Client No. 6

by Cassandra Dee

“You’ve never been?” he asked casually, leaning back in his chair, that big form relaxed, sated from the food.

  “Nope, never,” I replied, patting my lips delicately. “It’s expensive. Plane tickets out to Europe are now six hundred minimum and I have to save for college and all that. But,” I said with a shy smile, “I’ve wanted to go to Paris so bad since I was a little girl, you know meet my Prince Charming on top of the Eiffel Tower.”

  And the big man smiled at me tenderly, reaching forward to push a tendril of my hair behind my ear.

  “You will,” he murmured throatily. “A girl as beautiful as you will absolutely meet her Prince Charming one day.”

  And I was a little stung because it didn’t sound right. Wasn’t Stone supposed to proclaim, “Oh, I’m your Prince Charming, I’m going to carry you off into the sunset, come with me on my white horse?” Instead, it sounded like he was saying, “You’re a sweet little girl and Prince Charming is coming, but it’s not me.”

  So I frowned.

  “What do you mean, I’ll meet my Prince Charming one day?” I said slowly. As much as I wanted to keep this a nice dinner and enjoy myself, I couldn’t let a comment like that just slip.

  And Stone realized his error immediately.

  “Evie, you’re young,” he ground out, “It’s hard to know what you want, you haven’t experienced the world. You have so much ahead of you.”

  I was silent for a moment.

  “Yes, but what is this then?” I asked insistently, gesturing to the dinner. “What is this food? What have we been doing in the classroom?”

  He shook his head, tired all of sudden.

  “Do we have to do this now?” he asked wearily. “Really, now? A define the relationship talk now?”

  And I was silent for a moment. Okay, I was pushing things but at the same time, yes, I wanted to know exactly what we were to each other, what we were doing.

  So I nodded.

  “Mr. Phillips, what am I to you?” I cocked my head, my eyes quizzical, my body suddenly incredibly still. “Tell me,” I demanded, suddenly unable to breathe, realizing just how much his answer meant to me. This wasn’t just some one time fling for me, and I hoped, god I hoped, it wasn’t for him either.

  The big man sighed again, running a hand through that midnight black hair, ruffling it so that he looked devilishly attractive.

  “Evie,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You know what we’re doing isn’t legit.”

  And I snorted at that. Legit was the last word I’d use to describe what we were doing. So I went for it, crass and crude.

  “What are we then?” I asked. “Fuck friends? Bed buddies? Friends with benefits? A student you fuck on the side?”

  And the big man shook his head, his face strained.

  “No baby, we’re more than that but I can’t define it,” he ground out. “What we are shouldn’t even exist. There are no words because it’s wrong, you hear me? So yeah, what do you want me to say? That you’re my girlfriend? That we’re dating? Because you know it’s my job if I do.”

  And I was silent for a moment.

  “I know you can’t say we’re … dating,” my breath hitched a little. “But I can’t believe that you feel nothing for me either, that I’m just some circus sideshow for the time being.” I was doing my best to stay calm, even though the words tore at my heart.

  And the big man took my hand in his then, his square palm enveloping mine, his fingers warm.

  “Honey, of course you’re not a circus sideshow, that’s the silliest shit I’ve ever heard. But what we’re doing is wrong, get it? Off the charts wrong, like I’m gonna be fired wrong.”

  And I got angry then.

  “Then why are we doing this?” I said tightly, my lip trembling as I tried to control the rage. “Why? What’s the point?”

  “Because,” he said roughly, seizing my chin in his hand before bending over the table to kiss me, “of this.” And I’d never been touched like that before. It was kiss filled with longing, with pent-up desire, with all the tangled thoughts, the impossible words that couldn’t be spoken, and my heart thumped maniacally as he poured his soul into me, making me whimper, shudder and tremble.

  The big man was over on my side of the table in a flash, pulling me out of my chair, breathing into my mouth.

  “Baby girl,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re so young, so fucking young and you don’t know anything yet. I can’t take that from you, I can’t take your innocence.”

  Except I did him one better.

