by Amy Brent
“Yes, please. And if you could spank my tits and jerk those off during my orgasm?” She wasn’t fazed at all about her requests, and I shrugged.
“Which orgasm? You’re going to have many.” I set the clamps in place, and they were attached by a loose chain which lay against her breasts.
“Whichever you like, Sir.” Something about the way she’d said sir had my dick even harder than I’d imagined and once I had her clamped and tied, I centered myself back against her wet slit and nudged my cock in. She was a tight fit, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get all the way in, but that wouldn’t matter, what I needed was only about two inches inside and upward. The magic button, also known as the g-spot.
I thrust my cock hard, and she jumped and cried out, “It’s so big and hard, Ross. I’ve never known one so hard. Ever.” She winced as I worked it in and then soon enough I was fucking her nice and steady. I worked her hole a bit, and she came once, giving me what I’d need. That initial come, no matter how minuscule it was, was like a doorway to the floodgates, and after that, I had her worked into a frenzy.
She brought her hands down and rubbed her tits, teasing the nipple clamps which I wasn’t quite ready to rip off. I wanted her to be good and tender first.
Her channel tightened and the grip of her button, which was super spongy against my cock, told me that she was almost ready so, I held that vibrator on her clit relentlessly until she was begging.
I met her eyes as I steady fucked her. “Do you feel that pinch?”
“I feel like I’ve got to pee.” She tightened her walls, and I shook my head.
“That’s not pee; you’re about to come, let it come, Claire. Don’t hold back.” I ground my hips against her button and pulled away allowing the dam to break free. Her soaking come gushed, and her eyes widened.
“Oh, my! I did it!” She celebrated as I continued to fuck her and I couldn’t help but belt a laugh. She did too and then, in a moment, she relaxed, and I thrust hard against her, pulling my cock back only as needed to give her room to spray. As she cried out, her pussy spurting more hot come all over my cock, soaking my balls, I reached up and jerked her clamps off, and she came again, this time getting splashed in the face as I thrust against her with a wet slapping noise.
The hotel’s room service would be angry, but by the end of the session, I had her laying in soaked sheets, panting for breath with tears in her eyes.
“I never thought I could. Thank you so much. Your dick is so hot and so incredible. I’d like to have you again next week if possible. Maybe midweek?” She kept twisting and pinching her legs together, and I could tell that there was something going on.
“Midweek isn’t going to work for me.” I leaned in and rubbed her mound. “Are you sure you’re finished?” I slipped my hand up her thigh and parted her, inserting three fingers into her channel and sure enough as soon as I touched it, she gushed as a dam had burst, her come soaking my hand.
She writhed on the bed with tears flowing steadily. “Thank you. Oh, you’re so amazing. I’ll pay you double if you can do midweek. Please.” She was breathless, and her money was good. It wasn’t like I had a lot of people willing to pay me that kind of money for my time or my body. Yet. Melanie seemed to think that it was all going to work out, and how could I turn down money?
“Okay, Wednesday?”
“Yes, please. And I’ll make sure to put new batteries in my vibrator. You sure gave it a workout. And me one as well.” She let loose a soft giggle.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” She handed me the money, and I counted my hundreds before I stuffed them into my pocket, and sure enough, she’d slipped in a couple of extra crisp hundreds.
I raised a brow, but she held up her hand. “You’re so worth it.” Too much of that type of praise was going to have my ego soaring.
I waited for her to shower and leave before I got cleaned up and then I got in the car to head home. I decided to call Melanie and tell her thanks and to let her know how it went.
She let out a long sigh. “Ross, please tell me you’re in a good mood, and all went well.”
“I’m in a fantastic mood, and all went according to plan, and it was so successful that Claire tipped me two-hundred extra, and booked me for Wednesday.”
“That’s great. So, it wasn’t that bad, huh?”
She sounded a bit out of breath, and I had to wonder what her night had been like.
“No, it wasn’t. I’ll do it again. It’s the easiest money I’ve ever made in my life. I just wanted to say thanks. I finally feel like things are looking up.” I let out a sigh of relief, and she let loose a giggle.
“I’m so relieved. I worried you’d hate it and then I’d have to disappoint the others. You have quite the schedule building, and I’m sure that they’ll want to see you again after. The next job is a bit different. It’s the one where the lady would like her husband to watch. Is that going to be a problem? They are a nice couple, he’s in his fifties, and she’s twenty-nine.” The age difference seemed okay, and no one was too young, so I’d play along.
“Sounds good to me, especially since I saw the rates.”
“It is always going to be more money anytime there is more than one person. The parties are the best rates. You’ll make a killing and the best thing about those, once one person has a party like that, then the others at the party will want to have their fun too and you’ll get other bookings. Just wait, you’re going to have some fun, especially when you get used to the clients. You’ll be like family.” She let loose another giggle, and I couldn’t imagine being so intimate with another couple that I stopped seeming like a job. I trusted her though.
