A New Beginning - Not what you thought your holiday job would be

[DanFS]

Closed for DanFS & Tight_n_ready


Alice Shepherd, her application said.
She looked pretty in her photo.

Long brunette hair brushed straight, and her makeup done in a classic, understated tasteful style. Her cream dress was mid length, just above the knee, teamed with nude heels and a similar coloured clutch bag.
Her smile shone out of the picture.
Yes, she would entice the monied throng to part with their cash for a good cause – as long as she didn’t screw up the interview. She should be here in ten minutes.

Daniel refilled his coffee cup, and sat behind his mahogany desk in his study.
He read her application again.
Drama student, at a prestigious University, a smattering of volunteer work, so this function would appeal to her altruistic side. As a drama student, she should be accustomed to being on stage, so as Hostess, she should be largely immune from stage fright.

He sipped his coffee, as he reviewed her situation. Respectable family, hardworking parents, mounting University fees.
Maybe she would also be suitable for the other role he had in mind too…
The more private role, the one he could enjoy away from prying eyes, known only to a privileged few.

She was certainly attractive enough.
He tried to imagine her, kneeling before him, her stocking clad legs spread as she toyed with her smooth shaved pussy, as she fellated him, taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth.
Her corseted breasts wobbling slightly as her head bobbed up and down on him.
Her hands bound in front of her – tethered by slim chains to the black patent leather collar emblazoned with ‘SLUT’.

He smiled as he felt himself harden, and then his attention was snapped back to the here and now, as there was a knock at the door, and his Housekeeper, Olga, a pretty blonde Russian woman entered.
“Miss Alice Shepherd to see you Sir.”
She stepped to one side and admitted the young woman into the Study, its walls lined with bookcases, displaying hundreds of books of all different genres.

Dan stood and walked around his desk.
“Miss Shepherd.” He smiled. “A pleasure to meet you!” He offered his hand and shook hers warmly, her smaller hand disappearing into his, but still firm in its grip.
He guided her to a mahogany leather wingbacked chair.
“Please sit. Do you care for tea or coffee?”
He poured and offered her the cup, together with a small bowl of sugar and jug of milk, which he placed on an adjoining small coffee table, to allow her to tailor it to her preference.
Her smile was even more radiant than the one in the folder. Her manners impeccable.
He detected a faint trace of an accent, maybe Scottish borders? However it only made her even more endearing.

“Now, to the matter in hand.” Dan started. “You have applied for the ‘Hostess’ role, for the upcoming charity event. This will entail you introducing various guests, as well as running an auction for some lots which should attract interest amongst the assembled guests.
As the patrons are mostly wealthy couples and individuals, you will need to dress appropriately, and I will take care of the costs of your wardrobe and other preparations for the day – but I will of course, need to supervise the selection of treatments & outfits, to ensure the right look is achieved.”
He paused, as much for effect, as to take a breath, before asking:
“Does that present a problem?”

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Daniel Fortescue Smyth was wealthy, Alice had known that, known it when she applied for the job, she’d even researched into him a little bit, but she hadn’t realised just how wealthy he was. The house was impressive from outside, but when she stepped into she realised she hadn’t seen a home as lavishly furnished that wasn’t in the hands of the state or on the big screen. Simply stepping in through the front doors was intimidating.

Alice was at University, she loved what she was doing, but knew that upon leaving University, it would take a lot to really achieve anything with it. She’d been looking for a job over the holidays anyway, but when an opportunity to be the hostess for a major charity event came up, it had felt as though it had been waiting for her to apply.

The woman who had answered the door was blonde, pretty, and Russian, that added to the sheer atmosphere of the house made her feel a little as if she had stepped straight into a James Bond film, she was almost expecting Mr Fortescue Smyth to be bald and stroking a white cat.

To her relief he wasn’t aspiring to take over the world, although his study had the pre-requisite intimidatingly large and solid desk required. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the room, this was the kind of room she could lock herself in and forget about the rest of the world. Hundreds of books lined the walls, she could see some she had read, and dozens she wanted to read, and even more she had never heard of.

“Mr Fortescue Smith, thank you for seeing me, can I say… this place is amazing.”

Smooth Alice, very professional.

Distracted by the display of knowledge on offer, and her own slip up she allowed herself to be guided to the chair. Beyond that however, she regained her faculties, “tea please.”

She thanked him for the refreshment and kept it in her hands, grateful for something mundane in this fantastic building. She left the milk and sugar, preferring to drink her tea black.

She had expected, perhaps, someone who looked a little older, carried more weight, but now that she had the chance to actually examine him, while he sat, she was pleasantly surprised. He was taller than her, most people were, his ginger hair was cropped short, but showed no signs of greying, and though in his mid-forties, he seemed to exude an aura of experience.

“Appropriately? Of course…”

She wondered for a moment if what she was wearing wasn’t good enough. And she felt, for a half second, unaccountably disappointed that he didn’t think her outfit was good enough. She’d spent hours getting ready for the interview, hoping to make a good impression.

“No, that would be fine, I do want this to be a success of course, and I’d like to look… my best for it, especially considering who the guests are going to be.”

She took a breath, calming a little more now that the interview appeared to be going well, and smiled, “I’m really grateful for this opportunity Mr Fortescue Smyth, it’s such a great chance for me.”

 

[DanFS]

Dan wanted to put her at ease, as she seemed a little over-awed by everything.

“Please Alice, call me Daniel. We don’t always stand on ceremony here. I’m glad you like the house – it’s been in the family for over three hundred years.”

He reflected on the fact she seemed a bit flustered that he may have insulted her appearance, and he wanted to reassure her that he looked fine, for an interview.

“Alice, I hope you didn’t take my remarks to mean I felt you weren’t appropriately dressed for this interview. You are – you look very pretty and well dressed. I know you’re well educated and as a student, I know how tight money can be. I also know that the advert was for the one function, but I plan to engage you for the whole summer, if you can, and we’ll work around any holiday commitments you have, but I…. I was planning on offering you twenty thousand pounds to work for me for the whole summer – from the first of July to first of September. Your duties would be varied and challenging, but I am sure, you would enjoy them.”

He paused for reaction, before continuing.

“My choosing your wardrobe would only be to achieve the effect I want for the charity function; and any other duties I need you to fulfil.
Look, I feel a connection with you, and if you’re willing, I’d like to give you a tour of the Estate. If you like what you see, well, we’ll try a staged scenario to see how you handle being on a stage, and take it from there. Shall we?”

 

[Tight_n_ready]

"Thank you... Daniel."

He commented once more on her clothing, but this time more positively, she blushed slightly, strangely pleased with his approval. Alice was used to dealing with difficult situations, and as a performer, knew how to control her reactions. But as he mentioned the money her jaw dropped.

"Twenty..."

She blew out a long breath.

"Wow, I uh... yes! Yes of course. I'd love to."

Perhaps now was her chance to ask exactly what the proposed job would entail, but the thought of twenty thousand pounds for a summers work was a heady distraction. She managed to bring herself back to the conversation in time to take in his explanation.

“Ok, I suppose that makes sense, I imagine your clothing budget is a little higher than mine.”

A connection? She wondered what he could mean by that, but still taken aback by the monetary offer, she let it slide for now.

“A tour of the estate? Sorry, I think it just hadn’t really hit me until now. I would love a tour. And like an audition, that would be fine. What would you want me to do for that?”

The tour began, and Alice realised at that moment that she had truly not realised just how wealthy Daniel was. It wasn’t just the lavish, but tasteful furnishings of the house, or rather mansion, itself, but everything else that it contained.

He had a gym, a private gym that looked, to her, to be better equipped than most professional establishments, there was a glass wall that looked onto a pool, an Olympic sized swimming pool in a purpose-built extension. Continuing back into the house there was another pool, this time shallow and heated, a spa pool, complete with Jacuzzi, sauna and steam room.

The other side of the house was no less well appointed, though with more of an entertainment theme, there was a home cinema, with seating for maybe fifty people. He had a games room, with pool tables, racks of pool cues, and a dozen trophies in a cabinet against the wall.

He even had a bar. There was no one behind it, but it looked the equal of anything found in a high class London club, with serried ranks of bottles rising behind the front of the bar. Cocktail mixers, polished to a gleam, were lined up at the back, and every wine glass hung above it shone bright in the dimmed lights. A door to the side of the twenty foot long bar was marked ‘Wine Cellar’, and a brief glance down there showed a long spiral staircase, the wall lined with what looked like expensive wines.

So awestruck by the house was Alice that she didn’t notice the one door Daniel didn’t name, didn’t call attention to, and didn’t open for her. There was a lock on it. And it lay at the end of a relatively undistinguished corridor, not plain enough to attract attention, but with no other signs that there might be any significance to it.

Alice soon forgot about the house when she saw the stables however. Half the size of the house, which was hardly unimpressive. A stable hand glanced in their direction, before continuing his work, brushing and grooming one of a dozen horses, each of which looked capable of winning a Grand National.

