Lately she had had a writer's block, having a hard time finishing that last book long due. She decided to close her flat in London and go to the country. She ended up in a small village in Yorkshire, where she rented a bungalow. The village was calm and friendly. In one of her walks she came across an old mansion, with a beautiful garden. Asking around, she was told there lived Lady Stanmore, a widow.
One afternoon she received an invitation form Lady Stanmore for tea. She invitation said her chauffeur would pick her up at 4:00 pm the following day. The invitation left no room for a refusal.
The following day, at 4:00, there was a knock at her door. When she opened it, there stood a dark and very handsome stranger, in a chauffeur's uniform. He drove her to the mansion.
Arriving there, she was taken into a beautifully decorated room, where Lady Stanmore was waiting for her. She was tall, very thin, her grey hair was set in a loose bun at the base of her neck. Her clear blues eyes were lively, and she was still very beautiful.
After taking their tea, and some small talk, Lady Stanmore told Samantha why she had called her. Her husband had been an avid collector of erotica items, and had a vast collection of sculptures, drawings and literature. He had been very proud of his collection, and only close friends knew about it. He had died 10 years ago, and she now thought it was time to bring this collection to a public view. She wanted to have the whole collection catalogued, and sold in auction. And she wanted Samantha to do this for her. She knew that her knowledge of erotica would be very useful in presenting each piece in the catalogue. And there were also some sketches and short stories written by Samuel Davidson, a collection sought by all erotica lovers, and never seen by anyone. Samantha was delighted, she had always dreamt of finding his sketches. She asked to see the collection before accepting the job. Lady Stanmore called Mario, the chauffeur, and asked him to take Samantha to the collection.
He took her through some corridors, and into a large room, where the collection was on display. He left her there.
She started walking around the room. She saw the most exquisite sculptures, delicate, in wood and ivory. Couples coupling, in the strangest positions, women making love, groups, an array of pieces that started making her stomach twitch with pleasure. She was drawn to a small figurine, a woman in an 1800 costume, her eyes closed, her face showing so much pleasure, her hands clutching the full skirt of her dress. She picked the figurine up, intrigued with it. When she turned it around, she saw through the opened skirts, the reason for the woman's face: a dwarf was between her legs, pleasuring her with his tongue. Samantha's heart skipped a beat, she was breathless. Without noticing, her hands were on her breasts, gentling stroking them. She took in deep breaths, and moved on. In the corner of the room, in a glass case, she saw the sketches and the short stories by Samuel Davidson. She could not believe her eyes! The legendary works of Davidson, such a well kept secret most people thought they were just tales. She wanted to touch them, go through them, but the case was locked.
She found her way back to the living room, where Lady Stanmore was. She told her she would be delighted to take over the job of cataloguing the pieces, and asked if she would also be auctioning Davidson's pieces. Lady Stanmore said those pieces would be the only ones she would keep, but that depending on Samantha's work, she would allow her to go through the sketches and the stories, and even write about them. They decided that Samantha would start the following day, and arranged for Mario to pick her up at 10:00 am.
Samantha was intrigued with Mario, he seemed to have a strong relationship with the old lady, care for her, look after her. He looked Mediterranean, dark skin, incredibly dark and intense eyes, that seemed to take in every bit of her. She felt quite uneasy near him. The following day, he was at her door at exactly 10:00 am. It was hot, Samantha had a light summery dress on. Again disturbed in the presence of this man, she swiftly got into the car.
Arriving at the mansion, she was taken to the collection and left there. She started studying each piece carefully, and taking down notes. But working with these highly erotic pieces was making her horny, she was starting to feel very uncomfortable. Little did she know, that behind one of the walls, through a false glass, Lady Stanmore and Mario were watching her. Lady Stanmore, sensing that Samantha was ready, told Mario to go fetch her. He had now taken off his chauffeur uniform, and had on black high-waist trousers and a white shirt. Mario entered the room, and asked Samantha to follow him. He took her to Lady Stanmore, and she asked Sam if she was willing to go through a test. She wanted to be sure Sam was up to taking over this job completely. Sam, intrigued, decided to go for it. Mario took her to another room. It had very little furnishing, just some cases that held sculptures even more beautiful than the ones Sam had seen before.
