Tangled Web - (Closed for Chris2c4u)

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

My thanks to Chris for sharing this story idea with me.
It's our contribution to the "baddest baddie" competition:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=258669

We hope you enjoy reading along.
Comments via PMs or to the competition thread only please.

Thank you
Mari x



Melissa Sanderson - (Mel / Misha)


Melissa sat with a fixed smile on her face. All around her the ladies chatted enthusiastically whilst she watched in detached fascination as they picked venues, flowers, bridal cars and mentally dressed the tables, the church and Melissa herself.

Biting back a sigh, Melissa forced a smile at the most recent comment made by some politician’s wife who was seated beside her mother. Silently she pleaded for release as she caught her mother’s eye, but it was to no avail. She had definitely NOT missed her mother’s little gatherings and fund-raisers whilst she had been in England. Her initial horror at being sent away to such an uncivilised place had quickly given way to fascination and excitement at the sudden freedom she had gained. Her parents had thought that travel would widen her horizons, open her eyes to new cultures and basically complete her education. Well, Mel had certainly done all that and more.

Her parents had been horrified at her decision to stop over there. It was all too far away for their little girl. Her mother had pleaded for her to return and even threatened to cut off her finances, but of course as ever, it was her father’s voice of reason that had won through, which meant that, as ever, Melissa had gotten her own way entirely.

Of course there had been visits: Met with coldness from her mother and warm effusiveness from her father. Though neither of her parents could argue with the fact that she “looked well” or deny that she had a “healthy glow” about her! Perhaps if they’d realise just what had made live so interesting for Melissa they would have reacted much more strongly than the token resistance they had shown so far!

And so it was … that Mel had spent her early and mid-twenties over in England. “studying and making connections” according to her parents and of course that was right, although Mel suspected, many of her “connections” had not been in the form her parents had actually intended!

Struggling to suppress the sudden laughter that threatened to bubble up and pour over, Melissa hastily put her china cup down with an impolite clatter. She intercepted her mother’s disapproving look with an apologetic smile and took the opportunity to rise and attempt to make a dignified exit.

”Mother … do you mind if I get going … I promised James I’d ring him … he’ll want to discuss wedding plans too …?”

Her voice was deliberately breathless with anticipation. She cast a pleading look around at the assembled gathering and felt the communal “ … ahhh … “ as they indulged in the romance of the now long distance engagement.
Given the excuse had met with general approval, Melissa’s mother rose and embraced her carefully.

”Of course not, darling. Such a shame James couldn’t come over with you … “

Already she had turned to her assembled audience, dismissing Melissa’s presence instantly.

”Of course James couldn’t just drop his work … so much responsibility … yes … yes 35 and already .. well they call it solicitor over there … yes … Melissa is 32 … but they’ve been courting since she was in her 20s … “

” just … 29 to be precise … “ Melissa thought with amusement as she beat a hasty retreat hearing her mother’s laughter tinkle out. Even her mirth, like everything about her was artificial … manufactured … and carefully presented Mel thought resentfully as she made her way out to her car.

At least she had finally been forgiven. With a wedding in the offing, Melissa had finally redeemed herself in her mother’s eyes. In both her parents’ eyes Mel mused as she pulled out into the traffic and made her way downtown to her apartment. Even though her father was never openly critical, she could tell that this wedding was a relief to him! She had been single, independent and Mel considered … happy … for too long … Getting married was expected … long over due … for both her and James … He needed a respectable wife and she … needed the security … for appearance sake … after all … she couldn’t continue to live the life she had led in London, much as she would like to …

The image of her fiancé danced in her thoughts as Mel made her way home.
She was pleased that her mother was pleased and especially pleased that her father approved and was relieved … It was already 4 O’ clock by the time she parked her car and made her way hastily up to her place.
She did a quick calculation. It would be midnight back in England.
James had said to phone late … but would he still be up and around … ?
Mel picked up the phone and hit the quick dial number.
She held her breath and listened to the ringing and then heard the click of connection.

”James… thank… “

She broke off in exasperation as the answer phone kicked in.
Annoyed with her mother for keeping her talking so long and annoyed and James for not picking up, Mel sat through the answer phone spiel that gave out office and mobile numbers for cases of emergency and that she knew better than to ring.
Finally the tone sounded.

”James … it’s Misha … “

She announced using his pet name for her.

”I … “

She hesitated, not quite knowing what to say.

”You know I hate these things hon … damned machines!
Anyhow … things are Ok here … well Mom’s driving me mad already … twittering on about weddings … but … thank God for Dad … at least I know he’ll make sure we have just what I want.”

She sighed and pulled the photo from the bedside cabinet.

”Guess you’re in bed … you’d best not still be working … I know it’s important but … “

James was certainly “dedicated” to his job and actually enjoyed what he did … but once they were married … she knew her dad would make him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

”I miss you, James … Phone me … soon… love you … “

She told him automatically as she hung up and sat staring at the telephone.

Commercial law was so much easier and joining the “family business” made so much more sense. She hoped James wouldn’t take too much persuading.
He got on with her father and she knew daddy would handle the deails.
In time … she was sure he could be persuaded … and if not ....

Impatiently she pulled off her summer dress and quickly unclipped the stockings and then the other lingerie she wore.
She would take a shower and then she would phone her father.

Pausing only to scoop her long blonde hair up into a high pony tail, to avoid it getting too wet, Melissa grabbed up her towel and made her way to the ensuite.
Daddy would sort things out for her … he always did …


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[chris2c4u]

Ryan Bayliss

"Oh my God you actually had it done," Connie squealed. "What sort did you get then?"

Ryan smiled his lopsided grin as he strolled into his office and replied to his PA, "a very tasteful one thank you."

They were referring to his new pierced ear and its ring, currently hidden under protective tape for a few more days before being unveiled to an office which he knew would find it quite amusing that someone of 44 should suddenly want an earring.

"Yes?" Connie probed wanting as much information as possible to spread to the other PA's.

He shrugged. "Gold, thin, small," he offered. She rolled her eyes; it wasn't the same talking to men about jewellery. Still, that should be something to maintain her place in the gossip pecking order for a few days.

"Now then minion, what mighty tasks do I have to perform today to keep the world of celebrity gossip publishing turning steadily on its axis?"

Connie sniffed. "Minion indeed. All your to-do lists have been uploaded to your computers. The usual except that his high and mightyness The Sansderson-Meister has added something to the AOB of the strategy meeting today, some personal item or other."

"The Big Cheese after more free publicity for one of his schemes I shouldn't wonder," Ryan said conspiratorially about the CEO of World Magazines. "Wonder what this one is? Saving pandas by farming them for meat perhaps?" Connie smirked and handed him his snail mail.

Ryan walked slowly into his private office sitting in his deep leather swivel chair and turned on his computer while checking through his mail.

The picture randomly chosen from his family album by the computer as his wallpaper that day made him smile as he saw Siobhan holding the hands of their twins, daughter Karen and son Andrew on a trip to Wales, several years ago. The battlements of Caernarvon castle reminded him of the wind that day as he fought to focus on them. There was a memory of the taste of fish and chips before his reverie was broken

Now both children were 18, were starting university; maybe it was that which had made him start to muse about the direction his life was going and others to begin to notice the changes to the easy going sub-editor. Dress code was non-existent in the office but Ryan had always favoured smart casual; now though he was wearing a white GAP tee-shirt with a blue cheesecloth shirt over it and faded pale blue jeans. He excused himself the sandals because it was late Spring.

Glancing at the screen again he blanched a little as he noticed a shortcut that shouldn’t be there. The link to the adult personals site was quickly removed with a click of the mouse. He was getting careless. No doubt he could have come up with an excuse for it – they could link to any site they liked at the office; celebrity gossip could lead anywhere and research was research. But this wasn’t professional, this was private. Very private.

Again he came face to face with the desires that had been gathering momentum now for months, now that the children – young family – had flown the nest. Mechanically he did some basic tasks while his mind churned on the difficulties he had been grappling with, telling no one of the changes he had been feeling, the needs unexpressed.

Of course he knew what was at the base of it; he and Siobhan no longer made love. It wasn’t that they no longer loved each other, they did. There were so many ways he loved her; the way they made each other laugh, with a mutual appreciation for silliness, their walks in the country near where they had their escape from the city home. It was just – they had gotten out of the habit of the physical side; it wasn’t her favourite thing to do anyway, he’d always known that so they did it less and less until they stopped. He did still love her, wouldn’t be without her but – the dark thoughts reared again – was it as simple as needing some release?

So there were the sessions with the pornography on the net. Then maybe chatting to women online, none of it enough as the desire began to grow, the desire to touch a woman’s skin, to taste her, smell her, feel her.

He was scared though, he didn’t know how to do those sort of things and of course he desperately didn’t want to betray Siobhan. She would probably understand if he asked her, probably allow him to come back into the marriage bed (the discussion had been short really that they should have separate rooms so they could work late if they wanted too; they were both night owls. As a writer she always laughed and blamed her midnight scribblings on the muse). It would be such a Victorian situation though, he would be using her as his release, her pleasure minimal; she had never asked of it from him, never missed the – yes, she would probably call it the “dirty deed.”

He sighed as the computer told him it was time for the strategy meeting, the review of the next three or four months in the publishing cycle, seeing what needed tweaking and what could be changed or improved.

The meeting room smelt of coffee; there was the obligatory Power Point presentation on figures to do with circulation and how to improve sales in Outer Mongolia or some such place that only two people understood and only one was interested in before they began to move down the agenda to less statistical matters. When the opening as youth editor was mooted Carl, Ryan’s best friend on the magazine of course immediately suggested Ryan. “Look, he’s even re-invented himself for the role,” he said causing general laughter before being hit on the head with a scrunched up copy of the agenda from Ryan’s bowling arm.

“OK children settle down,” Linda, the editor brought a semblance of order as they reached the matter that had been added by the CEO.
“Some of you may know – after all this is supposed to be a mag that keeps up with the gossip of celebs and various public notables – that Melissa the darling daughter of our esteemed Chairman is getting hitched later in the year. And to some high up lawyer. And he’s a Brit. So, it has been “suggested” that we might be interested in printing a few piccies of the wedding of the decade in our illustrious journal to cement Anglo-American relations, you know? OK, well Ryan I guess this is in your neck of the woods so maybe I’ll just leave it with you to dig up a bit about her in case we need to do anything beforehand. Let me know how it goes?”

Ryan nodded, “I’ll call the piece the special relationship,” he quipped though in his head he was trying to think why the name was familiar. Melissa Sanderson.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

”You did what?!?!
I can’t believe you’d … “suggest” … something like that without talking it through with me first!”

Melissa’s distress made her snap uncharacteristically at her father.

”But Mel … “

Matthew Sanderson tried to calm his distraught daughter, but she continued to protest.

”What on earth is James going to say? You know what he’s like … “

Melissa knew that her fiancé would never agree to their wedding photographs being splashed all over a magazine, even a magazine her father was responsible for!
James was so damned concerned with appearances, respectability!
That suited them both … to a point, but Melissa was finding it more and more … wearing …
She took a steadying breath. This was not her father’s fault.
He only ever wanted to do what was best for her.

