CHAPTER ONE

Pauline Soames trembled as she sat opposite him, his leering gaze falling often to the hem of her short skirt where it rode up to show a good expanse of her slender thighs. Nerves tugged deep in her stomach; she began to wish that she hadn't after all agreed to come to this place, and most of all that she hadn't worn her short skirt, Pauline pressed her knees tightly together as his eyes roamed her legs. He had inspected every part of her several times; the tight blouse as it pulled across her thrusting breasts, her red lipstick coated lips and slender fingers with their scarlet coating of varnish. The way her auburn hair fell about her shoulders and most of all, the join of her blouse just above her cleavage. She felt every glance at each part of her body was sexually loaded, it thrilled her and yet disgusted her at the same time.

She had dressed to please for this interview, her reservations pushed aside as her friend Julie had guided. 'It's so easy and pleasant - absolutely nothing to fear,' Julie had said confidently. Pauline felt at this moment that it was anything but easy.

"Age?" He asked curtly, again looking up from his clipboard to run his hungry gaze over her body.

"Twenty-six."

He fell silent again, scribbling furiously in his notes. They had been at it for ages, colour of her hair and eyes, state of marriage, medical problems, the questions seemed never ending. It was all so embarrassing, not at all as simple as Julie had said it would be.

"Height?"

"Five-feet eight inches."

At last he laid the clipboard aside and rested back in the deep leather settee opposite Pauline, his gaze fixed between her legs. He made no secret of the fact that he was searching beneath her skirt. Confident and not too bad looking Pauline had thought when she had first seen him, the director, he had introduced himself as. About forty-eight she guessed him to be and in surprisingly good shape too!

"Your name and address will - as do all of our clients details - remain confidential, only I will know them and those details will be locked safely away with just a reference number to identify you during your visits here."

Pauline sighed heavily in relief, both with the comforting information she had just received and with his now more relaxed and amiable tone. The trembling had lessened slightly, she clasped her hands nervously together on her lap, pressing her skirt down so as to retain her modesty from his probing eyes.

"So!" He stated firmly to gain her full attention. "A sexless marriage then."

Shocked at the statement Pauline reacted angrily.

"Certainly not! My marriage is perfectly adequate and so is my sex..."

"Why are you here then?" His interruption was calculated and delivered with a cold efficiency that contained truth, it halted her instantly.

He was an artist at provoking and probing, the director sat silently awaiting her reply.

Pauline hesitated, she wanted so badly to defend herself against the statement that he had made, but he was right. If her marriage was so sound she would never even have considered coming here.

He sat forward in his seat to add emphasis to his next statement, his voice now velvety and coaxing, his expression one of concern and sympathy.

"Pauline. You are here because your life is inadequate, you seek more from life, your marriage and from sex. The very reason this clinic was set-up, to cater for women such as yourself."

The nagging ache deep in her vulva urged her onward, cushioned by natural and deeply ingrained caution holding her back. She felt a conflict within herself, a conflict that she knew her sexual needs would override eventually however hard she fought to maintain the pretence.

"Yes," she said quietly, her voice little more than a whisper.

"Better, much better. If you are to gain true sexual satisfaction here we must be able to talk freely and without embarrassment. Do you agree?"

A gripping stab of extreme pleasure jarred at Pauline's insides when he said those words 'true sexual satisfaction'. Her clitoris jerked and she felt her nipples harden as they often did during the day when she was alone. Days when thoughts of fulfilment and sexual arousal came to her as they did often. Sex simply hadn't been sex in her life so far, she felt under used, as though her full sexuality still had to emerge and to display itself.

He lowered his tone, leaning closer to her from the edge of his seat.

"You are a slut Pauline."

"What?" She reacted instantly, her eyes ablaze with anger.

"A dirty little slut that needs sexual fulfilment. In other words, a damned good fucking!"

"How dare you!" She screamed at him jumping to her feet, her fists clenched tightly as she fought the urge to strike him. She shook with rage, her lips gripped tightly together, anger boiling inside.

He raised his voice above hers, his smile growing as her violent anger spilled out, continuing to provoke her. To draw reaction and response from the young woman, to confuse and control her. Drawing from her the natural and instinctive responses that simply couldn't be disguised behind a facade of respectability, the true person showing their colours.

"Bitch! Whore! Slut!" He taunted mockingly.

Pauline was stunned, never had her husband - nor any other man come to that - ever dared to speak to her in such a way. The words he used however, had an immediate effect on her, thrilling and insulting, horny and so very exciting. Her pussy gripped in small fluttering convulsions as her state of arousal grew. She didn't answer, couldn't answer, the bastard was right. He knew, it was as if he could read her mind, she flushed red at the thought. Anger mixed with sheer rising sexual excitement confused her brain and her thinking, she stood shaking and unable to reply.

