Wild Room Key

This story follows on from previous chapters concerning the adventures of Evelyne (a 25yr old sales exec for a high-end publisher, who is discovering BDSM), her boyfriend Mark (senior partner in a Brighton law firm in his mid 30's) and Evelyne's best friend Suzy, a fashion model. Best to read them in order, but if you haven't the time, this story can stand alone.

Autumn 2024.

Friday evening at around 9o/c there is a ring at the door, Mark goes to open it. Jenny is standing on the doorstep; she looks up at him nervously.

"Hello Jenny, lovely to see you, come in."

He closes the door behind her, then takes her by the shoulders, pulls her towards him and kisses her.

"You look gorgeous." He tells her, and she really does, she is wearing tight jeans and a bomber jacket over a close-fitting white sweater that shows off her curvy body to advantage.

Mark leads her to the sitting room, pours two gin and tonics and goes to sit in one of the big armchairs. "Come and sit with me."

Jenny takes off the jacket, settles herself onto his lap and sips her drink. She is very pretty, petite, just 1m55 (5'1") or so, a slim but curvy figure, her long blond hair in a pony tail.

He thinks back to their first BDSM encounter a week ago. They had had sex in a threesome with Evelyne and, because she was only 18 and very inexperienced, Mark had treated her fairly gently. He had tied her to a table but had not hurt her. Recalling the sight of her lovely butt pushed out provocatively he feels a surge of desire. He wants her, urgently.

Mark turns her head to look into her eyes and says, "You remember what I told you as you were leaving last week?"

Jenny breaks eye contact and looks down before answering. "Yes, I do." She feels a surge of excitement and also of fear. He had told her clearly that he would not go easy on her as a novice a second time. If she came back, she should expect to be beaten.

"Are you really sure that you are up for this?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure, I'm really want this."

Still holding her by the jaw, he leans in and kisses her, long and slow, his tongue exploring her mouth. When he breaks off, she is panting, her eyes are wide with desire, she can feel his dick hardening under her thigh. She gulps down the remains of her drink and looks at him expectantly.

Mark nods and they get up out of the chair. He takes her hand and leads her down the hall and into the playroom. He closes and locks the heavy door behind them.

The room is mostly dark, but in the middle of the room, lit by a faint glow, Jenny can see a sort of padded table, about the size of a small double bed but higher. There are a number of solid looking iron rings set into the edges of the table and a large cylindrical cushion in the middle. Beside the table is a small stand with a selection of floggers, riding crops and other toys. The room smells of wood and leather, a bit like a luxury car. Jenny notices that sounds are deadened too, it is very soundproof.

"Take off your jeans and the sweater," he orders, "but leave the bra, I want to do that myself. Oh, and put your shoes back on, the heels lengthen your legs, I like that." In the heavily sound proofed room his voice is different, somehow flat, with no echo at all.

She places the clothes on a chair and walks back to him in her bra and a string. Her perfect body is curvy, but sporty, not an ounce of fat.

Mark takes her by the shoulders, turns her to face away from him and unfastens her bra. He pushes the straps off her shoulders and as the bra falls to the floor in front of her, he squeezes her gorgeous D cup breasts. He can feel her trembling a bit and she shudders when he leans forward and slowly bites her neck. He rolls her nipples between finger and thumb, gently at first, then steadily increases the pressure.

Jenny leans back against him, she can feel his dick hard against her butt. She loves the feel of his hands on her breasts and the pressure on her nipples. She moans softly, slowly rubbing her butt against him, she is enjoying letting go, giving up control.

"Harder please Mark."

He squeezes harder and she cries out relishing the pain and wanting more, disappointed when he stops.

"Take off the string, then turn around a couple of times so I can get a good look at you." He orders, then stands back to watch her and to take in her delicious body. She is so petite, it makes her seem very vulnerable. Mark admires her slim waist and how she moves her softly rounded hips, imagining her strapped down on the table with her butt pushed up invitingly. He is so hard he thinks he may burst his trousers. He picks up a riding whip and slaps one of her nipples with the leather flap on the end.

