The story picks up where Part II left off… Mattie has been hired once more as an escort by Simon. This was after they had spent an amazing night together a few weeks previously. Tonight was the launch of a new business venture for him. She was very impressed by him and looking forward to seeing him again, as was he her. We join them as they are about to enter his hotel suite and they both suddenly realise that they are a little nervous… (Whilst you don’t have to read parts I and II, it will certainly enhance your reading experience!) *** The elevator reached the fifth floor, pinged and the doors slid silently open. Mattie and Simon looked at each other. She smiled, absent-mindedly clenching and unclenching her hand and although Simon didn’t let on, he did notice the movement and reckoned that she was probably as excited as he was at this moment. “After you,” gestured Simon, taking the lead and gently nudging Mattie out of the elevator, one hand lingering on her waist. She was close enough for him to catch the slightest hint of her cologne and he inhaled it, also smiling, like the cat who had got the cream. “Mmm…” he grinned to himself, at the thought of tasting her again. Mattie smiled, stepped in front of him and began to ascend the stairs whilst Simon followed a step or two behind. His cock was already stirring in his trousers, his mouth was beginning to water and his eyes were fixed on her luscious arse, which was wiggling fluidly under her slinky, black, Karen Millen dress. It looked as though the garment could have been painted onto her body. So much so in fact that he was certain she would have given Marilyn Monroe a run for her money. He smiled, remembering the famous line from the movie, ‘Some Like It Hot’… “Will you look at that! Look how she moves! It’s like Jell-O on springs. Must have some sort of built-in motor or something.” He could not help himself, he reached out and placed a hand on one of her jiggling buttocks, feeling the muscles clench and relax as she reached the last step. He could have sworn that he heard her inhale, but she did not hesitate for even a second in her ascent towards his suite. By the time she had reached the last step, her cashmere wrap had slipped from her shoulders and he could see the designs tattooed onto her skin, the ones he had remembered so vividly, the many times he’d replayed in his mind that first night he’d spent with her, when he had so enjoyed taking her from behind. Her breathing was quick now, although she was not out of breath. She stood to the side of the door to the suite, watching with smouldering eyes, as Simon put down her bag to get the card for the door. Her red painted lips curved into an almost coy smile. He leaned forward and put his index finger under her chin, lifting it so that he could place a soft kiss on her ever-so-slightly open mouth. She closed her deep green eyes, the long sooty lashes fluttering against her cheek and kissed him back. His hands slipped around her waist as hers wound around his neck. “God, she’s so fucking beautiful,” he thought to himself as his mouth opened against hers. He felt the tip of her tongue against his own and he pulled her closer, until their bodies were pressed tightly together in a passionate embrace. His heart raced as her breathing quickened and he had her pressed against the wall, his hands were on her buttocks, pulling her against him. He could feel his cock springing to attention and beginning to strain through his suit trousers, she could feel it through her dress too and she sighed, pushing back against him. He tilted his head and whispered softly in her ear, “We need to get inside, Mattie. I need to get inside.” He nibbled at her little diamond-stud earring, before moving down and gently kissing her neck and he felt her pelvis push back against him in response, sending shockwaves through his body and making his cock pulse şişli escort expectantly. His mouth was on hers again, little sucking noises as their lips parted and their tongues danced. Fuck, he didn’t remember ever feeling quite this excited as he fumbled in his pocket to find the card to open the door. Without breaking their kiss, he pulled her towards him, swiped the card and pushed open the door to the suite. The two of them stumbled through the open door, struggling to keep their balance. Her hands immediately slipped from around his neck, moving down down his chest and unbuttoning his shirt, their mouths busy, tongues darting, breathing noisily. “Oh god, I’ve wanted you so much. So fucking much,” he mumbled into her mouth. “Me too, Simon. It’s so good to feel you, smell you, touch you again,” she whispered back into his mouth, sweeping his teeth with her tongue. Simon pushed the door closed with his foot, causing Mattie to lose her balance a little and she found herself sitting on the edge of the dresser beside the door. Her cashmere shrug was by now pooled at her ankles, as he stroked his hand around her back, trying to find the zipper on her dress. She smiled and pulled his hand to her side so that his fingers were on the fastener, desperate for him to release her body from the satin that was confining her silky flesh. His shirt now undone, she slid her