by MT Stone
“Me either. Like I said, we came here a lot when I was a teenager,” I reply, clinking her glass. “I haven’t thought of coming here in years.” In fact, I was probably still playing football the last time I ate at the Crab Pot. “Their snow crab is still delicious.”
“Yeah. It’s hard to fuck up crab as long as it’s fresh and you don’t over cook it,” she says dryly before slamming her shooter and chasing it with her remaining beer.
“Excuse me,” a gray haired woman says, approaching our table. “Were you referring to the carousel over at Miner’s Landing?”
“Yeah,” we both reply nodding our heads in unison.
“The first time I was there was in May of 1989 when it was quite new. I was there with two friends and after the ride, they went around to the back of the pavilion to use the rest room. As I stood leaning against a planter, I notice a homeless man approaching. He was bearded and scruffy with an oversized army coat and was carrying a green paper cup,” she says, looking up as if she is seeing him right now. “He walked straight up to me and instead of asking for anything, he handed me the cup. Inside was a small bunch of yellow pansies. He gently squeezed my hands, leaned in close and said ‘Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady whose heart is breaking’.” Her eyes tear up as she recants the story. “He was right. My heart was breaking. My baby girl had died six months earlier at OHSU in Portland, Oregon after being on life support for weeks.” A sad smile crosses her face as a lone tear weaves its way down her cheek. “I still have those pansies,” she adds wiping the stray tear from her cheek. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to share the story. Seattle is filled with angels like the one I encountered that night. You just have to keep an eye out for them.”
“I agree,” I reply, choking up a bit myself. “Thanks for the great story.” I smile as she turns and goes on her way. “Wow, that was amazing.” I’ve never had something like that happen to me. Especially in the middle of a restaurant.
“And very random,” Elsa adds with widening eyes. “Did she think we were in need of an angel or something?”
“I think we could all use an angel now and then.” I tip my beer and finish off the glass. “You ready to walk to the hotel?”
“Is that where you parked your car?” she asks, seeming confused.
“Yeah, I had some points that were expiring so I got a room for the night,” I explain. “If you want to go home later, I’ll give you a ride. I don’t like drinking and driving.”
“That’s cool. After what I read online, I most likely won’t want to go home anyway.” She flashes me a sexy smile and hip checks me on the way out the door.
“What did you read online?” I ask, having heard the same phrase used by others recently.
“You haven’t heard of the Sex with Rex Facebook page?” she asks, looking at me like I’m completely clueless. “Seriously? It has thousands of followers.” My mind begins spinning as we enter Waterfront Park on the way toward the Seattle Aquarium.
“So, what are people saying?” I ask, sensing a vulnerability that had never crossed my mind. “Are they clients of mine or what?”
“Yeah, lots of your old clients are in there, but there are lots of curious lurkers too. Like me.” She giggles. “I’ve been on there since early this summer. I wasn’t totally sold until I read all the posts by a girl named Sammy. You rocked her world. That’s when I asked Dr. Farris about you.”
“I have a new client that seems to know Sammy. Is there someone named Jessica who’s on there?” I ask, cringing a little inside.
“Oh yeah, that chick is cray cray and she wuvs you,” she says, jabbing my side with a sharp elbow. “Sammy, her and some other chick were all comparing notes a couple nights ago. I didn’t see what conclusions they came to, but apparently they all thought that you were a big tease. You told each of them how much you enjoyed your time with them and then blew them off.”
I laugh out loud. “I’m sorry. But that’s the nature of the business. When your time is up, it’s over. Jessica and Sammy both thought we were dating or something. I’m a sex surrogate, not their boyfriend for fuck sake.” I feel my blood pressure rising as the thought of them talking about it online begins to sink in. “I’m going to search for that page when I get home. I’ll go in there and put a stop to it.”
“If they let you in,” she says with a wry smile. “I can’t imagine they would. It’s a private group.”
