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Velvet's hand hoveredover the dial button on her telephone. She hesitated, unsure of the consequences in dialling the number she had just keyed in. The man she had taken the number from yesterday, after work at the bar, was at the forefront of her thoughts; he was hard to forget. His smouldering gaze was etched into her mind's eye, sending a shiver down her spine again and again, exactly as it had done the first time she stood before him. ?I have been looking for someone like you. I'd like you to call me.? The words replayed in her head. Their conversation of the night before had begun normally but she was amazed at his confidence and how quickly he had turned their conversation towards sex - and explicitly so - without making her feel the subject of a cheap hit. He appeared to have been his his early forties, with dark brown hair, blue eyes and just over six feet tall. She had no idea of the physique that hid beneath his shirt and tailored suit but she got the impression he was in very good shape. He was well spoken and clearly well educated. He summoned words expertly, only speaking when needing to speak, yet there had never been a dull moment with him. He had turned her on. She might have tried to hide it but she knew he knew it too. His frankness, in suggesting she might like to become ?his personal sex object? was forward beyond belief, yet his confidence and demeanour had left her wanting just that. She cast her doubts aside and pushed the button before they could return. The ringtone sounded in the earpiece. Once. Twice. She felt nervousness return and quickly searched for he button to hang-up. ?Hello?? A voice answered. She froze, recognising the voice immediately. Her nose seemed to smell his aftershave, remembering it from the day before, the sound of his voice triggering the connection. "Hello?? The voice asked once again. Her mouth was dry but she found herself saying, ?Hello, this is Velvet, from ? the other night. Is that Ryan?? ?Yes.? He said. Then nothing. Velvet waited but he stayed silent. He wanted her to lay her cards on the table first, to see her hand before revealing his own. ?I wanted to take you up on your offer.? She said, gulping immediately after. ?My offer?? He said. ?I offered you nothing. You on the other hand are the one who has something to offer. Let's try that again, shall we?? The line went quiet again. She trembled, knowing the answer Ryan expected from her. It had been all too clear in their conversation the day before, yet she resisted the answer she knew was expected of her. ?Well Velvet, what is it you want?? He asked again, this time with a tone of immediacy in his voice. ?I want,? she began, knowing full well her next words would be giving herself over to him. ?I want to be to be your slut, Ryan.? ?Not bad,? he said. ?But not quite there yet I'm afraid. And please don't call me Ryan. You must address me as Sir for the time being. Now what was it ? exactly ? that I said you could do for me?? Remembering his instruction of the night before she dragged the words reluctantly from her lips. ?I want to be your Fuck Toy, Sir,? she said immediately. ?Please. Let me be your Fuck Toy.? ?That's better,? Ryan said. ?I will send an SMS to your number with the address and I'll see you tomorrow at seven sharp. Wear something sexy and stylish. I want you to show your figure. Heels and stockings are compulsory. Also, I want your make up to be heavy, as if on a night out. Red lipstick and dark eye shadow are what I want. Your hair must be in a pony tail.? He hung up. Velvet noticed how her heart was pounding and she gasped for breath. This was the first time since her marriage she had ever given a sexual invitation to a man other than her husband. Her marriage that was now nothing more than a signature on a document and a scrapbook of photographs. Her husband was away from home more than he was there. His brief stays in between business trips were now all she had to look forward to of seeing him and even then he was distant, his mind always on his work. She had tried, at times to spice up their sex life, tried to entice him with lurid underwear and dirty talk but he always seemed to have something better to do. She barely slept that night. The following evening she prepared herself. She wore black seamed hold ups and heels with a tight fitting knee-length pencil skirt with a slit from the hem at the rear. She had pondered on wearing her blond hair up to reveal the curves of her neck - which was adorned with a velvet choker, above a white satin blouse - but opted for the pony tail as he had requested. She took her time in front of a mirror with her make up and when finished, almost saw a different person in the reflection. She had complied fully with his instructions. The