Message Delivered

Message Delivered

I pulled up outside the house which stood out like no other. Victorian Gothic architecture; it had more in keeping with the Adams Family Mansion than a home in the suburbs. It screamed of wealth and privilege but with manicured grounds and a neatly raked flint gravel path that presented a homely feel. My feet crunched as I walked up the path checking the letter was in my back pocket. Noting that the studded oak doors were slightly ajar I pushed them open and stepped into the inner porch. It was secured from the hallway by stained glass panels and similar double doors. It was both beautiful and effective, the equivalent of modern obscure glass.

I knocked loudly; twice. I saw movement behind the panel indicating that I was being observed through the security camera. After a moment the security chain rattled, and the door opened wide. Amanda was standing in only her lingerie, a conscious last minute decision judging by the crumpled kimono lying on the stairs behind her. I looked her up and down from the strappy four-inch red stilettos, white stockings, garter belt and lace panties to the matching camisole.

"I didn't expect you to be wearing so little Amanda," she merely shrugged causing the strap on her right shoulder to fall down her arm. The pale smooth flesh and slender shoulders were as enticing as hell.

As she backed into the hallway, I followed pushing the door shut behind me. I allowed a few seconds for her to check me out before stepping forward to spin her around to face the stairs. With hands on each hip, I pulled her back against me moving my palms onto the point of her hips. The fingers of my left hand reached forward and pressed firmly on her groin while I nuzzled her bare shoulder with my lips.

"I have something to deliver" I said.

"Really? I thought you always had something to deliver as my husband's PA."

I was starting to feel my groin throb as I drank in her perfume. Slowly I slid my right hand down her thigh to the top of her stockings and onward across their silky surface to her knee. I felt her shudder as my hand started to move slowly back up her thigh. She stepped sideways slightly placing her feet apart. I took this to be my cue to continue the journey upward. I slid my hand under the garter strap and my fingers inside her stockings to her inner thigh.

I was now alternately kissing and gently biting her neck and shoulder aroused by the low whimpers as she exhaled. My thumb sought the edge of her panties forcing its way under the tight lace where I could rub against her mound. My erection developing, I knew it was time to dispense with the gentle arousal of Amanda's body.

Turning her back around I looked into her eyes and placing my hands on her shoulders pressed her down onto her knees on the carpet. Resisting only momentarily she held my gaze as she sank to the floor. I had chosen my clothing carefully. A white silk shirt, soft linen trousers with draw cord waist and deck shoes.

"Remember its balls first Amanda" I said.

I slowly unbuttoning my shirt whilst leaving her to pull at the cord at my waist. My developing erection prevented my trousers from falling straight away. Amanda's gentle manoeuvring around my cock had them on the floor next to my shirt. Her gaze shifted from my eyes to my cock. Pinching my sack tight she forced my balls forward and slowly licked between them up to my swelling head. I placed my hand on her head pushing back down, repeating my earlier command.

"Sorry Steve I was getting a little carried away."

"Well don't, there is plenty of time for that."

Now focused on my instructions she sucked one of my balls into her mouth until I could feel it behind her teeth. The mix of pleasure and pain at having them bitten is a massive turn on for me. Especially as she blew that one out and sucked in the second. I could not help but groan in ecstasy.

"Fine you have been a good girl and can now finish the job to make sure you get the fucking you deserve later."

Amanda was now licking up and down my cock before finally placing her lips over the top and sucking its full length into her mouth. There, she alternately sucked and blew making me squeal with delight. Finally, she pressed my entire length into the back of her throat. I held her head in place a few seconds longer than she would herself. When she pulled back saliva dripped down her chin and onto my cock.

Grasping her biceps, I pulled her upright and slipped the remaining strap of her camisole down. Her full breasts held it in place but a tug at each side and it dropped to her waist where it hung precariously against the lace panties. Stepping out of my trousers and flipping my deck shoes off it was now my turn to go down on my knees to pull down her wet panties. These had to be eased over her tight buttocks but then fell away followed by her camisole. I had Amanda completely naked in front of me. She was no catwalk model, and her philosophy was, "If God did not give it to me I don't want it!" In practice there was nothing she needed. She was a very "Yummy Mummy," 5' 6" of beautiful mature thirty something woman. A testament to a careful diet, gym sessions, and a little pampering.

