When Danny saw her ad on the escort website, it was like she was reaching out to him directly.
ASIAN SPICE GIRL - YOU SHOULD TRY ME!!! LOL!
I am a hot MILF for the most discerning gentlemen out there. I can be your horny GF or have you been a naughty boy? Then come and see Aunty Divya for a spanking. Is there anything you would like to see me in? Perhaps a full length sari for you to slowly unwrap. Delicious!
Or are you looking for a Dominatrix? I have an array of pvc and leather to compliment my very dominant side; (Yes I do love to take charge in the bedroom, if you are man enough). Whatever is your fantasy you only need to ask and Mistress Divine will do her best to make your time spent with her an unforgettable experience. I promise you will not be disappointed.
Divya. XXX
PS WITHHELD NUMBERS WILL BE IGNORED.
Looking forward to meeting all you gorgeous gents and naughty boys.
This was what he had been wanting; the red sari she was wearing; the way she wore her luxurious dark hair in a loose bun with unruly curls falling in front of that chocolate brown face; alluring him to; "come to bed, darling," one of the captions read under the picture of her in a tight, sexy, scarlet number that hugged her heavy breasts, and showed that she had curves in all the right places. She must be working out, Danny thought, most impressed. He could never get Amy interested in the gym. And her legs; he couldn't believe how long, sexy and smooth they looked in those long red PVC boots.
Danny had spent the last six months since he split up with his long term partner, Amy, surfing these escort sites, trying to find that elusive woman who would rock his world. He was only interested in those his own age. Danny was a realist, after all. If he was going to spend the hundred plus an hour they were charging, then at least he wanted to feel there would be a connection; a chemistry. He was not going to fool himself into thinking that a total stranger, his own daughter's age, was going to be into him, no matter how good an actress, she may be. But by the same token, he didn't have the time or inclination to join dating sites either, just to go through the rigmarole of having to suffer inane conversation in pursuit of some vanilla shag with a stranger, who he would end up fucking, simply because she wasn't Amy. Danny's need was deeper than that.
However, although Danny had spent those months dabbling in some quite perverse delights that he could never have hoped of getting from Amy, it hadn't been enough. The chemistry he craved hadn't been there. Not with any of them. And he had been so careful not to choose anyone too expensive or out of his league.
Perhaps he belonged to Amy after all and that he should go back to her, no matter what her faults. Before they broke up, he had tried to reason with her that he was simply bored; that he needed to sew the wild oats he had never got to sew because he had dedicated himself to the same woman and the same bed for 20 long years. He was being honest, he told her. Would she rather live a lie with her man?
And she had put on weight too, (although perhaps he needn't have pointed that out). But all the same, he thought; six months ago she had begged him to stay, pleading that she could change: that it was empty nest syndrome, whatever that was. So, it shouldn't be that difficult for Danny to return and cajole her into losing those few extra pounds, perhaps.
And that was exactly how his mind had been set when he came across her on Escort site. There she was. His Asian Spice Girl. She was lush, alluring; everything that Danny had been looking for, right there in front of him. He became so besotted by her beauty and aloofness that he had been quite nervous to call her. Amy had always begged him to communicate more; for them to talk out this crises of his. Ironically, it had taken this slimmer, sexier version of her, to bring that out in him; to finally confess his sexual yearnings. After a long candid and emotional conversation over the phone, Mistress Divine informed Danny that she would be very happy to welcome him to her home.
Wearing his slim fit jeans and white shirt, his head freshly shaven and gleaming, armed with a purple orchid flower and a white envelope containing the 140 pound -an- hour fee, Danny set off, though still with some trepidation.
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The front door had been left slightly ajar, as per the instructions she had given him on his way over. Danny entered with nervous anticipation, having already been warned by the quite formidable Divya that if she was not convinced he was ready to be her slave, he would not be getting the honey. "This takes training and serious dedication to your Mistress," she had warned him. She would take his money but just as soon dismiss him out of hand if he did not come up to scratch.
"Hi," he called out, tentatively. "It's me," he said. "I'm here." There was no answer and the whole downstairs was rather gloomy. "Um, I bought flowers," he said. "I thought you might..."
"You can go straight through and put them in the vase in the kitchen," she spoke from the living room which was off to the left. Danny passed the door that led to where she was waiting and quickly entered the kitchen, placing the flower on the worktop. Then he returned and entered the living room.
She sat on a basic wooden chair, left leg crossed over right, her hands folded in her lap; wearing the most alluring midnight satin and lace nightie that rode up to the top of her thighs and held her full voluptuous breasts, their cherry red nipples straining at the delicate lattice work like two dark stains.
"Wow!" he blurted out, like a forlorn school boy. "You look..."
"I beg your pardon," she cut in sharply. "Did Mistress Divya invite you to come in? Did Mistress Divine invite you to speak?"
Danny dithered in the doorway, gaping at her. Her lips so full in ruby gloss, and dark eyes that scrutinized and held their own silent court of judgment. And her hair! As midnight black and satin as her nightie, tied up in a bun with wisps and loose strands hanging down over a delicate vase shaped neck.
"Just place the envelope above the fire-place," she gently ordered.
He did as she requested.
"Good. Now come over here," she ordered, and in her right hand she revealed a cane. It was an old fashioned crook handle spanking cane about two feet in length. "Well, come on," she demanded, "don't be shy."
Danny stood just in front of her. "Good boy," she said. "Now undress; Mistress needs to inspect you, first." Again he just stood gaping. "Well, chop chop!" she urged.
