CONSENT!

She was an accountant. She worked on a few clients in a big firm, one of those clients was ‘Bill’. Bill had several companies at the firm; but she was the accountant on his trust fund, while other bookkeepers worked on his larger accounts.

Bill was unhappy. When Bill was unhappy everyone was unhappy. He was unhappy to the extent that he came in and yelled. Guess who was his most favored recipient? Yep this little 28 year old. Living with her boyfriend, this green eyed; long legged woman was the center of his storm. The other accountants tried to protect her but he was beyond reason.

“You should come to my hometown and see what I’m talking about!” He growled at her.

“Yes!” Her boss urged, eager to put off the dismal fear that he may pull an account, “You should go and persuade the bank to comply with these requests.”

“But I have other clients….”

“Oh you can work remotely,” she was briskly dismissed.

“Where would I stay….”

“Hotel,” Bellowed Bill, “Put it on my account!”

“Sir, wait, how long will I have to stay…” She protested.

“Seven days will do it!” Bill’s bellowing answer as he sprung from the chair and paced the room.

“Yes go,” the team urged.

“Ok,” she whispered with a shy smile.

“Good!” Bill’s bellow turned into civil chatter, “Let me work out the plan.”

The boss insisted on lunch with Bill, and she was seated as far from him as possible. However, during lunch Bill moved to sit next to her briefly. Loudly he announced where she would stay and how long. But under the table he rested his hand on her leg, dragged his hand up her thigh, and his thin long finger grazed her pussy.

“I can’t wait!” He announced, bounded up and returned to his seat opposite her.

“You know I am going to fuck you right,” he whispered in her ear before he stood and returned to a seat opposite.

Now if we left the story there you would believe she was going to be used and abused. However, both Bill and herself had planned this for months. They had paused their accounting calls and had drifted into sex calls for months. Together, they planned his outrage, not too much, not too little. The perfect plan. An excuse for her bosses, an excuse for her boyfriend, and an expected absence from her life, while Bill’s wife, and Bill’s would know the accountant from out of town was here. The perfect excuse.

The shudder along her limbs answered his wayward finger that touched her for the first time. Her chin lowered and she watched him over her glasses like lioness stalking her prey. Three more weeks before she was under him. How would she survive?

“When you are here will you sleep naked unless I allow you to put on special clothes?” Quarried his message.

“Yes, Sir” was her answer.

“That’s not good enough. You have to agree to every word,”

“When I’m in the hotel I will sleep naked unless you allow me to wear special clothes, Sir,” She messaged back.

“When I’m in the hotel I will always stand with my legs open and wear a short skirt when allowed so you can reach up my skirt and touch me, Sir.”

“You can put your cock in my mouth for as long as you like, Sir.”

“You can cum in my mouth, Sir.”

“Yes of course, you can cum in my ass, Sir.”

“Yes please pull my hair, Sir.”

“Yes you can cum on my face when you want, Sir.”

And so the messages went. Each one surrendering part of her body, a part of her imagination, and her very soul to this man.

After a flutter of messages, poor little miss’s panties were so wet she took herself to the car and dug up a spare. But no matter, he was in her head. A simple good morning set her heart racing. She clung to her phone and its sudden vibrating racked her body with guilty lust. Poor boyfriend poked meaninglessly at the mountain of desire between her legs and the fantasies between her ears were unmolested.

The landing plane accelerated her excitement. She was surprised that Bill was not there, but had sent a car. She knew too that she would not call him Bill, but he was always SIR! Once at the hotel she scanned the faces but he was absent. However he spied on her from his car in the parking lot. Watched as the wind whipped her hair, watched her red fingernails slowly brushed back the hair. His memory captured her red lips and nails, and blond hair, along with a long green eyed side glance. His resolve to visit her only at night melted and he prepared himself to follow her upstairs.

At her check-in there were special instructions. They handed her two access key cards. The room was massive. The big king side bed filled only a small part of the room. You could still park a car on the beautiful red carpet. She threw herself on the bed, with arms outstretched, even her long limbs did not reach the edges of the bed.

A little ante room housed a desk and there she unpacked her laptop and clothes into the cupboards. The balcony looked over the softly rolling sea.

A knock on the door broke into her excited joy. It was Sir. Wordlessly he smiled then stepped in. His hands cupped her face and pressed his tongue into her open mouth. She was catching her breath as he pushed his tongue into her. His knee split her legs apart and he pushed his hard cock against her wet, pining, pussy. He pinned her against the wall and held her there moving only his tongue.

She undid his belt and dropped his pants. Her hands quickly guided him inside her and she cried against his kiss. He fucked her against the wall it was a wild volatile union. He too had harbored visions of this abuse and saved his fantasy for her. He soon emptied his cock inside. It was a long spurt followed by massive jerks of his hips. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and he was still hard inside her. He carried her to the bed and pushed her head onto his dick and let her lick him clean. He stayed hard and pushed into her mouth. Their violent, desperate desire, was the first wordless exchange they would enjoy.