”I’m sorry daddy … “

Her voice was soft, contrite, as she raised her baby blues to her father and watched him melt instantly just as he had when she was a child.
In a trice, Matt was around his desk and had his arm around her.

”It’s just that James … well … he can be ... “

Her father hugged her and made reassuring noises.

Matthew Sanderson was well aware that James didn’t think the media business was glamorous; rather from the short acquaintance with is son-in-law-to-be, Matt had gotten the impression that James believed them to be unscrupulous and unethical!
Matt had let that go, deciding that both of them needed time to get round the stereotypes that were part of their respective cultures, though, looking at his daughter’s distress now, he had yet to be convinced that James was something other than the somewhat superior and controlled academic that he appeared.

”He’ll understand Mellie … “

His tones were soothing, comforting her as he always had when she was in trouble, especially with her mother.
He so hoped that he was right.
James Burton reminded Matt of his own wife: uptight, concerned with appearances, whilst Melissa was much like himself, spirited, impulsive.
His own marriage had been … settled … but could have been so much more.
He just hoped that James would make his little girl happy!

”What about you, honey?

Matt tried a different approach. He had arranged this to please his daughter.
If she wasn’t interested in the idea, then he would drop it immediately, but she hadn’t said that yet.
All her objections had been about James.

”What do YOU think of the idea?
Wouldn’t you like to see an article all about you and James and the wedding …?”

Melissa looked up at her father as he drew away, perching on the edge of his desk to look down at her enquiringly.

”Well … I wouldn’t mind … it might be fun … and perhaps … if it were just a few pictures …
I don’t see that would be a problem … not really … “

Matt bit back his exasperation.
If Melissa wanted the article, he would do everything he could to make it possible.
Meanwhile, Melissa too was working through … possibilities …
She continued carefully, trying to gauge her father’s response as she did so.

”I suppose … that .. if there were an earlier article … pre-wedding … an interview …
if I spoke about James … made sure that the article treated his work seriously … then …
I don’t see how he could object to our wedding pictures being published … as a kind of follow up … ?“

Father and daughter nodded in understanding. Together they would engineer this.

”Sure thing sweetheart … and then … “

Matt’s mind was working as quickly as his daughter’s.

” … when your “husband” does join us in the business over here … “

His voice dropped conspiratorially as they “plotted” together.

” … that’ll make good copy too … and work very well for the company!”

Melissa’s face broke into a broad grin.
Impulsively she jumped up and hugged her father.

”I knew you’d make it right, daddy!”

She exclaimed kissing him soundly on the cheek.
All had worked to her advantage.
She knew that she, via her father, would have total control over what was published and that it had turned out to be a perfect way of taking the first steps to get James to consider the “offer” daddy was to make him after the wedding.

Laughingly freeing himself from her effusive embrace, Matthew Sanderson went back behind his desk and buzzed his secretary.

”Tell Ryan Bayliss I wish to see him right away … “

Turning back to his daughter’s curious expression, he explained.

”This is the guy who’s been assigned to cover your wedding.
I was going to speak to him today anyhow, but as things are you should meet him, talk to him, see if you think he’ll handle things the way you want.”

Melissa nodded.

”Ryan Baylis .. “

Melissa considered the name.

”We can handpick the right man for the job, though I think Bayliss should do …
He’s the solid … reliable sort … knows how to play the game… “

Melissa giggled. It was all perfect.
Whoever this man was, he wouldn’t make trouble for himself by challenging anything she, the Chairman’s daughter might want to be included or left out of the article.

”Sounds like a plan daddy … “

She responded before commenting ironically.

”Won’t mom be pleased!?”

They were still chuckling as Ryan’s presence in the outer office was announced.

 

[chris2c4u]

As things were ticking over nicely in his section Ryan had found time to trawl through the Melissa Sanderson material available electronically and had put in a request for the cutting library to have the files they held on her brought to his office.

His normal method of working on a piece with a deadline relatively distant was to read and cast around for ideas, a thread that linked the fragments of life caught in the amber of history and said something that helped people get to know the real person. And here she was. Age 10, school pictures, graduation pictures, topless on the beach pictures - St Tropez, where else?Ryan stretched looking into the eyes of Melissa Sanderson staring back from his screen.
"I don't know what it was that rang a bell Mellie," he murmured to her pixels in his soft Dublin brogue, "but this is going to be one boring story. Your Daddy isn't going to let me print anything controversial - even if I find anything controversial." He sighed and began transferring files to take home in case he wanted to carry on working later.

Of course he showed the work to Siobhan over a glass of wine that evening. She sat on the edge of the armchair he was in as he balanced the laptop on his knee and watched him scroll through someone’s life.
"She's pretty," she said as the latest picture came up. Ryan grunted as if he hadn't noticed; she diplomatically ignored this. "Bit of an ugly ducking as a kid," he said, split screening to her school photos.
"So was I," said Siobhan.
"Ah yes but then you were kissed by a handsome prince and all was well," Ryan said modestly before looking up, "well apart from that nose."
Siobhan opened her eyes innocent and wide and held her wineglass over the laptop. "I hope it's insured."
Ryan shrieked and begged forgiveness. He only had to suffer a cuff round the ear.

Next morning Ryan parked the Jaguar in the office lot and on coming to the office heard from Connie (whose next career should really be with the CIA he thought - she knew everything) that Melissa was coming in to see "Daddy" later on that day.
"Is that right?" said Ryan, thinking there must be a good chance he would meet up with her, since Big Brother AKA Matthew Sanderson would be keeping a close look at who had been assigned to the story.
He was right and later that morning Connie told him the CEO wanted to see him and should he need to clear his desk could she have the ivy plant as it would pine for the office if he took it home. Ignoring her with a sniff they both smiled as Ryan headed for the lift to the top floor wondering if the Celtic cross around his neck should be tucked into his tee-shirt.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Ryan Bayliss

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[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

Melissa turned as Ryan Bayliss was shown into her father’s office. She rose as he entered and tried not to let the surprise register on her face when she took in the appearance of the man who had been given the dubious honour of working with her.

”Mr Bayliss, I’m Melissa Sanderson.”

She introduced herself before her father could interject. Her flesh tingled as his hand encircled her own, clasping it firmly, but briefly before turning to acknowledge her father. Melissa bit back the irritation and moved smoothly to sit on one of her father’s plush leather sofas, not without giving an imperceptible nod of approval in daddy’s direction. For now, Mr Bayliss would do very well …

She sat legs crossed and seated at an angle watching Ryan appreciatively whilst her father outlined the entirety of the intended project: the interview with Melissa, the wedding coverage and then stopped short at hinting that a “follow up” story might be put his way in say 6 months time after the wedding. She caught Ryan’s eye travelling over her slim figure and wondered if he assumed the follow up might be an announcement of a post nuptial pregnancy.
Surely he couldn’t be considering if she were actually with child now!

”I’m sure that if Mr Bayliss covers the wedding as intended, we may be able to put a series of further features his way daddy … “

She addressed her father sweetly.

”Perhaps even a christening … eventually … if Mr Bayliss remains with the company that long …”

The smile was now directed away from her father and at the man sat adjacent to her. Not a flicker showed beyond that charming smile, but in one statement she had told him that babies were a long way along the line for her and that he had better keep her happy if he were to retain his job in her father’s business!

”I know that Ryan will give you just what you want Melissa … he’s very experienced … “

Melissa couldn’t hold back the lascivious smile that curved her lips at her father’s innocent words.

”Ryan ..this feature has to be … sensitively handled.
I know you’re the man for the job … brides are a bundle of nerves at the best of times … but as James is still based in the UK … “

Melissa decided that enough had been said about the sensitivity of the feature.

”Daddy … weren’t you going to take me for lunch?”

Her coaxing brought the conversation to a grinding halt.

”Wouldn’t it be a good idea of Mr Bayliss joined us … it would give him a chance to ask a few of his questions … informally … before we get down to things …officially … “

Melissa knew her father would refuse her nothing and stood in one graceful movement, expecting both men to spring to their feet in response to her request.

”Of course sweetheart … Bayliss … “

Her father rose and indicated that his employee do the same.
Melissa held back a smirk as Ryan Bayliss was summarily ordered to dine.
His reluctance to jump at her every word and his general lack of sycophantism not only amused her, but sparked her interest.
She stood as her father notified that his calls and appointments and Ryan’s be put on hold until further notice that day, taking the opportunity to ease over to Ryan Bayliss and slip an arm through his, drawing him close and turning to allow her breasts to stroke against him.

”Don’t worry Ryan … daddy only eats in the best restaurants … should make this as painless as possible for you … OK?”

She caught his expression with a mischievous grin.

”Ready honey?”

Unseen, Melissa slid her arm free of Ryan, moving unhurriedly away from him as her father’s voice interrupted them.

”Sure daddy …”

She preceded the men out of the office, walking gracefully all the better to show off the shapely navy pencil skirt and ivory silk blouse topped smartly with a co-ordinating jacket. Standing aside whilst her father called the lift, she purred softly in Ryan’s ear.

”Who knows … you might even enjoy yourself …”

Her expression gave no hint of her whispered words. Melissa put an arm in her father’s, in every way the demure and dutiful daughter, yet all the while her mind was racing.
Ryan Bayliss had proved to be a very … pleasant … surprise … sure she had teased him and had needed to put him in his place … that was a necessity …
but there was a quality there … backbone … strength of character maybe … that his demeanour only hinted at.

As she left the confines of the lift and slid into her father’s limousine, Melissa sat back in the lush upholstery and let her eyes wander lazily taking in all of Ryan Bayliss's appearance.
He must be in his 40s and yet, his eyes hinted at a quick wit and humour and perhaps something else, well hidden between that seemingly open expression.
Melissa couldn’t help but wonder just what he’d be like in bed.
The sudden thought came unbidden, but once there, she found it impossible to ignore the path her imagination was taking…
Damn.
Having a fiancé across the pond really loused up your love life.
That must be the reason for her response to this man.
How long had it been now? She was practically celibate!

Melissa could feel her cheeks burning and was thankful for the dim interior of the car.
Gratefully she accepted a glass of chilled champagne from her father’s mini bar and watched as Ryan sipped his gin and tonic, impressed once more by the individuality of his choice.
If nothing else, this was going to be an interesting luncheon!

 

[chris2c4u]

Ryan entered Matthew Sanderson's office to be greeted warmly by the object of his study for the last day or so. Here was Melissa, in the flesh. He returned her handshake and smiled warmly at her before, perhaps a little hurriedly, looking to her father.

They all sat again and Matthew explained what he wanted, including the new idea to him of a follow up story. He glanced at Melissa his eyes travelling along her shapely legs thinking that James was a lucky man, while half listening to Matthew's ideas. The old man had been out of touch with the press for so long Ryan only kept half an ear to his desires while he studied Melissa at every opportunity.

When she spoke, her accent tinged with a British flavour that made Ryan smile to himself, he listened.
"I’m sure that if Mr Bayliss covers the wedding as intended, we may be able to put a series of further features his way daddy." She addressed her father sweetly.

"Perhaps even a christening eventually if Mr Bayliss remains with the company that long."

Ryan nodded to her catching her eye. Very good, he thought, just putting me in my place. He smiled and recognised the daughter's power over her father, whose next remark caused both Melissa and Ryan some amusement.

