“Put your hands on top of your knees,” he said.
I did what he said feeling confused by this.
“Now push your knees apart as far as they will go and leave your hands on top of them,” he whispered. His voice was thick with a lusty British accent. I pushed my knees apart opening my thighs wide to him.
“Oh fuck Alice, you’re beautiful,” he said as he pushed his face into my pussy and began to lick and suck on me. His tongue moved skillfully over every inch of it and then in and out of me. Finally it slowly moved up to my clitoris where he applied pressure off and on until I was squirming. “Oh shit. I think I am going to cum!” I yelled out.
“Yes, come for me. Cum in my mouth,” he whispered between licks.
Then I did. I came with a primal scream that frightened even myself. I sunk down the ottoman and he had to catch me from falling all the way to the floor.
“You’re not going anywhere. I am not done with you,” he said playfully as he picked me up again. He laid me across the ottoman and placed his weight on top of me. His body was warm and smelled hotly of his manhood and sweat. I swallowed down the pheromones he was producing with a big inhale. He kissed my mouth roughly and then kissed down my neck. He continued until his mouth was over my nipple flicking it with his tongue and then making circles around it. He suckled on them and then moved back up to my mouth. He grabbed his manhood with one hand while bracing his weight on his hand near my ear with the other. Then he pushed his hard cock in my pussy just a little then he put his hand down on the other side of my head. Then he pushed in fast and hard. I felt the tension of my virginity give way. Then it was very pleasant. He looked at me and paused, and then he kept going. He moved his hips back and forth fast in a swinging motion using mostly his pelvis. It felt so fucking good I could barely handle it. I didn’t expect it to feel this good to have a man inside me. It was beyond any words. He continued like this for some time and I felt like I would pass out from not breathing because I was gasping with excitement. Then he propped himself up just a little and pushed my thigh open and watched his cock go in and out of me. I propped myself up and watched too. It was hot and erotic to watch. Fuck it was hot. Then I felt that sensation again. Watching his cock move in and out of my pussy was making me on the brink of climax. I pulsated with tiny sensations as my body released into orgasm yet again. I grabbed onto my breasts and clutched them. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked breathlessly. Then in a few moments he was climaxing as his mouth made a perfect ‘o’ as he moaned over me. I loved watching his face. It was hot as fuck.
Half an hour later he had left the shop. I went back in and was shocked at what I found, though I should have known. On the white leather ottoman was a bit of blood! It was from losing my virginity, of course. I ran to the cleaning supplies. I didn’t know what to get. I wiped away at the white leather for almost an hour, finally it all came off, and I was so relieved. I exhaled. Then I wondered, had Damian Rake seen the stain? He didn’t say anything about it if he did. The scoundrel, he was probably used to taking virgins all day and night. It was nothing to him. It was everything to me.
“How did it go?” Samantha asked when I returned to the London townhouse.
“Fine. He was very kind and he loved all of your work. No complaints at all. I was wondering if she had done this sort of thing with him before. I didn’t plan on telling her, but I knew I would be able to tell in her voice. Or she would just outright tell me. She on the other hand only seemed to be half listening to me. I was extremely paranoid about being found out. However it all seemed to be fine. I felt completely guilty. She went straight into the kitchen and made some coffee.
“Mr. Rake called me after his visit,” she said. I froze in my tracks. Here it is. It’s about to happen. She knows. I am fired and I’ve ruined my friend.
“He had really good things to say and he made another appointment. He requested you.”
What? I thought to myself but I kept silent. What game was he playing here?
“But not for him, it’s for his business partner. Mr. Poleman.”
“Oh, is that so?” I said confused by this. Was Mr. Rake truly recommending the shop or was he expecting me to service his business partner as well. I broke a cold sweat. What had I gotten myself into?
“Is that a good idea? I am still new and you should probably take care of the new clients. Don’t you think? Important that they meet you, not me.” I tried to sound convincing.
“That is true,” she said.
I sighed with relief, crises averted I thought. Then she said, “But I won’t be able to go in tomorrow. I will be tied up all day with the designers at the warehouse. Besides Mr. Rake is not the type of man you say no to. Do you know that he and his partner are real estate billionaires? Rake and Poleman Real Estate owns half of London. If I say no, or don’t give them the salesperson they prefer, they will simply go elsewhere with their business. Therefore, darling Alice, you really don’t have a choice.”
I knew he was a rich man, but a billionaire? My mouth dropped open. Surely there were other options for him and his friend to play with. What could a real estate tycoon want him me? “Billionaires?” I asked her.
Samantha laughed, “Yes, it’s London. There are over a hundred billionaires here. I am lucky to have their business and I don’t want to lose it. “Why is he asking for you though, did something unusual happen?” she asked.
“No, nothing unusual. He was had his phone up to his ear pretty much the entire time. Perhaps he likes that I was not chatty and he could do business at the same time?” I said trying to cover up my guilt.