  “You already have,” I whispered, winding my arms around his neck pushing my soft curves against that iron chest. “You already have.” And with a deep growl, a tortured groan, he swept me up in his arms, holding me tight before making for the stairs.

  “I’m gonna … make you cum … so hard tonight,” he promised between kisses to my neck, my chin, my breasts.

  And I just giggled, my thoughts flying crazily. Why had I been so angry with Stone again? I could hardly focus on anything except the deepening heat between my thighs, my folds growing slickly wet with desire.

  “Please … fuck me hard tonight,” I gasped right back, panting my need into his mouth, grinding myself against his big form.

  And with a low growl, he tossed me onto the bed, my boobs bouncing, round ass jouncing as my hair flew.

  “Clothes. Off,” the big man commanded, eyes gleaming as he tore off his t-shirt. I was mesmerized for a moment by those rock hard abs, the broad, defined chest, but he wouldn’t let up.

  “I said, ‘Off,’” he repeated, this time whipping off his belt, folding it in a loop, making like he was going to beat my ass.

  And it turned me on, oh god. Instead of making me scared, I trembled in anticipation instead.

  “Oh yeah?” I breathed, eyes wide, “Make me,” I whispered.

  And the big man was on me then. My skirt and my shirt were torn off in moments, rags falling to the floor, a button zinging off and skittering into a corner of the room. Oh god, this was happening. This was really happening.

  Because Mr. Phillips showed no mercy. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that my ass was hanging off the edge of the bed and smacked me once, the smooth leather cracking against my creamy ass cheeks.

  “Owwww!” I howled. “Owwww!”

  It stung so good, hurt so bad that I felt sparks shoot from my pussy as my ass tingled, the creamy white skin deepening with a lash of red.

  “Fuck you,” was all he said in return, and smacked me again, this time on the backs of my thighs.

  “Ouch!” I screamed this time. “Please Mr. Phillips!”

  “Please what?” he heaved, hand raised. “What do little girls say please for?”

  “Please … please do it again!” I shrieked, my boobs heaving, the backs of my thighs tingling with white fire, numb with agony and ecstasy.

  But Mr. Phillips wanted it a different way this time. He heaved me around so that I fell flat on my back on the big bed, a tiny pair of panties my only shield against his gaze. And without missing a beat, he smacked the flat of his hand against my pussy.

  “Owww!” I squealed, squirming, my cunt overheating in a second, the gush of moisture between my thighs becoming a stream. “Owww!”

  His eyes ate me up, hungry like an animal, dick poking out from his jeans so hard, so big that I thought it might pop through the stiff denim. But there was more in store.

  “Take them off,” he hissed, blue eyes devouring my curvy form, I could feel the heat of them on my curves.

  And this time I obeyed without question. Scrambling, I hitched the panties over my hips, pulling the damp lace off, baring everything to him. I even parted my thighs without asking, showing him my moist, gleaming folds, the way my clit poked through my labia, begging for his touch, stiff and nubby.

  But he wanted more.

  “Hold yourself open,” he ground out, his eyes fierce on my pussy, “because I’m gonna spank your clit.”

  And I don’t kn
ow what made me come right then, either the anticipation of his hand on my sensitive nub or the fact that I was so turned on that I couldn’t control my body. But I spurted like a wild woman, my pussy arching, heaving, spasming uncontrollably as sprays of juice rained, showering my lower belly and thighs with droplets of fragrant liquid.

  And the big man stared at me the entire time, witnessing the deep pussy spurts, my moist, glistening flesh as I came hard. Because I gave it all away then, my deepest secret. Without meaning to, I screamed as I came, my eyes locked with his, my legs parted as my pussy clenched.

  “Stonnnne!” I moaned, our eye contact electric, my body thrashing with sensation. “I love you!”

  And it only intensified the orgasm. I came again and again, my back almost arching off the bed, legs spread on the coverlet, boobs heaving.

  And as the last spurt shot into the air, the clear pussy juice a fountain of nectar, the big man surprised me. He pushed his head between my legs, catching it in his mouth, drinking it before swallowing audibly, savoring the honey.

