Recently separated, I craved deeper sexual adventures amid my demanding career. No time for endless courtship—just raw connections. Swinger clubs offered quick thrills but no substance. So, I joined a renowned matchmaking agency, whispered to cater to refined desires.
Choosing wasn’t easy. Discreet calls led me here. My profile shone: 35, handsome, affluent professional. Hundreds of women waited for quality encounters. An interview followed swiftly.
The Privilege
In the opulent waiting lounge, leather armchairs whispered luxury, polished mahogany gleamed under soft lighting. The pretty brunette secretary, Melanie, eyed me appraisingly. Her blue dress hugged curves, square neckline teasing cleavage.
A door opened. Entered a 45-year-old blonde stunner. Voluptuous breasts strained her silk blouse, open jacket framing deep cleavage. Tailleur skirt hinted at stockings, elegant heels clicked on marble. She ushered me to a plush leather seat opposite her massive oak desk. Adjusting chic glasses, she handed a sleek folder.
Welcoming words flowed. I opted for a one-year subscription. She probed: personality, tastes, ideal women. I stayed vague—open to affinities. ‘Beautiful, rich, smart, feminine, sex-loving,’ I joked.
She arched a brow at ‘sex.’ ‘Important in a relationship?’ ‘Vital, especially to test compatibility first.’ ‘We note that. But our agency requires a prerequisite—a proof of capacity.’
She buzzed: ‘Melanie, to my office. We have an X-test.’
The secretary locked the front door. Boss settled beside me, appreciative smile. Melanie knelt before me. Her dress rode up, revealing thigh-highs, no panties—just trimmed bush, shaved lips glistening.
Her hand unzipped me swiftly. My cock stirred, hardening as she gripped it over boxers.
‘The Privilege: Arrival in this exceptional haven, high-end seduction game, intimate elite circle.’
She freed my thickening shaft, showing it off. Boss eyed it, checked a box. Melanie tugged down my briefs, stroked firmly, cupped balls. Tongue flicked my glans, then deep throated with expert hunger—suction, licks, alternating balls.
I glanced at boss. Skirt hiked, hand between thighs. Red garters framed white skin, lace panties shifted as her finger circled.
Melanie deep-throated relentlessly. Then she rose, perched on desk edge, dress bunched at hips, pussy beckoning. I dove in, tongue lapping her sweet, abundant juices. She moaned, thighs wide.
Boss watched, masturbating. ‘Fuck her now.’
The Excess
Melanie turned, bent over desk, ass presented. Condom on, she guided me in. Tight, wet pussy gripped my cock in doggy.
‘Grade?’ Boss asked, fingering faster.
‘Cunnilingus: A. Licks divine. But no orgasm—previous client today.’
I pounded Melanie’s firm cheeks, her moans echoing: ‘Oh, he’s great… big cock filling me deep.’ Boss noted, string deformed by furious rubbing.
Pleasure built amid this spectacle.
‘The Excess: Sexual act unleashed by luxurious frame, intense, demanding, limitless.’
‘Enough. Here.’ Boss yanked off condom, sucked hungrily. Finger teased my ass. Melanie crawled under, lapped boss’s pussy, string aside.
I fucked boss’s mouth, balls massaged, ass probed. Climax surged. ‘Cum in my mouth!’ She swallowed every jet, orgasming on Melanie’s tongue.
‘The Discretion: Return to calm in absolute comfort, secret shielded by glass walls.’
We composed. Melanie smoothed dress, exited casually. Boss licked lips: ‘You’ve passed splendidly. Confidential.’
‘Routine?’ ‘For promising clients. Matches may have too.’
We dressed. I left, her smile lingering, Melanie’s wink conspiratorial. Encounters awaited soon.
