Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“My my, what an arresting sight, did you bring your handcuffs?”

“I never go anywhere without them.”

“Mmm, in that case, I’ll come quietly officer.”

“Really, you don’t seem the type to come quietly.”

“Well let’s just say that I’ll try not to make too much noise.”

“Have you thought about me much in the past week?”

“Yes, I’ve missed you, I got very close to you during those two weeks in court, not as close as I’d like to have been though.”

“I’ve thought about you a lot, almost every night.”

“Really?”

“Yes, in a very satisfying way, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I think I do, I’ve thought about you in that way too.”

“So what do you intend to do about it?” Said her client as she slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs again.

“Well, you’ve been a dream client in many ways, always willing to take my advice, perhaps you might continue in that spirit and do exactly as I say now?”

“This is new territory for me, being… ‘advised’ by a woman, so I’d be grateful for your guiding hand… wherever you want to put it.”

“Good, I’m very happy to show you the ropes, but perhaps we’ll leave ropes and handcuffs for another time, unless you insist otherwise of course?”

“Well I have gone to the trouble of bringing my handcuffs with me, I had hoped that they might come in useful this afternoon, it’s always possible that, if I get over excited, I might need to be restrained at some point; it’s something that I think I’d find deeply satisfying and rewarding if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, of course, now you mention it, you do look a little excitable; the idea appeals to me immensely,” said Fiona as a trickle of pussy juice seeped into her panty gusset.

“I hope you don’t think that I’m being presumptuous.”

“No, no not at all, I think we’re thinking very much along the same lines. I hope you won’t think it presumptuous of me that I’ve booked a room at the Crowne Plaza. We can’t stay here, so we may as well be comfortable; a large busy hotel will be the safest bet. We must not, on any account, be seen together, the press would have a field day.”

“Yes, it would cause quite a stir to say the least.”

“Here, take this key card, it’s room 411, it’s booked in my daughter’s name, I asked her to put a bottle of champagne in the fridge, she should also have left a couple of champagne flutes. Help yourself while you’re waiting for me. I’ll turn up fifteen minutes after you. Just go straight up to the room, but if you think anyone has recognised you, send me a message and I’ll be especially careful.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful too.”

“Not too careful when I arrive I hope? We’ve got the room for the night, but of course you can leave whenever you like.”

“You won’t mind if I leave tonight will you? I’d like to be home after… after we’ve, erm…”

“After I’ve fucked you?”

“Yes, this time at least, if I please you, perhaps we can get together again?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you’d better get your shapely backside over to the hotel and wait for me. Will you be able to open a bottle of champagne?”

“Yes, I’ve got strong hands.”

“Mmm, in that case, I think we’ll definitely need the handcuffs, if I’m to stand a chance of staying in control of a strong young woman like you.”

“I’ll be good, I promise.”

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Fiona arrived home just after ten-thirty. She’d messaged Annabelle from the hotel room to say that she was on her way. Her daughter had replied to say that she would be ready and waiting for her with open legs. Annabelle had enjoyed playing a small part in her mother’s sexual conquest of her client. As she waited for her mother’s return, she changed out of her jumper and leggings into hold ups, heels and a tight, short blue dress.

As soon as Fiona had closed the front door, Annabelle had her pressed up against it, kissing her face and lips, and running her tongue around her mouth. She’d insisted that her mother should not shower after sex with her client, because she wanted to smell and taste the woman’s pussy on her. She was already aroused, but the scent of another woman on her mother was just as incredibly erotic as she had imagined it would be.

She wanted to pull her mother down onto the hallway floor, still in her long outdoor coat, and thrust her hands up her skirt, where her client’s hands had been, to reclaim her territory. For now though, she resisted the urge, and, instead, helped Fiona remove her coat and suit jacket. Then she led her through to the lounge where she had dimmed the lights, and placed an open bottle of claret and two glasses on the small table next to the settee.

“So, how did it go mother? I want all the details, don’t leave anything out,” said Annabelle as she sat with her legs crossed, with her stocking tops on view, lifting the wine glass to her mouth.

Fiona draped herself sexily at the other end of the settee and crossed her legs. Her pinstriped pencil skirt rode up enough to show the underside of her shapely thigh, with just a hint of stocking top. Her blouse was unbuttoned to just below her cleavage, and her hair looked a little disheveled. She still looked slightly flushed, her whole appearance was that of a woman who had just indulged in vigorous sex and had come hard.

“Well, to borrow one of your phrases, it was awesome darling, and I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said, as she opened her bag and pulled out her panties, her client’s panties, and a pair of police issue handcuffs.

“Naughty mummy.”

“I thought you’d enjoy seeing my trophies. We’ll be able to have hours of fun with these,” said Fiona, holding up the handcuffs, “but that’s for another time.”

“Please can I have her panties?”

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