“Oh, yes, I’m cumming Jonathan…!”
Knowing I am spent, he turns me over and fucks me from behind. My ass is in the air and he slaps it as he fucks me.
"Oh yes, yes. Fuck, Sienna!"
He pulls his cock out and pulls vigorously on it over my ass.
"I'm cumming, oh yes, oooh."
As soon as he cums, splattering my buttocks, we both collapse exhausted on the bed, breathing heavily and feeling very satisfied with each other.
I had never cum more than twice and sitting on him made it happen so easily. It was the perfect position that allowed me to look at him and feel his huge cock inside me at the same time.
Jonathan reaches up and kisses me before going and getting towels to clean up my ass and his cock.
"Sienna, thank you."
I look at his beautiful hazel eyes and his brown, wavy hair, "You're welcome, anytime."
Within a moment, Jonathan is asleep and I managed to find a blanket to cover him with since he was laying on top of the bedspread. I walk and go into the toilet and find my toothbrush and toothpaste which he had brought upstairs for me when he ran the spa earlier.
A clock on the wall said eleven o' clock. I found it hard to imagine that the time had been so kind to us. I felt like we'd spent longer out on our ride and so I fell to sleep easily.
JONATHAN
Six am and my Sienna is still asleep. I will wait for her for a half an hour more then I will have to wake her. All those orgasms must have exhausted her.
I get into the shower and feel that my body is a bit sore from riding the horse. Amongst other things. I scrub my body and look at the spa that we had shared last night. Oh wow, it was so good. I feel lucky to have shared it with her. I let the water wash over me and I hear Sienna yawning.
"Good morning sexy," she says.
Her body is naked as I see her through the steamy glass.
"Get in here, beautiful girl.”
She opens the door and climbs into the cubicle. I begin to soap her body up and wash her, which she definitely welcomed.
"Oooh, wow. That's wonderful," she says, as she lets me soap her back and ass. The more difficult areas, but a delight to touch all the same.
I continue and she turns and kisses me as I hold her in my arms. The cubicle is quite small as we huddle together and kiss passionately. Again, my cock has risen for her. Even more easily than usual.
Her hand moves down onto my shaft and she uses the soap to jerk it by hand. I can't believe my luck as I try to brace myself as she pulls on it vigorously. I am so fucking horny right now.
"Fuck yeah…"
She continues to pull it and her grip is nice and firm as she soaps it up and down. There is no greater feeling than Sienna pulling on my cock. I feel my legs tighten and she stays in a rhythm that feels perfect.
"Fuck, your cock is so hard. It turns me on."
I can't believe she is speaking dirty now, and it sends me over the edge.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," I say as she kisses my neck.
"Mmm, that was fun.” She said it so casually while washing her breasts.
I kiss her, get out and dry, knowing that we must make a move to the kitchen for breakfast by seven-thirty.
"See you downstairs by half past seven," I say, as I find my clothes in the bedroom.
***
Sienna looks beautiful in her pinstripe dress. She has put her hair up into a ponytail and her makeup is done as well. Her eyes were enhanced by a jungle green.
I have finished cooking pancakes with syrup and cream to spoil her. She is delighted and eats them while sipping her coffee.
"Do you cook much?" she asks.
"No, just when I can, but I usually eat toast for breakfast."
She continues and finishes her pancakes just as Stephen pulls up in the Mercedes-Benz.
"Here's our ride, Sienna."
"But what about the mess?"
"I have a cleaner so it's fine."
Sienna smiles and I know she feels like royalty with me. I have a lot of money from an inheritance that allowed me to start the company. She is not after my money and I know that she truly appreciates being spoilt. It is nice to share my life with someone. College was lonely and then the success just took hold. I haven't had the time to blink or even think about another person, until now.
We drive and make it to the office by eight forty-five, which is great timing considering the hand-job in the shower. Sienna goes to the Langdon room and I am to get ready for my next client. It was Ms. Green and she would not allow anyone else to be in the same room with her and her ‘confidential news’. She suffered from severe schizophrenia and believed she was a Russian spy.
