She was an accountant. She worked on a few clients in a big firm, one of those clients was ‘Bill’. Bill had several companies at the firm; but she was the accountant on his trust fund, while other bookkeepers worked on his larger accounts.

Bill was unhappy. When Bill was unhappy everyone was unhappy. He was unhappy to the extent that he came in and yelled. Guess who was his most favored recipient? Yep this little 28 year old. Living with her boyfriend, this green eyed; long legged woman was the center of his storm. The other accountants tried to protect her but he was beyond reason.

“You should come to my hometown and see what I’m talking about!” He growled at her.

“Yes!” Her boss urged, eager to put off the dismal fear that he may pull an account, “You should go and persuade the bank to comply with these requests.”

“But I have other clients...”

“Oh you can work remotely,” she was briskly dismissed.

“Where would I stay...”

“Hotel,” Bellowed Bill, “Put it on my account!”

“Sir, wait, how long will I have to stay...” She protested.

“Seven days will do it!” Bill’s bellowing answer as he sprung from the chair and paced the room.

“Yes go,” the team urged.

“Ok,” she whispered with a shy smile.

“Good!” Bill’s bellow turned into civil chatter, “Let me work out the plan.”

The boss insisted on lunch with Bill, and she was seated as far from him as possible. However, during lunch Bill moved to sit next to her briefly. Loudly he announced where she would stay and how long. But under the table he rested his hand on her leg, dragged his hand up her thigh, and his thin long finger grazed her pussy.

“I can’t wait!” He announced, bounded up and returned to his seat opposite her.

“You know I am going to fuck you right,” he whispered in her ear before he stood and returned to a seat opposite.

Now if we left the story there you would believe she was going to be used and abused. However, both Bill and herself had planned this for months. They had paused their accounting calls and had drifted into sex calls for months. Together, they planned his outrage, not too much, not too little. The perfect plan. An excuse for her bosses, an excuse for her boyfriend, and an expected absence from her life, while Bill’s wife, and Bill’s would know the accountant from out of town was here. The perfect excuse.

The shudder along her limbs answered his wayward finger that touched her for the first time. Her chin lowered and she watched him over her glasses like lioness stalking her prey. Three more weeks before she was under him. How would she survive?

“When you are here will you sleep naked unless I allow you to put on special clothes?” Quarried his message.

“Yes, Sir” was her answer.

“That’s not good enough. You have to agree to every word,”

“When I’m in the hotel I will sleep naked unless you allow me to wear special clothes, Sir,” She messaged back.

“When I’m in the hotel I will always stand with my legs open and wear a short skirt when allowed so you can reach up my skirt and touch me, Sir.”

“You can put your cock in my mouth for as long as you like, Sir.”

“You can cum in my mouth, Sir.”

“Yes of course, you can cum in my ass, Sir.”

“Yes please pull my hair, Sir.”

“Yes you can cum on my face when you want, Sir.”

And so the messages went. Each one surrendering part of her body, a part of her imagination, and her very soul to this man.

After a flutter of messages, poor little miss’s panties were so wet she took herself to the car and dug up a spare. But no matter, he was in her head. A simple good morning set her heart racing. She clung to her phone and its sudden vibrating racked her body with guilty lust. Poor boyfriend poked meaninglessly at the mountain of desire between her legs and the fantasies between her ears were unmolested.

The landing plane accelerated her excitement. She was surprised that Bill was not there, but had sent a car. She knew too that she would not call him Bill, but he was always SIR! Once at the hotel she scanned the faces but he was absent. However he spied on her from his car in the parking lot. Watched as the wind whipped her hair, watched her red fingernails slowly brushed back the hair. His memory captured her red lips and nails, and blond hair, along with a long green eyed side glance. His resolve to visit her only at night melted and he prepared himself to follow her upstairs.

At her check-in there were special instructions. They handed her two access key cards. The room was massive. The big king side bed filled only a small part of the room. You could still park a car on the beautiful red carpet. She threw herself on the bed, with arms outstretched, even her long limbs did not reach the edges of the bed.