Jenny gasps, it stings. She looks down and sees a red mark on her breast. When she looks up, she catches the burning look in his eyes and feels both excited and a bit afraid, her pulse is racing. He slaps the other nipple.

Mark hands her four padded cuffs. "Put these on your ankles and wrists and buckle them tightly."

She crouches to fit the cuffs on her ankles, then stands up and holds out her arms. Her hands are shaking a bit. "Is that right?" she asks him, her voice a bit unsteady.

"Show me." He checks the buckles are all tight, then turns her around to face the table. "Yes, that's good, now go and lean over the table."

She does as ordered and stretches out her arms and legs, letting her upper body settle comfortably down onto the padding with her hips positioned over the edge which pushes her butt up and back provocatively. She shudders inwardly. The feeling of letting go completely, of offering herself unreservedly for whatever this man wants to do with her is terrifying, but incredibly exciting.

Mark now runs one hand down the side of her leg and, pushing it out to the side, he uses an adjustable strap to attach the D ring on the ankle cuff to the table leg. He does the same to the other leg and adjusts the straps so that her legs are widely spread. As he stands up, he runs a hand up the inside of her leg and briefly touches her pussy.

She tenses and whispers "Touch me again Mark." She is dripping wet.

He ignores her and turns to her wrists which he attaches to the far side of the table, stretching her upper body across the padded top.

"Please Mark, touch me again."

Her grabs her hair and roughly turns her head to face him. "Same rules as before, you speak only when you are spoken to." He reminds her. "Now see if you can move around a bit." He watches closely while she wriggles around and then tightens the straps holding her wrists to stretch her out more tightly, limiting her movement.

Mark takes his time, enjoying the moment and soaking up the sight of the beautiful girl, frightened but excited, totally submissive, so wanting to please him. He takes off his shirt and his shoes and socks and goes to stand beside her. One hand either side of her neck, he starts to massage her shoulders, loosening up the tense muscles. After a couple of minutes, he can feel she has relaxed and, one hand on her neck, he runs the other hand down her back and strokes her butt. She pushes her hips up and back as much as she can, inviting his hand. He presses down hard on her neck with his right hand, pinning her to the table, while his left hand explores her very wet pussy and then her anus. There is now a definite smell of sex mingled with her perfume and the scent of wood and leather in the room.

Jenny moans softly and even though she can't really move much, pushes her legs outwards to give him more access and wags her butt slowly from side to side. She is red hot with desire, she wants him to fuck her right now, but Mark has other ideas.

Keeping one hand on her neck he picks up a flogger with soft leather strands and swings it quite hard across her butt. She gasps and tenses. She knows that her butt is presented like a target and his hand holding her neck down firmly onto the table somehow makes her feel even more vulnerable.

He swipes her butt slowly but steadily with the flogger, pausing after each group of three or four strokes to caress her butt and briefly finger her pussy for a few seconds. By the time he has struck her a dozen or so times her butt starts to glow pinky-red. Jenny does not mind the flogger, it is not exactly painful, though her butt is throbbing, the steady gentle slaps have made it very sensitive. She squirms about a bit, settling herself more comfortably on the table. She is breathing heavily; she desperately wants him to fuck her.

So why is Jenny at Mark's apartment and not Evelyne? To understand that we need to go back a couple of days.

Evelyne is on the train back to Brighton early evening on Wednesday after a busy day in Lindon. Her phone buzzes, it's Suzy, her best friend.

"Hi Suzy, how are you?"

"Fine Evey, you too? Good. Now I'm calling about your birthday, you said you'd leave the party to me right? Well, I've organised a dinner party at a nice restaurant for you and few friends, Mark too of course."

"Sounds great, which day?"

"On your birthday of course, Saturday 26th."

"But Suzy, you said you were going to be in Milan for a fashion shoot."

"I am going to be in Milan, and the restaurant is in Milan too," she laughs, "that's why Mark has booked flights and a fancy hotel. You fly out on Friday morning and back on Sunday afternoon."

"What! That's amazing! Suzy I love you!"

"There's more, but Mark will tell you all about it later. Now, must go, I'm still working. This photo shoot has over-run. Talk to you soon."

Evelyne is too excited to go home and change, she heads directly to Mark's apartment in Regency Square, hoping that he is already home.

