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Patience can be a sin.
“Pack a bag, for yourself and Jamie. It’ll take two hours in my car to reach the facility. Go on, I’ll call ahead!” Paul fished out his phone, punched the memory button and thumbed the send button. The call was answered within three rings,
“Coast Road Facility, how can I help you?” The clean accent of Lauren, the receptionist at his Suffolk Medical and Rehabilitation Centre,
“Lauren? It’s Paul Marlow, I have a patient for you. It’s on my ticket. I’m bringing her and her mother down now. Please can the team stand by? Yes, she’ll need a three-month stay at least,”
“I have everything ready for your arrival, Mr Marlow,” she announced,
“Excellent,” He ended the call, just as Gina thudded heavy-footed down her stars, indicating the anxiety and exhaustion she had been under, with a small carry-on suitcase. Paul didn’t comment; her lack of clothing for a three-month stay suited him fine, “they’re expecting us in two hours. Is she fit to travel?”
Gina looked shamefaced and glanced into the living room, and to the crimpled drug-addled heap of clothing that contained her wayward daughter,
“As fit as she will ever be! Listen, I can’t pay for…” She tried to explain but Paul waved her comments aside,
“It’s on me. The whole stay including accommodation for you. It’ll be a long haul but, I have your back!” Paul smiled, attempting to reassure the woman. Of course, unbeknownst to her, Paul had spent nearly a year manoeuvring into position to act as Gina’s saviour. It had been a painstaking endeavour, which had taxed even his glacial patience, introducing her wayward daughter to recreational drugs at college. Of course, he had ensured that girls’ supply was carefully monitored and from a single pusher, so overdosing would be extremely remote. Of course, the poor girl had been found out, another planned discovery so that her divorced mother would quickly be at her wit’s end. Paul considered the heartlessness of his plan but consoled himself with the knowledge that the daughter would not suffer too much and Gina was worth all this effort.
Then Paul had the golden opportunity to sweep in to provide a state-of-the-art rehabilitation facility gratis. With his £350,000 Bentley Mullineer saloon pulled smoothly away from the kerb side on its way to his facility, Gina glanced in the rear of the car at her daughter asleep on the leather upholstery,
“She’ll be alright?” Her voice sounded small and weak,
“I’m 100% certain. The people at the rehab facility are the best in the country, and she’ll be fine…eventually,”
“Oh Paul, I don’t know what I would have done without you,” She wiped tears from her eyes, as she looked over. It had been four years since they had seen each other, as they had been teachers in the local primary. He then left and she hadn’t heard a thing until he returned to the school endowing his former place of work with a hefty donation, after making a fortune in the markets. Now he was a wealthy man, older than she was by ten years but well-groomed, toned and handsome in the way older men could be. His silver hair and trimmed beard gave him a roguish aspect. His wealth was the greatest surprise, which now he employed to help her wild child of a daughter, without any words of replacement or compensation.
As Paul drove speedily but carefully, he thought about how his desire for Gina had brought him to this point. Gina, a full-time teacher and divorcee of nearly four years had decided not to enter into another relationship. All the details of her life had been supplied by Paul’s unscrupulous private investigator who had reported to him with every minute detail, including pictures of the more intimate kind from a minute surveillance fındıkzade escort equipment installed without Gina’s knowledge. Paul had enjoyed watching the voyeuristic footage of her in her shower, and bedroom which only confirmed her stunning beauty. Paul had some segments edited, he would watch Gina use sex toys on her tight little pussy and most surprisingly her puckered little starfish. Christ! He was looking forward to using all her holes, but he must be patient and allow Gina to come to his bed and surrender to him, that was the first order of business; her total surrender.
It was dark by the time they arrived at the facility, the electric gate slowly crawled open and Paul gunned the Bentley to the front entrance. As he had instructed a team of professionals in white coats stood by a gurney to whisk the unfortunate girl in the rear off to a vacant examination room.
“Go with her, I’ll deal with the necessary paperwork. She needs you,” Paul intoned and Gina followed the gurney. At the reception office, Lauren’s crisp accent outlined the programme,
“I want the best care, but her mother will stay with me in my beach house. I want you to have Dr Collins and Madeley suggest a three to six-month residency if the girl’s condition merits it. I’ll cover all the costs,” Paul handed over his black credit card and Lauren waved it aside,
“Sir, you do own the facility, I’m sure…” Lauren looked up,
“I want Ms Azim to see the bill and then watch me tear it up,” Paul smiled,
“Of course,” Lauren replied.
