by Julia Kent
He still looked stunned. “Why are you doing all this?” he asked.
She looked him dead in the eye. “You’re a very dangerous man, Mr. Hayes. Not only are you physically able to assault me, but you’re able to buy your way out of most trouble. So far, you’ve been willing to please me, but, like most men…” she paused for effect. “…You could change your mind.”
She walked toward him, put her hand on his chest, and kissed him. It was the first kiss that she had given him without prompting, and he seemed like he was instantly back in the mood. They kissed for a few moments more, and she pulled away and whispered in his ear. “Forget about the cameras for now. You’ve begun to please me, and I can see things going your way for the rest of the night.” He began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse, and she dug her nails into his back. When her shirt opened, he ran his fingers past her sides to her back, instantly going for her bra strap. She pushed him away.
“I would have thought you knew that this wasn’t going to go quite the normal way for you,” she said as she walked away from him. He started to protest, but she just went behind the bar and grabbed a bottle. She quickly pulled her shoes and pants off, and the rest of her blouse, so she was just wearing a black bra and black thong.
“Stealing alcohol from the restaurant, now? And with all the cameras you pointed out. Tsk tsk. I think I could get you in serious trouble.”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about it, Mr. Hayes. You bought it when I swiped your card for dinner tonight.”
He fished in his pocket for his receipt, and smiled. “I guess I should start looking at these more closely. Who knows how much you’ve stolen from me over the years.”
“There’s a first for everything, Mr. Hayes. Tonight, I hope we’ll both have a couple of firsts.” She took a swig from the bottle, and handed it to Mr. Hayes. “To a first time for everything.”
He smiled. “To a first time for everything,” he said, and took a deep drink. When he set the bottle down, Tracy was already next to him, moving in for another kiss. Their kiss, spiked by champagne, was even sweeter than the first, and soon Tracy found herself unbuttoning his dress shirt as well.
She was surprised at how much this domination stuff was coming naturally to her. When he moved to take off her bra, she stopped him, her voice gruff with control. “I’ll be taking off the clothes. On both of us.” His hands moved away from her bra in a hurry, not wanting to mess this up for himself.
She stepped back and turned around. Her tits were bulging against the fabric of her bra, and when she reached back and unfastened the snaps of her bra, it fell off her shoulders immediately. She walked over to the bottle of champagne and grabbed it.
When she turned and faced Mr. Hayes, his eyes practically bulged out of his head. “Sit down and put your hands behind your back, Mr. Hayes,” she said. He did as he was told, sitting on the nearest table, and she walked toward him and straddled his leg. “Since you helped me clean up this restaurant, I also want you to help me clean up my body.” She poured a little champagne on her tits, the chilled liquid sending shivers up her spine. Some got on his chest and his expensive dress pants, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he instantly went in to lick her tits.
He sloppily moved his tongue from one nipple to the other, lapping the alcoholic drink from her body. She poured a little more on herself, then set down the champagne bottle. She shoved her tits together, pushing them up into Mr. Hayes’ face.
“Do you like the way they taste?” He nodded, his face buried in her cleavage. “Do you like the way I taste?” she asked, and again he nodded furiously. He moved his hands from behind his back to her sides, but it was not an attempt to gain control. Rather, he was just trying to steady himself, and his hands felt so good against her skin. She let him keep his hands there, and moved her own hands to behind his head. She pulled him in, smothering him with her boobs. When she moved her hands in, it pushed her tits up even more into his face. His five o’clock shadow prickled against her exposed skin.
When she finally pulled him away, he was gasping for air, but obviously enjoying the hell out of himself. She immediately pushed him back in to her tits, and his tongue instantly went back to work, and his mouth struggling to get to her nipples. She smiled as she looked down, looking into his eyes, which were expectantly looking up at her. She pulled away a little, grabbing the champagne bottle again. She took a drink, then looked at him.
