by Liv Bennett
I loosen my hold on his hand and spread my legs for him, aware of his intense stare at my panties.
“I’m a certified massage therapist and reflexologist. I can make you come without touching you there.”
I bet he can make me come without touching me at all, just with his hot gaze. I’m at the mercy of one of the highest ranking gigolos. If it wasn’t for the medical records inhibiting us, I’m sure I’d end up letting him take me in any way he wants by the end of the afternoon.
Gently, he hooks his finger at the hem of my thigh-high and pulls it down, then repeats the same thing with the other. “Just lie down and enjoy the moment.”
I do as he says, watching him intently between the mountains of my breasts, while he fondles my foot, caresses my toes, and rubs the sole. My body is alternating between a complete relaxation and an all-consuming arousal with each touch of his magical fingers.
“Are you aroused?”
I don’t respond, and instead put my other foot on his shoulder.
“I can see you are.” He moves his hand and grabs my ankle, leaning down to lick the inner part of my lower leg. His tongue sweeps higher and higher to my knee, and I’m forced to moan out my arousal. Damn, he’s good.
I begin moving my hips in small circles against the pressure of my soaked panties.
“I want to lick your kitty.”
I grin, my eyes hooded. “You can’t.”
“Not now, but soon.”
I’m forced to look away, up to the ceiling, because I don’t want to provide him with more proof of his sexual power on me.
“Want to feel how hard you’ve made my cock?”
I inhale sharply. I actually do. I prop on my elbows and glance down at his jeans. He picks up my cue and moves up to the bed beside me, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans on his way.
My mouth is watering in anticipation. His must be beautiful; I can see it in his confidence as he takes off his jeans and stands on his knees beside me.
My hand moves automatically over to his gray, silk boxers, anxious to feel his thick member hiding underneath. His cock jerks as I slip in and my fingers circle it.
JJ closes his eyes and pushes his hips against my hand. “Take it out and lick it.”
Wasn’t I supposed to be the queen? Why do I get orders after orders? But I don’t mind this last one, because that’s exactly what I’m dying to do right now.
Pulling down his boxers, I reveal his cock to my absolute pleasure. It’s thick, smooth, and bigger than the dildo I have at home. It’d rip me apart if he thrust it hard into me. Oh, shit, I want him to. I want to feel him inside me, pulsing and twitching.
“You want it, don’t you?” He’s grinning above me. “Have you had any cold sores?”
I glance up at him, confused by his question. “I used to when I was a kid, but not anymore.”
“The same with me. I don’t see any sores around your lips. I’m clean too. I get tested regularly. You can enjoy my cock as you wish.”
I move forward, sticking my tongue out, and give it a long, wet lick.
“Fuck, take it easy, sexy. I’m only a man.”
Encouraged by his words, I take the head of his cock into my mouth and squeeze it between my lips. Another curse escapes his mouth along with the heavy breaths. He might be a professional fucker, but that won’t stop him from losing his control in my mouth. That’s the exact reason why giving head to a man is as good as letting him fuck me. I love how they break apart, oblivious to what’s going on around them, and are totally at my mercy.
I suck him viciously, pulling him in deeper, pressing the back of my tongue lower to hold back my gag reflexes. His cock feels bigger in my mouth with each lick and throbs with desire. His body is stiff except for his hips moving in synch with my sucking.
I place my hands on his stomach to push him down so he can lie down while I suck him to climax, but he doesn’t budge.
He opens his eyes, glancing down at me in a haze. “It won’t be fair if you don’t get your release.”
I let his cock slip out of my mouth, but continue stroking it with both hands. “We can’t have sex.”
“You’re forgetting the sex toys.” He pulls himself away from my hold and leans on his side toward the drawer to get a long, thick dildo in a plastic wrap. “It won’t feel as good as my cock inside you, but it’ll do for now.”
Unwrapping it quickly, he washes it with soap in the sink across the room and dries it with napkins. “I don’t think you’ll need lube.”
I shake my head shamelessly, thrilled by the prospect of having that large toy inside me.