hands along his bare chest, pulling it from his shoulders, before moving to unfasten his belt, while he pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down. Mattie wriggled out of the black satin and he gasped as she revealed her breasts, leaving her naked but for the sleek black panties, hold-ups and spiky black heels. She was fucking stunning, even more than he had so lustily remembered her. He reached around and pulled the diamanté clasp from her hair and watched, awestruck, as it cascaded over her shoulders like a glorious red waterfall. He paused for a moment, simply taking her in… dazzled, almost breathless, by her beauty. She stood, eyes lowered slightly, looking coyly at him, then she bit her bottom lip and reached forward, unfastening his trousers. They fell to his feet and, as he was not wearing underwear, his cock immediately sprang up, bouncing as he stepped out of them, slipping his shoes off, naked apart from his black socks. He pulled her close again, his eager prick pressing against her belly. There was a quiet ‘thud’ and he looked down to see a silver hip flask on the floor. She giggled, blushing, “Oops!” “Oh,” he smiled. “I see you’ve been partaking of a little nectar? Mmm, well perhaps it’s time I had a little of that myself… God knows I’ve been wanting to since we…” Before she could respond, he dropped to his knees and her hands on his shoulders as he began to press his nose into her silken panties, kissing and nuzzling at her damp cleft. She smelled divine as he breathed her in… Simon placed both hands on Mattie’s buttocks and pulled her even closer. She could feel the heat of his breath as inhaled her, his nose nuzzling against her. She sighed and stroked his hair. This felt good, so fucking good. She had been looking forward to this for what seemed like an age and she tilted her pelvis up, shivering as the tip of his nose pressed against her eager clit and then gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue lick and probe against the taut, silky fabric. He began to lap and suck at her pussy through the fabric when suddenly her body tensed and she pushed him back. “Simon? My case! It’s still outside the door!” She exclaimed. “Mmmm?” he mumbled, leaning into her again, licking and sucking the tight material which was barely covering her pussy. Her scent was so tantalizing, so arousing. “Just leave it, it doesn’t matter, no one will touch it, Mattie” he mumbled against her swollen, satin-clad lips, as his fingers wiggled and probed their way escort şişli under the material, eager to find their prize. “Simon, seriously… My case… I don’t want to leave it outside…” “You want me to stop, now?? Honestly, I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to…” He mumbled against black satin as he pulled the leg-hole of her panties, his fingers creeping under, massaging her juicy lips, pushing ever closer to her wet slit. “And by the way, I don’t fucking want to…” The vibration made her pussy tingle and her whole body shivered. “I need my case,” she repeated, gripping his hair and pulling his face against her crotch, gently thrusting against him. “Aaw, fuck it! Hold on,” said Simon sounding slightly exasperated, as he got back to his feet. Mattie looked into his eyes and he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. She could faintly taste her own scent as she kissed him back and he pressed his body against hers. Her nipples were stiff now, like buttons against his chest, as his rigid tool pressed into her belly. She could feel the moisture seeping from the tip of his cock as it cooled on her skin. God, she wanted him in her mouth again and her pussy pulsed as she remembered the first time she’d tasted him, felt his thick, hard cock in her mouth. She kissed him passionately, arms around him, writhing as his fingers moved up and down her back. As their mouths opened and closed against one another, tiny vacuums were created and just as quickly disappeared as one tongue met the other. She had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him right there in that moment. With a huge effort, Simon broke the kiss, but not their eye-contact. He took her hands as he moved back and looked her up and down. “I’ll get your case, Mattie,” he sighed, although the fact that the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile and his eyes were still twinkling, let her know that he wasn’t too upset by the interruption. After all, they had the whole night ahead of them, didn’t they? She watched him, in his naked glory, his stunning cock, with its glistening tip and the way it seemed to twitch and pulse. Oh god, it was even more impressive than she remembered! Her mouth was watering and she felt like Christmas had come early for her, knowing that it would be hers to use for the rest of the night, or longer… She could get used to this. He turned and moved towards the door, erect penis bobbing in a most satisfying way as he walked. She noticed the way that his buttocks clenched and relaxed as he walked to open the door, completely nude, apart from his socks, and she stifled a giggle. He turned to look at her and raised one eyebrow as he opened the door, keeping it open with one foot as he leaned