For someone with such an enormous sex drive, Max had been surprised by his own willpower. His integrity had been tested more than once, as opportunities presented themselves. Being a senior salesman, he came into contact with a good number of hot, suited lovelies. Pencil skirts and sheer silk tights were never in short supply in his trade. Nevertheless he didn’t succumb to temptation. It’s not like she would know. She was four hundred miles away. However, there was something about Amy. If he merely contemplated betraying her, he saw her sweet smile in his mind’s eye. Those keen brown eyes, which had first won him over. That cute, sexy face. How could he throw that away for a moment’s pleasure? Max had never intended to enter into a long distance relationship but after two nights Amy had just blown him away. She, the smiling, cheerful barmaid and he, the lonely but dishy businessman. He didn’t even go all out to pull her, they had just clicked. He was 23 and she was 21, which was just right for him. It might have remained a one night stand, but the sex was too good. Their love-making was athletic and energetic. Not only that but there was that emotional connection that they both acknowledged independently that made their short time together rise above the purely physical. The cuddles and the nibbled ear lobes left Amy feeling not just well satisfied, but cherished. After the first rampant night under those hotel sheets, they met again the following evening with Max promising he would come down again as soon as his busy schedule allowed. Max was based in one of the famous distilleries. The sparkling rivers and peat soaked west Highlands was his home and business. Max was as good as his word and four weeks later he was back in the west country. Amy, now trusting him completely entertained him in her own humble abode. It was a small flat on the edge of town but it was tastefully furnished to her requirements and she was happy there. Amy was a traditional Escort bodrum west country girl, who had left college and gone straight into the hotel, where she was training to be bar manager. She was intelligent without being academic. She had a comforting, warm personality which endeared her to Max. While she was professional at work, she played hard and saved the best for Max. Such was their relationship for a few months. Every two to three weeks Max would catch the train to Exeter to be with his baby. They would have sex, go for a meal or a walk in the park but mainly they had sex. In the July, it was Max’s birthday. He and Amy had talked during one of their passionate meetings about likes and dislikes; about fantasies and fetishes. Max admitted to two. Amy wondered if, for his birthday she could combine them into one special treat. Amy was a good girl. As Max was to discover, she also had a dark side. ***************** Amy sat in the hairdresser’s chair. She was having her mousy hair dyed jet black. It was part of the effect. A new Amy. She was the same girl on the inside but she wanted her hair to match her lingerie. She was going to become a slut for a night. After her appointment she met her friend Kayleigh from the hotel. She had talked it over with her. Kayleigh agreed to assist with some of the logistics for Max’s treat. Max had received the text from Amy. It just said to check in and go to room 22. He showered and made himself comfortable. The luxury of the hotel reminded him of their first time. There was a knock on the door and the maid entered with some fresh pillows. The girl was in the old fashioned French maid’s outfit. Her long blonde hair, slightly tousled fell down her back. Her hold ups left a little bare flesh exposed beneath her little skirt. Max checked her out and his innate male urges were aroused. Then he felt guilty, he wanted Amy to be here. He needed to fuck her. A few minutes Escort Kuşadası later, his suspense was over. His girlfriend tapped on the door and Max was delighted to see her, but why was she in the duffle coat? Was it raining? Her coat wasn’t wet and why was her hood up? He knew it was her simply because no one else had that cute little up-turned nose. “Happy Birthday, Max. Do you trust me?” “Thanks, babe. Yes, what sort of question’s that?” asked Max, struggling to interpret her odd attire. Amy pulled up the chair, which nestled under a little writing table in his room and placed it in the middle of the floor, a couple of feet from the end of his bed. “What’s all this? You going to take your coat off, so I can see you properly.” “Undress Max,” said Amy calmly. “If you’ve got a surprise can’t you just tell me?” “Undress, Max, and sit on the chair,” said Amy again. Max decided to go along with her little act and took off his robe and sat on the chair. A slight thrill went through his body. He liked the role-playing but the duffle coat seemed to be a bit unnecessary. “Take the coat off, baby, and come and sit on my knee.” Amy felt in her coat pocket and pulled out four white nylon stockings. “Put your hands down by your sides, Max.” “Amy! What have you got planned!” exclaimed Max, acceding to her request. Amy left him with his wrists and ankles bound to the chair. “Have fun!” she said, as she turned out the bedroom light. All Max heard was the click of the door and was left alone in the dark, effectively unable to move. “Amy?” “Amy?!” Thirty seconds went by and Max sat there, his heart palpitating. “Ah you there Amy? Come on baby a joke’s a joke.” Max tried to wriggle free but she had tied him too tight. Max was now perspiring as all sorts of thoughts began to run through his mind. Before Max’s anxiety had turned to panic, there was another click as his door opened again. Then another as it was closed. The light bodrum escort came on slowly with the dimmer, which Amy was operating with a remote control. She and Kayleigh stood in front of Max. Amy’s coat had gone. Kayleigh was in her little maid’s uniform, who Max obviously recognised from a little time earlier. Amy was in a short black skirt and black stockings and suspenders. Her blouse was a red satin one, the top three buttons undone, revealing her black lace bra. Max looked from girl to girl. For a moment he processed what he could see. He thought his girlfriend was sexy anyway, but now! He loved her new hair colour and her clothes. Now he knew why she had been so mysterious. “Wow, babe! You look amazing.” Amy smiled wryly. She licked her lips and walked around slowly to the back of Max’s chair. Kayleigh stepped towards him and knelt down a few inches from his toes and looked up at him sexily. Max’s cock began to stir as Amy massaged his shoulders. Kayleigh began to stroke his feet. She ran the outside of her hands inside Max’s calves. “Ooh, that feels good. Who’s your friend Amy? I thought she was a real maid.” Amy said nothing but kissed Max on the cheek and then kissed his lobes softly, blowing her hot breath into his ears. Max shuddered. “Tied you up good didn’t I Max! All those years in the Brownies. You learn about knots, if nothing else.” Kayleigh sat up on her knees allowing her hands to drift further up Max’s firm, downy legs. Amy joined her, kneeling by her side. “What do you think to Kayleigh? Eh, Max?” “Hmmm…yes, very nice.” Amy traced a finger along the outline of Kayleigh’s face. She looked up at Max and then watched his cock grow harder as she ran her fingers through Kayleigh’s hair; playing with it. “Would you like to watch us kiss, Max, before we undress… oh maybe you want us to undress each other. Would that be nice?” Max’s cock got harder and harder and was almost standing up as Amy put a hand on the back of Kayleigh’s neck, just before their lips met. “Wow! Oh yes! You two look so beautiful!” exclaimed Max. He wanted to stroke himself, but all he could do was sit there with his cock pumping and throbbing. The girls continued to kiss each other deeply, making a wonderfully wet sound as their lips parted.