Then I moved to her pussy, trailing the vibrator everywhere but where I knew she wanted it. I started making small circles on the surface of her clit, moving away before she got too much pleasure, around her pussy, around her ass…always making sure she knew I was fucking her, not the other way around.
When I positioned my face above her mound, I set the vibrator on the blanket. I asked her to tell me what pleased her…precisely…so I could do it exactly that way.
I released all power to her. I wanted to see what she’d do with it.
Her eyes were glazed with passion and she raised her hips again to try and get closer to me. I pushed her back down. “No, Monica, tell me what you want me to do…everything you want me to do. And I’ll do it just the way you want it.” I kissed her inner thigh. “Come on, baby, talk to me.”
She continued to hesitate so I licked a trail from her belly button to the line of short pubic hair and stopped again. “I know you aren’t shy. Use this opportunity to get fucked exactly the way you like it.”
Monica put her hands over her breasts and squeezed them firmly. When she met my eyes where I waited between her legs, she moaned. “Spread the lips of my pussy and put your mouth on me, Sarah.” I did as she asked instantly, planting an open-mouthed kiss on her slick folds. “Oh yes, just like that.”
She was watching me eat her, seeming to get this perspective for the first time, as if she’d never actually seen someone go down on her before. Maybe she hadn’t. “Oh my god, keep licking me slow like that. Trail your tongue from my pussy to the clit.” I began. “Yes…right…there.”
I loved watching people enjoy sex; it made me hotter than getting off myself sometimes. Monica really enjoyed herself.
“Finger fuck me, Sarah. God yes, slide your finger in and out slowly…put another one inside me, baby. Perfect. So perfect.” She was pinching her nipples and they were calling to me but I knew I’d get to suck them as much as I wanted. All good things in time.
“Eat me nice and slow until I tell you otherwise. I need to grind against your mouth, it feels so good.” She started doing just that. “Fuck me harder.”
She continued to play with her nipples. Her hips were pumping against me harder now and I was keeping rhythm with the strokes of my fingers.
There was a sheen of sweat forming on her torso I could not wait to sample; but first, making her come. I liked making her work for it.
“Move your hand…yes! Oh god, yes!” She was squeezing her nipples so hard, her hips pumping up and down faster as her climax came for her. I was driving my fingers in and out of her. “Don’t stop licking me…don’t stop!”
I felt the tightening as I moved my mouth and tongue over her and increased my efforts. My fingers were curled in Monica’s pussy, rubbing against her G-spot with each hard stroke. She was so wet. “I’m coming…yes, oh yes…that feels so good!”
Even as she came, I continued to fuck her. She was still grinding against me as her muscles spasmed. There was no doubt she was over the top. I picked up the small vibrator and gently inserted it in her ass…the low setting increasing the orgasm she was already having. I used my fingers and the vibrator until she was insane with pleasure, “Sarah, don’t stop. I can’t take it, but I have to have it.” I stroked it in and out of her until she tightened even further and came again, right on top of the first time, her body arched from the blanket and drawn tight.
It was beautiful to watch.
I slid up her body and took a nipple greedily in my mouth, two fingers still inside her, still stroking her. There was a tiny pool of sweat between her breasts and I licked it up as I moved from one nipple to the other.
She raised her head to stick her tongue in my mouth and pushed me onto my back. She went after me with a vengeance. She straddled my face while she ate me and I licked her juices from her, which were easing from her body.
Monica ate me for a long time but I held back, made her keep going, when I could have come. I wanted to enjoy this. I’d earned a reward for my pussy after the workout I’d given hers.
When I couldn’t hold on anymore, I gripped her ass and sealed her folds to my mouth. She jerked against me, coming again. I shook with my climax while she licked me dry and fingered me steadily.
She wanted more. Monica always wanted more. It would always be a challenge to satiate her completely but I think I succeeded more than most of her lovers usually did.
We played with one another until the sun was starting to show itself on the horizon. We took a pre-dawn swim in the freezing ocean to refresh ourselves. Being on my knees in the sand, one of Monica’s legs thrown over my shoulder as I worshiped her pussy yet again was fantastic.
When she came the last time, she stretched her arms over her head and worked her mound on my face as I held her steady. Her shining black hair glistened in the early dawn and she reminded me of a Greek goddess…standing in the ocean and taking her pleasure.
No shame, no apologies. Beautiful.
When I returned to Vivienne’s place, I wagged a finger at her for the secret she’d kept. Then I gave her a smile and went for a quick nap. As she’d expected me to do, when I woke up I “punished” Vivienne for hours…not stopping until she begged. A lovely morning following a lovely night.
There were many clients waiting in my future, but Monica was my first, and one of my most memorable.
Chapter Six – The Singer
June 1999
Tricia Dane was a singer who was constantly asked if she was related to Taylor Dane. She wasn’t.
She was performing Son of a Preacher Man when I walked into the club. She wore a shimmering red dress that hugged her curves beautifully with a tiny rhinestone chain draped around her hips. Delicate red-strapped sandals crisscrossed at her ankles as she glided slowly but confidently across the stage, microphone in hand.
