Being a high class Stepford Wife means you are lucky enough to
have clients who are powerful, successful and sometimes famous. Our little
black books are sometimes filled with as much excitement as our panties.
So what happens when a client is someone who isn’t just
famous but someone you have desired in the public eye for quite some time?
Recently I was faced with this and my legs are still quivering with pleasure
from the encounter.
This older public figure in the media has always had my
attention. Something about his wit and charm meant the age barrier didn’t stop
me being aroused by the sound of his voice and sometimes sarcastic attitude.
So when I opened the door for my booking and found him standing
there, my French knickers became drenched in anticipation. In my short coral
dress and heels I realised this could go two ways – I was either going to be
utterly disappointed as the fantasy can sometimes be more exciting then the
reality OR this was about to be all my little wet dreams come true. I’m
thrilled to say I was more then satisfied – multiple times!
After a little greet we sat opposite each other while he
offered me French champagne. Sipping the sweetest, tastiest bubbles I watched
as he looked my body up and down before his eyes directed back to mine. We both
smiled and I started to melt as he mentally undressed me again, this time when
he reached my hipline I uncrossed my legs and gave him a glimpse of what was
about to be his before crossing my legs back over again.
I leaned over as he held my face and we kissed – slow and
passionate his kissing gave me a small glimpse of what was to come.
Dressed in a suit he looked smart and he looked powerful, his
eyes never lost focus of my body and as his hands opened my legs and he ran his
fingers up my inner thighs I almost came before he even touched my little wet
panties. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed, dress hitched up, legs
opened, he then used his silk tie to slowly tickle and tease my inner thighs, over
my hipline and down to my now enlarged clitoris. By this point I was moaning in
ecstasy, back arched whilst giving him a nice view of what was now his. He slid
his fingers into my wet pussy and as he pulled them out I motioned for him to let
me taste my own juices and as his fingers went into my mouth we pashed each
Pulling my knickers off now, his tongue made its way around
my clit and I moaned with pleasure not caring whether the world could hear. He
knew exactly what to do and within no time I was orgasming- multiple times. He
was a pleaser. And I was his toy.
For hours he stayed in his suit, with his head between my
legs, reaching his fingers up to run over my breasts and down my stomach. He
had out done any fantasy. He didn’t even fuck me, he was there to please me and
I wasn’t complaining. As my inner thighs quivered and my clit pulsated after each
orgasm I occasionally looked down at him as I watched my juices flow and his
eyes look into mine.
Some people believe it’s not possible for women to have
multiple orgasms. Let me say, I can confirm it most definitely is. The
combination of the man knowing what he is doing, the woman being aroused and
totally relaxed and bingo – your body can do anything you want it to.
My fantasy man didn’t stay, he didn’t once take off his
suit, he wasn’t there to be pleased instead he said he wanted to please me. He
rolled me on my side and held me for a few minutes and I felt myself falling
asleep as he kissed my head. And with that he was gone. I awoke in the morning
wandering was it all a dream. Had I dreamt the whole thing? Feeling the inside
of my legs and the gentle quiver still beating from the multiple orgasms from
hours before I knew I hadn’t.
Some people get paid to work 9-5pm. I got paid to have my favourite
celebrity in a suit make me orgasm for hours then put me to sleep!
A Stepford Wife is aware that it’s her job to please but also realises that a lot of men get
equally if not more aroused by pleasing a woman. I would like to take credit for the
multiple orgasms but let’s be honest, it takes two to tango.