In one case, a woman kissing a man was being pleasured by another woman. In another, a man was taking a woman from behind, while she had another man's cock in her mouth. Samantha was breathless, panting. In the middle of the room there were two long chains hanging from the ceiling, with a manacle at each end. On the floor, two more manacles. Mario, slowly, came near her, his dark eyes fixed on hers. Without a word, he blindfolded her, and taking her to the centre of the room, fastened her wrists to the manacles hanging from the chains. Her arms were held high enough not to be too uncomfortable, but enough that she could not move them much. He then fastened the floor manacles to her ankles. With one swift movement, he tore her dress off her. Samantha caught her breath, and was about to scream, when she felt a gentle touch to her breast. She shivered, waiting for more. She felt her panties being torn off, and stood still. And then it started.... gentle touches all over her body. Starting on her face, the most incredible soft hands caressed her, gently going over every corner of her face. Than those hands went to her neck, down her shoulders and stopped at her breasts. There, with more force, they pinched her nipples, and she could feel them hardening at once.
And then she felt lips, at first just gently kissing her nipples, than sucking them with so much force, she couldn't stop moaning. These same lips went down to her stomach, kissing her, licking her. Samantha's whole body was on fire, trembling. Those hot lips continued on their journey down her body, while the hands caressed her all along. Those hands and lips ended on her pubic hairs. Gently the hands separated her lips, and she felt a warm tongue probing her clitoris, licking it until it was a hard pearl. Sam was trembling, soon to reach a peak of no return. While she was being sucked, fingers were entering her vagina, with fast and sure movements, and she could no longer hold all the tensions created by those hands and lips.
A powerful climax washed over her, and she moaned out loud, shivering from the pleasure. The hands continued to caress her, now gently stroking her buttocks, her thighs, prolonging that pleasure. After some time, they stopped, and she was left there hanging for a while longer. Than the hand manacles were unfastened and so were the ankle ones. Still blindfolded, she was carried from the room, and taken to a bed, covered with silk sheets, and she fell asleep.
She woke up some hours later, feeling wonderful. On a chair next to the bed, were a dress and some underwear. She went into the bathroom, and took a long hot shower. Got dressed and left the room. Finding her way through the long corridors, she went into the living room where Lady Stanmore was. Without any comments from her about what had happened, she told Samantha it would probably be best if she came to stay at the mansion in order to have more time to catalogue all the pieces. And this way, she could also look into Davidson's collection in her spare time. Samantha agreed, and Mario took her to the bungalow to pick up her things. He was strangely quiet, did not utter a single word.
She put some things into a suitcase and he drove her back to the house. In getting there, after arranging her things in her new room, she went into the collection room and started to work. Lord Stanmore had been very proud of this collection and had gone through great lengths to keep as much information as possible on each piece, therefore her job was not so difficult. And it went on for some days. Mario made himself scarce, she rarely saw him. But the burning sensation in the pit of her stomach was still there, every time she saw him.
Her work was almost finished there. The catalogue was going to be printed, and Lady Stamnore asked Sam to go to London to arrange all with the auction house and the printers. Mario would drive her, and she would stay at Lady Stanmore's house in Eaton Square.
They arrived at about noon, and after dropping off her things at the house, they went to see the printers. Later in the afternoon, Mario drove her to the auction house, where Sam arranged for the auction to take place in one month. By now, everybody already knew the collection was going to become public, and the auctioneer did not want to waste any time.
It was 8 o'clock at night when she finished arranging everything. She was famished, but did not want to go to a restaurant to eat. Mario said that the maid at the house could fix up a meal for her in no time. They went back, Samantha took a nice bath, while the maid was fixing supper. When she came down, the table was set, and Samantha sat down. But now Mario was serving, the maid had gone to her room. After she finished eating, Mario told her he would serve coffee in the library. It was a handsome room, mahogany furniture, bookcases filled with books, a beautiful fireplace with a glazing fire. She browsed through the books, the various photographs on the mantelpiece. Mario came into the room with the coffee and served her. Then he asked her if she would care for a brandy or a cognac. And she asked him to accompany her. She sat on the sofa, he was standing near the fireplace.
She could feel his eyes on her, but was afraid of looking at him and denouncing the fire that was within her. After some moments of embarrassing silence, Mario went near her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her, at first gently, but then with a fierce passion that took her breath away. Their hands started searching each other, trying to undo the buttons of their clothes, the zipper of his pants, the lock of her bra, while their mouths were locked in a prolonged kiss, their tongues avidly touching, sucking, hot and wet. When they were both naked, Mario carried her to the thick carpet in front of the fireplace and placed her gently on it. And with immense pleasure, started stroking every part of her body, arising her desire for him. She was burning, longing to be part of this man that touched her so deeply. He kissed her breasts, sucking them gently. Played with their nipples until they were so hard they hurt. Then he kissed her stomach, and his mouth went further down, until it found her clitoris. He stayed there, kissing and licking it.
