It was almost four o’clock before we left, I’d won £4,000 and Anton had insisted that I keep it.

“It’s only money and anyway I got the Van Gogh for a few million less than I expected.”

A few million less!

I joined him in the shower where he ate me as I leaned back against the glass grinding my hips into his face.

He used the fingers of both hands to hold me open so that his tongue could get right up inside me.

Then he lifted me up and slid his big, black monster into my yearning pussy.

I groaned at the sheer size of it and wrapped both arms around his neck, my mouth finding his in a wanton, open mouth French kiss.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped into his mouth. “You know how to use that fucking thing.”

“Let’s try a bit of sodomy,” he grunted and lifted me up to withdraw from me.

His words scared me, surely he’d rip me apart, but I needn’t have worried.

I felt his cock head nudging against my nether hole, but he didn’t force it.

“I’m going to let you go,” he said with a smile. “You and your own body weight will dictate how much of it you can take,”

He let go and I relaxed my death grip on his neck, his shaft was positioned perfectly and slid in slowly.

My mouth formed an O and I heard myself moaning as he slowly but surely invaded my rectum.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, “I’m taking it, I’m taking every inch of your cock.”

Still my own weight forced me down, I had tears in my eyes, it felt as if I was constipated and needed to go, then it stopped sliding into me and I felt the most wonderful feeling I’d ever had.

“Shall I hold you?” he asked worriedly, but I shook my head.

““No, oh no, let me fuck myself on you.”

He stood immensely strong as I bounced up and down on his prick, I kissed him, I bit him, I gouged his muscular back with my long finger nails and I called him all the dirty names I could think of.

My orgasm didn’t come slowly like an ordinary one, instead it hit me like an express train, I felt his big hands grip my hips and force me down and then I felt his cock explode inside me.

I could hear a woman screaming very close to me as it hit me, once again the hose pipe in my cunt sent me into delirium and the next thing I knew, he was laying me down in his huge bed and kissing me.

It was mid - afternoon when I awoke to an empty bed and saw an envelope propped up on the bedside cabinet.

“Dear lovely Wendy, I had to leave, but I hadn’t got the heart to wake you, you looked so peaceful, so beautiful, please accept this as a token of my thanks for a wonderful night with a wonderful lady, you are very special.

The suite is paid for until the end of the week, so you can enjoy it until Sunday morning, I hope you’ll find your fee is satisfactory.”

Regards Anton.

I counted out £6,000, he’d rounded it up to £10,000 with my winnings!

I rang David and at last he answered, “Hello.”

“David darling, don’t argue, don’t say anything, just get changed into something suitable for a five star hotel, pack me some clothes, sexy ones as well as my new gown and come to the Four Seasons on Park Lane.

I’ve got the penthouse suite until Saturday and I’ve also got ten thousand pounds for last night.”

“What the hell did you have to do to get that much?” he asked, but I giggled,

“Nothing that I’ve not done before,” I laughed, “But now I’m going to do it with my own special man.”

I rang down for room service and asked for a breakfast to be sent up, I also asked how much it would be, but I was told that the suite and anything else I required had been taken care of.

“Wow, what a man, in more ways than one.”

I freshened up in the shower and pulled on a bath robe whilst waiting for my husband and ate a leisurely breakfast on the balcony. They’d delivered a couple of morning papers with the breakfast and I was astounded to read of a mysterious Dutchman who’d paid a world record price of £44,000,000 for a Van Gogh!

David could only gape at the luxury of the suite, but thankfully he’d brought me a fair selection of clothes.

“Right mister,” I said sternly, “What was the matter with you yesterday, why the long face and why didn’t you answer my text?”

“Sorry darling,” he smiled sheepishly, “I was just sulking, you know, you being with other men, out enjoying yourself and me at home, out of work and feeling like a fucking pimp.”

“Remember when we first met?” I asked and he nodded.

“Of course.”

“What was I doing for a living?”

“Well, er, nothing, you were on the dole.”

“Exactly; and who kept me?”