“Really? Blocked from a group that’s about me?” My blood pressure just ramped another ten points. “Okay, I don’t want to ruin the night, so I’m just going to forget you told me about it.”
“Yeah, I don’t want you thinking about them.” She grasps my arm with both hands and pulls me close as we walk past the aquarium. “I want you focused on showing me what I’m missing out on.”
I’ll show her alright. I’m going to fuck her silly and then throw those ugly ass sandals in the garbage can. I’ve always been good at channeling my frustration into sexual energy, so she’ll be thanking her lucky stars that I didn’t indulge in any oyster shots earlier.
Chapter 17
Rex
It’s a calm night, so once we get into the room Elsa kicks off her sandals and goes out onto the balcony. The glow from a full moon shimmers on the water. I draw in a long breath of the cool, fall air and slip my arms around her from behind. Elsa pushes that nice round ass back against me, my dick rising to greet her. “You know exactly how to tease me,” I groan, reaching down and sliding my hands along her smooth pants. “It should be illegal for chicks like you to wear yoga pants in public.”
“I’ve always said if you’ve got the assets, why hide them.” She glances back at me while continuing to move up and down along the length of me. “If only I had a pair of tits to go along with it.”
“Gymnasts are supposed to have small tits, it’s part of the package.” My hands slide up her firm abdomen and I cup her breasts. “Maybe I should fuck you right here.”
“Not yet,” she whispers, continuing to tease me to the point where I feel like my dick is going to burst out of my pants. “I want you to do something for me first.” She turns into me, taking my hand and leading me back into the hotel room. She reaches for my belt and within seconds has my pants and briefs around my ankles. “Wow, now I see why you have so many fans,” she exclaims with awe, taking my bulging head between her lips. “It even tastes good.”
“That feels great,” I tell her as the first few inches move in and out of her hot mouth. “Your tongue is amazing.” It’s like she’s moving it back and forth while sucking at the same time. “It’s actually driving me a little crazy.”
“It’s a little trick I learned at summer camp when I was a senior.” She looks up and smiles. “One of the girls was a major slut, so she taught us all kinds of good things. Those poor cucumbers.” She giggles before going back to giving me head. After a few more minutes, I reach down and lift her back to her feet, grabbing the waistband of her pants and sliding them down to her ankles. I turn her away from me, removing her top and bra, taking in her shapely curves.
“You’ve got me so turned on right now,” I whisper, cupping her B cup breasts and squeezing her nipples between my fingers. “I can’t believe you’ve never found a man who would totally ravish this body of yours.”
She turns into me, kissing me with incredible fervor pushing me toward the bed. I pull my feet free from my pants to keep from tripping over them, guiding her onto her back. “I want you to suck my toes,” she says, scurrying back on the bed and pushing her feet to my chest. “It really turns me on.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m kind of a germophobe.” Just the thought of it makes my stomach turn as I glance over at her grimy sandals lying on the floor. “We’ve been walking around Miner’s landing and your sandals…” I don’t even finish my sentence. The scents emanating from her feet aren’t horrible, but just funky enough that the last thing I want to do is taste it.
“Please, just suck on my toes a lit
tle bit.” She persists, her eyes growing more intense. “I don’t want to have to complain about how you disappointed me.”
“Do you always insist on guys sucking your toes?” I ask, dropping her legs to the side and lying down next to her.
“Yeah, I really like it. If I guy isn’t willing to do that for me, then why should I do anything for him?” she asks, not seeing that she completely sucked the wind out of my sails.
“Well, I think we found your problem. What makes you think guys want to do that?” I ask, confused by how insistent she is about it.
“It’s obvious that you really want to fuck me,” she says, staring at me intently. “I think it’s only fair that you do what I want.” It’s obvious that this is some kind of power play. Studying her expression, everything suddenly falls into place. She knows how gross those sandals are, but she wears them knowing they will make her feet stink. Then she insists on guys sucking her toes which is the ultimate subservient act. I’m sure I’m not the only guy who has been repulsed by the thought of it. What she doesn’t realize is that when guys comply, she loses respect for them and that’s why she never finds any fulfillment. She needs an alpha guy who doesn’t put up with this kind of shit.
