Maria’s Fulfilment
By
Jay Merson
Copyright. Jay Merson 2004
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Chapter 1
The red painted nails of her delicate fingers closed around her erect nipples, rolling and squeezing the excited buds between finger and thumb. Maria gasped aloud at the power of the sensations it produced; it had been so long now, for over a year the throbbing sexual need within her had been steadily growing.
She watched her naked reflection in the long mirror of her bedroom as she cupped her firm breasts and weighed them in the palms of her hands, the tugging ache deep within her vulva, her clitoris hardening at odd times during the day and night, all the sensations coming to her in increasing frequency and strength. The waiting was over, she had known this for sometime but now even her body was signalling its impatience.
Maria delighted in what she saw; the transformation was complete, so very different to the woman she had been a year ago. Her raven black hair falling down onto her shoulders, the smooth and unblemished olive skin that Sicilian women naturally acquire gave her a simmering sexual aura. The firm symmetrical breasts with the dark rings surrounding her nipples, the neat waist and narrow hips gave her an athletic and honed appearance. With her flashing dark eyes and full red lips she simply oozed sexuality and pouted teasingly at her reflection. Her body and sexuality would be her weapons and she intended to use them to their fullest in the coming crusade.
The cool ceramic tiles refreshed her bare feet in the blistering Sicilian heat as she turned and posed before the mirror. Her mind wandered back in time as her hands roamed sensually down over the firm contours of her buttocks; the red painted nails glowing brightly against her tanned skin.
All of the research and probing was at last over, a full year of recuperation and studying to try to make sense of it all and to try to solve the puzzle. Endless phone calls and letters, sleepless nights and much heartache but driven relentlessly onward with that burning thirst for revenge that all Sicilian women possess.
There was a growing need within her to once again take control of herself - and of others – men in particular.
Her hand moved now to cup her mons and to cover the thick black thatch of pubic hair between her thighs. She pressed and gripped the erect bud of her clitoris to savour the wonderful and long awaited sensations of pure sexual excitement. The slender middle finger of her hand pressed up into the moist pink folds of her inner lips to send tingling shards of pleasure darting through her entire body. Maria's eyes closed and her head sank back as she pressed and rubbed herself, shifting her feet apart slightly to prepare for her fingers to enter fully.
Visions filled her mind, of a stiff twitching cock aching to get inside her, a thick veiny shaft of warm and excited pulsing pleasure. She cried out as her two fingers pushed up inside her pussy to stretch her labia wide and to fill her insides so gratefully. She was, she imagined, pressed back against a wall, his hot excited breath on her chest as he kissed and sucked on her nipples. His hard cock buried deep up inside her as his hips lunged urgently and brutally into her. Maria's back arched to force her hips forward onto her probing fingers. Her mouth hung open and she whimpered her delight as her imaginary man rammed into her body. Twitching little convulsions gripped her, spears of electric sensations raced through her; she tensed and bucked her hips wildly as the pounding feelings came to her. Her body locked rigid and she cried out as she came, the orgasm tore through her body like a tornado to tug excitingly at every nerve end. Her knees buckled and she slumped to the floor moaning softly in the warm and comforting state of post orgasmic bliss.
***
Dressed in just a tiny pair of tight white panties Maria leaned on the balcony rail of the villa and looked out over the surrounding mountains. Her mountains she liked to call them, she would miss them in her time away, the villa was her home and she felt a pang of regret at having to leave it all. She sighed wistfully at the thought, she would return - that much was certain - but only when her task was completed.
Maria straightened and stretched lazily. The planning had been done, the details worked out and checked time and again - today it would begin - and with a vengeance.
She settled herself at the big mahogany desk in her study, opened the file to the first page, checked the telephone number and dialled. She waited for the international connection and that ringing tone so peculiar to England.
"Hello, Gordon Briars," the man's voice said in curt salutation.
"Gordon, Maria - phoning from Sicily."
There was a stunned silence before he responded.
"Maria!" he gushed insincerely, "How lovely to hear from you again. How are you?"
Maria noted the false sincerity in his voice, it didn't surprise her, and in fact she had almost expected it. His voice betrayed hesitancy also, just two facets of Gordon's vile character.
"Fine thanks, I am back to and better than my old self."
Another short silence followed before Gordon offered hesitantly.
"Listen Maria, about Jonathan, I was so sorry..."
"History, Gordon, history," Maria said and 'lying bastard' she thought. "Listen, I'm coming back to England for a while."
"Is that wise, Maria?"
"It isn't open to discussion Gordon, my mind is made up and that's final," she said firmly. "You offered - when I left - the use of your flat if ever I needed it, and I now need."
"But of course. You do understand that I am away a great deal on assignment and you would have to fend for yourself."
"Not a problem, " she said sounding deliberately mournful. "I still need time to myself so that arrangement could work quite well."
"Yes, yes of course. I'm here up to and over the weekend and then I leave for North Africa for a six-week assignment - when were you thinking of coming?"
"Be there Friday - that sound okay to you?"
There was a slight pause and then.
"Fine, look forward to seeing you then," he said and added begrudgingly, "need a lift from the airport?"
"No thanks I'll be fine, few things to do first."
"I understand, look forward to Friday then."
Again Maria noted the lack of sincerity in his voice but she needed this contact with him, it was part of her scheme and she would work it as she had planned.
"You're a good friend Gordon, you always have been," she said warmly crossing herself as she spoke the words.
"Hush my sexy Latin temptress, see you Friday, bye for now," Gordon smoothed sickeningly and hung up.
