Miranda in the Financial District

When he contacts you via Birchplace you do your usual on-line searches about him. You find out that he seems to be what he claimed to be, a financial guy working for one of the private banks based in Canary Wharf. He is 45 years old, twice married with five kids between the marriages. He is rich and he doesn't seem like what most people would call a "nice guy" but you've clearly got him attracted and he has a fat wallet and a fatter cock, from the picture he sent.

He tells you to expect a private car to pick you up at 6am and you will receive £300 pounds for your time. You realise later that you could have easily bumped that up to an even higher fee but it was enough to entice you and you didn't want to drive him away with negotiations.

On the day you are up at 4:30 after a restless and anxious night's sleep and when the car arrives outside, you are ready, dressed as agreed in a full length coat, stockings and suspsenders, shiny stiletto heeled shoes, a clingy short dress and nothing else. No bra, no panties. Wigged and made up and as hard as a rock beneath your clinging skirt and the cover of your coat, you slide onto the back seat like the lady you wish to be seen as and the chauffeur shuts the door and gets back in the front and drives you without a single word to the Cabot Square offices. He takes you into a sub-basement parking area and straight into a private elevator for cars. The elevator takes you down even further and when the car exits you can see you are in yet another, vast and empty, concrete space that looks like a car park or storage room. He drives across it to another elevator and he parks, gets out and opens your door for you. You step out and he presses the button for this second elevator.

When it arrives with a "ding", you see it is for people rather than vehicles. He holds his arm across the open door to signify you are to enter. Once you are inside and turned round, he leans inside and presses a code on the numbered panel inside. A light appears on an LED panel above the numbers and he places his palm on it. Some kind of reader lights his hand and a green light appears on the screen. He leans out of the elevator and the doors shut. You look around without being too obvious as you feel the elevator softly ascend. You see the mirrors and tell yourself wordlessly to relax. You know you look good and you feel horny as Hell so be at your best, in control and just breathe deeply, you tell yourself in your mind. You see what could be a camera lens in each of the four top corners of the elevator.

The trip up takes about thirty seconds and when it slows very gently to a halt, there is another "ding" and the screen indicates you are on floor 29 and the doors silently slide open revealing a carpeted hallway, dimly lit by uplighters along the wall and one visible door at the far end, about twenty yards away from the elevator. You step out, take a deep breath and smile inside at the adventure, knowing that smiling inside will make your outside smile look genuine. And with that genuine smile on your lips you walk with a sexy swagger, slowly down the hallway towards the door. You suspect you are being watched all the way but you enjoy it. You wish for a second that you had removed your coat already so that whoever is watching you could see the dress cling to you.

After about ten yards you pass a mirror on the wall. Boldly, you decide to stop and take another look at yourself. You admire yourself deliberately. You lick your lips, smooth your "hair" and stepping back to get a better view of yourself, you remove the coat and drape it over one arm. In its pockets are your keys, your money, a small spray can of something similar to mace, a pair of flimsy, folded panties and your phone. Making sure you look as good as you feel and that nothing's dropped from the coat, you continue down the hallway until you reach the door at the end.

You hesitate, unsure of whether to knock or try to open it. As you consider for a second, the door opens and he is there in his business suit, shirt and tie. He is clean shaven and smells nicely of expensive cologne but not as though he's bathed in it. You notice his shoes - very, very expensive and beautifully fitted. Clearly hand made to measure. A man who spends well on the things he loves.

He looks you up and down as he opens the door wide for you to enter. He smiles, just a hint but enough for you to know he likes what he sees. As you brush past him you slide your hand gently across his trousers and feel that he is already hard beneath his clothes. The door shuts behind you and it is just you and him in what is clearly some kind of boardroom or large meeting room. There are cameras and screens set up all around. There is a huge conference table with microphones pointing out from the middle so that wherever you sit, you can be heard by whoever is listening. At the distant end of the room, across the plush, expensive carpet is a highly polished, wooden desk in an old fashioned but beautiful style. It faces the room with a chair beyond it, looking back towards where you stand and wait. And behind the desk and chair is an enormous picture window. The view is Southwards and because it is a clear, sunny morning, you can see the O2 in the distance and most of the Isle of Dogs inbetween. It is an impressive view and you know that is what he wants you to think. That he wants you to be impressed by the room, the view, the way you arrived and because of that, by him. He is clearly a man who intends to leave a mark and wants people to consider him powerful and impressive. You already did but now you feel just slightly intimidated as well.