Her toned legs were set slightly apart and accentuated by the 4" scarlet stilettos ending in a tight "V". Her arousal was obvious in the protruding and glistening labia and clit. A neatly trimmed cushion of soft auburn curls sat below lean hips. Just a hint of her abs balanced her slightly rounded lower belly, a testament to more than a little exercise and evidencing her glowing womanhood. Similarly, there was a little definition to her ribs but no skintight flesh. But the most sensational of all were her full rounded breasts with hard brown nipples and large chestnut-coloured areolae. Shoulders and neck where fine and smooth marked only by the light bite marks of my earlier excitement.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth withdrawing and bending before she had the time to reciprocate. My arms and hands went around her buttocks and thighs and I lifted her to waist height where she immediately wrapped her legs around me. I felt the heels and buckles of the shoes cut into me. She bit into my neck and wriggled trying to impale herself on my cock.

"For god's sake you minx keep still!"

"But I want your cock. I want it now!"

A demand delivered with a metaphorical stamp of the foot. This was almost her only negative trait arising from a husband, 20 years her senior, who could afford to indulge her and did so with regularity.

"Little Miss I want gets nothing!" I knew this was never going to be the case today.

Writhing on my hips I carried Amanda along the long hallway and through the open kitchen door. I was pleased to see the marble island was clear and placed her gently on the edge.

"For god's sake Steve you could have chosen something warmer."

"I could, but doesn't a little cold increase sensuality?"

Before she had the chance to consider her answer I had pressed her back onto the worksurface and pulled two heavy bar stools out to the side. Tucking her ankles under each arm I had spread her legs. It was clear what she wanted next as her hands went straight to her pussy, fingers teasing her lips wide revealing her pink and wet hole. I know she was immediately expecting my cock as she laid back and closed her eyes.

What she got was my full mouth enveloping her from arse to clitoris. My tongue immediately probing into her as far as it would go. I moved my head back and forward one moment pressed hard against her and the next pulling my tongue out to the very edge of her lips. Amanda felt for the edge of the marble top and started to squeal as I turned my attention to her clitoris slowly sucking it into my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. At the same time, I started to use my fingers gently sliding in and up to reach her "G Spot." I knew I could bring on an orgasm by this alone. Amanda was now bucking, and it took my free hand and all my strength to hold her in position whilst I fingered and sucked her.

"Oh my God please, please!" trailed off as her first orgasm hit, her head writhing from side to side.

My queue to slowly remove my fingers and replace them with my cock. Slowly I slid my swollen head into her as I grasped her hips. I like to tease and give just an inch or so in and then immediately out. Repeating the light thrusts but in an irregular pattern. She wouldn't know when she was going to be penetrated next.

"For god's sake Steve just fuck me hard but no creampie. I have too much to do today to be dreaming about you swimming around inside of me."

This was my instruction to stop the play and bang my full length into her, my balls slamming hard against her swollen lips. I was now possessed with making Amanda scream and satisfy my needs. As I held her hips tight, her arse off the edge of the marble top, she took the pounding of my entire body against her. There was no doubt that she was having one orgasm after another as she screamed gripping the edge of the bar so tight her knuckles were white. I knew she could take this longer than I could, but I felt my own orgasm building.

I now had to get out of her and round to her head or as near as I could before I shot my whole load. I wanted to see cum streaming down her face but was too close when my first wave exploded. Shooting over her face it sprayed her tits. I was gasping as the orgasm pounded through my cock but managed to step back slightly so the second, third, and fourth loads hit her face, eyes, mouth, and hair. My last few drops were wiped across her forehead as my erection subsided. I was gasping for breath and my legs felt like jelly as I leaned against the island.

"My God Amada, you bring out the worst in me."

"Good now help me clean up!"

"Not a chance I need to be back at the office. Your husband will be on the telephone as soon as the plane hits the tarmac in New York. We wouldn't want him wondering why delivering a letter takes so long would we? I will leave it on the hall table. Something about boarding school fees and the insurance for your Porsche."

"Bastard!"

"Whatever."

Whilst I quickly dressed in the hall, I could hear Amada still moaning. I was pretty sure she wasn't cleaning up in a traditional sense. More likely wiping up my cum and licking it off her fingers.