Going Up and Going Down (22 page)

As I walked
down the street from the tube station, I carefully checked in my mirror to see
if my make-up looked perfect before announcing my arrival to David with a text
message.

There was no
need for me to knock on the door. He was already there with the door open wide.
As I stepped over the threshold he gave me a hug and a kiss on each cheek. He
looked as amazing as ever and was wearing some gorgeous, ‘come and fuck me’
fragrance. His tanned face and arms had been acquired during his recent
business trip to Indonesia.

“You’re looking
breathtakingly hot, darling.” he greeted me. I quivered with excitement at his
compliment. He was like a drug to me - his every word a turn-on.

“Compliment
back at you, David – love the tan.”

His eyes
sparkled as he held me by the shoulders. He was taking in every inch of me. My
mind raced ahead. I couldn’t wait to take every inch of him into me. I knew I
shouldn’t be feeling things for him, but I was struggling to control it. I had
been battling with the feelings for quite a few months, and I feared how things
would end. He was a client.

“I’ve got
champagne chilling. Sit down, Helen!”

I made myself
at home, sandals off, legs curled up, whilst he poured our first glass of the
evening, a Bollinger Rosé.

“How are
things? Are you still putting up with that abusive boyfriend of yours?”

I cringed, I
had forgotten that David had assumed that Anthony was my partner and I hadn’t
corrected him at the time. I didn’t like being deceitful, particularly with
David.

 “David, don’t
worry about me, I can handle myself! He will be getting what’s coming to him –
sometime over the next six months, I think, maybe sooner! He’s going to wonder
what’s hit him, by the time I’ve finished!” I assured him.

“I don’t know
what you’re planning, but I’m sure he deserves it. Just keep safe, Helen – from
what you’ve told me, he can be dangerous, and I worry for you.” He looked
genuinely concerned. My heart melted at his warmth, I felt a rush of affection
and I wanted to hug him and never let go.

“True – he can
be nasty, but he can also be very naïve. He is totally in the dark, trust me.
Shall I put some music on?”

He seemed to be
deep in thought but managed to nod his assent.

“Bizet do?”

“What? Oh…yes,
Bizet.”

I inserted the
CD and pressed play, wondering what he was thinking, wondering if he could read
my mind. We lazed around listening to beautiful music for the rest of the evening
and flirted silently with each other. It was all part of the game we played
during our sessions, the anticipation being almost as enjoyable as the sex. We
finished the bottle of Bollinger and started a second one.

It was late
when we went up to bed. For some reason, David asked me to get ready for bed in
the only other bedroom in the cottage with en suite. I wondered what on earth
he was up to – whatever the surprise he was planning, I was excited about the
sex that would be following. Feeling the pleasant naughty tingling starting
within me, I dressed in my new underwear - a pair of white, high leg, lacy
panties and white hold-up stockings. I picked up the matching bra and decided
not to bother. David loved my pert little breasts, so they would grab his
attention immediately. I carried out a quick check of my make-up once again,
before crossing the landing to the master bedroom, already feeling moist down
below.

He was ready
for me, totally naked, his bottom on a towel, and some equipment laid by his side
– scissors, shaving foam and a battery razor. My face must have been a picture,
and he laid there smirking at me. I laughed out loud, totally bemused,

“David?
What…the…hell…are…you…doing?” I could hardly get the words out for my laughter,
“Is…this…your…new…perverted…idea…of…foreplay?” He snorted with laughter at me
and said,

“I wanted to
make it more pleasant for you tonight, Helen. I recall you almost choked last
time on one of my…you called it a…wait a minute….yes….you called it
an…obscenely coarse pube!” he carried on snorting, “Get rid of them for me. I
can’t have you choking on me, Helen. How would that look in an autopsy?”

