Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  He pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock deep inside Maggie’s body. Maggie cupped his buttocks and held him still for a moment, then moved, still in the rhythm of the music. “Yes, sweet,” she putted. “Dance with me. Do it. Make it feel so good.”

  It was only moments until Jake came, his hips pounding against Maggie’s. “Oh, Maggie,” he bellowed. “Oh, yes.” He collapsed against her, then rolled onto one side, his cock sliding limply from her body. “Oh,” he groaned, clutching her against him. “Too fast.”

  “Now comes the first lesson,” she said, taking his hand and guiding it to her wet pussy. “You came, but I didn’t. I need you to help me, to give me the same pleasure you just got.”

  Suddenly tense, he said, “I don’t know how.”

  “Of course you don’t,” Maggie said. “How could you unless someone showed you?” She held one of Jake’s fingers and rubbed it over her swollen clit. “This is where most of a woman’s pleasure comes from. Rub like this.” She showed him and found he was a fast learner. “Yes,” she said, “like that.” As she arched her back, she said, “Put two fingers of your other hand inside me. It will feel so good for me and you will feel what it’s like when a woman comes.”

  Jake inserted his index and middle finger into Maggie’s cunt and slowly stretched her hungry flesh. “Don’t stop rubbing right here,” she said, reminding his fingers where she got the most pleasure. “Yes,” she purred. “And I like it if you suck my tit, too.”

  With his mouth on her nipple, his fingers filling her and his other hand rubbing her clit, Maggie could feel the familiar tightness start deep in her belly. “Yes,” she said, “like that. Oh, baby, don’t stop.” The heat grew and filled her lower body until it exploded. “Feel what my body does when it comes,” she cried. “Feel it. Share it.” Waves of muscular spasms clenched at Jake’s fingers.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “It makes me so hot. Can I fuck you again?”

  “Of course,” Maggie said, barely able to talk through the waves of pleasure. She felt him withdraw his fingers, put on a fresh condom and slide into her again. Still coming, the waves of orgasm engulfed both of them as Jake climaxed again.

  Later, as they dressed, Jake said, “I never knew.”

  “I know, and that’s what I love about doing this. I can introduce someone as sweet as you to a joy that will continue for the rest of your life. There’s a lot more, too.”

  “I know. Can I see you again?”

  “Of course,” Maggie said. “Call and we’ll make another date. And we can work out finances then.”

  “Thanks, Maggie,” Jake said. “I never dreamed that this evening would be this wonderful and so,” he winked, “educational. When he first approached me about this, I thought my dad was nuts.”

  “Give him my love,” Maggie said as she guided Jake to the door.

  “I will.” Jake kissed her good-bye and grinned as she closed the door behind him.

  “You see,” Lucy said, looking up from her computer terminal. “You’re a nice person. I hate that.”

  “But, you also have sex with married men for money,” Angela said sadly.

  “But I never do it without first suggesting that the men discuss things with their wives,” Maggie said. “Men don’t realize that their wives might be just as interested in some fun and games as they are.” Maggie had little use for timid women who didn’t understand the pleasures of lovemaking.

  “I know that,” Angela said. “But remember this evening? It was just last winter.”

  As Maggie stared, the monitor showed the face of Gerry O’Malley. A sales representative for a computer software firm, Gerry had been recommended to her by an old friend. She recalled their first evening together and how she had tried to convince him to share his fantasies with his wife. Adamantly refusing, Gerry and Maggie had made love in his hotel room, then arranged to meet there the following Wednesday. “I want something special,” he had said, his hands clenched tightly, his fingers twined. “Dress up. Would you wear white…?”

  Chapter

  2

  Maggie had dressed in a white knit dress, short enough to show off her long, well-shaped legs and low cut enough to highlight the shadowed valley between her breasts. She added light gray thigh-high stockings, held up by elastic lace at the tops, and gold strappy sandals with four-inch heels. Long gold earrings that brushed her shoulders and a heavy gold necklace completed her outfit. She was not overly made up and her lipstick was soft pink.

