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  “Hi Paul, Trudy here…” Trudy said professionally.

  “Hello Trudy, nice to hear from you. Another lady, I’m guessing,” Paul asked.

  “Yes, she’s new and she’s quite eager to meet someone as quickly as possible, so naturally I thought of you,” Trudy replied.

  This, strangely enough, was true. She wanted to prove to herself that she could arrange for Paul to meet her lady clients, without it creating any emotional issues, or trauma for her. Proving to herself, that the situation with Paul didn’t bother her in the slightest.

  “I’ll email her profile over to you and you can call her tonight,” Trudy said flatly.

  She was pleased with herself now, she had gained what she thought was the correct perspective on things. Paul worked for her and their relationship was going to be purely business.

  However irritating Paul’s attitude to her may be, he would make up for it in revenue and client satisfaction, that way everyone wins.

  “Okay, that’s great, I’ll look at it and call her… I take it that you’ve spoken to Gillian then?” Paul added, knowing Trudy would check and knowing Gillian that was ecstatic about their date.

  “Yes I have, and she was quite pleased,” Trudy replied, calmly.

  “I am so glad. As you know,” he paused slightly, “I aim to please and Gillian seemed so happy when she left,” Paul added, giggling a little.

  “Yes, she said you were quite nice,” replied Trudy, trying to damn him, with her faint praise.

  “Right then Trudy, I’ll check my email and call her immediately.”

  “That’s great, have fun and well speak later,” she said and hung up the phone.

  How does he do it? Why does he do it? she thought. How does he get under my skin and churn me up so much?

  Trudy had lost her calm, professional, newly acquired disposition and was back to square one – she was seething!

  Paul, on the other hand, was feeling quite happy and full of himself.

  He was whistling a tune he’d made up and he’d put a few words to go with it, that he thought were rather appropriate.

  I give my love, to a stranger… to a stranger every day…

  I give my love, to stranger… that’ll pay…

  For the love of a whore…

  For the love of a whore…

  For the love of a whooooore….

  He broke off, laughing to himself.

  He’d called Belte and they’d arranged to meet at Paul’s apartment at eight.

  Belte was a modern woman and she didn’t mince her words with Paul, she went straight to the point.

  “No, I don’t want to go out, Paul, I want to fuck,” was the essence of her telephone conversation.

  “Your wish is my command, Belte,” Paul willingly agreed.

  Eight o’clock came and the doorbell rang. Paul answered the door to see Belte standing there in a beige-coloured fur coat, stockings on her legs and cream shoes. She looked as if she was about to go to her favourite restaurant, or a dance, maybe.

  She was in her mid-fifties, tall and slim, with long dark hair and a very mischievous smile.

  “Hello Paul,” she said, and walked past him looking for the lounge.

  “Hello Belte,” Paul said, closing the door.

  Paul walked into the lounge and Belte stood there facing him and with no ceremony at all, she undid her coat and let it drop to the floor.

  She was completely naked underneath, except for her stockings and shoes.

  She looked very good, to Paul – flat-stomached, tanned and shaven, and she held herself as if she was a prize to be had, smiling at him all the time, without a hint of embarrassment, on being naked in front of a complete stranger.

  “Let’s get started, shall we?” she said without rancour.

  Paul walked up to her and started to kiss her; he could tell Belte wasn’t interested in kissing. He started to feel her body, running his hand up and down the edge of her thigh, over her stomach, to her breasts, squeezing them and feeling them, noticing how firm they were for her age, how her nipples were already erect. He guessed that Belte was turned on by the situation and already wet.

  He also noticed how she wasn’t really reacting to his touch, it was as if she wasn’t interested in any foreplay. He looked into her eyes – she was still smiling, smiling at him. He brushed his one hand through her hair and lowered his other hand to her fanny to feel her wetness.

  He parted her fanny lips and softly pushed a finger into her pussy.