“Stick your tongue out,” she said. He smiled and did so where he sat, and she shook her head with a smile. She moved toward him, and put her nipple near his mouth. He got the idea, and moved his face the rest of the way, his tongue lightly against her nipple. When she poured, he moved in closer, lapping it up like a dog. She knew she’d have another mess to clean up when they were done, the table and floor were getting soaked! She put the bottle back down, then pulled his head up for a kiss. He kissed at her hungrily, his fingers digging into her a little as she pushed down into him, tasting the champagne he had cleaned off of her.
She pulled away again. “Stay there,” she commanded, and she meant it. She backed up slowly, and put her thumbs under the straps of her thong. His eyes bulged as she slowly pulled down her underwear, exposing her dripping mound. She had done a little landscaping today, trimming herself into a nice landing strip, which Mr. Hayes’ eyes were now fixated on. When the underwear was off, she did a little turn for him, giving him a good look at her naked backside.
“Wow,” he whispered, finally getting a look at her ass, which had filled out nicely over the past few years. She turned back towards him, letting her hair fall down her back, and gave him the “Come hither,” finger beckon.
“Bring the champagne,” she said as she walked away. She turned around, jumping up on the bar backwards, her bare ass on the counter. Another thing I’ll have to clean, she thought, as she crossed her legs and watched as he got closer. When he got to the bar, he put the champagne bottle down and came in for another kiss.
She leaned down and kissed him for a few moments before pushing him away. She grabbed the champagne bottle, taking another drink. Her legs opened up, and his eyes again fixated on her sweet sex. She thought about what he would feel like inside her, and she wanted it so bad, but she had to stick with her plan.
“Put your hands behind your back again, and try to please me with your tongue,” she said. He smiled once more, and moved to between her legs. She put one leg on each of his shoulder’s as he began to taste her legs. He kissed his way up one foot, building the anticipation as he went. Every kiss was like a jolt of electricity down her spine. He was really good at this, she thought. When he got to her dripping snatch, he began to move down the other leg.
Oh no, she thought, and she grabbed his head, putting it right where she wanted it. He moaned, and began to lick her pussy. Her legs clenched a little, holding his head in place. She grabbed the bottle of champagne, and poured it near her belly button, letting it flow down to her pulsating clit. He eagerly licked it up, running his tongue up and down her labia, licking it all up. Soon she leaned back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue.
Again he put his hands on her, bracing himself by wrapping his muscular arms around her legs, his hands resting on top of her legs. She felt the heat within her rising, and she began to moan herself. She let go of his head, and he continued to tease at her clit. She tensed, and relaxed, and tensed, and finally she released all her tension. When she came, she clenched his head tightly between her legs, and still he managed to soldier on. It was a short, intense orgasm, and it left her gasping for air.
When she finally relaxed her legs, he, too, was gasping for air. He pulled away a little, and grinned up at her. She smiled at him gently, then put her hands on the back of his head again. “You’re not done yet, Mr. Hayes,” she said, as she jerked him back into her muff. He eagerly went back to work, this time rougher.
She again released his head, and this time he moved his hand to her clit, flicking it back and forth. She figured he’d earned
a little break, and she leaned back and enjoyed it. She began to whimper, as again she felt herself about to cum. The release this time was a slow burn, as she squeaked and tensed her legs again, feeling his fingers furiously rubbing her clit. She didn’t know how long she lay there, enjoying the feeling.
When she recovered, pushed him away and stood up next to him. “I think you deserve a little reward,” she said, feeling his huge member straining against the fabric of his dress pants. He smiled, and began to grind against her. She tasted her own sweet cum in his mouth, and it turned her on that much more. Once again, she had to calm her raging libido to keep from surrendering to his advances.
“Get up on the bar,” she demanded after breaking from a kiss. He did as he was told, hopping up in the puddle of champagne that was already there. She instantly went for his zipper, pulling it down and pulling his cock out. Again, she was surprised at how big it was. He groaned with pleasure as she began to stroke his cock, looking up at his eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed the bottle of champagne.
