A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (32 page)

There was nothing we hadn't tried. Not one art of sex or spanking or bondage.
We tied each other up. On occasion, I even buckled him to the bed and fastened my own arms and legs so that the only way we could make love was by thrusting hips at one another. The only way for him to untie me was with his teeth and those incisors of his might have strayed during the unlacing.

We tasted one another's blood, bodily fluids and
excrement. We rarely talked of our childhoods, or families; our jobs, friends or colleagues. What little time we had together was spent fucking and doing whatever it took to get the best fucking possible. We shared sex stories we had heard from other people and watched pornography we similarly enjoyed. We went through a phase of fornicating only while we were watching pornography. He even had a 55-inch TV set delivered just so we could watch it in more detail. That was one of the fads that eventually dispersed, however. 

I sensed that he wished he had once been as sexually promiscuous as I but that he felt his time
for that was passed. I knew he carried a lot of regret with regards to his marriage. He would very occasionally tell me little bits about what had gone on but I never dared probe him further. I simply sensed that theirs was a failure that should have been admitted long ago but was dragged out much longer than it should have been. It was as though that breakdown still troubled him a great deal, however, and he could not face another. We were always teetering on the brink of collapse, because I felt, if I delivered an ultimatum he would no doubt put me in the same box as his wife.

When he helicoptered us up to some Highland castle, I felt sure there was trouble on the horizon. I was pessimistic the moment I'd been whisked off. We were in the most magnificent wood-panelled room, overlooking landscape I thought only existed in dreams. Green, snow-topped mountains stared back at us and deer wandered the land. We were swathed in furs and silk sheets and he had just ravaged my behind like a good sailor on shore leave. He had started going to the gym more often and he was getting slimmer and more toned. That also set me on edge. His biceps were disturbing and his stomach rippling. The slight spare tyre he once had was gone; replaced by taut muscle and two thick veins running from his navel to his groin. His hips were more pronounced and his throat was more communicative, popping with veins and tendons whenever he looked hurt or troubled. I was mad with desire for him. I wanted to scream out my painful lust into those hills outside to rid myself of them.

“
What's the purpose of all this?” I asked.

He was rubbing
his hand over a silk-draped nipple. It pleased us both to see it harden beneath the soft material. He dove underneath to touch my pussy with his hand, evincing gasps from my mouth and the odd moan.

“
I got a grant to pull the business out of the water. It's all going to be okay, as long as I cancel all perks and let go of some staff.”

“
That's great,” I gasped, almost at crisis.

“
I also had to move into a smaller house, but it doesn't matter.”

I threw his hand away and marched to the bathroom in anguish. That meant nothing was changing. Nothing would ever change. I'd be forever like that; stuck in limbo, just someone's whore and many other men's plaything.

He crashed in after me and asked, “What was all that about?”

“
You're not living with her?”

“
No.”

“
Who are you living with then?”

“
Myself!”

“
Oh, that's okay then.”

“
Jesus, Charlotte, let's just enjoy this, come on!”

I was twenty-nine
and felt sure he was the love of my life. I wanted to start thinking about marriage and babies. Maybe not right away, but at some point, yes. In some ways, I barely knew him, in others he was my entire world and there was nothing we didn't share sexually.

“
Tell me again why we can't be together,” I said, but his kisses quieted my questions, like they always did.

He lifted me onto t
he marble sink and entered me. With mirrors all around us, it was an ecstatic experience, especially with his new muscles, which drove me absolutely, bloody wild. His newfound fitness was also improving his stamina beyond anything I had experienced before.

He was wild with his kisses afterward and I was dazed and confused. He threw me over his shoulder and dropped me on the bed, throwing my legs around his neck and proceeding to scoff my womanhood. As if my
fervour could get any deeper… but it just had.

The months started to roll into one another and I felt blue. I was existing, not living. I was waiting for
my life to really commence, though our passion was heightened by our periods of separation. I always wanted more from Noah. But always, he knew just how to keep me steady and pliant. He knew how to appease me for the foreseeable. This was one such occasion…

It had been one of those days and one of those nights and I got home, collapsing on the sofa in an exhausted heap. The hotel had been busy and then the man I was set up to deal with that night wanted me to initiate him in the art of anal sex. He claimed his wife was always complaining it hurt too much and never let him get past the first hurdle, leaving him frustrat
ed and unsatisfied many times…

I told him, “You need lots of lube. The more the better. Lots of pussy juice or any lubricant from your local pharmacy ought to do the trick. You could try easing some fingers inside her first, stretching the hole until she is comfortable. You could try pressing a dildo in there to see if there is a better way of entering her. She could buy some plugs to break herself in. It is not easy to break a woman's behind but it can be exquisite, if the lady likes it. I would advise testing some fingers inside her first to see if she likes it.”