Şişli escort (http://sisli.t2bro.net) cab arrived and as she walked to the front door, she noticed the picture of her and her husband for the last time before leaving. She closed the door firmly behind her as she turned to walk down to the cab that waited. Twenty minutes later, she arrived. The large house had a long sweeping driveway, which passed the front door halfway along. She knew Ryan had money, that had been obvious from his attitude and attire, but this she had not expected. He had given little away. The cab stopped and she got out. Paying the driver in full, with a generous tip, she turned and headed away from the car. The cab waited for her to find her way into the house. Velvet walked towards the door, with her heels crunching in the loose gravel driveway, before clacking on the more solid surface that led to the door. She knocked and waited. Just as she was about to turn her head to see if the cab driver was still watching, the latch on the door clicked and the door opened. A young woman answered, with red hair and a figure-hugging black dress. ?Hello,? she said. ?Velvet, I presume?? ?Yes.? Velvet replied, mildly surprised the pretty young woman knew her name. ?Come in, won't you. Ryan is in the drawing room.? The girl motioned into the house. ?Please, this way,? she beckoned. Velvet followed towards a large pair of wooden doors. The woman opened them and showed her inside. Velvet passed through the doors and waited in silence as the red-headed woman closed them behind her. Ryan sat on a leather sofa, legs crossed, in a dark suit, and tie, his collar button open. A glass of malt scotch sat on the low, glass topped table in front of him. Some way behind him, another door was shut. To his sides were bookcases laden with an array of books that reached the ceiling. Nearby, an old yet immaculate sturdy wooden desk and chair was near the wall, looking sparse and seldom used as if more for decoration Instead of greeting her, he immediately began to dictate instructions. ?Come forward, Velvet. Stand over here please,? he requested. Velvet took a deep breath and lifted her foot to take her first step. Her head felt light all of a sudden and her feet could barely feel the varnished wood of the floor beneath her as she moved towards him. ?Stop there,? Ryan instructed. ?Turn around, slowly, until you are facing the window.? Velvet's breathing deepened. She began by turning her head, then her hips and finally her feet as she moved around. She saw the window and stopped, her back now facing him as he sat, looking on. She could sense his eyes tracing from the tips of her shoe heels, up the back of her stocking seams and over her pencil skirt. She heard the leather of the sofa shift as Ryan stood. He moved towards her, not saying anything, the heels of his shoes echoing softly in the sporadically furnished drawing room. He came to a stop just inches behind her. She became aware of the warmth of his body and felt her own tense slightly. ?Why did you choose this outfit, Velvet?? He whispered in her ear. ?I ? um ?,? she stuttered, taken completely unaware by the question. ?Speak up,? he said firmly. Jolted into words by his abrupt tone, she found herself speaking the first thing that popped into her mind. ?I wanted to look my best for you,? she said. ?I wanted to ? please you. To do as you had told me.? ?Yes. Good,? he said. ?I know you did. I like it. It enhances your figure nicely. I chose well.? There was silence for a moment then she felt Ryan's hand touch her arm. His fingers ran up her arm, making her shiver with their delicate yet purposeful movement, over her shoulder and finally to her neck where they lingered for a moment before he lifted them. ?Take off your panties,? he told her softly, in a serious tone. She felt herself freeze. She had expected some chit-chat and getting-to-know-you conversation first, so she wanted to understand his motive and tried to ask why. ?Well, I ...? ?I SAID,? he raised his voice momentarily, cutting her off, then lowered it again, ?Take off your panties, and place them on the floor in front of you.? She hesitated one last time, in an effort to determine if he meant it and, on deciding he did, she reached down, backing into him. He didn't move and she felt the fabric of her skirt meet with that of his trousers, under which she could feel the heat of his thighs on the cheeks of her bottom. Velvet's hands lifted her skirt at the front and eventually found her panties. Her fingers fumbled nervously at the sides, finally managing to hook them and began to slide them down over her thighs. She lifted one knee, releasing her underwear on one side, then her heeled foot returned to the floor and she repeated Sultangazi escort bayan (http://sultangazi.t2bro.net) the movement with the other knee. She held her