  Dressed in gray slacks and a light blue shirt, Gerry opened the door to his hotel room and stared, his face flushed. “You look wonderful,” he said to Maggie. Gerry was medium height with thick brown hair with a hint of gray at the temples. Clean shaven, his jaw was tightly clenched and he stood filling the doorway.

  Maggie smiled. “May I come in?” she asked, her voice soft and melodious.

  Almost stumbling, Gerry backed away from the door. “I, uh, ordered some champagne,” he said.

  “Good. We both need to relax,” Maggie said, patting Gerry on the arm. “It will all be fine. Really.”

  Almost bonelessly, Gerry dropped onto the sofa in the sitting room of the two-room suite. “I know.”

  With a practiced hand Maggie opened the champagne bottle and half-filled two flutes from the tray. “Here,” she said, handing Gerry a glass, “sip this.”

  Gerry emptied the glass. “I guess it shows,” he said. “That I’m really nervous. About this, I mean.”

  Maggie laughed. “It does show. But what are you so nervous about? We were together last week and it was very pleasurable.”

  “I want something different from what we did last week.”

  “That’s fine with me. What would give you pleasure?”

  Gerry took his wallet out of his back pocket and withdrew ten fifty-dollar bills. “I understand that I can pay extra for something special.” He counted out four more fifties and handed all seven hundred dollars to Maggie. “I want to have you completely in my power. I want to feed you a potent sex drug. I mean,” he hesitated, “I mean that I want to be able to do everything to you and have you beg for more.” Maggie could see his throat muscles work as he swallowed hard.

  “You do remember my rules. No real drugs and if you decide you want to have sexual intercourse, you will use a condom.”

  “Of course. I remember everything you told me last week and I will abide by your rules. No problem.”

  “And I get no pleasure from serious pain, so whips and things like that are not for me.”

  “I understand.”

  Maggie looked up at Gerry from beneath her long lashes. She smiled. “How will you give me this drug, or have you done that already?”

  Gerry hesitated, then grinned and said, “Yes. Yes. I did give it to you already. It was in the champagne.”

  “Is that why I’m feeling so warm?” Maggie said, slipping into the role Gerry wanted her to play.

  “It certainly is.”

  Maggie stretched out on the sofa and fanned herself with her hand. “I’m so hot, baby. So hot.”

  “Yes, you certainly are. Maybe you’d better take off your dress.”

  “Oh, yes,” Maggie said, standing up and turning her back to Gerry. “Would you help me unzip? I seem to be all thumbs. I can’t seem to make my hands work right.”

  Maggie could feel Gerry’s cold fingers on her back as he fumbled with the zipper. As he slid the zipper down, Maggie began to move her hips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said, her voice low and breathy. “I can’t seem to stand still.” She wiggled out of her dress, let it fall around her feet and stepped out of it. Maggie had selected a pale pink satin bra and matching bikini panties. Although her age couldn’t help but show, her frequent aerobic classes kept her figure tight. She rubbed her palms over the tips of her breasts. “God, I can’t stand this. I’m so…I don’t know.”

  Gerry stared at Maggie’s breasts which more tha
n filled the small cups of her bra. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked with mock innocence.

  “I don’t know,” Maggie answered, undulating her hips and rubbing her nipples. She watched Gerry’s eyes, and from the gleam surmised that the fantasy was playing out to his satisfaction. “I just want something.”

  “I know exactly what you want and only I can give it to you.”

  “Please. Do it. Help me. I’m so hot.”

  “I know. You’re hot all over, aren’t you. Especially between your legs. Hot and itchy. Do you need to rub yourself?”

  “Oh, yes,” Maggie moaned.

  When Maggie’s fingertips started to slide under the elastic of her panties, Gerry pulled it back. “Well, you can’t. Not yet. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. But…”

  “No buts. You are mine to command and I say you may not have any relief yet.”

  Maggie played the game. “Please. Don’t make me suffer like this. I need to rub and touch and stroke myself. I need to make myself come.”

  “I will let you when you’ve been a good girl and done your chores.”

