The Boss

Meredith retraced her steps across the dancefloor and passed the kitchen at the front of the house. The powder room was quiet and cool and gave her a moment to gather herself. When she unlocked the door, Robert stepped in, locked the door behind him and crowded her back against the sink. He kissed her hard and lifted her up until she sat on the marble countertop, then pushed up her skirt to expose her naked sex.

‘Mmm …’ He bent his head and held her open with his thumbs, licking and nipping at her pussy lips before thrusting his tongue deep inside her. She squirmed to get closer, blatantly rubbing herself over his working mouth and unshaven chin until she climaxed. He groaned his approval against her clit and one of his fingers slid back to rim her asshole before venturing inside. She braced her hands on the cold marble as he pulled away, his face wet with her juices, his eyes narrowed and so blue that she felt as if she was looking at the ocean again.

‘Take out my cock and suck it.’

He slid a hand around the back of her neck, bending her forwards until she could unzip his jeans and release his hard hot length. She licked him like an ice cream, and he pushed against her lips until she took him deep, swallowed him down and sucked him in a regular driving pattern. He groaned her name, brought a hand round to her ass and flipped up her skirt. She smelled the rose soap by the sink and then his slick finger sank into her ass and then another one. His thumb delved into her cunt.

‘Have you ever had three guys, Meredith?’ he murmured. ‘Fucking you, filling you?’

She couldn’t answer him with his shaft stretching her throat, but she came for him, let him know how much his words excited her.

‘Fuck, I’d like to be part of that. Three of us on you until we ran out of come.’

He grunted and shoved his hips forwards and came down her throat, holding her head so that she had to take everything. Not that she wanted to move, not that she wanted to be anywhere but where she was right now with him all around her. She waited until he relaxed his grip on her hair before sitting upright again. He kissed her mouth, one hand still buried between her legs, the other pinching her nipples. She’d never felt so alive, so well used, so drunk on the smell and power of sex.

‘We’re not finished yet,’ he whispered. ‘I’m going to take everything from you tonight, strip you down to basics, make you think of nothing else but me and my cock and what I’m going to do to you next.’ He nipped her breast through her dress, making her shudder. ‘Maybe I’ll fuck you in front of everyone. Get Josh and Will to help. Make you kneel at our feet and suck cock all night. I wonder if you’d be able to stop me?’

She finally found her voice. ‘What if I didn’t want to stop you?’

He moved back, slowly buttoned his jeans and washed his hands. ‘Then we might have a problem.’

He unlocked the door and left. Meredith reached forwards and relocked it with fingers that shook. She was going crazy. Was she really contemplating publicly fucking the owner of the company and her two best friends at the company party? What about her colleagues? What about her hard-earned respect? She retied her halter neck and smoothed down her rumpled skirt. But the thought of making Robert Clevedon lose control was almost worth the risk.

The sun had disappeared below the horizon and a lot of the party guests had disappeared as well. The remainder were sitting watching something sporty on a big flat-screen TV. Meredith squeezed in on the end of the couch next to Josh and Will who scooted up to make room for her. No one bothered to put the main lights on, and the shadows lengthened throughout the room.

Meredith felt rather than saw Robert sit beside her. He leaned in close and murmured, ‘I’m not much into American sports. I don’t have a clue what’s going on here.’

‘I can help you with that,’ Meredith whispered in return, allowing her hand to drop to his thigh and the bulge of his cock. Will glanced down at her and angled his shoulder to shield her and Robert from the rest of the party. When everyone started shouting at the umpire, she eased Robert’s zip down and released his cock, wrapped her hand around him and worked him through her fingers.

He leaned against the couch, his arms spread along the back, and let her play with him. The soft wet sounds were easily covered by the noise of the TV. Unlike Will and Josh, he wasn’t circumcised, and she enjoyed dragging down his foreskin to expose the tender flesh of his wet slit.

A roar went up from the TV viewers and Robert’s arm came around Meredith’s waist. In one rough motion, he lifted her onto his lap and down on his cock. She bit her lip as he filled her, then saw Will realise what Robert had done and nudge Josh. God, he was big and she was so over-sensitive now. One flick of his finger on her clit made her come and she had nowhere to hide, had to ride out the pleasure among the cheers for the local team.

Eventually Robert lifted her off him, his smile still firmly in place. He held out his hand and murmured just loudly enough for Josh and Will to hear him as well. ‘I want all three of us to fuck you. I don’t think we’ll be missed for a while. Come upstairs.’