“Well, it’s probably because you’re gorgeous and American. London men like him like to have gorgeous American women at their beck and call with all aspects of their daily lives. No doubt his secretary could probably be a model, and his cleaning lady is probably some exotic looking young woman. Never the less, we’ll give them what they want. So look your best tomorrow please for me.”
“Yes of course, no problem,” I said feeling defeated. Maybe today was just a fluke incident anyway. This was my job after all and I had to do what was right for the business. I took a hot shower and went to bed. The whole time I thought about Mr. Rake and seeing his cock inside me.
The next day I was completely nervous. I made sure to wear a pantsuit this time. I didn’t want to give the wrong idea to Mr. Poleman. I still looked presentable as Samantha requested. I curled my hair and wore extra mascara. I looked great, I thought. Very professional and pretty but not too sexy, it was just the right balance.
As soon as I walked into the fitting room I could see myself standing there in panties and heels. I looked at the ottoman and could see myself sitting with my legs spread open and him licking me. It was too much and I was starting to get aroused. I went back to work. I took out the measuring tape, samples of fabric, and a notebook to take Mr. Poleman’s information. About an hour later the door buzzer rang. I straightened myself and breathed in deep. I could do this. I opened the door and saw Mr. Rake standing there.
“Hello, Alice,” he said as he brushed past me. Then behind him was another gorgeous tall man. This must be Mr. Poleman. He was almost as tall as Mr. Rake but not quite. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and a perfect body and he was about the same age as Mr. Rake. These men had to be at least forty-five to be billionaires, I thought to myself. I was just a small young girl that gave my virginity to an older powerful man and now there was suddenly another older man in my life. He smiled at me and I immediately felt weak.
“Allow me to introduce you to my business partner Mr. Poleman.”
“Hello, nice to meet you.”
“Alice, I’ve heard so much about you, he grinned.”
I turned to Mr. Rake how dare he! The way Mr. Poleman was looking at me it was obvious he had told him every intimate detail. I was so angry and embarrassed.
“Right this way Mr. Poleman.”
I went into the fitting room. They both followed me.
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br /> “I can just take a few measurements I can place the order immediately.”
“Anything you say Alice,” Mr. Poleman said with a smirk.
Mr. Rake poured himself a drink. Then sat on the ottoman watching us.
The entire time Mr. Poleman was looking at me. Enjoying himself smirking and making little noises like we were making love while I took all the necessary measurements from the top of his body. Then I had to measure the seams of his pants. As I went down in front of him I glanced over at Mr. Rake. He was smiling in a way that was too obvious. I was embarrassed. I placed the measuring tape inside his ankle, then rolled it up to his groin. I heard Mr. Poleman moan. He looked down at me with those large blue eyes. He was so hot in that older man attractive way that I was loving. I took the measurement and then got back to my feet.
“I am done here,” I said as I went to the notebook to write down the last of the information. Mr. Poleman joined Mr. Rake and served himself a glass of brandy. He sat next to him and the two of them began to whisper to each other. What now? I thought to myself. I was getting the feeling this wasn’t going to be the end of this appointment. I turned and looked at the two of them. I must say it was intoxicating to have two of the most powerful men in London sitting there, with all their attention focused on me. They saw me as an object of desire and it made me wet just thinking about it.
“Is there anything else?” I asked. I wanted to cut to the chase as the anxiety was killing me.
They both stood up and set their glasses down and walked toward me. I tensed up. Then Mr. Rake said, “No that will be all. Thank you Alice.”
“Yes, thank you my dear Alice. That was the best fitting of my life,” Mr. Rake said as he exited the fitting room. I was astonished! That was it? I was going to get off that easily? I was relieved and breathed out a sigh of relief. My entire body relaxed. Then Mr. Rake came over to me and said, “My tuxedo. I would like it delivered this evening to my home address please, and I want you to deliver it.”
I froze. Now I see why I was being let off easy right now, it’s because this wasn’t over with. I began to protest and said, “That won’t be necessary, we have a delivery service that is quite prompt and professional. Surely you don’t need me.”
“Yes, I do. I do need you. Nine o’clock sharp.” Then they both walked out. I was panicked. What could I do! I was flushed and unsure of what was happening. I called Samantha and told her what had been requested. She said it was completely normal and that I should be flattered. Of course she had no idea what had transpired before between Mr. Rake and she just saw it as him wanting to only have pretty women do all his errands. I couldn’t talk my way out of it. When eight o’ clock came around I found myself gathering the tuxedo and making my way to his million dollar penthouse.
This man must be used to always getting what he wanted, and I played right into that. He saw me, wanted me, and now he would have me again. There was something intoxicating about that. I wanted to and needed to be with an older man of power. It would be good for my self-esteem, I thought. Only trying to convince myself that what I was about to do was okay.
I knocked on the door of the penthouse with the tuxedo in hand. Mr. Rake opened it and smiled. “Alice, right on time. Please come in.”
“I have your tuxedo for you Mr. Rake. If you show me where I should put it I will be on my way.”
