by Amy Brent
For some reason, it always took the parents way longer to adapt to the pick-up line rules than it did the kids. There were people cutting in line, yelling obscenities out the window in front of the children, and even one mother who got out of her car, leaving it parked in the line, to walk up and get her kid, so she didn’t have to wait behind the others.
I informed her that we don’t do that, and how important it is to keep the line moving when he pulled up. I excused myself and hurried back to my line duties.
Katie Reed was my favorite student, and her father was my favorite parent. Not because we’d met, but because I’d seen him from afar. The school had Open House Night a week before I started teaching, so I didn’t have the advantage of meeting the children’s parents that night, and sadly, most parents hadn’t shown up for class parties. I’d have to assert myself if I wanted to be noticed.
So, I took Katie by the hand and walked her up wishing I’d stopped by the bathroom on my way out to freshen up a bit. I probably smelled like glue, and my hair was mussed with sweat from being outside at recess.
Katie looked up at me with her big green eyes and the sun reflecting off her bright auburn hair, making it look like flames. “That’s my daddy.” She pointed to the car, and we walked forward. I opened the car door, and as she climbed inside, she introduced me.
“Daddy, this is my teacher, Ms. Bloom. She’s going to stay with us now cause Mrs. McConnel quit.” Her father gave me a warm smile, and my breath hitched when our eyes met.
He had the same green eyes as his daughter except his smoldered. His salt and peppered hair told me he was once dark haired and he looked as if he spent most of days at the gym, or outside somewhere doing man’s work. I suddenly imagined him shirtless and sweaty and found myself stumbling over my words. Even his facial hair was sexy.
“I will get with you soon to discuss Katie’s progress.”
He seemed confused. “Is everything all right?”
I leaned across to help Katie with her seatbelt. “Yes, you’re perfect—I mean, it’s perfect— your daughter’s doing well.” About that time the car behind us began to honk, and I bumped my head backing out of the car. “I’ll call you.”
I shut the door, and he drove away. I had looked like a proper idiot. The look on his face when I’d said he was perfect told me he caught that I was attracted to him. I tried not to let it get me down. I guessed that many women thought he was attractive and so he was used to it.
As if the end of the day couldn’t get any worse, I arrived home to find Kevin waiting on the stoop with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers that still had the $4.99 price sticker on them along with a big red slash that showed it was reduced.
“Hey, sexy. I’ve missed you.” He leaned in and kissed me and even though I was on the verge of telling him to get lost, I still had a weakness for him. I wasn’t sure what it was because he was nothing like Katie’s dad, who I was still wet in the panties for, but he was more like a lost puppy. You couldn’t help but want to feed him.
“Thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely.” I put them to my nose, and it crinkled as I smelled like jalapeno peppers. He’d bought them at the market. I pulled away before my eyes started burning. “Let’s go put them in some water.” Or on some nachos. I unlocked the door and locked my arms in his to walk inside, and he went straight to the cabinet and took out two wine glasses and poured us some wine.
“Would you like to have some take out with me?” I had barely gotten the words out when he came up and kissed me.
“I want to be close to you, Tori.” He rubbed his stiff cock against me and then cupped my sex. I thought about the sexy salt and pepper hunk I’d met at the school, and another tingle erupted between my legs. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
I let out a huff and gave him a sideward glare, but he raised his hands. “We can sixty-nine, baby. I’ll let you sit on my face.” He was so repulsive at times that I wanted to punch him, but the heat was blossoming at my core, and I had to quench it.
I let him lead me there, and once we were beside the bed, he slowly undressed me before himself and then slipped his finger down between my legs. He rubbed my swollen bud below my mound, and then he lay back pulling me to his side. “Straddle my face, baby. I’m going to eat that fucking pussy so good.” He had a way with words that didn’t do him any favors, but I gave in and climbed on him, straddling his chest facing his cock. He lifted my ass and spread my folds, kissing them like they could kiss him back. He let his tongue dart to my ass, and he pressed his tongue into my little star, and I jumped not expecting it.
I took my time taking his cock into my mouth, but once I did, I rolled my tongue around the rim of his head and then took him to the back of my mouth. There wasn’t much more to take in, but he reached his hands down and pressed the back of my head down far, not letting me catch any air, and I choked. My gag reflexes went into overdrive, and I pulled away, my eyes watering.
“That’s right, baby. Choke on my fat cock. Your mouth is so fucking hot.” He slapped my ass, and I took my time taking it back in only because I knew that he’d do that again. He licked my ass, and then I felt his fingers slip inside my tight star.
“You should let me fuck you here, Tori. You’d still be a virgin then. I’d take my time and make sure it didn’t hurt you.” His voice was sincere, but there was no way I wanted to be penetrated in the ass before my vagina. He never understood a damned thing about me.
I climbed off and crossed my arms, and he gave me a dirty look. “What the fuck’s the matter with you?” His pissy tone was enough to make me mad, and I folded my arms and met his eyes.
“I’m not doing that!”
“Fine, relax. Come up here and finish sucking me, please? It won’t take me long to come.”
‘Then you should have no problem rubbing one off. The bathroom’s that way.” I pointed to my bathroom, and he stood and stared at the floor.
“It’s not easy, you know. I care about you, but people in normal relationships fuck, and I wanted the night to be fun.”
“Yeah? Why would you expect something more? All we do is a fight.” I was to the point I didn’t give a damn.
