Fifty Shades of A (featuring Alex)


It was the day that changed my life completely! One of those moments that you don’t see coming and totally alters the way you look at world. I got out of bed that day thinking about the dullness ahead of me; writing some piece about potholes or youngsters dropping litter or something along those tedious lines, and there was Charlie, my flat mate, fellow trainee reporter and all-round besty, lying spark-out on the sofa with man-flu.

Charlie had been given the slightly daunting yet prestigious task of interviewing the increasingly infamous Alex Angel who had swiftly become a successful entrepreneur and owner of the AA publishing firm; a company that published erotic magazines and manufactured sex toys. She was a local girl and now a self-made woman and as a result had been the focus of much local interest, even if the subject of her literature had not met the approval of every parishioner. Us local trainee hacks were rarely given these interesting jobs but somehow this one got pushed through to Charlie. However, poor sofa-stricken Charlie’s big moment had slipped through his fingers and it was now I that had to meet the fascinating Miss Angel.

“All of the questions are on my notepad”, Charlie whined through his blocked up nose. “Just stick to the script”.

“Yeah, cheers mate,” I replied, feeling apprehensive as to how this would work out.

Charlie had done all the research on Alex and had rounded up quite a collection of photos of her. I had only seen them briefly. She was certainly a stunning looking girl, with big brown eyes and a very compelling face.

“Laters, mate” I called out to him as I closed out flat door and ventured into the fresh spring morning.


I arrived at the headquarters of AA Publishing. It was a tall office block of tinted glass. The large lobby which was clean and bright and to my astonishment all of the staff were young, handsome, shirtless men, with toned bodies and broad facial features.

I nervously introduced myself to a male receptionist feeling shabby and overdressed in a brown t-shirt and jeans. I followed one of the adonises to an office with a tall brown doorway. By the time I got there I was feeling quite intimidated which was not the best state of mind to be in. However, I knocked on the door and pushed it open when I heard Alex call out. But, I pushed the door too hard and fell through on to the floor. I glanced up, feeling mortified, and there was Alex standing behind her desk, staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

“You must be Charlie”, she said, after an intense pause.

“Ah, no”, I replied, struggling to my feet. “Charlie is feeling a bit rough so they sent me instead. I’m Christian. Christian Duck”, I bumbled, fumbling for Charlie’s Notepad.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Duck”, she replied, with a smile reaching her lips.

“Oh, I prefer Christian. In fact, call me Chris”

Alex didn’t reply. She was tall with shoulder length golden hair, deep-set eyes, high cheek bones and a well formed face. Her midriff was tantalisingly revealed beneath a white short-sleeve blouse that was tied in the middle and above a petite tartan skirt. Although I was trying not to stare I could make out some interesting body art around her waist and on her forearm.

“Well sit down then, Chris”, she replied after a while. I sat on a black leather chair feeling tense. “You have some questions for me?” she asked.

“Yes, I have. If that’s alright?” I asked looking down at Charlie’s list. I was feeling a mixture of nerves and stupidity at my farcical entrance so I read the first question verbatim. “You’ve built your business up from scratch. To what do you…”

“…owe your success?” Alex finished the question. She looked at me with amusement whilst I felt ashamed and annoyed at the predictability of the question.

“Well, you must be very good at what you do”, I floundered.

“Oh no Chris, not at all”, she smiled. “In fact, I’m very bad. You see I’m a very bad girl!”

My mouth was dry and I could feel sweat tingle on my brow tingle. She walked slowly to the front of her desk and sat up on it. Then she crossed her magnificent long legs revealing an expanse of teasing bare thigh above some knee-length leather boots. Immediately, I felt my cock stiffen.

“Do you have another question?” she asked.

I looked down at Charlie’s notes and read out the next one without looking up; “Are you gay?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just asked her. I was ringing with embarrassment. I looked at her face and thankfully she was smiling.

“I began as a young model, about two years ago, fascinated by the pornography business,” she declared, as though she had rehearsed a speech. “Then I realised I could make a lot of money by producing my own magazines and sex toys and making them, well, a bit different to the mainstream stuff. So soon, with a lot of hard work and dedication and focus on customer satisfaction, my little empire grew to what you see around you. Are you not writing this down?”

It was then I realised I did not have a pen with me.