Meredith smiled at him and nudged Josh and Will until they also got up. She was finally going to get her perfect sexual fantasy. And even better, if she were lucky, every time Robert Clevedon was in town, that fantasy would become her permanent reality.

What the Maid Saw

Justine Elyot

They looked like an interesting couple. I watched them sidelong while I dusted a bust of some ancient lord or other, as they checked in at reception.

They had booked separate rooms, but were allotted the ones with the connecting door, whether by chance or prior arrangement I didn’t know. Their dress suggested a working partnership, with him in the superior role. She was perhaps a PA or less senior member of the organisation. She let him do all the talking at the desk and hung back, fidgeting with her phone.

I admired her shapely bottom in its tight-fitting skirt and the curve of her calves, displayed to advantage by her strappy black heels. I imagined my hands on that arse, squeezing little dimples into the cheeks with my thumbs. I imagined those sky-high heels over my shoulders while I licked her sweet little pussy. Was he going to do all that? Or were they genuine colleagues? Somehow, I didn’t think so.

I was still in the lobby with my polish and dusters when they came down from their rooms for tea on the terrace. I applied a final wipe to a vase and hotfooted upstairs, keen to indulge my favourite hobby.

I am making a collection of photographs – call it an art project – of the guests’ belongings. I think it will make an intriguing exhibition when it is finished. All the detritus of life is in it: the pill bottles, the discarded novels, the ripped stockings, the binned pregnancy tests, the dying anniversary flowers. Once, a gun. Another time, a crack pipe and a wad of money. But most of what I photograph is sexual. Vibrators, used underwear, handcuffs. He looks like a handcuffs man.

I opted for the room on the right, which appeared to be hers. It had all the typical feminine fixings. An evening dress hung on the outside of the wardrobe. Perfumes and lotions on the dresser. I opened the drawer, hoping for something shocking, but found only some electric chargers and a Gideon bible. Her underwear yielded no latex or leather, not even anything cheekily crotchless.

Perhaps I was wrong and they were simply a boss and a secretary spending a post-conference night here.

Footsteps on the landing threw me into panic. Had they changed their minds about the tea? I considered hiding in the wardrobe, but seconds later realised that they were both going into the room nextdoor.

His was the voice I heard first. ‘I’ve told you about this before,’ he said. ‘You do not give orders. You leave the ordering to me.’

‘But you were in the lobby, seeing about your newspaper. And they came to take the order. And I knew what you wanted.’

‘None of that alters anything, Mara. You have broken a rule. And you know what happens when you break a rule, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she said with a resigned sigh.

Mara might have known what happened when she broke a rule, but I didn’t, and I very much wanted to. I tiptoed to the connecting door, knelt down and put my eye to the keyhole.

He stood by the bed with his arms folded while she – Mara – was rummaging in a dresser drawer. She had her back to me and, as she bent to retrieve whatever it was, her bottom was thrust out, tautening her skirt to maximum stretch. He was looking at it too, the dirty bastard, getting a good long eyeful.

She straightened up again, turned and handed him something. It was a leather strap, about half an inch thick, with a grip for the hand at one end.

I took a deep breath. I was in for a treat.

When he took the strap, he slapped it into his palm, as if testing its painfulness, then he nodded.

‘You know what comes next,’ he prompted, and the lovely Mara dropped on her knees in front of him, head bowed.

‘Please, Sir, I’m sorry I broke a rule and I beg to be punished for it.’

‘I’m considering it.’

‘Please, Sir. I really need it. Please punish me.’

‘How hard?’

‘As hard as you think I deserve.’

‘Good.’

He was good. Very good. Making her beg for it – nice touch. I’d have to add it to my repertoire.

She bent to kiss his shiny shoes, her silky hair falling over her cheek. I pictured her bending like that to lick my clit, all so sweetly submissive and obedient. I raised my skirt to my waist and put my fingers down my knickers. Damn this stupid country-house hotel and its inconvenient uniform.

‘We’ll start with my hand,’ he said, seating himself in the armless straight-backed chair by the bureau. ‘Remove your skirt and place yourself over my knee.’

I watched her unzip, my mouth watering as I wondered which view of her I would have. Perhaps her face, suffering and contorting in pain. Or perhaps her bottom. I rather hoped for the latter.

Her tight skirt had been tugged down over the swell of her hips before I glimpsed her milky thighs, with their suspender straps interrupting the smooth expanse of skin. She stepped out of it and laid herself gracefully over his lap. Joy of joys, I had the most perfect view of her upthrust bum, the flesh spilling from her silky shorts.