  “What chores?”

  “First you must undress me.”

  “Oh, yes. May I undress you very slowly? May I kiss and touch you, caress you and make you as hot as I am?”

  Gerry spread his arms wide, wordlessly indicating she could begin. Maggie closed the distance between them and pressed the length of her body against his. Sinuously she rubbed her chest and thighs against his as she licked his lips. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, licking his chest as she exposed it. Slowly she pulled the tails from the waistband of his slacks, rubbing her pelvis against his erection as she did so. With her entire body pressed against his, she worked the shirt down over his arms and tossed it on a chair. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra and she sensuously rubbed them across his lightly furred chest. “Oh, baby,” she purred as she moved around behind him, constantly rubbing her body against his side, his arm, his back, stroking his skin with her satin-covered breasts and mound.

  She moved completely around him until she was again in front of him. She knelt at his feet and put her fingers on his belt buckle. She gazed up at him, a silent question in her eyes.

  “Say please,” Gerry said.

  “Oh, please. Let me.” Slowly she pulled the end of his belt through the loops and unfastened the buckle. With fumbling fingers she unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. “Oh, baby,” she putted. “You’re not wearing anything underneath.” Careful not to touch his large, fully erect cock, she pulled his slacks down and, at her signal, he stepped out of them.

  “Are you hot enough to suck my cock?” Gerry asked.

  “I don’t have to be hot to want to suck such a beautiful cock,” Maggie said, sensing these were the right words at the right time. She looked up at him. “Please. May I?”

  Gerry wrapped one hand around his erect penis and aimed it at her mouth. His grin said that this was progressing exactly the way he had imagined.

  “Do you have to touch it?” Maggie asked. “I want to hold it and suck it myself.”

  “Even better, Gerry said, his mouth open and his breathing quick.

  Still kneeling at Gerry’s feet, Maggie placed one finger on the tip of his cock and rubbed the tiny drop of pre-come around the head. “I want to taste you.” She flicked the tip of Gerry’s cock with the end of her tongue and watched him shiver. Afraid his knees would buckle, she said, “I would like to go into the bedroom, if that’s all right with you.”

  “Yes,” Gerry said, breathless. “Of course.” Quickly they moved into the other room and Gerry stretched out on the bed on his back. “Now, he said, “continue what you were doing.”

  Maggie spread his legs, then climbed onto the bed and crouched between his thighs. “Right here,” she said, wrapping her hand around the hard staff that stuck straight up into the air. “And right here.” She licked the tip, then, making a tight ring with her lips, she sucked him into her mouth.

  She looked toward his face and saw that his eyes were closed. “Look at me,” she said, “and watch me suck your cock.” She watched his eyes open and the glazed expression as he looked at her head, bobbing on his cock.

  “Good,” he moaned. “Good.” It took only moments until he shot his come into Maggie’s mouth. “Good,” he yelled. “So good.”

  Maggie fingered his balls until he was completely drained.

  Not even thinking about the fact that Maggie was unsatisfied, Gerry disappeared into the bathroom and Maggie heard the sound of the shower. “That was wonderful,” he called from the bathroom. “I need to get cleaned up now.” His tone was dismissive, so, with a sigh, Maggie dressed, wandered into the living room and poured herself another glass of champagne. It was far from the first time she had been asked to perform oral sex on a man who believed that it was such an onerous task that his wife wouldn’t want to satisfy his hunger for fellatio. Nibbling on some of the peanuts from the champagne tray, she gathered Gerry’s clothes and walked back into the bedroom. “I will leave now, unless there’s something else you want.” She folded his slacks and shirt and put them on the foot of the bed. She put his wallet on the dresser.

  “No. That was fantastic.”

  Maggie counted out four of the fifty-dollar bills he had given her and put them on the dresser with his wallet. “It was wonderful for me, too,” she said. “You know, oral sex isn’t a chore at all. I really enjoy it.”

  “I guess your kind does.”

  Stung, but understanding, Maggie left the suite.

