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A Scandalous Affair in Mayfair

CHAPTER 1

In Mayfair, Lord Bedford St James The Third hosts a wine-tasting event, inviting the elite. His secret affair with porn star Michele Thorn becomes the center of attention as he hires Sensi, a charming handyman, who finds himself drawn to Michele's allure.

The sun was setting over the luxurious streets of Mayfair, casting a golden glow on the elegant townhouses. Lord Bedford St James The Third, a distinguished and well-known member of the House of Lords, was putting the final touches to his grand wine-tasting event. As a true connoisseur, he had carefully selected some of the finest and rarest wines from his extensive collection, each bottle a masterpiece in its own right. The event was a prestigious affair, with invitations sent to politicians, celebrities, and other high-society figures. But one guest, in particular, had Lord Bedford's heart racing with anticipation—the infamous porn star, Michele Thorn.

Lord Bedford had arranged this event as a perfect opportunity to showcase his exquisite taste and, more importantly, to flaunt his secret affair with Michele. Their relationship was the talk of the town, a scandalous affair between a respected politician and a woman known for her insatiable sexual appetite and provocative on-screen performances. He relished the thought of introducing Michele to his elite circle, relishing the shocked expressions and whispered gossip that would undoubtedly follow.

To ensure the event's success, Lord Bedford had enlisted the services of Sensi, the enigmatic handyman and cleaner from Babestation Studios. Sensi was a man of many talents, known for his ability to charm the ladies and his reputation for getting himself into... sticky situations. His muscular frame and shaved head exuded an air of raw, primal power, while his signature orange overalls and work boots hinted at a rough and rugged past.

As Sensi laid out the tables, carefully positioning each bottle of wine, the atmosphere in the room was tense with anticipation. The air was heavy with the rich, fruity aromas of the wines, each with its unique character and history. Sensi's hands moved deftly, arranging the glasses with precision, his eyes darting around the room, taking in every detail.

Suddenly, the bell on the door rang, its chime cutting through the silence. Sensi, startled, looked up to see a vision that took his breath away. Standing in the doorway was Michele Thorn, a sight to make any man's heart skip a beat. She had arrived two hours early, a mix-up in timing, but Sensi was certainly not complaining.

Michele stood there, a statuesque figure in skin-tight latex that clung to her every curve. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and her bright red lips curved into a mischievous smile. The laced-up bodice pushed her ample cleavage together, showcasing her 34DD breasts, a testament to the wonders of nature. Her pierced nipples peeked through the lace, hinting at the delights beneath. But it was her eyes that truly captivated Sensi—a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through him.

"Hello, darling," Michele purred, her voice as sultry as the wines on the table. "I seem to have arrived a bit early. Lord Bedford isn't here yet, is he?"

Sensi, usually a smooth talker, found himself momentarily lost for words. He stared at Michele, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her thigh-length leather boots and the way the latex hugged her slim waist and accentuated her large, round ass.

"I... um..." Sensi cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "No, he's not. I'm just setting up for the event. You're... you're looking... incredible, Miss Thorn."

Michele laughed, a throaty, seductive sound. "Please, call me Michele. And I'm glad you like the outfit. I thought it would be a nice surprise for Lord Bedford. But now that I'm here, I don't want to wait. I'd much rather spend some time with you, Sensi."

Sensi's heart quickened at her words. He knew Michele's reputation; she was a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. But he was not one to shy away from a challenge, especially when it came to seduction.

"Well, Miss... Michele," he said, his voice low and husky. "I can't say I'm not flattered. But we should probably wait for Lord Bedford. He's expecting you, and this is his event, after all."

Michele took a step forward, her boots clicking on the hardwood floor. "Oh, come now, Sensi. Don't be a bore. Lord Bedford won't mind if we have a little fun, will he? Besides, I've always wanted to taste a wine connoisseur like you."

Sensi's resistance crumbled at her words. He knew he shouldn't, but the temptation was too great. Michele's allure was irresistible, and he found himself drawn into her web of seduction.

"Alright, Michele," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Let's have some fun, then. But we can't do it here. Follow me."

Sensi led Michele to a secluded room, away from the main event space. It was a small, intimate chamber, with a plush velvet sofa and dim lighting. Sensi closed the door behind them, ensuring their privacy.

"Now, Miss Thorn," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "Let's see what you're really made of."