He takes your hand and leads you to the far end of the room until you are standing between the conference table and the desk. You stare out the window, taking in the sights of the island and Greenwich beyond while he goes behind the desk and wheels the leather backed chair out to the side of the room.

He takes your coat from you and places it very carefully and tidily on the chair. Then he stands between you and the desk and he kisses you. You stand about 6' 4" in your heels and he is eye to eye with you. He is broad shouldered, barrel chested and with thick legs. He has a paunch to his stomach but as he pulls you close to him, it does not feel flabby. It feels solid and powerful against you. You start to kiss him back in your own, passionate way but he takes your face in his hands and moves your head away. You open your eyes and you are staring directly into his. His eyes are a deep green and his gaze is very intense. But his voice, though deep and gruff is gentle when he says, "Slow down. Follow me."

Then he kisses you again and you relax and let him set the tone, the strength, the speed. He is very sensual and his tongue gently enters your mouth and then slips out again and runs along your lower lip. He turns his head slightly and you respond naturally in the opposite direction and when you feel his tongue inside your mouth again, you cover it with your own but slowly and gently and you begin to savour the kiss without the same rushed heat of passion. It feels like a kiss during a slow dance. It feels romantic and beautiful and is not what you were expecting at all. A shiver runs through you as his hands slide down your sides and while one rests on your hip, the other slides behind you and cups your ass and pulls you in tighter. His cock is pressed against your body just as yours is pressed against his. You know he must feel you through the clothing you both wear because you can feel him distinctly. You are well endowed with a beautiful thick, quite long and very hard cock but it feels like the before picture compared to what you feel from him. He has the after picture waiting to burst out from the smart suit that is keeping it in check.

He continues to kiss you, mainly on the mouth but sometimes sliding round to your neck and throat before back to your mouth. His fingers have taken the hem of your tight and clinging dress and lifted it free of your cock and ass and he has expertly rolled the hem so that when he lets it go, it springs to your body and clings to you about a foot above waist height.

One hand grips the cheek of your ass while the other slides to the front and grips your cock. You feel the precum already oozing out and feel his thumb rub gently over the head, coating itself in your juice. He lifts his hand between you and slides his thumb into your kiss so you both taste the precum and lick it off in a shared fashion. You giggle and feel very, very girly despite the fact that he has just tasted the juice from your stiff cock. His hand slides back to grip you again and he draws the foreskin down the shaft until you are entirely exposed and it feels very, very tight and close to that sharp pain of the frenulum being stretched. He then falls away from you in one fluid motion and he crouches and kneels and has your stiif, sore cock in his mouth and he pushes his head lower and angles your cock towards the back of his throat and with the merest of chokes he has you completely inside his mouth. He closes his lips around the base of your shaft and he sucks very hard.

You can feel the vacuum pressure created upon your cock and your head tilts back, eyes closed as your hands involuntarily go to his head. Your fingers slide through his thick, black but beginning to grey hair and you hold his face into your body. You groan at the pressure on your cock from his sealed mouth and then you feel his teeth upon you. He bites so gently that at first you're not completely sure it is teeth you can feel. But he keeps the pressure coming until you can feel his teeth, sharply pressing into the flesh of your cock and his bite-grip has pressed into you so deeply he must be almost halfway towards the centre, a quarter from the back of the shaft with his lower teeth and a quarter from the top with his upper teeth. You restrain yourself from gripping his hair and trying to pull him off. Something in you manages to relax your fear and your first reaction passes. And within a second or two of being close to panic, you are released and he slides back up your body and kisses your mouth as before. You instinctively feel as though you just passed some kind of test.

