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LOSING CONTROL 
by Eoghann Irving
eoghann@thenet.co.uk

The walk home from work was an extreme form of torture for Mark. The
weather was exceptionally hot and every woman he passed was dressed to
match. The sight of short skirts and tight t-shirts was having a distinct
effect on him and he would have been delighted to go home and share his
passion. Unfortunately, there was no one to share it with.

Mark was brooding over this depressing state of affairs as he reached his
flat  on the second floor of the building. He was fishing in his pockets
for the key when a creak from the door opposite distracted him. That would
be Elsa heading off to work, he thought as he turned his head.

Elsa locked her door, turned round and smiled at him.

"Hello." She said cheerfully. Mark nodded, feeling uncomfortable as he
always did talking to her. Her smile dimmed slightly at his lack of
response.

"Lucky you, finished for the day." She tried again.

Mark smiled somewhat feebly and tried to think of something to say. Elsa
waited for a moment. Mark glanced at the floor.

"Well I'd better not be late." Elsa said and started off down the stairs.

Mark's eyes followed her jean covered bum as it descended the stairs. How
he wanted to reach out and run his hands over her ass cheeks, or even just
stroke that long dark brown hair of hers. Shaking his head, he turned and
entered his flat.

Was she interested Mark wondered, as he sat down on the sofa, newspaper in
hand. She always stopped to talk to him, even though he never said much in
return. Why could he not contribute at least one sentence to their
conversations? It was rather pathetic really.

No, Elsa was not interested in him, he decided. She was just a friendly,
kind, nice, person. Not to mention gorgeous. Those big brown eyes. She must
have loads of guys asking her out all the time. Although she seemed to work
most evenings. What did she do, he wondered, she had never said. Bar work
perhaps? Mark turned his attention to the paper.

It did not take very long to read all the interesting stories so he glanced
at the classified ads page. One advert, printed in bold letters, caught his
attention and sent a tingle of excitement and fear through his body.



EXECUTIVE SAUNA



COME AND ENJOY A RELAXING SAUNA OR MASSAGE IN ONE OF OUR LUXURIOUS SUITES.
OUR STAFF OF DISCRETE, ATTRACTIVE YOUNG LADIES WILL PAMPER AND SOOTHE YOU.
OPEN 11AM TILL 1AM MONDAY TO SATURDAY



A woman who would do what he asked. Who would stroke, suck and fuck him.
Alternatively he could sit here on his own and watch tv. And you didn't
need to chat to a whore.





*          *          *





The room was small and sparsely furnished. The 'bed' was a shelf sticking
out from the fall. Running alongside this shelf was a mirror. The only
other furniture in the room was a chair on which Mark had put his clothes.

Mark turned his attention to the woman. She was a petite oriental with
short, black hair and a bored expression. The short white uniform she wore
showed off most of her legs.

Mark climbed onto the bed and lay on his stomach. The woman dipped her
fingers in a small saucer of oil and began the massage.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Mark." He replied rather tersely.

"I'm Jan. What do you do?"

"I'm an office clerk."

Jan gave up trying to get him to talk and concentrated on the massage. Mark
felt his body begin to tingle as her fingers worked over his muscles,
relaxing them.

"If you'd turn over?" Jan asked. She seemed distant from the entire
process.

Mark did as he was asked, aware that his prick was now partially erect. Jan
paid no attention to it, however, concentrating on his legs and chest. As
she worked Mark studied her smooth legs and the swell of her breasts. Could
he reach out and run his hand up her thighs, he wondered? Jan's hands moved
down from his chest to his stomach. She lifted his swelling cock in one
hand and ran the other over his groin. Mark could feel himself reacting to
the touch of her hand.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked, her hands still on
his shaft.

What did he say? How did he ask?

"What do you do?" He asked cautiously.

"A hand job is 25, plain sex 40." She began.

"Plain sex will be fine." He said hurriedly. Jan laughed.

"Would you go on top?" Mark asked somewhat hesitantly.

"Sure." Jan shrugged.

She stripped off swiftly and efficiently. To his surprise, Mark did not
find this at all exciting.