“Urh, no. Don’t worry. I’m sure I can remember all of that,” I said thinking I really should be going. I stood up covering my erection with Charlie’s Notepad.

“Well, thank you for your time Miss Angel,” I said as cheerfully as I could. “I must be getting off.”

“It’s a shame you have to go so soon,” she replied. “You have such firm, strong arms. I could get you a job here if you liked”

“Oh no, don’t worry I have a part time job at B&Qs. I don’t think I would fit in here”, I replied filling up with hot blushes.

Alex smiled again. Her eyes followed me as I made my way to the door. “For the record”, she called out. “I am bi-sexual. I have relationships with women as well as men and I like pussy almost as much as I like cock”.

“Ahh, OK. Thanks for that,” I added with a forced polite smile. I fumbled for the door handle, stepped out onto the hallway and looked up at the ceiling. Well, that couldn’t have gone much bloody worse, I thought to myself. I doubt if I will be seeing Alex Angel again.



The next day I went to work. A trainee’s salary is not that good so I got a part-time job at a small branch of B&Qs. I was soon feeling restless and bored after spending half an hour at the back of the store bringing in a stock order. It was a dull, time-consuming job ticking off everything that was on the order list and checking for breakages. My concentration was broken when Isabel, a young busty Welsh lass, brought me a mug of coffee.

“There’s a woman in the shop wearing an unbelievably tight vest and tiny denim shorts,” Isabel announced. “She’s got amazing legs too”, she went on to whisper.

Naturally, curiosity got the better of me, so I went around to the front counter. There was Alex, staring directly at me, with that same, beguiling smile that had followed me out of her office. The mug smashed on to the floor!

“Mr Duck, what a pleasant surprise” she said.

“It’s Chris. Just call me Chris”, I replied as I stood paralysed with shock.

“I was in the area and I needed to pick up a few things”, she smiled. “Do you stock cable ties?”

“We do, I can show you if you like,”

“Please, lead the way”

I led her to where the cable ties were and handed her a pack. It felt as though her eyes were penetrating me from behind as she followed.

“Do you need anything else?” I asked with a dry mouth.

“Masking tape” she replied.

I pulled open a drawer and handed her two rolls; a two-inch and a one-inch roll.

“Are you redecorating?” I asked.

“No”, she replied curtly.

“Do you want anything else?”

“Yes”, she responded, gazing deeply into my eyes. “Rope”.

I cut her about five metres of red rope.

“There you are. Now you’re the complete serial killer” I quipped.

“Not today”, she replied, and smiled. “By the way, I owe you a coffee”

“You do?”

“I think my appearance made you drop yours just now”

“Oh, don’t worry about that”

“Well, if you change your mind, you’ll find my number on here.”

She handed me a small business card and with that she sauntered out of the shop. I stared after her focusing on the amazing wiggle of her arse in the tight denim shorts.  I may have been intimidated by her, slightly anxious by her sudden appearance, but I was very, very, aroused!



Beer had been flowing all afternoon, and by now the evening was in full swing. Well, England had beaten Wales in the Six-Nations so me, a healthier Charlie, some of our other mates and Isabel from the shop had been celebrating in one of the High Street pubs that had shown the match on the big screen. Well, Isabel understandably hadn’t been cheering on England, but when it came to drinking, she was certainly keeping up with the boys.

Music was pumping out of the jukebox and the place was filling up with high-spirits and frivolity. Earlier, Charlie had told everybody about my adventure with the mysterious Alex Angel. Naturally I took a lot pf piss-taking which I thought I had handled pretty well. However, Charlie kept asking me if I was OK, which was starting to annoy me.

“You seem like you’re miles away,” he had said leaning over me, breathing alcohol fumes everywhere. “You’re not still thinking about that Alex bird are you.”

“Of course not,” I protested, trying to wriggle away from him. “I’m fine mate. Honestly”.

But the truth was I had been thinking about Alex all day long. The image of her pert tits behind that vest, that arse wiggle in those shorts, her glorious long legs in the black boots and her teasing, fascinating, alluring smile was now playing relentlessly with  my intoxicated brain. It was hard to concentrate on the talk that was going on around me. Isabel had noticed something was wrong too. She didn’t say anything, but I could sense it.

Another round of jagerbombs was swiftly emptied and the unfilled glasses were slammed down on the bar. More beer followed and I felt my vision become blurred. I could also feel my stomach churn. I’m not usually such a lightweight, I thought to myself as I pushed my way through the crowd to the toilet.