Maria ran her hand over the airline ticket on the desk in front of her. He was so predictable, but then he always had been. She looked forward very much to seeing Gordon again but this time it would be better; she would use the little shit and he would be blissfully unaware that she was doing so - until that is, she felt it was time that he should know.
***
Gordon Briars replaced the receiver and cursed aloud.
"Damn it!" After all this time, he thought, Maria of all people.
He didn't need complications in his life just now, least of all her. She was certainly fuckable; the sexy little slut needed a good seeing to - probably desperate for a good screw after all this time - and he would like to be the one to give it to her. He had always fancied her but she was the wife of his best friend - or had been until Jonathan's death. Not that it would have bothered Gordon to fuck his friend's wife - he simply hadn't the balls to try it on with her. She had been devoted to Jonathan and therefore unavailable to others.
Gordon's cock stirred as he recalled how he had lusted after the lovely Maria, her slender thighs and pert breasts - he had even seen her knickers once when the little bitch had inadvertently parted her thighs as she sat. His cock rose to full hardness as he recalled her shimmering red lips, imagining them closing around the head of his cock. The way she walked, upright, proud and confident, showing her slim figure and legs in a display of total sensual offering. The bitch seemed to delight in being untouchable, as though she got her rocks off simply teasing.
Devoted she may have been to her husband but things were different now that he was off the scene - perhaps Maria coming to stay might be a blessing after all, he thought gleefully. She had after all phoned him and there were lots of places that she could have stayed but she had chosen him. Gordon gripped his throbbing erection through his trousers and squeezed.
"Yes," he said aloud smiling. "On reflection, I look forward to Friday very much."
***
The credit card slipped easily between the door and the frame to push back the bolt of the Yale lock, the door swung open and Maria stepped inside. Her soft trainers squeaked on the polished hallway floor of the flat as she made her way through to the lounge. Maria made straight to the desk and began searching the drawers and sifting through the pile of papers on the top. A terrific surge of excitement and naughtiness passed through her as she began her quest for real.
For two full hours she sat at the desk reading each file and paper, making notes on the reporter's pad that she had brought with her.
The owner of the flat, Michael Faunton, cabinet minister and industrialist - piece of shit - would not come to the flat today. She knew his routine; she had made it her business to know it. Although they had never met, she had, during her long year of absence, gained a deep knowledge of him and his activities. He was, along with his other activities, a member of the cartel - that closed and secret club that existed to benefit its members and that disposed of anyone who stood in their way.
Her task at the desk completed, Maria moved through the lounge, searching it systematically for anything, however small that could add to her knowledge of him. She found nothing above the usual array of greetings cards on the mantelpiece and in fact anything further of interest to her at all.
Maria moved along the narrow hallway, checking each room in turn until she arrived at the Master bedroom. Luxurious and richly furnished, the flat was his London base, she already knew his home address but it was here that she needed to start to add to the growing file she kept on him.
The Master bedroom was large with thick, deep-pile pink carpet covering the floor, and besides the double bed and drawer unit a set of bedside cabinets were the only other non- fixed furniture in the room. She noted the pet name of his wife from a letter in the drawer and apart from a few personal knick-knacks her search produced little more. The wardrobe however proved more interesting, the few clothes hanging in there had nothing in the pockets but the little locked drawer at the bottom looked intriguing. Not wishing to break into the drawer and leave evidence of her visit, Maria began searching for the key; she found it within minutes beneath the corner of the carpet.
There were pornographic magazines mostly, spanking and light bondage in the main, a small latex dildo and a vibrator along with several photos of a middle-aged woman in black stockings but little else. But as Maria replaced the items in the drawer an envelope fell from between the back pages of one of the magazines. Unsealed and plain, the envelope contained just a short letter, which Maria unfolded carefully and read.
There was no indication as to who wrote the letter or to whom it was addressed but the content held Maria's interest as she scanned the handwriting. The writer stated that Jonathan - her Jonathan - was becoming a problem and was threatening the existence of the cartel itself. No remedy was suggested but it was clear that the writer was suggesting firm action be taken against him.
The sender's name would have helped her but that the letter was in his flat meant that Michael Faunton was the recipient and confirmed his involvement. She had also now gained some idea as to his sexual preferences, something that would help her later.
Maria replaced everything as it had been and made her way out of the flat, closed the door behind her and slipped inconspicuously out onto the pavement of the busy Golder’s Green Road.
***
"Maria! You look positively wonderful!" Gordon enthused as he opened the door of his apartment. He kissed her lightly on the cheek in greeting and took her suitcases. His hungry eyes roamed over her firm buttocks within the tight jeans that she wore as he followed her into the flat, "Lovely to see you again Maria - good trip?"
"I've had better."
She was aware of his eyes flicking down to her breasts and crotch as they faced each other. He hasn't changed, she thought, furtively ogling her as he always had.
Whilst Gordon took her cases to her bedroom Maria went through to the lounge. Well furnished from the rewards of his obviously successful occupation and dubious funds from the cartel, the flat was grandiose. Large patio doors spanned the entire end wall of the lounge to overlook Regents Park and give a wide panorama of the London skyline. Maria stood silently looking out; she had forgotten some details of how the apartment looked and felt, it seemed longer than a year since she had last been there.
"White wine - sweet isn't it?" Gordon asked as he entered the lounge and made straight to the drinks cabinet.
"You've a good memory," Maria said sweetly as she sat and settled herself in the huge oatmeal coloured settee, crossing her legs lazily. She smiled, sitting back confidently as he walked toward her, her arm slung lazily over the back of the settee.