Taking a condom from the tray on the window sill, Jan rolled it down over
Mark's half erect cock. Climbing up onto the bed, she held his prick
against her cunt. Despite his limpness she managed to work his cock into
her pussy. He reached out and cupped the smooth flesh of her buttocks in
his hands as she began a steady up and down rythmn.





*          *          *





The lights were off when Mark entered his flat. He did not bother to put
them on. The light was fading fast and he bumped his shins on the edge of
the table before reaching the sofa. The memory of the previous night's
disaster, deepened his depression.

Bad enough that he had been so nervous that he could not get hard and the
woman had ended up tossing him off. When he had got up to leave the woman
had told him to just relax the next time. Her certainty that he would be
back depressed him more than anything else.

As he walked down the stairs, he had glanced into the reception area. There
had been two women sitting, waiting for clients no doubt. He was about to
look away when one of them glanced out the door at him. The shock on Elsa's
face when she realised who it was had stuck in his mind since then.

Mark felt completely isolated now. He had stayed late at the office to
avoid Elsa, unable to face her disgust. He doubted that she would talk to
him now anyway.

Yet despite this depression, images of Elsa kept popping into his head.
Elsa wearing that short white uniform, her legs on show to leering men. Her
lips wrapped around a swollen cock, moving up and down the shaft. Her cunt
being plundered from behind by some stranger. Mark could feel his prick
hardening. He had to get his mind off her somehow.

In the bottom of his wardrobe was a pile of magazines. Mark began to hunt
through them urgently, desperate to find something that appealed to him. As
he studied the pictures, he became increasingly aware of his throbbing
prick. Taking a magazine at random, he went back to the living room and lay
down on the sofa.

Mark flicked through the magazine, letting his excitement build, until he
reached the centrefold. A large breasted girl, half sitting, half lying,
her legs wide apart, knees bent. One hand spread the lips of her sex apart,
the other held one of her huge tits.

Holding the magazine open with his left hand, Mark undid his trousers and
pulled out his, now rigid, cock. As he stared at the picture, he wrapped
his hand around the shaft, thumb pressing against the glans. His hand began
to move slowly up and down, sliding the foreskin over his cock head.

Mark closed his eyes and let his imagination go to work. Now it was Elsa
with her legs spread wide for him. She was calling to him. She wanted him.
Mark squeezed his prick.

The doorbell rang. Mark shot to his feet, hastily forcing his erection back
into his trousers. The doorbell went again as Mark reached the door. He
peered through the spyhole. It was Elsa. For a moment he considered leaving
the door shut. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and opened it.

"Hi." Elsa's smile seemed forced. She paused, obviously waiting for a
reaction of some sort. "Can I come in?"

Mark swallowed. "Sure." He said, stepping out of the way.

Elsa walked casually into the flat and Mark closed the door, before turning
to face her. He found himself staring at her.

She was wearing a long grey raincoat and he could not help wondering what
she had on underneath it. The image of her in that short white uniform
sprang into his mind. Elsa shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and he
hurriedly glanced away, aware that his fly was undone and his trousers
bulging obscenely.

"Not going to work this evening?" He asked and then cringed when he
realised what he had said.

"No, it's my day off." Elsa seemed unphased. "There's no need to ask what
you've been doing though." A teasing note entered her voice.

Mark gazed at her in confusion. Elsa laughed, her eyes sparkling and waved
her hand in the direction of the sofa. Lying in the middle of the sofa was
his magazine. Mark felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment. She must have
him pictured as the worlds biggest pervert by now.

Elsa laughed again. "I can see your not suffering from the problem you had
yesterday." She said.

Mark gazed at her in horror and shame.

"You know I'm really pissed off with you." She continued crossly. "I've
been trying to chat you up for weeks, but you'd rather pay for it, or wank.
Aren't my tits big enough for you?"

Mark's mouth was wide open.

"It's all about control isn't it? You like to stay in control don't you?
It's much easier to deal with a magazine isn't it?"

Mark stared into her dark brown eyes speechless. Elsa stepped slowly
towards him.