“Alice, it’s Drake. Damian Rake, but please call me Drake.”
“Okay, Drake. The tuxedo?” I said determined to try to keep this business only.
“In the bedroom closet,” he said with a big grin.
I took one look around. The place was massive. The entire wall was glass and you could see all of London from this height. I had no idea which way to go to find the master bedroom. I could be lost in here for at least twenty minutes.
“Which way?” I asked trying not to be amused by the amazing penthouse. As if all this money and power were no big deal to me.
He laughed, “This way.”
I followed him up the stairs. We reached a massive set of double doors and he swung them open. His bedroom was large with a dark wooden four-poster bed. I followed him to a walk in closet the size of my entire bedroom. It was filled with suits, expensive Italian leather shoes, hats and more. It smelled like man in there and it was turning me on to be in this environment. If he wanted to seduce me with his penthouse apartment, it was working. I found a place to hang up the tuxedo. I reached up high to hook the hanger onto the wall hook. Just then, Damian put his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
“Will you have dinner with us?” he asked.
“Us? What do you mean?” I asked.
“Come on, you’ll see,” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me downstairs to the dining room.
I walked into a posh old world dining room with Mr. Poleman sitting at the head of he table.
“Nice to see you again Alice,” he said.
My mouth dropped open because I knew exactly what Damian wanted. He was expecting me to have a threesome with them, and I wanted too.
“Hello, Mr. Poleman,” I said taking a seat as Damian pulled the chair out for me.
“Please call me Edward,” he said in his British accent.
I looked around at the elegant settings. Then a butler walked in and began to serve the first course of pumpkin and butternut squash soup with freshly baked bread. Damian poured ruby red wine into my glass and I smiled at him.
“What are you gentlemen up to here? Just dinner? Am I supposed to believe that?” I asked.
“Well, we’re hoping you will also stay for dessert, with both of us,” Edward said.
“I’ll think about it,” I said with an arrogance that matched the arrogance of these high-powered older men.
They both seemed to like my newfound cockiness. I liked it too.
I seductively ate my soup while they delighted me with their stories that only billionaires could tell. They talked of real estate in London. They talked about purchasing land on the French Riviera for a new high-rise condo building. It was all very fascinating and impressive. I knew they were doing it to stroke their egos, and it was turning me on.
For the second course we had roasted pears and chicken, and for the third dish a chocolate mouse. It was all very decadent.
After dinner we moved into the vast parlor where a roaring fire was burning.
“Have you made up your mind dear Alice?” Damian asked.
I didn’t answer. Instead I went straight up to Edward and kissed him. I had to tiptoe because he was so tall, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me back and they both knew that it was on. My answer was yes. Damian moved behind me. I felt his hands caress my ass while I kissed Edward. Edward’s hands were in my hair and Damian reached his between my thighs. He slowly moved up until he was cupping my pussy with his other hand on the small of my back. This was happening and I felt more and more aroused every second. Now, instead of just Damien, there were two of them. These two older men knew how to touch me and please me. I was thrilled. I stepped back away from both of them. “Watch me,” I said while I started to take off my clothes slowly. They both grinned and watched me. I felt very hot and desirable having these two men watch me.
Soon I was completely naked standing before them. I smiled at both of them.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Damien moved toward me, and put his hands around my naked body and pulled me to him. He smelled amazing and his lips were full and soft.
He picked me up cradled in his arms and laid me down on a chaise lounge in the middle of the room. He kissed my belly and roamed further down between my legs. He pushed his face into my pussy and licked me slow, very slow. Edward walked over and stood over me. He took off all of his clothes standing over me. He pulled off his shoes and socks, then his trousers and boxers. I could see his cock peaking out from the folds of his shirt and I felt very excited. He unbuttoned his white button down shirt and pulled it off, then his undershirt. Now he was naked in fron
t of me, hovering over me at his towering height like a giant. His stomach was six-pack hard and his thighs were firm, but what really got my attention was between his thighs. His cock was firm, pink, and smooth. It was almost as big as Damian, almost. He knelt down at my side and kissed me. I ran my hand on top of his strong shoulder. His arms were firm and defined. He moved down my neck and to my tits. He massaged them in his hands and kissed them. Edward’s tongue ran over my nipples back and forth while Damian licked me. I was in complete erotic heaven. I had my erogenous areas being fondled and licked at the same time by two different gorgeous older men. They were introducing me to sex with older men and it was a hell of an introduction. I raised my legs in the air and looked down at Edward’s lush main of hair and ran my fingers through it. He sucked on my erect rosy nipple and I moaned in delight. I could feel Damian moving his hands up and down my legs as he licked my pussy. I felt on the brink of climax. I was almost there, this was just too much to handle. It was delicious. Damian’s strong hands moved over my hips and under my ass and scooped me up pressing my pussy harder against his lips. The move was swift and unexpected and the added exposure of my clitoris was enough to send me over the edge.
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