“It’s exciting, to say the least. I’ll see you for our weekly appointment?” She said she wanted to continue seeing me for our fun.
“Yes, I can’t let these girls have all the fun. Be sure and save a nice big load for me. Don’t go giving it all away.” Her voice was a scolding tone, and I laughed.
“Oh, I promise I won’t give it away, but I can’t promise I won’t sell it.” We shared a laugh, and when we said goodbye, I had hope that things would be okay for the first time since losing my job.
I just couldn’t let anyone close to me find out what I was doing. Above all, I had to protect Katie, and she could never know the lengths I’d gone through to take care of her.
Chapter 6
Tori
I rolled over in bed and felt my hard tablet beneath me. It jabbed into my side and hurt enough to wake me up. I pulled the thing from under me and placed it on the bedside table and then heard laughter from the living room. Kevin and his friends were still here, and it was almost eight a.m.
So much for having them out by midnight. I got to my feet and wrapped my robe a bit tighter around me and headed out to see what they were up to.
It appeared that the tournament was still ongoing and two of the players were so intent on the game, that they didn’t see me there. “Go that way, you idiot. You’re going to get killed.” They jabbered back and forth to one another and jerked their bodies around as they played like they were inside the game.
“Where’s Kevin?” I rubbed my eyes, and they both shrugged, and then they glanced at each other and went back to their game. Some of the others had gone home, including the only female of the bunch, who had always given me ugly looks.
I decided to go to the kitchen and get some coffee and see if Kevin was around. With any luck he had breakfast going, but he wasn’t there either. I prepared my cup of coffee, which only took a couple of minutes, and then I heard a noise in my laundry room. Kevin.
I headed there hoping to convince him that the deadbeats in my living room needed to go and that the tournament was over. But then as I stepped toward the door, I heard two voices, and one was female.
My heart began to race. Was he really doing this in my house? I took a deep breath and opened the door a small crack.
Kevin stood with his pants down around his knees as he thru
st into the girl with the dirty looks who was leaned over my washing machine taking his cock and two fingers in her ass. Opening the door was enough to grab Kevin’s attention, and as he looked over, I folded my arms across my chest.
Kevin stopped mid-stroke, and the girl glanced over her shoulder. “Oops.”
“Babe, what do you want me to say? I’m sorry.” He pulled his dick from her and turned to pull up his pants.
“Get the fuck out of me house and take her with you. I want all of your shit gone, so you don’t have any reason to come back.” I walked back into the kitchen, and Kevin followed, much to the dismay of his girl who followed him in with a what the fuck expression.
“Kevin is tired of you neglecting him for your job. Maybe if you put out a little more, he wouldn’t have to cheat.”
Kevin held up his hand to the girl. “You’re not helping, Angel.” Then he gave me a little shrug and a grin. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” He’d obviously told her all of that.
“I don’t think you had to lie to her to get her to fuck you; she looks easy enough. Get out, Kevin. Seriously, at this point, I don’t even care.”
“Yeah, I can tell you are really broken up about it. Who is he, Tori? Who have you been seeing? Cause there has to be another man if you’re not even pissed off about this.” His eyes were hard, and Angel huffed behind him.
“Do you care about her or me, Kev? Because from what you told me, you were done with this bitch.” Angel wasn’t doing herself any favors, but she did say enough to bring him around, and he realized that I was done. He better not piss off his new girlfriend.
“Come on, Angel. Let’s go.” He took her hand and dragged her out of the kitchen and then I heard him yelling to his buddies that the tournament was over and to pack up. He let them know it was my doing and they were all pissed off at me as they left. I didn’t care. I slammed the door shut and released a long breath.
To say it didn’t hurt me that Kevin had cheated would be a lie, but it wasn’t like I’d expected it. It might have hurt more if I hadn’t been at the end of my rope with him and scoping out a new man. I walked around the house picking up the trash they’d left lying around and took it out back to the waste bin, and after an hour of cleaning up my house and vacuuming their cookie crumbs, Jackie showed up.
“Yikes, looks like I came at a bad time. If you’re spring cleaning, you’re a little late.”
“No, I’m cleaning up after the gaming tournament that my ex-boyfriend hosted in my living room before fucking his barely legal girlfriend over my washing machine.” I sprayed my coffee table down with furniture polish and wiped away the gunk they’d left behind with their snacks.
“Wait, did I hear you right? You did say ex, right? As in you finally broke up with that little piece of trash?”
“Did you hear the part about him fucking someone against my washing machine?” It probably wasn’t a surprise to her either, but the fact that I’d ditched him had been. I’d put up with a whole lot from Kevin in the past, and she’d begged me a few times to do better for myself.
“Please tell me it’s for good.” She let out a breath and slumped down on my couch dramatically.
“Yes, it’s finally over for good. I’m done with little boys. As a matter of fact, I’ve already set my sights on someone else.” I sat on the couch beside her. “Do you know my student, Katie, the one I bring into the library.”