  “Fuuuck,” was all he could manage, his face pressed into the sweetness between my thighs, tongue running up and down my folds. “Fuck me.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Stone

  I don’t know how this has gotten as far as it has. Because Evie is so beautiful, so tempting, and yet so real that I’ve fallen head over heels for her. Can you believe it? Stone Phillips, scion of the Phillips family, has fallen in love with one of his students.

  It wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be getting away from women, not losing my heart to a curvy nymphette. But that’s what’s happened. It kinda crept up on me, I guess. At first, it was just our dalliances in the classroom but it got to a point where I was so desperate to see her again, so excited to spend quality time with the brunette that I went all out for our dinner date. I cooked, actually cooked, which I hadn’t done in ages, pulling out my best roast chicken with carrots, a gourmet recipe that’d been handed down from my beloved Nana years ago.

  Because I’m from a rich family and it’d been Nana’s desire to see me married before she died. There were so many girls all the time, throwing themselves at the handsome and rich Stone Phillips, the only son of an only son, set to inherit billions. But I didn’t want it. I didn’t like the girls from my social set, they were so conniving, so greedy, and so fucking skinny all the time. I hated when they brushed up against me, the bony clavicles, the chests that caved inwards instead of out, the hips that jutted painfully. I was always afraid that one or the other would disintegrate into ash, they were so fucking dry and brittle.

  Because I love getting physical when I’m in bed and I need a woman with real curves. I need heft, I need swing, I need flesh to dig my fingers into, and Evie was the answer. I’d spanked her, no whipped her with my belt, and it’d been so good that my cock practically jizzed in my jeans. Her ass had immediately gone from creamy white to an angry red, the stripe of scarlet violent against those sweet cheeks, so beautiful I almost came.

  And when I’d spanked that pussy, it’d been more of the same. My palm had connected with a real twat, juicy and so sweet that I’d practically shoved my fingers in right then, felt her moistness clamp around me.

  But Evie did me one better … because she came right then, with no dick play. The little girl was so sensitive, so amazing, that she actually orgasmed without a cock inside, the headiness of our acts throwing her into the X zone, making her thrash and give it up so sweetly that I actually did come then, my dick releasing within my jeans.

  Fuck, it was so fucking good. Evie’s so right for me, physically and emotionally, curvy, sweet, and sassy, with enough verve to keep me on my toes.

  And right now, she was only proving her worth.

  “Mr. Phillips,” she cooed, “Don’t you want to put it in?”

  And I watched avidly as the brunette pulled her knees up, straightening her legs until they stood out like a perfect V, her pussy dripping with desire, holes winking at me.

  I couldn’t resist. My cock was out in a flash and there was no mercy for the virgin this time. I shoved it in, that huge ten incher buried deep in two seconds flat, making her twist and scream, that sweet pussy wrapped around me so tight, so right.

  “Fuuuuck!” I ground out, banging my hips against her, my balls slamming against that fleshy ass. “Fuuuuck!”

  And she threw her head back, eyes half-closed, and screamed again.

  “Ohhhhh!” she hissed, breasts flushed, those perfect tits pressed in my face. And I began going at it, my hips like pistons, dick ramming into her again and again, forcing her to take it, forcing the girl to surrender, take every inch of me, deep-dicking her with no mercy.

  “Ahhhh!” she cried again, boobs heaving, those rosy red tips pointed to the air. I sucked one into my mouth, tonguing it as my rod pounded away, and the brunette squealed again, her nipple like a rock in my mouth.

  But I wasn’t done yet. As I fucked her, boob in mouth, dick in twat, I had one more trick up my sleeve. Reaching underneath, I shoved a finger into her asshole, a deep, musky scent immediately enveloping us, her fragrant femininity so arousing, so heavy.

  “AHHHHHHH!” Evie twisted involuntarily, writhing with ecstasy. And the girl was so sensitive that this added connection drove her over the edge. Her anus contracted around my finger as her twat clamped onto my dick, the girl coming like a volcano, molten lava spilling from her hole to bathe my cock in sweet pussy cream. “AHHHH!” she screamed again, blowing out my eardrums with her ecstasy.