“Wow, this is just… they’re beautiful...”

Alice was enraptured by the beasts, each one was huge, at least fifteen hands, and their gleaming coats and rippling muscles radiated power. She was staring at them for a minute before she realised that Daniel was talking to her.

“I’m sorry, I was… admiring your estate…”

 

[DanFS]

Alice seemed to be enjoying the tour of the Estate.
Dan was trying not to wave opulence in her face at every turn, but she would need to get used to the layout of the place if she a going to work for him.

She seemed particularly impressed with the ‘Sports House’, where the Pool, Gym, and Combat Room was based. He had enjoyed showing her the Indoor Spa & Games Room too, watching her caress the line of cues in their rack, as she looked at the pool table with interest.
“Do you play? I love Pool. I’m not that good, but I love playing. Something tells me you’d be a good opponent!”

He then led her through the Bar, and outside and across to the Stables.
A stable lad was grooming one of the faster horses, it looked like ‘Pegasus’, so named because he galloped as if he had wings. He also had a temper, and had bitten one of the stable girls just the other day. This stable lad, Ian, was the only lad Pegasus would tolerate at any time.

They stopped outside a stall, housing a chestnut mare.
“This is Goddess”. Daniel told her. “Doesn’t she look magnificent?”

Goddess whinnied in reply, and stuck her head out over the ledge of the closed bottom half of the stable door, to greet her new admirer.
Daniel handed Alice an apple from a nearby box.
“Here – give it to her. She seems to like you!”

Dan was enjoying showing Alice around. She would fit in well here – if she took the job, although she had reacted as he expected when the money was mentioned.

As they both fussed over the mare, it occurred to Daniel that perhaps Alice liked riding?

“Do you like riding, Alice?”

He paused awaiting her reply, before adding.

"When you’re off-duty here, the horses, as well as the Pool, Gym, anything I don’t need are at your disposal."

He absent-mindedly fiddled with a crop as he spoke.

"The job I need you to do – is basically to be my Private Assistant. To do anything I need, when I need it. I can even provide accommodation for you. Here. Let me show you the guest apartments.”

He led her away from the stables, and she wistfully said goodbye to Goddess, as they left.
He was grateful she told him she was admiring his Estate.
A lot of effort and money went into keeping it like this, and he was gratified that as a young well-educated woman, she appreciated it.

They approached a house next to the main house, which seemed to be a chain of bungalows.

Dan fished out a key and opened the door of the nearest one, and invited her inside.
There was a modestly appointed room, like a hotel room, with a double bed, a large flat-screen TV opposite the bed, and two leather armchairs either side of a circular coffee table.
“Look around…help yourself!” He told her.
As she looked through the apartment, he told her.
“I noticed you looking at the books in my study. If you liked, you could borrow one to read whilst you stayed; after hours, of course. I find it quite relaxing to read in front of a crackling log fire with a glass of something warming in the Winter.”

She poked her head out of the Bathroom and smiled, in what he assumed was approval.

She seemed satisfied, so he led her back to the main house, and into the Home Cinema.
“This is where you will do your audition.”

He gestured towards the stage.

“I want you to pretend there is a charity auction here, just like there will be in a couple of weeks. I want you to show me how you would handle the bids for the various articles.”

As she climbed up onto the stage and Daniel sat in a front row seat, some loud music could be heard playing next door.
“Ahh..excuse me, Alice, it seems someone has ideas of performing in the music studio next door.”

He stood, and strode across to the door at the side of the stage and opened it, whereupon, the music became much louder, and then stopped.
“Oh, hi, Dan. Sorry – are we disturbing you?”
Daniel laughed before answering.
“Hi guys – Perfect timing, not! I was trying to conduct an interview, and then you burst into life!”

The irony and slapstick nature of this scene was not lost on Daniel, whose family had made much money in the music industry and so their next request was not a surprise to him.

“Hey Dan – you can play drums, can you sit in with us, please?”
Daniel laughed and gestured to Alice, to come over.

“Alice, I’d like to introduce Frank, Adam, and Nikki.”
He indicated each of them in turn. Frank & Adam were both big guys, still dressed in a black kind of uniform, whilst Nikki was wearing a white peasant blouse and skinny bleached blue jeans, with white trainers. Her bleached blonde short pixie styled hair was a contrast to the dark crops worn by the two men.
“These three work for my security staff. Don’t let the fact that Nikki is so much smaller than the others fool you. A man tried to stab me last year, and she put him in the hospital, before he even got close, for which I shall be forever thankful!”

They all shook Alice’s hand, and then turned their attention back to Daniel. Nikki shrugged and motioned at the drum kit in the corner.
This is what they played – Frank on Bass, Nikki playing lead guitar & Adam on vocals.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3U0ZsjQQxV0

Daniel was obviously enjoying himself, and had no issues playing along with some of his employees.

Once the song had finished an the three security guards thanked him for joining in, they left, saying it was nice to meet Alice, and they hoped to see her again.

This allowed Daniel to finally sit and view Alice’s audition, as he handed her a vintage microphone from the studio, and told her to try and sell it to an imaginary room of bidders.
He motioned for her to start.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

“Pool? I play when I’m at the bar, but I’m not very good, you’d probably beat me pretty easily.”

In the stables, Daniel had commented on one of his horses, “she’s gorgeous, just… stunning…”

She took the proffered apple, then offered it herself to the horse, smiling and laughing as the horse snuffled and licked her fingers. “Riding? I love it, I’ve done it since I was little really.”

His response to that was amazingly generous, “seriously? That’s amazing, I… I don’t know what to say…”

Daniel seemed a little distracted as he explained what her job would be, there was a black riding crop in his hands, as expensive and well-made as everything else she had seen on the estate, and he tapped it contemplatively against the palm of his hand as he spoke.

“Ok, that seems fine, and for ah… twenty grand… how can I say no?”

She rubbed the mare’s flank as they turned to leave, heading towards a chain of buildings that looked like bungalows. Inside they were well furnished, nowhere near as lavishly as the house, more like a hotel, but not a cheap one. It seemed a little empty and mechanical, with no life in it, but she imagined that those of his other employees would be a little more homely, with personal touches.

It was only a short while later that they met some of said employees, he had a music studio? It seemed that at least Daniel had a good relationship with his employees however as they joked and he agreed to join them for a song. She was impressed, what did this guy not have? Wealth, property, musical talent.

The three guards laughed and joked as they left, and Alice was left, suddenly alone with Daniel in the Home Cinema. She stood on the stage, the screen looming behind her. Holding the microphone she walked forward to the front of the stage, introducing herself. She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to act as an auctioneer, but it seemed to be how he had presented the role, as it were. She held out the microphone in one hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the auction tonight, I’m sure you’ve enjoyed the night so far, I’d just like to take a moment to thank our wonderful host, Mr Daniel Fortescue Smyth, for hosting this event, I’m sure many of you have already had the pleasure of meeting him.”

Alice went on, talking a little about the charity the event was for, explaining the item she had, and beginning the bidding. She was natural on stage, it was simply performing a role, and she relaxed into the role of hostess as though she had been born for it. It was clear that she was good at what she did, and anyone who might enter the room after she had started would find their eye drawn naturally to her, whether she was talking or not, she simply owned the space, as if this was her room, and her house, and not Daniel’s.

As he motioned for her to bring it to an end, she stopped, stepping down off the stage to the floor once more. The aura she had radiated while up there remained however, almost as if she were draining all the light in the room towards herself.

“So… how did I do?”

 

[DanFS]

Dan was relieved that she had mentally already accepted the amount of money – if only she knew what she’d have to do later to earn it!

“That was wonderful – you’re hired, if you want the job! You’ll rake it in, they’ll love you!”

He stood and strode over, holding out his hand for her to shake.
He curled his other arm around her waist and steered her out of the Home Cinema, and said:
“Look, I know that this might seems a little forward, but I’d like to start choosing your outfit for the Charity Day, which is only two weeks away. I also have many things I need to work on, and need your help as my P.A. As a student, I assume you can type to a decent standard?”

He gave her a cheeky smile as he said this, letting her know that as long as she could type as he dictated, it wouldn’t be a problem.
She was probably tech-savvy enough to actually use the damned dictation software that he had, on his computer, but never managed to get it to work.

He led her back to the main House, explaining that he wanted her to really look the part for the job, and especially the Charity Day.

“My family retains the services of a clothing designer, Natasha Christiansen, who has done marvellous things for my sister. She has created lovely dresses, complete outfits, and even lingerie. I’m sure she could create a wonderful outfit for both the day, and the evening functions.
The evening I want to be memorable…perhaps we could have a gala dinner and dance, you know, one of those black-tie affairs. Does that sound like fun?”

As the continued walking, he went on:
“I have lots of industry contacts we can invite, and most will come to something like this. Even some members of the establishment would turn out if I asked.”