Mark answers the door with a huge grin on his face. "Hi darling, come on in, I suppose you have been talking to Suzy."

"Yes, what's all this about Milan?"

"Just something we cooked up together for your birthday. It was Suzy's idea. We are going to make a weekend of it. We fly out Friday morning and back on Sunday late afternoon. Anne and Paul are coming too. Suzy has arranged a dinner party at a fancy restaurant on the Saturday evening of your birthday. Oh, and I've got tickets for the Opera on Friday evening. Der Rosenkavalier at La Scala."

"Wow, thank you Mark, what a fantastic present." She kisses him hungrily.

Mark squeezes her against him, both hands on her butt. She can feel him getting hard, so she breaks off, takes him by the hand and leads him to the bedroom where she takes off her business suit and blouse and then starts to undress him. Less than a minute after she rang the doorbell, they are in bed.

After, when they are getting their breath back, Suzy tells him about her day and mentions that she has to go to Edinburg to see a client on Friday and will be staying the night in Scotland, so she won't see him in the evening.

"I'm booked on the first flight back to Gatwick on Saturday morning so I'll see you for lunch if that's OK."

"Yes, sure. Scotland this Friday, Milan next Friday, quite the traveller Evey! Now are you ready for some food? I've not prepared anything because I wasn't sure when you'd arrive. Let's go out to eat. What do you fancy?"

At the office the following day Evelyne is finalising her trip to Scotland.

"I won't be in at all on Friday," she tells Jenny, the office junior, "so I'll see you on Monday. Keep me up to date by SMS if there's anything you think I need to know, OK?"

"Sure, no problem Evey." Jenny signals with a look towards the toilets that she wants to talk privately. Evelyne heads for the toilets straight away and Jenny follows a couple of minutes later. There's no one else there.

"I wanted to ask you if it's OK for me to keep Mark company on Friday night." Jenny asks her. Evelyne smiles, she had wondered how it would play out because, a bit against her better judgement, she had invited Jenny to a sexy threesome with Mark the previous week. Jenny had had her first taste of BDSM and had loved it.

"You'd better ask him," she tells her, "I don't keep his calendar."

"Well, if you're sure..."

Evelyne can see that Jenny really wants her approval, but she won't give it. She is OK with it, but doesn't want to encourage her either. "You must do what you want. It's not for me to decide." She looks round to check that they are still alone and kisses Jenny fondly. "See you on Monday."

Back to the present in Mark's playroom...

Just to remind you : Jenny is standing naked, leaning across a table top. She is tied down firmly and he has been gently warming her up with a flogger. Her butt is glowing pinky-red, she is breathing heavily; she desperately wants him to fuck her.

Mark continues to swing the flogger across her lovely little round butt. It wobbles a bit when he hits her. It looks so pretty, so sexy, he thinks, and tries to imagine what it will look like when he beats her really hard later, as he fully intends to do.

When he feels she is ready, Mark moves to stand directly behind her and swings the flogger gently up between her legs. Jenny gasps. Not in pain, the soft leather thongs do not really hurt, but more in surprise, shock even. She feels a tingling sensation in her pussy, she wants more. He repeats the stroke, but quite a bit harder this time. Jenny moans, pushes her butt out and tries to spread her legs even wider. Another ten or so strokes follow, a couple of seconds between each one. The steady slaps on her pussy excite her, they make her feel totally vulnerable and she is soon quite close to coming.

She moans softly and whispers. "Please fuck me, Mark."

Mark ignores her and continues to slap her pussy with the flogger for another minute or two.

By this time Jenny is very close to coming, she has let go totally, her body softly moulded to the table, her senses saturated by the steady rhythm of the flogger. She is in a tiny private world, aware only of her body, the flogger and her urgent need for sexual release.

Mark is so horny, he simply can't wait any longer. He steps quickly out of his trousers, stands between her legs and plunges his dick into her dripping pussy. He thrusts powerfully, pulling on her hips to penetrate as deeply as possible and it takes only a few seconds before she comes. She cries out for joy, her body rigid, her legs shaking. The powerful orgasm lasts several seconds before she slumps back limp on the table, panting quietly as she gets her breath back.

