The walk home from work was an extreme form of torture for Mark. The
weather was exceptionally hot and every woman he passed was dressed to match.
The sight of short skirts and tight t-shirts was having a distinct effect on him
and he would have been delighted to go home and share his passion.
Unfortunately, there was no one to share it with. Mark was brooding over this
depressing state of affairs as he reached his flat on the second floor of the
building. He was fishing in his pockets for the key when a creak from the door
opposite distracted him. That would be Elsa heading off to work, he thought as
he turned his head. Elsa locked her door, turned round and smiled at him.
"Hello." She said cheerfully. Mark nodded, feeling uncomfortable as he always
did talking to her. Her smile dimmed slightly at his lack of response. "Lucky
you, finished for the day." She tried again. Mark smiled somewhat feebly and
tried to think of something to say. Elsa waited for a moment. Mark glanced at
the floor. "Well I'd better not be late." Elsa said and started off down the
stairs. Mark's eyes followed her jean covered bum as it descended the stairs.
How he wanted to reach out and run his hands over her ass cheeks, or even just
stroke that long dark brown hair of hers. Shaking his head, he turned and
entered his flat. Was she interested Mark wondered, as he sat down on the sofa,
newspaper in hand. She always stopped to talk to him, even though he never said
much in return. Why could he not contribute at least one sentence to their
conversations? It was rather pathetic really. No, Elsa was not interested in
him, he decided. She was just a friendly, kind, nice, person. Not to mention
gorgeous. Those big brown eyes. She must have loads of guys asking her out all
the time. Although she seemed to work most evenings. What did she do, he
wondered, she had never said. Bar work perhaps? Mark turned his attention to the
paper. It did not take very long to read all the interesting stories so he
glanced at the classified ads page. One advert, printed in bold letters, caught
his attention and sent a tingle of excitement and fear through his body.
EXECUTIVE SAUNA COME AND ENJOY A RELAXING SAUNA OR MASSAGE IN ONE OF OUR
LUXURIOUS SUITES. OUR STAFF OF DISCRETE, ATTRACTIVE YOUNG LADIES WILL PAMPER AND
SOOTHE YOU. OPEN 11AM TILL 1AM MONDAY TO SATURDAY A woman who would do what he
asked. Who would stroke, suck and fuck him. Alternatively he could sit here on
his own and watch tv. And you didn't need to chat to a whore. * * * The room was
small and sparsely furnished. The 'bed' was a shelf sticking out from the fall.
Running alongside this shelf was a mirror. The only other furniture in the room
was a chair on which Mark had put his clothes. Mark turned his attention to the
woman. She was a petite oriental with short, black hair and a bored expression.
The short white uniform she wore showed off most of her legs. Mark climbed onto
the bed and lay on his stomach. The woman dipped her fingers in a small saucer
of oil and began the massage. "What's your name?" she asked. "Mark." He replied
rather tersely. "I'm Jan. What do you do?" "I'm an office clerk." Jan gave up
trying to get him to talk and concentrated on the massage. Mark felt his body
begin to tingle as her fingers worked over his muscles, relaxing them. "If you'd
turn over?" Jan asked. She seemed distant from the entire process. Mark did as
he was asked, aware that his prick was now partially erect. Jan paid no
attention to it, however, concentrating on his legs and chest. As she worked
Mark studied her smooth legs and the swell of her breasts. Could he reach out
and run his hand up her thighs, he wondered? Jan's hands moved down from his
chest to his stomach. She lifted his swelling cock in one hand and ran the other
over his groin. Mark could feel himself reacting to the touch of her hand. "Is
there anything else I can do for you?" She asked, her hands still on his shaft.
What did he say? How did he ask? "What do you do?" He asked cautiously. "A hand
job is 25, plain sex 40." She began. "Plain sex will be fine." He said
hurriedly. Jan laughed. "Would you go on top?" Mark asked somewhat hesitantly.