After an hour’s wait, Gina emerged with the medical staff. She saw Paul and walked over to him,
“She’ll be okay,” Gina’s breath heaved as the doctors went over to Lauren’s office and after a discussion retired,
“Ms Azim, your daughter needs an intensive drug rehabilitation programme. We suggest a three or six-month residency here,” The doctors looked at her shocked face,
“I…” She began, haltingly making a mental note of the official outlay in such surroundings,
“No need, “Paul held up the printed receipt, showed it to the doctors and then dramatically tore the paper in half, “Any treatment, any expensive is already paid for. Now, gentlemen Ms Azim is rather tired and if we’re returning tomorrow, she’ll need some rest,” Paul turned to Gina, ” Come on, there’s nothing to do now but get some sleep and return in the morning.”
Gina gave in without further argument and allowed herself to be ushered to the warm plush saloon car and riven to his beach house, ‘Rosaries’. The house was large and very luxurious. Paul picked up her case from the boot of the Bentley, and a slender attractive woman, a sultry Black Emmanuel in an azure one-piece figure-hugging dress, the front door and showed Gina in. Paul followed,
“Ah, good evening, Annette or is it morning now?” He smiled at the ever-resourceful and reliable PA, who also had rooms in this estate, ” This is Gina Azim, she will be staying with us for a while,” He turned to Gina, “Gina, Annette will show you to your rooms, she will have some cold fixings for you, eat, shower and sleep and I’ll see you in the morning,” He waited for Gina to take in her surroundings and then merely accepted the reality. She turned and thanked Paul again and walked with Annette to her room.
Paul made his way to his own bedroom, but despite the long drive and the early hours, he wasn’t tired enough to sleep. He discarded his clothes and pulled on a towelling robe propped himself on his large bed and waited for Annette. Having Gina so close and yet still too far away from being his grasp teased at him. It wasn’t until half an hour later that Annette knocked quietly and entered aksaray escort his room,
“She’s asleep. She’s quite lovely, even stunning. I assume she’ll be here for a while?” She asked simply, as she approached Paul, he simply smiled,
“As long as is necessary. As soon as Jamie is in recovery, Gina will begin to relax. As her ‘good’ friend, she’ll be able to lean on me and then…” Paul looked intently at Annette, “Then we’ll see…”
“You’ve been pursuing her for a while now, do you really think she will simply fall into bed with you, after four years?” Annette sat on the edge of the ned,
“Once the danger to Jamie has passed and she’s in full recovery, Gina will do what she always does; she” overthink everything and then conclude that she can never repay me for rescuing her daughter and then decide the only thing she repay me with is herself!” He sat up and shrugged,” Now are you going to undress yourself? Or would you like me to do it?” Annette stood up and took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it over the head in one full motion, The blue-green materials slipped effortlessly over her short black pixie cut hair, toned body, revealing her naked form, from her panty-free pussy and her bra-less high breasts with small neat brown erect nipples. She let the dress fall to the floor. She then showed him his surprise gift, She wiggled her ass, and the glint of silver and blue sparkling jewel of her butt plug caught his attention,
“You aren’t too tired to enjoy my ass, are you “She smiled wickedly and then crawled over the bed, her small tits hung provocatively. Paul pulled off his robe, his toned, muscular form sculpted by personal trainers and a high protein diet was hairless and took his thick, swollen prick in his hand and stroked it,
“You dirty little slut. I feel spoiled! Now show me how dirty you are fill your mouth with this…” Paul instructed and immediately Annette obeyed him without hesitation. She licked his purple-tinged glans and licked up and down his shaft. As she did, she could feel his sexual tension, as she put her mouth around his prick and let it slip into her mouth, she heard him moan. Once lubricated with her saliva, she began to throat his member, accommodating herself to his straining thickness and length.
