by Lauren Runow
She squeals at first, then laughs as I carry her down the hall, slapping her ass along the way. Damn, that ass. I hit it again, hard this time, and caress it, giving it a tight squeeze as I walk into her bedroom and toss her down on her bed.
She scoots back and gives me the sexiest bedroom eyes I’ve seen in awhile. I can tell she’s into this idea. There’s a dirty girl hidden under all that makeup and fancy dress.
I love a woman like this. A lady in the street and a freak in the sheets – that’s my kind of girl.
“You liked that didn’t you?” I ask stepping back and leaning against her dresser, taking in her shock that I’m stepping away from her.
She looks down like she’s embarrassed that she liked being manhandled. I swoop in, wrapping my hand around her face, making her look at me. “It’s ok to be manhandled. Don’t ever be embarrassed about what you like. Believe me, I like manhandling you. But if I’m going to tie you up I want to make sure you’re 100% ok with your choice. Please tell me you are?”
“Yes, Mr. Ashley. Please, do to me as you wish.”
Fuck me… “It would be my absolute pleasure.” I stand up grabbing her hand and pull her close to me, unzipping her dress from behind while holding her close to my body. I rub my cock against her, letting her know how turned on I am.
I slip her dress off her shoulders, making it fall to the floor, leaving her naked except for her black lace thong panties and black bra. Why this sexy as hell woman pays me for sex I will never know, but I won’t ever complain.
Unhooking her bra, I slip it off, freeing her breasts, grabbing them as they easily fill my hands. Slowly, I bring my hands up to rub her shoulders and down her arms, bringing her closer as I kiss her shoulder.
As I pull back I start to undo my tie, whispering to her, “Hold your arms out in front of you. Are you sure you’re ok with me tying your hands together? If it is too much, just say so and I will stop immediately. I want you to feel completely comfortable with me.”
I can see her suck in a harsh breath as she holds her hands out to me while she shakes her head up and down. Her lips start to quiver the slightest bit so I take my opportunity and lean down, kissing her softly, trying to calm her nerves. She lets out a small moan again and I smile, pulling back so I can focus on her hands.
Once I have them secure I pull her into me and whisper in her ear, “Lie down on the bed and put your arms over your head.”
She looks at me before slowly walking over to the bed, lying down and placing her hands over her head.
“I can stare at you naked all day Ms. Knight,” I whisper as seductively as I can. “You truly are a sight to be seen.”
I watch as Andrea’s eyes swoon, making me smirk. Damn I’m good.
Andrea doesn’t take her eyes off of me as I approach her and tie the other end of the tie to her headboard. Slowly I run my fingers down her face and over her breasts, pulling on her nipples as I lower down to kiss her neck. She welcomes my kiss, tilting her head back, giving me better access as she moans from my touch.
Moving my hands down to her pussy, I slowly rub on the top of her panties, teasing her, making her body bend up to welcome me more. I take total advantage, leaning down to suck her nipple into my mouth.
I lean back and start to unbutton my shirt, taking it off, looking directly into her eyes. Andrea smiles at me as she stares at my chest. I know she loves what she sees, what girl wouldn’t? I can tell she wants to reach up and touch me but she can’t and I love teasing her more so I flex slightly.
While slipping off her panties and then removing my own pants and boxer briefs, I look up from between her legs and breathlessly say, “Open your legs.”
With an intense look in her eyes, she slowly drops her knees to either side and I lower down, seductively wrapping my mouth around her. Pulling back just a little bit, with only the tip of my tongue, licking up and down her folds in long strokes. Andrea moans, and I can tell she is longing to touch me and pull my mouth closer but she can’t. Playing with any girl like this is so much fun. It drives them wild.
I drive them wild.
Andrea’s body starts to move with my motion as I slip two fingers inside of her, teasing her slick heat. I can feel her body tightening around my fingers and I can tell she’s rising closer and closer, so I reach up to grab her nipple while pushing my entire mouth against her, making her body climax as she wraps her legs around my head. Convulsing by my touch.
