Dictation...

Part I - Gross Moral Turpitude
Part II - The Interview

Part III - Dictation

“Mr. S., I think that we need to de-stress you. Let me help.” Cathy walked seductively towards me, her hips swaying. She sucked her index finger coquettishly.

She slid between my thighs and replaced her finger with my cock. Fuck, that felt good... All that anticipation, all that temptation - rock hard in her mouth. Her head bobbed, her saliva dribbled... She gazed deep into my eyes. I could feel the pressure rising. “How does that feel, sir?”

I unknotted my tie and slid the silk around her wrists - pulling them tight together as she held my penis in her hand and mouth. Her grip tightened in anticipation.

“Very good, Miss Minx,” I replied. “But I think I need examine your credentials more closely. Sit on the sofa. Have you dressed appropriately? I need my staff well dressed at all times. Hitch up your skirt... I need to see. Higher...”

Cathy was wearing stockings and suspenders on her long, long legs. It was my turn to get between her thighs, which parted for me. I kissed her hungrily, our tongues jousting, nibbling her lips. My hands gripped her breasts - she pushed her chest out (she liked her breasts to be treated a little too roughly for my tastes). I slipped down to taste her - I pulled her black lace thong aside and my fingers found her wetness. I lapped and probed at her engorged lips until I felt the familiar contractions and she bucked so hard it was all I could do to keep two fingers buried deep inside her curled up onto her g-spot.

“Mmm,” she murmured quietly.

“I'm very disappointed in you, Miss Minx. I think you should realise that, whilst I expect - no, demand - that you get full job satisfaction, you have neglected my needs. You need to be punished.”

“Oh please, no...” She said, winking.

# Don't try this sort of stuff with an escort unless you know her very well... #

I undid her hands and stood her up by the sofa. I then tied her hands (note: allow her to hold one end, so that merely by letting go, she frees herself) behind her back. I bent her over the back of the sofa. Slap. She recoiled (I'd never played like this with her).

“I didn't hear a thank you...” I said.

“Thank you, sir - can I have another?” Hmm... Slap on the other cheek. “Mmm - thank you”

I reached out and grabbed a condom a vibe and some lube from her “bag of tricks”.

“This is not the only form of punishment for you tonight. I am going to fuck you hard, Miss Minx. I will also fuck your arse. Do you understand, Miss Minx?”

“Yes Mr. S. I deserve it. I am your whore to do what you want with.”

With that I slid the vibe into her pussy and began to work lube into her anus.

To be continued...