“Take off your dress. I want to see you naked.” JJ moves toward me, his cock still as hard as it was in my mouth not too long ago, and gets on the bed.
I stand on my knees, unzip the dress, and slowly push it down, enjoying the blatant look of lust on his face. He grunts from the deep in his throat, when I pull down my bra and reveal my breasts.
“Come here.” He places the dildo beside him and points at the spot in front of him, and I walk on my knees on the bed. As soon as I’m within reach, he slides his arm around my waist, pulls me against himself, pressing his moist, hard cock between our bodies, and leans down to suck my nipples.
Oh, Heaven and Hell.
His soft lips are callous against my nipples. His teeth graze my skin. His hand roams down, cupping my ass cheeks, a finger sliding between them. I want his hand to move down to feel my wetness and finger me there. Then, I want his enormous cock ripping me apart, overwhelming my senses. I don’t care if it hurts. I prefer the pain to emptiness.
“Let me fuck you, sexy.” He pushes me down and, with just one move, settles above me on his hands and knees, his cock facing my mouth, my vagina toward his face. As soon as I feel the plastic toy sliding across my slit, I mouth his cock and suck him hard until I hear him shudder. I draw in air when he eases the dildo into me to the hilt. It’s a massive toy, much bigger than what I’m used to.
“Didn’t you say you had a ten-inch at home?”
How does he know? Did he listen to me being interrogated by Mr. Ice? Before I can ask, he pulls out that damn thing and slams it back into me, urging more juices to gush out of me. I take his cock deeper into my mouth till it hits the back of my throat, while my hand caresses his testicles. His moves with the dildo become sluggish as I feel him approaching his climax.
“I’m gonna come soon. Are you anywhere close?”
I shake my head and hum to his erection inside my mouth, earning another curse from him. He thrusts the dildo fervently into me and rubs my clitoris, but it won’t be enough, and I know why. I can’t concentrate on both giving head and climaxing at the same time. So I apply more pressure to his cock, sucking him with all my power, obliging him to give up and pump his load deep into my throat. He does and I lick him clean.
“Shit, shit, shit. I’m sorry,” he says and rearranges the dildo inside me, sliding it in and out with more uniform moves. Now that my mouth is empty, I can focus better.
Each thrust threatens to push me over my own cliff of climax, making sweat break out all around my body. I picture JJ’s large cock inside my vagina, tearing my flesh apart, instead of a lifeless toy. That brief yet powerful image is the last drop, and I come apart and jerk on my back, when the waves of orgasm take over my body. JJ keeps the dildo inside me, waiting for the convulsions to subside and my breathing to become less frantic, and then lies down next to me, hugging me with his big arms.
“Your mouth is terrific. I haven’t come like this for ages, and I’m not saying it because you’re my client.”
“I’m glad to help.” I snort between breaths, and he laughs into my hair, brushing his own sweaty body against my back.
“Will you come to me again? I want to feel how you convulse around my cock.”
“I’m not sure if I’ll come here again.”
He lifts his head to see my face. “Why? Didn’t you like it with me? Have I come too fast? Don’t you li
ke me?”
“No, it’s none of those. You’re fantastic.” I roll on my back and look up at his beautiful face. How can he even consider I might not like him with such a beautiful face? “I’m not that kind of girl. As much as I enjoy being with you, I’m sure I’ll go home and feel dirty for what I have done. You see, I’m against all sorts of prostitution. I’m sorry to say that, but I think it’s demeaning for everyone involved. I feel like I took advantage of you, because you need money and I have access to it.”
He shakes his head, his expression sad. “It’s not the way you think. We aren’t kidnapped sex slaves or something. I applied for this job to become what I am now. I studied medicine, but gave up on becoming a doctor in my last year of residency. I simply couldn’t do it. I’m a hedonist. I hate responsibilities, but I enjoy women more than anything else. I’d do this job even if it paid nothing. I live for pleasuring women. There’s nothing else in the world I’d do instead of this. I don’t need money. I can leave this place today and would live in luxury without having to work, because I’ve saved enough money.”