She can barely breathe as she loosens the grip of her legs and they fall to the side in sexual exhaustion.
“Ms. Knight, you taste so good,” I say looking up to her from still between her legs.
Protection always being one of the major rules of my madam, I reach to the floor, grab a condom from my pocket, and slip it on. “I am not quite done with you yet, though.”
Still tied to the bed, with her head reeling from her orgasm, Andrea looks up and smiles, looking deep into my eyes as saying please, take me again, and oh, I plan to.
I lower down, pushing myself inside her. She moans as she feels me fill her insides with everything I have to give. I move in and out, slow at first, teasing her until she can’t take it any more.
Since I do this practically every day, I can last with ease, teasing her all day long and it barely affects me. I love watching my clients go out of control, to the point that they can’t take it anymore and beg for me to offer them their release.
That’s what turns me on. I know exactly how to make a woman cum and I love that I can bring them right to the edge so easily.
She’s starting to wither below me. Moaning so deeply, and I can hear her little pleas just begging for me. The fact that she can’t grab me, pull me closer and hang on for leverage, makes it so much more intense, I just know it.
Feeling her start to lose control, I tilt my hips to just the right spot and start to pump faster and faster until she explodes all around me again, clenching her legs around my waist, keeping me inside of her. It’s so fucking hot I can’t help but join in as I find my own release.
Lying on top, I lift up on my arms; softly kiss her lips before slowly pulling out and untying the tie, freeing her arms.
Andrea sleepily smiles her appreciation, whispering, “Can you leave the tie?” as she rolls to her side with a beautiful, spent smile on her face.
I smirk at my job well done, “Of course. Can I get you anything?”
“No, you can let yourself out. I want this feeling to last,” she rolls to her back smiling at me from ear to ear before closing her eyes.
I lean down, kiss her forehead and grab the covers to tuck her in, “Thank you, Ms. Knight. Till next time...”
I put on my clothes and slip into the bathroom to flush the condom before leaving.
I smile to myself, yet another satisfied customer.
The next day, I’m walking down Market Street, heading to grab a late lunch. Glancing into Starbucks, I’m stopped in my tracks when I see her again, the girl from the concert, sitting at the bar seating in the window, wearing a silky spaghetti strap dress, same soft pink lips.
Damn those lips.
She looks just as stunning as I remember. She’s sitting by herself, reading a textbook, listening to music. Looking down at her book, her hair falls softly over her right eye and she slowly tucks it behind her ear, while taking a sip of her coffee, not taking her eyes off the book. My chest tightens briefly as I change my intention for food and open the door to enter the coffee shop.
After ordering a mocha and a muffin, I sit down next to her, sneaking a peek in her direction while taking a drink. She hasn’t acknowledged, or even glanced my direction and I’m slightly annoyed at the apparent San Francisco, I’m-in-my-own-world attitude, that even she isn’t immune to.
I take a deep breath and open a paper that was sitting at my seat and fold it open to the crossword. Nervously, I start to fidget trying to figure out how to get her attention. I can’t believe how nervous I am and I’m starting to feel like a pathetic
freak.
She’s focused on her book and nodding her head to the music streaming through her earbuds. Trying not to seem so obvious, I glance her way and notice her phone screen is on displaying her iTunes playlist that shows she’s listening to Blake Shelton Boys Round Here.
Country music, huh? Interesting… Looking down at my puzzle, but keeping one eye on her, I see the next song display Tom Petty Mary Jane’s Last Dance. I smile seeing her iTunes playlist is just as eclectic as mine.
As the minutes pass by, I’m still trying to figure out a sly way to get her attention. Then I see it. The next song starts and it’s Unwritten Law She Says.
Smiling at the new song streaming to her ears, she reaches over, turns up the song and starts to mouth the lyrics while bobbing her head.
This is my opportunity. I softly touch her shoulder saying, “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you but I couldn’t help but notice what you’re listening to. I’m a huge fan and wondered if you went to see them the other day?” Knowing exactly what her answer would be, I smile at her with my sexy half smirk.