I had to wait
until our laughter calmed down before I dared to start work on his wonderful
nether regions, both my hands and his body were shaking with our raucous
laughter. I started with the scissors, carefully trimming back his wiry pubic
hairs around the base of his cock and his pubic region. Trusting me implicitly,
he relaxed enjoying my touch, his stomach muscles tightening as I worked my way
down. I noticed his cock expanding, but I didn’t want to think about; the
temptation to climb on top of him and ride him would be too great. I kept on
trimming until all his pubic hair was short enough. After squirting the shaving
foam into my hand, I gently lathered the whole area and started with the razor
until the whole area was clean shaven. I was amazed with the results – his cock
appeared to be longer. It looked fantastic –
so
rock hard and eager.
David and I both enjoyed oral but we had to exercise some restraint for a
little while longer as there were a few stray hairs to deal with.

I filled the
bath for the pair of us to share, to wash away all traces of pubes and shaving
foam. I found some tea-lights and candles in the bathroom cupboard, lit them
and placed them all around the edge of the bath. We took a glass of champagne
each and sat in the bath indulging in some dirty and wildly erotic foreplay. I
took hold of his stiffness and massaged it slowly. I fondled his scrotum. He squeezed
my breasts, bit on my nipples and poked first his fingers then the cock-shaped
soap inside me. Twenty minutes of wonderful fun passed and we both shivered,
the water had lost its warmth. We quickly headed for the bedroom, far too
excited to bother about drying thoroughly. The anticipation had been wonderful
but I felt taunted and tantalised enough – I wanted it for real.

Once he was
lying down on the bed, I immediately sat astride his face and took his cock
into my mouth, my favourite sixty-niner. I let my tongue slide up and down
every inch of his tool and he moaned longingly for more. I squeezed his balls,
not for one second giving thought to anything other than pleasuring his cock in
any way that I could. All the while, his tongue was inside my pussy, twisting
in all directions, his nose rubbing my clit as he strived to push his tongue
further in and it felt like heaven. My mind was on David only, I was his for
the night and I wanted to give him all my attention, sexual and otherwise. I
felt so hot, I wanted more and yet I didn’t want it to end. He pulled his
tongue out every minute or so and poked my pussy with his fingers while he
captured some air before diving in again and each time he thrust his tongue in,
it was more pleasurable than the last. I wasn’t ready for it to finish too
soon, so when I felt in danger of coming I quickly changed position, moving my
body down the bed with my pussy well away from his face until I was bent over
the bottom of the bed licking his testicles and he was groaning in delight.
Wanting him to groan some more, my attention and my tongue diverted to his
backside. I quickly flicked my tongue over it time and again and he moaned
louder in his pleasure. Sensing his impatience for things to move on I sucked
on his dick, giving sharp little licks around the ridge of the knob. He was
totally rigid – the perfect stiffness.

“Come back up
here, baby – I want to tongue fuck you.” he whispered.

I was ready for
it. I shuffled my backside around the side of the bed without my mouth losing
contact with his cock. He raised my leg up in the air and over him, lifting his
head eagerly to get his tongue in my pussy, before I lowered myself onto his
face. It felt so good, and I shuddered in delight, my enthusiasm for sucking
his cock matched that of his exploration with his tongue. I wanked him with my
hand whilst my lips were tight around his knob, moving up and down its length
rapidly. If his nose wasn’t rubbing my clit, his hand was – it was all so
intense! I could feel the onset of my wonderful tingling. I wanted his cock in
my tunnel, I needed it badly - I was damp with perspiration and my love juice.

It seemed to me
as if he was determined to make me wait for his shaft. He stuck three fingers
in my hole then, his tongue flicking around my labia and clit. His bottom
started thrusting upwards, forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I sucked
harder and harder until I could feel his muscles twitching - his wonderful cum
spurting into my mouth, salty and warm, my juices being released at the same
time – it felt as if I was going to shudder forever as he continued licking at
my vagina. A little of his semen still dribbled down my chin and onto his
stomach as we moved apart after ten minutes – both satiated for the moment.

We snuggled up
like two spoons, and I enjoyed, for once, being able to lie next to a man and
feel his arms around me. It was a terrifying thought to me, something I never
intended to do again. Just once in a while, it was nice to feel somebody’s body
warmth close to me. Before I fell away into the grasp of sleep, I wondered if
David was in a relationship with anybody. He had never volunteered the
information and I had never dared to ask. I was scared of what his answer would
be. The thought made me feel insanely jealous, and the memories of our oral sex
and my orgasms faded away as sleep overcame me.