It was our fourth appointment and instead of waiting in her dressing room, I wanted to hear her sing one of my favorite songs. Tricia was husky and sexual and I got hot just listening to her voice. She held her microphone lightly…sometimes performing with her eyes closed, in her own little world.
After her set, she exited the stage to applause and I ducked behind the curtains to the row of dressing rooms in the back of the club.
She was on her cell phone when I knocked on the door, looking sad, but motioned me in with a distracted smile. She sat at her dressing table in a white robe tied loosely at her waist, Killing Me Softly by the Fugees playing on her stereo. I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. She loved the smell of expensive tobacco on the people she kissed.
I wore soft suede pants and a clinging rayon halter that left little to the imagination. My boots were ankle length with a thick three-inch heel. They were high, but not ridiculous. Everything was the color of toasted almonds.
My hair was loose over my shoulders and down my back, as Tricia always requested. In my hand was a deceptively small matching suede purse that held Tricia’s favorite accessory during her appointments with me.
Tricia was beyond beautiful. She kept her natural hair short to match her petite build and it framed her face perfectly. Her skin and eyes were the color of a cinnamon stick. She had curves that could stop a truck. Her waist was small and her body that of an athlete. Jada Pinkett always reminded me of Tricia…without the chest.
She hung up the phone at last and turned to me. “Sarah…I was watching for you when I was on stage. Did you like the set?” I was always amazed at how self-conscious she was about her obvious talent. Obvious to me, at least.
“You know I love to hear you sing, Tricia. It was wonderful, as it always is.” I moved to kiss her warmly and asked, “How’ve you been?”
Her eyes glistened with tears and she gestured for me to sit beside her while she removed her makeup. “You know how I can get, Sarah. I just spoke to him and he’s trying to tell me he’s with the studio people on my behalf. But I heard a woman laughing before he said hello. You’re the only one who understands how much I l
ove him. Why is he so cruel?”
He was Tricia’s boyfriend of almost nine years. Jerrod Ross did not realize how good he had it, and insisted on testing every skinny piece of ass he could get his hands on. He was also Tricia’s manager and had her signed to a contract for another three years.
She was dick-whipped and there was nothing anyone could say to make her leave him.
I forced myself to hold back what automatically came to mind…leave the bastard and take your talent with you. But it didn’t work when Tricia heard it from her friends, her family, or the rest of her band. I bit my tongue and began massaging her shoulders that were tight with tension.
“Tricia, let’s concentrate on you. What can I do for you that will take your mind off of someone that may not appreciate you for the woman you are?” I pulled the robe loose from her shoulders and ran my lips down her neck, my fingers following on the other side. “I can make you feel better. Tell me what will make you happy.”
Tricia’s eyes dropped closed. That was the pivotal part of our business relationship. Tricia was not a lesbian but she desperately needed the emotional contact her man didn’t give her. She wanted someone to cherish her, make her needs the most important, but to remain the dominant so she could feel feminine.
“You sounded so beautiful tonight. It makes me so wet to listen to you sing. And that dress…mmm…the way it clung to your body was spectacular. I could see your nipples harden while you were singing. I couldn’t wait to lick them.” I slipped a hand into her robe and caressed the underside of her bare breast, keeping my voice soft and even.
She tilted her head to the side, granting me more access to her neck and shoulders. Her weak spot above the waist was right behind her ear and I nibbled there until she sighed softly. She always smelled like the specialty body washes and moisturizers she used. The taste of her was truly addicting. Honey with a hint of vanilla.
I stood and moved behind her, pulling her to stand with me. I walked her to the table her masseuse left in her dressing room for their sessions. I slid the robe to the floor and ran a hand across her shoulders, down her spine, and over her stunning ass. My hands reached around to cup breasts that were even bigger than mine, with nipples the color of milk chocolate…only sweeter tasting.
She leaned back into me. If I’d been in possession of a dick, it would have been rock hard at that point. She rotated her ass against my pelvis and reached behind her to grab my thighs and bring them harder against her.
I nudged her onto the table and she settled on her front with a sigh. I slipped off her heels and brought the Honey Oil from her vanity, warming it in my hands. She took deep breaths when I began my massage at her feet, softly and then more firmly.
As I worked my way past her ankles, her tight calves, her thighs, I kept up a steady stream of appreciation for every body part. “How can your skin be so flawless? So soft? Like you could melt in my hands?” I came to my favorite feature of her body…a firm, perfectly round ass.
“Look at this beautiful ass. You are so delicious, Tricia.” I said seductively. “There is nothing I love better than holding this fine piece of flesh in my hands.” That brought forth a low moan. “Well, except maybe fucking you there…” She turned to look at me and smacked her lips. Oh, yeah, she was in a much better mood now.
I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing mostly for my pleasure, and began to work the muscles there. She took good care of her skin, every inch of it, and it showed. I dripped a little extra oil at the base of her spine just so I could watch it drip slowly into the crease. It was so erotic. I felt the heat begin to build in my center and spread out.
I followed the trail of oil with my finger to the little puckered entry. I gently massaged around the outside. Tricia was backing into my hand and I slowly entered her tight ass, gliding in and out gently, stretching her for later. I stroked her until I knew I had her full attention, then stopped, cleaned my hands, and returned to the massage.