silky underwear in her hand and again procrastinated. ?On the floor,? he said behind her firmly. Velvet dropped the panties and they floated to the wooden floor silently. ?Thank you,? Ryan told her. ?Please,? he gestured with his hand towards the sturdy, ornate wooden desk with the chair in front. ?I want you to sit on the desk.? Velvet walked a few paces over to the desk and turned around. She placed her hands on the edge and hoisted herself up, placing her feet on the chair in front. Ryan stared at her momentarily then reached for a small golden bell on the glass coffee table. He picked it up and shook it. The shrill ringing broke the silence; footsteps could be heard walking towards the room. He put the bell down and moved another, smaller chair that had stood next to the opposite wall into the middle of the room. He then sat down and waited. The young girl who had led her in entered the room, with a length of rope in her hand. She walked towards Ryan, who now sat in the other chair, looking intently at Velvet as she perched on the desk. Ryan dropped his hands to his sides and the young girl, who did not make eye contact with Velvet, proceeded to bind him to the chair with the rope. It all looked very staged to her. As the events in the room unfolded, she began to wonder what part she would be playing in them. When Ryan was securely tied to his chair, the young woman left the room and closed the doors. ?Are you ready to begin?? Ryan asked. Velvet trembled again. She nodded and asked, ?What am I to do?? ?Masturbate for me.? She gulped. Her mouth was dry, making it difficult to swallow. ?Now? Here?? ?Immediately. Or you will be shown the way out.? Velvet nodded and moved her hand up her leg, into her skirt, which rode up her thighs as it went towards its destination between her legs. As her fingers reached her pussy, she noticed how wet she had become just in last few moments. Suddenly she felt embarrassed and felt her face redden as she blushed profusely. Ryan's expression did not change, he simply looked directly at her. Velvet felt compelled to stop and dismount the desk but simultaneously wished to further her arousal. Her fingers began to slide over her luscious, soft femininity, parting the lips as they pressed inward. She took a deep hissing breath between her teeth as the sensation overwhelmed her. Somehow, the dark, bound, suited man in the chair who looked on, excited her immensely. She felt a shiver run the length of her body and she moved one leg up onto the desk, leaving the other on the fabric of the chair. Her legs were well apart now and the skirt had risen above her thighs, leaving her swollen labia in plain sight. Ryan sat quite still; his expression and gaze set in stone, yet as she became more animated and her breathing deepened, his mouth parted and she caught a glimpse of his tongue as it pressed against the inner wall of his teeth. Velvet now felt wantonly naughty. In the silence of the room, she performed her innermost private ritual before this virtual stranger, allowing him to see an expression she would normally reserve for an empty room. The first moans of pleasure escaped her lips. She felt her orgasm building as her fingers worked knowingly on her clit. Ryan looked on, tilting his head slightly, raising an eyebrow as his eyes feasted on her performance. Her hips gyrated in time with the motion of her fingers as she succumbed to the wave of pleasure that swept over her body. As she came, she exhaled sharply, trying to retain some composure but failed as a huge moan left her lungs. ?Good girl,? Ryan told her, encouraging her to continue. ?I want another. This time, you'll bend over the desk and face the wall.? She nodded. Her head was in a spin from the force of the orgasm that had just ripped through her and she no longer felt awkward before him. She climbed down, not even bothering to adjust her skirt and turned around, bending over the wooden desk. Her bare arse and tight hole now faced him. She spread her legs and placed her arm under her body, her hand connecting once more with her dripping honey pot. ?Mmm, mmm,? she moaned as the slightest touch from her already wet fingers made her body tingle with delight. ?Oh ? Oh God, YES!? she cried, opening her legs wider and plunged her fingers into her tight hole, fucking herself towards another climax. In no time at all, she felt her legs weaken as she orgasmed again before him. Her juices now trickled down her thigh leaving a trail that shone on her body under the dim light of the room. ?Taste yourself, slut,? she heard his voice behind her. Escort Taksim (http://taksim.t2bro.net) ?Clean your fingers - for me.? Velvet moved her hand back to her mouth and lapped at her sticky, scented fingers. The smell of her sex excited her as did her actions. She was being such