I stood still trying to pee but all I could think about was Alex. I gave up and went outside to the smoking area. There I pulled out my phone and the card Alex had given me. What the fuck, I thought, so I punched in the number.

She answered.

“Iz zat Alex? Iz zat Alex Angel?”

“Is that you Chris?”

“Look, all I wanted to zay waz I think you’re amazing! And I think you got amazing legs too”

“Have you been drinking Chris? Where are you?”

“And I alzo wanted to zay zorry about the other day, you know, falling over and turning up without a pen…. and all that.”

“Drinking is not good Chris. You can’t be in control if you are drunk”

“Not thatz very very true. I’m really not in control at all right now! You’ve hit the hail on the ned. I mean the head on the nail.”

“Stay where you are Chris, I’m coming to get you,”

Those words hit me like a cricket bat and sobered me up slightly. I ended the call and stared at the phone. How could she know where I was? I was propping myself up against a wooded pole that was holding up the canvas for the smoking area. I must have been there for a good fifteen minutes, with my head tilting and my brain rushing. What do I do now? I wondered.

Isabel came out of the back door. “You OK?” she asked, staring into my face. I didn’t reply so she put her arms around me. I thought she was about to kiss me, which I wouldn’t have minded particularly. “Come on Christian, I’ll take you home,” she said.

“It’s Chris,” came a voice from behind. “He prefers to be called Chris.” It was Alex.

“Oh, is that right?” said Isabel, looking peeved. “Come on Christian, let me take you home. You should stay away from this girl. She’s trouble.”

Alex came over, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Isabel.

“Chris, you are coming back to mine”, instructed Alex. “My chauffeur, Gabriella, has a car ready.”

“No, stay away from her Christian,” said Isabel desperately. “Come home with me.”

I looked at Isabel.

And then I looked at Alex.

And then, I think, I was sick!



I was aware of daylight. Then I was aware that my mouth felt like it had been scraped out with sandpaper. I had a throbbing in my forehead and my muscles were weak and creaky. I prised my eyes open and squinted as I looked around me. Where the fuck was I?

I lifted my head off the pillow in bewilderment. I was in a bedroom, but not mine. I was undressed, covered only by a duvet, but I don’t remember taking my clothes off. I tried piecing together the jigsaw of last night. There was Vodka shots and jagerbombs; the thought of which made me want to heave. There was rugby… and Charlie… and Isabel… and…..

The door opened and Alex entered wearing a short silk gown and a big smile.

“Good morning,” she said, looking amused.

I tried opening my mouth but nothing came out.

“Tea or water?” she asked. “I don’t recommend coffee as you need rehydrating and coffee won’t do that.”

“Tea would be great,” I croaked.

Alex left and returned a few minutes later with a tray containing tea, toast and marmalade. She laid it on the bed and then sat with me. I had to admit I was starving so I quickly devoured a slice and slurped down some tea.

“Drinking shows a complete lack of discipline,” she suddenly announced.

I didn’t know what to say so I carried on munching.

“When you’re drunk you have no authority or control over any situation,” she continued. “I don’t like to see you drunk, Chris.”

“What happened last night?” I asked, keen to change the conversation.

“I took you home and we slept together,” Alex replied in a very calm and deadpan manner.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, in shock. “Did we…?”

She looked at me as if to say, ‘don’t be daft’.

She removed the tray and to my astonishment pulled back the duvet and slipped underneath it. My customary morning, hangover-induced, semi hard-on was already growing and having Alex’s warm, near naked body snuggling up to me soon made it rocket. Alex knew this, of course and while gazing into my eyes, gently began to stroke it.

“I don’t approve of drinking,” she whispered. “But I do know how to get rid of a hangover.”

And with that promise she slid down the bed and took hold of my rigid cock. She licked up and down my shaft and then onto my balls, while caressing my helmet with her fingers. Then she engulfed it with her mouth and began to suck furiously. My head was spinning with euphoria and I stared up at the ceiling. Never had I received such a passionate and lustful blow-job.

She pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her throat, all the while slurping and spitting and gagging. Harder and further down she pushed it as though she was punishing her tonsils. I glanced down and could see her eyes were watering and bloodshot. Choking and gurgling noises slipped from her mouth as she continued to push her throat down on my cock with fierce determination.