He handed her a drink and sat in the leather Chesterfield opposite, his eyes flicking constantly to her breasts as they thrust hard against the thin material of her tight white blouse.
"Let's get one awkward part out of the way first shall we?" Maria stated firmly. "Jonathan has gone; I accept that, now; it's time to move on and I would rather avoid any mention of him. Does that help in making things a little easier?" She smiled sweetly, her eyes never leaving his face.
"It does. Still the straight talking Maria I know and love," he said and stretched back lazily in the Chesterfield. "So what are you doing here - what made you come back?"
"Oh, many reasons really," Maria tried to deflect his question. "I'll stay a while and then return, all part of burying the past I suppose."
He nodded his understanding.
"Stay as long as you as feel you need to," Gordon said with false sincerity.
"I will, thanks," Maria said in dismissal. She didn't want to thank the slimy little shit for anything but played to her advantage. "I need a favour from you Gordon, this weekend before you leave for Africa..."
"Tunisia - North Africa actually," he corrected.
"Wherever, I want to get into some modelling work Gordon and need you to take some pictures of me...you know, to build a portfolio," Maria said in a helpless and pleading tone.
She lounged back; shifting her knees apart to offer her denim covered mons for his delight, the firm padded mound so appealing, hinting teasingly at the wonderful delights that lay beneath the thick material.
His gaze found it instantly, flicking down to the tightly stretched jeans as they pulled harshly between her legs and over her prominent mound, the excitement in his eyes all too obvious and his face flushing as further confirmation.
"But I'm an architectural photographer, I don't do glamour."
"You have all the equipment, cameras, dark-room, and lighting and know how - it can't be that different."
"There's a big difference..."
"Please Gordon, just for me," she purred offering a helpless look with her wide eyes. Like a little girl lost, her head tilted to one side as she pleaded with her expression.
"But you are a qualified accountant, a bloody good one too, get work in that line."
She gave him her best sexy smile, her red, glossy lips parting sensually to add emphasis.
"Please Gordon."
A moment passed as he sat pensive, "Very well then."
Maria squealed her delight, she jumped to her feet and leant over to kiss him, a light but not sensuous kiss, just enough to have an effect on him. And it did; when she straightened to step back a large bulge had appeared in the front of his trousers, his face flushed red as he saw that she had noticed.
"Same randy old Gordon," Maria teased. "I'll get changed and freshen up now - long journey and all that."
She blew him a kiss and winked teasingly before turning away and walking through to the bedroom, aware of his eyes boring hungrily into her backside as she went.
***
Lounging back in the warm soapy water of the bath with the foaming bubbles covering most of her tired body Maria relaxed. As it always seemed to nowadays her mind turned again to sex, a deep and analysing thought train to try to discover her true needs and desires. Okay she thought, she needed sex badly but not just sex, it was more than that. What she needed was the thrill and excitement of using her body to tease and to tantalise, to be desired and wanted in a lusting and lewd fashion, to get men hard and make them suffer and to wait. A terrific surge of sensation shot through her to grip deep within her vulva at the very thought. She needed to be in control and to control them - to steer them? No, more than that, not to coax them but demand of them, to issue instructions and have them comply willingly - or otherwise. Men she knew would do almost anything to get their cocks up inside a woman who was hovering just out of reach of their pathetic attempts to fuck her.
Maria's hand slid down to cup her mons beneath the water, the heel of her hand resting on her pubic arch, her fingers pressing down onto the parted pink folds of her inner lips. Her aroused clitoris pressed up against the palm of her hand to bring a wash of sweet sensation moving over and through her.
She was certain now, it had become clearer in her mind as to her preferences and she was now free to decide for herself. So unlike the straight sex she had enjoyed with Jonathan, it was her that needed to be in charge and not the man. It would be her that would dictate, she would tell them, get them to obey and if they didn't? But they would, she knew that already.
Three fingers moved in tandem to stroke across her hard bud of a clitoris, she shifted her hips and slid a little further down into the bath to receive the wonderful sensations. She began stroking the hard bud gently; savouring the wonderful sensations it produced for her.
The knock at the door startled her.
"Are you decent?" Gordon's voice called through the closed door.
Cursing at the interruption Maria moved up into a sitting position but her hand remained touching her pussy.
"Yes Gordon," she snapped icily. "Come in."
He entered, sitting himself down on the cork-topped stool, his eyes and interest firmly on the line of bubbles that crossed Maria's swelling breasts.
"Hoping to catch me nude?" Maria teased.
He flushed slightly and averted his eyes, "Just wanted to confirm a few bits for the photo shoot."
Maria pressed at her clitoris secretly beneath the water to savour the feelings as his eyes once again probed the line of bubbles in hope of a sight of her breasts. It excited her to be naked so close to him, her body thinly covered only by thick foaming bubbles, to taunt him, tease him and to let him know that she was doing so.
"The equipment is almost ready, I just need to know what sort of poses and outfit to get the lighting just right."
Maria pondered and stretched back lazily, allowing her breasts and erect nipples to become visible above the line of bubbles.
Gordon was silent and perspiring as his gaze held firmly on her breasts, his face flushed in excitement.
"Something short, tight and sexy I think, don't you think so too Gordon?"
He nodded absently in response.
Maria sighed softly and stretched a little more to raise her breasts higher out of the bubbles.
"Horny," she stated firmly, "Sexy poses that will turn men on."
No reply came from the transfixed Gordon.
"Something to get them hard and wanting," she purred and slipped her middle finger into her pussy beneath the suds.
"Okay," Gordon croaked and stood with a little difficulty.