After a pause, to allow him to sip his wine he added:
“I’ll call Natasha, and ask her to come over and measure you up. A premium event needs a premium dress, and I’m happy to push the boat out. I think I might have her measure me for a new suit as well.”

As they walked he steered her into the Main House, and then into the Bar.
“I would like to celebrate with a drink. Would you care for some wine, perhaps?”
He went to the cooler and opened it.
“Red or White?”
He held up two bottles, which were obviously classic vintages and waited for her to choose, before placing two cut crystal glasses onto the bar and pouring generous glasses for them both.

“I realise this is a lot to take in, but I really want you on my team, and I think we can learn a lot from each other!”
He sipped his wine, regarding her over the rim.
“So you think it will be a problem living here over the summer? I don’t want to freak your family out, but we have a lot of fun here! You don’t have to stay here, but the offer’s there. If you had to go home, for family meals and such, I can lend you one of my cars…but let me call Natasha.”

He produced his phone & dialled a number.
“Natasha, it’s Daniel. How are you?”

There was a brief reply and he laughed before saying:
“I have a new member on my team, Alice, a smart, beautiful brunette, who needs one of your special dresses, maybe two, for the Charity function we were talking about last month. I think I may need another suit as well. Could you come over tomorrow and measure us both up, please?”

Again, a brief response, and a bit of laughter down the phone before Dan replied:
“That would be great! I’ll see you tomorrow, after lunch, OK? Bye!”

He hung up and turned his attention back to Alice.

“How’s the wine?” He asked, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

“I am!? That’s fantastic, thank you so much, of course I want it.”

She had been, for a moment, tempted to throw her arms around him, though not entirely sure why. But then he was offering her a job for the summer, a job that would pay her twenty grand. It was almost beyond her dreams, and all he wanted was for her to host an event and be his PA. It felt almost like free money.

She shook his hand, her grip, though swallowed in his larger palm, was firm and confident. She didn’t notice his arm curl around her until he had already started directing her from the room. She wasn’t sure why she allowed him to lead her back into the bar in the way he did, but she couldn’t bring herself to argue with him, not after he had just offered her such an amazing opportunity.

“Yes, I have to write a lot of essays and things, so I’m good with a computer. Or at least I’m not technologically illiterate.”

And then another surprise, his own clothing designer, a woman who she had heard the name of. She hadn’t realised that someone like that would do house calls, just how rich was this guy? It seemed odd that he would mention lingerie, and for the first time Alice gave Daniel an odd, almost questioning look.

Before she could say anything however, he had already decided, and it seemed that not only was he paying for her wardrobe, it was going to be made by a high class designer.

“Ummm, wine? Sure, red, if that’s ok.”

She sipped at the drink, grateful for the cool glass to bring her back down to earth, “yeah, a lot, I’m still not quite sure how to deal with it all, or that it’s really happening. It seems almost too good to be true.”

She thought for a moment, mulling over the idea as she mulled over the wine, “staying here would be fine, I guess, it would certainly make it easier than travelling here every day. I guess you have a spare bungalow out there for me?”

She blushed as he talked about her, not expecting the complement once more, but oddly grateful to have his approval, and eager for more now that she had it.

“The wine is lovely,” she took another sip, “but I bet you already know that, so you need me back tomorrow?”

She rested the glass on the counter, “is that when you want me to start? Tomorrow lunchtime?”

 

[DanFS]

Dan smiled.
“I wouldn’t give you any old rubbish!” He grinned.
He toasted her, and said:
“I want you to start tomorrow – but at 9am. Do you want me to pick you up? I thought it might be nice to spend some time together, and since you obviously like horses, we can go for a ride!”

As they finished their wines, he said to her:
“There’s no rush for you to leave today, but I want to go through a few things first, so you understand what I expect from you. I guess here is as good a place as any to discuss this. I work out every day, and so do ALL my staff. I believe in a healthy mind, helps build a healthy body, and I want to put you with my personal trainer, tomorrow too, so she can get the most out of you, and for you to get the most out of the effort I expect you to put into it.”

He poured them both another glass, and continued:
“I insist upon this... success is built from the inside out....a healthy mind & body then good underwear is a foundation for a professional exterior....as my Grandmother used to say. This is why I want to buy you lingerie as well as clothing. I want you to feel a million dollars, so you can perform like a million dollars!”

He watched her face for a reaction, knowing that this was highly unusual, but he really did believe it.
…and besides, she had fabulous figure. He didn’t want to pass up the chance to see her in her smalls, or skin tight jodphurs, sitting astride a horse.

They were interrupted by Olga, who handed Daniel some papers, which he thanked her for - made her excuses and left.
“Here’s your contract.” He said, matter of factly.

“You can see here, where it describes your duties, and salary.” He pointed to the relevant sections, before pointing out the final clause.
“This part lists any other ad-hoc duties which I may require of you. Whilst not officially on call – when you are here, on the Estate, I may need something from you at any hour, day or night. I think it reasonable that for ten thousand pounds a month, you could see your way to making yourself available if something comes up at short notice? It’s unlikely to happen very often.”

He handed her a pen, and used his own pen to sign his own copy before passing that to her to sign too, whilst he signed hers, so they both had a matching copy of the same contract, signed by both parties.

One that was done, he placed his signed copy in his jacket pocket. He handed her, the other, saying "Keep it safe."

“Alice – this may sound a little strange, but humour me, please. Can I ask you to stand up and take off your shoes, and turn around for me? I want to see you in contour.”

He made a twirling motion with his hand, just to emphasise what he wanted her to do. She seemed reluctant - no surprise there.

"Umm.....this is the part which comes under 'Ad-hoc duties', although this is one of the more unusual requests I will make, I promise."

He made a twirling motion with his hand, again.

Once she had done so, he smiled and complimented her.
“Beautiful – just as I hoped you would be. Now, please strip to your underwear and do the same thing. I just want to appraise you.”

He made the same gesture again.

“Absolutely stunning! Thank you, Alice. You will have the audience eating from the palm of your hand, I’m sure!”

Once she had composed herself again, he deliberately didn’t ask her to dress again, as if it seemed perfectly normal to be drinking wine in her underwear.....

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Alice giggled, then blushed, embarrassed at her girlish behaviour, “I somehow doubt you own any… old rubbish.”

She returned the toast, the clink of crystal sounding loud in the otherwise empty bar, it was pure and clear, though muted slightly by the weight of the red liquid the glasses contained.

“We can?”

Alice struggled to hide her excitement at the thought of climbing onto Goddess, or any of the amazing beasts stabled behind the house. She smiled broadly, mirroring the grin on his face. She liked him, he was older than her, quite a bit older, but he was good looking and confident and assertive, though the house had her overawed a little. Normally her thoughts wouldn’t be straying here, certainly not with a man who had just taken her into his employment, but she’d already had the better part of two glasses of wine, and she had been nervous enough before she came that they had settled on an already empty stomach.

And then he had that ability to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough, and it may have been the wine talking, but she wanted to impress him, to make him very aware that he had picked the right person for this job.

“Your personal trainer?”

She looked down at herself, her breasts were small, she knew, but they were shapely, and stood out above her flat stomach.

“Ok, I guess that’s the advantage of your boss having a private gym, no membership fees.”

His next comment elicited even more surprise, that she couldn’t hide this time. Lingerie? He wanted to buy her lingerie? At least his reasoning seemed to make sense, and she supposed that if this Natasha was coming tomorrow then she would take her measurements, he’d said he wanted to pick out her wardrobe, so all he needed was then to pick out lingerie as well, strange though it would be to have someone else select underwear for her.

She was grateful for the arrival of Olga, the house keeper, complete with her contract, it meant she didn’t need to continue to worry about his words. She read the contract, directing her attention to the sections he described, it seemed fairly straight forward, and after only a few more minutes, and half a glass of the wine, she signed it, then signed the second one she was offered.

“Thank you. I will.”

Alice carefully folded the contract, placing it in her bag, making sure she couldn’t forget it or lose it.

“You want me to what?”

It was a strange request, but, she supposed it was relatively innocent, and she didn’t want to disappoint him or annoy him.

Then before she knew it she was peeling off her dress, she hesitated, realising that she was undressing in front of him. Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps the contract was playing on her mind, or perhaps it was the way it had been phrased, not as a request, but as an order.

By the time she had come back to her senses, she was already half naked, her hesitation obvious, but having gone so far, she wondered what he would think if she went back, not to mention what he was already thinking.

She twirled for him, showing off her body, though it had not been her intention, and she was glad that she was wearing black underwear, because to her embarrassment she realised that he was getting her wet. She could feel a shameful heat between her legs, and she flushed, she was so distracted by that in fact, that she didn’t pick up on what he perhaps meant with that comment, which might have been for the better or worse right then. He had also chosen not to mention just whose hand she would be eating from.

She took the glass, swallowing perhaps a little more wine than was strictly necessary, trying to cover up her confusion. She did smile however, at his words.