Sometimes I wished that my normal clients outweighed my mental health ones. There was always an extra effort needed to listen to the immensity of it all, and this was especially true for schizophrenia clients who suffered from delusions or ideas of grandeur. My next client after her would be the depressed Mr. Brown who would need less energy from me.
"Ms. Green is here and she wants you to open the door slowly."
I walk to the door, knowing that she would be suspicious of Jeremy. It happened every week.
"Hello, Emily. It is me, Jonathan Ellis."
"Yes, I know. But who is this guy? Has he been checked with the local police? He is hiding something," she whispered loudly, winking at me.
She looks at Jeremy, turns up her nose and walks into the room before closing the door behind us.
It was kind of fun being in the role-play with her. She thought that I was her contact in the US. So, I tried to counsel her and also remain a part of the delusion. There was a lot of evidence to suggest that the delusion was better played out as long as the patient and the people involved were not in any danger. Unfortunately, no medication had worked so I just kept up the regular sessions in order to keep an eye on her.
"I haven't heard anything from Moscow. Have you?"
I played along. "No, I think they want to be sure before they say anything."
"I hope the mission is not compromised. I am going to have to cook at the Ramada for some time yet until the target is seen."
Emily was lost in her thoughts and it was clever how her mind had associated her real job at the Ramada with the Russian spy story. Thankfully, she had no delusions of being a hitman or hitwoman in the story, so there was no danger, just a lot of looking around. I wondered how she had managed to do her job so well and still remain a Russian spy.
"I think that they will send a man for me to watch this time. Last time it was a woman, but she was easily found out. I'm sure the target will be an older man."
I looked at her and smiled. "They will tell you first and then you can tell me."
"Get that Jeremy fellow checked out before you see me next week. I would not like to be off of the case because of a setup."
I winked and smiled, "I don't know how you do it, Emily. They must rave about you in Moscow. I will have him thoroughly checked, for sure."
Emily looked around the room and smiled awkwardly at me.
"Mmm you must think I am rude, Ellis. I like what you've done with the place. Keep it up and I will tell them of your help in Moscow."
Emily stood up and shook my hand. She tickled my palm with her fingers and I coughed on purpose. It was our secret goodbye handshake that meant we were tied together for the sake of Russia.
She walked to the door and scanned around herself slyly as she waited for the elevator. It was priceless and I winked at Jeremy as she left in the elevator.
"Jeremy, coffee please, my man."
I walked back and buzzed Sienna, "Do you want to sit in with Mr. Brown?"
I watched her as she walked to the buzzer on the live feed. "Yes please, Mr. Ellis."
I sat and waited and Jeremy came in with Sienna just behind him. She moved to my desk and I decided to quiz Jeremy a little.
"Was Holly a good help?"
Jeremy blushed and answered, "Yes but there's
still lots to do."
I could see that he was interested in her and I wanted him to have someone.
"Send her up after lunch and let her continue helping you."
"Yes, Mr. Ellis. Thank you."
Sienna had no idea that I was setting Jeremy up and looked disinterested in the conversation as she sat and played with my Rubix cube on the desk.
Jeremy closes the door and I eye my beautiful Sienna. She looks so very beautiful and I remembered how turned on she was in my spa and then again soaping up my cock in the shower. Oh, fuck, she was hot.
I wished that Mr. Brown had cancelled so I could fuck her on my desk. I loved fucking her and when she spoke dirty, it aroused me even more. It was a bit unusual that the word, "fuck" was such a turn on really. I couldn't think why, but when she said it to me I was aroused by it.
"I hate these stupid Rubix cubes, I can't work them out."
I smiled at her as her voice cut through my mental wanderings and thought how cute she was as it pissed her off with each rotation.
"You do know I was up to a certain part," I said, smiling.
"Oh shit, really? I'm sorry."