"I know that Ryan will give you just what you want Melissa - he’s very experienced."

"Don’t worry Mr Sanderson," Ryan said, "Melissa - that is the piece - will be very sensitively handled. Your daughter and future son in law will warm the hearts of our readers," he said. He was pleased when Melissa asked about lunch and the invitation he could not get out of.

"Don’t worry Ryan daddy only eats in the best restaurants it should make this as painless as possible for you ? OK"
Ryan’s heart skipped as he felt Melissa’s softness pressed against him as she conspiratorially whispered to him.

As they stood in the ante room he again felt Melissa near, felt her warm breath on his neck. "Who knows ? you might even enjoy yourself."

He turned to whisper back, enjoying her flirting, her closeness, "I have every intention of enjoying myself. I’ve been with your Dad out to lunch before. Luckily the expense account is never mine." As a lover of fine wines he was already hoping to share a good bottle with her - he corrected himself - them.

Ryan enjoyed sitting opposite Melissa in the car as it sped through the city in the midday heat. He knew she was studying him a little more than an engaged woman might be supposed to and he revelled in it, regretting only that he couldn’t savour her elegance even more as he had to make small talk with her father. When drinks were offered he did notice Melissa seemed to shift a little uncomfortably in her seat; it couldn’t be heat not in this air conditioned luxury. Ryan stole a glance again, seeing a flush leave her cheeks as she pointedly studied the city skyline from the window.

On arriving at the restaurant Ryan disembarked the car first to offer a hand to Melissa, helping her from the seat, pleased to feel her hand in his again.

Inside he knew he would have to don one of the spare jackets that they held for customers who didn’t quite meet the dress code - that certainly covered him according to the head waiter who viewed him as somewhat lower to something stuck on a shoe, despite his company. Sanderson's reputation made them waive the requirement for a tie, which Ryan was pleased about; it did mean they didn’t get quite the best table but the view of the distant cityscape from the panoramic window was superb.

They sat and perused menus and wine lists for long moments and Ryan took every opportunity to study Mellisa’s fine face, the bone structure outlined by the diffuse sunlight. He noticed her long lashes as she scanned the menu expertly and her soft blonde hair that framed the face. He turned his attention to food and wine to suppress the feelings he was getting, the tingle in his body as he studied her.

After ordering a light lunch and a somewhat special Chablis, Ryan felt able to turn to Melissa and ask a few question, starting with wondering if she had a picture of James with her and how long they had been going out. From the amount Matthew chipped in Ryan could see that the match was perfect in his eyes and he had plans to add another corporate lawyer to the staff. But what did Melissa think?

They chatted through the excellent meal and the wine, which made Ryan sure that he would be sleeping at the office tonight as he wasn’t in a state to drive home. It was getting rather late in the afternoon when Matthew had to take an urgent call. He looked annoyed and said that he had to head back into town and that he might have to leave on business that evening. "Are you two coming back with me or shall I just send the car back later and you can carry on getting to know one another?"

Ryan glanced to Melissa, hoping she would give the answer he desired.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

Lunch had been leisurely and civilised. Ryan Bayliss had suffered himself to be put into one of those infernal jackets, though Melissa secretly thought he looked as classy as any booted and suited man she could see dining in this pretentious place.

Her thoughts drifted back to James … definitely a jacket, suit and tie man: He looked ill at ease in casuals, or at least casuals that were not totally co-ordinated, whereas Ryan.. Unaccustomed to places such as these as he was, Melissa could see that he was “at home in his own skin”. No situation seemed to faze him. Even when her father announced that he had to return to the office, Ryan did not seem overly concerned by the change of plan.

"Are you two coming back with me or shall I just send the car back later and you can carry on getting to know one another?"

Melissa smiled as Ryan glanced over awaiting her decision.

”We’ll stick around here for a while I think daddy.
I’m sure as time is flying, it would make sense to make a start on the interview proper.
Mr Bayliss seems to know exactly what we need, and I’m sure I’ll be handled very skifully …”

A quick flash of a wicked look in Bayliss’ direction was quickly replaced with demure affection as Melissa kissed her father lovingly, thanking him for a lovely lunch then watched the two men shake hands before her father finally retreated, to settle the bill and leave her alone with his colleague.

”Well … Ryan … you don’t mind if I call you that do you?
As we’re to be working so closely together.
And of course … you must call me Melissa, or Mel if you prefer … after all … I’m sure your intention is to delve into my personal life, no matter what brief daddy thinks he’s given you …?”

She met his gaze frankly, but appreciatively.

”But of course, if anything derogatory is published about either myself or my fiancé … “

She gave a little shrug of the shoulders, knowing threats were unnecessary.
He was an intelligent man and one of discretion she fancied.

”You asked for a photograph of James… I have one at home … it might be best if we go there … “

She saw him register surprise.

”I’d rather talk about my engagement in familiar and … private surroundings if you don’t mind …
I’m sure we’d get much more done with a change of venue?”

With effort, she controlled the tell-tale throb of a pulse in her neck, that alerted her to the fact that her body was far from immune to this man.
To have him in her apartment, somewhere so secluded … Melissa tried to close her mind to the possibilities her imagination suggested.

”Shall we go … it’s just a short walk from here … “

Ryan allowed himself to be led from the restaurant, exchanging a smile as he happily discarded the jacket and out into the late afternoon air.

”It’s easier if we cut through here …”

As one they fell in step, walking through the municipal park in companionable silence, until Melissa allowed curiosity to get the better of her.

”So … Ryan … you’re obviously married … ?”

She eyed his ring finger.

”Do you recommend it?”

Her gaze was openly curious and not at all derogatory.

”I always find it fascinating to see what apparently strange matches there seem to be nowadays.
James and I are so alike in many ways … “

She hesitated, then eyed him without artifice.

”And in others … so different …”

This time Melissa did not quite manage to bite back a sigh and hurriedly changed the subject.

”Do you and your wife have much in common?
I assume you have children…?”

As they chatted, they cut their way through the park, then out to the right, until they came to a neat little apartment block.

”I’m on the 3rd floor … roof top terrace … compact but suits me … “

She told him casually as they awaited the lift.

”Not as far away as England but it gives me … distance … from my parents …
You wouldn’t think I was in my 30s the way they treat me sometimes … “

She confided as the doors opened, conveniently ignoring the fact that she played up to the “little girl” image with her father, but not entirely missing the expression on Ryan’s face.

"Here we are ... make yourself at home ..."

She dropped the latch on the door as Ryan entered the pristine appartment. Cream walls, ceilings and carpet, smoky glass coffee table and dining table, upholstery in black leather: Understated and luxurious and suprisingly not overtly feminine. Melissa moved to the French windows and threw them open, letting the fragrant air waft in from the small balcony beyond.

"That's James ... in the frame on the book case ... "

She indicated taking off a jacket and throwing it over the back of a chair.

"Drink? I have a lovely Frascati ... perfect for a warm afternoon ... "

She moved through to the kitchen and took out the wine and two glasses, before returning to the room and placing them on the coffee table.

Handing Ryan one of the flutes, Melissa raised her own solemnly.

"To our future ... working ... relationship ..."

Her eyes never left his as she sipped slowly then licked her lips.

"Good..?"

She watched him stammer an affirmative and glanced downwards, wondering if she were imagining a slight tenting at the crotch. She hoped not.
Arranging herself demurely beside him, glass in hand, she nodded to him as she invited.

"OK ... so ... what do you want to know ... ?"

 

[chris2c4u]

"Well … Ryan … you don’t mind if I call you that do you?
As we're to be working so closely together.
And of course … you must call me Melissa, or Mel if you prefer … after all … I’m sure your intention is to delve into my personal life, no matter what brief daddy thinks he’s given you …?"

Ryan smiled back at her "I delve into the lives of all the people I find interesting and I'm sure you’ve led a life that will interest me and my readers," he replied. Yes, he was getting more interested in her by the second though he had to keep this professional; surely she was just flirtaceous by nature, that explained everything. It couldn't be more – he was interviewing her about her forthcoming wedding for goodness sake! Perhaps it was his recent tensions, perhaps heightened by the relaxation and the alcohol but he was certainly enjoying her physicality, her presence and she seemed to be equally enamoured of him. He reminded himself again what he thought – it was her nature, the way she used everything as an asset – her father, still clinging to the little girl in her, the business and her warnings – veiled but warnings – about what would happen if the article wasn’t to her liking.


In response to her question his journalist's mind went into gear. Now that's interesting, Ryan thought, she doesn't have a photograph of her man with her. He filed the information away as he drank the rest of his Chablis then realised what she'd suggested about where to continue the interview. What was happening here?

"I’d rather talk about my engagement in familiar and … private surroundings if you don’t mind …
I’m sure we’d get much more done with a change of venue?"

He watched her; she seemed tense, waiting for his response. "Of course,” he agreed, “lead the way."

In response to her questions about his marriage he pulled out his wallet, showing her pictures of wife and children and speaking about the recent university careers of the twins, telling her about Siobhan – well, not everything about them, not why he was walking so close to Melissa, about his desires.


"I always find it fascinating to see what apparently strange matches there seem to be nowadays.
James and I are so alike in many ways … "

She hesitated, then eyed him without artifice.

"And in others … so different …"

Again Ryan locked this morsel away and the way she seemed to bite off more words and swallow them. How could he tell her that he was already having doubts about this relationship she was getting deeper and deeper into? Was this what she really wanted with James?

Into her cool, clean apartment – everything in place. There was James, neatly filed next to the novels; was he a fiction too, another tool in her armoury? He was becoming fascinated both by the story of this woman's ability to manipulate and what exactly she wanted out of the marriage and by her as a woman who, if falsely, appeared more and more interested in him.

Taking the offered wine Ryan's gaze met hers as they toasted the work. He watched her savour the cool crisp wine, watched her swallow, watched her pink tongue caress her lips. When she broke their eye contact he saw where she looked; luckily he was able to reposition himself on the sofa to avoid her seeing how she excited him by reaching into his pocket and pull out a small tape recoder.

"I'd like to record, if you don't mind?"

She shrugged and he placed the recorder on the coffee table.

He leaned back into the leather, running his left arm along the back of the sofa, stretching it out away from her. "You know, I think I'd just like to get to know you better,” he said, glancing over into her eyes. With half a smile he began to rattle off questions that were far away from relevant to her wedding.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Who's your favourite Beatle?"

"Have you ever been to China?"

"Do you now or have you ever owned an aardvark?"

He liked her face when she laughed, it was infectious, liked the crinkle of her nose; as they laughed together and talked more about aardvarks, health care, romance….as the sun sank slowly they finished off the Frascati.

"Now this James," he finally asked, picking up his picture and bringing it back to the sofa, slipping down into his seat but this time a bit nearer to Melissa, where he could feel her warmth, "what's he really like? Tell me all," he said, emphasising each word with a tap on her skirt, on her thigh; only afterwards did he realise what he was doing.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

"I'd like to record, if you don't mind?"

Melissa hadn’t really expected him to be carrying a recorder, but then he was a professional and she realised he would always be .. prepared.
She allowed him to place the machine and switch it on … then almost instantly forgot it was there …

"You know, I think I'd just like to get to know you better,”

Her eyes met his and she felt a frisson of chemistry run through her.
Wordlessly she nodded … only to be bombarded with a volley of unrelated questions.

