His Sexual Partner’s Lesley Strickland

Thirty-two-year-old Lesley Strickland owns and runs a bookshop in central London called Crime Always Pays. She inherited the bookshop from her late father and she lives above the shop with her flatmate and work colleague, Emma.

Lesley survived breast cancer, had a double mastectomy, and now has perfect 32 F cup-sized breasts. When His Sexual Partner opens, Lesley has recently returned to the UK from six months in Spain, where her mother lives. Coming back to London, she found that she craved solitude, so she now spends her weekends in her mother’s holiday cottage in Essex in eastern England.

One weekend, she was persuaded to attend a cancer charity fund-raising event in a local hotel and to take a cab there and back. Unfortunately, the cab firm recommended to her turned out to be the worst in Essex. The cab broke down and Lesley arrived two hours late, missing both the dinner and the speeches. Buying a glass of wine, she goes out into the hotel gardens and meets a man called Jonathan.

Lesley and Jonathan get chatting and she learns that he survived testicular cancer, had a testicle removed and now has a false testicle – a prosthesis. Comparing how having cancer in such intimate places has affected them, Lesley confesses that she hasn’t had sex for three years because she’s afraid men will now find her weird and repulsive. Jonathan immediately assures her she is neither weird nor repulsive and that he would sleep with her. Lesley has never had a one night stand before but her primal need for sex after so long rules her head and she agrees to spend one night with him.

Lesley and Jonathan have amazing one night stand sex in his hotel room and when she wakes in the morning he is gone but a note with Thank you. Ring Me. has been left on his pillow. She puts the note in her handbag and returns to London, only to see Jonathan on the news that evening. Jonathan is Jonathan Lewis, Member of Parliament for Nerin in Essex and the new British Home Secretary. Lesley is disgusted. She hates politicians and she certainly doesn’t want to be fucked by one.

That weekend, she goes to the cottage in Essex as usual, only to discover that Jonathan’s parents live in a neighbouring cottage and that Jonathan spends most weekends there so he can hold a constituency surgery in the village. Jonathan tells Lesley, he wants to see her again and she finds herself not turning him down flat. Jonathan calls to her holiday cottage that evening and he fucks her deep, hard, and unrelenting and she throws him out.

Jonathan grovels and apologises for his behaviour but admits to her that he has a huge sex drive and now he is Home Secretary, with the possibility of becoming Prime Minister one day, he needs to keep his sex life under strict control. He must find someone to satisfy his constant need for sex, someone discreet, someone he can call upon for sex at any time. Jonathan puts a proposition to Lesley – that she become his sexual partner. She can’t help but be flattered, so she asks for time to consider it, and he agrees. 

Just after Jonathan leaves the cottage, his mother arrives. Unknown to Jonathan, Margaret Lewis has recorded Lesley and Jonathan’s one night stand in the hotel room. Mrs Lewis can’t allow Lesley to turn Jonathan down and risk the future Prime Minister satisfying his need for sex with casual fucks with women who might sell their stories to the tabloid press. Jonathan wants Lesley. He needs Lesley. He will have Lesley. So Margaret Lewis threatens to upload the sex video to the internet if Lesley doesn’t agree to become Jonathan’s sexual partner.

What choice does Lesley have? She’s always hated and mistrusted politicians and now she is being blackmailed into being fucked by one – a very handsome man with a dry sense of humour – but a politician all the same. 

Can Lesley turn Jonathan against his mother? Can Lesley make Jonathan love her, or will their relationship always be only about sex for him? Read His Sexual Partner to find out!

One night of passion. A lifetime of regret. Or can a relationship built on blackmail turn to love?

At a charity fundraising event, Lesley Strickland meets Jonathan Lewis – a fellow cancer survivor – and they spend the night together. When Lesley discovers Jonathan is a politician, she never wants to see him again, despite a deepening sexual attraction. But Jonathan can’t forget her. Only Lesley can satisfy him, and he has a discreet proposition for her – that she become his sexual partner.

Lesley asks for time to consider the proposition, but Jonathan’s mother intervenes and blackmails her, threatening to reveal a secret which could ruin Lesley’s reputation and business. Lesley is forced to accept Jonathan’s proposition and all it entails – being at the new British Home Secretary’s beck and call whenever he needs her – as his sexual partner…

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An Excerpt From Chapter Three

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Mrs Lewis smiled. “I advised Jonathan to try you and he did and now he will only have you. Typical man, he loves your body, especially your magnificent new tits.”

“Did he send you here?” she demanded.

“No, he doesn’t know I’m here. Lesley, he is his father’s son. He has an enormous sex drive, and it will take someone special to satisfy him. That person is you.”

“And if I don’t want to satisfy him?”