The blow-jobs I had received in the past were always fun, but slightly half-hearted. They were as though the girl thought she had to do it routinely. I hadn’t experienced anything like this before.

I looked down at Alex and a giant roar began to well up inside me. It felt as though a frenzy of power was taking over as she continued to gargle and dribble. This powerful intimidating woman now looked pathetic and at the mercy of my dominance.  And what a filthy whore she is too. She hardly knows me and she’s sucking me dry! I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down as hard as I could and held it there. That’ll teach you, I thought to myself. She sounded like she was retching so I slowly let her up. She looked at me with tears streaming from her eyes and saliva cascading down her chin.

I didn’t know which was this was going to go. Either I had gone too far or not far enough. That question was quickly answered when Alex rolled over and lay on her back horizontally along the bed. She shuffled up so her head was hanging off the side of it. “Fuck my throat, you bastard”, she called out. “And fuck it hard”.

I leapt up and hovered over her head with the end of my cock just inches away from her chin. Never had I experienced such a strong urge to completely dominate a woman. This bitch has it coming, were the words racing through my head. I looked down at her, all open-mouthed like some weak and wretched hatchling. I slapped her face. “You want this?” I shouted with my hard cock jabbing at her mouth. She opened her mouth even wider.

I shoved it forcefully as fast as I could and pumped away with hard thrusts. The mattress squeaked and the bed rocked with my sheer energy. I ripped open her gown and gasped at her body; ample broad tits with large nipples and some dazzling artwork tattooed down to a shaven pussy. The sight of this got me so aroused I could feel my balls release their load. Please not yet, I thought. Just a few more deep hard fucks!

Those final thrusts pushed me over the edge. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and watched as my spunk shot over her face and joined all the spit and dribble that she was already covered with. I let out a loud groan as my knees trembled and I panted rapidly. She lay there, passive and content, with a face swimming in spit and cum. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You were worth the effort.”



Alex insisted I took a shower while she sorted out some clean clothes. The warm jet of water poured over me as I thought about what had just taken place. I have never been gripped that way before; by a feeling of sheer dominance. For just a few minutes it felt like a beast inside me had been unleashed and had taken complete control. I had to admit, the feeling was incredible.

I turned off the shower and stepped onto the cool bathroom tiles. Alex’s flat was very modern and tastefully decorated. It was at the top of the block which afforded the rooms a glorious view across the town: a perfect little palace for the princess of porn.

“I’ve left some clean clothes for you on the bed”, she called out.

“Thanks,” I replied. “By the way, you were amazing just now.” I felt a little silly when I said that but the image of her on the bed had not left me.

“Have you never fucked a girl’s face before?” She asked.

“Err… No I haven’t,” I answered, as I continued to dry myself.

She laughed. “You’ll be telling me next that you’ve never fucked a girl in the arse before.”

I looked down at my drooping cock, which looked exasperated. “We won’t tell her just yet,” I whispered to it.



I went back to the bedroom and found the clothes she had left me: black t-shirt and jeans. Not my usual choice of colour, but I put them on anyway. Alex entered the room, her heaving bosoms were pressed firmly under a tight little vest and her bare thighs teased between the bottom of a short leather skirt and the top of her black knee-length boots. She smiled at me.

But that smile disappeared quickly when I asked; “So, are we now like girlfriend and boyfriend?”

There was an icy pause where Alex stared at me with those deep and thoughtful eyes.

“I don’t do normal,” she said tersely.

“Well, I meant, I mean, can we, you know, go to the cinema, or have a pizza or something like that?” I fumbled, feeling myself blushing.

“No, I don’t think that will be possible. Or even necessary,”

I hung my head feeling foolish. “I think I best be going. Charlie will want to know where I am.”

“Don’t worry about Charlie,” she said with a hint of a smile returning to her face. “He went home with my sister, Darcy. I arranged it.”

“You have a sister?” I asked, although I don’t know why I felt so surprised.

“Let me show you something Chris,” Alex suggested. “Before you, go.”

I followed her into the hallway. Everything seemed so polished and clean. White walls and mirrors dazzled along our route and there was a crisp clean smell throughout the flat. Some interesting paintings hung on the shiny walls. One was of a woman wearing what looked like a toga, although the garment had slipped down revealing her breasts. She was chained to a pillar and there were three other men laughing at her, one holding a long whip. Another was of a woman stripped nude and curled in a foetal position. She looked peaceful and content, but her legs and back were covered in what appeared to be flagellation marks.

