Sex Behind Closed Doors

By Charlie B.

Christy Laroux, Private investigator for the Cyclops Organization. Her job, to carry out surveillance and security reports on individuals for her bosses. Her targets , business people who have secrets or are possibly at risk from industrial espionage.
But Christy often crosses the line during her work, seduction is a tool she often uses to gain information, but her new project is a man devoted to sex-parties, organised games and more in his playboy playground and this time Christy is going to be drawn into a world where no is not an option. The job needs doing and Christy is the woman to see it through. How will it go? Read the story to find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: May 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310941368

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl!For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short storyCommecial finished, please read on!I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex!Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not.Ah, but I hear you guys saying , ‘what about us?Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there’s a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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SEX BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

SMASHWORDS EDITIONA

By

CHARLIE B.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1. THE ASSIGNMENT

CHAPTER 2. VIRGINIA

CHAPTER 3. MORE PARTY TIME

CHAPTER 4. PAUL TRENTON

CHAPTER 5. THE INTERVIEW

CHAPTER 6. THE HOUSE OF LUST

CHAPTER 7. PURSUING THE MAIN MAN

CHAPTER 8. THE REPORT

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CHAPTER 1. THE ASSIGNMENT

The clip-clack of Christy Laroux’s high heels echoes as she follows the woman through the marbled entrance hall of High Cross House. She glances left and right, her wide, yet amazingly seductive, jade green eyes taking in the erotic sculptures placed in alcoves along the walls, figurines that are entwined in sexual lust, not one detail hidden to the eye, sexual copulation portrayed in every statuette. The characters reminiscent of ancient Greek gods and goddesses; mythical beasts also entwined in acts of sexual lust with humans.

She feels a surge of desire run through her desirable body and returns her gaze to the swivelling, yet enticingly well packaged rump of the young woman who is leading her to the man she has come to see. Charles Ericson, multi billionaire and entrepreneur, a man of mystery, who seems to have a finger in many commercial pies, some it is rumoured not entirely legal. She brushes her fingers through her thick dark hair one last time as they come to a halt, her heart racing as the woman pauses at a large door and knocks.

Come in, calls out a soft voice; accent American but clipped so most of whatever twang he had once is now subdued. The woman opens the door and Christy steps into the room.

But perhaps before we go any further we should step back a little in time, rewind the clock, go back to the day Christy’s immediate boss at Cyclops Inc.; Fraser Jempson; had summoned her into his office.

She had gone gladly because whilst the relationship is to be one of employer/employee, there is far more going on below the surface than would seem apparent to the outside observer, perhaps below the belt might be a more appropriate description. Christy and her immediate boss are lovers, but please don’t take that as of them having an affair. This is raw wild sex between two accommodating co-workers, nothing more nor less, the sensual attraction of a beautiful woman for a handsome, powerful man.

Is Fraser married? Does he have kids? Christy has no idea nor wanted to know. He has a cock, a beautifully sculpted virile, black, ever-ready dick that is more than enough to satisfy any woman’s lust. He also has charisma, and a dominant attitude that makes her body react submissively even before she walks into his office. The office where their sex takes place, the doors locked and a ‘do not disturb’ message relayed to his receptionist/secretary.

Christy had stepped through the door, her black tailored business suit showcasing her statuesque body most desirably. Thick red lipstick on her lips, her big almond shaped eyes made up in the most alluring manner.

He’d nodded at the door and her pulse seemed to shoot to double its normal rate as she turned and locked it. She knew what is coming next and she wanted it, wanted it more than anything else in her life at that moment because her wanton body craved his huge cock yet again.

Miss Laroux, he’d smiled from behind his desk; he always used her surname, if he used her first name it is a warning of eavesdroppers listening in.

Fraser, she’d replied.

You know what I want? he’d responded spinning away from his desk and swivelling in his big leather chair.