He roughly pulled off her clothes, all but her boots. His hands roamed her body; it fed his fantasy and kept his cock hard. He flipped her over and fucked her hard. Her expectancy brought her to orgasm again and again. It was a while before he could cum again. He rolled off her and they lay hands clenched and looking up at the ceiling in silence. They had barely spoken.

He roused and dressed. Then held out his hand to her.

“Key-Card.”

She handed him the second key card she had received at reception. He slipped that into his wallet.

“Stay naked today. I will bring you food,” his voice was soft, kind and he smiled.

He messaged her for the next few hours. He asked if she was still naked. He asked if she was horny and wet. He asked if she had been touching herself, as she had. He asked if she liked his cock in her mouth, as she did. How many times did she cum?

And so he returned with burgers, lots of them. He insisted she remain naked.

“As soon as I’m ready and hard, we going to fuck!”

And they did. It was hours later when he finally left her. Both were exhausted.

That was their pattern for the next couple of days. He stopped by at lunch with food and sex. After the office he stopped for sex. They ate at the hotel diner and went back to her room, and sex.

He fucked her wildly and on one visit she tried to stick his cock deep in her mouth and suck as hard as she could. She failed and had to come up for air once or twice. But returned to his cock again and again. Soon he ejaculated in her mouth. It was a first for her, driving a man to this edge, and with just her mouth.

That night she slept the sleep of the dead. Unbeknown to her he made excuses to leave wifey and family, and home, early. He used his card to enter and found her deep in slumber. He stripped silently. His cock ready at the thought of abusing her. He rolled carefully into bed so as not to wake her.

Gently, he pulled her soft leg towards him then stepped between her legs. With his hard cock he plunged violently into her pussy.

She woke with a shock. In the darkened room with a cock inside her. She grabbed his shoulders to try and push him into the light. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed. She curled her legs up to receive him. She recognized his smell before she saw his face. Her surrender to his relentless thrusts resulted in her trembling orgasm that forced her body to ripple under him. The quivering of her body and twitching pussy drove his thrusts onto the edge of violence.

He pulled out of her to indulge his cum into her mouth. His grunts unleashed a banishment to her coyness and sexual fear. It emboldened her in her own lust and desire.

He covered her mouth, forcing her to swallow him. Then slumped next to her. He kissed her neck with gentle imposition. His tongue found her mouth open and she sucked on his tongue with gentleness. His soft stroking of her hair turned into a cupping of her naked breast.

“To sleep next to you naked is such a pleasure,” he confided.

They whispered words of kindness to each other. He drifted into slumber with his lips on her neck. She stretched like a happy cat and followed him into bliss.

In the days that followed she took her sexual aggression to new heights and demanded he unleash any fantasy he had on her body.

“What are you wearing?” He started the day.

“I do love that dress, it shows off your shoulders.”

“Take off that bra.”

“Shorts? You wore shorts today? When you went down for breakfast?”

“Did you pack your white boots?” He asked, after a torrent of questions.

She did, because she knew he admired them. Thigh high white boots with a one inch heel. He got her naked wearing nothing but these boots.

“Now listen to me carefully,” he instructed, “You get done with your work. Then I want you to wait from 5pm. There will be a knock on your door. I have a surprise planned for you.”

“You want me to answer the door NAKED!” She exclaimed, alarmed.

“Yes I do!”

“When you open that door I want you to greet whoever is there with your legs apart and hands at your sides. I want you to stand there like you have been waiting all day. Do you understand?”

She nervously agreed. He never messaged her again, he did not need to, his control, complete. She was wet with lust and anticipation the day and the work poisoned. She practiced her pose in the full length mirror and checked the clock incessantly.

It was 5pm. No knock. Her heart raced. She checked her poise in the mirror. Checked the time. Back to the door. She waited. Was it ten minutes? Checked the clock. Ten after. Where was the surprise?

Back to the door. Poised. A hand on her hip. Did this look good? Was this right? No. No. Hands at her side.

There was no clock near the door. So she had to rush back to bedside to check the clock. It was 5.20pm!

Was he giving her to another man!? There was panic in her chest now. Why would he want her to answer the door naked!?

Where was he? Was it him coming or would there be someone else? It had to be someone else after all he had a key to her room, to her pussy, and to her heart. Panic. It was 5.32pm.

It was about 5.40pm when a loud bang on the door caused her to jump. She hesitated. Practiced her pose and with more confidence than she felt, she threw open the door.

Bill stood back away from the door, head bowed with a naughty smile on his face. He was in the hallway and she nervously wanted to look around him to see if he were alone. His instructions were to stand still and wait but she fidgeted with nervous wonder. She speculated for a moment if someone were joining them. He stepped away and curled a finger for her to follow. She hesitated, heart pounding. Then gingerly followed him into the hallway, looking both left and right in apprehension.