“
She really likes it,” he insisted.

“
Good, so the plugs. Then the stretching. Then your cock going in slowly.”

He whipped his member out and it was ginormous. I wondered how he even entered her vagina with that thing.

“Oh,” I said.

“
Yes,” he said.

“
Your wife is a brave woman.”

“
I know. It has always been a problem.”

“
My advice, is, double fuck her. Your cock in her first hole and a small dildo in the other. Then, you can mimic the action, if nothing else. It's too large, sir. Too large.”

“
But, I looked online. Others are larger and manage it.”

“
Others are not your wife. I doubt she would complain if it did not actually hurt.”

“
Tell me… do you take it?” he asked.

“
Yes. My partner is around eight and a half inches. Thick too. But, I practise for him.”

“
I want to see yours,” he said.

“
You cannot penetrate me,” I warned. “I love my boyfriend.”

“
Just a look?” he asked, innocently. He was gorgeous. A squat but well-built Italian with a massive cock. Ten inches or more. Damn him.

“
Okay,” I said.

I got naked and placed myself on the bed, on all fours. He licked my arsehole.

“Just a little lubrication,” he insisted.

“
I shall have to whip you now,” I warned.

“
Okay,” he agreed, too easily.

I was too horny to say no. I was agreeable and he immediately sensed this.

He tongued inside my hole and I gasped. It was a lovely feeling to have a man's delicate mouth inside my tightest entry.

“
It tastes good, Lottie. Bitter and wonderful. You're very aroused.”

I nearly always was…

“Thank you,” I told him.

He proceeded to try some fingers, inching one in and sliding in and out. He tried two and I accommodated him easily. He tried four, with a squeeze, but I did not complain.

“Please could I give it a try? Please. Just for my sanity if nothing else.”

“
Condom and lots of lube, and very slow,” I warned. “Very, very, slow.”

He could probably tell my back passage was accustomed to invasions from a cock. It had gotten a little loose and it gave easier than other arseholes that had never been explored. Noah had torn me the first time but ever since, he had been welcomed willingly. I wore a plug in my bottom one night each week. The placing of it there always aroused me to the point where I had to touch myself during. There was just something taboo and wonderful about filling yourself there. It was a territory that required delicate attention and yet it delighted in the rough manners of a rogue lover.

The man got himself ready and moved up behind me. I warned again, “Remember what I said.”

“
Of course.”

He used his fingers again and waited until I was slightly agape. Without hesitation, once I was ready, he tried moving his dick-head inside. His penis was too much to handle but too much to deny.
The burning-hot sensation was replaced by infinite pleasure. I think he knew he would not manage anything more than the head. I heard the lube bottle being squeezed as he dripped more down between my bum cheeks. He saturated us both.

“
Lottie, you're a wonder,” he said.

He moved inside my opening, gently, and
his fist pumped his shaft at the same time. He groaned wildly and I turned my head to look back on him. His perfect abdominals and pecs were slick with sweat and anticipation. I could not bear it. He was beautiful and so… thick.

His cock
-head was thankfully not so big as the rest of it and therefore found solace. He was getting ready to explode, so easily taken by the sight of his cock in my anus, I imagined. I was delirious. It felt so wonderful. I needed release too. I reached my digits down and starting flicking my clit and sliding in and out of my vagina. I collided with the cock nearby and the feel of it incensed me. I rubbed hard.

He grunted in a primitive fashion and swore, cursed and fucked me. I shook with my orgasm and screamed. His cum filled the bag around his cock and
he retreated.

Afterward I asked him,
“So, what is your verdict?”

“
I think I can leave it there. I just needed to do it once. Just once. It was nice but…”

“
A little too much effort?” I asked.

“
Yes,” he sniggered.

“
You could try the dildo on your wife. She might really like it. You might really like watching it.”

“
I think I will. I will. Thanks Lottie. You were right. I liked the sight, the thought, more than the actual doing it.”

“
It is often the case. Our libidos are driven by the eye and the mind.”

I spanked him after that until he cried and begged for me to stop. Yes, a large, powerful man begging me. But, it had to be the way. To these men, I was the one in charge and I made them thankful to go back to their kind-hearted wives and girlfriends after getting some education from me. It was an easy thousand pounds earned, really, or so I judged it to be. I told him to remember that the sensation of the lash was all he could really have of me and that he ought to negate any feeling he carried over our experience. He left and I trudged home, feeling a little unsatisfied. I had wanted that cock inside me, filling me, properly. It was one of nature's anomalies and I had wanted it simply for that fact.

On the sofa back home, my legs twitched. I had been left unsatisfied. I picked up the phone.