“I was hoping I could use the house. For a tournament. The guys need a place with a big screen so we can hook it all up and play together.” I couldn’t believe he was asking for my fucking house, but at least this time he asked.
“Fine, go ahead. But I want everyone out of here by one a.m., and you’re cleaning up after. Also, no more than ten people.”
He flashed me a wink and his boyish charm shined through. “With me and you it makes ten. Thanks, Tori. You’re the best.” He went to the bathroom and stayed in there a minute while I set out some food for his company and then retreated to my room.
Three hours later, he’d managed to behave and keep it down, but I hoped he’d mind my curfew and ask his friends to go home as soon as possible. I didn’t want anyone staying behind.
Instead of joining them, I decided to soak in a long, hot bath and as I lay there, I had more thoughts about Mr. Reed. I was still afraid he saw me as a clumsy fool and hoped that if I had another chance, I’d make him see differently. I still had one opportunity to talk to him, and that was about Katie’s reading scores. She was reading more than kids two grades ahead of her, and I felt she should enroll in the gifted and talented program at school.
I wondered if she got her mind from her father? I’d already checked into her file to make sure she was a single parent child and seeing how there was no mention of another parent, not even on an emergency contact, her mother was probably deceased or not in the picture.
I wondered if he was interested in younger women or if he was one of those men who had reservations. I didn’t want him for his money, the truth was, being a virgin at twenty-two was getting old, but I couldn’t give myself to some asshole like Kevin who was immature and not really as in love with me as he was my big screen TV.
That slow ache was back
between my legs, and I couldn’t help but give it attention. I’d learned that kind of desire didn’t like to be ignored, so I reached down and rubbed my hand flat against my mound, and after rubbing a bit of firm pressure, I parted my folds with my index and ring finger so I could work my clit nice and softly with my middle fingertip. I liked to graze it, nice and slowly, barely touching until the desire built so much that I felt I’d come apart. My knees went together, and I clenched sending delicious waves of ecstasy through me as I came, sending waves through the bathwater as I moved my hips involuntarily.
A moan escaped, and my cheeks flared hot as I remembered I wasn’t home alone. I relaxed down into my water which I suddenly realized had gone cold.
Chapter 5
Ross
I was a bit on guard with my first job, and I kept a close eye over my shoulder and at my back as I walked into the hotel. I trusted Melanie, but this all seemed a bit too good to be true. I hoped that these clients were good people and not some crazy fuckers who would tie me up and take all of my money. I wasn’t for getting rolled, and even though I knew people hooked up like this every day, one still had to be careful, male or female.
I thought about the men that Melanie serviced and wondered if she ever got scared or had anyone get rough with her. She wasn’t exactly a tiny woman, but she was still not muscular or strong enough to manhandle anyone or get herself out of a situation.
I approached the door to the room number on the card that Melanie had given me and knocked.
A few moments later, a woman, who looked to be around thirty-five, slender and attractive, opened the door and smiled. “Hello, you must be Ross. I’m Claire Richard.” She stepped aside, and I went into the room with her.
“Yes. Melanie told me that you were attractive, but I had no idea you’d be so beautiful.” The woman was pretty, but I was just buttering her up. She was definitely above average, but she wasn’t the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. I might pick her up in a bar, fuck her for one night, but she wasn’t my type. But that wasn’t what this was about at all. I didn’t have to be attracted to her in any sense; I didn’t want ever to see her again, all I had to do was ram my cock in her and make her come like a fountain.
“You’re sweet and very handsome.” She walked across the room and lowered herself onto the bed. “Melanie tells me that you’re also very talented, and you can guarantee me a nice, wet time?” She lifted a brow, and I nodded. I was confident that I could give her what she wanted and she wasted no time undressing and lying back on the bed.
She was a pretty blonde with nice, plump lips, a small waist and big, though fake, breasts. The little tuft of hair that covered her mound was a perfect match, which told me her blond hair was one of the only natural things about her.
I stood at the end of the bed as she rubbed her legs together and parted them as if playing peek-a-boo with me and undressed. Her eyes followed my body down and up again, meeting my eyes with a look of approval. “Very impressive.”
My stiff cock was ready to do its job, and I decided I’d prime her with the vibrator she left on the bed. Melanie had told me she would encourage the customers to bring their toys, but just in case, I had brought a tiny egg vibrator to stimulate her clit. It was vital to a good, splashy orgasm, and made my work a hell of a lot easier.
I turned it on, and the hum was nice and steady as I lay it across her clit. “Good luck with that thing. I’ve tried a hundred times to make myself come with it, and I can’t make it happen.”
I rubbed it around, and she moaned, grinding her hips upward. I slipped the vibe in and worked it in an upward position. She cried out and covered her mouth. “Oh, my, Ross. You do know right where to touch a woman.”
“Just wait until I get my big cock in you, you’re going to come your head off.” Her eyes widened, and she squealed with excitement as I worked her. Then I let her hold the vibrator a moment while I sheathed my cock and then I took it over again. I spread her legs wide and tilted her hips as I centered my cock into position.
“Mm. I almost forgot, will you use the clamps and cuffs on the nightstand?” I glanced over to see that she’d brought along some nipple clamps and fuzzy hot pink handcuffs. I lifted a brow, and she smiled. “I’ll pay you a hundred more.”
“Sure.” I took the handcuffs and brought her wrists together above her head and locked them. She let them fall back over her head, and I knew she’d be helpless to do anything about the nipple clamps. “You sure you want these?”
“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.