"What's your favourite colour?"

Red.

"Who's your favourite Beatle?"

Laughter from her and an impish reply.

”Dung … “

(She’d had enough crap thrown at her in her life to make her an expert on dung beetles!)

"Have you ever been to China?"

“Not yet … “

"Do you now or have you ever owned an aardvark?"

Laughter made THAT question impossible to answer.

”You’re crazy, you know … that’s really going to make a great article!
Daddy will give you a raise for such insight…”

She joked.

”Like I said … just trying to get to know you Melissa … “

His soft words stemmed her laughter and made her heart race.
She could think of so many ways to get to “know” this man beside her…
And so they chatted … she less than half aware of the tape still running, as she was caught up with every nuance of his expression, his laughter, the flecks of light in his eyes that seemed to drag out all sorts of confessions from her. Nothing … intimate … just a way that he got her to talk … to tell him about England, what she thought of it as a country … even boyfriends she’d had in High School, at college, though she carefully avoided talking about her personal life in England.

The empty bottle and discarded glasses lay surrounding the recorder by the time Ryan actually broached the subject that he was supposed to be interviewing her about …

"Now this James,"

She watched him move to pick up the picture and holding it between them as he sat so close to her their thighs touched.

" … what's he really like? Tell me all,"

The sensation of his touch made Melissa’s body quiver.
With effort she focused on the photograph of her fiancé as it stared out from the frame in Ryan’s hands.

”James … well … he’s 35 … intelligent … ambitious … lawyer … deals with real estate contracts, inheritance, heritage … dedicated to his job and definitely the up-and-coming face within his company … “

The description was reeled off like a resumé.

”He’s the second of three brothers … family … upper middle class, I think they’d term it in England … “

She laughed.

”All very solid, very dependable … perfect husband material …”

She shrugged and looked more intently at the picture as the recorder clicked off indicating the tape had run out.
Neither of them moved to reset the machine.
Melissa glanced over towards it and raised an eyebrow.

”Of course … all you’ve got on tape is the official version … what daddy wants to see, wants to believe … “

She moved a hand to stroke at the thigh pressed against hers, thrilling at the sensation of his muscle rippling beneath her touch.

”That’s all anyone’s interested in anyway Ryan … there’s no need to go beyond the surface … no one back here ever does … “

She ran her touch lightly upwards fleetingly grazing his crotch. Her cheeks flushed as she felt it twitch. She licked her lips and covered the now apparent bulge lightly with her hand, feeling the throbbing warmth beneath the fabric.

”MMmmmm…. Ryan….. “

She purred appreciatively, her eyes locked with his.

”Of course .. if you want to … get personal … off the record … as it were … “

She left the invitation hanging.
Eager though she was, he was the married-with-kids type and she didn’t want to overplay her hand.

”I don’t mind … if you delve a little deeper … into my private … life …
STRICTLY between ourselves of course…”

Her hand was stroking him slowly by now, her breath catching as she felt his response.
Surely he wanted her as much as she wanted him?
She moved her right leg to hook around his as she sat with her left thigh pressed against him.

”This IS what you want … isn’t it … Ryan …?”

She squeezed his imprisoned cock and moved to kiss him deeply as her fingers deftly moved the zip downwards ...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

James

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[chris2c4u]

"Now this James,"

" … what's he really like? Tell me all,"

"James … well … he’s 35 … intelligent … ambitious … lawyer … deals with real estate contracts, inheritance, heritage … dedicated to his job and definitely the up-and-coming face within his company …"

The description was reeled off like a resumé.

"He’s the second of three brothers … family … upper middle class, I think they’d term it in England … "

Ryan swallowed as he realised he had touched her so intimately; his fingers tingled as though from a static electric shock. She didn't seem to mind though, nor that they were sitting very close, sharing body heat.
Despite the pleasant fog the wine was inducing and the perfume of Melissa so very close, he couldn't help but wonder at her tone of voice. Yes, she was trying to give him something of a picture for a factual article and she didn't know if Ryan knew anything at all about him – but it was that tone. Flat. No spark. He remembered how he had effusively described his family when she'd asked about them. Why was she marrying this guy? He turned his gaze into her blue eyes, listening to her – nervous – laugh.

"All very solid, very dependable … perfect husband material …"

Solid…dependable..didn’t sound anything like what she really wanted.

As the tape stopped they lapsed into silence for a moment until Ryan felt her cool fingers stroking, gently kneading his thigh.

"That's all anyone's interested in anyway Ryan … there’s no need to go beyond the surface … no one back here ever does … "

Before he could reply he felt her hand slide firmly up to the top of his thigh. His mind whirled; he should stop this now, it was wrong in every imaginable way. But he didn't stop it. He felt her massaging his cock, feeling her fingers play through the fabric of his trousers.

"Of course .. if you want to … get personal … off the record … as it were … "

"I don’t mind … if you delve a little deeper … into my private … life …
STRICTLY between ourselves of course…"

She was offering herself to him and when she turned her body his way his hands reached instinctively for her hips feeling their soft roundness, sliding his fingers slowly across her skirt at the back. There was the unmistakable feel of suspenders under the skirt as he returned her kiss, tasting her, feeling her hair fall across their faces.

He felt her open the zipper of his trousers felt her hand reaching in, massaging his hardness as he slid a hand up the curve of her waist underneath the silk blouse. Feeling the soft hot skin with his fingertips as they played up over her ribs he caressed her breasts, feeling the lacy top of her bra. Breaking the deep kiss he transferred his lips to her neck and her ear, probing it gently with little laps from his tongue before nibbling the lobe gently.

As his fingers reached for the clasp of her bra he moaned as her expert touches built his desires ever higher. Feeling the movement from her body against his hands he explored her back taking her in his arms, covering her mouth with kisses while his left hand slid under her bra to feel the firm softness of her right breast, his thumb teasing the nipple.

He was sinking deeper into the moment into the tastes, fragrances, sensations of this beautiful woman but, like a drowning man he gasped, surfacing from her to whisper, "Mel," he groaned and moved against her, almost helplessly lost in her, "this isn't…right…" he whispered. "We..we..shouldn't…"

Unable to stop his explorations of her warm skin he fell back against her neck, nuzzling her, his lips trailing to her shoulder where he pushed the blouse away. He shouldn't. He shouldn't. But he wanted to...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

She wasn’t sure how he would respond, but when his hands moved over her skirt to mould against her thighs and ass, Melissa moaned deeply, her body thrilling at his touch. Their mouths were locked, Ryan returning her kiss as hungrily. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and flicked it delicately before plunging to explore his sensitive flesh even as his hand move to her breast and she managed to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

Gasping and breathless as their mouths drew apart, Melissa searched Ryan’s eyes seeing a mirror image of her need and lust. She cried out as his mouth went to her neck, arching as his tongue found her sensitive lobe. Oh God! It was as if this man knew just what to do to drive her crazy. She threw her head back and moaned as his arms seemed to be all around her, his hands on her breast, her nipple, her back, her hips. And all the time his mouth worked its magic on her sensitive neck and ears until she whimpered, pushing desperately against him.

"Mel,"

She responded incoherently as their bodies moulded closer.

"… isn't…right…"

His whisper brought images of her fiancé and the smiling picture of his happy little family, wife and kids. If he were so content, he would have stopped her … and as for James … there was so much he didn’t know about her needs, her experiences …

"We..we..shouldn't…"

Despite his protests, Ryan’s hands never ceased their exploration of her, his lips moving to her shoulder beginning to nudge at her blouse.
If he was expecting her to do the honourable thing and stop him, stop them making a mistake, then he was crazy.
She wanted this … wanted him … so much more than she had ever wanted anything or anyone before, she realised with a jolt.
But she was not going to take the lead. Ryan wanted her and he had to realise that.

”If we shouldn’t … then stop … “

She purred, arching her back as the blouse came away from her smooth body.

”Ummmm… “

Her hand stroked his cock smoothly, her other hand running across his abdomen, his waist, his thighs, exploring …

”This feels right … so damned right … to me … “

She gasped as his mouth moved downwards and wriggled to shed the blouse quickly.

”You want this Ryan … just as much as me … you need this … “

Her voice was soft, mesmerising as he continued to drive her body crazy.

”Tell me that you don’t … tell me that this isn’t what you’ve been wanting since we laid eyes on each other … tell me … then perhaps we’ll stop … “

She invited as her second hand moved into his trousers to fondle his balls gently whilst she continued to stroke his rock hard cock as it stood proud of his trousers.

 

[chris2c4u]

"If we shouldn't … then stop … "

She purred, arching her back as the blouse came away from her smooth body.

Ryan watched as Mel sensuously let the silk flow down her arms like warm milk, to slide from her soft, pale skin. He took in the sight of her upper body, her head bent forward letting her hair almost obscure her face, her bra hanging loose but still covering her breasts.

"You want this Ryan … just as much as me … you need this … "

He breathed, deep, steady, feeling the rhythm of her hand circling his hard cock, feeling her other hand gentle massage his balls. He watched her fingers rising and falling as she squeezed his hardness, while her other hand now searched out under his tee shirt for his skin, he jumped a little as her nails grazed his nipples.

"Tell me that you don't … tell me that this isn't what you've been wanting since we laid eyes on each other … tell me … then perhaps we'll stop … "

Reaching up in answer his hands gently pulled the bra away from her; she briefly released him to let it slide from her arms and then returned to her stroking, teasing. Ryan opened his mouth and licked her collar bone…down…the soft gentle swell of her upper breast he lapped with his tongue…down…round, avoiding the areola, tasting, probing a circling motion with his head before letting his tongue trail across to her other breast and trace in lazy circles there as his hands held her back. Soft and slow he let his mouth move to encircle her nipple, let his tongue flick the tip as he pulled back and sucked cool air across it.

As he did so he let his other hand slide up under her pencil skirt; it was tight, it pressed his fingers into her thigh as he felt the sheer fabric of her stocking. While continuing his sensuous suckling of her breasts he pushed the skirt up higher, feeling the flesh above the tops of her stockings, feeling the soft warm, roundness of her ass.

"Yes, yes," he incoherently spoke as his mouth explored her neck, her breasts. It was half in answer to her questions, half in answer to his desires at last being met. He knew he could have her, completely, could feel the desire in her too as they moved together. Pulling away a moment he reached down and pulled off shirt and tee shirt before returning his lips to her body, his hand to the warmth of her inner thigh, exposed now the skirt was bunched around her waist, wantonly...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

The offer had been made … yet as expected, Ryan merely continued his exploration of her body … his hands … his mouth … tortured her breasts, her neck so sweetly until finally his hands moved under her skirt and began to make their way sensuously up her thighs and between her legs.
Melissa’s moan was lost as Ryan cried out.

"Yes, yes,"

Melissa enjoyed a twinge of triumph. There was NO way, his needs were being taken care of at home! He was like a fasting man finally presented with a feast … and she was more than willing to be devoured and indeed had a desire which matched his appetite!

Breaking contact momentarily to rip off clothes … shirt, teeshirt, bra were all shed to lay forgotten on the floor. Melissa felt her body pulled back eagerly against Ryan’s before she could remove her skirt. He hauled it high, fitting it tightly as a belt around her hips whilst his hand moved higher against her sensitive skin and she felt her pussy clench in anticipation.

