You, of course

Just as you noticed Julia's heaving chest, she has seen your straining erection and when the recording cuts to a commercial break, she opens your fly and lowers her mouth to perform a more active rendition of the act so recently demonstrated, or at least simulated, on screen. Jie puts down her tray and helpfully takes the remote control to fast forward to the start of the next part, politely averting her eyes from the two staff members engaged in an intimate deed just feet away. Having put the programme in the right place, she withdraws tactfully to the kitchen.

The next part opens in the office of professional standards, where Constable Devises is standing naked in front of three of the police who police the police, one female and two male. The female, Singh, tells her she's to receive a breast strapping for hygiene infractions (having a dirty bum hole, no doubt), but it will not affect her future career. Then, the senior male, whose name you don't remember, takes the tawse and starts a quick six to a pair of boobs that frankly do not disappoint. Body double, airbrushed, digitally enhanced or completely natural, you can't tell and don't care. When the strap sends them bouncing, they're quite phenomenal.

You sense that your guest might be rather dismayed to be missing this, but you won't mind rewinding and watching again and in the meantime, the stimulation is just what you need to fill her throat. You slump back, spent and allow her to gently tongue you clean and return you to your underpants. When she sits up, you put your arm round her and whisper your thanks into her ear.

"It was my pleasure, Jack," she replies, pressing her thighs together and her body against yours.

"I'm afraid I missed that last bit," you explain, only partly untruthfully, rewinding to the beginning of the part.

"Mmm, me too."

Your eyes meet briefly and both have a sudden giggle, then settle down to watch a gorgeous actress have her tits leathered again.

You were starting to think the rest of the episode was all going to be Constable Devises getting thrashed for one thing or another, but after the strapping, things go back to normal. The tip is a donation to the police charity on behalf of the disciplinarian and if the purpose of the story was some sort of political commentary on the new tipping rules, then it seems to have been lost somewhere in the fifteen minutes of on-screen corporal punishment. Possibly the best episode so far, though.

You munch away at the dessert for the last few minutes of the programme and then chat about it while Jie washes up. Julia is of the opinion that the actress, Poppy Ross, went method and did the whole lot with no retakes, including being penetrated by a stunt dildo. You can't argue against it and certainly hope it's true, although you have your doubts. You gather that such intense spankings are rare on television, but not unheard of. There is one comedy with all female leads that Julia says includes at least one of them being thrashed brutally in every episode, but they're clearly (and comically) fake.

When Jie puts her head round the door to tell you she's finished and ask whether you want anything else, you're still chatting amiably, but as soon as she leaves, Julia falls silent, looking at you earnestly. For a moment, you think something's wrong, then she leans in for a smouldering kiss, pressing her stiff nipples into your chest through her flimsy dress. You enjoy her until you run out of breath and then break the kiss.

"Would you like to finish your tour of the house now, Julia?"

"What?" She seems shocked by the non sequitur.

"The bedrooms, perhaps?"

"Oh, yes. Yes!"

You kiss again and she straddles you, making you doubt whether you're going to get upstairs after all. She's not heavy, but you're not sure you want to risk trying to carry her and not being able to make it. You're practically a generation older than her, after all. Fortunately, after grinding against you until you're both panting from exertion, she gets up and pulls you to your feet. You push her in front of you, guiding her up the stairs and to your room, where you shed your clothes urgently. You grab Julia by the waist, throwing her on your bed and she wraps her legs around you, welcoming you to her dripping wetness.

Almost immediately, you feel her clench around your prick, a ululating warble rising in her throat that in another woman might signify orgasm, although you're confident that she's just reached the edge. Nearly an hour later and countless edges and different positions coax you to your last climax of the night, too spent to manage more, as much as you would like to. While Julia laves you with her tongue, you stroke her hair, damp with perspiration. Finished, she slides up the bed to lie facing you, still aching with unfulfilled passion. You caress one breast and she moans with pleasure.

"Julia—"

"Yes, Jack?"

"Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I do. I don't think I've ever wanted to so much."