While mouth to mouth, he gently pushes you backwards and walks you to the conference table until you are pressed against it. With ease, he takes you by the flesh of your exposed waist and lifts you onto the table and slides you back a foot or so. You wrap your stocking clad legs around him but he reaches behind himself and takes each ankle and parts your legs. He lifts your ankles high and rolls you onto your back. He gestures towards your arms with his head and instinctively you respond by taking hold of your legs behind the knees. His hands slide down your legs and past your hands until he is crouched again but this time with his hands upon your raised ass. He begins to lick at your pussy and you shut your eyes and moan softly as you feel his tongue explore you outside and inside. You had been very careful as you always are to make sure you were not only clean there but very fresh with just a beautiful hint of a fragrant, vanilla and orange blossom scented soap that you used delicately for just these moments. You have used it yourself on others so that you could test your own tastebuds on it and get the strength just right so that you knew you would taste and smell of a wonderful balance of the soap and your flesh. And it clearly worked its magic as usual because he feasted on your pussy like it was the ambrosia of the gods. His gentle probing and lapping soon became quite urgent thrusts from his tongue, forcing its way as deeply as he could manage into your hole and you would swear that you could feel the tip of his tongue inside you, running circles round the inner edge of that ring of muscle that he was pushing through.

You lose track of time as minutes pass with him eating you and your legs held back against your body. Your cock has been leaking precum in such a fashion that you can feel a small, cooling puddle on your lower belly. Eventually he stands and you can feel the air quite cool on the wet flesh of your pussy. You release your legs and start to roll back to a sitting position but he pushes your legs back and you grip them as before.

"Let me help," he says. He goes to the side of the conference table, near where he's wheeled the chair and placed your coat earlier. From beneath the table he takes hold of what looks like a thick black tape or ribbon. As he approaches you with it in his hand, it seems to be unrolling endlessly from beneath the table. He pulls it across your legs so that it is resting against the back of your lower thighs, just above the bend in the knee. He takes it all the way to the other side of the table and reaches below again. When his hands emerge, the tape or ribbon which you can now see and feel is like a flat, thick, canvas webbing rope is no longer being held by him and yet it does not slide away or fall from your legs. He returns to the side where he had first grabbed it and taking hold of the canvas closest to the table he pulls it down towards the floor and it tightens against your legs. You are able to let go of your legs and you remain fixed in your position on your back with your pussy exposed towards the window. It is not the most comfortable position you have ever been in and you feel you would have to struggle to get free but it is very exciting and you cannot stop your hands wandering down your body to your very hard cock to gently stroke and hold yourself. You feel your balls rolling inside your fall sac as they tighten and slacken at the excitement of your own touch. He now removes his trousers revealing that he wears no underpants. He removes his suit jacket but keeps his shirt and tie on along with his socks and shoes.

He goes to the desk and seems to be fiddling or manipulating something. The lights in the room dim a little and an electric hum is heard as an opaque screen or blind lowers itself mechanically across the huge window.

"It's Miranda, isn't it?" he asks.

"Yes," you say, your heart beating very fast through a misture of excitement and nerves.

"Well, Miranda, the time has come for you to earn your fee. The better you perform, the happier you will be. In fact, the happier everyone will be."

You barely have time to wonder what he means by that before he has produced from somewhere behind him a tube of lubricating gel which he squirts onto his fingers. he lays the tube on the desk and then liberally applies the gel to your pussy, massaging it upon your tight, smooth, beautifully shaven hole, all around and deep inside. You feel the cool of the gel on your ass and inside your pussy. Then he looks behind your head, over you as if towards someone behind you and he smiles. He has a handsome face and a great smile of well kept teeth. He looks very hot when he smiles and yet almost menacing at the same time. Then he steps in close and just before he is too close for you to see, you catch a full glimpse of his cock. It is much darker than you'd thought it would be. He has a fit, tanned, mid-European skin tone but his cock is more mediterranean in colour. Except the huge mushroom head that is free from his foreskin. That is a deep purple at the flared base running to a vivid, dark pink at the tip. His cock looks almost as thick as a regular aerosol spray can and about as long.