”Ohhh… uhhnn… God… Ryannnn… “

Pushed back into the plush upholstery, Ryan’s mouth were at her neck, her breasts, licking, sucking, nipping, making her cry out as their shared appetite and desire grew.

”Ahhh… ohh … “

Melissa encouraged out as his fingers made their way to graze at the edge of her panties.
She raised her hips, the skirt riding still higher, exposing her fully to his gaze.

”Ryan!!”

She called his name, her nails digging into his back where they were tracing his torso touching and stroking, urging him on. She groaned as his fingers slipped inside her panties, rocking her hips as she eagerly ground against her sex against his questing hand.

”Please … “

She implored him, gasping as he finally moved to tease her clit then trace downwards to slide one finger easily inside her.

”Ahhh!”

She cried out sharply, her body jolting as Ryan realised that the Chairman’s daughter was a very … vocal … lover.
Lowering his head, he whispered in her ear, licking it and then capturing the tender flesh of her neck as he slid two… three fingers inside her.

”God ... yesss!”

Came the ecstatic exclamation, thrilling at the way he was taking her.
She clung to him eagerly and rode his fingers, breathless and panting, her hands clawing desperately at his body as his mouth and fingers claimed her body.
Finally, when she could hold back now more, her body tensed and she came with a loud cry as a shuddering that rocked her entire frame.

”Ahhh… fuck …. “

She panted beside him as her head swam and her body quivered.
Even as her pussy rippled uncontrollably, she pulled at his hand, easing the fingers out of her and brought his hand to her mouth.
Capturing one of the fingers she sucked at it with a wicked grin, her eyes on his as she took a second digit into her mouth, working her tongue sensuously along the skin and probing that sensitive area between fore and middle finger.

Releasing his fingers with a pop, Mel licked her lips salaciously.

”Your turn lover … “

She told him huskily and began to kiss and lick her way down his body.

"Mmmm.... you taste sooo good ... "

Her eyes met his as she moves slowly taking time to awaken every fibre of him before continuing downwards to the ultimate destination.

"Ohh my... "

She exclaimed increasing both his ego and his erection.

"I am sooo hungry for you Ryan ... "

She told him as she bobbed her head and finally wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into her eager mouth.

 

[chris2c4u]

Listening to her moans turned Ryan on even more as he lay beside her, his mouth tasting, sucking, nipping her soft skin while his fingers stroked the soft fabric of her panties, feeling the wetness that had soaked into them from Mel's pussy. He moaned and pushed against her thigh with his hips glancing down her writhing body as he felt her hands on him, nails digging into his back tracing long red marks into his skin.

"Ahhh!"

He heard her cry of pleasure as he pulled the leg of her panties aside and slipped a hand gently onto the heat of her womanhood. He felt the smooth, shaved mound and slid his fingers down her slit, lingering in her juices letting them get coated before transferring them to her hard clit. He massaged her listening to her panting, her whimpers before letting his index finger slide deep into her warm tight pussy, the knuckle of his thumb still working around her clit.

He pushed his tongue in her ear before whispering, "you want more?" Her insistent rocking of her hips answered him and he slid one, two more fingers into her pussy. Gently he made a come hither motion with two of his fingers buried in her sex, massaging for her g-spot feeling how tight her inner lips closed around his fingers and he slowly began to push them in and out while still caressing her inside.

He felt her pushing harder and faster against his hand her juices flowing, coating him as he concentrated on her pleasures. As she was about to climax he bent and suckled her right nipple hard in his mouth.

"Ahhh… fuck …. "

He felt her climax, felt her pussy grab his fingers, as if they didn't want them to leave. He looked as a flush spread over her pale skin, her head back eyes closed.

>>She panted beside him as her head swam and her body quivered.
Even as her pussy rippled uncontrollably, she pulled at his hand, easing the fingers out of her and brought his hand to her mouth.
Capturing one of the fingers and sucking at it with a wicked grin, her eyes on his as she took a second digit into her mouth, working her tongue sensuously along the skin and probing that sensitive area between fore and middle finger.

Releasing his fingers with a pop, Mel licked her lips salaciously.<<

"Your turn lover … "

Ryan smiled feeling her lips on his skin watching as she moved to kiss his chest, his belly button.


"I am sooo hungry for you Ryan ... "

She told him as she bobbed her head and finally wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into her eager mouth.

"Ahhh yes, Mellll…" Ryan writhed as he felt her hot mouth surround the head of his cock. Her tongue played with his head, running around the rim, playing at the eye of his cock making him push his head back and emit a long, low moan of pleasure. He felt her hands sliding down between his thighs to lift his balls, felt her mouth leave his cock, making him groan until he felt her suck one of his balls into his mouth, then the other; he could hardly move as her tongue bathed his scrotum before she began kissing firmly up his stiffness back to the head of his cock.

He felt her sucking him harder, her head moving against him, taking him deeper as she moaned on his cock, vibrating him with her mouth. He clawed at her grunting, "Yesssss….ahhhhh"
He felt the climax, unstoppable as she opened her throat to receive his semen. Wave after wave of his orgasm made him explode into her hot mouth as she greedily ate everything he released into her.

Long, slow moments drew out. The sound of panting, breathing, sighing as they lay still. Slowly, he reached for her, pulling her back up towards him, kissing her soft mouth, tasting himself on her lips.

Then.
There was the unmistakable sound of the Monty Python theme tune coming from his discarded trousers…"God..sorry…I forgot to turn off my phone…"

Reaching down he pulled it out and looked who was calling.

The face of the phone simply said Siobhan.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

Ryan’s cries turned to moans and finally grunts of pleasure as Melissa went down on him again and again. His cock was rock hard in her mouth. She thrilled at the sensation of every twitch, every vein as he throbbed and thrusted. His balls were so heavy. She marvelled at their size, their texture as she carefully sucked and laved him before taking him deeply back into her mouth only to moan around his cock bringing him finally to orgasm, revelling in the explosion that poured into her mouth and down her throat.

"Yesssss….ahhhhh"

His release was complete, beyond his control as she devoured all her offered her.
Her limbs wrapped around him as he drew her insistently back up his body.
She wound a hand moving to his head, drawing his tongue deeper as they kissed unhurriedly savouring the taste that passed between them, breaking free at last to gasp for breath, their eyes locking in temporarily sated lust.

The phone cut through the intimacy of the moment.
The tune only remotely recognised by Melissa was comic, evoking images of family fun.

"God..sorry…I forgot to turn off my phone…"

She eased back, rolling off him onto the sofa as Ryan scrambled to reach his trousers and pull the mobile out to check the caller ID.
One look at his face and she could tell just WHO it was on the line.

”Take it, hon … “

She looked up at him from the sofa as he knelt on the floor, phone in hand.

”Just remember … I’m making you WORK … “

She saw him nod and perch at the edge of the sofa, beside her, but not touching as he hit the button to take the call.
As she heard what must be the usual greeting and dialogue between husband and wife, Melissa uncurled herself from the sofa and stood beside him making him raise his eyes to hers, as he made an effort to listen to whatever diatribe was going on at the other end of the line. With a sly grin, her hands quickly unclasped the now ruined linen skirt, rocking her hips suggestively in his direction as the material fell to the floor and she stepped out of the fabric.

”What .. uhh… no … “

She chuckled softly as Ryan made an effort to focus his full attention on the conversation in hand.
Bending Melissa pressed a kiss on his neck and whispered softly.

”Be right back … don’t be long .. “

That said, she left Ryan to make his explanations and disappeared into the kitchen crossing the room with unselfconscious ease, her slender toned body moving gracefully and swiftly. In the living room, she could hear Ryan’s voice now and again, punctuating his wife’s more extended comments. With a smug smile, she pulled out a tray and loaded it with strawberries, cream and popped a sachet into the microwave to warm the chocolate sauce. Champagne was pulled out of the fridge and flutes placed on the tray. Sauce all warmed and poured into a ramekin, she carried the tray back into the front room.

”I know .. but ..”

She felt a twinge of irritation. Ryan had had more than enough time to end the call by now. She walked deliberately in front of him, giving him a great view of her bottom as she leaned over to deposit the tray and ease the coffee table closer.
Wordlessly, she returned to the sofa, pushing at his chest, so Ryan was forced to sit back in the sofa only to have her lay with her head face up in his lap.
Laying there a mischievous look on her face, Melissa wound her hair around her finger and eyed Ryan provocatively as he tried to bring the call to a close.
Reaching across, she picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the cream before moving it to her lips to eat slooowwwlly … her eyes never leaving his.
Beneath her head she could feel his cock stirring once more. She giggled and saw the alarm in his eyes as he pleaded wordlessly with her to remain quiet.
Shrugging Melissa smiled indicating that she would be good … but she sure as hell wasn’t going to waste anymore time with Ryan’s attention elsewhere.

Reaching out once more, Melissa took a strawberry and then reached to pick up the bowl with still warm chocolate concoction. Slowly she dipped the strawberry into the thick glossy sauce and removed it slowly.
Giving Ryan her sexiest smile, she moved the fruit to her breast and began to draw a line around her sensitive nipple, until she finally topped the throbbing peak with a generous swirl of chocolate.
Again the cock beneath her head jumped.
And again, she reached out and dipped the same strawberry into the chocolate and decorated her other breast in similar fashion. Above her, Ryan was urgently trying to ring off.
She raised her hand and pushed the strawberry past his lips, forcing him to eat it rapidly in order to continue with the conversation.

Enough was enough.

As far as Melissa was concerned, the call was over.

A third time, Melissa took a third strawberry, dipped it in chocolate and cream and moved it down her body, merely grazing the skin, leaving a fine dotted trail …

He had hung up before she reached the destination between her legs.

”How do you want your strawberries served?”

She purred.

”Do you want to eat them off me … or out of me …?”

As she spoke, her hand moved, to ease the fruit inside her making her arch her back and shiver invitingly as she lay wantonly sprawled out across Ryan’s lap.

Not once did she mention his wife, or the excuses he’d needed to give.
It was of no consequence.
For now, he was hers!
Anything, anyone else was irrelevant!

 

[chris2c4u]

"Take it, hon."

She looked up at him from the sofa as he knelt on the floor, phone in hand.

"Siobhan, hi," he murmured into the phone his other hand restlessly scratching through his hair as he tried to calm his voice, tried to think for God's sake. What was she saying?

"I know, I know, I meant to call earlier. Ahh, it’s this Sanderson thing, you know? The old man had me out on the town with him and his daughter."
He laughed. "Yeah, that’s right, another expense account lunch. Too much good Chablis, now I couldn’t let that go to waste could I?"

Motion next to him made Ryan look at Melissa as she seductively rocked her hips, letting the crumpled skirt fall around her ankles in a beautiful mess.
"What was that? Sorry, bad connection here? Yes, well I was doing some work and – some of the guys decided to hit the bar - yes, I know, I'm sorry I know you worry. But I’m all right aren't I? Fit as a fiddle. Yes, I should have called you’re right."

Bending Melissa pressed a kiss on his neck and whispered softly.

"be right back ? don't be long .."