"Sure." Jan shrugged. She stripped off swiftly and efficiently. To his surprise,
Mark did not find this at all exciting. Taking a condom from the tray on the
window sill, Jan rolled it down over Mark's half erect cock. Climbing up onto
the bed, she held his prick against her cunt. Despite his limpness she managed
to work his cock into her pussy. He reached out and cupped the smooth flesh of
her buttocks in his hands as she began a steady up and down rhythm. * * * The
lights were off when Mark entered his flat. He did not bother to put them on.
The light was fading fast and he bumped his shins on the edge of the table
before reaching the sofa. The memory of the previous night's disaster, deepened
his depression. Bad enough that he had been so nervous that he could not get
hard and the woman had ended up tossing him off. When he had got up to leave the
woman had told him to just relax the next time. Her certainty that he would be
back depressed him more than anything else. As he walked down the stairs, he had
glanced into the reception area. There had been two women sitting, waiting for
clients no doubt. He was about to look away when one of them glanced out the
door at him. The shock on Elsa's face when she realized who it was had stuck in
his mind since then. Mark felt completely isolated now. He had stayed late at
the office to avoid Elsa, unable to face her disgust. He doubted that she would
talk to him now anyway. Yet despite this depression, images of Elsa kept popping
into his head. Elsa wearing that short white uniform, her legs on show to
leering men. Her lips wrapped around a swollen cock, moving up and down the
shaft. Her cunt being plundered from behind by some stranger. Mark could feel
his prick hardening. He had to get his mind off her somehow. In the bottom of
his wardrobe was a pile of magazines. Mark began to hunt through them urgently,
desperate to find something that appealed to him. As he studied the pictures, he
became increasingly aware of his throbbing prick. Taking a magazine at random,
he went back to the living room and lay down on the sofa. Mark flicked through
the magazine, letting his excitement build, until he reached the centerfold. A
large breasted girl, half sitting, half lying, her legs wide apart, knees bent.
One hand spread the lips of her sex apart, the other held one of her huge tits.
Holding the magazine open with his left hand, Mark undid his trousers and pulled
out his, now rigid, cock. As he stared at the picture, he wrapped his hand
around the shaft, thumb pressing against the glans. His hand began to move
slowly up and down, sliding the foreskin over his cock head. Mark closed his
eyes and let his imagination go to work. Now it was Elsa with her legs spread
wide for him. She was calling to him. She wanted him. Mark squeezed his prick.
The doorbell rang. Mark shot to his feet, hastily forcing his erection back into
his trousers. The doorbell went again as Mark reached the door. He peered
through the spy hole. It was Elsa. For a moment he considered leaving the door
shut. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and opened it. "Hi." Elsa's
smile seemed forced. She paused, obviously waiting for a reaction of some sort.
"Can I come in?" Mark swallowed. "Sure." He said, stepping out of the way. Elsa
walked casually into the flat and Mark closed the door, before turning to face
her. He found himself staring at her. She was wearing a long grey raincoat and
he could not help wondering what she had on underneath it. The image of her in
that short white uniform sprang into his mind. Elsa shifted uncomfortably under
his gaze and he hurriedly glanced away, aware that his fly was undone and his
trousers bulging obscenely. "Not going to work this evening?" He asked and then
cringed when he realized what he had said. "No, it's my day off." Elsa seemed
un-phased. "There's no need to ask what you've been doing though." A teasing
note entered her voice. Mark gazed at her in confusion. Elsa laughed, her eyes
sparkling and waved her hand in the direction of the sofa. Lying in the middle
of the sofa was his magazine. Mark felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment. She
must have him pictured as the worlds biggest pervert by now. Elsa laughed again.
"I can see your not suffering from the problem you had yesterday." She said.
Mark gazed at her in horror and shame. "You know I'm really pissed off with
you." She continued crossly. "I've been trying to chat you up for weeks, but
you'd rather pay for it, or wank. Aren't my tits big enough for you?" Mark's
mouth was wide open. "It's all about control isn't it? You like to stay in
control don't you? It's much easier to deal with a magazine isn't it?" Mark
stared into her dark brown eyes speechless. Elsa stepped slowly towards him.