  He needn’t have worried, Belte was already dripping wet. She was as they say, ready, willing and very able.

  Paul had seen this before – he’d seen lots of different sexual scenarios with his women and nothing surprised him, or phased him.

  Belte was a natural and sexually driven woman, with healthy appetites. She just enjoyed a good hard fuck.

  “Sit on the pouffe,” Paul said.

  “Ooh this is novel,” Belte replied.

  “Now Belte, lean back and lay your arms and legs on the floor, so your fanny pushes up,” he added.

  “Spread your arms and legs as wide as you can…”

  “Like this?” Belte asked, assuming the star position.

  “Exactly,” Paul answered.

  He tied her arms to the feet on his armchair and tied her legs wide open to the feet on his sofa. She was now spread wide open, with her pussy high in the air, completely immobile.

  “Now Belte, you don’t have to move a muscle, I’ll do all the work. You just lay back and enjoy.”

  “I certainly will,” she said, almost to herself.

  Belte wasn’t there to touch or fondle or please Paul, she was there to be fucked and fucked hard. It was, after all, her night.

  Paul looked at her and concluded that she must be used to this sort of sexual game and was quite happy to go along with anything.

  He undressed and walked over to her; he knelt down between her legs, parting the lips on her fanny. He uncovered her clitoris and started to lick.

  “Arrhh,” was the response from Belte. She wasn’t a talker or a moaner, she just quietly enjoyed herself, letting Paul work on her.

  He licked up and down, up and down, quickly, with his rigid tongue, then flicking side to side, side to side, licking as fast as he could and pressing into her clitoris, up and down again, up and down. He could feel her coming and stopped licking; he held his cock and positioned in just outside her pussy. He looked at her and she at him, then pushed it into her pussy, all in and in one thrust.

  “Arrhh, that’s nice,” was her comment and his reward.

  He started to fuck hard and deep, hard and deep, pushing his cock as hard as he could into her.

  Hard and deep, hard and deep, all the time watching her reaction. Yes, this is what Belte liked – a good, strong, hard fuck. It wasn’t what Paul liked, this seemed like hard work, but Belte was paying.

  Paul now had a steady pace; he could feel her trying to ride his cock back, but her movements were too restricted.

  He was now trying to increase his rhythm, faster and shorter strokes, trying his best to read her, see how she reacted, see if she was coming and so adjust his technique accordingly.

  He kept this up for a good twenty minutes, until he was starting to sweat and catch his breath.

  All the time Belte was lying there and smiling to herself, a little groan here and there was all she offered for reassurance.

  Paul slowly pulled out his cock, knelt down and started to work on Belte’s clitoris again.

  Licking faster side to side, flicking and licking, flicking and licking, changing the direction of his strokes all the time.

  He stopped the licking and started to suck – long, hard sucks. He could taste her juices and feel them trickling down his chin.

  He started to suck harder and harder until he could feel her legs pulling against the ropes.

  He could hear her panting and moaning a little more now, which is the sign he was waiting for.

 
Belte was straining her arms and legs more now, pulling the ropes tighter, and Paul knew he was on the home stretch. He switched back to licking again, as fast as his tongue could go, up and down, up and down, up and down.

  She was pulling hard against the ropes, unable to move. All she could do, was to feel the sensations running through her body, wave after wave, thrill after thrill, all coming from Paul’s tongue licking her clitoris until it eventually exploded into her long-awaited climax.

  The bonds were intensifying her sexual excitement and being unable to move was a heavenly torture to her, as long as Paul kept up his relentless, non-stop licking, exactly on the right spot on her clitoris.

  Side to side, side to side now, flicking and licking, flicking and licking, getting the rhythm fast and steady like a beating drum. Flicking and licking… pushing harder into her clitoris, tongue aching, flicking and licking, pushing into her clitoris, flicking and licking, tongue hurting now… until…

  “Arrhhh… fuck… fucking hell…” was Belte’s response.