He allows her a few seconds to recover, then resumes thrusting, slowly at first then speeding up as he feels his own orgasm building. Before he can come, he feels her tense up, she whispers, "Oh, god, I'm going to come again." Jenny's second orgasm is even stronger than the first, her legs tremble and she squirts down his legs, her fists clenching and unclenching and her pussy clamping down tightly on his dick. She was already very tight and hot, but when she comes and her pussy clamps down on his dick it pushes Mark over the edge and he comes too, groaning loudly and pumping jet after jet into her for several seconds. He collapses on top of her, all tension gone from both of them.

Mark stays on top of her for a minute or so while he gets his breath back, then, when he feels her stir underneath him, he takes his weight on his elbows and bends to kiss and nibble the nape of her neck.

"Mmmm, that was so good, you were delicious." He tells her.

"Oh, God, yes. I've never come so hard before, I'm totally limp, totally relaxed, I don't think I've got any bones left in my body. That was wonderful Mark."

"Great, I'm so pleased you had a good time. I'm looking forward to round two when I've recovered enough in an hour or so. How about you?"

"Round two? Mmmm, lovely, but could you untie me for now; I need to stretch my legs?"

"OK." He un-fastens the straps holding her wrists and ankles and she straightens up; her legs are a bit wobbly. She takes a few steps across the room, then turns and walks back to him. Mark watches her, loving the sight of her gorgeous body and the red marks on her butt.

"Mmm, that's better." She looks up at him, "Now what were you saying about 'round two'?"

The look in her eyes is somehow both submissive and challenging and he feels a powerful urge to beat her really hard right now, to make her scream. However, he gets a grip on himself and decides to slow down, it will be even better if he waits until he has fully recovered from such a powerful orgasm. He grips her head firmly, his hand under her jaw and kisses her hard. Looking directly into her eyes he tells her. "Take your shoes off and go and lie down on the table on your stomach." She looks up at him quizzically. "Go on, get up on the table."

She nods, climbs up onto the table and lies down with the thick cylindrical cushion under her hips pushing her butt up invitingly. Mark pulls her arms out straight and fastens her wrist cuffs to the corners of the table. He gently fondles her pretty, round, now rather red, butt and then runs his hand down her legs to her ankles and spreads her legs wide, clipping the straps on the ankle cuffs to the other corners of the table. He tightens the straps stretching her body tightly across the padded top.

Mark heads for the door. He turns for another look; she is so gorgeous and so vulnerable stretched out like that. "Now I'm going to get myself a drink and perhaps a sandwich and I'll see you in an hour or so."

"But..." She tails off when she hears the door close behind him.

At first Jenny is a bit panicked. "What if he leaves me here for hours? What if I need to pee?" But then she makes herself relax, she is, after all, quite comfortable, and she starts to wonder what he is planning. Her fantasies range from sexy to terrifying, but she is fairly sure that he is not dangerous, he does not want to really hurt her, he just wants 'interesting sex'. She dozes off about ten minutes later while wondering whether he will want to do anal.

Mark goes briefly to the bathroom to clean up, then goes to the sitting room, pours himself a whisky and settles into his favourite armchair to doze for a few minutes. He sets an alarm for an hour and a half, just in case. The alarm wakes him. He looks at his watch. Good, that should have got her worried, he thinks. He walks down the hall to the playroom and very quietly opens the door, he can hear steady breathing, Jenny is asleep. The room smells of her perfume mixed with the earthy smell of a wet pussy.

Taking a dispenser of lube, he moves quietly to her side and drips a little into the crease between her buttocks. Her breathing changes a little, she has half felt it, perhaps because it's a bit cold, but she does not wake fully. He drips a bit more onto her and then, very gently starts to massage it around and into her anus.

She stirs, sighs softly and lifts her hips a little in a languid, relaxed sort of motion. "Mmmm, that's nice." She whispers.

Mark leans forward and nibbles her ear, then kisses her neck. He smiles to himself, thinking how pretty she is and how gorgeous her curvy body. He slips one fingertip gently into her anus and moves it around a little to loosen her up. She purrs happily. Her first anal had been with Mark just a week or so ago and she had quite liked it. With help from his fingers on her clit, she had come really hard.