"But it's much more fun if you let other people in occasionally." Elsa's face
was only inches from Mark's now. His heart began to pound as he fought the
desire to kiss her soft, smooth skin. "I could help you lose control." Elsa's
voice was no more than a whisper. She put her hand in her coat pocket and pulled
something out, but Mark could not take his eyes away from her face. "Go through
to the bedroom and get undressed." Her voice was louder now and sterner. Mark
obeyed without hesitation. In the bedroom, Mark swiftly removed his clothes. He
was aware of Elsa's eyes on him, but, strangely, did not find it embarrassing.
When he was naked, he turned to face her. The room was warm, but he fought a
shiver as her eye's ran slowly down his body. "Get on the bed and lie down on
your back." Elsa's voice had changed slightly. There was an eagerness to it now.
This was something she enjoyed. Mark lay down on the bed, his eyes focused on
Elsa. She was still wearing the long, grey, raincoat. Mark's gaze was drawn to
her hands, one resting in a coat pocket, the other holding a pair of steel
handcuffs. Perching herself on the mattress near his head, she took his right
hand and, with a swift, efficient action, cuffed his wrist and threaded the
chain through the bars at the head of the bed, before reaching for his other
hand. Mark knew this was his last chance to resist what was happening. Meekly,
he held out his hand. Elsa closed the handcuff around his wrist with a snap. He
wondered briefly where she had learnt to do this, but he had a pretty good idea.
Elsa moved down to the foot of the bed and looked up at him. She was still fully
dressed and for the first time Mark felt uncomfortable and he fought the urge to
squirm. "Legs apart." Mark obeyed the command automatically. Elsa smiled. "I
think we'll leave them free this time." She said. Reaching out, she ran her hand
slowly up his leg, gently squeezing his thigh. Kneeling on the bottom of the
bed, she rested her hands on either side of his crotch. Mark felt his cock
twitch as her cool hands touched his groin. Her hands traveled upwards,
caressing his stomach and chest, feeling the firm muscles. Leaning forward, her
bum rising into the air, Elsa kissed him on the chest, her tongue slipping
between her lips to tickle his skin. As she looked up, Mark saw the excitement
in her eyes. "All mine." She whispered, sitting up and cupping his balls in her
hand. Mark's prick, twitched again and a familiar sensation began to spread
through his body. Elsa stepped back off the bed and stared at his sex as it
slowly uncoiled. Her avaricious gaze increased his excitement and his cock
stiffened rapidly. "My aren't we excited." Elsa mocked. "Would you like to see a
bit more of me?" Mark remained stubbornly silent. Elsa's face hardened. "Beg."
She commanded. Angered, Mark tugged at the handcuffs, they were firmly locked.
Elsa smirked. Lazily, she undid the top button of her raincoat. Then the second
and the third. When all the buttons were undone she stopped. The coat hung close
around her body. Mark could see nothing. "Please." He whispered. "What?" She
asked. "Please." This time his voice was louder. Elsa smiled triumphantly and
turned away from him. Mark stared at her back as she pulled her arms out of the
coat sleeves. Only then did she shrug the coat from her shoulders and let it
fall down her body to reveal her pale skin. The coat crumpled in a heap at
Elsa's feet and Mark gazed at the pair of black, high cut, knickers stretched
tight by her full buttocks. Elsa held the pose for a moment before turning round
again. The hint of a smile was still on her lips, she walked to the bottom of
the bed, then crawled slowly up Mark's quivering body until they were face to
face. She planted a kiss on his nose, then sat back and began to rub her crotch
against his aching prick. Her hips moved in a slow circular pattern, sending
urgent messages to his brain. Mark thrust eagerly against her pantie covered
bum, but Elsa rose effortlessly out of his reach. Kneeling above his groin, she
reached behind her back and undid the catch on her bra, then, slipping the
straps off her shoulders, she let it fall from her body, to land on his cock. "I
know you enjoy looking at women's tits." Elsa smirked and leant forward, one
hand on either side of his head. Mark stared up at her small, pert breasts as
they hung down above him. The pink nipples were jutting out like bullets. "Tell
me what else you like to do to them." Elsa whispered. Mark swallowed, unable to
speak. Elsa sat down hard on his stomach and thrust her breasts into his face.