“You know, I’m feeling a little thirsty,” she said, as she poured a little of it on his dick. He gasped, same as she had gasped, at the sensation of the still cold liquid. She immediately took his cock in her mouth, sucking all the champagne off, while he smiled and moaned softly. She moved up and down, savoring the feeling of this massive cock in her mouth. He moved his hands to the back of her head, trying to push her down, and she threw his hands off. She stood up.
“Oh no, Mr. Hayes. Put your hands back behind your back,” she ordered. He did as he was told. “Hmm… Since you can’t be trusted not to fuck my face, what else can you fuck?”
“I’ve got an idea,” he said, a grin on his face.
“I’m sure you do, but I’m sure that you should not be rewarded for this,” she said. She seemed to think for a moment, then commanded, “Lean back.”
He leaned back, those muscular abs having no trouble holding himself steady as he braced himself with his elbows. She moved in, putting his rod, now wet with her saliva, between her tits. She moved her arms together again, and they made a pleasing tunnel for him. She moved them up and down, stroking his cock, making a fantastic image for him. When his cock began to get dry, she poured the rest of the champagne in the bottle on her tits, making them slick with alcohol and sweat. His hands gripped the edge of the bar, and his face began to contort a little.
She moved faster, trying to get his release. In a few more moments, the friction from rubbing against her tits made him dry again. She moved her boobs out of the way, and gave the top of his cock a sloppy kiss. He moaned again, saying “Don’t stop…” She did stop, but her saliva made a great lube as she began to jerk him off. He bit his lip and held on tight, and within a few moments, great ropes of cum shot out of his cock.
It turned her on so much to know that she was causing his orgasm, that the mess that was now pooling around the base of his cock was her doing. She jerked him off until he stopped gasping, until he collapsed backward from the intensity of it all.
She went to the sink and washed her hands, then grabbed three washcloths. With the first, she gently cleaned up his cock and pants the best she could, while he looked on, a gentle smile on his face. When she was done, she threw the second washcloth on his chest.
“No time to rest, Mr. Hayes, we’ve got to clean up our mess.” He laughed a little, but watched as she moved over to the table they had started on and bent over, cleaning the champagne up with her ass sticking in the air. He moved to clean the bar…
***
When all evidence of their encounter was gone, and they were both fully dressed, Mr. Hayes moved in for another kiss. Tracy let it come, and didn’t pull away. They made out for a minute or so, before Mr. Hayes said, “So when can we do this again?”
Tracy smiled. She had been waiting for this moment. “You are so close, Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me.” She walked away from him, and pulled out a stack of envelopes, each with papers in them, held together by a rubber band. She came in close to him.
“I’m going to tell you how this is going to go, and it’s up to you to decide if you want to keep going or not, if you really want to please me. First, you’re going to pay off all these credit card bills. It’s a drop in the bucket for you, but it’s the very last step you need to take before I’m ready to take this to the next level.”
“Consider it done,” he said, moving in for another kiss. She stopped him.
“When that’s complete, and not a moment before, you’re going to take me on a date. Not quite the same kind of date you take each of the sluts you usually get with. No, I want something classy. There’s a restaurant I want to try downtown called The Pier. It’s a seafood restaurant where they fly the fish in daily. They say you need to make reservations about three months in advance, so you might want to call them tomorrow.”
He smiled. “Honey, if we get in the car, I’ll have the restaurant opened back up and fully staffed before we get there.”
She giggled. “As impressed as I know I’m supposed to be, I guess I’ll put a minimum time on this as tomorrow afternoon.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
She continued and moved in, kissing him again. She moved to whisper in his ear. “After all that, and assuming you don’t mess anything up, then, I’ll be pleased. And if I’m pleased,” she paused, sticking her tongue in his ear, “then I’ll be sure to please you.”