He is being very loving and gentle with her and she is feeling comfortably sexy and quite relaxed so it comes as a total shock when he asks her, "Have you ever thought about a real beating? Not just playing around like earlier, but hard, very hard. Hard enough to really hurt you. How does that make you feel?"

Her heart misses a beat, she shudders, suddenly very afraid. "You're frightening me, Mark."

He picks up a long springy riding whip and swishes it back and forth a couple of times so that she can see it and hear it.
"I bet you have fantasised about it, about being beaten hard. I bet you found it exciting; you brought yourself off with a vibrator just thinking about it didn't you?"

He's guessed right of course, Jenny remembers doing exactly that, how she felt incredibly excited when she masturbated while imaging being caned before rough sex, but she is frightened and says, "No, I'm really scared, let me go." Mark is not fooled; he can hear the longing in her voice.

He touches her pussy and finds her dripping wet. She presses back against his fingers involuntarily. She is trembling a little.

"Being scared is part of it, the fear is exciting. It turns you on, doesn't it?" Mark takes hold of her neck and turns her head so that he can look directly into her eyes. "You have fantasised about it haven't you?"

She blushes and looks down. "Yes, I have." Her own voice sounds strange to her; she can barely breathe she is so excited and also very afraid. The air is charged with pheromones.

He strokes her butt with the riding whip. "You want this, don't you Jenny?"

There is tense silence for a moment, the atmosphere is electric. She struggles with herself, feeling a strange tingling in her pussy, and finally whispers, "I'm so scared, but, yes, I do want it." She is trembling a lot more now.

"Are you really sure?" Mark does not want there to be any doubt.

Suddenly angry, she shouts at him. "Don't make me beg you bastard, just do it!" She twists her head sharply away, not wanting to meet his eyes, and pushes her butt up as far as she can. The tension is palpable, her pulse is racing, she holds her breath, dreading, but also wanting the pain.

Mark smiles and stokes her pretty little, firm, round butt with his hand, she is shaking with fear and anticipation - God that is such a turn-on. He traces a line from the back of her neck to her butt with the tip of the riding crop then lines it up across the middle her buttocks. He pauses for a second or two to let her anticipate the blow, then grips the back of her neck, pinning her head to the table. Mark's hand pressing down on her neck makes Jenny feel even more vulnerable, she can hardly breathe and it excites her; she braces herself for the blow.

He raises the crop and brings it down fast and hard. Thwack!

She hears the swish and the thwack a split second before the searing pain surges through her forcing a yell through her clenched teeth.

"Fuck, that hurts!" She twists and pulls against the restraints, but she can only move a couple of centimetres.

"Be quiet!"

He waits a few seconds before striking her again, a bit lower on her butt, at least as hard as the first one, possibly a bit harder. She is more prepared the second time and does not cry out but tenses, clenching her fists and biting her lip, trying to control herself against the savage pain. There is a clear red stripe visible from the first blow. The third and fourth follow with pauses of just a few seconds between.

Jenny gives herself up to the feeling of complete submission, it excites her. The pain excites her too, but she had never imagined pain as intense as this, she is shaking, panting, trying to control her breathing. She tenses, waiting for the next impact, this is more exciting than anything she has ever experienced before, she has fantasised about this so many times.

After the sixth blow, Mark pauses and checks that he is not breaking the skin, first gently caressing the red stripes and then slipping two fingers into her dripping pussy.

She moans softly and grips his fingers, willing him to fuck her, but he has not finished.

He steps back and aims the next blow to land across the tops of her thighs, much more sensitive than her butt. She screams, twisting and pulling at the restraints, trying to escape. Mark waits a few seconds for her to stop thrashing about and to control her breathing a bit, then strikes her again in the same spot. She screams again and writhes against the padded surface, panting. Beads of sweat are forming on her back and shoulders.

He pauses for a moment and looks into her eyes, questioning, will she beg him to stop?

She won't meet his gaze, she looks down and gasps, "Don't stop..." Her voice is hoarse.

