Servile Sluts (erotica)

By Jay Merson

They apply to him to join his club and await a visit from him in their homes. Thrilling it is just the initial visit but, what he reuires them to do to prove their worth might be much more than they expected - most certainly is actually. he tests each one, pushes them to the limit but the common factor is - they wall want sex and plenty of it. How furtune then that they contacted this man for they get far more than they bargained for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Merson
• Release date: May 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458184283

Jay Merson

The prolific author of over 124 erotic novels and short stories. Born in West london and lived most of life in the UK but now abroad. A staunch Englishman that always celebrates the day of the English - St.George's Day, where ever he might be in the world. Writes BDSM erotica in a descriptive and explicit way to bring the varied scenarios and situations to life - situations that the reader can relate to in his or her daily life.Hates music and lives in a world totally free of it, loves black stockings (on women) is an ex-soldier, ex-London fireman, holds black belts in five different martial arts but now leads a more sedate life and prefers to relax and chill rather than pump the muscles.

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Servile Sluts

By

Jay Merson

Copyright. Jay Merson 2002

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Chapter 1

The houses that made up the private road were large and grand, their size and location portrayed the wealth and the rich lifestyles that the owners enjoyed in the sumptuous surroundings. Neatly tended lawns and borders filled with expensive shrubs, all tended by the employed gardeners who earned so well in road.

Edward Raynes got out of his car on the long driveway, walked smartly up to big polished mahogany door pressed the solid brass bell push. His tailor-made suit in deep black and the leather document folder he carried under his arm were in total keeping with the class of house for his visit.

Neat and petite, slim and well presented, she was lovely, her impish face and haughty manner delighted him as she opened the door and stood back to allow him entry. He followed, his eyes roaming her neat backside as it shifted within the tight knee-length skirt that she wore. The thin pale-blue blouse showed clearly the black strap of her bra beneath and the dark nylon stockings that covered her shapely calves and heels.

She stood whilst he settled himself on the deeply cushioned settee, unhurried and revelling in her impatience as he opened the folder and prepared himself to speak.

Mrs. Geraldine Lancaster-Symes, twenty-eight and married.

She sighed to express her impatience further.

Yes, she said shifting the weight to one leg so that her narrow hips and tight buttocks were accentuated. I am twenty-eight years old and yes I am married, but you know all of this so why is it necessary to repeat?

He looked up at her, his eyes moving from her legs, slowly up over her thighs and waist, lingering on her breasts as they pushed hard against her tight blouse and up to her pretty face. Unhurried and deliberate his gaze roamed her lustfully, transmitting silently pounding sexual desire and thrill. She throbbed inwardly at the base and lewd way this man was ogling her, hungry and basic, his sexual need obvious in his leering gaze and knowing smile. It delighted her to be mentally undressed by this stranger; her nipples tingled and rose to erection as she stared back, matching his gaze arrogantly.

Because, he stated firmly with a hint of irritation sounding in his voice, I must first establish that I am talking to the correct person or much embarrassment would be the result.

She nodded her acceptance and waited.

Stand up straight! he snapped and watched.

She gave a little gasp and complied, her back straight and head up, breasts forcing hard against the thin material of her blouse.

Hands behind your back, he prompted curtly. Why did you apply to my organisation?

She trembled slightly and stumbled in her words.

Because I felt - still feel - the need.

"To be