Ciana Rose's Erotic Stories

Synopsis

Another scorcher from Deanne Sodus - author of the best seller "Absorbing Jane". After being raised by an overly restrictive mother young Mary meets life as a shy and unworldly young woman. Still she manages a good start in life with a career in accounting, a good husband and a family of her own. But her innocence betrays her when she is framed for embezzlement and falls prey to her employer's evil desires. The owner of her company and his entire family humiliate Mary into satisfying their every deviant desire.

Extract

The professor sat at the large desk in the study of his new house. It seemed slightly strange to him to be working on the ground floor after all those years in the apartment in Regents Park. He sat back in the leather swivel chair, sipping at his coffee and looking out over the formally laid and tended gardens of the house.

Fond memories of the luxury apartment came to him, the place where he had recruited and introduced Paula and Louise to the various sexual delights and practices he so enjoyed, how he had drawn them into and had gained their acceptance into the society, his cock stirred as he recalled the satisfaction he had experienced in providing their education. Memories washed over him of how they had shrieked and struggled at first under the cane and the whip, and then how those struggles had become more sensuous as they learned to accept his domination and welcome the pain and pleasure it brought them. The central London address of the apartment had certainly proved worthwhile in his recruiting. This new address - he hoped - would help improve upon that success. It would be necessary for his next step up the ladder.

A senator now within the society, he would need to recruit five more girls to gain the position of principal. The society rules dictated this and he meant to achieve it. He pondered a moment, visualising himself holding the top position at the society meetings, it strengthened his determination to succeed. The society needed a fresh direction, he felt, a new style of leadership - his leadership. Soon the post of principal would become vacant; the time was right to make his bid. Just the recruitment to complete and he would have all the necessary requirements to stand. Five girls, all to be recruited, trained and then accepted by the membership, it would be no mean task and time was short.

The professor placed his coffee cup carefully on the desk and again read the advertisement that he had placed in seven magazines and five national newspapers. He would use the same approach as before he had decided; the one that had worked so very well for him in the past. His cock stiffened as he thought of the replies that would soon be arriving from the naive and hopeful young girls. Then of course, there would be the interviewing. He put down the advertisement and sat back smiling, his hard cock pressing against the inside of his trousers. Silly little bitches, he thought.





Jenny Spires parked her old and battered Ford Fiesta at the side of the tree-lined avenue, just a little past the house and out of sight of it then switched off the engine. Anxiously she double-checked the address on the letter to her confirming the interview.

It was her first trip to London, driving through the heavy traffic had been a nightmare, she was thankful that at least it wasn't in the centre of the city. Hampstead, famous and so very nice, but way out of her league though she thought.

The address confirmed she checked her long auburn hair in the driving mirror and checked her watch. Too early, she thought, much too early. She so wanted this job - needed it actually.

Her mind was in a whirl, nervousness nipped deep in her stomach and her hands trembled slightly. Weeks it had been since she had replied to the advert, watching for the postman to arrive each morning. Wishing, hoping and almost giving up all hope at times, then the arrival of the invitation. She smiled as she recalled her delight, reading the letter time and time again just to be sure that it wasn't after all, a refusal.

Jenny took several deep breaths and composed herself; she again read the letter inviting her to attend an interview and again wondered why they had asked for a full-length picture of her. Thoughts of her lipstick being smudged distracted her; she again checked her face in the mirror. Pale pink lipstick, sober and not too bright for interviews, she couldn't remember where she had heard or read that particular pearl of wisdom, but she certainly agreed with it.

A slow walk to help kill the time, she thought and got out of the car. Millionaire's row, she had heard of it and now she was actually here. Easy to see how it got its name, she thought. The houses - more like mansions really - were huge, each set back in its own grounds mostly hidden from the road unless like her, you made it your business to look.

Silence, almost nothing seemed to move in the road, just the sounds of the birds and the distance murmur of traffic on the busier roads far-off. So very different to where she lived.

Jenny crossed the road and walked close to the high hedge of the big house to stand in the entrance to the driveway. It was enormous, Georgian in style, set far back from the road and at the end of a long, curving gravel driveway, well maintained with freshly painted walls of beige and window frames and corbelling picked out in pure white. Two rows of high leaded windows showed the upper and ground floors of the house to be both long and high, two double garage doors to one end of the house painted also in white, gleamed in the weak spring sunshine. Jenny sighed in envy, what it must be like to live in such surroundings.

Nervousness gripped her, she wanted to turn and run, she felt humble and out-of-place in the face of such obvious wealth. She smoothed her short black skirt, picking a shred of lint from the hem, it seemed inadequate in such circumstances; her one good skirt - her best one, and it seemed so pathetic in the bright light of the daytime. Determined as always, she told herself boldly that she had come this far, she had nothing to lose - she didn't feel convinced. Jenny checked her black hold-up stockings for ladders or snags, silly really she thought, for there was nothing she could do about it even if they were holed. A glance down at her buttoned blouse reassured her that no stains or creases existed to mar her presentation and she walked forward down the driveway.

Shoulders back and head high, she walked self-consciously through the gravel, her high heels making the walk difficult and certainly inelegant. Jenny had a feeling of being watched as she approached, it did little to help her progress and she sighed with relief when at last she reached the base of the stone steps that lead-up to the front door.