"But it's much more fun if you let other people in occasionally."

Elsa's face was only inches from Mark's now. His heart began to pound as he
fought the desire to kiss her soft, smooth skin.

"I could help you lose control." Elsa's voice was no more than a whisper.
She put her hand in her coat pocket and pulled something out, but Mark
could not take his eyes away from her face.

"Go through to the bedroom and get undressed." Her voice was louder now and
sterner. Mark obeyed without hesitation.

In the bedroom, Mark swiftly removed his clothes. He was aware of Elsa's
eyes on him, but, strangely, did not find it embarrassing. When he was
naked, he turned to face her. The room was warm, but he fought a shiver as
her eye's ran slowly down his body.

"Get on the bed and lie down on your back." Elsa's voice had changed
slightly. There was an eagerness to it now. This was something she enjoyed.

Mark lay down on the bed, his eyes focused on Elsa. She was still wearing 
the long, grey, raincoat. Mark's gaze was drawn to her hands, one resting
in a coat pocket, the other holding a pair of steel handcuffs. Perching
herself on the mattress near his head, she took his right hand and, with a
swift, efficient action, cuffed his wrist and threaded the chain through
the bars at the head of the bed, before reaching for his other hand.

Mark knew this was his last chance to resist what was happening. Meekly, he
held out his hand. Elsa closed the handcuff around his wrist with a snap.
He wondered briefly where she had learnt to do this, but he had a pretty
good idea.

Elsa moved down to the foot of the bed and looked up at him. She was still
fully dressed and for the first time Mark felt uncomfortable and he fought
the urge to squirm.

"Legs apart." Mark obeyed the command automatically. Elsa smiled.

"I think we'll leave them free this time." She said.

Reaching out, she ran her hand slowly up his leg, gently squeezing his
thigh. Kneeling on the bottom of the bed, she rested her hands on either
side of his crotch. Mark felt his cock twitch as her cool hands touched his
groin. Her hands travelled upwards, caressing his stomach and chest,
feeling the firm muscles. Leaning forward, her bum rising into the air,
Elsa kissed him on the chest, her tongue slipping between her lips to
tickle his skin. As she looked up, Mark saw the excitement in her eyes.

"All mine." She whispered, sitting up and cupping his balls in her hand. 

Mark's prick, twitched again and a familiar sensation began to spread
through his body.

Elsa stepped back off the bed and stared at his sex as it slowly uncoiled.
Her avaricious gaze increased his excitement and his cock stiffened
rapidly.

"My aren't we excited." Elsa mocked. "Would you like to see a bit more of
me?" 

Mark remained stubbornly silent. Elsa's face hardened.

"Beg." She commanded.

Angered, Mark tugged at the handcuffs, they were firmly locked. Elsa
smirked. Lazily, she undid the top button of her raincoat. Then the second
and the third. When all the buttons were undone she stopped. The coat hung
close around her body. Mark could see nothing.

"Please." He whispered.

"What?" She asked.

"Please." This time his voice was louder.

Elsa smiled triumphantly and turned away from him. Mark stared at her back
as she pulled her arms out of the coat sleeves. Only then did she shrug the
coat from her shoulders and let it fall down her body to reveal her pale
skin.

The coat crumpled in a heap at Elsa's feet and Mark gazed at the pair of
black, high cut, knickers stretched tight by her full buttocks.

Elsa held the pose for a moment before turning round again. The hint of a
smile was still on her lips, she walked to the bottom of the bed, then
crawled slowly up Mark's quivering body until they were face to face.

She planted a kiss on his nose, then sat back and began to rub her crotch
against his aching prick. Her hips moved in a slow circular pattern,
sending urgent messages to his brain. Mark thrust eagerly against her
knicker covered bum, but Elsa rose effortlessly out of his reach.

Kneeling above his groin, she reached behind her back and undid the catch
on her bra, then, slipping the straps off her shoulders, she let it fall
from her body, to land on his cock.

"I know you enjoy looking at women's tits." Elsa smirked and leant forward,
one hand on either side of his head.