I’m guessing I shocked her a little by touching her because she jumped slightly before looking in my direction.
I take my earbuds out of my ears to turn in the direction of the hot guy sitting next to me. He’s wearing a slick, expensive looking black suit with a button up white shirt underneath leaving the top button undone which displays a sneak peek of his heavenly chest. He keeps his three-day stubble very neat along his chiseled jaw. His bright blue eyes along with his sexy smile make me gasp momentarily until I remember he asked me a question.
“Of course I was there. Wouldn’t have missed it. I’m surprised someone like you knows who they are.”
He tilts his head to one side teasingly saying, “Now why would you think that? I guess I could say the same about you.” He smiles pointing to me while looking down at my Jimmy Choo brown knee high boots.
“Touché, Mr…?” I ask, smiling sweetly at him.
“Ashley, Charles Ashley, but my friends call me Charlie. And you are?” He offers his hand out to me.
“Allison, Allison Hayes.” I oblige, holding my hand out to his. We touch for the first time and I smile in sweet agony. Oh, he’s hot and a good, firm handshake.
“So Charles, how long have you been listening to Unwritten Law?”
“Please, call me Charlie,” he replies quickly.
“Well Charlie, I didn’t think we were friends,” I pause for a second then continue in a whisper, “yet,” as I take another sip of my coffee.
He cocks his head to the side, smiling at me before replying, “I’m an old school fan, all the way back to CPK days. Please don’t tell me you’re a Seein’ Red fan.”
Ok, so he’s a long time fan. I get what he’s saying about the song Seein’ Red since it is one of their biggest radio hits more recently but true fans aren’t big on the song because it is too radio. “No, I’m a Cailin fan… That’s more acceptable though right? Been following them ever since.” Cailin is their other radio hit from years ago that’s a song about the lead singer’s daughter.
“You’re female, I would expect nothing less. It’s a good song though, so I approve.”
“Oh, do you now…” I flirtingly snap back. “And what if I would have said I was a Seein’ Red fan?”
“I would have had to ask you to call me Charles and go back to drinking my coffee, bidding you a good day,” he jokingly says in return. “So it’s a good thing you passed. Not sure if I’m ready to bid you a good day, at least not yet…” he takes a sip of his coffee slyly looking at me over the rim of his cup.
I smile, thinking the feeling is mutual. “So, besides rock music, what other kinds of music do you like?”
“A little of everything. I’d say my taste is very eclectic. Everything from Zeppelin to Jason Aldean to Lil Wayne.”
“Yeah, eclectic would be a good way to explain you. What else would describe you?” I flash him a sexy smile asking my question.
“Music wise or otherwise?” he raises an eyebrow to me.
I laugh, “Why don’t we start with music wise,” looking down for a second, I whisper to myself, “You can maybe show me otherwise later.”
Charlie’s lips tilt up in a half smile. Damn he is so sexy!
“Well, Miss Hayes, if a song has good lyrics, and speaks to me, I like it, no matter the genre. My mom always said, ‘Music is the Doctor.’”
“I love that. Very true. You’ll have to tell your mom I agree.”
He looks out the window with a sudden change in his mood that is totally obvious but I can tell he’s trying to hide it. Did I say something wrong?
After a brief second he turns back asking, “So what about you? What do you like to listen to?”
“Pretty much the same thing. I love to dance, so anything that will make me move, but I’m also a sucker for a good love song.”
After two hours of unbelievable flirting I’m in absolute heaven. We talked about everything yet nothing at all. It flowed so naturally and there was never a silent moment between us. My cheeks are literally hurting from smiling so hard. He made me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever met. And not silly, listen to my joke laugh, I mean, deep, oh my God, you get that way too, laugh.
We have so much in common that I feel like someone finally gets me, especially when it comes to music. I’ve always liked such an eclectic mix but never had anyone to share it with.
He glances down at his watch, and I can tell he’s surprised at the time and how fast it has flown by. With a slight frown he glances up at me, “I’m sorry, I have to go. Meet me here tomorrow, say five o’clock?”
