Free Door to Door Sex (Salesman Sex Book 1) by C J Edwards Page B

something a little more sterner. “Strip for me!’’
    Cyn hesitated for no more than a few seconds before standing up and unfastening her silk robe. With the shyness of an older woman, she let the kimono shimmer to the floor and began to unhook the sexy corset, before dropping that too and standing before the strapping ex-soldier dressed only in a skimpy pair of panties. “Do you like what you see?” she said in a surprisingly timid voice.
    “I can’t see it all yet,” Jeff snapped back. “I said strip! Get your knickers off and show me your cunt.’’
    Cyn had never been spoken to like that in her life and it sent a jolt straight down her spine that ended at her clitoris. All of a sudden she felt more aroused than possibly ever before. Her face reddened and she peeled her panties down over her thighs. As she stood in front of her new lover, her hands instinctively went behind her back and her eyes dropped to the floor.
    “That’s better,” Jeff said, standing up and running his hand down her perfect body. “All women have a naturally submissive side to them, Cyn but it seems to be a lot stronger in you than most others I’ve been with.’’
    Cyn had to admit, being told what to do was making her incredibly wet and very confused. She was always the one in charge so why was she enjoying this? She shook herself out of her reverie to realise that the hulking young man was asking her a question.
    “Which is your husband’s wardrobe?”
    Cyn indicated the walk in closet on the other side of the bed and stood rooted to the spot while Jeff wandered inside it. He came out with a good selection of Harold’s expensive silk ties and used three of them on her, securely tying her hands behind her back, to blindfold and gag her.
    Jeff now helped himself to Cyn’s delicious and defenceless body, sucking her erect nipples and sliding a finger inside her dripping pussy. “You are a naughty little slut, aren’t you, Cyn,’’ he sniggered.  “What would Mr Newbold say if he could see you now, a plaything for a door to door salesman?”
    At the mention of her husband’s name, Cyn felt a rush of shame, which was peculiar as this was hardly the first time she had cheated on him. Lost in her own thoughts again, she came to her senses to realise Jeff was bending her forwards over his knee. He surely didn’t mean to…
    ‘Thwack!’ The question was answered as Jeff’s meaty hand swatted her hard on her exposed rump and Cyn jumped. As the initial shock and sting of the impact began to fade, Cyn felt a curious warmth starting in her bottom which began to spread to her pussy and she felt herself wanting more. She didn’t have to wait for long. Jeff’s hand, which had been playfully caressing her buttocks, now came down again, even harder. “Ooooh!’’ Cyn heard herself moaning through the gag; an oddly plaintive mix of pain and longing.
    Jeff now began a steady rhythm of hard smacks, alternating between Cyn’s round arse cheeks. Cyn was moaning for more one moment and begging him to stop the next. Her lovely bottom was glowing red by the time he stopped and began to caress her soaking wet pussy.
    Cyn had tears running down her cheeks and was blubbing into her gag. Her face was as red as her butt cheeks and she felt completely humiliated but totally aroused. As soon as Jeff’s strong fingers made contact with her puffy pussy lips, she came with a shudder.
    Jeff stood up and scooped Cyn’s compliant body up in his arms as though she weighed no more than a pillow. Dropping her on to her front on the bed, he untied the makeshift gag and kissed her on the neck. “Was that your first spanking, my slut?” he asked of the confused woman.
    Being called a slut was almost as much of a shock as the first blow on her bottom and Cyn recoiled for a moment before answering. “Yes, it was actually,” she said with as much haughty dignity as she could muster.
    Jeff’s hand came back hard on her sore bum and Cyn yelped like a