As she stepped out the door closed behind her with a thud. Instinctively she turned to try and catch it, but it had sealed her out and without her key card, she was once again at his mercy. He turned down the hallway and briskly walked to the end where a stairwell loomed. There were doors here that concealed the stairs and he opened them up and slipped away leaving the door to slowly close. She ran after him and followed him. He went upwards and his foot falls echoed. She ran after him giggling in nervous terror of being caught out. There were a few flights to the top, but he stopped her. His cock out and hard. Catching sight of him she stopped a few steps below him and licked her lips.

“What will he do now?” She thought.

He pulled her down and mounted her mouth first and very soon her pussy. He was rough, and she loved it. He was rough and she encouraged it with groans and moans. He was rough and it spurred him on to a violent unleashing. He flipped her at will and her soft squeals encouraged him. It was a while before he could cum but the cold comfortless stairs added to her sense of deprivation and his desire to control both body and her mind.

The loud bang of an overhead storm awoke them from their trance of sex and he pulled her up and headed up the stairs. The door led to the roof, and although enclosed by a brick like palisade fencing, they were exposed to the elements above. The rain lashed the rooftop, bouncing off the surface and dancing there with joy. He pulled her into the brazen fantasy of the falling rain. She was immediately drenched. He, however, found shelter under a small overhanging roof but he pushed her out to be lashed by the furious rains. She gasped in the cold brutal deluge. Yet he had more demands for her body. He made her suck him, face wet, hair plaster to her, water pounding her naked skin. The occasion flash of lightning, and roars from the gods excited and enhanced her orgasms, as he fucked her pussy. He stepped back into shelter, after he had cum and watched her struggle with the weather. First she stood before him hiding her pussy and covering her breasts. He said nothing but watched her, expressionless. Mesmerized.

Soon she realized he needed to see her skin, and her nakedness. She lowered the arm off her breasts and moved her hand away from her pussy. It took a few minutes for her to decide what to do with her hands, and relaxed them at her sides. She took a step towards him but did not try to find shelter, rather she waited for permission. She planted her legs apart, soaked, shivering but determined to wait him out. Determined to force him to call her to safety. The storm roared and flashed, her heart raced as she watched him enjoy her skin, her poise and her vulnerable fear.

With a sweep of her hand she brushed the hair off her face, and returned it motionless to her side, her head bowed in slow submission, but the smile on her face was one of evil surrender to this man. Neither could tell you how long they were locked in this contactless embrace, but the emotions burst from both, desire burst from both and both knew they could never satisfy the other with hard cocks and sucking mouths. That there would be no end to their lust, and love, and hate of each. The desire to hurt and heal, violate and caress, molest and soothe, burned with equal flame as she surrendered to his eye and he knew she would always hold sway over him, always. The whisper from her mouth, would raise in him a beast that he would never control. From that day, naked and compliant, the power of her stole his heart and mind.

He resigned to that emotion but signaled her inside. They stepped out into the first hallway and wordlessly she followed him this time to the elevator. She did not care if anyone saw her, saw them, she realized something had changed, and she had a rare power over her sex, and her body for the first time in her life and she wanted everyone to know what she owned.

After they showered he took her to the bed. He asked for her phone and placed the camera an inch away from her pussy and snapped a few shots. Then he licked her for a long while and again snapped a few shots. Then he fucked her, once again her snapped a few shots.

“You can send me those anytime you’re thinking of this week, or this day,” he said as they lay back and flicked through the pictures, “Not all mind! Just one will do!”

They laughed and she kissed him. His body was warm enough for her to hide in and her tongue to tease. They both ignored that this was their last night together, and her return to the average job, average apartment, average boyfriend, loomed large.

He waited for her to fall asleep before he abandoned her to a lonely night he had hoped their goodbyes were sealed. But the memory and the vision of her surrender in the rain ripped him out of bed in the morning and he returned to her hotel. Soundlessly he returned to her room and watched her. His cock hard, he threw off the covers and again lunged into her with untold violence. Within minutes she was close to orgasm and berated him with cries.

“Harder, harder!”

He squeezed her breasts and pinched them.

“Harder Sir, harder!”

He pulled her ass into his thrusts.

“Harder Sir, please harder!”

His hand found her throat and locked there. She deliberately moved her hands to lie impassively over her head, fingers curled palms exposed. He saw this in an ultimate surrender and his hand at the throat wanted to take her to a place she would never go again. He pounded her ruthlessly. She felt herself slipping away, but as long as it was with this animal, this violator, this man, this Sir, she was content.

Her body fought back and pushed and struggled over her desire and his hold. They struggled.

Soon she was lying on the floor with him standing over her, and drops of his cum fell on her body. In her head she wanted to say “Thank you Sir,” in her head she wanted to say “Do that again, Sir!” in her head she wanted to say “Fuck you, Sir!” in her head she wanted to say, “I love you, Sir!”

But no words came out of her mouth, as she watched Sir wordlessly leave.