“Then, I will release the video recording I have of you in The Oaks Hotel being titty-fucked by an unidentifiable man. I was quite touched to see you kissing and licking Jonathan’s huge cock between your tits,” his mother added and Lesley’s jaw dropped. “You don’t believe me?” Mrs Lewis reached into her handbag and brought out a tablet computer. “Look.” She tapped the screen then passed it to Lesley who stared at herself kissing in slow motion the head of an enormous cock poking out from between her breasts. She was immediately identifiable and her stomach churned. “It’s wonderful HD quality and I really think you could fall in love with Jonathan’s cock. Would you like me to upload the recording to the internet and email it to the tabloids? Those wonderful tits really belong on Page Three of a certain tabloid newspaper.”

“No,” she whispered.

“So, you agree?”

Lesley glared at her. “What choice do I have?”

“None. I’m so pleased.” Mrs Lewis returned the tablet to her handbag. “You needn’t worry. Jonathan takes after his father and will age very well, too. He will keep you satisfied, Lesley. Just like his father’s cock has satisfied me since I was eighteen.”

“Why not just find him a wife?”

“Lesley, he could be Prime Minister one day so we need to keep his sex life under strict control. If you continue to satisfy him, you could well be that wife. You’re from a good enough family. And when the time comes for children, your IVF treatment will touch the hearts of millions. I take it that, like Jonathan’s sperm, your eggs are stored in the Heartfield Clinic?”

Lesley blinked furiously, trying to take it all in. Prime Minister? Wife? Children? The woman was nuts. “Jonathan didn’t mention any of that. I don’t want to be a Prime Minister’s wife and I don’t even know if I want children.”

“In that case.” Mrs Lewis reached into her handbag for the tablet.

“Stop.” Lesley slapped her hand away.

“Good girl. Now, listen. Over the next few weeks, you will develop a love for politics, we will introduce you as Jonathan’s girlfriend, and the rest will be history, as they say.” Mrs Lewis looked at her watch. “His meeting with Gerald should be finished by now. Ring him and ask him to come back here. Tell him you have a reply for him.” Lesley didn’t reply and waited for her to go. “I’m waiting.”

She got up and went to the kitchen for her smartphone, brought it back to the living room and, with his mother’s eyes on her, rang him.

“Jonathan, are you still in Nerin?”

“Yes, I am. Why?”

“Could you come back to the cottage? I have a reply for you.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

She ended the call and threw her phone onto the sofa. “Happy?”

“You will tell him you would love to be his sexual partner. You will let him fuck you. You will send him back to London satisfied. I will be ringing him this evening and if I hear that he went back to London disappointed, well, you know what will happen.” With that, Mrs Lewis got up and left the room.

Lesley sank down onto the sofa and began to shake. She was still shaking when she heard a car pull up outside. Forcing herself to stand up, she went to the front door and watched Jonathan through the small window. He was speaking on his smartphone and laughed suddenly. This was the man she would be spending the rest of her life with, whose huge cock she’d have to endure pounding into her poor pussy. He was very handsome, seemed to have a dry sense of humour, but he was a politician. She’d always hated and mistrusted politicians. He ended the call, put the phone in his jacket pocket, got out of the car and walked towards the cottage. She opened the door and forced a bright smile.

“Come in.” Taking his hand, she led him into the living room, then took his other hand. “Jonathan, I’ve thought about it, and I couldn’t let you go back to London without telling you, yes.”

His eyes widened a little and they sat down together on the sofa.” You mean it?”

“Of course,” she lied. “Now, you need to tell me the details. I mean, will we only meet at your apartment? Not here?”

“Not here, just yet. And, I’m not going to lie to you—it won’t be possible every evening—but as many as I can possibly manage.”

“What will you do on the other evenings?”

“Lie back, think of you, and wank,” he replied immediately and she smiled.

“You’d better kiss me now, then.”

He got down on his knees, pulled her gently to the edge of the sofa, and positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her lips, softly at first, then with force. He parted them with his tongue and slowly rubbed the tip against the sensitive roof of her mouth, making her shiver against her will with anticipation.

“That’s good isn’t it?” he whispered, sliding his hands up her body to her breasts, caressing them, and pushing them gently together. “I love your breasts. I want to bury my face between them. I want to lick your nipples. I want to suck your clit. I want to slowly slide my cock into your wet pussy so that I don’t hurt you. Want that?”

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs, and into her bedroom. He eased her T-shirt over her head then undid her bra, freeing her breasts. He gave a little laugh, bent and took a nipple into his mouth, pulling gently at it. He cupped her breasts in his hands, lifted them a little and buried his face in them.

“God, I love your tits.” He raised his head and laughed with delight. “Promise me that you won’t have anything done to these.”