They locked eyes again, and once again Tracy felt the mysterious flash behind her eyes, and hugged Mr. Hayes to keep her balance. He gripped her tight, then went back to kissing her passionately. She pulled away again. “My ride is here. Too much booze to drive home tonight. I’ll set the hard drive on the ground as we drive away, and you can pick it up without being seen.”
He smiled. “I appreciate it. Can I have the password? I might want to watch this video again.”
“Sure. The password is ‘mypleasure’. It should be easy to remember, because it should be the most important thing to you right now. My phone number is also on the hard drive, so you’ll know who to call.”
He almost spoke, but instead said, “Thanks.” As Tracy walked out, she knew that he was about to say something about already having her phone number. He was wise not to speak up. When she got in the car, she set the hard drive on the ground as promised, and her friend drove them away, her friend poking fun at how much champagne she must have drank to smell like she did.
***
After showering, she fell asleep almost immediately. Her dreams were once again filled with visions of dates with Mr. Hayes, only this time he was much more willing to be submissive. In one dream, he took her horseback riding, and afterwords ate her out under an apple tree, only to have her push him away. In another, he tied himself to the bed, before allowing her to tease him, and her walking out in disgust. The dreams were no longer about never being able to please her, but rather him doing everything in his power to please her, and it just falling short. She awoke, glad that she was about to let Mr. Hayes have his release.
Tracy had a free schedule in front of her for the next few days, so she spent most of the next morning reading and waiting for his phone call. She went to the mall and bought a dress and shoes that she normally would have felt like she didn’t have the money for, but she figured her credit cards were about to be paid off, so she’d have something to fall back on soon. At about noon, her cell phone rang with an unlisted number. She let it go to voice mail, as she would have done anyway, but as soon as her phone beeped with a new message, she checked it.
“Hey Tracy. I took care of you the way you requested. I’ve also got reservations at eight at The Pier. I’ll be waiting for your call.”
The way he said “I’ll be waiting” let her know, once again, that she had him where she wanted him. She called him back.
“Tracy!” he exclaimed, his excitement perceivable even over the phone.
“I’m glad you’ve done what I asked. If it all turns out okay, th
en I’ll be arriving at your house at seven,” she said, with authority in her voice.
“That sounds marvelous, I…”
“I also want you to be dressed to kill,” she cut him off. “If I’m not impressed, I’ll walk right out the door and we can try this again a different night.”
“Tracy, I always dress to impress,” he said.
“Good! I’ll see you then!” She hung up before he had a chance to respond.
***
Tracy checked her computer when she got home. She figured that since Mr. Hayes was going to get what he wanted, her computer was probably okay to use now. Sure enough, every credit card bill was paid off. Her student loans remained, but the payments on those would be manageable with a clean credit slate. She looked at the clock and saw that it was three o’clock already. She had best not keep the billionaire waiting.
She got in the shower, and again was dizzy with happiness by the fact that her debt problems were over. She began to think of how much she had enjoyed this, and slowly, she began to move the shower head down. When the water hit her clit, her mouth opened in wordless pleasure.
She thought of Mr. Hayes, touching her, kissing her, his desire palpable. She had resisted him for so long, longer than she had thought possible, but she had done it. All her hard work had paid off, and tonight, she was in for the sexual experience of her lifetime. She came hard, legs buckling a little with the force of it…
At 7:04 she drove up to Mr. Hayes’ house. It seemed almost silly to drive her beaten up car to such a nice mansion, but she knew she’d need a ride home in the morning, and didn’t want to rely on Mr. Hayes if things went sour. She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror quickly before walking up to the door. She wore black high heels, and knew that her feet would be sore by the end of the evening. It would be worth it, when she thought of how well they went with her dress.
It was a simple black dress, with an open back that she knew would drive Mr. Hayes wild. She had decided at the last minute not to wear a bra or panties, just in case an opportunity presented itself for her to tease him a little more. The butler showed her in, smile on his face as he remembered the last time she had entered this house. Still, even at his advanced age, he checked her out from head to toe. She knew she’d be getting a lot of this kind of attention tonight.