We stopped outside a room with a black door, which looked out of context with the rest of the décor.

“Do you like my paintings,” Alex asked. “I had them commissioned especially for me.”

“Yes, they’re certainly…..different.”

“Remember, I don’t do normal.”

I felt a tinge of excitement sparkle through me.

“What’s in here then?” I asked, nodding towards the door.

“This is my Games Room,” she announced.

“Oh, what you have your Playstation and X-Box in here then,” I said. “I’m doing really good at Minecraft at the moment. I can show you if you like.”

Alex didn’t reply and I knew I had said something really stupid. I was getting used to that expression.

“It’s important you know you can leave any time you like,” she said eventually. “Gabriela will take you home if you wish.”

She pushed open the door and turned on a light. I stepped inside what I can only describe as a grotto of chains and leather. I gasped!

The room was dimly lit and about 50 feet wide by 30 feet long. The walls were covered with red, cushioned soundproofing material, while the floor was made up of stony slabs. My attention was drawn to a large four-poster bed in the centre with a red leather mattress and pillows and wrist-clamps fastened to phallic shaped bedposts. It looked splendid and significant in its central position, as though it was some trophy or a throne. To one side was a huge wooden cross secured to the wall. Each spoke again had some sort of clamp opened and ready to clasp its next victim’s limbs. The cross was at least 8 feet tall and was as grand and foreboding as it was intimidating.

On the other side was a punishment bench, divided on two levels, so the sufferer would kneel on one level and bend over the upper level, which was slanting downwards. There were straps all around it. Next to this was a smaller wooded trestle with a studded leather surface; just the right height for someone sacrifice themselves across it.

But most sinister of all was the artillery of punishment tools that were hanging dauntingly on hooks around the walls, or lying in wait on a large wooden table, next to the cross. There were canes, whips, crops, long and short leather straps of varying thickness, paddles, both wooden and leather as well as  a fierce-looking black flogger with long snake-like tassels.  A terrifying bamboo birch stood propped up in one corner along with a much longer whip that looked like it should only be used by a lion tamer. Piled neatly in an open cupboard, in a meticulously ordered manner, were coiled chains, dangling leather restraints, stern-looking nipple clamps, teasing blindfolds, ball-gags and buckles, shiny butt plugs and dildos of varying lengths and thickness as well as the rope, masking tape and cable ties that I had sold Alex a few days ago.

I turned to her. I could see she was waiting for a reaction.

“Are you….are you, a masochist?” I asked, cautiously.

“No, I’m a submissive,” she corrected.

She stepped gracefully over to the wall of weaponry, her high heeled boots making an echoed clunk on the stone floor and took down a black and red riding crop. She walked back to me.

“What do you think,” she asked.

“Impressive,” I replied, nodding. It was the only word I could think of.

She handed me the crop. I ran my fingers along the whippy stem while gripping the handle. I gave it a couple of shakes I noticed how the leather tip quivered in short bursts, like a snake’s tongue. I looked back at Alex.

“Chris, I’ll be straight with you,” she said, appearing quite sombre. “I need a dominant male in my life. All day I have to make decisions in order to keep the business going. I have to order staff around, draw up verdicts on sale’s figures, make financial projections…there’s so much that goes into running a successful business. When I get home I want someone to take over. Someone to make the decisions for me. Someone to take control of me. Someone to tell me I’ve gone too far. Someone to punish me for being bad. Chris, I want that person to be you.”

I looked hard into her face and for the first time I could see real vulnerability in her eyes. They were doughy, dark and damp looking. She gave the appearance of a lost foal without it’s mother. I looked back at the crop and felt a compulsion surge through my body again.

“Best you take that skirt off and get your arse over there,” I ordered, gesturing towards the Punishment Bench.  I didn’t know where those words came from. It was as though someone had whispered them into my ear.

“Yes master,” replied Alex, looking panic stricken. She walked quickly to the bench and wriggled out of the skirt. She was wearing a thong so her buttocks were completely naked. She looked at me seeking either assurance or approval. I gestured for her to kneel on the bench.