"Sit down, Pauline," his velvety tones coaxed.

She did as she was bid and sat again mutely, some of the anger that she felt subsiding as his tone changed.

"Hands by your sides, Pauline so that I can see under your skirt."

A pounding thrill shot through her, electric sensations darting to all sensitive parts of her trembling body. Alive with thrilling naughty feelings of such pounding intensity Pauline complied and sat still as he looked straight up between her legs. The situation was marvellous for her, the air sexually charged with an electrifying tension and anticipation.

"Part them for me," he said firmly, his voice now thick with increasing excitement.

She complied slowly, drawing her knees apart to expose herself to him. Never before would she have done such a thing, not for her husband and much less even, for a total stranger. To be wanted and desired was so thrilling and exciting. Her whole body throbbed with delight, powerful surges of sensation rushing through her, sexual and naughty.

So unlike her, usually reserved and timid, this was a complete change in her - a very pleasant and thrilling change, she felt.

"Feel good?"

Pauline nodded her response, she knew her voice would portray her high level of excitement if she spoke. A degree of hesitancy still telling her to hold back.

"I can see your upper thighs, Pauline," he breathed in a low tone. "Soft and so slender, the tight white triangle of your panties as they pull across your pussy."

She couldn't contain a gasp of delight at his words, a terrific jolt passed through her to grip deep within her vulva. The nervous trembling now replaced by a lessened trembling of excited anticipation. Her head felt muzzy, fogged by the pounding thrill of the situation, her clitoris throbbed its aching need.

"Is it exciting to show yourself off to me?"

Pauline tried to answer, her throat dry and hoarse, she cleared her throat and repeated the word.

"Yes," she admitted meekly, almost as an apology; her strict upbringing still holding her back but the pounding excitement urging her forward.

"Excellent! Then unbutton your blouse for me."

He sat back watching the trembling woman, delighting in her inner conflict. The way the bitch wanted to show more, yet her upbringing and stiff social code telling her it was wrong. The bitch is hooked, he thought, he would play it to the fullest, dangling and ensnaring her deeper to gain that final and total commitment that he sought.

Her delicate slender fingers began to undo each of her buttons, the bright red nail varnish standing out in deep contrast to the white of her blouse.

"Repeat these words after me," he said firmly as he watched her hands working to free the buttons of her blouse.

"Cock."

Pauline hesitated, fiddling with the third button of her blouse, aware that the deep swell of her cleavage pushed together and upward by her tight restraining bra was now open to his hungry gaze.

"Cock," she said quietly.

"Can't hear you!" his tone rose containing a hint of annoyance.

"Cock," she repeated louder.

"Pussy licking."

Pauline looked up at him in surprise, her blouse now fully open down the front, her small black bra restraining the firm swell of her ample breasts. The taught flesh of her stomach and the curve of her narrow waist now visible to him.

"Pussy licking," she said automatically, embarrassed at the meaning of her words. She stole a discreet glance at the bulge in the front of his trousers, it excited her more to see that he was aroused. Her pussy ached, her clitoris was pulsing with a rhythmic throb that gnawed at her for release. The words, words that she had in the past regarded as dirty and foul, never to be used and she never had. Now they took on a different and more sexual meaning, a thumping, heady meaning that brought more and tingling sensations bursting within her. A naughtiness such as you experience as a child when you do something wrong, something that you know others would disapprove of - it simply added to the heightening excitement.

"Fuck!" he demanded that she repeat.

She swallowed hard before answering.

"Fuck," she said quietly.

"Louder!"

Pauline took a deep breath and then almost shouted the word at him.

"Fuck!"

He smiled and nodded his acceptance of her improvement. His control over her growing by the minute, her willingness to comply with his demands increasing also. This, he though, was one sex-hungry little slut that would apply herself readily to his training.

"Stand," he commanded. "Stand and take off your blouse."

Pauline rose to her feet obediently and slipped the blouse off, she stood before him like a naughty schoolgirl before the headmaster. It felt good, so very good, he wanted her and that thought filled her with delight. She knew her cleavage looked good, she had chosen the bra with that in mind. Under-wired and three-quarter cupped, it really showed her firm breasts to best advantage.

"Now the bra," he ordered firmly. His hand gripped his erection through his trousers, allowing himself several long luxurious squeezes of his cock before removing his hand again.

Pauline noted his move, it sent further throbbing sensations rushing through her. Coarse and undignified his actions, but so exciting and arousing.