  As the scene faded, Angela said, “See what I mean? He was a married man and you did what you did for money. That’s adultery and it’s a sin.”

  “Oh, lighten up, Angela,” Lucy said, clicking the keys on her terminal. “Get real. It’s done all the time. Sex is fun stuff and everyone should have his or her share.”

  “Yes. I suppose you’re right to a point. I do take this sin thing a bit too seriously. But that still leaves us with a problem.” She turned to Maggie. “You.”

  “Okay. So what does that mean exactly?” Maggie asked.

  “Well,” Lucy said, “I’ve talked Angela into giving you a way to help us make the decision. A task for you to do. Like the labors of Hercules and all that.”

  “Yes, Lucy did come up with an idea. We have someone for you to teach about sex. Someone who’s so ignorant, it’s shameful even to me.”

  Maggie grinned. “Teach some guy about sex? That’s what I do best and enjoy the most.”

  “That’s not exactly what we had in mind,” Lucy said. “It’s not a guy, it’s a girl.”

  “I have to teach a girl about sex? A little girl?”

  “A grown woman. Actually, she’s thirty-one,” Angela said. “And she’s never had a good experience in bed. A few bad experiences since high school and no real boyfriends.”

  “Is she a nun? A total dog? Come on. Give me a break here.”

  “Actually,” Lucy said, “she’s a nice woman, which makes me dislike her from the start.”

  “She’s sweet,” Angela continued, “and she cared for her dying mother for eight years. During the final two, Barbara moved into her mother’s house and tended to her almost nonstop. She had a nurse come in during the day while she was at work, but Barbara was with her mother almost every other minute.”

  “What does she do?”

  “She’s a secretary to a big-time lawyer type,” Lucy said, “and she’s half in love with him. But during all the time she lived with her mother, she had no time to consider dating. Now that Mom’s no longer around, she has no clue where to start, and no self-confidence at all.”

  “And why do you two care?” Maggie asked.

  “Well, actually it was her mother who got us interested,” Lucy said. “She came through here about six months ago and asked us for help before we told her where she was to go.” Lucy and Angela looked at each other and made the thumbs-up signal. “She was
a good and caring woman and regretted what she had put her daughter through. Ugh. Self-sacrifice. I hate that, too.” Lucy made a face.

  “Anyway,” Angela said, “we haven’t done anything about it until now, but this seemed to be a great opportunity to put you to work to help us decide about which way you go, and do something for that nice mother, too.”

  “And,” Maggie said, “put off the decision about me.”

  Lucy grinned. “And there is that as well.”

  “Okay,” Maggie said. “If that’s the only way to get a bit more time to play, it’s okay with me. Do I get powers?”

  “Powers?”

  “Yeah. Like Michael Landon on Highway to Heaven. Remember, he had the stuff.”

  “The stuff? Oh, yes, I remember, Angela. He did little magic things. Tossed bad people into swimming pools and made flowers bloom for nice folks.”

  “I do remember.” Angela sighed. “I always loved that show. Sent that nice Mr. Landon straight upstairs when he came through.”

  “Sorry but no stuff, Maggie. Only Barbara, that’s her name by the way, only Barbara will be able to see and hear you. You can appear to her and converse with her when the two of you are alone. In public, she’ll be able to see you, but no one else will.”

  “As to powers,” Angela said, “I think not, although if we see that you’re getting into trouble we may, and I emphasize may, help you out.”

  “This is sink or swim for you, girl,” Lucy said. “If you succeed and help Barbara become a sexually whole person, you’ll get to go up there.” She raised her eyes heavenward.

  “But,” Angela said, “if you louse this up, it’s…” She aimed her thumb at the floor and Lucy grinned.

  “I’m not so sure where I want to be or, for that matter where I belong.” Maggie sighed. “Okay. Tell me more about this hardship case of mine.”

  Angela and Lucy looked at each other, then Angela began. “She’s not a hardship case. She’s a very nice woman who has just gone through some difficult times.”

  “I know. Her mother and all.” Maggie tapped her foot on the soft floor. “So what’s her problem. Men?”