His erection forced hard against the inside of his trousers to make it uncomfortable for him to stand erect, he moved awkwardly to the door and went out.
Maria giggled softly to herself at his discomfort and excitement, she had enjoyed teasing him, but it was nothing compared with what was to come. She wriggled the long finger around inside her pussy as her level of arousal grew. The reawakening of her sexuality, the new and commanding role that she now intended to take in all sexual matters excited her so very much. Maria slid down lower in the bath and raised her knees to the sides, her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent pleading for the sexual release which she set about giving herself.
***
Gordon busied himself in his preparations; two silvered flash umbrellas, one in each corner of the lounge, and two fixed cameras on tripods and one hand-held camera. His level of arousal now high, he adjusted his stiffening cock within his trousers at the thought of her posing for him. He heard Maria enter and turned to be stunned in to silent immobility, his mouth open and eyes staring.
She wore high stiletto heels that shaped her calves and thighs to perfection and increased her height accordingly. Black hold up stockings coated her legs, the tops only just hidden beneath the short hem of her tartan mini-kilt. A tight fitting blouse clung to her body to emphasise her narrow waist and the thrust of her breasts. Her jet-black hair fell to her shoulders framing her face above the velvet choker around her slim neck. The blood red lipstick and nail varnish glowed brightly in contrast to her olive skin to give a simmering sexual aura that no man could possibly resist.
"Close your mouth, Gordon," Maria said casually as she strode confidently into the centre of the room.
She felt good, so alive and in control, her body pulsed with excited sensations as she posed and turned for his approval. Maria spun around, the little kilt flaring out to show the lighter tanned thighs above her stocking tops and a flash of the little white panties that concealed her other delights.
"Like it?" she asked sexily, flashing her dark eyes and a beaming smile at the stunned Gordon.
He could only nod in response, his eyes flicked up and down her body rapidly, seemingly uncertain of which part of her to rest on next. For several moments she posed before him then took control and began the session.
"I will pose as I am for the first part. For the second part," she paused for effect. "I will remove some of my clothes and so on until we get to the..."
Gordon was nodding absently, his face fixed with a huge smile and a great bulge in the front of his trousers.
Her voice lowered to a thick velvety purr, "Would you like to see me naked, Gordon?"
His cock twitched visibly within the confines of his trousers, his face was flushed and excited.
"Yes," he replied in a hoarse whisper.
"Louder," she screamed suddenly at him. A thumping surge of pure excitement shot through her as she shouted the command.
"Yes," he repeated, almost shouting the word back in his excitement.
"Then strip off yourself and take the pictures of me whilst you are naked."
The indecision he felt was obvious in his expression; several more glances at her thighs and bust however moved him to start unbuttoning his shirt.
"Faster," Maria snapped impatiently.
He responded, fumbling clumsily to free his shirt from the waistband of his trousers in his haste. Clearly embarrassed he undid his trousers and dropped them to the floor.
"And the underpants," Maria prompted sternly.
Hesitantly and blushing bright red, he eased the underpants over his erect cock and slipped them down.
"My!" Maria teased, "But don't you have a problem there!"
He hung his head and averted his eyes, shamed that she should see his state of excitement.
Gordon was fit, he played enough squash to stay in shape, he wasn't bad looking either but for being the shit he was beneath it all. Maria felt that she could actually fancy him if that were not the case. But she knew him for what he was and for now, she would keep those feelings to herself.
For twenty minutes she posed, sitting, standing, bending, crossing her legs, raising her skirt a little and kneeling on all fours whilst Gordon clicked away with the hand-held camera. All the time she pouted her red lips and used her wide-eyed stare to transmit raw sexual lust to the trembling and constantly excited Gordon. The pumping excitement within her rose to a higher and higher state of arousal as they settled into a routine of pose and shoot. She loved the way his cock jutted out expectantly from his thatch of pubic hair, twitching slightly in excitement whenever she bent or blew him a kiss through the lens. The foreskin of his cock was pulled harshly back along the swollen shaft to expose his velvety glans that leaked little drops of lubrication at differing times.
Maria found herself moistening at the thought of having a cock up inside her again after such a long period of abstinence. The game she was playing with him though was so very exciting that she fought the temptation to get him up her and chose instead to prolong his agony for as long as she possibly could.
"How are the tripod cameras set?"
"What?" Gordon questioned at her change of track. "Oh, rolls of seventy-two in each, timers set at one-minute intervals alternating so that we get a shot every thirty seconds."
"Great," Maria breathed and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Then turn the cameras on."
Gordon complied, and putting both tripod cameras onto automatic he returned to his previous place just in front of the settee.
"Kneel, kneel down with your hands behind your back and watch," Maria breathed excitedly.
The camera flashed to momentarily bathe them and the room in a blue haze of brilliance.
She pulled the two halves of her blouse apart to reveal breasts that were pushed together and up into a firm inviting swell by the tight, lacy black bra that she wore. Maria began to gyrate her hips slowly, circling and offering her mons in thrusting little jerks as she peeled the blouse off her shoulders.
"Little bitch," Gordon uttered in excitement.
"Yes!" Maria breathed excitedly. "That's it - talk to me, tell me what you like, tell me what you would like to do."
Her hands reached up her back to the bra strap as she moved her hips and thighs in a hypnotic motion of pure sexual attraction. The camera flashed again.
"Your thighs and tits," Gordon groaned longingly, "So nice - so firm."
"More!" Maria snapped. "Tell me more."
She slipped the bra off her shoulders to free her breasts and received a stab of sensation in her vulva at Gordon's resulting expression and reaction.