I woke up not
knowing what time it was, but I guessed I had been asleep maybe two hours.
Glancing at the digital clock, I noticed it was around three o’clock. David’s
hand was squeezing my left boob, and I could feel his stiffness, between my
thighs – I was instantly aroused. He pulled me over onto my back, kissed and
licked my tits for five minutes and then he was into my pussy, his cock needing
no guidance, thrusting away hard and fast. He lifted my legs over his
shoulders, thrusting even harder, and his cock felt beautiful, fucking me hard,
reaching my wonderful G-spot, his pubic bone rubbing really close to my clit,
making me come, again and again, and when he shot his load this time, he
stopped thrusting, his dick as far up my fanny as it could go, and the feeling
inside me, when I felt each squirt and the pounding of every muscle in his cock
was magnificent.

I laid there
smiling to myself, long after David started snoring, trying to recall every
fucking session we’d had - how he made me feel. I loved being fucked by him, in
so many different ways, from our first encounter. He made me feel…and I
couldn’t explain where the thought suddenly popped up from, he made me feel
like I should run. I didn’t want my head and my heart to feel like this – like
they were constantly battling.

Just before
seven o’clock, we were both awake again, enjoying a coffee and cuddles in bed.
I was first to the bathroom for a shower and to brush my teeth. After I emerged
from the bathroom, David went in, slapping my bottom playfully as we passed
each other. Oral session number two commenced after that. An action replay of
the previous evening’s antics was well under way, our tongues and fingers,
poking and probing each and every orifice, such excitement for us both, but
this time as I felt my shudders and tingling I begged him urgently.

“Come inside me
please, David –come inside my pussy,
please.”

“Yes, baby.
Quickly then, hands and knees, it’s coming – quick!”

A quick
scrambling about by both of us and we were just in time, he was ejaculating as
his cock entered my fanny, spurting his semen, which met my own juices, and we
both cried out loudly. For fifteen minutes we stayed in that same position, our
heartbeats taking time to slow down, panting, sweating, and for five crazy
minutes, I started thinking that I never wanted to leave that room; I wanted to
stay, locked in there, with David – forever. I tried telling myself that I
didn’t love him, not really, it was only because our fucking, oral or
otherwise, gets better and better, the orgasms,
more
beautiful, and even
more –
violent.
I truly loved being fucked by this man. It was the
fucking, not him, that I was in love with, it had to be!

After we had
both finished in the bathroom, I got dressed and was almost ready to leave.
David had been lounging around downstairs in his bathrobe as I was upstairs
putting the finishing touches to my make up.

“Come down
here, babe, I have something for you.” and before I was even half way down the
stairs he held a little gift bag up in the air to show me. I was astounded! I
had never once received a gift from a client. I never expected to - they paid
me, cash!

“What’s that?
What are you buying me a gift for? You don’t need to do that, David.” I
scolded.

“I know I
don’t, but you are one very special lady, and I couldn’t resist – open it!”

My hands shook
as I removed a gift-wrapped box from the bag, wondering what the hell he was up
to. He didn’t need to be giving me a gift of any kind. As I removed the paper
and the ribbon, from what was obviously an item of jewellery, the thought also
crept into my mind, that
I
should perhaps pay David for the pleasure he
gave to me, instead of the other way around. Opening the box, I was almost
blinded by the dazzle of the rather large, diamond pendant sat on the black
velvety lining. It was exquisite. I sat open-mouthed, not knowing what to say
next.

“Do you like
it, babes? What’s the matter – you’re not saying anything?” I didn’t know what
to say. I couldn’t voice my thoughts to him. Thoughts I didn’t want or need.
Suddenly, I couldn’t stop myself.

“David, can I
ask you something please? No…that’s stupid..I’m being…a bit presumptuous…you’re
not…you’re not in love with me by any chance, are you? No! Of course you’re
not…how silly of me…to suggest such a thing. Please tell me you’re not!”