around to retrieve her bag and almost threw it into the room. “Thank you, Simon,” she grinned, relieved and she brought her hands up and cupped her breasts, almost as though she were shy. Standing those few feet away from her, he paused for a moment, just looking at her, taking her in. She was beautiful, so fucking beautiful, he was enchanted. His hand absent-mindedly went to his cock just stroking it ever-so gently as Mattie watched, almost drooling. A sigh escaped her red lips as she rolled her nipples between fingers and thumbs. “I want you,” he said. “I need to taste you, to explore you, to be inside you, Mattie.” He moved towards her, “Let’s go to bed, now.” She nodded and turned towards the bed. He was behind her immediately, pressing his cock against her arse, kissing and biting her neck while his hands found her breasts. She stopped and tilted her head back, mouth open and weak at the knees. She reached down and picked up her bag as they made their way. She felt warm, fuzzy and most of all excited by the desire and warmth she observed in his eyes as he looked at her. “So, what’s so important about the bag?” He asked as he squeezed mecidiyeköy her tightly and pulled her towards the giant bed. “Why were you so worried about it?” “Well, it’s mine,” she said sheepishly. “It has my clothes and… erm… things, you know, I just…” He noticed her hesitancy, the slight flush in her cheeks and knew that, despite his craving to taste her, to kiss her, to fuck her, dammit, just to love this wonderful, special woman, he had to find out more, despite what his cock was telling him to do! “What ‘…erm… things’, Mattie? What’s so important that you were getting into such a paddy about it?” She smiled broadly, winking, “Well, actually I was more concerned about getting a paddy into me really.” Simon laughed out loud and Mattie hoped that this would be an end to it, but he was still staring firmly at her eyes. “ Damn him, why can’t he just stare at my tits like every other man? They’re normally the perfect distraction,” she thought to herself. The silence hung between them. He looked, almost sternly, at her, not blinking once. She could feel herself shrink beneath his gaze. She had been so close, almost at the summit of feelings that she hadn’t felt in ages and now she felt as though the ground was crumbling beneath her. “I… I… Oh fuck it, Simon, you hired me, remember. You told Olivia, you know, my ‘boss’, my madam, just that I was to pack a few things that, well, that might have been what you wanted, or expected, for after the business event, for when, well for when you wanted us to do business… The case has the ‘tools of my trade’ in it, okay?” “Shit, shit, shit! That’s it, the spell’s broken, I’ve fucked up. Why did I let myself forget who I was, what I do and indeed who he is? He’s just…” God, her stomach turned as she thought that word, “He’s just a client. I’m just what I am, a woman he’s paid for. Sure, I’m a damned good escort, fucking good at my job… of fucking… Ultimately that’s it, I’m fuck all to him… I’m just a fuck…” “Oh shit,” she could feel herself welling up at the realisation; at the stoney look on his face, his business face, as if he were closing a deal, not his happy, smiley negotiating face, but the tough cookie one that lurked beneath, the one that made sure that it was he who did the screwing and was not the one getting screwed. “Mattie, Mattie!” she screamed at herself. “Smile! Give him a good time, what he’s paying for! Give him whatever it is that he wants. Get back in the real world, girl! Remember why you’re here. You’re a working girl, a tart, a slut, a whore…” Despite her best efforts, her eyes dampened, and as she broke his stare at last and looked desperately somewhere, anywhere else, a tear rolled from the corner of her eye. Simon had been transfixed by her hesitation, seeing in her, for the first time, weakness, a chink in her, until now, confident armour. He glanced down at her rather impressive front and suppressed a smile. Those breasts, those rosy nipples… He licked his lips. Fuck! Then helplessly he looked on, as her weakness dissolved into uncertainty and then what appeared to be pain. He felt her pain, understood it, shared it. Her use of the word ‘hired’ had cut him to the quick and a cold chill flashed through him. His ardent cock began to soften slightly, apologetically, almost shamefacedly. She was right, he had rented her presence and her services. He had made the call to her madam and negotiated the fee to secure her company for the night. He was always in control. Why, just this very evening, he had secured a deal which would make him so much money that he wouldn’t actually have to work again for the next five years, if he so chose. He had been the master of this liaison and she had been another puppet, a commodity. But now… Now, it just felt wrong somehow, he felt dirty, cheap, even heartless. He saw the tear roll down her cheek and his head pounded, and not the one between his legs. “Mattie?” He pleaded, “Please, Mattie, look at me.” Her head snapped up, surprised by the tone of his voice. “I wanted you here tonight because… Well, because I wanted to see you again, I wanted to be with you again.