  Thank God… was Paul’s.

  She’d had her orgasm and it was a good one, and both Paul and Belte knew it and were very pleased about it too.

  Paul had worked hard at this one and was kneeling between Belte’s legs with his face in her soaking wet pussy, arms on her stomach, catching his breath, while she was laying back, spread out like a Christmas tree star, panting and smiling, panting and smiling.

  “That was good, Paul, I think I’d like that again,” Belte said.

  I’m definitely going to earn my money tonight… raced through Paul’s mind.

  He gathered himself up and took a deep breath. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her now dripping wet pussy and waited a second or two, to build up anticipation in her. Instead of thrusting it in, he pushed it up and down a little, riding it over her clitoris, up and down, up and down, rubbing it into her, using his cock like a dildo, watching her squirm and try grind into it.

  He then stabbed it into her in one thrust and started to fuck her all over again.

  As fast as he could now, holding onto her thighs in a kneeling position – in, out, in, out, non-stop, until the sweat was pouring off him.

  Belte could take the pummelling without any bother at all. This is how she liked her sex, hard and fast and non-stop.

  He was ramming her hard now, almost grimacing, keeping up the hard and deep strokes, occasionally changing to shorter and faster strokes, all the time keeping up the rhythmic assault on her eager and greedy pussy.

  He could hear his balls slapping on her fanny – slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap – and wondered how long he could keep this pace going.

  He used his thumb on his right hand to flick her clitoris up and down, in time to his balls slapping, to speed along her orgasm.

  He could feel her coming, slowly but surely; she was tightening her grip on his cock with her fanny muscles and breathing harder, riding his cock back with the rhythm he’d set.

  Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. He was wetting his thumb with her pussy juices and flicking up and down harder now, rubbing her clitoris, masturbating her frantically and trying to speed her on to her next orgasm.

  “Arrhhh yes… Arhhh… Fuck…”

  Belte came with her usual profanities, smirking and swearing, fucking Paul’s cock back with all her might and trying to control her body’s involuntary jerks.

  Paul got up and went for a drink, leaving Belte still tied up and hopefully tired out.

  He poured himself a gin and tonic, with ice, then another one.

  Walking over to Belte, he took a mouthful of the drink and held it in his mouth, he cupped his mouth on hers like a kiss and let the liquid pass into her mouth.

  “That was nice, Paul…” Belte said after two or three mouthfuls.

  “One more like that and I’ll be very happy…” she added.

  Paul hoped she meant another mouthful of gin and tonic, but Belte’s eyes said otherwise.

  Paul swallowed the last of the drink, but kept the ice in his mouth. He was, if anything, inventive.

  He knelt before her beckoning pussy, uncovered her clitoris and started to lick.

  The effect of his ice-cold tongue on her clitoris, made her whoop and cry out, but Paul’s relentless and remorseless lickings and flickings were unstoppable.

  “Whoooo, oooohhhh, arrhhhh!” she cried out, loving and hating it at the same time.

  She was powerless to move or to stop him and she didn’t know if she even wanted to.

  This was an entirely new sensation to her, an arctic orgasm.

  He was pushing his cold and rigid tongue into her pussy now, in and out, in and out, like a cock, keeping the ice at the back of his throat, in and out, in and out. Now he was licking all around the entrance, around and around, then back to her clitoris, up and down, up and down, with his cold and rigid tongue, teasing and freezing her, side to side, flicking and licking, flicking and licking, non-stop.

  She was starting to come now, her third big orgasm building up, making her squirm and push back at his tongue, trying to ride something, anything.

  Paul could feel her pussy pushing back at his face, trying to use his face to fuck on, using it to force out her orgasm.

  He broke up the ice and swallowed it. Kneeling before her pussy, he forced his cock into her and fucked her for all he was worth.

  Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, went his cock, hard and deep, then back to the fast and short rhythm.

  Rubbing her clitoris, he could feel it was cold, but it soon started to warm up and become warm and wet.