“Yes all right, I was out of order yesterday.”

“Who kept me?” I repeated.

“I did.”

“Yes, you did and you never once moaned about me not working, well now it’s my turn, I just happen to be earning a bit more than you.”

Then I giggled and opened my robe.

“In fact I’m earning fucking thousands.”

“I’ve only got about £10 on me,” he said as he started to strip.

“That’s more than enough.” I said and led him through into the bedroom.

David.

God I loved that woman and I still do today.

After our little session in bed she got dressed in front of me while telling me about the casino she went to the previous night, and then she suggested that we went down to the hotel lounge for a drink.

She wore tight, white slacks which accentuated her fabulous back side and gave her a mouth watering camel toe.

I asked her about her date and she giggled before telling me that he was black.

“And it’s true what they about black men,” she laughed, “It was like a baby’s arm.”

“Did you take it all right?” I asked and she giggled again. “Oh yes darling, you know me, I managed all right.”

A smartly dressed older man approached us and introduced himself as the bar manager and asked if he could have a discreet word with Wendy, so I got up and went for another drink while they talked.

On my return she told me that Anton, her date, had left instructions that she was not to be charged for anything at all during her stay, including her meals and those of any guests she may choose to entertain.

“Very generous.” I said but Wendy just laughed and told me about the painting he’d bought.

“Bloody hell,” I exclaimed, “He’s got a few bob then.”

“He’s got a lot of everything,” she giggled, “Hey did you bring my laptop?”

“Yes, it’s in your bag upstairs.”

“Let’s order some champagne and go and check it for messages shall we?”

I swear she wiggled that lovely little backside even more than usual as she ordered the champagne.

“Are you wearing anything under those pants?” I asked in the lift.

“Of course I am,” she laughed, “It’s called Chanel number 9.”

In our suite she booted her laptop up and giggled when she saw a message from her date of the previous night.

“Hi Wendy, what a delicious lady you are, as you have probably gathered by now, I’m a regular visitor to the Four Seasons, please use the suite and drink the bar dry for me, bye.”

PS. “I’ll be in touch”

The only other one was from a female who explained that she was coming to London from Los Angeles to attend a fashion show and would like the company of a refined young lady at the show and the after party.

“I’ll take that one.” She said, “It might be fun.”

It pinged again as another message came in from an American guy who was coming over next week with a colleague to begin negotiations with a view to a possible takeover of a large English company.

They would require two ladies to dine with them and to escort them around London and show them the hot night spots, would Wendy and a friend be available?

She phoned Jane immediately and got an enthusiastic yes from her and then she sent a message back to Brad, the American chap, saying that yes, her and a friend would be available on those three nights.

Business was booming!

We had a dinner in the hotel that night where, in a room full of beautiful women, Wendy was easily the most beautiful.

She wore the scarlet dress that she’d bought for her first ever date, that, her shoes and a simple gold chain around her neck were the only items she wore.

We left the hotel the following morning because she didn’t want to go overboard with Anton’s hospitality, but it had been a pleasant little interlude.

On Thursday evening, she went out and met the man from Manchester who was meeting his wife off a plane, she was out just over two hours and came back with £500, not a bad rate of pay!

Saturday night it was the Dorchester again to meet the American lady, she sent me a text message at about ten pm saying that she was staying the night and came back the following morning with £3,000 and a bag full of designer dresses.

She told me that her client was a fifty year old lesbian with a love of younger women.

“She’s still a very beautiful woman though,” she giggled, “And very kinky too.”

“In what way was she kinky?”

She smiled and came over to sit on my lap.

“She had a big, double ended dildo.”

“Did she use it?”

“Oh yes,” she giggled, “She used it all right; I had two wonderful orgasms with her”

I slipped a hand up between her legs causing her to moan in my ear,

“She watched me peeing too darling,” she said, “And she wouldn’t let me dry myself, she used her tongue instead.”

My finger parted her soaking wet cunt lips and slid inside her.

“I’ll do that as well.” And I followed her into the bathroom.

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