Mark stared up at her small, pert breasts as they hung down above him. The
pink nipples were jutting out like bullets.

"Tell me what else you like to do to them." Elsa whispered.

Mark swallowed, unable to speak. Elsa sat down hard on his stomach and
thrust her breasts into his face.

"Suck them." She ordered angrily.

Mark struggled to raise his head slightly as he took the already hard bud
of her nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue gently around the sweet
flesh. Sucking harder he nibbled gently at the swelling teat with his teeth
then nipped. Elsa gave a low moan.

"Your good at that." She said, sitting up suddenly. "I've gone all
tingly."Her right hand reached down to cup her mound over her black
knickers. Her hips began to undulate slowly as she pushed her crotch
against her hand.

Mark stared in an agony of lust.

"You know I think I'm all damp down there." Elsa continued mercilessly,
moving her hand to one side to let him see. Mark's eyes locked on the small
strip of cloth that covered her sex and the dark stain that was spreading
across it.

Elsa's hand slipped inside her panties, making them bulge obscenely. Her
hips continued to weave their pattern as her fingers moved inside the
knickers. Mark glanced quickly at her face, there was a tension there now
that had not been present before.

Suddenly Elsa grabbed the crotch of her knickers with her other hand and
pulled. The thin material ripped easily. Moving up the bed, she positioned
herself over Mark's face. Slowly, teasingly she ran her fingers through her
thick bush of pubic hair. With her index finger she traced the outer lips
of her cunt. A shudder ran through her body as the finger slipped between
the lips into her pussy. Recovering quickly she removed her finger and ran
it along Mark's lips.

His tongue flicked out. Elsa's finger was damp with her juices. He felt 
his cock twitch. Her finger darted into his mouth and Mark instinctively
sucked it clean.

"Tell me what you want to do to my cunt." Elsa breathed.

Mark closed his eyes, his brain full of erotic images, but somehow unable
to reveal them. Frustrated, he tugged at the chain holding him.

"Open your eyes." Her voice was harsh again. Mark looked up as Elsa's
crotch, framed by her tattered knickers, descended on his face.

For a second he panicked, then instinct took over. Unable to see what he
was doing, Mark reached out with his tongue, working it through the pubic
hair until he found her slit.

Elsa's knees clamped tight against his head and she pushed herself against
his face. Emboldened by her reaction, Mark worked his tongue between her
sex lips, into her soaking cunt and sucking her juices into his mouth.

Grunting, Elsa thrust hard against Mark's face. Her knees ground into his
skull as her muscles spasmed, then slowly relaxed. Mark yanked at his
handcuffs, desperate to touch her body.

After a brief pause, Elsa moved back down Mark's body and positioned
herself over his cock. Her hand snaked out, surrounding his throbbing
column and she began to pull the foreskin down and up over his cock head.

Squatting down she began to rub the head of his cock against her slit with
a deliberate slowness. Mark stared at the juices that were beginning to
trickle out of her sex and down onto his cock. The gentle friction of of
her pussy lips was almost unbearable. He thrust his hips, desperate to
enter her cunt, but Elsa held him firmly down.

"Tell me what you want." She whispered.

Mark looked into her eyes. Alongside the pleasure there was a hint of fear.
The excrutiating pleasure continued to build inside him. He knew he could
not hold out much longer. He had to get inside her.

"I want to fuck you." He gasped. "I want to stick my cock in your cunt."

As soon as he spoke, Elsa began to sink downwards, her eager pussy
swallowing his rigid shaft easily right to the hilt. Holding his cock deep
inside her, she leant forward and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his
mouth. Then, sitting back, she began to ride his cock, her hips undulating
as she slid up and down.

Mark gazed at her, face flushed, breasts bouncing as they fucked. He felt
her muscles tightening a she began to build to orgasm again. Unable to
contain himself any longer, he spurted his seed deep inside her welcoming
body. Moments later Elsa sank down  over him as pleasure wracked her body.

"Next time, maybe I'll let you tie me up." She gasped.

THE END

Other stories by this Author:

Solitaire For Two
Bird Watching (currently being written)
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Have fun,

Eoghann

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