I laugh and sipped at my coffee. She blew me the sexiest kiss I had ever been blown.
"Mr. Brown is here, Mr. Ellis."
"Thanks, Jeremy, please send him in."
Sienna placed the Rubix cube down, sat professionally and waited patiently.
"Hello, Harold. It's nice to see you."
"Hello, Jonathan, thanks."
"Ms. Ruston is my summer intern and she is in her second year of psychology. Do you mind if she sits in?"
"No, not at all. I hope I don't bore you too much Ms. Ruston."
Sienna could see that his self-esteem was lacking and answered, "No, I am delighted to meet you actually."
I was proud of my mousy brown. She treated everyone with respect and dignity and that was an important trait in psychology. There was no judgment and only help to give. It was actually amazing how many people needed a friendly ear. Sometimes there was nothing needed except for that. A friendly face, who would simply listen.
"So, how are you?"
"Well I went to the group therapy and I liked listening to the others. Many of them have depression because of life circumstances. Mine is probably genetic, according to Jenny, who also goes to the group. Jenny says that I am very boring and it is sad that my genetic makeup makes me depressed."
"Oh, is that so?"
I knew Jenny Struthers and found her narcissistic behavior annoying as I heard Mr. Brown continue.
"I am lucky that a tragedy hasn't befallen me from my past like Jenny. She thinks I am extremely lucky to be allowed into the group with plain, genetic depression."
I knew that Jenny had been annoying to the other members but she had no right to do this to anyone. I would need to set her straight at her next appointment.
"Harold, Jenny will probably not be the right one to listen too. You are allowed to be there too."
"Yes, I like her but I like Louise more. We are going on a date tomorrow night, together."
I thought about it and remembered Louise who had broken up and divorced Stephan, a man who turned out to be gay. I pictured Harold and Louise and thought of how good the match was.
"Well, that might be exciting," I say.
"Yes, I have nothing to wear so I am going to go to the shops after our appointment."
"I am so happy for you Harold. Louise is truly lovely."
Harold shook my hand and left, excited to go shopping.
I watched as Harold left and I was taken by Sienna who looks like she wanted to devour me with only her eyes.
SIENNA
It was great watching Jonathan with his clients, but what intrigued me more was his body as it sat naked underneath his pale, blue shirt. I was so addicted to him. I got up and moved to the couch across from him.
"Sienna, are you enjoying the clients?" he asks, trying to sway my horny demeanor.
"Mhm," I open my legs and allow him to see my purple, lace panties.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he breathed, eyeing my pussy that sat just a few meters away.
I open my legs and place my knees high and rub my vagina on top of the panties. I am so horny and I pull my panties across and open my lips so he could see the moistness.
"See what you do to me," I say, as he rubs his trousers.
"Oh, Sienna I am so grateful for you."
I continue to rub up and down. I move my fingers inside and moan as the feeling is so desirable. Just the thought of Jonathon sends me into a feeling of ecstasy alone.
"Oh fuck, your pussy is so wet."
I place my fingers on my clitoris and arch my back in pleasure.
"You like watching, don't you?"
Jonathan sits and unzips his trousers and pulls his cock out now as I play with my clitoris. The panties feel tight on the edge of my pussy and the sight of him playing with his cock ‘forces’ me to place two fingers inside.
"Oh God, yes," I say as I frig myself slowly to let him watch.
"Your pussy makes me hard," he says, pulling quickly on his shaft.
"Your cock makes me want to cum," I was fingering more quickly then.
I can see that this watching me masturbate turns him on and I slow the pace so he can cum before me. I lick my fingers and put them in again, teasing him more.
"Oh, fuck yeah, I'm cumming...”
He blows his load all over the couch and yet, continues watching me without even looking where it landed.
I push in and out more vigorously, and he watches me arch my back as I cum.
"Oh, oh, yes. Oh… oh God.”
"Mr. Nettle is on line one for you, Mr. Ellis."
