The Best of Roger Frank Selby Page 7
‘Then stand astride your man facing his feet.’ She did, and John saw that she had the most beautiful bottom. ‘Now squat down slowly and I’ll guide you. Almost there … There! Feel him, just splitting you? He’s in perfect position; any time you want to take him in, just squat right down. Take as little, or as much as you want. You are in complete control. And there … I can still play with you, you’re wide open; and so wet …’
Sheila lowered her head and groaned as Alison’s fingers moved against her clitoris. Slowly she squatted down. She moaned as John felt his broad cockhead make deeper contact, spread her a little and then slide right in. She gasped, then squatted down further; trying it ever deeper inside her.
John raised his hands and held the cheeks of her buttocks. She slowly sat right down. All the way. Deep inside he felt her cervix brush the sensitive tip of his cock.
‘That’s it, Sheila! He is right up inside you. But be careful, come down too quickly and too far and it will hurt.’
She was tight but very slippery on him. He was about to explode into her. He tried to relax. He partly succeeded, just delivering a gentle spurt. It eased and smoothed the motion as she began to bob gently up and down on him, trying longer and longer strokes.
‘Doesn’t that feel good, Sheila?’
‘Ahhhh, yes,’ she moaned, ‘And please don’t stop … what you’re doing … Uhhhh …’
‘I won’t! We’ll keep on like this, up and down, rolling around, up and down until I make you …’
John cried out.
He could hold back the tide no longer. He began to release, shooting up, spurting his seed into the woman in long rushes.
‘Ah, there we are … John, my love, let her have it, let it all go, fill her up! That’s it, Sheila, keep riding him, get your head down and watch him pumping into you. That’s it, girl, you can howl your heart out. John, keep coming … Fill her up with your sperm … Fuck her well. When you’re done I want to see it running down Sheila’s thighs, flowing everywhere, just like when you’ve fucked me.’
* * *
The taxi arrived. It was time for Alison to leave.
‘Are you sure I can’t drive you there, darling?’
‘I won’t hear of it.’ She kissed him. ‘I hate long goodbyes at the airport. And you … Sheila.’ With a sob Alison hugged her. They kissed. As they separated John saw that both women were openly weeping.
He and Reynolds waved as the departing taxi retraced its tracks on the snow-covered drive.
‘May I speak to you freely for a moment, sir? While we are outside the house.’
‘Certainly, Reynolds, what’s on your mind? But make it quick; it’s cold!’ He attempted a smile. He guessed what was on her mind.
‘I’m afraid I must reluctantly give you my notice.’
He was silent for a moment. ‘Damn! I was afraid this might happen after that … madness this morning. That wonderful madness … I’m so sorry if …’
‘Don’t be sorry, John; if I can say your name just once. It waswonderful. The two of you … And I was more than willing. But it’s changed everything. I just can’t carry on here in this position.’
‘Are you absolutely sure?’
‘Absolutely. I would like to go immediately, sir, if possible. I know that a week’s notice is the normal minimum, and I’ll work a week if you insist, but Cook and Ann are here and able to look after you.’
Ann and Mrs Marcos were there with him to see her off. A handshake, a few empty words of farewell, then her car too was making its dark tracks down the drive as the snow began to drift down again.
The next few days passed miserably. He neglected his work, apart from advertising the post of a gentleman’s gentleman – sexist, perhaps – but it made clear the requirement beyond all doubt.
A knock on the study door.
‘Come.’
‘Lady to see you, sir, about the housekeeper’s job.’
‘Yes, OK, Ann … But I haven’t advertised for a …’ A shapely woman with long brown hair was standing just behind her. ‘Reynolds!’ He sprang to his feet. ‘You look fantastic!’
She walked in with a natural sway of her hips, wearing a smart dress that didn’t hide the curves of her body.
‘Call me Sheila, please, sir! I’m no longer a butler. I’m a housekeeper. I thought you might like to try a housekeeper instead of a butler for a while.’
‘Sheila.’ He savoured the name. ‘I can call you that as housekeeper!’
‘It’s the first time you have called me that.’
‘Even when …?’
‘Even then!’
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