  And I couldn’t hold on any longer either. The feel of her anus clenching, her pussy milking me like mad forced me to give it up, and I shot ream after ream of hot sperm into her, spraying her with my virile white, my semen the stuff of life. I growled roughly, almost biting her nipple as I jerked again and again, my body out of control, lost in the sweetness that was Evie.

  And after it was over, I was careful, taking my time. Slowly, I pulled my dick out, soaking up the sight of hot meat exiting her pussy lips, my pole glistening with our combined cream, drenched in a mix of cunt juice and sperm. But I kept my finger in because I had a surprise. Reaching under the pillow, I pulled out a raw carrot.

  Evie looked at it languorously.

  “What’s that for?” she asked, breasts still heaving, flanks shiny with a sheen of sweat.

  I didn’t bother to reply.

  “Turn around baby girl, but careful, keep my finger in your ass.”

  And I don’t know how it happened, but the girl spun slowly, moving her legs one after the other, her torso twisting sinuously until she was poised on her hands and knees, my finger still jammed in her anus.

  “See baby?” I ground out. “You didn’t fight me on that one and I’m gonna reward you as a result,” I ground out. “You’ll learn, baby girl, don’t fight because surrender is sweet.”

  The brunette shifted slightly to shoot me a sultry glance over her shoulder.

  “Is that right?” she murmured. “And what is this ‘reward,’ Mr. Phillips?”

  I just growled, slowly pulling out my finger. Fuck, it smelled so good, tasted so good as I licked it, sucked the digit, Evie’s eyes going wide as watched me.

  “Fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Baby girl, every part of you tastes good. But I’m gonna serve up a side helping of carrots now.” And with that I took the raw vegetable in hand. I’d scrubbed this one especially well, practically scouring the skin off so that it was bright orange, fresh and stiff. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began pushing the carrot into her anus.

  “Ohhhh!” the brunette squealed, reflexively pulling away at first, her pucker clenching in protest.

  But I held her down firmly, refusing to let her budge.

  “It’s cold, I know baby, I had it in the fridge before you came over. Consider it part of the experience,” I ground out, eyes blazing, watching as I worked the carrot in, the orange disappearing slowly between her ass cheeks. “Think of what’s going on. Your anal hole is
getting fucked … by a vegetable.”

  And the brunette moaned again, eyes closed, lashes half moons on her cheeks as her face scrunched in concentration, every iota of her being focused on her sweet pucker.

  “Ohhhhh fuck,” she moaned gutturally. “Oh god, I’m so fucked.”

  And I chuckled then. I wasn’t up for Cook of the Year … but maybe I could win for Most Inventive in the Kitchen.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Evie

  I dialed Mindy on my phone, lying on my stomach in bed. The past week had been crazy and I could hardly believe it. I’d been Mr. Phillips’ fuck slut, doing him every which way, letting him do whatever he wanted to me. But it was more than that too. I’d said “I love you” in a moment of passion and although my lover hadn’t said it back, I could tell he felt it.

  But Mindy’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

  “Bitch is that you?” she chirped on the other end of the line.

  I laughed, my line of thought dissipating like mist on a sunny day.

  “Yeah girl, it’s me,” I said. “So sorry I’ve been out of touch. Things have gotten crazy,” I admitted. The thing is they were crazy and complicated on the outside, but I felt totally at peace internally. Things were so good with Mr. Phillips that I felt happy and comfortable. After all, I’d lost my virginity to the most gorgeous, amazing man I knew, and we had a real connection too.

  But Mindy didn’t know any of this.

  “Where’ve you been?” she chirped again. “Bitch it’s been three days and you know we don’t go three hours without texting.”

  I sighed. That was true, Mindy and I were totally addicted to our phones, chattering back and forth all the time.

  “I have so much to tell you …” I began, but was cut-off by a yelp on the other side. “Min?” I asked, “you okay?”

  A scuffle and some crackling and then my friend came back on the line.

  “Yeah, sorry I had to chase Boomer off. You know my little brother and all,” she apologized.

  I laughed, I’d known Boomer since he was a baby and now in seventh grade, he was a bunch of trouble. Cute, but a little rat nonetheless.