out of the door with her gamine smirk and a wink.

My cock, never one to admit defeat, gamely acknowledged her with a feeble twitch. I watched her get in her car and drive away. We waved as she went.