"What? No, no one here, just a bad line I said. I'm just going to crash here at the office. Yes…no…No! I mean, well there’s no point is there? No, don't drive out to collect me. I’ll be fine here. Yes, I've eaten, don't worry…"

Ryan watched as Mel walked deliberately in front of him, giving him a great view of her bottom as she leaned over to deposit the tray and ease the coffee table closer. He swallowed; suddenly his stomach churned…he wanted his wife to get off the line, wanted her out of the way, wanted to concentrate on Mel…what was she doing with that tray anyway?

The words on the phone hardly registered any more. "Yes, we have to sort out that money for the kids, I know; hey I’m not away for months here, I'll be back tomorrow. What?"

Ryan was forced to sit back in the sofa only to have Mel lay with her head face up in his lap. Laying there a mischievous look on her face, Melissa wound her hair around her finger and eyed Ryan provocatively as he tried to bring the call to a close.

"Melissa? Oh, she's…got a story to tell all right." He looked into her eyes, caught the tiniest hesitation in her finger wrapping her beautiful hair around it. "Though in our mag it'll be just as her Daddy wants it. Just the surface, that's all. But you know me. I have to get under the skin of everything. You never know – there might be something."

Reaching across, she picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the cream before moving it to her lips to eat slooowwwlly, her eyes never leaving his.
Beneath her head she could feel his cock stirring once more. She giggled and saw the alarm in his eyes as he pleaded wordlessly with her to remain quiet.

“Well, sweetheart, I'd better get on, then get to bed. "another bar? Well it's just me and what passes for the night owls here now, even though it's just the evening…this isn’t the New York Times, we don’t man the desks 24/7." He was pleased she laughed, sensed her relaxing on the other end of the line.

Ryan watched as Mel decorated her breasts with chocolate sauce, felt his trapped cock twitching against her blonde hair, watched her amused smile at his wriggling attempts to free it to rise as he tried to concentrate on the phone call.

"Yesh, I shknow," he said in a muffled voice as he was forced to swallow a half chewed strawberry. "Mmm? Odd sounds? Bad line baby."

A third time, Melissa took a third strawberry, dipped it in chocolate and cream and moved it down her body, merely grazing the skin, leaving a fine dotted trail.

Ryan closed his phone as she reached the softness of her naked mound.

"How do you want your strawberries served?" She purred, ”do you want to eat them off me? or out of me?”

As she spoke, her hand moved, to ease the fruit inside her making her arch her back and shiver invitingly as she lay wantonly sprawled out across Ryan's lap.

Looking down at her nude, decorated body he leaned back against the sofa, his close examination of her nakedness dissipating the recent call from his mind. For long moments he sat back, watching her smile seductively, knowing she would wait for him to respond.

He reached down with his right hand and let the nail of his index finger trail from under her jaw, over her throat, down, down between her firm breasts, feeling her chest bone then the softness of her abdomen as he reached her navel and ran his fingertip around it a few times, then swiling inside, then trailing lower. He made tiny zig zags as he approached her mound then veered off down her left inner thigh.

Stroking her soft, hot skin softly, gently, rhythmically, he finally replied in a near whisper, "I like strawberries, especially when they’re coated with honey. First though I have an aperitif."

Gently he wriggled free of her head and knelt against the sofa again admiring her body his cock hard against the leather as he bent and kissed her lips, probing her hot mouth with his tongue, his hand under her head pulling her face closer to him as they breathed and whimpered into each others mouths.

Again he looked at her, the deep blue of her eyes mesmerising him. All these years, no one had ever done this for him…His cock twitched as he savoured the pleasure they would share. As his left hand ran along her thigh he kissed her cheek suckling her gently and then, on her lower neck sucking hard to give her a love bite to remember the night. He felt her squirm and murmur a few words.

Then he turned his attention to the chocolate. "My, aren't I lucky I'm not diabetic," he said pressing his mouth to her coated left nipple. The chocolate had hardened; he smiled to himself as he crunched it giving her nipple a frisson as he softly bit her too before sucking off the pieces, melting them in his mouth, coating her breast again and lapping it off messily. He eagerly turned his attention to the sweetness underlying the other chocolate feast; his tongue and lips uncovered her hard nipple and he spent long moments playing with it in his lips and teeth, tugging it until she murmured and arched her back.

In one slow movement he trailed his lips lower. Every drop of chocolate and cream he met he sucked at hard, removing it from her skin, leaving a stain of saliva and the juice of the chocolate. When he felt her pubic bone, smelt the musk of her femininity he let his tongue press against her shaved mound, let it slide onto her clit, tasting the sweetness she had embedded within herself.

Slowly he let the tip of his tongue flick her clit but he slowly moved his head between her welcoming, parting thighs, opened his mouth against her outer lips and lapped gently at the strawberry that protruded from her sex.

Gently, listening to her moans, her quick panting breath he pressed his mouth close, closer to her sex, the wetness of his saliva joining with her own copious juices and the sweet taste of the berry. He alternated between her lips held open by the fruit and her hard clit, the tip of his tongue flicking it faster each time he paid attention to it. Anchoring his lips on hers he sucked hard, his tongue assisting the fruits removal to his waiting mouth. He tucked it away in his cheek so he could continue to taste Mel's open, sweet sex; then he began to chew the fruit, letting her feel how his jaw, his lips moved against her, listening for her reactions, feeling them against his face as he coated her sex with the berry’s juice and his saliva, mixing with her own juices.

Lifting his wet mouth from her he watched her writhe and ran his left hand across her heaving belly to the curve of her hips as he climbed onto the sofa between her legs. He ran his hands up her sides, feeling the beautiful curve of her waist, on up to her full breasts, massaging her nipples while he knelt, his erect cock, his heavy balls on display to her, between her legs.
“Melissa,” he breathed, “let me make love to you…”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

The call was forgotten. For long moments there was silence between them, silence charged only with the crackle of sexual energy as she lay her body offered up to him.
She had wanted him to find her irresistible, to drive him crazy with lust for her and though she could see the need in his eyes as they took in every salacious curve, his response was not what she had expected at all.

Rather than pouncing on her with all the need of an obviously … sexually neglected … man, Ryan teased her body with the sensuous trail of one finger as he drew a line along jaw, throat, breasts, abdomen, navel, thigh. Even this light touch sent quivers through Melissa’s body. Her head eased back to nudge at his hardon feeling him part his legs slightly to allow her to nestle against his thighs as she murmured softly in response to his teasing attentions.

"I like strawberries, especially when they’re coated with honey.”

His voice husky with desire was soooo damned sexy! She could feel her centre melting and coating the fruit she still held within her.

”First though I have an aperitif."

Easing her head back comfortably, Ryan wriggled free. And sank to his knees beside the prone Melissa. Melissa quivered visibly as she watched his admiration of her body. The kiss they shared was hot and demanding. All this time, Melissa had played perhaps all of the sex games there were in a vain attempt to “spice up” her encounters, but now … just the look in his eyes, the sensation of his tongue pushing demandingly into her mouth was so much more stimulating than anything she had experienced before. Even as she stared up at him wordlessly, Ryan lowered his mouth to her neck to kiss and suck until she cried out with the erotic pain as he marked her sensitive skin.

”Oh … yesssss! … God … Ryan … “

She mewled in excitement.

”My, aren't I lucky I'm not diabetic,"

She turned dazed eyes to his as he lowered his mouth to her breast.
His teeth nipped at her flesh as he bit the chocolate free of her body.
Her body jerked responsively as the teeth grazed her sensitive flesh only to be replaced by a tongue as he devoured the coating and her aching flesh.

”Ohhh… mmm… “

She moaned, her head thrown back as he moved to bite firmly into the other breast eliciting a sharp cry from Melissa.
Her breasts swelled uncontrollably. Her nipple was rock hard as Ryan tortured it using lips and tongue to draw it achingly upwards to a greater and greater peak.
The sensation of his teeth as they captured that sensitive nub drew a helpless groan from her, a sound which deepened as Ryan tugged demandingly causing her to arch her back as a heat cut right through her body causing a stabbing heat to course down to her now molten centre.
Her head thrashed from side to side as Ryan licked and sucked his way down her body until his mouth finally closed on her hot sex.
Thighs spread, back arching, Melissa’s moans were a continual song of arousal now as Ryan’s tongue skilfully flicked and licked at her quivering flesh.
Over and over his tongue lapped until his lips covered hers and he sucked drawing the fruit out from her bedewed depths.

”Ryannnnn!”

She cried his name desperately even as he moved to position himself between her legs.

”Melissa, let me make love to you…?”

She lifted her hips as she felt his cock head graze her clit and move downwards.

”God.. yes… Ryan… I need you inside me … “

Arching she pressed upwards to allow the thick head of his cock just to ease inside her slick entrance.

”Ummmm… oh yess … soooo good… “

She spread her thighs wide, one leg hooked over the back of the sofa, the other extended onto the floor. She all but swooned as she felt his strong hands grab her buttocks and position her, holding her securely as he began to slide his thick shaft slowly inside her clasping depths.

”Uuuhhhnnnnnn… “

The deep grunt of fulfilment was almost feral as she felt his breadth stretching her tight walls as he fed his cock into her.
His control was awesome! Inch by inch he sank into her hot steamy depths until he was buried inside her to the hilt.
As one they gasped as he held himself inside her.

”Ohh..fuck… “

Melissa had never felt so filled.

”Ryan … take me …. Fuck me … Show me how much you want this …”

Her hoarse words seemed to snap Ryan’s self control.
His hands withdrew from her buttocks, only to travel over her body, his touches making her mewl as they grew rougher.
A hand entangled itself in her hair, pinning her head for a demanding kiss, a kiss she returned with equal heat and intensity.
And then his hands were on her thighs, pulling her legs, hooking them over his shoulders.
Their eyes locked as he slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip were inside her.
Pausing, he could almost feel her pussy pulsing in anticipation.
She was offering him it all … giving herself to him.
His for the taking.
Abandoning his last vestige of control Ryan lunged forward burying himself inside her.
Melissa’s squeals filled the apartment as he began to take her in earnest.

 

[chris2c4u]

Ryan and Melissa

She lifted her hips as she felt his cock head graze her clit. For long moments he kept it there, putting her hands around his cock, telling her to use it as her sex toy on her clit. He felt her rubbing him against her, felt her excitement mount as he suckled her nipples, her shoulders, before she began to insistantly move his cock downwards to the entrance to her sex.

Ryan leaned forward his hands either side of her, his cock running down her slit, bending to taste her neck her shoulders.

"God.. yes - Ryan I need you inside me."

Arching she pressed upwards to allow the thick head of his cock just to ease inside her slick entrance.

"Ummmm oh yess soooo good." He kept himself there, not entering further, pulling back teasingly as her hips arched up to try and take more of him in; they both giggled sexily at the game before he moaned as she spread herself for him, so wide, so open, inviting him to hold her ass as he slid his erection into her wet pussy let his balls push against her ass as they joined together, deep as they could.
"Uuuhhhnnnnnn"

"Ohh..fuck"

"Yesss..." Ryan hissed as he felt her pleasure, felt her tight sex hold him as he heard her grunt, "Ryan take me. Fuck me. Show me how much you want this."