“I won’t”

“Want me to suck your clit?”

She nodded, kicked off her shoes, and took off her skirt and panties. She sat on the edge of the bed, opened her legs, and he knelt down. His dark head disappeared between her legs and he began to lick, flick, and suck her clit strongly, sending unwanted sparks flying through her body.

“Oh, God. Oh, Fuck.” This was a man who knew what to do with his mouth. It was amazing and she lay back on the bed beginning to jerk against him and he expertly sucked her through her orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, she was lying spread-eagled on the bed, and he was watching her as he got undressed.

“What made you say yes?” he asked.

Your insane mother. “I love sex. You love sex. Our sex will be amazing.”

“Yes, it will, and I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said, running his fingers along his thick hard erection before rolling on a condom. “I’m going to slide my cock into your pussy and hold it there.” He climbed onto the bed, she opened her legs, and he slid slowly inside her. “How’s that?”

“You’re stretching me but it’s okay.”

“Good.” He withdrew a little and pushed in again. “All right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll try a bit faster.” He began a slow and steady rhythm and she moaned. Oh, God. Oh, no. Oh, God, that feels too good. “Like that?”

“Yes,” she replied again and gasped as he began to steadily increase the pace of his thrusts. Her breasts began to bounce and she saw him smile before she closed her eyes, succumbing to the pleasure the huge cock was giving her.

“I don’t think my cock hurt your pussy one bit this time.” She heard his amused voice and looked at him lying on an elbow beside her. “Did it?”

“No,” she had to admit. Her pussy was still throbbing and it felt exquisite.

“Thank you for agreeing.” He leaned over and gave one of her nipples a lick and then a kiss. “You satisfy me and I clearly satisfy you. I think this arrangement is going to be very agreeable to the both of us, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she replied automatically.

“What do you like to wear?”

“Wear?”

“I’d like to buy you something to wear.”

There was no way he was going to start dressing her. “There’s really no need.”

“I’d like to.” His voice was gentle yet firm. “Tell me. Something to show these off to perfection.” He smoothed his fingers around and over her breasts. “I’ll surprise you.”

“I’m surprised you’ll have time to go shopping.”

He smiled. “I’ll find the time.”

“Are you frightened?” she couldn’t help but ask. “I mean, Home Secretary?”

“Nothing is as frightening as being told you’ve got cancer but at least I was only a humble backbench MP then. I’m Home Secretary now with the world and his wife watching and commenting.”

“How are you going to keep us a secret?”

“The constituency party chairman is beside himself with delight that I’m now Home Secretary. Between the constituency party, the party itself, and my mother, our arrangement will be safe.”

“Your mother?” she echoed.

“Mum is on the Parish Council and is Leader of the Women’s Institute. She can be pretty persuasive when necessary.” Lesley turned her face away but he turned it back. “What is it?”

“Your mother approves of this?”

“We agree that my sexual needs have to be kept in check. So someone had to be found who I was attracted to and could keep me satisfied. Believe it or not, it was she who suggested you. She’d seen you arrive late at The Oaks Hotel, pointed you out to me, and I knew I had to have you.”

“What if I’d said no.”

He laughed. “But you didn’t say no.” He glanced at the clock radio on one of the bedside cabinets and groaned. “I have to go.” He leant over and kissed her forehead. “I’ll ring you if I need you, and I will be back next weekend.”

He climbed off the bed, disposed of the condom in the bathroom, then got dressed and she beckoned him to come to her.

“Your tie is crooked.” She re-did it and he smiled gratefully.

“Thank you.” He kissed her forehead again, followed by one of her breasts, then was gone.

Lesley sank back onto the bed and hugged her knees. If only her pussy still hurt so she could hate him. But it didn’t. It was still throbbing exquisitely.

She got dressed, went downstairs, and almost jumped out of her skin when she found Mrs Lewis sitting in the living room.

“I do hope you don’t mind, Lesley, but I listened to Jonathan fucking you. You are quite the screamer. You are going to have to do something about that, but I suppose it does prove that you do love my son’s lips and tongue on your clit and his cock in your cunt. As he said, I think this arrangement is going to be very agreeable to the both of us, isn’t it?” Mrs Lewis got up. “I’ll see myself out.”

The front door opened and closed and Lesley raised a hand to her forehead. She wouldn’t cry, she needed to think. If only there was a way she could turn Jonathan against the bitch. But the bitch was his mother and seeing as the bitch chose her as her son’s ideal sexual partner, that would be easier said than done.

“Oh, God. Oh, Fuck.” This was a man who knew what to do with his mouth. It was amazing and she lay back on the bed beginning to jerk against him and he expertly sucked her through her orgasm.

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