Samantha's hands were entangled in his hair, gently forcing his head down. She moaned with pleasure. Mario slid his fingers in her vagina, caressing the silken walls. As he increased the pulse and the depth of his thrusts, he continued kissing her clitoris, and in a short while Samantha felt a powerful climax wash over her. He continued his caresses until her orgasm was over. He took her in his arms and held her tight until her heart started beating more peacefully. Then it was Sam's turn to pleasure him. Gently holding his cock in her hands, she began kissing it lightly. Licking it, biting it, until she felt it was hard and almost fully-grown. Than she put it in her mouth, sucking it. Mario moaned with pleasure, caressing her back, shoulders, stroking her hair. She did not stop, she could feel it pulsating in her mouth, small drops coming from its head.
She increased her pace, and was sure he would come at any time. But than he suddenly pulled out of her mouth. Surprised, she looked up at him, and saw the burning desire in his eyes. He took her, laid her down, and she welcomed him opening her legs wide. Leaning towards her, Mario gently slid his cock into her open sex. He began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her, pushing and twisting slightly, so that he caressed every portion of her. Samantha was moaning loudly, taken away by the pleasure this man could make her feel. He seemed to know exactly how she was feeling, and caressed her nipples, increasing the pleasure. His movements became faster now, and she could feel he was about to reach his climax, but was waiting for hers. And in seconds, they both reached their orgasms, in such a way, that it seemed one only.
The pleasure, combined with the astonishment of reaching such peak, filled Samantha with a myriad of wonderful sensations, lust, passion, and love for this strange man that had given her so much. She cried his name out loud, and could hear him gently calling hers. He than held her in his arms, still feeling the walls of her vagina tightening around his cock, and kissed her long and deep. Her heart was pounding strongly in her chest, he could feel it beat in his. He caressed her arms, the side of her thighs, her face, waiting for her to calm down. Only than did he pull out of her. He lay next to her, holding her tight in an embrace. Sated and exhausted, she fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning she woke up in bed, she had not felt him carry her upstairs. Mario was nowhere to be found, the maid was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She sat down to eat, and waited for some time for him to show up. Then she decided to go over to her flat. It was a twenty-minute walk from the house, and she enjoyed that beautiful sunny day. The streets were filled with people, all welcoming that unusual summery day in May. After going through her flat, checking if all was fine, she decided to go for a walk in Kensington Gardens. There she saw children playing, couples laying down on the laws, taking in the sun, talking, kissing, having fun. Sam felt a strange emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She had always been a loner. She had been married once, briefly. She had had lovers, but they had not lasted long either. She had always attracted a lot of attention, not only because of her beauty, but also because of her writings.
But her independent ways always ended up scaring away those who tried getting too near her. And most of the time she was happy with this situation, having occasional lovers fulfilled her physical needs and left her free of any commitments. But today, this was not enough. She felt the need to have someone next to her, someone to share her life with, a friend, a lover, all in one. She was saddened with these thoughts, she knew Mario could be this man, but that it would never happen. His relationship with the old lady was far too great, he would never leave her. And Sam did not want to risk and take him as an occasional lover, she knew it would not be enough. She went back to her flat, called Lady Stanmore, told her of all the arrangements she had made, and said she would not be returning to the house. She promised she would see the auction through, and asked Lady Stanmore to have her stuff delivered to her flat in London. The old lady, in her wisdom, could sense Sam's uneasiness, and knew what had happened. But decided not to question Sam's decision, and said they would see each other on the day of the auction.
Sam went back to finishing her book, and was able to deliver it in time. The auction day was approaching and once more she felt the emptiness of her life. Her heart told her she should not go, but she knew she could not fail the old lady that had had so much faith on her. On the day of the auction, she dressed very businesslike, and met Lady Stanmore at the auction house. Mario was not there, and with a sting of disappointment mixed with relief, she sat next to Lady Stanmore throughout the auction. All the pieces were taken, at much higher prices than expected. After all was finished, the old lady thanked Sam for her help, and promised to keep in touch. She said she had a present for Samantha, and that it would be delivered to her the following day. She also told Sam that she could use the notes she had taken on Davidson's works to write a book, and that she could come to the house whenever she wanted to check on them again.
The following day, someone knocked at her door. There was Mario, with a small package in his hands, and a briefcase next to him. Surprised, she asked him to come in. Opening the package, she saw the figurine that had so much attracted her attention on the first day she saw the collection, with a note from Lady Stanmore, thanking her once more for her incredible job. The note also said that she hoped Samantha's life would now not be void of companionship, she was releasing Mario of his duties, he had served her long enough, and it was time he had his own life back. Sam's heart filled with love for this old and wise woman, who had taught her so much, and given her the most incredible present. She welcomed Mario into her arms and into her life.