Sex In Stilettos

"Last chance to change your mind," said Mandy, zipping up her skirt.

"No chance," I replied. "I worship Tamella. Nothing could give me greater
pleasure than to prove my devotion. You're not going to tell me I'm not good enough, are you?"

"Just making sure," she answered. "I've already drawn up a contract, on Tamella's behalf. The terms are non-negotiable. Once you sign, there's no turning back."

I studied the document she handed to me, my eyes making straight for the terms and conditions.

"Tamella is one of my most valued clients," Mandy explained. "Should you fail to live up to expectations, or displease her in any way, she will instruct me to punish you in the manner of her choosing. I must stress that she is an extremely demanding mistress and I am an expert in administering pain. Unless you are a hardcore masochist, you would be well advised to tread carefully. Any questions?"

"Got a pen?"


I returned home, late that evening, braced for a confrontation with Louise. I had no intention of telling her where I would be tomorrow night and had still not managed to conceive a credible excuse.

My lover was home, but not alone. Seated on the couch, sipping a glass of red wine, was a slender and strikingly attractive girl, with closely cropped blonde hair. Though she was wearing makeup and high heels, the bulge in the crotch of her cream silk body stocking left no doubt as to her true gender. It was bad enough that Louise should taunt me with details of her infidelities, but bringing a lover home to my apartment was the last straw.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Chris," the blonde replied, not in the least bit nonplussed by my arrival. "I'm a friend of Louise.

"Where is she?"

"In the shower."

Before I could utter another word, the girl in question strolled into the room, a towel slung casually over her shoulder. She was completely naked, her cock swinging at half-mast.