He hugs me tightly and dips his head to give me a kiss on the lips, and I notice he hadn’t kissed me before. He tugs at my lower lip, grazes it with his teeth, and then sticks his tongue gently into my mouth. We kiss for minutes, enjoying each other’s taste without breaking even for breathing. He’s a great kisser, and I don’t remember having been kissed like that ever in my life, but I shouldn’t be surprised by that. He’s perfect at everything related to sex.
Each stroke of his tongue is restoring my arousal, and I wish I could feel him inside me, making love to me.
As if reading my body’s reaction to him, he says, “You’ll get sore if I fuck you with that ugly dildo again.”
I flash him a tired smile. “How did you know I had a ten-inch dildo?”
“I listened to your talk with Ace. But don’t worry, because only I got to listen to you since I was going to be with you today.”
I stare at his glowing face, admiring its unique beauty. “You’re beautiful.”
He shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders. “You’re stealing my line. I was going to say that to you. Your beauty shines through walls. I can’t take my eyes away from you even for a second.”
I close my eyes, enjoying the melody of his velvet voice, trying to convince myself that he’s being honest with me.
7 - Lies - ACE
Everyone lies. Every person in my life, from my housekeeper to my employees, has in one way or another lied to me. The women in my life have provided me with enough lies that I could fill an encyclopedia-sized book with them. Even my goddamn parents lied to me for years. So when I meet a person, like Lindsay, who hasn’t lied during the half an hour debriefing in which I had her reveal the most personal information about her sexuality, it’s very normal that I feel bewildered.
She blushed. She giggled. She looked away. But, she didn’t lie. Well, except for one occasion about the size of the dildo she owns. That I’ll let it slip, because I know her purpose wasn’t lying per se, but to make me feel uncomfortable about the size of my cock.
If only she knew…
How do I know about her honesty, you will ask? Just as with all my new clients, I made her sit on a special chair that’s connected to a biofeedback machine that measures the changes in her body temperature and pulse rate to detect if she’s lying. It’s one of my favorite moments of my job. Asking some obscene questions to clients and watching their reactions both on their faces and on the screen of my computer.
However, it was more fun with Lindsay than it’d ever been.
I don’t usually ask past beyond birth control, STDs, and some general questions about sexual likes and dislikes of the clients. However, with Lindsay, I felt intrigued. Her honesty to my interrogative questions drew more offensive ones out of me. I have no doubt she’ll be mad at me if she ever finds out she’s the only woman whom I know the frequency of her masturbations.
Five times she can get off without the stimulation of a man? Without any touching or kissing? I wonder how many times she can fuck a man in a day.
And, I absolutely loved how she avoided facing me when she talked about her deep-throating skills. Not just because her shyness was adorable, it was. But, because I feared I was going to show how instantly that information turned me on.
Lindsay, deep-throating a massive cock.
That must be some show to watch. And, watched her I did while she rocked JJ’s world, making him come in record time. That counts as something, because, to say JJ can last hours is an understatement.
If the word about Lindsay’s mouth gets around, she’ll have hundreds of my men lining up to test her skills. I can’t exactly say I’m comfortable with that idea. Times like this make me wish I can be one of the escorts working here, and not the cold-hearted boss whom everyone hates.
However, how I feel doesn’t matter. Pleasure Extraordinaire is my life, my home. My employees are my only family; my clients my livelihood. I should help Lindsay get the best out of my life’s work while she can, because honestly, after one year is over, she will be a fish out of water, back to the mundane life where men are selfish jerks who don’t know how to treat women right.
8 - The Heartache
JJ and I stay in each other’s arms kissing and caressing each other for long minutes, ignoring the hors d’oeuvres and champagne. When I notice it’s getting dark outside, I slip out of his embrace, feeling cold without his hot body wrapping around me. I grab my dress, which is now wrinkled, but I couldn’t care less about it. Pain pinches at my heart when he gets off the bed and puts on his jeans. I slide inside my dress and let him zip it up.