Pushing inside her he lay on her spread body, kissing her roughly, feeling her response as she clutched his ass, his back. His hips thrust against her, his breath grunting with each push as he buried his hard cock inside her and then his hands were on her thighs, pulling her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. His penetration was so deep he slowed a little so he didn't hurt her as he said "yes, I'll show you, I'll fuck your sexy little body so you beg for more."

Their eyes locked as he slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip were inside her.

"You like this cock, don't you," he moaned holding himself there looking down at her open mouthed under him. A drop of sweat fell from his brow to hers as she was unable to answer, only moan.

Pausing, he could almost feel her pussy pulsing in anticipation.
Angling his hips he probed her, slid back inside her body, savouring every motion knowing as their bodies ground together he was exciting her clit, her pussy, her mind.

Once again he was almost out of her, feeling her squeal and writhe, feeling her ankles lock together behind his neck as she surrendered to her animal desires. He clutched at her breasts feeding them into his mouth, biting her, losing control. With every thrust he came down on her clit, massaging it with his body as his stiff cock buried itself deep inside her tight wetness feeling her push back at him, listening to her whimpers of desire as he took her for his own excitement.

He kissed and lapped between her breasts, thrusting harder and faster inside her. His mouth now was open as he drew ragged breaths, taking her for his own pleasure as he felt her thrusting back at him, hearing himself respond to her very vocal pleasure.

"Yes, you like that don't you, you little fucking animal," he pushed in time with his words, listening to her mewling response.

"Ahhhh yes, take my cock, take it all," he grunted, as his thrusts became faster, faster, more and more helpless. A mist covered his consciousness as they drove harder and faster against each other. His arms surrounded her hot writhing body, his nails digging in her back as he moaned, squealed, buried himself fully in her pussy.
His cock began to throb deep in her sex.
"Ohhhh Mmmmm. Siobhan..." He clutched her to his chest and came deep inside her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

She was pinned beneath him, his thick pulsating cock ravaging her sensitive tightness as her legs wrapped around his shoulders.

"Yes, I'll show you, I'll fuck your sexy little body so you beg for more."

Ryan’s response was almost a growl as he withdrew, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her.

"You like this cock, don't you,"

Melissa moaned helplessly and nodded as their eyes locked.
She was panting for it, desperate for him to fill her over and over.
Her nails dug into his back wordlessly urging him to enter her again and then suddenly he was inside her; ramming, probing, grinding, driving her body to the heights of ecstasy as he fucked her remorselessly.
On and on they rode each other. She squealed as his mouth descended on her breasts, sucking, biting, his hands mauled her body and pulled her harder onto his cock as he took her with animalistic abandon. All Mel could do was buck and writhe and lose herself in the wonderful cocktail of pain and pleasure as he ravaged her feverish body.

"Yes, you like that don't you, you little fucking animal,"

His words drove her crazy! No one spoke to her like that, not here.
No one realised just what she needed, how she craved this kind of use, this kind of abandonment.

"Ahhhh yes, take my cock, take it all,"

His words and grunts made her writhe almost as much as the thick meat that he forced into her very centre.
Over and over he impaled her, her body rocking as helpless as a rag doll as he fucked like crazy, long, deep thrusts, then a rapid, shorter stabbing as his balls tightened and she felt his cock quiver ready to pour into her.
Her body convulsed in a crashing orgasm even as she clung to him, nails breaking his flesh, revelling in the sensation of his hot cumm pouring into her centre as his cries mixed with hers declaring their joint release.

Siobhan!”

Even as he clung to her and ejaculated into her, it was his wife’s name that left his lips even as he lost control.
Still weak and dizzy from the overload of sensation, that one word hit Melissa like a bucket of cold water.

Bastard

The word went unsaid, but she felt a wave of anger, hotter than she had ever felt before and yes, she realised she was jealous.
His hands were on her once more, stroking, gently soothing, even as he drew ragged breaths and tried to think straight.

Did Ryan even realise what he had said? Whose name he had called?
Whatever he had said, whoever he might love right now there was no mistaking it was HER he wanted!
She would have to ensure he realised that.
Some mousy little wife and children who were no longer children were no obstacle to her.
If Ryan were happy with his cosy little family set up, he wouldn’t be here now, laid on her sofa with his cock still throbbing inside her hot cunt.

Pulling him down on top of her, Melissa kissed his neck, sucking the flesh into her mouth, but biting with hard deliberation ensuring the mark was clearly visible above the shirt collar line. She grinned as she heard Ryan protest firstly at the pain and then in realisation that he would have very awkward questions to answer.

”What’s wrong Ryan … it didn’t matter when you did it to me, now did it?”

She purred into his ear, nipping it with her teeth and digging her nails into his back with just enough force to make him flinch.

”What would daddy say … if he knew what you’d done to his little girl?”

She gurgled with laughter knowing daddy hardly thought of her as a woman, much less one who was sexually active. As to her … appetites … he would dismiss any implications about his daughter as nonsense.

”But then it's not daddy who concerns you is it?"

Her nails moved downwards, then eased their pressure, leaving still more scratch marks to those she had already inflicted on him in the throes of their lovemaking.
She felt him flinch and moan in protest.

”Shhhh….”

She soothed him.

”I’m not going to tell … and your wife … she’d never guess … “

Her laugh was mocking, implying, though not saying that his Siobhan was a fool.

”If she believed all those excuses, she’d never believe you had it in you to shaft the boss’s daughter…”

She felt him tense.
She paused seeing his confusion, almost delighting on having him dangling on her hook.
Preparing to deliver her coup de grace, she continued in light conversational tone.

"Do you always call out your wife’s name when you cumm … ?"

She saw his eyes widen in shocked realisation and deliberately kept her face devoid of any expression.

" ... or do you even remember that far back…?”

Her voice was soft, belying the bitchiness of her question.

"Sure you might feel guilty Ryan … but if you make a habit of cheating, it's not the way to make a girl feel special..."

Just a hint of resentment betrayed her, but she hid it with a seemingly sad smile.
Let him feel doubly guilty. That would serve her very well!
She had made her point. Enough said. (For now ... )

”You need me babe … you sure as hell WANT me … "

Her eyes held his, all softness once more.

”.. .after all … would Siobhan let you FUCK her … does she crave your cock Ryan?

She eyed him with interest seeing the battle between loyalty and honesty going on within him. She had her own theories about his marital sex life.

"Would your dirty talk drive her crazy? …
Does she like it when you get rough ... and demanding ?“

God even talking about it was making her horny again.
She eased free of Ryan's body, tumbling onto the floor beside the sofa.
She reached out to stroke his body, her fingers playing on his chest, his nipples, then moving down to circle his abdomen, her eyes not leaving his.

"We both need this ... and no one will ever find out …”

She reached up to stroke his face tenderly as she reassured him.

Then without warning, she delved her head between his legs and sucked his soft cock into her mouth, sucking on it, savouring the flavour of their combined juices.
Her eyes met his, even as she felt his body jump in response.
THIS was the way she would win him.
No matter what his conscience was telling him.
Eagerly she sucked at him, her eyes never leaving his.
If she could make him fuck her face, use her mouth, make him realise that it was her and not his wife who could give him so much pleasure...

What man could resist the thought that a woman could be such a slut for them .... ?

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

I'm off on my hoildays from 12th - 26th of August.

Apologies to all.

Chris ... hope this gives you something to think about!
No girl, much less Melissa could let THAT pass!!!

Look forward to seeing your next!


*huggs all*

Mari x

 

[chris2c4u]

Ryan moaned, feeling Melissa's body jerk under him in orgasm but then a strange feeling of coolness, the thrust of her hips up to him the last time seemed contrived; what was wrong? He stroked her soft skin as their breathing shallowed feeling her nibble his neck then suck, marking him.
"Mel!"

"What's wrong Ryan...it didn't matter when you did it to me, now did it?" He smiled, the haze of alcohol and lust still cocooning him.

"What would daddy say...if he knew what you'd done to his little girl?" Ryan smiled to himself, resting against her skin. "He'd know he'd got himself a grown woman..." he omitted adding "at last."

"But then it's not daddy who concerns you is it?" He felt her hands on his back; suddenly the image of an eagle appeared in his mind as he felt her claw him, making him squirm, making his head clear as he took in her words.

"I'm not going to tell...and your wife...she'd never guess...If she believed all those excuses, she'd never believe you had it in you to shaft the boss's daughter..." He turned his face to look at her half smile as she said, "Do you always call out your wife's name when you cumm...?"

Shit. That was it. Bad form, Ryan, bad form - but why was she so upset? Did she think this quick fuck meant something? The rest of her words for a moment washed over him until "...but if you make a habit of cheating, it's not the way to make a girl feel special..." He nodded, outwardly contrite, stroking her hair, murmuring, "sorry baby," as he played for time.

Inwardly he fought through the alcohol, the desire, saw her changes of expression, saw her manipulation. Yes, so that's it is it? You want to feel special don't you Melissa Sanderson, spoilt little rich bitch? Doesn't your man make you feel special? Wonder how I could get that into the story of the marriage of the year? And I was the one to make you feel special was I and now you want to keep me don't you, keep me as your new toy until the novelty wears off. Fuck I've screwed up...he almost smiled at his own apt metaphor. He wondered just how crazy she was.

She held all the aces in this game, he knew that but it couldn't stop a slow growth of a weight in his belly. A weight of fire, of anger that her words were kindling.

"...after all...would Siobhan let you FUCK her...does she crave your cock Ryan? Would your dirty talk drive her crazy? Does she like it when you get rough...and demanding ?" As she disentangled herself, kneeling on the floor beside him he took in her beauty as she played with his body.

"We both need this...and no one will ever find out..." Won't they now Melissa, he thought. Until you - or I - decide to tell them?

Then her quick move, the feel of her hot mouth sucking his flaccid manhood, her eyes on his, made him jump.

He watched her as his cock didn't respond to her expert mouth. He watched her as she slowly let him slide from her lips, as she stroked his thighs, caressed his balls and was thinking of trying one more time to arouse him with her mouth. Then she caught a hint of what lay behind his expression. It was half hidden behind the mask he was putting in place, the mask that was the game between them where he held no high cards but had to bluff his way out. The mask that almost hid his thought of her then, the way he really thought of her but could not quite squeeze the contempt out of his face, out of the mask. Contempt for a little slut sucking his cock. He thought of Siobhan, all they had together, all he had risked for this moment of lust and his insides collapsed: the mask stayed in place.

He held out his hands to her, "let's cuddle for a bit," he smiled and pulled her up next to him, sliding his arm round her shoulder. "That was beautiful sweetheart," he murmured into her ear, "thanks so much," he said as he kissed her shoulder. "I'm sorry about just now," he said, "it's just..." he looked at her, eyes full of pleading, "you're right, you see. I feel so guilty. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you this way, I should have been responsible." Reaching over with his free hand he stroked her thigh for long moments before continuing.

"I'm sure it was when you realised that I'd done wrong that made you say all those things about my wife, who I love very much, I'm so glad you reminded me about her, as I reminded you." Turning a little he took her hands in his own and gazed into her eyes. "You see, I don't make a habit of cheating. I'm sure you don't, not with a fiancee and a wedding to plan for God's sake. You're giving yourself to your man soon. I blame the wine, we were just infatuated," he smiled his best winning grin and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "It's that which made us want, need. You're not bad. Neither am I. We just made a mistake, that's all. A very beautiful mistake. Though, as you said, I don't make you feel special and we both have a great deal to lose." He made his bluff in the game.

