Estelle

“I’d sooner spend time with you, Marcus, my love, than have a present,” she explained.

Marcus smiled knowingly, and gave Estelle a deep, mouth-probing kiss. “Let me get up and take a shower, then I’ll tell you about your present” he said as he regretfully pulled away from his lover and sat up. He motioned for Estelle to stay as she was and said, “No, love, you just stay there, no need to clean yourself up at all just yet, I want to take with me the beautiful image of you are now – it will take away the tedium of the flight.”

Estelle smiled her acceptance of Marcus’ regret at leaving her, but she also knew that her lover liked to see her fully and obscenely exposed, with his thick, slimy spunk slowly leaking from her well-used arse. “Ok, darling, hurry up then, though I can’t possibly think of anything that will make up for you not being with me.”

Estelle lay on the bed smoking as Marcus took a shower and then dressed. She admired his fine, strong body as he towelled dry and then dressed, once again resuming his immaculately dressed appearance.

Marcus came over to where Estelle lay and leaned down to give her a little kiss, being careful not to get much of her vivid red lipstick on him, though admiring that her mouth was totally covered in red lipstick smears and her once-perfect makeup, smudged. She did indeed look like the well-used whore she was.

“Okay, my love, now for your little present,” Marcus told her, “I knew that you wanted fucking all night, but I’m so sorry that I couldn’t,” he explained, “so, my darling, I hope that this will make up for your disappointment.”

Estelle wondered what beautiful piece of jewellery her lover might bestow on her, but watched as Marcus left the bedroom with a wide, beaming smile.

She was amazed as Marcus returned some seconds later followed by two of the biggest men she had ever seen.

“My love, allow me to introduce my most faithful security officers. This is Bruno,” he said indicating the man on his right, “and this is Winston,” he said indicating the man on his left. Both men were black with bald, shaven heads, and were even taller than Marcus. Even though wearing expensive suits, it was immediately evident to Estelle from their huge barrel chests and extremely muscular physiques; Bruno and Winston were in supreme physical shape. “Wow!” she thought.