Sex & Money--3 Sexy Stories!

by Carly Katz

  I began realizing I was falling in love with him and that just could not happen. So when Rafael called me up for a date that week, I obliged greatly. Anything to forget Diego.

  Rafael and I met at our usual meeting place. He asked about any new clients.

  “Yes, I have a new client. He is a married father of two. He’s interesting,” I said, probably unwisely.

  I sipped my drink. Rafael looked curiously at me.

  “How so?”

  “Come on, Raffy. You know I can’t divulge that info,” I said smiling at him.

  He winked.

  “Listen, sugar, I was hoping we could go back to my apartment tonight. I bought some edible panties I just can’t wait to eat off you,” he said, his mouth whispering against my ear.

  It set me on fire. And in that moment, I rejoiced. Diego wasn’t the only who could do that. Thank God because I was beginning to be scared I would not be able to stay in this line of work!

  I linked my arm through Rafael’s as we headed uptown to his luxury apartment. It was beautiful, always making me envious of him, windows from floor to ceiling, a beautiful view of the city and lake.

  He didn’t waste any time. That’s not what I’m getting paid for, right? To look out windows?

  I followed his lead, removing my sundress, letting him gently toss me on the bed. I watched him search through his drawers.

  “Ah, here it is,” he said, his black hair swishing across his eyes.

  He handed me a clear, sealed bag with a black thong folded neatly inside. I smiled sensuously at him and started to head towards his bathroom.

  “No, right here. I want to see that gorgeous pussy,” he said, licking his lips.

  I watched him lay out on the bed, as if I was doing a strip tease for him. I pulled off my own thong and made a show of opening the bag, pulling the black panties over my legs until the string fell into my ass crack.

  “Turn,” he said.

  I did as he asked. He bit his lower lip.

  “Come ‘ere,” he said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling towards the bed.

  He got off the bed, yanked his shirt over his head and began to lick at the panties, starting at my clit, moving up to the sides of my legs. I closed my eyes in enjoyment.

  Diego’s face flashed into my mind. I tried to push him away, willed him out.

  Rafael turned me around, pushed me face first onto the bed. He clenched my hair in his hand as he ran his tongue between my ass, licking up the panties, savoring the flavor, moaning in lust.

  “Now,” he said, as all thoughts of Diego were pushed aside. “I want you to ride my face. But not with your pussy. With your ass,” he said grinning mischievously.

  I hesitated. I had never let anyone do that to me. One of my rules was no anal sex and mouth to ass seemed to be just as close to anal sex as the actual thing. I stared at him.

  “Rafael,” I began.

  “I know your damn rule, Nicki, but come on. We’ve known each other for quite some time,” he said.

  “True, but I don’t know where that,” I said, pointing to his dick, “goes when I’m not around.”

  He lay back on the bed, his dick saluting me.

  “No where you wouldn’t, baby,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes at him. I needed to make a decision and quick.

  “No. No ass play. You know the rule,” I said firmly.

  I stood at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to kick me out. He seemed to be thinking it over. Then he nodded and smiled.

  “Good thing your pussy tastes like honey, then.”

  I smiled back and crawled on top of him. I held onto his bed posts as he clenched my ass in his hands and I moved back and forth, letting his tongue tease me, pleasure me.

  My brain snapped to Diego. The way Diego did this. The way his tongue found me, deep inside, the way he knew how to give me what I want. The way he slapped my ass, the way he looked when I looked down at him, from my advantage above.

  This was hopeless. I was never going to get off.

  I looked down at Rafael. His eyes were tight, intent on licking. I could fake it. And that’s what I would do. Rafael usually didn’t give two shits about my own pleasure.

  I began to breathe heavily, rock faster, push into him, groan and moan, and finally scream out in pure fake ecstasy. Rafael bought it, took it in, hook, line and sinker.

  He pushed me off his face and knelt about my head, shoving his dick in my mouth. I took it in, doing what I do best, knowing I could get him to cum in less than five minutes. Could I beat my record today? God, I hoped so. I just wanted to get home and take a shower. Text Diego.

