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By: TDwriter (thewynner@hotmail.com)After that initial get together in the office, Suzy became an integral part of my life as both a valued employee and wonderful lover. We enjoyed each other as often as we could, always taking care to spend our time together effectively. Unless absolutely necessary neither she or I were proponents of the ‘quick fuck’, preferring to linger over the joys of sex. But all is never perfect in Paradise as I was soon to find out.
One Monday morning around 10 am, a lady strolled into the Gallery. Tall, slim, mid forties I reckoned, impeccably dressed and with a folder in hand. Good Morning I said, how can I be of service Madam? I am hoping she said that you can assist me in acquiring a painting that I think belongs in my family. Perhaps we can go to your office, Mr..? Call me Jack I said. The office is this way. As we passed Suzy, I asked her to look after things for the next while. Certainly Mr Chancey she replied and gave our customer a once over. The lady preceded me into the office and stood behind the chair in front of my desk.
Please have a seat, er Mrs?….Minerva Wellesley she said, offering her hand. I took it and held it momentarily and then released it. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Mrs Wellesly, now how may I help. I pulled her chair out and she seated herself. Then I sat in my office chair and waited for her to explain. She shifted and crossed her long legs beneath a calf length suede skirt. Her matching jacket was unbuttoned and afforded a view of her cream blouse, which in turn afforded a view of a not inconsiderable chest. Are you familiar with the works of the British artist Landseer she asked. Ah Landseer I said, Monarch of the Glen, landscapes, animals and not a few portraits. Yes she said that is the man.
I asked which picture she was interested in, at which she offered the folder for my view. I opened the folder and gaped in astonishment at the printout of the picture within. I see you notice the resemblance Mr Chancey. Actually Mrs Wellesley, this could be a portrait of you, in a different time. The resemblance is uncanny. The portrait was one of a ‘Lady Dyke’. A woman seated in profile. The most prominent feature was her nose, which although not large was curved in a most gentle manner, but downward. Mrs Wellesleys nose was identical. Her skin was like bone china and the curve of her mouth certainly indicated a family connection.
The chances of this being a fluke, I thought were slim, although one could not be too careful. I believe Madam that this painting is in a private collection in New York Yes she responded, but on loan at present to the Cleveland Gallery, where I saw it last month. I enquired as to the owner and was simply told it was a private matter. I must say though that the curator in Cleveland was more than taken by the resemblance, in similar fashion to yourself. Jack, I want that painting, I have quietly gone about authenticating the family connection and can prove that that lady and I are related however distantly. Are you engaging me Mrs Wellesly to acquire it for you? Yes she said.
Whatever it takes and at whatever cost. I of course expect that your services do not come cheaply and that I can expect a considerable fee at conclusion. I stood, walked around my desk, faced her and held out my hand. I am your man, Mrs Wellesley, I am sure you will find that my charges will be fitting for the situation Jack I expect it will be most fitting, although fitting means different things in different circumstances. She gave me a winsome smile and took my hand as she rose to face me. She stood rather too close in my opinion for the occasion. She dropped my hand and placed a hand on my lapel. When will you get started Jack. I will do preliminary work this week and report to you by phone if you like. Yes Jack I would like that, thank you and she leaned in and brushed my cheek with hers.
Friday then? Friday I said and gave her a dazzling smile.
A dazzling smile was more than I got from Suzy as Minerva Wellesley walked out. That was interesting she said icily. How so Suzy? I asked. Oh come on Jack, the sexual innuendo! A fitting ha! A hand on the lapel and the gentle brushed cheeks. Ha! She’s after you. Suzy, really. I am taken you know, in case you hadn’t noticed I smiled as I spoke. You’d better be Suzy ordered and keep it that way. I pulled her close, my hand resting atop her buttocks, gently caressing them. I shall my love. I bent to kiss her and she lifted her face to mine. We kissed, softly at first and then with increasing urgency. Damn it Jack you know that when you rub my ass like that I go crazy. Yes I said rubbing her ass, slowly fondling her cheeks and holding her against me. By now she could feel my passion rising. She broke away, ran to the door, locked it and pulled down the blind. She turned then to face me and began walking slowly toward me. Unzip it she said. I complied and unzipped my trousers. Get it out. I did. Mmmmmm Suzy groaned, reached out a hand and grabbed my cock.
She slithered to her knees and held my cock to her lips. Her tongue crept from between her lips and wrapped itself around the fleshy head. Then she engulfed my meat and began sucking up and down the length of it. I was now fully erect and had my hands in Suzys hair, stroking it as she salivated all over my cock. I held her head and began slowly fucking her mouth. She had no trouble with me getting to her throat. She enjoyed the tickle back there and went to some trouble to accomodate me. I thrust my hips back and forth into this gorgeous young womans mouth until she took charge again. She held my balls as she gently chewed on the end of my penis, something I really enjoy.
She rubbed her coiled fingers up and down my saliva slick organ until she recognized the beginning of my quiverings. Mmmmmmmm she intoned and squeezed my scrotum. Precum dripped into her mouth and my sensitivity was growing. I felt my semen boiling in my body as I neared climax. Oh yes Suzy, as always, wonderful, so fucking wonderful……………..! My hands dug into her hair as my cum exploded into her waiting mouth. Yeah, yeah, oh yes Suzy I yelled as ejaculated. She gulped and swallowed. Then she wiped her chin and exclaimed. So much for our no quick fucks or whatever. Yeah I answered. OK then she said Take care of me now Jack.
I pulled her to her feet, kissed her and picked her up. I carried her over to a large reproduction dining table and sat her on it. She lay back and I pushed her skirt up. I reached forward and pulled her panties from her, tossing them aside. I pulled her forward til her hips were at the edge of the table, then bent to smell her scent. Damn she smelled good as always. She spread her legs and lifted them. My head sunk between her thighs as my tongue sought her pussy. Once found it was assaulted.
As she writhed beneath me, her heels on my back, I tasted her moisture and sucked on her pussy lips. I drove my tongue into her as far as I could and searched with a finger for her G spot. I found it quickly, rubbed and pressed on it til she began quivering. yesssssssssssssssssss was all she said as I continued to worry her spot and lick her labia, then she quivered and shuddered through a small orgasm. Keep going Jack. I did. I pressed her G spot some more and began drawing her clit out. I bit and sucked on it knowing it would be only seconds before she came. I felt a hand on my head, a sure sign, and then a groan from deep inside announced her pleasure. She orgasmed with a scream and a welter of wet!
Her hips Leapt violently off the table, allowing my hands to slide under her and hold her tight to my mouth until her spasms subsided. Jesus Jack, that was awesome, I like it on this table. Save a place for me for Thursday OK? Why Thursday? I asked, then I remembered, Ah yes your little field trip to the estate sale, for two days That’s right she said, I’ll be wanting more of this Jack, lots more and dinner and dancing afterward and then home to your place for the balance of the night. Only then will you be safe to see Minerva Wellesley on Friday! She laughed. I picked her up and carried her to my big leather chair, setting her down gently. She drew her knees up, spread them and showed me her pussy again.
I dropped to the floor, lowered my head and attacked her sex again; trying not to think about Friday.