"My God!" he breathed aloud, "Those nipples!"
"Mmmm," Maria cooed in delight as she cupped and weighed her breasts in her palms.
"I'd love to kiss them and suck on them," Gordon's dry and excited voice uttered longingly, "To feel your tits and to get my cock in between them."
Maria squatted with her knees wide apart, offering him the view underneath her little kilt and the thinly veiled pussy beneath her tight panties. The flash of the camera lit the darker areas below the thick material as the shutter clicked.
"I expect you would, Gordon," she purred.
Her fingers and thumbs began pulling and squeezing at her hard nipples, "But will I let you?" she teased in a soft and sensual voice.
He groaned aloud.
"Please Maria," he whined pathetically.
She stood and moved close, her mons just inches from his face as she kneaded her breasts for his benefit.
"Please what, Gordon?" she mimicked sarcastically.
His hand came around intent on at last touching the stunning Latin temptress but was checked by the severity of her tongue.
"No touching!" she snapped icily, "Just one touch and no goodies for little Gordon."
"Fucking bitch," he spat in frustration. The camera clicked.
"Mmmm, yes, talk dirty Gordon; I love it when you talk like that. It makes me want to...to give in and to let you fuck me."
"You rotten teasing little bitch, you know I want you."
"Unnhh," Maria muttered as the electric charge of sensation shot through her, a surge so intense that her clitoris jolted its reaction to his words.
Again she began gyrating her hips; her hands smoothed down over her thighs and began to travel slowly back up again with the hem of her kilt trapped between. Her mouth was open and head back, her bare breasts were swinging gently with the motion of her body. Her feet were planted wide apart and her knees parted, bent slightly to expose her upper thighs.
His eyes followed the slow progress of her kilt as it moved ever upward over the taut slender thighs and the tops of her stockings to the goal beyond. Gordon gasped aloud as the firm mound of her mons came into view, covered only by the thin material of her white panties. The brilliant flash of the camera instantaneously gave them a higher luminosity.
"Oh God Maria, please let me."
"Let you do what?" she asked sweetly as she held the kilt bunched up around her waist. Fuck me? Is that it Gordon? You want to fuck me?"
"You bloody know I do you bitch," he spat angrily.
"Better, Gordon, much better, it turns me on when you get angry."
She unclipped the clasp and threw the kilt aside to stand just inches from his face in her little panties and black stockings. Maria turned, smoothing her hands down over the curve of her buttocks, the fingers spread and caressing gently. She sighed and moaned to add to his discomfort as the bright red fingernails moved across the pure white material of her panties.
"My pussy is wet, Gordon, so very wet and in need," she purred.
"Then let me have you, you teasing little slut."
He was flushed red with both anger and need; the flash of the camera went unnoticed by him as he took in the firm curves of the body being displayed before him. Maria turned back to face him, hooking her thumbs in the side-strings of her panties high up on her hips.
"Shall I?" she teased. "Do you want to see it?"
He nodded several times in rapid succession, unable to speak, the words emerging as just low inaudible whispers.
"Beg me then. You have to beg me."
"Please Maria, please. I'll do anything...say anything...just please stop this and let me get at you."
The incredible charge flowing through Maria had brought her to a peak just a little short of climax; she hovered there so close yet so distant savouring the heady pumping sensations that her teasing was producing for her.
Her voice was low and sensual as she coaxed him.
"You're a whimp, Gordon. Tell me what you are."
She began to edge the panties slowly down over her hips. Her eyes watched his face and her peripheral vision noticed his twitching cock in its excitement.
"I'm a whimp."
Maria landed a savage and stinging slap across his face that jarred his head roughly to the side. Her pussy gripped in delightful spasm as she landed the blow on the trembling man.
"Louder!" she screamed venomously.
"A whimp!" he shouted back. "I'm a useless whimp."
"Better, Gordon, much better," she praised sarcastically, "And now your reward."
The panties slid down over her hips and thighs, the gusset sticking momentarily in the folds of her labia, the thick black thatch of pubic hair concealing part of her pussy but adding to the overall stunning look of her.
She kicked the panties aside and adopted a set and arrogant stance before him. A new series of pumping sensations throbbed in her body as his eyes fixed a stare straight between her legs. She was building fast and unstoppably toward her peak as the powerful thrill of being in command rose within her.
Maria moved forward, her hands grasping urgently at his hair, the fingers entwining harshly as she pulled him onto her to crush his face hard against her pussy.
"Lick me," she demanded urgently. "Lick me you pathetic whimp."
Her hips pushed forward and her hands pulled his head to her as his tongue lapped frantically at her hard clitoris. The camera flashed.
Maria bucked and shuddered, her head back and body tensed to receive the wonderful sensations. She cried out, a long and animal-like growl of deep satisfaction came from her throat as she came to orgasm. A violent series of racking convulsions shook her body as she reached and enjoyed her climax.
Roughly, Maria pushed Gordon's head away, his top lip smeared with blood to portray the strength with which she had crushed his face onto her. He looked stunned and a little shocked at the ferocity of her need, he cowered back on his knees, uncertainty showing in his expression and his hands clasped firmly behind his back.
"Stand, stand and bend," she ordered menacingly.
He rose to his feet but not quickly enough; a swift kick of her shoe urged him on and he stood bent over at the waist.
"Grip your legs and pull your head down to your knees."
His face reddened as he complied, grunting in discomfort as he assumed the position.
Using Gordon's leather belt, she stepped back and swung hard to land a savage lash of the leather across his bare buttocks.
He cried out, his head rising and the grip on his knees released.
"Get back down!" she snapped.