She was breathing heavily. I finished her back and shoulders and waited as she eagerly turned over for me to have access to the front of her body.
I started again at her feet. “Your feet looked amazing in the strappy sandals you wore tonight. I don’t know how you kept them on your feet. I imagined you wearing them the next time I take you standing up, from behind. Would you do that for me, Tricia?”
She nodded and smiled. “You’re so easy to please, Sarah, so wonderful to me. Why can’t everyone be like you?”
“Because no one knows your tight body like I do.” I moved to her calves and inner thighs. “Like when you wrap your legs around my neck as I’m eating you…clenching me to you with muscles most people don’t even know you have.”
I rubbed the flat of my palm against her pussy…knowing she could come just from me massaging her and talking to her like this. “Humping into my face, coming so beautifully for me. Tasting your sweet honey as it pours from you and never wasting a drop.”
One hand stayed on her pussy, gently fingering the folds now, as the other cupped her breast and brought the nipple to my mouth. Between licking and sucking, I was moaning with pleasure as if I was eating a piece of decadent chocolate cheesecake.
“So damn good. Your nipples are so hard for me and licking you makes me so wet, so ready to take you right here.”
Her hand was on the back of my head and she was begging me. “Sarah, please let me come. Your fingers are like heaven…please…please.”
“I shouldn’t stop, Tricia? You’re sure?” I asked wickedly as I moved to suck her other nipple. My fingers were soaked with her cream and her ass hovered above the table. “You want more, baby? Want to give me some sweet honey?”
Her head was thrashing from side to side now, and she was moaning. “That feels so fucking good, don’t stop. Faster…you know what I need.”
I moved my fingers faster against her clit, and when she came, she arched up off the table, giving me better access to her beautiful nipples; I sucked them with genuine happiness.
She’d thrown her arm over her eyes until she came back down. When her breathing was back to normal she leveraged herself up on one elbow and looked at me.
“You are fucking amazing. You make me come so hard it’s almost painful sometimes.” She sat on the edge of the table and swung her legs over the side. “Let's hurry and eat so I can get you back to my place. I need more.”
She always took a while to dress. I washed the oil from my hands and reclined on her couch, playing with myself because I knew how much it turned her on. I sat there, my hand casually rubbing myself through my clothes while she tried to get herself together.
She showered and changed into black leather pants, black stilettos, and a red scooped tank top that barely concealed her breasts. She stood for a moment watching me fondle my body. Zoned on the motions of my hands. We were both ready to fuck.
Tricia’s place was great and we both got a lot of pleasure there. It was private and familiar. I knew it was what she really needed. We’d have to wait. I smiled and kissed her thoroughly before we left.
Dinner went by quickly. We ate salads and shared hot bread at the Beverly Hills Cafe. She usually didn’t eat for hours before she went onstage so I always made sure to feed her. She drank too much coffee and kept odd hours so she needed to keep her energy up.
We walked for a while through the complex near the restaurant. I pulled her into the shadows for a make-out break, keeping her focused on happy thoughts. I smoked another European cigarette and sucked her tongue deep into my mouth after so she could relish the flavor of her favorite brand.
Tricia used to smoke and missed it…but not what it did to her voice.
Eventually we wandered back to her car and I opened the passenger door for her. She always insisted I drive and it was a Porsche so I wasn’t complaining. I happily climbed behind the wheel and gunned the engine as we pulled onto Commercial Boulevard.
The ride to her place took no time at all. Considering she’d been playing w
ith me constantly since we’d pulled into traffic – leaning over the center console and touching me everywhere – I really needed to fuck her.
We pulled into her neighborhood within a few minutes. It was older but very high-end. Her bungalow was set back from the street with lush vegetation shielding much of the front. I helped her from the car once we were in the garage and followed her through the kitchen entrance.
As soon as we cleared the door, Tricia jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs tight around my waist, kissing me frantically. I carried her through the house to her recreation room as she referred to it. Her tongue never left my mouth as I explored her curves through her clothes.
When I kicked open the door, I immediately went to the long bench in the center and straddled it with her on my lap, dry fucking through our clothes. I pulled her tank top over her head and practically ripped it trying to get at her nipples – which were gloriously eye level.
I sucked them separately and together. Pushing the full globes together and loving the site of the tight, engorged tips. I lavished them with all the attention of my lips, tongue, and teeth until she grabbed my face and looked into my eyes.
“Will you give me what I want, baby?” she asked innocently.
I laid her back on the bench and pulled her heels, pants, and thong off and threw them on the floor. I stood and stripped, not really noticing where my clothes landed.
I grabbed my purse and pulled out the strap-on she craved. She sat up long enough to caress it lovingly. It was gorgeous and very life-like – a gift she’d sent me before our first appointment that I only ever used with her.
It was exactly what any man, or woman, would want if given the choice. Not too long, only about eight inches, decently thick, and hard all the damned time.
I took my time putting it on, watching her play with the latex cock always made me wish for just a moment I had one. That was always short-lived since I knew I liked thinking with my actual brain full-time…ha ha.
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