After a moment's hesitation, her hands slid up behind her back and unfastened the bra, she shrugged her shoulders forward to allow it to drop to the floor.

"Wonderful!" The director gasped. "Such firmness and those lovely nipples!"

Pauline bathed in the attention and the compliments. It excited and thrilled, being controlled took away the responsibility, she didn't feel guilt, only the pulsing excitement that was pounding through her.

His eyes roamed her naked breasts, flicking from one to the other and lingering on the firm rubbery nipples as they jutted proudly outward.

Blood pumped rapidly into her excited nipples to tingle and further excite her. Semi-naked before a stranger, the naughtiness of the situation simply added to her arousal. Such a change from her ever-so polite husband and male friends, never a word out of place or a hint at double-meanings, this was a high for her. Base and coarse, words that were previously to be avoided now being used so freely and it was her saying them. The way he used the words with her, to insult, demean and humiliate - it felt good, so very good.

His voice took on an hypnotic and mesmerising tone that simply demanded a response. "Why did you come to this house, Pauline?"

"For sexual guidance and fulfilment."

"More. Explain, and raise your skirt whilst you tell me."

Her heart beating fast so that it thumped hard within her chest Pauline's trembling hands dropped to the hem of her short skirt. His eyes shifted to rest there in excited anticipation of her next move. She felt wanton and whore-like, such a contrast in her that she hardly recognised herself, doing such things but she wanted more - much more.

"I came here to...to have sex."

She slowly began lifting her skirt, drawing it up her slender thighs, inch by inch until the tops of her black hold-up stockings were visible. The creamy soft flesh above the nylon bands looking so inviting and firm, pale and innocent in sharp contrast to the black of her stockings.

"To get fucked, isn't that right?"

"Yes," she breathed urgently, her voice trembling as the excitement in her now became fully apparent.

He gasped as her skirt reached her waist, tight little white panties clung to her neat hips pulling tightly down between her legs to show the firm rounded mound of her mons. The shape of her labia out-lined by the thin material as it pressed against it, the little bump of her hard clitoris obvious in its state of arousal.

"Then say so," he ordered her coldly.

Her legs quivering, her body trembling with the pumping sensations of pleasure rushing through her entire body, Pauline panted in an effort to control herself.

"To get fucked," she said. Her body tensed slightly as gripping shudders began to tug at her insides. The very first ripples of an approaching orgasm that she was both willing toward her so desperately yet holding back from, embarrassed still that it should be in front of a stranger. It made it better somehow, more intense, more exciting, to be watched in pleasure, the thought increased her arousal further still.

He motioned with a casual wave of his hand. "Come here and stand close to me."

Pauline did as she was bid, her legs almost touching his parted knees, her material covered pussy level with his face.

"Turn around."

Still holding her skirt bunched-up around her waist, Pauline did as he had requested.

"What are you, Pauline," he probed, his hand moved to rest on the silky material that stretched so tightly across her firm buttocks.

Pauline gasped at the contact. The warmth of his touch bringing her closer still toward her peak. The rushing surges of exquisite pleasure coming to her more and more frequently and with increasing intensity.

"A bitch," she said confidently, her head rested back and she closed her eyes as his hand traced the crease between her buttocks. Savouring the feel of him on her, base and unromantic, sex had never been like this for her. This was sheer excitement, pure and in its rawest form, it felt so wonderful to her.

"More."

"A slut."

His hand slipped under the side elastic to caress and savour the smooth firm young flesh. Warm and silky, firm and tender, her youthful body was wonderful to see and a delight to touch.

"A dirty little slut aren't you?"

She gasped loudly, his fingers slipping between the tops of her thighs to brush against her swollen and excited labia. She was wet, her juices flowing freely now as the wonderful sensations washed over and through her. The words - those wonderfully crude and exciting words, she found herself actually wanting to say them now.

"Yes! Yes! I'm a slut," she intoned breathlessly. "A dirty little slut."

She was lost, slipping fast into a deep and warm distant world of sheer sexual bliss. Her head felt muzzy and detached, the pounding excitement and the thrilling sensations of his fingers now touching lightly against her pussy brought her to her climax.

Pauline cried-out, her body tensed and then locked rigid. Deep from her throat a gurgling animal-like growl emitted and then she screamed as the shudders racked her slim body. Shaking and jerking she allowed the sweet sensations to rip and pull at her body. So long it had been since she had experienced such sensations, she gasped and shuddered several more times before her knees buckled and she slumped to the floor. There she lay on the deep pile carpet, her body twitching in light convulsions of extreme pleasure and satisfaction. She heard his distant voice, that velvety and hypnotic tone.

"Now you are committed slut. You are mine to do with as I wish - and you will obey."

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