I made my money running a escort agency, I started as a driver ferrying the girls back and forth from jobs then got moved up to running the agency when the founders family had some family problems and had to move on. The girls decided what they do and don’t want to do and when they want to work and all I do is place the adverts and run the phones to take the bookings, I don’t consider myself to be a PIMP but everyone’s got there own opinions.

The agency is very successful and I have opened various parlours over the country, also I have bought numerous houses and flats from them to operate from. The main problem I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new business ideas.

My best friends brother’s girlfriend was interested in buying the hair saloon that she worked in when it came up for sale but was unable to raise the finances, my mate asked me if I would interested in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know nothing about running a hair saloon but Sara really interested me, mid thirties she is a cross country runner with a lovely body. I had a lunch with her where we discussed how the business was doing and how we could improve on the business, she flirted like crazy and the idea really appealed so I made the funds available to buy the business.

Sara took over the business, and I became a silent partner. We re-decorated the premises and made an upstairs space into different treatment rooms, I also ensured that a top of the range security system was installed and within three months the business was flourishing.

Everything was going fine until my mate told me that Sara and Ben (his brother) had split up and Ben had moved back into his dads house, Sara was refusing to move out of there home even though the mortgage was nearly two thousand pound a month, on taking the business over Sara had upgraded her car to a flash Mercedes sports car, basically her out goings where greater than her income and I needed to find out how she was making ends meet. I went through the CCTV footage as it soon became apparent that Sara was helping herself to the takings under ringing various appointments and pocketing the money at the end of the night and it wasn’t just recent the recordings showed she had been doing it for at least six months. I compiled a dossier and arranged to meet up with her.

It was a very confident Sara that met me for lunch; she acted like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. We chatted about how the business was doing and how we could improve turnover, we chatted about her splitting up with Ben and how it had affected her, I asked if she was ok financially and if she needed any additional help all the time propping for little glimpses of weakness, the meal came to an end and Sara was rounding up our conversation by saying how everything would be ok and that I shouldn’t worry, I took the opportunity to hand over a copy of the evidence I had collected and sat and watched as the colour drained from her face.

I had computer stills of her taking the money out of the till and placing it in her bag, I showed her footage on my iPad of her under ringing transactions, I even had some of my escorts going into the premises having treatments done her charging them full price and giving them receipts whilst pocketing the difference. The evidence against her was huge Sara tried to feebly explain that since Ben had left things had been tight but the evidence showed that it went back before that, she was stuck. As she sat at the table sobbing I told her I wanted her to think of a solution to the problem by the weekend whereby we could move on from the situation without me having to report her to the police.

It was a completely different Sara that came to my door Friday evening, she had been on to my mate to have a word with me about the cash, but he told her he couldn’t get involved. Shed been on to her step dad Steve because he knew a few naughty people, the problem was I knew the same people and they where told the position was both business and personal and had decided to stay out of it. Sara really didn’t have any way to turn to make the problem go away and had decided to offer her resignation from the salon. She told me that selling her home wouldn’t make any difference as she had negative equity and could only offer five grand towards what she had taken.

This information wasn’t new to me and as I said before I don’t make my girls do any thing they don’t want to do. I had an offer for Sara, one that would benefit me greatly but would also offer her a glimpse of hope. I explained that her leaving really wouldn’t benefit me or the business as she had regular’s customers who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely nothing of running a salon and had no intention of tying myself up with learning the ropes, I needed her to stay at the business and she needed to carry on working to pay off her mortgage, quite simply I wanted her to be my slave.

She looked horrified at the prospect, some how I don’t believe she thought I was serious, so I went over the facts again this time explaining that she owed me £24k plus six months interest, if the police got involved she would have a criminal record and no job, her name would be in the local papers and the chances of getting another job would be pretty slim. Shed loose her home her car and would probably have to move back in with her mum. Or if she willing became my slave she could keep every thing, it wasn’t as if she had a boyfriend so she wouldn’t be cheating, all that would change is that she would be at my beck call to do anything I wanted her to do. I told her to go away again and think about it and get in contact with me within 24 hours. Sara ran out of my house crying but I knew deep down she didn’t have an option.