“Yes, the little red-haired girl. She’s so smart.” Jackie leaned back against the couch.
“Right, well, I am totally crushing on her dad.”
“Oh, nice. Is he hot? I guess you gave up on much older men.” She assumed that since he had a six-year-old daughter, he couldn’t be too old.
“He’s an older man, maybe in his forties. He must have had her in his thirties. He’s so hot, and he must work out. He’s got a better body than Kevin, and many more muscles.”
“Kevin didn’t have muscles. He was a little boy.” She was exaggerating a bit, but I couldn’t help but laugh as I elbowed her side. “Forty is still too old, girl. People will think you’re his daughter and the little girl’s big sister.”
“If he will even go out with me, maybe. But, I’m not going to let that deter me. I’m tired of little boys; I want a man. I want to give myself to a man, too. Not some kid who doesn’t know what I need.”
“You sure you don’t want to go down to the club with me next weekend, and we can find you a hot guy that is maybe a few years older, but still in his twenties.”
“Still focused on sex, you mean? No thanks.”
“There’s nothing wrong with sex, you know. You do want to have sex, eventually, right?”
“Of course, I do, Silly. I just want to make sure that it’s with a man who knows how to treat me and how to make me feel good in more ways than one. I can’t tell you how tired I am of oral sex.”
“That’s because you’re the only one performing. That should always be a two-way deal if you ask me. I’m not putting his dick in my mouth unless he’s going downtown.” Jackie shook her head and pursed her lips.
“Well, lots of times I did it for Kevin so he’d stop pressuring me to fuck him and go to sleep.” I rolled my eyes and Jackie gave me a sympathetic look.
“You poor thing. You really do need a man. Someone that will make your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.”
“I need Mr. Reed. I think I’m going to call him and ask him to come down to the school for a meeting. I need to talk to him about his daughter’s reading level, and I thought that she might be a great candidate for the Gifted and Talented program. She’s bright in other areas too, and well above the other children even in the way she carries herself. She’s like a little old lady.”
Jackie seemed to agree. “Probably the older parent influence.”
“I thought while I have him in my room, I might see if he’d like to get together sometime. At least see if he’s dating or interested in someone my age. Not that I’d come out and ask, but you know, subtly.”
She rubbed her chin. “I don’t know, Tori, it seems a bit wrong to use your student/teacher conference time to try and pick up a student’s dad.”
“I’m not using the child. She really does have these talents, and I’m going to talk to him anyway. Is it so wrong to let him know I’m attracted by asking him out for coffee? I’m not asking him to deflower me.”
“Yet.” Jackie giggled and then gave me an apologetic look when I let out a breath. “I’m kidding. I’m sure it’s okay. All he can do is say yes or no, but keep your cool. You’re going to take him by surprise, I’m sure. It’s not every day a man his age gets hit on by a younger woman.”
“You don’t know that. You haven’t seen him. He’s a god. I haven’t met anyone hotter, ever.”
“I think I need to see him for myself to make that assessment, especially since you’ve obviously got strange desires.” She curled her lip.
“Just wait, you’re going to drop your panties when you see this man.” I bit my lip and thought about touching myself and the thoughts I’d had about the two of us. I imagined him between my legs, lapping and kissing, and then pressing his cock into me. I wondered if it were bigger than Kevin’s. I didn’t have much to compare it to, but it seemed average.
“Something tells me you’re already dropping yours over him.” Jackie gave me a teasing nudge, and I chuckled. We’d always talked openly about sex, and she was the only friend I felt comfortable enough sharing that kind of thing with. Besides, she had way more experience than me, and it was nice to have someone tell me about things I otherwise would never know.
I thought about the night before in the tub and all of the other times I’d thought about him. “Well, maybe a time or two.”
She belted a laugh, and I knew it wasn’t because I’d admitted to fingering myself while thinking about him, but because she’d guessed right.
“You have it bad.” She shook her head. “I hope it works out for you and that he is a d
irty old man who dates young girls.”
“I’m twenty-two, not a little girl.”
“What if he wants you to call him daddy and sit on his lap? He might have some creepy fetish that he wants to act out.”
“Creepy fetish? What do you mean?” I had heard of people having foot fetishes, but I didn’t think that was so bad. A little weird, maybe.
“There is all sort of things men do to younger women. You should really search this sort of thing out on the internet. But then again, don’t. You may never lose your virginity.”
“I highly doubt this guy is the type. He’s an older man with a six-year-old daughter. He’s just an average guy. That’s what I like about him.” Jackie was overreacting. She was more likely to find some creepy fetish guy by going out to bars than I would being interested in a student’s father.
Chapter 7
Ross
I sat on the couch staring at my phone and looking for directions to the private residence I’d be going to. Melinda said this couple was a great pair, but I was still a bit nervous going to someone’s house. It all seemed so personal, not that sex wasn’t, but bringing someone into your home—a total stranger, that just seemed too much. But then it was hard to imagine having anything like that invade my home space.