Then felt the familiar sensation of his hands on her head, holding her as his hips began to buck and thrust himself into her throat,
“Argh!” Her throat rebelled at his invasion, she gagged lewdly, and he withdrew to allow her to breathe. As soon as she took a breath, she forced herself down onto his prick, with a free hand snaking down to her pussy, detecting a pleasing pool of wetness that had already begun to flow. She always got excited quickly with Paul, they had been lovers for over a year, and her beautiful dark skin had been such an asset in her early modelling career, but the heady lifestyle had gotten to her and the drink and drugs had taken a hold. If Paul and his rehabilitation people hadn’t stepped in, she would have died but after successive treatments, she had recovered. She gave up that existence and directed herself to administer his healthcare businesses and only then found his bed. He hadn’t used her vulnerability against her, forced himself on her and have an affair. He was too good of a man to do that. They didn’t fuck until she approached him after a few months. Now, with the woman that he had obsessed over, sleeping fitfully down the gallery, she felt his arousal. Paul pulled himself from her mouth, her saliva depositing long strings, lay flat and pulled her onto him. She straddled him, taking hold of his shaft and rubbing his bulbous head against her clitoris, and once her eyüp escort arousal had caught up, she impaled herself onto his stiffness, Paul watched her small tits bounce up and down as she rode him, his hand caressed the handfuls of flesh, occasionally pulling her down to his mouth, kissing her as he pulled on her nipples like a bell ringer. Annette turned herself to continue impaling herself facing away to allow Paul to enjoy the sight of her tight slim ass and let him access her puckered rosebud. Paul thumbed her asshole, with a heavy glob of saliva and worked it open to allow him to push into the first knuckle. As usual, this sensation drove Annette to new heights of violent excitement,
“Oh, Paul! Take out my butt plug and finger my ass!” She cooed, enjoying his attentions as much as he enjoyed using her anus, “Will you finger her ass too?” She cooed, knowing how much he enjoyed her dirty talk in bed,
“Yes, and you will too!” He answered, intimating that eventually, they would enjoy a threesome,
“She’s okay with girls too?” Annette panted, her orgasm being fuelled by the idea that Paul would share the unsuspecting blonde, sleeping only a few doors away,
“Oh yes, she’s had women too,” Paul felt his prick thickening inside Annette’s tight pussy,
“You want me to fuck her, don’t you? You want to watch me eat that pink cunt of hers, don’t you?” Annette’s breath was ragged, her body assailed with her first orgasm,
“I want you to eat her pussy and then watch me fuck it hard! I want you to eat her ass and then put my prick into it, and I’ll do the same to you, my dirty little slut!” Paul rolled her off him, pulled her to the edge of the bed, held her on her hands and knees, with one hand and then pushed his prick hard into her pussy,
“Oh Fuck! Oh, Fuck I’m cumming!” Annette squealed as a great wave of her own wetness squirted a fountain of warm fluid into the bed sheets. He treated her to a dozen hard thrusts and then picked up the butt plug and slowly he pushed the silver plug into her fluttering asshole. As her sphincter dilated, it popped in and then Paul pulled it out again. He repeated the treatment on her sensitive orifice and combined with his thrust brought Annette to a shuddering, shaking climax,
“Oh, Fuuucccck!” She squealed and thrashed wildly and slipped off his cock, but Paul grabbed her and lined up her asshole and pushed his lubed glans into her asshole and then paused,
“Beg for it! “Paul snapped, his ardour causing his straining rick to shiver in anticipation,
“Oh, Paul please fuck my ass! Fuck me slowly, please!” Annette panted, pushing out her ass to help him slip into her ass. Once she was steady, he inched his prick into her ass, being careful to let her accommodate his size. He was experienced enough to take his time and ignore how porn stars are ass fucked without lube or a gradual pace! As he filled her ass, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her onto his prick. With the most comfortable position with one leg raised, looking down at his member pushing in and out of her tight hole was incredibly exciting and Annette cooing and moaning was music to his ears,
“Paul, please give me a pearl necklace, I want to taste your salty cum!” Annette begged and Paul felt his climax upon him and pulled his prick out, she rolled over, hurrying to put herself close to him as Paul pointed his prick at her and fountained a stream, of semen onto her small titties, neck and mouth. He pumped his prick and emptied his balls and watched Annette moan as he splashed his seed on her, “Oh, Paul will you cum on her too? “She asked, using her finger to scoop up his semen and lick her fingers clean,
“Yes. I’ll cum on her face ad in her mouth. After we’ve fucked her, she’ll be ready to suck the cum out of my prick after I’ve used both of your asses!”
After two months, Jamie’s recovery had begun in earnest, and the bills were getting larger and larger as Paul kept tearing the bills up and Gina’s mind turned to the conundrum of how she would even begin to repay him.
End of Chapter One.