“Thank you.”

Nonetheless, she felt a uncomfortable in this position, stood before her employer, and anyone else could walk in at any minute after all, and she picked up her dress, holding it to her front as though it were a shield.

“Can I…? Put it back on?”

Why was she asking permission?

 

[DanFS]

Dan realised she was a little drunk, and was likely a little more agreeable to his demands than she would otherwise have been. He hadn’t set out to get her drunk, not even a bit, but wanted to celebrate her appointment.

When she did a twirl for him, first dressed, then in her underwear, he was spellbound – she truly was a beauty!

He also knew the CCTV cameras would have recorded all this for his pleasure later too.

Then she unexpectedly asked him for permission to re-dress. He had wondered if she had submissive tendencies, but to ask him….wow! That was a surprise.
He decided to see how far he could take this!

“Let’s just wait a minute or two, OK? You’re a stunner, Alice, and I appreciate beautiful things, and beautiful women too. Let me appreciate you too, OK?”

He stood and grasped her shoulders, turning her back to him, before massaging her shoulders, noting the tension there.
“So beautiful…flawless skin.” He whispered in her ear. He could feel himself starting to harden, in response to the vision before him.
He stroked and caressed her shoulders, neck and back, pausing briefly to unclasp her bra strap.

He thought he heard a moan, but it was so faint as to be almost indistinct.

As he gently peeled her bra away from her body, and turned her round to face him once more, he could see the reservation on her face, but there was something more, which he hadn’t detected before.

She was attracted to him!

“Alice. Look at me. You are the most beautiful woman on my estate right now, and I want to savour the sight of you. Don’t be embarrassed.”

Her pert breasts stood out from her slim frame, and although it was a warm summer’s evening, he could see her nipples starting to firm.
He reached out tentatively to caress a bare breast, marvelling at how smooth, and firm they were.

If she was as sensual and sensuous as he believed, this could get very interesting, but she was going to have to ask for more.
He daren't go any further without her asking him to….

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Alice couldn’t quite keep up with what was going on, she wasn’t drunk, but she was less sober than perhaps was ideal in this situation. She was still embarrassed, she was naked in front of this man, her boss, and though she flushed with pleasure at his appreciation and his kind words, more than half of the faint pink flush that flowed through her skin was shame and embarrassment. She took a half step back, surprised, as he stood, and immediately felt ashamed.

She was looking at the floor, too nervous and too embarrassed to look at him, she felt her muscles tense up as she felt his fingers on her shoulder, and then he turned her around. Her back was to him now, he was invisible to her, she couldn’t see what he was doing, only feel the faint pressure of his fingers and hands as they stroked her skin lightly. She felt a shiver go through her body at his touch, and then his touch was gone, and she suddenly felt a strange, bizarre ache of loss.

And then she felt a faint tug, and then she felt the straps of her bra suddenly go limp. Before she realised it, a faint breath had escaped her lips, the moan was quiet, so quiet that it might have gone unheard in the vast silence of the room. She froze, terrified that he might have heard it, what could he think of her?

Then she felt the bra being slid from her shoulders, it seemed so easy, to just let him take it. To try and object would be wrong, but she could not keep the worry and fright out of her face as he turned her back to face him. She was almost naked now her modesty only preserved, in part, by the fragile strip of fabric that formed her underwear. Though she had been staring, wide eyed, into his own eyes, she looked away as he spoke, embarrassed and frightened.

Her breath caught in her throat as he reached out, and she struggled to breath as she felt his fingers once again on her skin, her nipples, already starting to harden in their nudity, were suddenly solid as she felt one finger graze across the tip. Her breath suddenly came back to her in a rush, and she let out a deep, shuddering sigh, her whole body shaking.

She could feel the damp heat building between her legs, even with the dark fabric of her panties, it could surely only be a matter of time before he noticed how wet she was becoming. She was still staring at the floor, but slowly her vision began to creep up, it tracked up his leg, hesitating for a moment just below his waist line, then kept going. Her gaze flickered to his eyes for a heartbeat, to his lips, then to the collar of his shirt.

Her hand slowly rose, to press flat against his chest, not pushing him away, not enough pressure to even indicate such, but enough for her to feel the man beneath. It was almost to check that he was still there, that this wasn’t some kind of strange fantasy. And it wasn’t.

She slid her hand up his chest, and the other joined it, she pulled at his tie, and fumbled at the top button of his shirt. It took her a while, too long to finally undo the button, her shaking fingers struggling to release it…

 

[DanFS]

Dan was pleased she hadn’t resisted.
That would have led to an ugly scene, and he didn’t want that!
He sensed she wanted something, and when she undressed for him, he knew.

She was ‘the one’. A submissive woman, just starting out, wanting a mentor, someone to guide her, not just professionally, but also mentally, emotionally, and yes, sexually, it seemed.

He allowed her to continue undressing him, as her quivering fingers struggled to undo his shirt buttons.
He took his tie from her and dropped it casually onto the bar, as she focussed on her task, until his shirt laid open to the waist.
Her fingers reached inside, and caressed his chest hair, whilst not thick, there was enough there to show he was all man.
Her hands wandered back and forth, as she felt his heat, and he hers. Her hot little hands trembling as she moved her fingers across his nipples before sliding his jacket off his shoulders to pool at his waist upon the bar-stool.

He noticed she was keeping her gaze down, not looking him in the eye, a classic submissive act, and even as he caressed her budding breasts, and teasing her nipples he saw her bite her lower lip, making her look even more vulnerable – and sexy – but she then moved her hands lower.

She had to be able to feel his hardness now. He was sure her gaze had settle there earlier as she guessed how big he was.
He made no move to stop her. Just allowed her to take things at her own pace.
Her hot hands caressing him through his clothing was turning him on something fierce, and soon, he would have to act.

She hesitated, resting her small fingers upon his belt, before looking up into his eyes, he assumed, for approval, before he smiled, and cupped her chin in his hand, and stroked it, with a nod.
“Go on, Alice. You know you want to.” He told her.

She slowly, carefully, undid his belt, and allowed it to fall to either side of his hips, then she reached lower, for the zipper, and slid it slowly down, the rasping sound of it loud in the silence.

As Alice pulled the fabric aside, she could see the tight black boxer trunks beneath, outlining his manhood.

He reached down, and took her hand, placing it directly onto his erect cock, through the material.
He stood up, off the stool, to allow her to slide his underwear down, over his hardness.
He took a moment to take her hand away, and stepped out of his trousers and underwear, before placing her hand back squarely on his now throbbing erection.

“Stroke it Alice. I can see the curiosity on your face. See what it feels like. Make me happy.” He encouraged her.

He hissed with pleasure as her small fingers wrapped around his shaft, and slowly stroked up and down, sliding up over the smooth head, and back down to his root, into the short hairs there, before sliding up again.

“Oh yes! Alice!” Dan gasped.
He had had his fair share of handjobs, but the tenderness with which she handled his organ, was almost reverent. Gradually she became more confident and
stroked him a little faster, whilst allowing her other hand to dip underneath, and stroke his full, heavy balls.

Her face a picture of concentration, she kept her gaze down, on his groin, as she coaxed him to full erection and eliciting gasps of pleasure from his lips.
After a minute or two of this wonderful torture, he placed his hands gently on her shoulders, and pushed her down, until she knelt at his feet.

“You know what I want.” He whispered, and he wrapped his hand into her long hair, and steered her mouth towards his full eight inches, until the head bumped against her plump soft lips.
He pushed a little harder with his hips and pulled slightly on her hair, and she opened her lips, just a tiny gap, but enough to take the very tip of his cock into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue seemingly under its own will flicking over the slit and teasing a drop of precum from it, which she tasted, and seemed to like, as she did it again, then again, before opening her mouth wider and taking the first three inches inside.

She was not a very experienced fellatrix, but what she lacked in method, she more than made up for with her enthusiasm, and seemed to be enjoying her exploration of his man-meat.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Each shirt button seemed individually determined to stop her from undoing his shirt. Eventually however, she won the war, and his shirt was open. She felt inexplicable relief at her success, and now began to explore the body of the man before her. She could barely control where her hands went, but slowly, inexorably, they made their way down, down his stomach until they rested upon his belt.

It seemed an almost impenetrable barrier, but her hands almost did not seem her own, and some part of her wanted nothing to do with that barrier, wanted to simply reach what was past it. And then another part was wondering why she was doing this, why was she undressed? Why was she undressing her new boss?

She looked up to him, both seeking permission, and hoping that he would put a stop to this. It was a conflict within her, with both sides battling, ironically, for dominance. His answer however, decided the fight, it seemed so casual, so relaxed, but she felt no fear in submitting to his wishes, in fact, when he made the decision for her, the fear, the worries, they simply evaporated.