Standing unsteadily he began to gather up his clothes. "Can I call a cab to come here to take me to the office?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Melissa Sanderson

Melissa ignored Ryan’s muttered apology and noted that he ignored the warning comment about what her father would say if he knew what had happened between them …. But she couldn’t ignore the lack of response of his cock as she held it within her mouth. Easing back she let his manhood slide free of her lips, licking them as her eyes searched his. Something had changed. No longer did she see the lust, the abandon, he was wearing a mask now … obviously realisation had hit home and he was disgusted with himself and … and with her!?!? Her features tightened, but she played the game.

"… let's cuddle for a bit.. "

Melissa did not respond to his outstretched arms, but allowed him to draw her close to his chest and hold her.

"That was beautiful sweetheart, thanks so much,"

A honeyed dismissal if ever she heard one. He might as well just leave the notes by the door.

"I'm sorry about just now,"

She willed herself not to shrug off the kiss he pressed on her shoulder.

".. it's just...you're right, you see. I feel so guilty.
I shouldn't have taken advantage of you this way, I should have been responsible."

She searched his face. Taken advantage of? Like hell!
But yes … he was responsible … and she was going to make sure he took care of his responsibilities.
Mel lowered her eyes, a mock demure gesture, hiding the rage that sparked just beneath the surface.

"I'm sure it was when you realised that I'd done wrong that made you say all those things about my wife, who I love very much, I'm so glad you reminded me about her, as I reminded you."

Melissa bit her tongue. This was getting sickening.
Like she wanted to hear his declarations about his pathetic little wife-at-home!
She forced her thoughts away as she met his eyes.

"You see, I don't make a habit of cheating.
I'm sure you don't, not with a fiancé and a wedding to plan for God's sake.”

Yeah .. like hell … She could almost laugh at the thought of how much James didn’t know about her, about her past and her … liaisons ..

”You're giving yourself to your man soon. I blame the wine, we were just infatuated,"

She gave Ryan an answering grin … if she hadn’t she’d have bust out laughing.
Sure this guy looked good… hot as hell … but so damned “married”.
Where did he get these expressions … “giving herself to her man”!?!? Sheeeesh!

"It's that which made us want, need. You're not bad. Neither am I.
We just made a mistake, that's all.”

Ok … she’d had enough now … more than enough!
She frowned and heard him amend his statement.

”… A very beautiful mistake. Though, as you said, I don't make you feel special and we both have a great deal to lose."

Melissa pulled away from him then, sitting up on the sofa reaching for a nearby half full glass and draining it at one gulp.

"Can I call a cab to come here to take me to the office?"

Her mind ticked, she smiled softly, hoping to appear regretful even as she blazed with anger.

”Sure … no harm done … help yourself …”

She pulled on her own clothes hastily, trying to clip on her bra and then leaving it half secured and pulling on her silk blouse over the top. The blouse was in disarray, torn with buttons missing. She pulled it around her and stood up sliding on the distressed skirt. The stockings were ruined, but she turned away from him stilling his intention to speak again.

”I-I’ll wait for the cab outside … “

She turned her head, tragic eyes meeting his. (VERY good, Melissa, she praised herself, costume sorted… now to set the final stage).

”Yes … that might be … best… Ryan … “

She spoke quietly, tears swimming unshed and walked to the door.

”I’ll get a shower and … “

She shrugged. What did he care?
She opened the door and stood aside.

”Bye … “

He lowered his head to kiss her, but she stood aside, flinching from him.

”Go … please … “

The tears spilled and she plucked needlessly at her clothes.
She saw confusion on his features, saw him reach out to touch her in farewell and shrunk back.

”No…”

The word stilled him, his hand hovering in mid-air momentarily before lowering and with a shrug of incomprehension turning and walking down the hall making his way downstairs and out into the fresh early morning air.
He didn’t hear the sobs, didn’t hear the door close.
Didn’t hear the softly spoken …

… bastard …

… as Melissa closed the door to her apartment, carefully stowed her clothes in a fresh linen bag and stride naked towards the bathroom.
Ryan was a hot fuck … but all that crap about his wife … all that honour and guilt …
He would be no use to her if she couldn’t rid him of that one way or another…
And it was clear he wouldn’t approach her again … that he’d avoid all except necessary contact … professional contact … unless she forced his hand …

He’d hate her for it to start with … but he had the makings of some of the darkest lovers she’d had in the less salubrious parts of London … just too much honour and loyalty.

No man had aroused such lust and thirst for revenge in her before.
It was a heady mix and Melissa was going to risk all.
Hell if she didn’t end up with him … then he sure as hell wasn’t going to live happy ever after …
Melissa would see to that!!

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It was a much chastened Melissa who presented herself in her father’s office the next morning.
Her hair was pinned high rather than flowing free, her skin pale and eyes wary.

”But why Mellie? Please … you can tell me … why?”

Melissa just shook her head, keeping her eyes cast downwards.

”Don’t daddy … just … call a halt to it … you can do that for me, can’t you?!?”

She turned her eyes to meet her father’s and saw his shock as the tears brimmed and fell.

”Please … “

She begged brokenly.

Her father put his arm around her feeling her stiffen then fall against his chest to sob softly.

”Mellie…it’ll be fine … I’ll sort it … ”

She nodded, rubbing her eyes childishly as she had when she was little.

”And with mom … ?“

He nodded and moved to the intercom.

”Send Ryan Bayliss in here … NOW … “

His smile turned to concern as his daughter stood hastily.

”I … I have to go … I … you explain … I … “

Matthew Sanderson realised that his daughter wanted to avoid others seeing her in this state and nodded reassuringly.

”I’ll call you sweetheart … “

A kiss presse
d to her father’s cheek, a thank you daddy whispered into his ear and Melissa left the office hastily.
Her father watched his daughter leave, concern etched on his face.
She wanted out of the magazine article. Just like that!
She'd not given him an explanation, just asked him to sort it.
He knew something had happened ... but quite what it was ...
She must have argued, called off the wedding ... yet she looked so ...
He looked up as he heard a knock on the door.

"Enter!!"

His instruction was barked out, an indication of just how upset he was. Perhaps Bayliss knew something about it. Had something happened yesterday to cause a rift between his daughter and her fiance.

"Sit ..."

Manners were sadly lacking and so distracted was he that he didn't take in Ryan's less that "vital" appearance ...

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Outside, Melissa watched Ryan enter her father's office and eased forward out of the nook she had hidden herself in.
Crossing the empty outer office, she took out the envelope and slipped it into the out tray.
She knew that the delivery would be made to Ryan's desk within the hour.

A triumphant smile on her face, was quickly masked as she made her way out of the building and back to her own apartment, ready to change for the rendezvous that she was sure Ryan would attend.

Melissa couldn't help but laugh as she imagined Ryan’s face when he opened the envelope:

The picture clearly showed Ryan pinning her beneath him, his cock thrust up inside her, his hands mauling her roughly. T
he expression on her own face could be taken as pleasure … or pain … their clothing was scattered around them …

She wondered if he would realise that it was a still taken from a series off images captured on cam?

The note within was simple, typed, anonymous.

Zak’s coffee house 1 pm.

If he didn’t show Ryan Bayliss would be sorry … very sorry indeed!

 

[chris2c4u]

The cab was old, its turbaned Asian driver solemn, his silence on the drive back giving Ryan a chance to think. To worry. The rake marks on his back reminded him of the night as he cracked the window open for a taste of something pure to wash away his shame.

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, thinking of Mel as she stood at the door in her tattered clothes. They had done that to each other, he thought as he saw her big eyes fill up with tears in his memory, as he heard her telling him to go in her small voice. Perhaps he had won that hand, he thought, perhaps she really had believed his contrived words, maybe she felt some shame herself? She wasn't a bad kid...was she?

*****

Woken by the sound of his colleagues arriving Ryan pushed the fold-away bed back under the shelves and called Siobhan before washing. Half way through their chat, as he walked around the office shirtless he caught sight of himself in his mirror, caught sight of the bite Mel had left prominently on his neck and looked away quickly.

"Darling? are you there?" Siobhan thought the line had gone dead.

"Yes sweetheart, I'm here. Right, I'll be home this evening. See you later. Love you. Bye."

After shaving and washing, he went to the closet, remembering he had the angora polo sweater that Siobhan had given him last Christmas. Suppressing his guilt at using her loving gift to cover up his marks of cheating, he checked the high neck did its job and then tried to concentrate on some work.

Putting her head round the door later that morning Connie said, "message from the feuhrer, he wants to see you in the bunker now. Sounds like he's in a mood, want a flak jacket?"

Ryan was lost for words as his mind raced. What had happened? Had Mel spoken to him? Shit. He gave an empty smile and said, "right, off to the front line. If I don't come back you can have my second best razor blade." He didn't feel light hearted on his way up to the office, his heart sinking further with the sudden thought that Mel might be there.

"Sit," Sanderson said without looking at Ryan the older man pacing behind his desk obviously grappling with something in his mind. Relieved it was just the two of them, Ryan waited.

"Bayliss..." he stopped. Ryan's mood lightened, well it wasn't the
sack, Sanderson looked confused. "Bayliss," he began again, "Mel - did she - say anything to you... anything out of the ordinary? About her and James?"

Ryan made a studied attempt at trawling his memory. "Not that I recall, we just - talked - about him, plans for the wedding. Is something wrong?"

Sanderson shrugged. "It's odd. She just told me she doesn't want the article anymore. Can't think why, though she looked pretty drawn." Sanderson met Ryan's eye. "She's not the person to ask directly about these things, gets a bit... emotional at times. Hard to handle then."

Sanderson gave a nervous laugh. "Daughters eh? So I just wondered if you knew. It must have been something last night, maybe they've had a falling out, her and James. I suppose it must have happened after you left. You're sure she wasn't upset or anything?"

"No, I'd say everything between her and James was fine last night while I was there." Ryan started to relax. So, she'd dumped him and the article; obviously she'd reflected on the situation and recognised he was right. They had too much to lose. That was one weight of his mind anyway.

After further reassuring words and further comparing notes on bringing up daughters, Ryan left the office bouyant. It was over, thank God.

His smile to Connie made up for his distracted behaviour on his way to see Sanderson and he perched on the edge of her desk and chatted, thinking that he should get some lunch before his meeting at 2. As he sat there the internal post arrived and he picked up the envelope addressed to him, opening it as they bantered.

"Ryan? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Pushing the picture and the note quickly back into the envelope he looked at her and opened and closed his mouth silently, fish like for a moment. "Just remembered, I've got to meet someone." He checked his watch.

Zak's was round the corner; it did well with businesses, people who didn't have time for anything but a quick sandwich, those not on expense account lunches. Ryan strode towards the little chained off area where the steel tables and chairs let customers with the time look out over the nearby fountain. He scanned the seats, though he suddenly realised he didn't know who he was looking for. He'd assumed Mel but then - could someone else have got that shot? He set his jaw and walked in, deliberately going up to the counter, not looking around. He ordered a sandwich and coffee and casually ate as he waited to discover
who had sent that picture that knocked a whole in the bottom of his world.