“Did that guy you date long term suck your toes?” I ask, needing the final puzzle piece to fall into place.
“Yeah, he never seemed to mind it.” She continues to glare at me. “Well, are we going to do this or what?”
“I’m here to help you, so that’s what I’m going to do.” I get up from the bed and retrieve my pants from the floor, pulling out my wallet I retrieve a hundred-dollar bill. “Here,” I say, handing it to her. “Buy yourself a new pair of these. A new pair like this is ninety-five dollars online,” I add, picking them up from the floor and walking over to the open patio door.
“Don’t you dare!” she yells, instantly knowing what I’m about to do. Without even looking back I wind up and chuck the first one as far as I can to the right of the deck. It’s obvious that it landed in the water, so I do the same with the second one but throw that one in the opposite direction. “I can’t believe you did that,” she seethes as I approach the bed.
“Shut up.” I scoop her up off the bed and carry her over to the vanity, setting her down next to the sink. “Wash your feet with soap. Then I’ll show you the time of your life.” She crosses her arms in front of her and sits there defiantly, her feet sitting in the sink. I shrug before turning my back on her, picking up the TV remote from the end table. “I’m going to see how the Mariners are doing,” I add, plopping onto the bed and changing the channel to the game.
“Fine!” She turns on the water, picks up the soap and proceeds to thoroughly wash her feet, even between the toes. I smile, getting back up and walking over to her side.
“You do have pretty little feet,” I admit, taking a towel from the rack and drying them off. “I’ve always had a bit of a fetish for little feet. So I totally get it. But you can’t use it as a way to knock guys down a peg.” I pick her up and carry her back to the bed.
“I’m sorry,” she finally says, but I’m already past it. I feel my cock beginning to rise again upon lifting her feet in the air and kissing the souls of her freshly washed feet. The smell of Neutrogena body wash is heavenly compared to the crusty old Birkenstocks. “I still can’t believe you threw my shoes off the balcony,” she says, still looking for an apology.
“I can’t believe you didn’t,” I reply, slipping the head of my cock between her slick pussy lips. “I don’t want to hear another word about them,” I growl, running my tongue between her toes while pushing my way inside of her. I feel a warm gush of juices as the combination of sensations seem to overwhelm her senses. She is moaning and gasping within a matter of seconds. With each stroke I begin kissing and sucking her toes more aggressively, knowing that I’m going to bring her to her first orgasm sooner rather than later.
“Oh, fuck… this is heaven,” she cries, her legs trembling as I hold her knees together and continue to pound her pussy in a way that would make any woman explode in ecstasy. I’m determined to make sure that she and every woman going forward raves about their experience on Sex with Rex. My goal has always been to deliver an orgasm to each and every one of my clients, but now the stakes are even higher. I want Elsa and every other woman on there to say it was the best night of their lives.
“I’m going to push you over the edge,” I tell her, knowing exactly what to do next. I draw both of her big toes into my mouth and move my tongue side to side while sucking on them, the same way she did to my dick. Simultaneously, I thrust into her with deep, full strokes, knowing that they are undoubtedly beyond anything she has experienced in the past.
“Oh.. god… oh… fuck…” she cries out. I increase the intensity while continuing to torment her toes. Her words have faded into a series of cries and the way she’s panting lets me know that the end is near. “Oh god!” she screams out one more time, holding her breath while her body becomes completely rigid. She reaches for me, but grabs the backs of her legs instead holding herself in mid-air while riding out a series of intense orgasms. I soon join her, feeling myself pulsating within her as I release my load and let allow her toes to finally drop from my mouth.