“Yes?” Noah answered.

“
Are you driving?” I could hear rumbling in the background.

“
Yes. Hands-free.”

“
I am feeling…”

“
Horny?”

“
Yes,” I admitted.

“
Me too,” he said.

“
Where are you going?” I asked. It was late.

“
I had a really bad day. I needed to get out of the city. Clear my mind. I just decided to drive a bit. But, I kept on going, and I thought…”

“
Please, tell me…”

“
Yes, I am just about to pull off the M1.”

I could have cried. He was just what I needed. I
sniffled.

“
Noah, I am so glad. I needed you today too. I miss you all the time.”

“
I love you Charley. Keep talking until I get to you.”

“
I saw the biggest cock I have ever seen today,” I admitted, laughing.

“
Really? How big?”

“
Ten or eleven.”

“
Jesus.”

“
I know. His wife couldn't accommodate him in her behind. He wanted to see if I could.”

“
Oh.” Noah's tone was dejected.

My lover was the one setting up my dates then but he always pretended he
had played no part in it all.

“
He put a condom on and just eased his head into my ass a little. I came by rubbing myself. It was nice but…”

“
Just the head?”

“
Yes. He was too big to give me anything more. He said he knew he should give up hope of ever getting his cock all the way in his wife's anus. It was big, Noah. It was almost a bit… ugly.”

“
Charley, that's not very nice. Imagine if I had one that size. Poor, unloved big cock…”

“
Noah, I need you. I need you. Where are you now?”

“
Not far.”

“
It was hideous. All veins and strangely, a small head. Yours is twice as big at the head.”

“
My dick is swollen for you. It is ready.”

“
I am naked. On the sofa. Waiting for you,” I said. I started removing my red, lacy lingerie that I had worn for the client.

“
Did you want his cock in your pussy?”

“
A little.”

“
You're a wanton woman, Charley.”

“
I have missed your cock so much, Noah. So much. I don't know… it was just the novelty. The novelty of such a big… But, I am so glad you are coming here tonight. So glad, my darling,” and I choked a little.

“
How wet are you?” he asked, trying to drive the conversation onwards.

“
Very. It hurts. I need a cock in my pussy tonight, so badly. I love you.”

“
Rub your clit for me baby,” he said, and I prised my fingers from my nipples, touching my pussy instead.

“
Ah, no, I want to wait for you. It is too much. I will cum.”

“
Then cum. I'll make you cum again.”

“
Okay,” I moaned. “Oh yes, it's so wet. So hot. Slippery. Fiery. Swollen. Crimson.”

I panted and moaned and he could probably hear my squelching down the phone.

“Finger fuck your own pussy, Charley. My cock is rock solid for you. It needs to stay that way until I get there. Moan for me sweetheart.”

“
Okay baby. Okay. I'm so close… ooh, ahh…”

“
Was he good-looking?”

“
Yes, Italian. A prize specimen. He was a temptation.”

“
But, you did only let him in the back door a little, nothing else?”

“
No, nothing else.”

“
No kissing? No embrace? No…?”

“
No. He didn't even touch my breasts. He only wanted my anus. Only that. He was done after that.”

“
He did not satisfy you at all then really? He did not tend to you at all?”

“
No. He left me mightily frustrated. That is why I called,” I gasped, feeling the onset of an orgasm. “Only you satisfy me. Only you know me.”

I gave in and let my desire take me. I moaned and panted and it lasted several minutes. When I emerged, he was there.
At the door, phone in his hand. He had caught the last few moments of me pleasuring myself. He wore jeans, shirt and leather jacket.

He strode toward me and I leapt into his arms. He kissed me with real longing.

“I love you,” he said.

“
Take me to bed,” I told him. He rushed toward the bedroom.

He stripped
, threw himself at me on the bed and plunged his hard cock inside me.

“
I'll never leave you unsatisfied,” he said.

“
Fuck me, Noah. Oh god, baby.”

He lay out on top of me and pinned my h
ands at my head. He moved like a piston and oh so dextrously.

“
It was large, Noah, so large. But it wasn't yours. He wasn't you. He was a job. An initiate. A nothing. You, you, are, everything, baby.”

He kissed me with a passion I loved. I came frightfully hard and delighted in the feel of his large cock having to endure the pulsations. An orgasm with a thick cock lodged inside me was fantastic. With Noah's cock to grip, even better. With his eyes to stare into and his mouth nearby to kiss me, it was wonderful. He just about managed to stave off
cumming. He removed himself, rolled me and went for my backside. He entered that hole with a pop and fucked me, pulling me tight against him. His cock was inserted all the way. He pulled my back tight against his chest and whispered in my ear, “You're the woman for me. One day, I want us to be together. One day.”