With each moment her movements were becoming more confident, and she did not fumble with his belt as she had with his buttons. Still, she was still slow, and careful, unfastening the buckle carefully. The bar had been virtually silent, and that strange, but agonising peace was suddenly shattered. She almost flinched, until she realised it was the sound of his zipper, and her fingers were on the tab.

He guided her once more, this time simply with his hand, and she felt, for the first time, his cock through the fabric of the boxers he was wearing. She could feel the heat radiating from it, despite the thin layer of cloth in the way. At the same time she felt a sudden flush of heat from her crotch, and she let out a gasp at her sudden arousal.

She looked up at him, confused, as he took her hand away, wondering what she could have done wrong in such a brief moment of contact.

“I…”

Then she felt a fierce heat, hot, solid flesh beneath her fingers, and she looked back down, mesmerised by the long piece of flesh in her hand. She didn’t want to just hold it, it felt hard, but not hard enough, she felt like it could be harder, bigger, hotter. She didn’t want to just hold it, she wanted to explore it, to feel it grow at her coaxing.

And he allowed her to, told her to, and she did, wrapping her hand around it fully, her small palms and fingers dwarfed by it. She slowly stroked it, feeling her hand slide down the smooth, veined skin, feeling the texture change slightly as she reached the base, and the hair that surrounded it. As she stroked she could feel it swelling, almost imperceptibly, and it grew harder between her fingers.

His gasp of pleasure encouraged her further and she sped up her movements, stroking his cock a little more vigorously, she reached below, to find his balls. They were hot, as hot as his shaft, and she stroked them gently, before taking one and massaging it in her hand.

She lost track of everything, the time, the room, everything but the heat and power in her hands. She was snapped out of it by the pressure on her shoulders, and she resisted for a moment, but it’s gentle insistence fought through her momentary lapse, and she sank to her knees, looking up at him in confusion.

She heard him, but did not understand, until she felt the faint pressure on her hair, and she was steered towards the magnificent symbol of manhood before her. It pressed insistently against her lips, demanding entry, and as the pressure increased, both on her lips and from the hand in her hair, she opened them, almost instinctively.

It wasn’t much, only enough to taste the saltiness of his precum, to feel a fraction of the heat from just the tip of his cock. She couldn’t pin down the exact flavour, and curious, she allowed her tongue to dart out once more. Then again, but this time she did so slowly, luxuriously, savouring the experience of having her tongue in contact with Daniel’s dick.

She realised she wanted more, more than just this sample taste, and opened her mouth enough to permit him access. It was only a little of his dick, but even that small amount, even three inches, made her feel as though her mouth was full. She couldn’t take any more of it, but she explored what of his dick she could fit into her mouth.

Her tongue moved carefully around the skin of his shaft, flicking up and down a vein here, pausing to press lightly against the underside. She locked her lips around his shaft and sucked, hollowing her cheeks on is cock as her tongue began to massage the shaft and head of his cock.

She’d sucked dick before, but only once or twice for an ex-boyfriend, and it had not been like this. It had been something she did when he’d done something particularly nice, or if she’d wanted something from him, it had been a bargaining chip. This was not, she wanted to make him feel good, to give him pleasure, not so he would give her something, just because she wanted him to please with her, so that he would give her his approval.

She looked up at him, her lips still locked around his cock, and began to stroke the lower shaft of his cock with one hand while she continued to suck. She was waiting for him to smile, to nod, she was waiting to receive any kind of confirmation that she was doing well, that he was enjoying her efforts.

 

[DanFS]

Dan had to admit, as her confidence grew, so did his pleasure.
Her hot little mouth on his dick was amazing!
“Oh, Alice!”
He gasped as she bobbed up and down, on his hardness.
“That’s so good, don’t stop!”
He pleaded with her.

Dan never begged. He didn’t have to.

Yet this young hottie, who had taken the initiative seemingly as much a surprise to herself, as to him, was pleasuring him exquisitely now.
He could feel the pleasure building, but didn’t want to rush things by showing her more of his ‘true self’, which he longed to, but he didn’t want to frighten her away.

He decided this time to give her the option for what to do, although he suspected he may be a little lust-crazed, and unable to think clearly:

“Alice – I’m going to cum soon, right into your hot little mouth. It’s up to you. Do you want to swallow it, or do you want it elsewhere?”

He had started shallow thrusts, as her tongue teased him, around the head, and the sensitive underside of his man-flesh, whilst at the same time, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him gently, but forcefully with the same rhythm.

He already knew, that one she had got him off, he had to return the favour – it was only fair after all!

He wanted to sit her naked, on the end of that bar counter, on that smooth aged teak, so she could lean against the oak panelling on the wall, if she needed to (She would!) and lick, suck and nibble at her sex until the Estate Staff called Security to investigate why a female voice kept screaming his name in the Bar!

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Alice couldn’t help herself, she smiled around Daniel’s dick at his approval, pleased to have pleased him. As he moaned and gasped, and begged her to continue, she redoubled her efforts, knowing that he must be getting close now, and she wanted to give him pleasure. He was moving almost in time with her now, his hips thrusting gently forwards, and she had to adapt her own movements so that she didn’t get too much in her mouth, didn’t take more than she could handle.

She looked up again as he spoke again, this time warning her, he was giving her the option, and she knew what he wanted her to do, but she couldn’t. She’d tasted cum once, her boyfriends, but it had been bitter and unpleasant, and she certainly hadn’t enjoyed it. So where then should she allow him to cum?

She pulled her head back, and the head of his dick left her mouth with a faint pop, a string of drool hung between her mouth and the head. She let it hang there for a second, then licked her lips, breaking the string. She started to jerk him off again, just like she had before , sliding her hand from the slick head to the base of his shaft, and back again. Lifted it, still stroking, as she bent her head, this time to his balls. Her tongue flicked out, and she played it across the surface, before sucking one into her mouth.

She let her tongue play with it and massage it in her mouth, before switching to the other. Playing with it, still jerking his cock, she felt him begin to tense up, knowing that he was only seconds from cumming. She moved back, stroking his cock a little faster now, and directed it to her chest.

She felt him moan, and his cock jerked, a thick, ropey strand of cum spurting forward onto her chest, it jerked again, and again, each time a new strand issuing forth to paint her chest in the hot, thick liquid. She was gasping, out of breath, but strangely satisfied from the experience. And then he pulled her to her feet, pushing her back against the bar.

She gasped as she felt the cold wood against her bare skin, and then he lifted her. She suddenly felt like a toy in his hands as he helped her onto the bar, pushing her back against the wall. She was confused, unsure of what was about to happen next. She was still wearing her panties, but the heat and moisture was now evident even through the dark material. He rubbed her though them, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband and she let out a breath, “I…”

He pulled them down, and she lifted herself slightly to allow him to slide them down and off her legs. She looked at him with apprehension in her eyes, her face was flushed, her mouth half open as she struggled to catch her breath. He lifted her legs gently, pushed them apart and then lowered his face between her thighs.

“Ah…”

She couldn’t suppress the moan as she felt his breath on the heat of her pussy. She looked down at him, seeing him teasing her, so close to giving her the pleasure she wanted, she craved right now. Her pussy was aching, desperate for his touch.

“Please… Daniel...”

 

[DanFS]

Daniel’s orgasm was fierce and as she requested, he shot his cum over her bare chest. He couldn’t recall the last time he came so hard, or so much!

Dan couldn’t wait to taste her. He was sure she would be tangy & sweet.
Her reaction, as he picked up as if she were a feather and sat her on the Bar, watching her lean back, as he teased her pussy lips through her panties, before easing them down her firm young thighs, and then off. He gently placed his hands on their insides and pushed them apart.

Her scent was heady and he dived in, before she could formulate an excuse.
He stopped just short, and revelled in the vision before him.
Her sex was already aroused, the lips full and engorged, pink, and plump, ready for his mouth.
Then he licked his lips and leaned forward – swiping his flattened tongue up her already puffy lips from base to top, and when he reached the little hood, hiding her clitoris, he sucked gently, teasing it out and flicking the tip rapidly over it, enjoying the bucking of her hips, and the guttural noises she made in response to his labours.

He took a second to breathe, and saw his discarded tie upon the bar, and grinning evilly, quickly wrapped it around her wrists, before tying it off to one of the bar-taps.
He then redoubled his efforts, dipping his tongue inside her to taste her sweet nectar, the musky dampness, like ambrosia to him.
He moaned as well, determined to give her as much pleasure as she had him.
He used his fingertips to spread her open, and licked and sucked gently at her lips, bringing all the nerve endings centred there to a crescendo of ecstasy, as his tongue bathed her with his breath and a little saliva.

He ate her with a passion he could not recall, when it came to cunnilingus, he had never been much of a giver, preferring to receive, rather than provide, but she was so…..’Delicious!’ and he told her so, before replacing his mouth, but this time, with the addition of a curled finger, which he pushed slowly inside her, and once buried as far as he could go, he swirled her juices around it, before adding another.