He hits her twice more, then waits for her to calm down a little before starting to massage some lube around and into her anus. She welcomes his fingers, in fact the sphincter is not very tight at all, he can easily slip a finger in quite deeply. He works on her for a few moments until he can easily slip two fingers in. She is moaning softly, still panting but her breathing has slowed a bit.

When he thinks she has relaxed enough and is not expecting it, he picks up the riding whip and hits her several more times. This time she does not scream, but she jerks at each impact, struggling to get her breath.

Of course it's not a fair contest, he can keep this up for as long as it takes and, eventually, Jenny just groans and lets go, every muscle loose, she can't maintain control of her body anymore. She collapses down onto the cushion and the table top, totally limp, she is sobbing, bathed in sweat, struggling to get her breath. She no longer has a will of her own.

Mark recognises her change of posture and breathing. This is where he wanted to take her. He puts down the riding crop, and gets up onto the table to kneel between her legs.

"Yes, now." She whispers.

He presses the head of his dick against the little puckered entrance with a squirt of lube and pushes hard, sliding quite deeply into her on the first thrust. The sensation is electric, wonderful, she is so tight and hot he is afraid he will come too quickly.

Jenny moans softly, his thrusting dick hurts like hell but she welcomes it. Mark slips a hand between her hip and the cushion, his fingers on her clit. She gasps, the pain from the beating, his dick in her butt and now steady, firm, massage on her clit, she is overwhelmed by sensations more intense than anything she has ever experienced. She squirms under him, panting, using her knees and elbows to push back against him so that he can penetrate even deeper and soon cries out, "Oh God, I'm coming." She tenses, pushes back against him and grips his dick in her butt, panting harder and moaning, she comes hard, her whole body trembling violently.

Mark hardly pauses, continuing to thrust deep and hard. He knows he is hurting her, but he does not care, he just needs to come and after a couple of minutes he does, using all his weight against her butt to push in really deep, the full length of his dick. Jenny squirms underneath him and gasps as he pumps his second load of the evening into her in three or four bursts over several seconds. He flops down on top of her body, now limp and unresisting, to get his breath back.

When he gets up, he fetches a warm, wet towel and wipes her butt and between her legs before un-fastening her wrists and ankles. Jenny slides off the table and stands up unsteadily. She leans against him, her arms around his waist. She is still trembling and he sees that she is crying too.

"That was incredible, not knowing what was going to happen next, if you were going to hit me or fuck me." She sobs. "You can't imagine how many times I've fantasised about being beaten. I've never experienced anything so exciting and I've never come like that before."

She looks up into his eyes. "I didn't think a riding whip could hurt that much but I'm crying with relief, I've wanted that so much for so long."

He picks her up and carries her to the shower where he washes her. She makes a half-hearted effort to wash him too, but she is still crying and trembling too much to concentrate.

"You can't go home like this." Mark tells her while drying her carefully with a big fluffy towel. "You can sleep with me or stay in the spare room if you want."

"With you please." She drops to her knees and starts to suck him.

To his surprise he is quickly hard again. He carries her to the bedroom and stretches out on his back. "Your turn, I've done all the work so far."

She kneels astride him, lowers herself onto his dick and rides him slowly but deeply, her lovely breasts swinging gently. Mark reaches up and fondles her nipples. It takes them both quite a while to come, it is, after all, the third time that night, but Jenny keeps riding until they do. Not a dramatic orgasm this time, but warm and satisfying.

Afterwards, she stretches out next to him and they kiss softly.

"You are amazing Jenny; I had a wonderful time. Seeing you stretched out, tied down, wanting me to be rough with you was the most incredible turn-on, I nearly came in my pants. I consider myself so fortunate to have met you and to have sex with you." He pauses to choose his words carefully.

"This may sound odd after I have just beaten your pretty little butt with a riding crop, but I'm worried that I might hurt you, not physically obviously, but emotionally. Although we only met a couple of weeks ago, you are already precious to me, and it's important that we both know where we stand. Sex with you is just amazing, I want more, but Evelyne is my partner and that's not negotiable. Fortunately, she is very broad minded, not a bit jealous, and we can meet for sex from time to time if you want, just us two or all three if you like, but you cannot be my partner the way she is, not ever."