Again Maria lashed him, and then again, her arm swinging far back to increase the force of the blows. Thumping surges of raw excitement filled her, every part of her body felt alive with heady pounding. To have him obeying, bending and suffering at her command was so wonderfully powerful; she lashed several times more in high excitement and arousal. His screams and reactions, the pained grunts and the reddening flesh pushed her level of arousal higher still. Maria was panting hard, her body responding to the great stimulation to bring her close to her second orgasm. She tossed the belt aside.
"Fuck me," she breathed urgently.
Maria turned away and got down onto all fours, arching her back to offer her buttocks high. She groaned aloud as he gripped her hips and knelt behind her, the head of his throbbing cock locating easily in the open lips of her pussy. She gasped as he pushed fully up inside her, the warm feel of his stiff rod so welcome after all this time. Her body shook and her breasts jiggled as they hung beneath her, the frantic pounding of the excited Gordon banging hard against her buttocks. Maria lowered herself onto her elbows, her face resting on the carpet to better receive his cock as he pulled her hips hard back onto each savage thrust into her. Maria cried out as the second set of pre-orgasmic waves rippled through her, she raised her body on straightened arms and threw her head back. She thrust back savagely against his inward thrusting in a desperate search for greater pleasure.
His cock jerked several times before he groaned aloud, he pulled out of her, little spurts of his sperm jetted out in pulsing squirts to land on Maria's polished shoes and stockings. The camera clicked again.
"Oh dear," Maria panted sternly. "That, you whimp, was not a good move. For that my dear Gordon, you will suffer."
Chapter 2
Michael Faunton put the third of his suitcases into the boot and kissed his wife before getting into the car and driving off. His destination the flat in Finchley where another parliamentary session dictated that he live there for the next three months. It was only the occasional visit from Sindy - his little escort girl and whip wielding dominatrix that kept him sane during his periods at the flat. With the children at boarding school and only his sexless wife to look forward to at home, he inwardly welcomed the enforced periods at the flat and the visits from Sindy.
The Cartel was operating well now, better since Jonathan had gone. He steered the car onto the motorway and thought of the money he had received this month alone. He congratulated himself silently as he drove, not for too much longer need he suffer that prim and proper bitch of a wife of his but he would do nothing in the meantime to harm his career. Being a Cabinet Minister didn't pay well enough for his needs, but the funds from the Cartel made up for that. He revelled also in the title and social standing that went with both positions, at least he and his bitch of a wife agreed on that much.
***
"Maria -did you remove the film from the cameras last night?" Gordon called through from the kitchen as he slipped on his jacket and took another bite of toast.
"Yes. I want some pictures for my scrap-book," she shouted back from the bedroom and added "I'll develop them while you are away - I think can remember how to do it."
"Don't muck them up will you, I want a set," he said walking into the bedroom and kissing her lightly on the cheek as she sat before the dressing table mirror.
"If I do we'll just have to take some more," she responded sexily and continued to brush her hair with long slow strokes of the brush. Maria shifted her legs, the silky robe slipping aside to offer her slim thighs for his benefit.
He stood silently looking down at the tanned legs; his gaze fixed on the point where her robe closed so tantalisingly close to her groin.
"God, Maria!" he sighed wistfully. "I'm not looking forward to being away from you after last night."
She turned to face him, a great smile on her face.
"I'll save some of me for you Gordon," she teased. "I might even rub myself whilst I think of you."
He gave a low groan of deep longing then straightened up, his thoughts then moving to the trip ahead of him.
"Oh, before I go. There is a large brown envelope on the lounge coffee table; a friend of mine - Michael Faunton - will call for it this afternoon, about four-thirty. It contains very important papers for an assignment so please ensure he gets them won't you. Best get going now if I'm to catch the plane."
He kissed her once more and took the opportunity to glance down her cleavage then he was gone from the room.
Maria heard the front door slam shut and then silence. She waited a few moments and then went out on to the balcony, she looked down to see Gordon get into a taxi and drive away. The weekend and coming weeks she now had completely to herself and the opportunity to further her knowledge of the Cartel.
Maria slipped off the red silk robe and pulled on her jeans, she felt comfortable in them and they were part of the transformation for her. A ritual really she saw it as, a deep contrast that would both confuse and entice her prey, dressing-up was for seduction, at all other times she dressed for comfort. She slipped on a thin jumper and went to find the brown envelope.
She was sitting on the settee looking at the package, as it lay on the table, sealed and unreadable. Maria thought for a moment or two, made her decision then picked up the envelope and her handbag and walked quickly out of the flat.
Within twenty minutes she had found a stationer's that did photocopying, she had bought a pack of large, brown envelopes - the same size as the original and was busy photocopying the contents of Gordon's package. It took the best part of an hour to complete and when it was finished she returned to the flat, eager to read the contents that she had only seen snippets of so far.
Sitting lazily on the balcony in the sun lounger, her feet resting on the rail, she read the photocopied pages; the originals replaced and sealed in one of the envelopes she had brought. The papers revealed details of crooked dealings, influenced by Michael Faunton in his capacity as a Minister, Gordon's assignments were connected and as she already knew, Gordon was a member of the Cartel. Other dealings, those with the two other cartel members made interesting reading - one of them in particular - it added much to her knowledge and with the copies of the letters within the papers, she had some very strong evidence against them. Maria was pleased with the results of her delving and moved to the lounge to bring her own files up to date, she also re-read the information she had to date on Michael Faunton; she might need it later that day.