"Relax," you tell yourself in your mind and you try your best. You close your eyes and physically you relax your lower half. Your legs grow slack and rest against the canvas tape. Your feet fall slightly and even your toes drop. You can feel the muscles in your ass and your pussy untighten as your skilled breathing techniques kick in. Then you feel his cock head press against your flesh. he lines himself up against the slippery entrance and with one hand on your thigh and the other on his cock he guides himself inside. Where before when he's kissed you and tongued your pussy, he had shown a gentle and almost tender nature, now he was all force. His cock slid inside in one hard push. As his cock head opened your tight muscle wide, you cried out in shock and pain and you tried so hard to relax as much as possible to allow him in but he was not waiting for your body to be ready to receive. He just thrust foward and lifted his hps, forcing your body to jolt upwards and backwards. You felt as though you were being pulled wide open, like giving birth in reverse.

You wanted to scream out in agony and ecstasy but your years of self training came to the fore and although you moaned and whimpered you did not scream. You bit your lower lip and shut your eyes tight to take yourself to a gentler place in your mind. You breathed long and deep and forced yourself to feel every inch, all the way inside. You felt his cock smash into you deep, deep inside. And then again as he withdrew just a few inches and pushed in again. And then again. And repeatedly he fucked you in short sharp thrusts, always remaining almost balls deep inside you. You could feel your insides being pounded by his huge and heavy cock and your own cock grew even stiffer and tighter and somehow thicker and longer than already. Your hands began to reach for your own cock but he slapped them away and pushed them out wide onto the table.

You accepted the position he was forcing you into and kept your arms splayed wide either side of you, flat against the shiny surface of the polished wood. You imagined yourself as viewed from above and knew you must look almost sacrificial if only you could be seen like that. You opened your eyes to look towards the ceiling to imagine that view more and you saw that the TV screens that were within your vision seemed to be showing a series of pictures. Each screen had what seemed to be the same selection of pictures where each screen was divided into four and each quarter was showing a different camera angle view of the same programme. And the programme was you! When he'd told you about being happy with your performance, this was what he'd meant. You were performing for cameras right now. Your mouth and your eyes went wide as you realised that you were being filmed. And then you gasped as you realised that the film could be being broadcast right now. You were in a conference facility of some expense after all. Video conference facilities these days were just like small TV or film studios, using the internet and satellites to connect to the world!

You looked up at his face and he saw the realisation in yours and said, "Enjoy the performance, Miranda. Be a star. Don't be a fool. Just focus on how good it feels and how you can make it even better."

You felt his fucking strokes change from the short and sharp to the longer and slightly slower and smoother. He withdrew most of the way and then slid back in until you could feel his body buffet into yours and then away and back in. Smoothly and evenly and without ever stopping. His hands held your thighs as he slid you slightly across the table towards him just as he slid his huge cock deep inside you and then the opposite motions, you were pushed away a few inches down the table as his cock slid out until just his huge cock head remaind on the dark side of your sphincter.

By now your body had adjusted as much as it could to the size of his cock and there was easily enough lubrication in play to make things remain smooth and not start to burn or tear. And it felt so good. You allowed yourself to slip into that place you could sometimes get to where you felt at your most female. You could feel that cock pushing against your womb as it slid back and forth, up and down the entire length of your pussy tunnel. Your own fat, stiff, dripping cock was almost forgotten as the lady inside you just took over. Your eyes closed and you rocked your body together with the motions of him fucking you. You started to fuck him back, expertly squeezing his cock on the way in, releasing it on the way out but with an extra and slightly firmer squeeze when it was at its furthest point out, knowing you would be gripping him just around his cock head and he would feel it at its most sensitive. Your hips, even though somewhat restrained by your tied position, were able to work the motions so that every inward thrust from him became an upward thrust inside you and you could feel the front three or four inches of his cock sliding against the wall of your womb inside.