"I know that, I respect Evelyne, I just want good sex. I'm young, I need to stay free, to experiment a bit. You excite me, sex with you is fantastic Mark, but I don't want a permanent relationship - I want excitement, I want variety."

"Good, I hoped you would understand. Now, let's get some sleep." Relieved, he kisses her again, then turns on his side and is soon asleep.

Jenny, however, is far too excited to sleep, she replays the evening in her mind, especially the pain of the riding whip. Remembering how the feeling of complete submission had been so deeply satisfying, she rubs hard at the stripes on her bruised, burning, butt to re-kindle the pain and starts to feel horny again. She finally drops off to sleep after coming one more time, masturbating with one hand while rubbing hard at her stinging stripes with the other.

They are woken by the room flooding with sunlight. Evelyne, back from her business trip, has let herself in and opened the curtains.

"You two look cozy, but it's time for coffee and croissants."

"Good morning darling. Croissants, mmm, you are a miracle worker." Mark tells her. He swings his legs to the floor and goes to kiss her. "Was it a successful trip?"

"Yes, I'll tell you all about it over breakfast." Evelyne pulls the covers off Jenny who is still half asleep. "Wow, those are pretty little stripes and bruises. You are going to be stiff as hell when you get up. Was it good?"

"Oh, God, yes Evey, the most exciting experience of my life." Jenny answers, then hastily adds. "You're sure you don't mind?"

"No, I'm quite happy for you to keep him out of trouble when I'm away." She laughs and then leaves them to get dressed and goes to make the coffee.

In fact Evelyne's trip had gone very well. Her flight out was on-time, no problems and she went straight to the meeting. The client is a new, rather dynamic, advertising agency, representing a company making top quality, traditional Scottish clothing : skirts, kilts, sweaters, that sort of thing. They want to target upper class and wealthy middle-class purchasers, mainly women, and Evelyne's magazine is exactly right for them. She hoped to get them sign the deal on the spot, and they did!

"I presented the magazine and our circulation profiles to their team in the morning, had lunch with their MD and the account exec, then went back to their office to finalise the deal. It was all wrapped up by 4o/c."

"Well done Evey!" Mark is delighted for her. So is Jenny, who had made the travel arrangements for her and is pleased that it went well.

"I took advantage of the late afternoon sun to visit Princes Street and the castle, then went back to the hotel to change. I'd invited the account exec, Andrew, to dinner at the hotel. He's quite young, about 30 I'd guess, and clearly on the way up. A good negotiator. Definitely a contact to hang on to."

What she does not tell them is that, after dinner, they had had chatted over a brandy in the lounge and they had really warmed to each other. Evelyne had decided that she wanted to have sex with him. After all, the contract was already signed, so it wasn't unethical. When Andrew stood up to leave, around 10o/c, she had taken him by the hand and steered him to the lift. As soon as the doors closed, she had kissed him and gently squeezed his balls. He had not needed any further persuasion.

Friday evening in Edinburgh.

When Evelyne and Andrew get to her room she kisses him again, takes off his jacket, removes his tie and tells him to sit and wait while she goes to the bathroom to change. She rapidly strips everything off and puts on her high heel slippers and a white negligée that she ties with a bow. She walks back to him moving slowly and elegantly as Suzy had taught her, pulls him to his feet and leans against him to kiss him again. It is a long, smoochy kiss with her arms around his neck. Although Andrew is close to 6', in her heels she is almost as tall as he is.

As they break off, he steps back a pace to admire her lovely body.

"Undo the bow for me," he asks, "then turn around a couple of times so I can get a good look at you."

Evelyne unties the bow and turns around twice before letting it slip to the ground, then turns around a couple more times. She is of medium height, slim but athletic with beautiful firm C cup breasts above a slender waist and softly rounded hips. Her long, slim legs are quite well muscled - she plays a lot of tennis.

Andrew can't believe his luck. She is beautiful, big brown eyes above high cheek bones, a wide mouth with full lips all framed in a bob of short dark hair. He had been attracted to her from the moment she had walked into the conference room that morning, but her rather formal trouser suit had disguised her figure. "Wow, what a gorgeous body," Andrew tells her, "I'm an unashamed breasts man and you've just made my day."