"Suck them." She ordered angrily. Mark struggled to raise his head slightly as
he took the already hard bud of her nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue
gently around the sweet flesh. Sucking harder he nibbled gently at the swelling
teat with his teeth then nipped. Elsa gave a low moan. "Your good at that." She
said, sitting up suddenly. "I've gone all tingly. "Her right hand reached down
to cup her mound over her black knickers. Her hips began to undulate slowly as
she pushed her crotch against her hand. Mark stared in an agony of lust. "You
know I think I'm all damp down there." Elsa continued mercilessly, moving her
hand to one side to let him see. Mark's eyes locked on the small strip of cloth
that covered her sex and the dark stain that was spreading across it. Elsa's
hand slipped inside her panties, making them bulge obscenely. Her hips continued
to weave their pattern as her fingers moved inside the knickers. Mark glanced
quickly at her face, there was a tension there now that had not been present
before. Suddenly Elsa grabbed the crotch of her knickers with her other hand and
pulled. The thin material ripped easily. Moving up the bed, she positioned
herself over Mark's face. Slowly, teasingly she ran her fingers through her
thick bush of pubic hair. With her index finger she traced the outer lips of her
cunt. A shudder ran through her body as the finger slipped between the lips into
her pussy. Recovering quickly she removed her finger and ran it along Mark's
lips. His tongue flicked out. Elsa's finger was damp with her juices. He felt
his cock twitch. Her finger darted into his mouth and Mark instinctively sucked
it clean. "Tell me what you want to do to my cunt." Elsa breathed. Mark closed
his eyes, his brain full of erotic images, but somehow unable to reveal them.
Frustrated, he tugged at the chain holding him. "Open your eyes." Her voice was
harsh again. Mark looked up as Elsa's crotch, framed by her tattered knickers,
descended on his face. For a second he panicked, then instinct took over. Unable
to see what he was doing, Mark reached out with his tongue, working it through
the pubic hair until he found her slit. Elsa's knees clamped tight against his
head and she pushed herself against his face. Emboldened by her reaction, Mark
worked his tongue between her sex lips, into her soaking cunt and sucking her
juices into his mouth. Grunting, Elsa thrust hard against Mark's face. Her knees
ground into his skull as her muscles spasmed, then slowly relaxed. Mark yanked
at his handcuffs, desperate to touch her body. After a brief pause, Elsa moved
back down Mark's body and positioned herself over his cock. Her hand snaked out,
surrounding his throbbing column and she began to pull the foreskin down and up
over his cock head. Squatting down she began to rub the head of his cock against
her slit with a deliberate slowness. Mark stared at the juices that were
beginning to trickle out of her sex and down onto his cock. The gentle friction
of of her pussy lips was almost unbearable. He thrust his hips, desperate to
enter her cunt, but Elsa held him firmly down. "Tell me what you want." She
whispered. Mark looked into her eyes. Alongside the pleasure there was a hint of
fear. The excruciating pleasure continued to build inside him. He knew he could
not hold out much longer. He had to get inside her. "I want to fuck you." He
gasped. "I want to stick my cock in your cunt." As soon as he spoke, Elsa began
to sink downwards, her eager pussy swallowing his rigid shaft easily right to
the hilt. Holding his cock deep inside her, she leant forward and kissed him,
her tongue sliding into his mouth. Then, sitting back, she began to ride his
cock, her hips undulating as she slid up and down. Mark gazed at her, face
flushed, breasts bouncing as they fucked. He felt her muscles tightening a she
began to build to orgasm again. Unable to contain himself any longer, he spurted
his seed deep inside her welcoming body. Moments later Elsa sank down over him
as pleasure wracked her body. "Next time, maybe I'll let you tie me up." She
gasped. Have fun,
THE END
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