This was made even sweeter for him, by hearing her hiss with pleasure. He smiled over her lips, and drove his tongue back over her clit again, then curled his two fingers towards himself and repeated the motion, once he felt the little raised, slightly harder spot of tissue in the front wall of her pussy – the elusive G spot.
He had not always found it with previous lovers but his fingers went straight to hers.

Her hips lifted right off the Bar, as he rubbed it persistently, knowing that this was the best way to give her the release she craved.
He lifted his mouth off her to give his hands more room to move, and plunged his curled fingers in and out of her tight channel, sliding the fingertips over the G Spot again, and again.
He then brought his other hand into play, swiping two fingers back and forth, left and right, over the now hard bud of her clit, swishing it from side to side in her own wetness, and smiling again, as he cries of pleasure reverberated off the walls of the Bar.
Her mouth hung slightly open, all coherent speech now lost to her, as the pressure builds towards her orgasm, and then, in a moment, as her hips bucked off the bar onto his fingers once more.

"I know you're close, Alice. you can't cum without my permission. Beg me to cum, and I'll let you!"

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him strangely, but the lust was so strong in her, she needed to cum desperately, and he damn well knew it!

"Beg for it!"
He demanded, all the while his fingers never stopped moving.
She locked her gaze with his for just several moments before lowering her eyes, and saying barely above a whisper:
"Please, Daniel, let me cum!"

He nodded, no words necessary - and in barely another second, the oncoming wave crashed over her, as her climax hit – hard.
Wave after wave of tension gripped her, from her very core to her toes, and she cried out again, and again, as she gasped for breath with every contraction of her lithe, young body.

Her convulsions stopped after a few seconds, and she attempted to sit upright again.
Dan held her, and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, and asked her, rather tongue in cheek:
“Was that good for you?”
He then gave her a cheeky grin, and made a point of licking his fingers, then his lips, before adding:
“Hmmmm……sweet as honey. Thank you, Alice. I think we both needed that!”
He held her for a minute or two, just listening to her breathing return to normal, and placing his hand over her heart, heedless of his cum already drying into her smooth skin, feeling her pounding heartbeat return to a more sedate pace.

He pushed gently against her chest.

“This is mine now, and this, and this, and this!”
In turn, he placed his hand over her heart again, then her mouth, pussy, and sliding it under her, against the now warm wood, placed it over her ass.

“All mine!”
He growled, before kissing her mouth savagely, making it obvious the fire she had lit within him. The taste of her intoxicating, and him not wanting this moment to ever end.

He broke the kiss, then, and placed his hands over her breasts with their fully erect nipples.
"And these too!" He smiled, before kissing her again.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Alice whimpered as she felt his tongue trace up her pussy, tasting her for the first time. She had already been wet, and then the build up to the contact had been intolerably slow, though only a few moments, and she was panting with arousal by the time his tongue finally touched her. Then he sucked on her clit, she shuddered, and then there was a shark flick, and she cried out. Her hips lifted slightly, and she grunted as she tried to hold in another cry.

The tension in her body suddenly relaxed as he stopped, and she let out what could be called a relieved sigh, but the look of loss on her face was as clear as it was in her posture as her head hung back, her chest heaving. She didn’t look down until she felt his hands on her wrists, swiftly joined by fabric as he wrapped his tie around them and secured it to the bar tap.

“Wha…”

She was too hot and too turned on to fight, or to argue, and besides, he had already dove back between her legs and her back arched as his tongue entered her, and he played with her pussy lips. She pulled at the restraints, but makeshift though they were, they proved to be surprisingly secure, and refused to budge. She couldn’t escape from the dreadful, unending pleasure he was giving her.

And then he stopped, and the tension left her body once more, she lay back, barely able to hold herself upright. She heard him say something, but the word was lost in a haze of pleasure. She could barely track what he was doing anymore, the waves of pleasure simply overriding her higher functions. And then a sudden, overpowering pulse went through her, and she jerked, her hips rising clean off the bar top.

A strangled cry escaped from her throat, and again, and again, as he found her g-spot and mercilessly delivered pleasure. She could feel the climax building, rising in a great rush of pleasure and sensation, and she knew she was powerless before it.

“Danie…”

She couldn’t even finish that, and any other attempt to speak quickly dissolved and was swallowed in the echoes of her moans and cries. If she had still been capable of logical thought then perhaps she would have worried about the chances of someone hearing her, or even someone walking in, but those thoughts escaped her, and in the face of such pleasure, perhaps she wouldn’t have cared.

And then he stopped, and suddenly the world seemed to stop rotating, she felt almost weightless as the ache in her pussy insisted on satisfaction, and the waves of pleasure seemed to peak, but refused to crest.

She couldn’t cum without his permission? What the fuck was he talking about? She was tempted to argue, to tell him to fuck off and then finish herself off.

She met his eyes, the defiance in her gaze burning against the will in his, and then something made her acquiesce, she dropped her eyes from his, submitting to his will, without really knowing what she was doing or why she was doing it.

“Please Daniel, let me cum!”

And the tidal wave of pleasure that had been amassing finally hit her.

Her agonised cries of pleasure rang throughout the house, she bucked on the bar top, the tie biting deep into her wrists as she pulled at it, fighting to escape the restraints. She could barely breathe, couldn’t control her movements as her body simply overloaded until she was left limp and weak on the bar.

She struggled to sit, all the strength seemed to have gone from her body, suddenly she felt heat around her, as Dan helped her move upright and cradled her in his warm arms. She was still panting, as he stroked her cheek, but she was comforted by the touch, by the strength of his arms around her, by his presence.

“Yeah… you could say that…”

Neither of them spoke for a while, and she was content in that silence, finding herself safe and secure in his arms. He pushed against her chest gently, but still, somehow possessively.

Then he made the same gesture to her mouth, her pussy, and even sliding his hand between her skin and the wood to repeat it to her ass. Each time proclaiming his ownership. She opened her mouth to ask him exactly what he meant by that, but before she could speak he had silenced her, locking his lips over her own, kissing her fiercely, possessively. She couldn’t help but return it.

She bit her lip as he pulled away from her, then placed his hands over her chest, cupping her breasts once again, disregarding the cum he had covered her in.

“I…?”

She was silence once more by a kiss, but she wasn’t going to remain silent forever, and she pulled away from him this time. She was hesitant, unsure of what he might do, of whether she should break the moment. Eventually her confusion and will won out.

“I… what do you mean? Yours?”

 

[DanFS]

As Dan reached over the bar, and retrieved a pair of scissors, to cut his tie loose from her wrists.
He massaged the red marks on her skin firmly, rubbing them until the soreness had gone.
“Alice.” He said quietly, as he looked into her eyes.

“I have been seeking you for many years. You are my unicorn. That impossibly rare woman, who will submit to me on every level. That doesn’t mean you will become a mindless or will-less idiot. It means you will allow me to take responsibility for you emotionally, financially, and yes, sexually. I still want you to graduate from University. I will sponsor you. In fact, I must insist that you achieve an honours degree, nothing less will be acceptable to me. If your interim reports indicate under-achievement of this goal, I will be forced to punish you. Is that clear?”

He looked away for a second, wondering if he had gone too far, before looking back into her eyes. Was she still looking at him?

He continued:
“I can take you to places you’ve only dreamed of, and show you pleasures beyond comprehension. I want to claim you as my own - all of you - but I need you to agree to it freely.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, then stood, and walked behind the bar and got a clean bar towel, and started to wipe her chest clean, of his drying emission. His softening cock bobbed as he walked, and as he gazed at her again, it started to rise once more.

“I understand that you would of course have to return to Uni, and I would make sure you had everything you needed. You would have no student loan, no loans at all, in fact. I would pay you a monthly allowance, and there would be a job here, with me in every holiday.”

He took a deep breath, understanding that it was a lot to drop on her in one go, but he felt so strongly about her, he felt he had to do it.

“Will you be mine, unconditionally, at least until you graduate? Accept this symbol of ownership, this makeshift collar. If you agree, I will buy you a much prettier one, befitting of your beauty.”

They both stood there, naked, as he completed the loose knot at her throat, in the silence as he waited for her reply.
Whichever way she chose, he would take her home tonight.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Alice was relieved to be released, as much as because she was confused as because the makeshift bindings had caused her some discomfort, particularly when she had been tugging and straining at them. He was rubbing her wrists now, soothing them, and before long the pain was gone, or at least fading, as the redness did. She fell silent as he spoke; it seemed intense, that whatever might come next was of great importance to him.

She was silent, and almost impassive as he spoke, though her surprise and astonishment was mounting rapidly. He wanted her to… submit to him? To… become his? But in return he would care for her in almost every way…

She was confused, still not entirely sure what he meant, what he intended…

“Punishment?”

She was curious what that would entail, and her mind was suddenly filled with the thought of him taking him over her knee, his hand meeting her flesh, the sound of impact sharp and loud as she whimpered. Her eyes widened at the thought as she felt a flush of heat from between her thighs.