a dirty whore in front of this complete stranger yet felt entirely comfortable ? for now. ?Untie me immediately,? Ryan ordered. ?She pushed herself up from the desk and walked over to him, finally allowing her skirt to slide back down her thighs. She moved behind him and paused for a moment, wondering what would become if she disobeyed him. ?Don't even think about disobeying me, girl,? he told her. ?The night is young and I haven't yet made up my mind what to do with you. I strongly suggest you behave.? She quickly untied him and stood back. Ryan stood up, turned around and pointed at the chair. "Sit down.? He commanded. Velvet moved around the chair and sat down in front of him. She stared for a moment at the noticeable bulge in his trousers, the outline of his firm tool clearly visible through the flimsy material. She snapped out of it and quickly looked up, as if to hide the fact she had been staring but it was apparent from her blushing face as to where her eyes had been. ?It's no use trying to hide your thoughts from me, slut. It is evident what you want.? Ryan's hand moved to his fly and unzipped it slowly before her widening eyes. His hand went inside and eventually freed his throbbing penis and beneath it his balls too. The tip was smeared with pre-cum and the crimson helmet of his cut cock pointed directly at her face. ?Now Velvet, I am going to give you some clear instructions, which you will follow without question. Is that understood?? Velvet nodded, her gaze remaining fixed on his poised length. ?I want you to masturbate again. Place your right hand on your wet pussy and begin. When you cum, I will then make you suck my cock, is that clear?? She nodded. ?No, I want to hear it. Is that clear?? ?Yes.? She said almost breathless. ?Yes ? what?? ?Yes, Sir. It is clear.? She said at last, finally understanding how she was expected to respond. ?Good. Begin.? Velvet began to massage her slit once more. It was so wet, so utterly wet, like she hadn't felt in a very long time. ?Now place your left hand on my thigh.? She reached up and held his thigh, feeling the firm muscle beneath his trousers. Instinctively, her left hand squeezed and massaged as her right hand worked between her thighs. She bit her lip and looked up at Ryan longingly. ?No. I did not say you could look at my face. You need to earn that. Look at my cock, slut.? His forceful words pushed her on, allowing the first inevitable signs of an orgasm to induce trembling shivers in her thighs. She looked at his cock as instructed. A strand of pre-cum now dangled like a dew-drop, thinning as gravity pulled it to the floor between them. The droplet landed on the shiny leather of his black shoe, blemishing the otherwise perfect surface. As she found herself wondering how it would feel on her tongue, she noticed her orgasm was now seconds away. She imagined her lips moving over the head of his cock and as she did so, she shuddered violently and came, hard, in front of Ryan once more. She moaned loudly and sobbed in its aftermath as the orgasm subsided gradually. ?Good girl.? Ryan said. ?Now place your right hand on my other thigh and open your mouth.? She obeyed immediately. Her sticky fingers gripped his other thigh and her mouth now waited patiently before him. ?I am going to fuck your mouth slowly,? he began, ?And as I do so, you will moan with pleasure, just like you did when you came for me. Do you understand?? She nodded gently, as if not entirely sure about the next few minutes. She had sucked her husband's cock many times during foreplay but had never completed with him. He had said that, for him, he was unable to come during oral sex and always moved to vaginal penetration after a few minutes. She had often wondered how it would be to have a hard cock pulse and spit its hot load onto her tongue, to feel the owner hold her head firmly as he grunted in the the throes of rapture, making her drink his bodily fluids without option. Noticing her reluctance, Ryan asked, ?Have you swallowed cum before tonight?? She closed her mouth and shook her head. ?I see,? he said, then continued with, ?Have you ever accepted a man's cum in your mouth before?? She shook her head once again. Ignoring her he went on, ?Okay, now open you mouth as I told you before.? Ryan eased his cock into her open mouth, the pre-cum now pushed onto her tongue and to the back of her throat. She could taste him. A subtly tangy taste which aroused her desire for him to continue. His cock slid back out and rested on her lip momentarily before sliding inward again. ?Moan, slut. I want to hear your desire.? She moaned; at first it was slightly forced but as his cock continued to slide in and out, the moaning became her own. Ryan now placed his hands on the sides of her head, gathering her hair and taking hold firmly.