“I think you’ve seen the other side,” I whisper, guiding her legs onto the bed before removing the condom and tossing it in the trash. “You just needed a real man who would stand up to your bullshit,” I add, slipping into bed beside her and pulling up the blankets. “You just tell me whenever you want to go home. I’ll even carry you to the car since you don’t have any shoes.” I smile, giving her a kiss on the lips.
“Oh, shut up and spoon me,” she says, kissing me back before rolling over on her side. Nuzzling up behind her, my cock rests between her firm butt cheeks. I find myself hoping that she finds a guy who’s strong enough to stand up to her. Having a long term wimpy boyfriend who would always take her back was a bad thing. The fact that he would put up with her crazy antics makes it even worse. It’s a good thing he’s moving on. It’s the best thing for both of them. Unless the chick he’s marrying really is a bitch. Why am I even thinking about all of this?
My mind switches gear and goes back to the Sex with Rex Facebook page. I wonder who started that? It kind of sounds like something Sammy would set up and now that Jessica has found it… I feel a twinge in my gut at the thought of her and Sammy hanging out together in there. Those women are going to give me an ulcer. I slide my hand over Elsa’s hip and down her muscular thigh. I definitely want to see how flexible she is before I drop her off in the morning. Despite a few tense and creepy moments, she really is a hot little babe.
我愛你
Chapter 18
Rex
Friday Oct 28, 2016
After the last few sessions with Jessica, I find myself wanting to back out of this one. The initial chemistry between us has been overcome by constant tension and it’s not the fun, sexual kind. The first few times we got together she kept on pressing for more interaction between sessions, at least that has stopped. But now everything feels quite mechanical and the passion is gone. After tonight, I need to let her know that I can no longer do this. It seems to be counterproductive for both of us.
“Hey Jess,” I quip when she answers the door. “You didn’t tell me where you want to go tonight.”
“That’s because I don’t want to go anywhere.” She opens the door and motions with her hand. “Come in. I made you a nice home cooked meal.”
“That sounds great,” I reply, knowing that she didn’t actually do the cooking herself. She has mentioned countless times that she can hardly boil water without having a disaster. “Wow, it smells amazing in here.”
“Okay, I didn’t exactly cook but I did transfer it to real plates.” She giggles, leading me to the dining room. “I’ve got smoked brisket, chicken and sausage, along with smashed potatoes, baked beans and coleslaw. I figured you would find something you like out of all this.”
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p; “Actually, it all sounds great,” I reply, my mouth instantly watering. “You even got the cornbread biscuits to go with it. Wow, this all looks amazing.”
“I thought we should have a little celebration,” she says, walking around the side of the table and pulling a bottle of champagne from a stainless steel bottle chiller. “Will you open this for me?”
“A celebration?” I ask, taking the bottle from her and waiting for a reply. I honestly don’t have a clue what we would be celebrating.
“The end of my therapy,” she says in a very matter of fact way, as if it should’ve been obvious. “This is our last therapy session right?”
“Oh, yeah. I guess so.” I turn the bottle in my hand cutting the foil with my thumbnail. “I guess I didn’t realize that would be a reason to celebrate.”
“Oh, you know as well as I do that these last few have been a little stessful.” She steps closer and runs her fingers through my hair, staring into my eyes. “Thanks for putting up with all of my crazy ass bullshit. I know I can be a handful sometimes.”
“Honestly, it hasn’t been too bad,” I reply, lying through my teeth. I had to get a new phone number because she has published my other one in that sex forum as well as on her Instagram. I’ll bet I get fifty calls a day on that line now, instead of the two or maybe three that I used to receive. “I’m just glad to see we can still be civil to one another. I’ve been a little worried about that,” I add, deliberately understating how angry I’ve been with her antics.
“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” she says, jumping back as the cork springs from the champagne bottle. I wrap a towel around the bottle and guide the escaping bubbles into a glass. “Even though I know it’s going to do that, it always scares the shit out of me.” She laughs, picking up another glass and holding it out for me to pour into. I study her expressions, not understanding why she is suddenly being so nice. It honestly makes me a bit concerned for some reason.