She climbed on to it, knelt forward and bent over the upper half, stretching down as far as she could. Her arse was raised high and ready for chastisement. I could see there were leather restraints on the legs of the bench for her thighs and wrists as well as a long brown belt that I could have tied around her waist. I decided against using these, for now. Let me see how I get on, I thought to myself and raised the crop, high into the air.

It landed smack onto her right buttock with a resounding crack. Immediately a red mark formed on her pale skin. But there was no reaction from Alex. So, I gave her another one, and another, and another, alternating each cheek, until I finally got a whimper.

“You want this, do you?” I shouted at her.

“Yes master,” she purred.

I gave her about a dozen more to which she became more stimulated after each stroke. And I was becoming aroused too. That feeling of dominance was getting a grip of me again, so I threw the crop onto the floor and ripped down her thong. She wailed with delight as I smacked her arse with my palm and then kissed each flaming cheek. I slipped my tongue into her cunt and licked at her wet pussy like it was a bowl of candy. I allowed my tongue to slide into her arse crack and deep into her hole. It tasted lush and savoury and I loved pressing my face into her cool bare flesh.

She began to stir and knelt up. “When I asked if you had ever fucked a girl in the arse, you didn’t reply,” she said looking down at me with a broad grin on her face.

I looked at her with my chin covered in pussy juice and my tongue tingling with the taste of her ring piece.

“I think I had better take care of that situation,” she whispered as she stepped down from the bench and led me over to the bed.

“Have I become a ‘situation’,” I asked, following her.


She peeled off her vest and lay on the bed wearing only her boots. I stripped off as quickly as I could, excitement streaming through my veins. I mounted her and pushed my rock hard cock into her flushed, moist pussy. My eyes fixed on hers as we fucked with strong velocity. I dipped my head down and licked the salty sweat from her neck and chest. Her fragrance was of soap but she smelt of woman.

After a while she put her right hand between her legs and eased my cock out of her. She then lifted her arse up and pushed my cock towards her arsehole. “Push gently, but firmly,” she whispered, looking into my eyes again. After a few unsuccessful jabs, a bit like a drunkard with a key, I finally forced my way in.

She let out a loud groan of pleasure and closed her eyes. Her arsehole gripped around my cock as though it was never going to let go. I pushed it in further and Alex continued to convolute with delight. Then she raised her legs up high and hung her knees over my shoulders.

I pounded away like a piston engine; feeling rushes of ecstasy swim over me and watching Alex’s beautiful face twist and contort with pleasure. I ran my hands up and down her bare legs, remembering how turned on I was when I first saw them in her office. Her arse absorbed my cock so tightly it almost felt numb. Then I felt my balls release their load so I slowly pulled out and breathlessly I showered her body with my seed.

I crumpled in a heap next to her; my heart pounding and completely drained of strength. She smiled at me and ran her fingers through my hair. “I think we’ve dealt with that situation,” she giggled. I smiled, feeling peaceful and sublime.


I stayed a while longer, then I left with Alex’s chauffer, Gabriella. She was a gorgeous looking girl herself, with satiny dark skin and mischievous chocolate-coloured eyes. She was chatty as well, while we were in the lift and then onto Alex’s Mercedes, which was waiting for us in the car park.

“I hope to see you soon, Master” Alex said to me as we left.  “I’ll be in touch. I’ve already sent you something in the post.”

I didn’t know what that was of course but at that moment I wasn’t really bothered. I was sitting in the back of a Mercedes, being chauffeur driven back to my flat and feeling like the king of the world. It felt I had grown up suddenly, within the last 24 hours. New perspectives were dawning on me. The old me had been challenged and now there was an inner-belief and a growing feeling of confidence blossoming within me.  The old cliché of today being the first day of the rest of your life, had never felt so true.

I looked at Gabriella’s beautiful face in the rear-view mirror. She had been silent since we got going. Somehow I knew that she knew what had happened that day. I wondered how many other men she had driven home.

I thanked Gabriella as we pulled up outside of my flat. I stepped out of the car and bundled my way through the door. I was greeted with two surprises; one was Charlie and Alex’s sister Darcy, both naked on the living room sofa, the other was the envelope that Alex had sent to me. I opened it and fished out the contents.

I stood back in amazement.

See second part here: Fifty Shades of A (part 2) featuring Alex or maybe some London Escorts?

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