Surprised at his abrupt end to our conversation, I reply, “Um, ok, five o’clock tomorrow...”
Charlie leans down like he’s going to kiss me on my cheek but stops short, whispering in my ear, “Till we meet again,” and walks out the door, sneaking in one more look, winking at me as he disappears through the door.
I totally blush since he had to have seen me checking him out. Turning back to my phone, I quickly pick it up and dial my sister, Nichole.
“I’ve met him!” I whisper into the phone when she answers.
“Who, you’ve met who?”
“The man I’m going to marry.”
“Are you kidding me, Allison?” Nichole taunts me through the phone. “Who are you talking about?”
“I was sitting at Starbucks, studying and he sat next to me. When he saw I was listening to Unwritten Law, he started talking to me and we sat here for almost two hours!”
“So, did you get his number?”
“Um… no… He left abruptly but said, ‘Meet me here tomorrow at five o’clock.’”
“Ok Allison, for your sake I hope you get to see him again but I wouldn’t hold my breath.”
Nichole is far from a romantic and has always been kind of a man-hater, but is even more now after walking in on her boyfriend and roommate having sex.
To say she’s jaded is an understatement. She’s always teasing me that romance is for suckers and there is no point in falling in love. She would rather just enjoy sex, like men do, then move on so no one gets hurt.
I frown at her over the phone, she’s such a love buzz kill. I say goodbye, hang up the phone and pack my things up to leave the coffee shop.
I rush back to my place to get my car to meet my new client, Jacquelyn. Pulling out of the garage, I head toward Market Street, then turn onto Embarcadero, heading down the long road past all of the tourist attractions of Pier 39 and the Marina before reaching the Golden Gate Bridge. After driving across the bridge, I exit the highway entering into downtown San Rafael and pull up to the Embassy Suites.
As I walk into the bar area I search to find a woman wearing polka dots and spot her at a small table in the corner. She’s in her early 40’s and looks just like a typical Bay Area woman with hair shoulder length, big curls and dark eye makeup to match. She’s fiddling with her wedding ring, twisting it around her finger.
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Married huh? I know this type…
I watch as she takes it off and slips it into her purse.
I’ve been in this line of work for a while now and the married ones are all alike. They love their husbands but they want to feel loved back. Their relationships have lost that spark, that romanticism. They are all sick of their husbands just sticking their dicks out to them like that should turn them on. They want to feel like they are sexy and desirable. When will men learn that’s all women really want and in turn they will get more sex themselves?
I laugh at the thought though; I guess I should be thankful because they always come running to me when their husbands fail them.
I approach Jacquelyn with a cocky ease knowing exactly what my moves will be. Sliding into the seat in front of her, I smile saying, “Excuse me, are you Ms. Sanders by chance?”
Jacquelyn takes a short, sharp breath in as she looks at me for the first time.
Yeah, I know, take it all in.
She quickly licks her lips while holding out her hand, barely mouthing the words, “Yes, Mr. Ashley, I presume?”
I grab her hand and instead of just shaking it politely, I slowly pull it up to my lips and, without losing eye contact with her, gently kiss the top of her hand. “You are a beauty to be seen,” I say while still holding her hand.
I’m horrible, I know. I don’t really mean it but who cares. She’s with me for a reason and it’s my job to make sure she feels desirable.
Jacquelyn blushes with embarrassment and excitement. I can tell no one has ever taken her breath away quite like I have in this moment, sad really. I mean she’s pretty, just not my type.
Wait, do I even have a type? Hmmm, yes, I do, Allison. Whoa, I can’t think about her. Not now. Get back in the game Ashley…
Not letting go of her hand, I place it in between the two of us, moving my fingers around, caressing her ever so slightly. The feeling flowing through me leaves me a little unsure. It’s Allison, I know it is but I push all thoughts of her out of my mind and focus on my new client. What’s her name again? Oh yeah, Jacquelyn, Jacquelyn Sanders. She is my focus right now.