After storing her file safely in her lockable case, she set about searching the flat. Everything was normal in all of the rooms and turned up nothing that could be of use to her, a mug of coffee in her hand she headed to the room that she had left until last - his study.
An hour of searching and reading produced nothing, she was surprised, Gordon had to keep his information that pertained to the Cartel somewhere - but where?
For the rest of the morning she searched, breaking off every so often to sit quietly and think of other possible hiding places, but all of them turned up nothing.
She had done enough searching for one day Maria decided and set about developing the photos from the previous night's session. The developing procedure she had not forgotten although it had been better to let Gordon think that she was unsure. Maria worked in the heat of the small darkroom, developing, fixing, glazing and printing until all of the photos were finished - all four sets. Drying the first set as the others were processing, she worked an efficient production line and was pleased with the results of her labours. Three sets she locked in her case, wrapped carefully in a brown envelope, the other set she looked through as she lay stretched out on the settee in the lounge with a Celine Dion record playing on the radio. They were good, very good, she studied the photos carefully, and then separated those that showed Gordon and put them in a drawer in the desk of his study, those of her alone she sorted into order and placed them on the coffee table next to the brown envelope.
***
Maria lay back in the bath in the hot, soapy water, raised one leg and soaped it lazily with the huge sponge. Her thoughts were on the other members of the cartel, Gordon she knew and had already hooked. Michael Faunton she would meet today, Jane Spears she knew from before and didn't see her as a problem. The final two members however, were different, they were the ones she knew least about, but she hoped to gain some information on them from the others.
Dried and powdered, she stood in front of the mirror admiring the effect of her dressing. A tight fitting, pinstriped business suit in navy blue, black stockings and a white blouse, she buttoned the jacket and checked her hair for the final time. The same blood red lipstick and nail varnish, all part of her seduction kit, she giggled as she thought of it that way. Maria turned and posed for her reflection, all was set, she adjusted the cuffs of her blouse and walked through to the lounge - just time enough for a white wine before he was due to arrive.
***
"Oh excuse me. Gordon didn't tell me he had company," Michael Faunton said as Maria answered the door.
'Liar,' she thought to herself.
She had made him wait, standing in the hallway for several minutes to ensure total surprise before she had opened the door.
"Yes?" Maria said simply, to add to his discomfort.
He stumbled his words slightly, obviously taken by her beauty.
"My name is Michael Faunton, Gordon asked me to collect a package, is he in?"
He was much nicer than she had expected, by the information in his file he was fifty-two, but he looked much younger, well-presented, suit and tie - obviously expensive. His rugged face and proud nose combined to give him an attractive and appealing appearance. Thick silver hair and clean...she was thrown slightly by his good looks.
"Oh yes, Gordon said you might call, do come in - but I'm afraid he's away for the weekend."
Maria ushered him into the lounge and indicated for him to sit in the seat she had selected for him.
"Drink?" she asked casually as she walked to the drinks cabinet. Maria turned side on to him, one leg poised casually to emphasise her legs and thighs and to pull her skirt more tightly across her backside.
"Port would be fine - not too much though, I'm driving."
Maria poured his drink, conscious of his eyes on her legs and backside as she stood by the drinks cabinet for his benefit. She turned and walked confidently across the room, handed him his drink and sat opposite him. His eyes never left her, they roamed freely over her sleek frame searching and leering hungrily.
"You speak very good English," he said warmly and confidently.
"For a foreigner you mean," Maria responded sharply. "Don't patronise me Mister Faunton, I grew up here, went to school and college here and gained my degree here. I also qualified as an accountant - so you see I'm not the stupid, little peasant-girl that you would have me be," she said coldly.
He flushed, obviously stunned by the force of her reaction.
"Forgive me please - I meant no offence."
Control gained, Maria smiled warmly.
"Shall we start again? My name is Maria and in case you were wondering I am not Gordon's girl friend, partner or anything else - except house guest for the next few months, "she said kindly.
She had shown him that she could bite and now she needed to both gain his co-operation and his interest.
"Well you certainly don't mince your words Maria. I like a woman that knows her own mind and isn't afraid to express it, call me Michael."
"I like to be in control always, "she said smiling warmly and saw in him that his interest was roused at what she had just said. Her double meaning instantly understood as his attempt to conceal his delight betrayed.
"Really, I warm to a woman that takes command...an obedient servant you might call me," he said, trying to draw her more on the subject.
"Then we have something in common Michael, "Maria said flashing him the warmest of smiles. She leaned forwards to put her glass on the coffee table, her legs parted sufficiently to attract his attentions to the hem of her skirt, he didn't try to disguise the fact that he was looking directly up between her long legs.
"Your package I think," she said pointing to the envelope. He noticed the small pile of photos on the table immediately.
"Are these of you?”He asked reaching for the pictures.
Maria sat back casually, crossing her slim legs and smoothing her skirt for effect.
"Yes -Gordon took them for me - for possible modelling work," she said casually.
He was much better than she had expected, she was becoming aroused as she looked him over, and Maria imagined his naked body beneath the suit. This was one man that she really would enjoy seducing.
"These are very good," he said, slowly looking at each one in turn, "Oh my, Topless!"
His full attention was now on the photos as he flicked excitedly through them, Maria thrilled at his expression as he progressed through the pile. When he had finished he placed them carefully on the table and the large brown envelope over his lap to conceal his growing erection. He was excited by what he had seen, that was very obvious to her.
"So you think I might find some work in this line?" She asked with a slightly anxious expression, as though seeking reassurance.
"Without a doubt, err...You wouldn't consider private sessions - for me I mean?" he asked hesitantly and added quickly. "Bit of a hobby of mine, photography."