"I'm glad you like it," she laughs, "but now it's my turn to get a good look at you." She unbuttons his shirt, liking his muscular build and his solid looking 6 pack. She drops to her knees and opens his belt and trousers, takes out a good-sized dick, already half hard.

"Mmm, that's wonderful." He tells her when she sucks him. He is discovering that she is exceptionally good at this. After a minute or so, Andrew steps out of his trousers and boxers, picks her up, seemingly effortlessly, and carries her to the bed. He kneels between her legs and takes one lovely breast in each hand, licking and sucking her nipples.

"Bite me." She tells him, and when he nibbles her nipples, she adds. "No harder, much harder."

He licks and kisses down her belly, then shuffles back a bit and lifts her legs, bending her knees back against her body. His tongue separates her prominent pussy lips and finds her clit. He licks and sucks gently.

"Oh, yes, like that, but harder." Evelyne is loving this, she pushes her hips up to meet his mouth, increasing the contact. A minute or two of this and she feels an orgasm starting to build up.

Andrew senses it too and slips his rock-hard dick into her pussy. She is dripping wet and so hot, "Oh God that's wonderful." He whispers.

"Mmmm yes, but deeper, harder, I'm not fragile." Evelyne reaches behind her and grabs a pillow which she pushes under her hips, raising her body off the mattress so that he can penetrate deeper.

He speeds up, thrusting deep and withdrawing almost all the way before thrusting back in hard, his body slapping against her buttocks. A few moments later she cries out, "Harder, I'm coming." Andrew speeds up even more and uses all his weight to push deep into her. She shudders and tenses, her legs shaking with the power of the orgasm.

Andrew rolls off her and lies beside her while she gets her breath back.

"Wow, that was a big one," she tells him, "but now it's your turn." She gets to her knees and turns around so that she can take him into her mouth. She sucks powerfully, sometimes flicking her tongue around the head of his dick, sometimes taking him deep into her mouth.

She really is exceptionally good at giving head and Andrew quickly realises that he won't last long like this, so he gets to his knees and moves around behind her, taking hold of her hips and pushing his dick up against her pussy lips.

"Oooo, yes, go for it." She tells him, and he does, driving deep into her in one forceful thrust. He sets up a steady rhythm, withdrawing almost all the way before pushing back, pulling against her hips. Evelyne pushes her butt back against him hard so he has to brace himself to not be pushed backwards. Soon she is doing all the work, swaying forward and then pushing back to drive his dick deeper, she is fucking him.

Finding his hands free, he tentatively massages around her anus with his thumb, waiting to see her reaction. She does not pause, only pushes her hips back towards him even harder, moaning softly. He wets his thumb with pussy juices and pushes against her little puckered entrance; his thumb slips quite easily inside.

"Yes, oh yes, I'm coming again." She cries and shudders, gripping his dick with her internal muscles. They come together, moaning happily before flopping down onto their sides, his dick still inside her.

After a minute or two to recover, Andrew gets up and goes to take a shower. Evelyne waits for a minute, then follows him into the shower, crouches down and sucks him back to life. She works on him with lips and tongue and fingers for quite a while then fondles and squeezes his balls with one hand and rubs around his anus with a finger of the other hand. She feels him stiffen; he takes her head in his hands and thrusts deep into her mouth. She speeds up the sucking and licking. Just a few moments of that treatment and Andrew groans and comes into her mouth, squirting three or four jets into the back of her throat. She swallows.

They don't speak, but get slowly out of the shower and dry each other off, fondling and kissing at each stage of the process.

"That was lovely," Evelyne tells him, "you were a terrific lover, but now it's time for you to go. I need some sleep." He opens his mouth to protest, but she is determined to stay in control of the encounter. "No buts. Time for you to go."

He smiles a bit ruefully, and quickly gets dressed, kisses her and slips quietly into the corridor, closing the door behind him.

Well, that was nice, Evelyne thinks to herself, Anne was right, sometimes it's good to have sex with clients. We had a very enjoyable dinner, great sex and I bet he will be keen to work with me on future contracts.