Of course Fraser, I always know what you want, replied Christy hooking her tight red skirt up higher on her hips as she peeled her panties down from beneath it, down past her darl thigh high stocking’s and tall high heels, and then she‘d thrown off her matching jacket.

That’s my girl, he’d smirked as his fingers undid his trousers.

Christy slid around behind his desk, her nipples suddenly hard in her white, bra, her body aflame with desire, her eyes narrowing. They’d fixed on the big hand that searched around for a moment inside his trousers and then they’d moved back and over along the thick length of his ebony, hidden cock outlined in the stretched material; A cock that would soon swell up bigger and bigger before he subsequently released its thick, swollen length to her staring eyes. Those eyes would flare with lustful fire as she caught sight of his huge erect length for the first time on that day. His amazing weapon hd never failed to arouse her excitement to near uncontrollable levels of lusty desire.

He’s a big man, in his mid-thirties, smooth-shaven with a broad build, his body muscular and well-toned. The darkness of his skin fascinated her. She loved its contrast with her own paler skin, his dark crinkly hair against her own black tresses, his dark hands as they cupped her alabaster breasts; big hands that none the less still struggled to contain those breasts; breasts that had seen the surgeon’s knife and subsequently jutted from her chest without a trace of sagging. Her big perfectly shaped nipples hard and digging into his palms to excite her to new heights.

Christy dropped to her knees before the man, her pretty face level with his groin, eyes wide as he teased her, until with a growl of neediness, she’d ripped his pants open wider, reached into them and quickly found his thick swollen rod. Her cool, slender fingers closed over his rampant cock as best they could, and he’d sighed and then groaned deeply at the arousing contact, as he surrendered to her will. This is a battle of willpower and he too is always thrilled when Christy took control of the situation in her own seductive way.

She’d tugged at his trapped tool, until it finally burst free of his trouser, rising up just inches from her red lipped mouth. Christy despite her name, had a slightly oriental look to her features; the product of a dalliance between an American serviceman and her Japanese mother. Such things happen and sometimes as in Christy’s case, true beauty is the delicious product.

The woman’s hands had trembled slightly as she ran her soft long nailed red painted fingers over her immediate bosses rearing prick, her touch finger-tipping back and forth along before she grasped him firmly in order to peel back his foreskin revealing the fat head of his exhilarating cock. Pausing briefly she’d grinned up into his face, but he’d not noticed because his head is thrown right back in surrender to her fluttering caresses.

What do you want me to do? she muttered.

You know already.

Tell me.

Oh you want to tease huh? Well I’m not in the mood today, just suck on my black fucking dick whore, suck it all into your damn mouth you sexy bitch.

You’re a nasty man, why should I do this? she’d teased. The words they exchanged part of their normal sexualised daily ritual.

He’d loared his head, his eyes narrowing as he took in her beautiful face that is poised just inches from his rearing hard-on. How it turned him on to see such a beautiful woman preparing to fellate his stiff cock. He’d lifted a hand, grasped her by her hair and dragged her head forward onto his rearing hard-on..

Eat it bitch, eat my big black cock; you know it’s what you want.

A clever man, Fraser, he knew how much Christy coveted his large, dark-skinned prick; knew what it did to her deep down inside, and she totally loved being called a bitch at moments like this. He’d yanked her head forward, groaned aloud as she’d taken his throbbing fuck-pole deep into her mouth; her eyes closing as she took it in; near all the way down to his exposed balls. The man’s dick thrust forward, her mouth jammed tight around its thickness until she’d gagged on it.

Releasing her for a breath of air, he then repeated the process as his legs spread wide, strong well-muscled legs that Christy grasped as she ran her slippery tongue around his shaft in phallic worship. For Christy, taking a man’s cock into her mouth is near as exciting as getting screwed; except that when Fraser did that deed she near fainted at the intensity of his fucking.

Fuck, don’t stop, suck it all in , he’d cried out as Christy’s head began to bob back and forth, her lips drawing his foreskin forwards over his pulsating knob to drive him toward a climax.

Christy fished around for