She was still looking him squarely in the eyes, unable to tear her gaze away from his, and when he leaned forward to kiss her she realised she had been holding her breath. As he moved away that breath escaped in a rush, and she took a few gulping breaths of air.

She stared at the floor in confusion, not sure what to make of his offer, his request. He wanted her to submit to him. Like a slave? She didn’t know how she felt about that, if she liked the idea of… of ‘belonging’ to him. Although, when he had pushed her down to her knees, when he had told her to suck his dick, and when he had forbidden him to cum without his permission… It had seemed, somehow natural, and she couldn’t deny that she had just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.

And financial security, no loans, she would receive an allowance, and a guaranteed job every holiday with him here. It was the offer of a lifetime… but was it worth the cost? Could she deal with the cost?

Then he tied part of the tie around her neck, and, already, she felt… owned. Not in a bad way, she felt safe, protected, and valued all at once, and she knew that was because of the man stood before her, naked.

“I… ummm… ok… I mean yes…”

 

[DanFS]

Dan leaned in and kissed her again, holding both her small hands in his.
“So beautiful.” He whispered. “So beautiful!” He leaned up, and touched his forehead to hers, and just held her.
When he leaned back – his eyes were brimming with tears.

“I need you to be sure!” He gasped, as he looked through his tears into her eyes.

He still had her hands in his and he brought them to his mouth and kissed them.
“You need not fear anything in life. I will protect you, I swear! You will be more precious to me, than all of this!”

He released her hands to gesture with his arms held wide.

“I will treat you like a Queen, when we are seen by others. In private I will expect you to be and do whatever I say. I will do things to you, which I hope you enjoy, and if not at first, you will grow accustomed to them."

He paused, for both breath and composure.

"If you make a mistake, whilst you are learning to be my ‘slave’, as some would say, I will punish you, but that will not be to inflict discomfort just for the sake of it.
NO – this will be to help you learn and remember those lessons. I expect you to please me. IN ALL THINGS.”
This last sentence was said more gruffly, as his voice cracked with emotion.

He reached out again, and pulled her to her feet.
Then he repeated his gesture of claiming her heart, her mouth her breasts, her pussy, and lastly, her ass, with his hands, but this time, after he placed his hands upon each part of her, he kissed it, then whispered "Mine".

He took a deep breath, and making sure his gaze locked with hers said:
“I have never bared my soul to another as I have to you, now.”

He wanted her to know how difficult this is for him to admit. He knew he had distinct and special needs, certainly many in polite society would frown upon them, but he knew who he was.

"Now – if you are truly sure, in your heart, that this is what you want. Come and kiss me freely. Show me you are mine!”

He held his arms wide and left himself open, vulnerable to her. She could either save him, or strike at his heart.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Alice was shocked at Daniel’s reaction, she had expected happiness at her affirmative, but not this. He looked ready to cry, and as he held her hands his grip tightened. You kissed them words still pouring from his mouth with more than simple feeling, it was if everything he might never have expressed over his life had been bottled up, and only now was it beginning to overflow the dam.

She was slightly surprised at his sudden movement, but she didn’t move, simply staring wide eyed at him as he spoke, until eventually he paused, the torrent of words finally slowing. He took a deep breath, and visibly calmed himself, returning more to the controlled man he had been only moments before.

She listened quietly, perhaps a little intimidated by his words, by his promises of punishment should she make a mistake, or, she supposed, should she misbehave. Intimidating it might be, but she couldn’t deny that the threat, or the promise of punishment made her wet, made her suddenly very aware of the burgeoning heat between her legs.

This time there was no confusion this time as he once more claimed each part of her, this time with a kiss as well, and a slight breath and a moan escaped her lips as he kissed her pussy, and her breasts. It was clear that this meant a great deal to him, that he had exposed his deepest darkest secret to her with his request, and she understood, society, as she was part of, did not approve of the kind of relationship he was proposing.

Then he flung his arms wide once more, inviting her in. She hesitated, knowing that now, even with her makeshift collar, even with what she and he had done, had said, now was her last chance to back out properly.

She didn’t.

She stepped forward to him, letting him fold his arms around her, let him make her secure and safe once more as their lips locked together.

“I’m… I’m yours, but… I should go home first, my parents would find it weird if I didn’t come home tonight… they’d worry.”

 

[DanFS]

Dan was so relieved when she leant into his arms and kissed him deeply. He returned that kiss with just as much passion, finally holding the woman he had sought for so long!

As she said about getting home to her parents, he nodded in understanding. Of course, they would worry, if she didn’t come home, or at least call!

“Shall we clean up first, and then I’ll take you home?”
He offered, smiling, as she leant back, and they looked into each other’s eyes once more.

She gave the slightest of nods, still seemingly a little overcome by what had just happened.

He packed their clothes into a spare bag, from behind the bar, took her hand and led her to the first ‘Apartment’, which was only twenty yards from the bar. They dashed across the still warm tarmac, and thankfully, no-one saw them!

He opened the door, and ushered her inside before locking it behind them.
“This is my Apartment, for when I have partied too much, and don’t want to damage anything in my house, by being clumsy!”

He grinned, before leading her through to the bedroom, and the larger-than-usual, hotel-style en-suite bathroom, although this one had a double walk-in shower, with several jets which could be angled in different directions.
He leaned in and turned on the water, and waited for it to warm up.
As he waited, he leaned over and kissed her again, holding her to him, feeling her warmth against him, her breasts nestle against his chest.
He could not recall a time he felt happier, for many years.
He kissed her neck, soft, gentle butterfly kisses, making her squirm and smile as his lips tickled her sensitive neck.
Once there was a little bit of steam coming from the shower, he led her under the hot spray and encouraged her to turn around to get completely wet.
Then, using a soft cloth, and some moisturising body wash, started to wash her face, shoulders, breasts, stomach, and skirting her pussy, down her legs before gently turning her around and washing her back, from top to bottom, as well.
He washed her ass, and then kissed it making her flinch slightly, at the unexpected contact, and then he grinned again as she giggled, a really carefree, girlish sound which brought a rush of blood to his cock.
Only then did he wash her pussy, and he seemed to be very thorough, but after a few moments it was obvious he was trying to turn her on too.

He opened a bottle of gentle shampoo, and whispered:
“Let me wash your hair.”

He gently ran his fingers through her wet tresses, and massaged the sweet smelling foam into them, massaging the strands, and loving the feel of her warmth against him again, under the spray.

Once he was satisfied he had done a good job, he asked her how it felt.
She turned back towards him, and smiled.
That smile said more than any sentence.

He handed her the body wash, and cloth, and opened his arms.
“Do me?” He asked.

She laughed, and his realisation of his suddenly unwitting innuendo made him join her.

She then started to wash him, as he had her.
She obviously believed that ‘What is good for the goose is good for the gander’, because she started to tease his cock, as the final act of washing him.
He was hard already and he wanted her so badly.
As she locked eyes with him, and smiled, her eyes sparkling with playful fun, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her away from him, before stepping in behind her and nestling his hardness between her soft, firm ass cheeks.

He felt her wet pussy, as he nudged forwards, and as she reached down and back to open herself to him, he gently slid inside her, in a slow, smooth stroke, until she had taken almost all of him.
They both moaned in pleasure ‘Aaaaagh’ together.
He kissed her neck and shoulders as he started a slow, easy rhythm, and his hands seemed to naturally find their way to her breasts, were he teased her nipples to erection, and they move gently together, with her facing the tiled wall, rocking onto each other.

At one point he stopped completely buried within her.
“All mine!”

He growled softly into her ear, to which she gasped, and he thought he heard her whisper “Yes!” In reply.
He then started to stroke a little faster than before, but still steadily, savouring this time with her.
They stayed that way for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other, before Dan‘s rising ardour took over.
He gradually increased the tempo, until he was pounding in and out her and she was having to hold herself away from the wall.
He reached down with one hand and teased her clit, as he fucked her, and after few short moments buried himself in her as far as he could, and felt her quivering around his cock, as she cried out, and he shot rope after rope of hot cum inside her.
They stayed locked together for a couple of minutes, regaining their breath, before he pulled out of her.
He turned her around and kissed her again – hard. All the while, the hot spray was cascading over the two of them as they stood locked in a kiss, their passion overflowing - and he washed her once more then himself, and then leant out of the shower to grab fresh towels, whilst she turned off the water.
He wrapped her up in the soft warmth of the huge white towel, and helped her step out, so she didn’t slip.
He wrapped himself in a similar towel, and stepped out after her.

He briskly towelled her dry, and when she felt ready, and said she’d see him outside, he smiled.
“Hairdryer’s in the second drawer, if you want it. There’s a fresh brush in there too. Bring some of your things with you tomorrow, as I’m sure you’d rather have your things when you stay over.”