Michele's eyes sparkled with excitement as she moved towards him. She reached out and ran her fingers through his shaved hair, pulling his head down for a deep, passionate kiss. Sensi responded eagerly, his tongue dancing with hers, their mouths hungry for each other.

As the kiss intensified, Michele's hands began to explore Sensi's body. She unbuttoned his orange overalls, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

Sensi, in turn, undid the laces of her bodice, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He exposed her breasts, heavy and full, the pierced nipples hardening at his touch. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, while his hands cupped and massaged the other.

Michele moaned softly, her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, Sensi... that feels incredible. Your mouth... so talented."

Sensi smiled against her breast, his fingers now tracing the outline of her latex-clad hips. He slowly slid his hands down, reaching the hem of her skirt, and began to lift it up, revealing her bare, shaved pussy. Her lips were glistening with arousal, and her clit was already swollen and sensitive.

"You're so wet, Michele," Sensi whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me taste you."

He sank to his knees, his face level with her pussy. Michele leaned back against the sofa, her boots planted firmly on the floor, as Sensi buried his face between her thighs. He inhaled her musky scent, then began to lick and suck her pussy lips, his tongue flicking her clit gently.

Michele arched her back, her hands gripping the sofa cushions as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Yes, Sensi... oh God, yes... your tongue feels amazing."

Sensi continued his oral assault, his tongue delving deep into her wetness, tasting her sweet essence. He found her piercing and teased it with the tip of his tongue, making Michele cry out in ecstasy. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hips thrusting against his mouth, riding his face as her orgasm built.

"I'm cumming, Sensi... oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Michele's voice was hoarse, her body trembling as she climaxed.

Sensi drank in her juices, lapping at her pussy as she rode the waves of pleasure. When her trembling finally subsided, he stood up, his face glistening with her essence.

Michele looked up at him, her eyes smoldering with desire. "Now it's your turn, Sensi. Let me return the favor."

She reached for his belt, unbuckling it and sliding it from his waist. With deft fingers, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing his massive, erect cock. It stood proudly, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Oh my," Michele breathed, her eyes fixed on his manhood. "You're certainly well-endowed, Sensi. I can't wait to feel you inside me."

She sank to her knees, her boots clicking on the floor. Sensi's breath caught in his throat as she took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, her lips leaving a trail of kisses down the length of his shaft.

Sensi groaned, his hands running through her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tight around his shaft. She teased his balls with her fingers, massaging them gently as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth.

"Fuck, Michele... that feels so good," Sensi gasped, his body trembling with pleasure. "Your mouth is incredible."

Michele looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You like that, do you? Well, there's more where that came from."

She stood up, her boots clicking as she stepped out of them, and positioned herself on the sofa, spreading her legs wide. "I want you to fuck me, Sensi. I want to feel that big cock inside me."

Sensi needed no further invitation. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips, teasing her, before thrusting deep inside her in one smooth motion.

Michele gasped as he filled her, her body accommodating his size with ease. She was wet and warm, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice. Sensi began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke.

"Yes, Sensi... fuck me harder," Michele moaned, her hands gripping the sofa cushions. "Your cock feels amazing inside me."

Sensi obliged, pounding into her with increasing force, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. Michele met his rhythm, her hips moving in perfect harmony, her ass lifting off the sofa to meet his every stroke.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion—the wet slapping of skin on skin, their moans and gasps, and the creaking of the sofa. Sensi's cock felt like it was on fire, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm going to cum, Michele," he grunted, his body tense with the effort of holding back. "I'm cumming!"

Michele cried out, her body tightening around his cock, milking it as he erupted deep inside her. His cum filled her, a warm, sticky flood, as he emptied himself into her willing body.

They collapsed onto the sofa, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Sensi lay on top of Michele, his cock still buried deep within her, both of them panting and breathless.

"That was incredible, Sensi," Michele whispered, her fingers tracing circles on his back. "I've never been fucked like that before."

Sensi smiled, his lips brushing her forehead. "You were incredible, Michele. And I think we still have some time before Lord Bedford arrives. Care for another round?"

Michele's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I think that can be arranged, Sensi. I'm not done with you yet."

And so, in the dimly lit room, amidst the bottles of wine and the scent of passion, Sensi and Michele continued their filthy, passionate affair, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust and desire.