Saturday afternoon Sara phoned me and just said “ok” I told her I wanted her at my home at 8 that night, dressed sexily and we would go over what I expected from her in more details. 8 on the dot there was a knock at the door in walked a sexy yet upset Sara, she looked down at the floor as she walked into my front room and stood waiting for instructions. I walked around inspecting my new play thing; I squeezed her tits through blouse and playfully smacked her arse. I then told her to remove her clothes so the fun could begin.

Hesitantly she removed her clothes and folded them up and placed them on the back of the chair. Sara tried to hide her modesty from me by folding her arms across her chest and placing a hand over crotch. I told her to put her arms down by the side of her waist and to push her chest out. Her pussy hair had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will keep it shaved completely and will send me daily pictures. Her breasts where magnificent, not enormous but a nice handful, I lifted each one away from her chest and sucked gently on her nipples. Sara’s breathing started to increase and I placed my fingers at her pussy entrance and felt her dampness. I told her to open her legs wider and I easily pushed my fingers inside.

I then instructed her to kneel down in front of me and get my cock out of my trousers; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my belt and buttons on my jeans. I watched as she fished my hardening cock out of the confines of boxer shorts and licked her lips in preparation. In all honesty Sara’s blow job skills lacked a lot to be desired; she gingerly licked up and down my shaft and only got half of my member into her mouth, using her left hand to hold the base of my cock she used her right to wank me off whilst licking the tip of cock. I told her to take her hands away and only use her mouth, there was a look of panic in her eyes as I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth, she started to gag and her hands rushed up to push me away, I slapped her hands away and held her head still, telling her that I now owned her and she would have to learn quickly if she wanted this arrangement to work. After fifteen minutes of abusing her face I could feel the pressure building up in my balls, I told her to swallow the load of I would make her lick up what was spilt. Sara gave it a reasonable go at swallowing my load and only a small amount dripped down onto her tits. I wiped my cock over her face and told her to stay where she was.

In my experience of dealing with people if the punishment I was dealing out is going to be greater than the retribution they would receive from the authorities the whole deal would be in jeopardy, I mean there is nothing more I would of liked to do than have Sara spread herself over my coffee table and I destroy her arse, but having her leave my home and go to the police claiming rape with my sperm in her bowels wouldn’t result in the night ending how I had planned.

Also a recent stag night that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining vital information. Ben had gone into great depth how Sara was not the most exciting women in the bedroom; sex was a twice weekly occasion (at most) and was either missionary or her on top. Oral sex was for special occasions (Christmas or birthday) and he had only managed to have anal sex with her once in six years and that was after she had got drunk at her sisters wedding. This was all about to change for her; it would just take a while before it became normal practice for her.

I went to my playroom and retrieved a dildo and a Hitachi wand; I handed these items to Sara and told her I wanted to watch her play with herself. I then turned on a porno and watched as she licked her fingers and rubbed her pussy, within five minutes she was pushing three fingers in and out of her pussy as she warmed herself up for the dildo, gradually she eased the toy inside herself and started to rub her clit with the wand. The toy glistened as she became aroused and the colour flushed to her cheeks, soon she was slamming herself down onto the toy and pushing the wand hard against her clit. I watched as the sweat built up on her forehead and looked her straight in the eye as she shuddered to her first orgasm. Sara stopped rubbing her clit and started to remove the dildo, I told her to stop and to carry on playing with her pussy until the film ended. Sara smiled at me and carried on fucking herself.

I watched as she brought herself off five times during the film and she was physically weak by the end of it. I told her to crawl over to where I was sitting and suck my cock again. A wobbly Sara eased herself off of the dildo and crawled over to where I was sitting, she carefully licked and sucked the pre cum from my cock and then attempted to swallow my member. Again she offered a reasonable blow job and her reward was my sperm down her throat. I then told her to get dressed and leave me for the rest of the night.

story by: Bedsdaz71

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Author: Bedsdaz71

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