Maria pondered a look of disinterest on her face.
"I would need to be paid."
"Naturally," he answered excitedly.
"And how much do you think a session like this would be worth Michael?" She feigned only mild interest.
He hesitated for a few seconds.
"I'd pay...about, two hundred pounds," he said and paused hopefully.
Maria snorted in derision at the amount suggested, "I couldn't last a day on that money," she said in mock disgust.
He smiled broadly at her forthright response, "Five hundred," he said edging forwards in his seat.
"That might tempt me," she said looking thoughtful. "But, no, it would have to be a thousand - I have expensive tastes."
The bastard could easily afford that much, she thought.
He looked surprised and then nodded.
"Very well, expensive but from what I have seen in the photos it would be worth it."
"Where and when - if I were to agree that is?" Maria asked as she stood and removed her jacket.
Her breasts pushed hard against the material of her crisp-white blouse as she arched her back for effect then she sat again.
His eyes followed her every move, lingering on her full breasts and then on her legs. Mentally undressing her to match his visions to those in the photos, imagining the firm rounded breasts and shapely hips, the narrow waist and that ever so hairy pussy.
Maria felt that she could almost read his thoughts.
"Here?" he enquired tentatively.
"Out of the question," she said firmly.
"I have a flat in Finchley..."
"No. Somewhere more...more..."
"My home, I live in Hertfordshire...a big house, secluded and private."
Maria gave a knowing nod. That was exactly where she wanted to go.
"That sounds good - when?"
"Sunday, my wife is away every Sunday - all day, she takes my daughters to horse-riding events all over the country, never back before seven at the earliest."
She looked pensive and still only mildly interested to add to his rising excitement and uncertainty.
"Okay, seems like we have a deal - cash before delivery and Gordon is to know nothing of this - okay?" Maria said and re-crossed her legs slowly, rubbing them together slightly so that the sheer nylon scrapped sexily to further tantalise him.
His eyes dropped to the slim nylon covered thighs instantly.
Maria felt a surge in her vulva, enjoying the way he looked at her. Her nipples hardened and a teasing thrill shot through her entire body.
"Tomorrow then?" he said standing, holding the large envelope to cover his crotch.
"Not possible - next week maybe," she said flatly, standing up opposite him and smiling.
"A week's time?" he said the disappointment all too apparent in his voice.
"A week," she re-stated firmly as she led him to the door.
Maria handed him a slip of paper with the telephone number of Gordon's flat.
"Ring me Monday - not before. And Gordon mustn't know about this at all," she said coldly.
"Very well," he said with some reluctance and stepped into the hallway.
"Oh Michael," she said to gain his total attention and passed him one of the photos of her in just her white panties.
"For you, just as a little memento - look forward to hearing from you," she said sexily and closed the door slowly.
She leaned back against the wall and sighed loudly, it had gone well, he was hooked - and at his house as a bonus. Contact had been made with the second member of the Cartel, all was progressing to plan and the really good part was still to come. She slipped off her shoes and skipped joyfully along the hallway to the bedroom, things were going well - and now, she had a few preparations to make.
***
In the bedroom of the flat in Finchley, Michael Faunton re-sealed the envelope, and placed it in the drawer in the wardrobe. The papers it contained confirmed from Gordon that yet another lucrative deal had been struck by the cartel and the payment would be both large and arriving soon.
He thought again of Maria, the gorgeous Maria, he couldn't believe his luck, she was the icing on the cake. His life had been getting better and better lately, Sindy was nice of course and nearly always available; but Maria - she was in a different league all together. He busied himself at his desk with mundane parliamentary business but found great difficulty in concentrating, his mind distracted constantly by the lovely Maria.
The way the lovely bitch had posed for him, showing her body from all angles. The way she had sat so as to allow sight between her legs, deliberately flaunting herself and delighting in doing so. She really was a bitch but a stunningly beautiful one at that. Visions flashed through his mind, recalling the teasing poses of her in the photographs, his cock attained full erection at the thought of her. The slim shapely legs and thighs, the firm rounded breasts and cute backside, he wetted his lips and breathed deeply. Her dark triangle of pubic hair that stood out so prominently in the photos he particularly liked, and a little shiver of delight rippled through him.
Michael made a note in the desk diary to phone 'M' on Monday, not that he was likely to forget. He looked again at the picture she had given him and propped it up on the desk in front of him; he sighed wistfully and then reluctantly resumed his writings.
***
Maria visited Wardor Street, Kensington High Street and many more places in her search for the items she required. All of them she had found, even if some had proven a little more difficult than others to locate, England had certainly changed in her time away. It was at last opening up to the needs of the people, more and refreshingly liberal now in its ways.
She unpacked the shopping bags that lay on the bed: unwrapping each of the items one by one. With a reverent care she inspected each item and laid it carefully on the quilt beside her; she could imagine each and every one of them being put to good use in the near future.
The ringing of the phone distracted her interest; she pulled the robe across her naked body and reached across the bed to answer it.
"Maria - it's Michael, I've been trying to reach you all morning," his voice sounded relieved at having at last contacted her. "Gordon isn't there is he?"
"No, he left Friday morning for Africa - gone for six weeks," she said, thinking that Michael would know that already, the papers that she had read had certainly told him so.
"About Sunday...still okay for it?" he asked hesitantly.
"I think so - should be okay," she teased.
"What! Unsure - you aren't going to back out on me now are you?" his voice sounded desperate. Maria smiled.
"Just kidding Michael, lighten up will you - everything is fine, I'm looking forward to it. Will you pick me up?"