He dried himself and could hear her drying her hair, and when he rejoined her, she was sat on the bed, still wrapped in the towel, and brushing her gleaming brown locks, whilst firing hot air through them.
Her hairstyle was slightly more curled than before, but she still looked ravishing when dressed again.
He was already dressed, and led her outside again, and to his car garage.

He proudly showed her his collection. Several gleaming cars of different styles were on show.
He owned a classic black Aston Martin, a silver Audi R8 Spyder, a British Racing Green Jaguar XFR, a dark grey Mercedes S Class, a stereotypical red Ferrari 458, and a mid-blue TVR Griffith roadster.
Lastly he pointed out a Copper Brown coloured Range Rover.

“How would you like to travel home, My….little one?” He asked her.

On the way he tried to put her at ease, and as he pulled up outside her house, he reminded her:
“Don’t forget…9am tomorrow, and we’ll go riding, and get to know each other a little better!”
He kissed her goodnight, then said simply:
"Thank you!" before she got out of the car, and he watched her get inside safely, before driving off.
The drive home was a blur, and he slept soundly, all night.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Alice wasn’t entirely sure how to process recent events, even her decision seemed so far away, as though it had been made by someone not quite her, and she didn’t understand why. She was aware of what was happening though, as she slowly came down from the strange high she was on. Fortunately it was still there as they dashed through the open space before the apartment, she wasn’t sure that she still could if she hadn’t been in such a heady mood.

“Oh.”

She looked around the room, it was not dissimilar to the one he had already shown her, albeit with a few personal touches this time, it looked as if, though someone didn’t live here, they at least cared a little for the place. He led her through to a bathroom that was far more impressive than she had expected considering the size of the place. What she was greeted with she would have expected in the House, but not here. It was a double sized, walk-in, multi-jet power shower.

She felt safe in his arms, even returning from her high, she felt that he was protecting her, nothing had changed now that she had come down, except that everything felt more real and less like a dream. She nuzzled her head into the hollow beneath his chin, loving how she fit almost perfectly into the shape made between his chest and chin. Then he moved, his lips going to her neck, and she couldn’t help but try, playfully, to escape as the sensation tickled her.

She followed him into the shower, and spun beneath the water, revelling in the hot, pounding spray coming from all directions. She shuddered gently as he started to wash her, not through disgust, merely through a relaxing of tension in her muscles, as she enjoyed the soothing movement of the cloth over her skin.

Then a surprise, his lips on her ass, she flinched away in surprise, and to her embarrassment couldn’t suppress a giggle. She flushed, but quietened as he stood behind her, reaching in front with the cloth between her legs. At first it was simply gently washing her, but then as he continued, and she felt a flush of heat, and wetness beyond that of the shower.

She murmured wordlessly and appreciatively as he ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as he worked the shampoo up to a lather It was hugely therapeutic, and she felt remarkably relaxed considering the situation, here she was in the shower with a man, naked. A man she had just met.

He opened his arms wide, presenting his growing cock proudly forwards, and asked her, “do me?”

She realised what he could mean, and laughed, knowing he meant that far more innocent interpretation, her laughter was soon joined by his as he caught onto the accidental joke. As he had washed her, she returned the favour, cleaning his back and legs, his arms, savouring the moment as she slowly soaped his chest.

She began to move the cloth in small circles, each one a little closer to his groin. When she reached it, she slowly cleaned around his cock, cleaning his balls, then finally moving the cloth to the shaft itself. She wrapped her fingers around it, through the cloth, and slowly stroked up and down, massaging it. He was as hard as he had been before, in the bar, if not harder, and she tore her eyes away from it in time to meet his gaze.

His hands, once more firmly, but gently, turned her around. He stepped in behind her, and she felt his hardness come to rest between her buttocks, Alice reached down between her legs, her fingers traced the head of his cock for a moment, then she spread the lips of her pussy as she shifted her legs apart.

He entered her smoothly, and she felt him slowly sliding in as they moaned in a chorus of pleasure. He began to thrust gently, and she began to rock in time with the rhythm he established. His arms once more crept around her, and she was delighted as they found her breasts, his fingers traced around her nipples, and she gasped as one hand pinched a nipple.

He thrust as deep as he could considering their position and growled into her ear,

“All mine!”

She moaned, and in her pleasure whispered back, “yes… yours…”

For a while they simply continued moving in rhythm together, a little faster, but still fairly slow. Slowly however, the speed of Dan’s thrusts increased, he pushed her forwards, grabbing her by the hips as he increased the speed and power of his movements. She almost fell, and put out her hands to the wall, pressing them flat to hold her up right as Daniel pounded her. Alice knew she was close, but as he reached in front of her to tease her clit she could only hope that he was close too. It seemed that her hope was validated in the end, he pulled her back upright and thrust all the way as his cock started to jerk and she quivered and moaned on his dick.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, still impaled on his cock, her back to his, but eventually he pulled out of her and turned her to him. She met his kiss with one of her own, and they stood together, his softening cock trapped between them.

“I guess it’s lucky I’m on the pill…”

He dwarfed her in the enormous towel, and helped her out of the shadow before swiftly drying her off.

“I’ll see you outside?”

By the time he joined her out there she had already wrapped herself once more in the towel, and was in the process of drying her hair. She smiled at him as he entered, then went to the bag containing her things. She dressed quickly, though her panties went in her bag, they were still damp from her excitement less than an hour ago. Then he took her to the garage.

He had pointed out the entrance to her before, but they had not gone in, and she could not understand why. Her jaw almost dropped as she surveyed the cars contained within, though she knew she should not be surprised by now.

“It has to be this one…”

She had stopped next to the Jaguar, her hand had been trailing along its side. She was however, indicating the Range Rover.

“I think turning up in anything else might attract too much attention really.”

Her parents had wondered why she was home later than they had anticipated, but when she told them she had the job they forget their worries. She went to bed, but unlike Daniel, her new lover, she did not sleep well, too eager for the next day to start.

Though she was rubbing sleep from her eyes, she was still present at the front door of the mansion at ten minutes to nine.

 

[DanFS]

Dan awoke, and lay in his bed, savouring the memory of yesterday with Alice.
From their first meeting, to her ‘audition’, in the Home Cinema, followed by her submission to him, his claiming her both with his hands and mouth in the Bar, and sexually, in the Shower.

He could have asked Chef to prepare him a huge breakfast, but he didn’t want too much.
He picked up the ‘phone and rang the Kitchen.
“Morning, Chef. Something light, please….maybe fresh fruit and some mushrooms, toast and bacon, please?"
He showered and dressed, in his horse riding gear, and went through to enjoy his breakfast.
After he had eaten and drank his customary glass of orange juice and cup of coffee, he checked the time.
Quarter to Nine. Alice would be here soon.
He checked his riding boots, and slipped them on, before pacing nervously. Olga nearly bumped into him, and he said to her.
“Ahhh. Olga. Miss Alice who came about the job yesterday, will be working with me, and she will be here any minute.”

“Yes, Mr. Dan.” She said, and smiled, not mentioning he looked really anxious.
After a second or two, she added.
“Perhaps I should show her to your Office, when she arrives, so you can catch up on the morning news?”
Dan had just started reading the first article when his Office door opened and in walked Alice, already dressed for riding. He was slightly surprised, as he hadn't heard her knock.
His smile was so wide it almost split his head in two.

“Alice! Good Morning! I see you even managed to get us good weather! Would you like something to drink, tea, coffee, juice?”

He approached her, and kissed her deeply.
“Mine!” He whispered in her ear, as he playfully nibbled her neck.

Went to the corner of his Office and fixed her drink himself.

“We should have a good morning’s ride. Goddess is eager to get to know you, and seems ready for a good run. I hope you two will get along OK?”
He smiled, then added:
“I will ride Meteor. He is Goddess’s brother and just as swift, but a little more temperamental. Nonetheless, I hope we will have a good ride today! Once you’ve drunk your drink, we’ll go to the Stables.”

Once, ready, he escorted her to the horses.

As they strode across the Yard, her eager to see Goddess again, and he keen to ogle her ass in the tight jodhpurs & riding jacket she wore, her chestnut locks flowing out over her shoulders.
As they got to the Stables, Dan handed her an apple just like last time, and took one for himself, and they each gave them to their respective horses.
A young girl, only about seventeen, came over.
“Miss Alice, I’m Kelly, I’m looking after you and Goddess today.”
She held out her hand, and when she smiled, she suddenly blossomed into a beautiful petite blonde. She was built strong, but then she loved to work with horses.

Kelly helped Alice into the saddle and Dan went and took Meteor from Ian, the groom from yesterday.
As Dan looked across at Alice, he could see the obvious excitement and pleasure already showing on her face.
He trotted over and asked her:
“Ready?”
She nodded, and they trotted out of the Yard together, Dan leading her over to the open fields at the side of the estate.
“You lead, Alice. I want to see how accomplished a horse-woman you are. Don’t worry about me-I’ll keep up.”
Goddess seemed to want to run, really run, and show this woman astride her what she could do too.