Jonathan hops up and takes the call. I use some wet wipes from my bag to clean the couch so that it is less conspicuous.
"Yes Mr. Nettle, Sienna Ruston is a fantastic intern. I will let you know in my report at the end of the summer. It is a pleasure to donate the money. You are very welcome. Yes, goodbye."
I knew that Mr. Nettle would check up on me and I was glad that Jonathan had taken the call. I was still feeling quite breathless from the masturbation and orgasm.
I couldn't remember a time when I had last felt so horny. I kind of understood now, how it must be for guys who always wanted to have sex, or look at porn to jerk off. This new addiction to Jonathan was so good and I never wanted it to end. I was excited to go to the club again and be his submissive. I craved for it, actually.
"That was fun," he says.
"You are fun," I replied, looking into his dreamy, hazel eyes.
I knew it was time to take a lunch break because I was starving and we had missed the morning break thanks to our masturbation session. God, yes. I felt so alive.
***
I went back to the Langdon room after lunch and waited for a buzz. I had been left with some books to read about schizophrenia and the symptoms of it, both with and without medication. I really liked reading and found myself intrigued by the pages.
The buzzer startled me. "Sienna, do you want to go to the club tonight? It's only Wednesday but it will be fun."
I was happy for the interruption and I answered, "Mmm, sounds wonderful Mr. Ellis."
"Great be ready at five for me. I have a nice dress for you. It will be here at four."
"Oooh thanks. See you soon then, Mr. Ellis."
I was taken with his addiction for me. Just the thought of the club made me feel aroused again. Goodness knows what would be in those windows. I felt excited to see my dress. It was three-thirty so in half an hour it would be here.
I used my phone to text Jenna so she would know. She was such a social butterfly and she wouldn't miss me anyway, but I still liked to be polite.
God, I felt so lucky to have a man that wanted me so much and I knew the infatuation was an addiction for the both of us. My life had been pretty boring up to now so I was ready to experience more. I trusted Jonathon and he also trusted me. It was a good ma
tch and my feelings were insignificant, really. It was lust, pure and simple and that feeling was hard to shift.
I sat and read the book and kept my eye on the time. I really couldn’t wait to be wined, dined and fucked intensely again by Jonathan in the red room. I felt so dirty thinking about it all. I was extremely turned on, again.
When we arrived at the club, I felt sexy. My yellow, glimmer dress accentuated my hips and came around in a love heart shape to heighten my cleavage. It was as if it had been made for me.
The dancers are dressed in hot pants and some in short skirts that might as well not have been there at all this time. It looks extremely hot. I watch as we sit at our table mesmerized by the jungle theme. They are doing movements like warriors or cavemen, and they have painted faces.
Jonathan orders some of that deliciously sweet pink champagne and also enjoys the movements of the dancers that are vigorously occurring behind the erotic windows.
I look at him (without him noticing), and realize just how exquisite he is in that captured moment. His jawline, his, hair, his lips and his unbelievably dreamy, bedroom eyes. He is wearing a silk, beige shirt which sits beautifully on his shoulders and over his chest. I could have devoured him before dinner, actually.
The menus finally arrived. I ask for the grilled fish with seasonal vegetables and sweet sauce. Jonathan orders a filet mignon, which sounds so inviting as he says it to the waitress. Maybe it was just his voice; sensual all on its own, without effort.
"Sienna, you look amazing."
I look into his eyes. "You are such a charmer. You look pretty fine yourself, you know."
We continue watching the dancers who slowed down a bit during the dinner hour. The moves are still sexy, but I'm guessing they don't want everyone to get indigestion from the loud, fast music as they eat. The mood changes with the music as it slows. Even the volume is less as we enjoy our meals. I feel like a movie star or someone important as I sit wearing the expensive dress amongst other well-to-do couples.
Jonathan eats his filet mignon and his face looks wonderful as he chews. I could not have wished for a finer specimen of a man to enjoy my time with. I feel so devilishly lucky, and I hope the summer never ends.
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