“Promise you’ll come back for me?” he asks while doing up his fly.
“I will.” As if there’s any other way. This beautiful man, tender and sexy, would’ve never entered my life if it wasn’t for the contract I’ll sign with Michael. “Do you want to have dinner before you go?”
“No, I’m not hungry.” I straighten my dress and slip into my shoes. JJ grabs my hand, guiding me out of the suite, back to the red corridor and into Mr. Ice’s office.
“I need you here for a few more minutes if you don’t mind?” Mr. Ice asks and motions toward the chair I sat some hours ago. “JJ, you should stay too.”
JJ nods and takes the chair beside me, smiling down at me when I glance at his face. So close, yet so distant.
“I must set up your profile page so my interested employees can check it out to decide if they want an encounter with you,” Mr. Ice begins explaining. “The profile page usually includes information about the hobbies of the clients, their sexual habits, likes and dislikes. And, I also recommend adding pictures to make it easy for the employees to pick. But, due to your circumstances, we can’t place any picture of you on it. And, only employees who happen to be watching the camera recordings when you enter the establishments can see you and that depends purely on luck and will make it hard for you to choose as many men as our other clients have access to.”
“Don’t worry,” JJ interferes. “I’ll pick you whenever you come here.”
“We, very much, try to avoid having our clients getting stuck with only one or two employees,” Mr. Ice continues. “That’s why I decided to gather a jury to give a rating about your looks in place of putting pictures. A rating of eight should be as good as nude pictures taken by a professional photographer.”
I frown, unsure about how to react. “As long as I don’t have to do a catwalk in a bikini before that jury you mentioned, I’m okay with your suggestions.”
Mr. Ice just nods. “JJ, you’ll be part of the jury.” Then he turns to me. “I invited Alexander to be the third member of the jury. He used to work for a fashion magazine and knows about beautiful women inside and out.”
JJ smirks, flashing a look of dismay toward Mr. Ice. “You don’t need to work for a magazine to recognize a beautiful woman. Being a man should be enough to qualify for it automatically.”
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nbsp; “Fortunately, Alexander happens to be a man,” Mr. Ice replies, unperturbed by JJ’s teasing tone.
“Who’s going to be the other member?” I ask. “You said there’d be three people on the jury.”
“Uh.” Mr. Ice pulls his eyebrows together, an unusual reaction in the midst of his composed responses. “Me,” he states, turning up a side of his lips into a barely-there smile. His expression isn’t perverted or judging, otherwise I’d be only seconds away from making my way out of the door and building.
A knock on the door, and heads turn to the third member of the jury. A man well into his fifties with gray hair and tanned skin enters the room, and his eyes land on me, ignoring the two men. After a quick introduction, he takes his place on the other side of my chair, while I get up, upon Mr. Ice’s request, for all three men to get a better look at me.
I can’t say I’m completely comfortable by three sets of eyes roaming around my body. Except for JJ’s lustful stares, though, both Mr. Ice and Alexander glance at me as if appreciating an exquisite painting, without any hint of a sexual or demeaning air attached to their expressions.
“Clearly a ten over ten.” JJ takes the lead. “She’s a beauty through and through.” I bite my lips to stifle a smile, when he winks at me and gives a full-on once-over over my body. He’s the king of flirtation.
Mr. Ice shakes his head. “Take another guess. You’re biased because she just blew you.”
I turn to him. Shocked, disgusted and embarrassed. “How do you know?”
“I’m sorry. I had to check up on you and JJ for security reasons,” Mr. Ice answers.
Shit! He saw me while I was at my sluttiest. Had I known I was being watched, I wouldn’t even have sat on the same bed with JJ. The tiny voice in my head corrects me. Yes, I actually would.
“Wait. Wasn’t it supposed to be anonymous voting?” Alexander asks and Mr. Ice nods in agreement.
“I guess we can do it without hiding our votes if you don’t mind,” Mr. Ice asks me, breaking my telepathic flirtation with JJ.