The huge porch, supported by four thick, white-painted columns was as big as the lounge in a normal house. Terracotta tiles covered the floor leading to the wide and highly polished front door, a huge brass knocker adorned the centre of the heavy door, Jenny knocked lightly.

As she waited, she rubbed a tissue over her black shoes; the dust from the gravel had ruined her careful polishing. No reply came, again Jenny knocked, louder this time and cringed as she heard the hollow booming echo around the inside of the house, she waited.

Bowling-green lawns neatly trimmed and edged, flowers of all types planted in neatly planned rows gave a show-house presentation to the huge front garden.

"Jenny Spires?" The velvety voice asked as the door opened.

Jenny spun around to face the door. "Professor Lane?"

"Yes. Do come in," his kindly voice coaxed. Jenny flushed - he was lovely. Not at all what she had expected, professors were old with glasses and beards, they dressed scruffily and were both impatient and short in their manner; that's what she had thought until now anyway.

Clean- and well presented, he was cool and confident. About fifty, Jenny guessed, with thick silver hair brushed back to show his fine facial features. He smelled good and fresh as she stepped past him into the hallway.

As large as her village hall, the enormous size of the entrance hall made Jenny gasp. A wide central staircase like those seen in Hollywood movies curved up to the first floor giving access to the many doors visible leading off from the wide balcony that ran around the upstairs landing. Deep-piled carpet in dusky blue covered every inch of the floor and stairs.

"Please follow me," the professor prompted and lead the way through to the lounge.

Expensive looking paintings adorned the walls, antique furniture rested around the walls and they weren't even out of the hall yet! Jenny looked around in amazement as she followed his lead.

The professor stood back politely to allow her to enter the lounge and then excused himself.

"Make yourself comfortable, Jenny, I won't be moment."

Enormous was the only word Jenny could think of to describe the lounge. High patio doors ran the length of the outside wall giving the room a bright appearance and showing the whole of the rear gardens as a panoramic feature. Cream painted walls and a tasteful mix of antique and modern furniture made the room a joy to be in.

Jenny walked to the two large settees that faced each other in the centre of the room and seated herself nervously. She placed her small handbag on the long coffee table that stood between the two settees and sat back to look around the room in more detail.

A big chandelier hung from an ornate ceiling and heavy velvet curtains tied back at the ends of the room. Heavy glass vases filled with freshly cut flowers seemed to lift the room and the decoration to create a gentle and relaxing atmosphere.

"Please forgive me," the professor announced as he entered and sat down on the settee opposite Jenny. His eyes went immediately to her legs as the short skirt pulled back along her thighs, he made no secret of the fact that he was looking directly at her slim thighs.

The bitch is perfect, he thought. Her slim legs and slender thighs, her tight firm bust not over-large but pert and in perfect proportion to the rest of her delicate frame.

Jenny shifted uncomfortably, aware of his gaze on her legs; she pressed her knees tightly together and clasped her hands on her lap to press the hem of her short skirt down. From his position he could possibly see straight up her skirt.

"Now, Jenny," his warm velvety voice broke the silence.

He laid the folder on his lap and opened it, the cover facing her. "I see from your application that you are eighteen years-old."

He looked up at her for confirmation; his eyes dropping down to linger on her breasts as they pushed against the tight material covering of her blouse.

"Yes," Jenny agreed. She cleared her throat nervously and repeated the confirmation slightly louder. "Yes, my birthday was two weeks ago."

He nodded and continued.

"You are studying - sorry, about to begin the study of psychology," he paused and again looked at her.

His cock stirred, he loved this part. The young girl before him was in awe of him and under his control. She was fresh and unknown to him, a challenge for him, one that he rose to in more ways than one.

"Yes I am. I started some time ago and now want to apply myself seriously to the..."

"Why psychology?"

Jenny floundered nervously again, aware that his eyes were roaming her slowly, inspecting every part of her body. She felt embarrassed but at the same time flattered that such a rich and influential man such as he would be the slightest bit interested in her. She had always found it easier to relate to older men, this one in particular; he was so good looking. She flushed and tried to concentrate her mind on his questions.

"I find it most interesting, people and the way they behave. The reasons they do whatever it is that they do. I also find..."

"Sex?"

Momentarily thrown in her flow of well-practised answering, Jenny sought confirmation that she hadn't misheard him.

"Sex?" He smiled and looked directly into her eyes. He loved these mind-games, toying with them and confusing them; all as a lead-up to the subject he sought to approach.

"People and their sexual behaviour," he said calmly.

"Oh! I see. Well I hadn't really thought of the sexual side."

He looked at her, a serious and set expression that contained a hint of question.

"Didn't you Jenny?" he said knowingly. "Didn't the thought of sex even cross your mind for an instant?"

"No, of course not," she responded defensively. He closed the folder and placed it casually next to him on the settee.

"Very well. Let's change subject shall we. Where do you live Jenny? Describe your neighbourhood to me."

Slightly bemused, Jenny relaxed a little more. She crossed her legs and instantly wished that she hadn't. His eyes moved to look beneath her skirt, to view the expanse of lower thigh that was offered from her new position.

"A good area, suburban," Jenny began confidently. "I live in a neat semi-detached..."