  Flicking her clitoris up and down, up and down, then rubbing it around and around, it started to give Belte and Paul the response they both craved.

  “Arrhhh… Arhhh… Arhhh… Fuck… Fuuuuck…” Her body went rigid, her stomach clenched and the ropes tightened as she had her final orgasm of the night.

  Her swearing tailed off and she lay there panting and smiling; she was smiling all the time now.

  Paul lay on top of her, exhausted, trying to catch his breath.

  Belte looked at him and wondered if he could go again. She could go all night, her needs could never be satisfied, she just loved sex and had a problem getting enough of it.

  She could feel Paul on top of her, he was motionless but breathing hard.

  “Paul…” she said. “Paul… have you fell asleep?” she added, laughing.

  He instantly awoke…

  “No, I’m just catching my breath,” he lied. He had fallen asleep. Never in all his dalliances, had he ever fell asleep ‘on the job’.

  “I may as well go home then,” she said. “You’re no use to me asleep.” She said it in a laughing and joking manner, feeling quite proud, thinking herself all woman for wearing him out, Paul the professional.

  She now had one or two rather racy little anecdotes that she couldn’t wait tell her friends over lunch, at her club.

  Paul got up and untied her; she put her fur coat back on and after a few pleasantries and a kiss goodbye, she left him at the door and sped off into the night.

  “‘Wham, bam, and thank you ma’am’ was surely written with Belte in mind,” Paul quietly said to himself.

  Paul went upstairs, brushed his teeth, had his whore’s dip and crawled into bed. He was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow and he slept the sleep of the innocent.

  He slept with his hands under his face with a sweet, childlike look on his face and somehow, it had been said, he looked like an angel.

  But this would be the last time he would have such a restful night’s sleep. His world as he knew it, was about to explode and nothing would ever be the same again.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The Geordie

  The next day, Trudy had called Belte as she’d promised, to see how things had developed between her and Paul.

  Belte had been very pleased with Paul and had told Trudy just that.

  She had discussed with Trudy and with explicit
and graphic detail, all about the previous night’s proceedings and of course how pleased she was with Paul’s selfless and tireless performance.

  Trudy sat in her office, deep in thought. The issue with Paul ran deep in her mind and it wouldn’t rest, it kept surfacing, no matter how hard she tried to bury it.

  Why can’t I just think of him as just ‘business’?

  How can I make him want me again?

  What could I do to get him running back to me?

  She suddenly had an idea and a plan started to form in her devious and perverse mind.

  These rich bitches aren’t going to have him and rub it in my face the next day. They have all the fun and the sex he gives them and I have all the work and the heartache he gives me, and I have to pay for it?

  At the moment, she thought, I’m letting Paul have it all his own way, I’m making it too easy for him. Why would he need me when I’m supplying him with all the women and the money he could ask for?

  “I know what I’ll do,” she said to herself. “I’ll cut off his supply, starve him, make him come back to me, to the source of his good fortune. A hungry man is a much more willing worker than one that’s well fed and well bedded. Yes, that’ll make him grovel back to me and when he’s back, he’ll do what I say. I’ll make him know that I call the tune and when I do, he dances for me and for me alone.”

  Trudy opened her office door and shouted down the hallway, “Clive, in here… now,” and slammed the door shut.

  Clive knocked and entered, but before he could speak, Trudy said, “Go and see that Geordie bloke, you know, the good looker, and bring him here pronto... and do it now, Clive,” she said at him.

  “Right away, Trudy,” was all Clive uttered as a reply, and he was off.

  Clive knew something was wrong with Trudy. She’d been a bitch to work for lately, he also knew it had something to do with the new escort, Paul.

  Paul was the one escort he particularly didn’t like and wanted to bring down a peg or two.

  Clive sensed that something was going on between Paul and Trudy and it was this friction that was causing all the tension and bad atmosphere at Summer Nights.