  I sucked hard, sucked fast, went up and down, let him take control. I didn’t tease; I focused on my mission. And definitely less than five minutes later, Rafael came in my mouth. He pulled out, collapsed on the bed.

  I didn’t swallow. I was sitting there with cum in my mouth. I couldn’t believe myself. I always swallowed. I always did. It was part of the enjoyment of sucking dick. And now that it was just floating in my mouth, a blob refusing to dissipate, I couldn’t swallow it without upchucking.

  I stood up and headed to the bathroom, slowly, like I was just going to clean up, and closed the door. I quietly spit the cum into the sink, peed, and then washed my hands (and mouth) before I came back out into the room.

  “Was that good for you, Nick?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Gotta get going, though. Have a client tomorrow morning,” I said, which was entirely true.

  Rafael nodded. He flashed two fingers at me from where he laid, his pillow cushioning his head.

  “Peace,” he said.

  I walked out. What the fuck? Before the “peace” didn’t bother me at all, didn’t make me care two shits.

  I walked home, thinking about my situation. It seemed like I had only two options: one, completely be done with Diego as my client, and two, tell him how I was feeling and let him do what he wanted with that information.

  Both seemed like shitty choices. No matter what, my clients would be getting a distracted me. I climbed into bed that night, showered and smooth, the silky sheets gliding over me, missing Diego. I tried not to think about him and his wife.

  * * *

  The next morning, I had brunch plans with Gregory. I met him at his favorite brunch spot at 10:30am. He was one of those clients who just wanted companionship. For now. We had only known each other for about a year. Maybe he was a slow mover to get me into the bedroom. I strolled in, pushing my sunglass on top of my blonde curls.

  “Morning, Gregory,” I said cheerfully.

  He looked up at me, surprised. The gray of his hair was coming in, screaming for a new dye job. I smiled at him, my most genuine “I’m young and cute” smile.

  “Good morning, Nicki. How are you today? Isn’t this weather absolutely beautiful?” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

  Typical Gregory. I searched my mind for what we could talk about today. His first wife? No, did that. Second? Done that. Third? Yeah…he always steered away from her. I’d go there today. Good distraction until Diego came over later.

  “It certainly is. I’m excited to go for a walk with you,” I said, thanking the waitress as she poured some coffee for me.

  “Yes, I was thinking of heading up to Broadway Street today. Yesterday when I was driving by, I saw a new high end woman’s shop that opened. I was thinking I know just what to get you,” he told me.

  I thought of him driving. God, what a mess that must be. But the store…one more reason I kept Greg as a client. He spoiled me and all I did was eat and walk with him. Hand in hand.

  “That sounds great. But you really should save that money for the grandkids!” I said.

  He laughed.

  “Oh Nicki, they have plenty. Their rich parents keep them stocked up with everything they need or want. Now what will you be ordering? Your usual?” he asked me.

  Disturbing that he knew my order so well. We only met once a week, if that.


  “Yes, that’d be great,” I said. I felt my phone vibrate. “Would you excuse me for a second, Greg? I have to take this call; it’s my mother,” I lied.

  Greg waved me off as he began telling the waitress what we wanted.

  I stepped outside to read a text from Diego.

  Going to be early tonight. Six-ish okay? I miss your legs around me…

  I smiled. Fuck, was I in trouble.

  After brunch, Gregory and I slowly headed towards Broadway Street where he talked about his grandkids. I attempted to bring up his third wife but all I could get, like normal, was

  “She was a greedy, gold-digging hussy,” he said, anger spewing from his mouth.

  I let it be. At the shop, I picked out a beautiful white floppy summer hat – “to protect my blonde curls,” Gregory said.

  As Gregory walked me back to my car, he proposed something I didn’t expect. At least today.

  “Nicki, I am quite interested in you. I think you are a beautiful young lady and I would like to see you more often and on a more personal level. I know you are extremely busy with other clients, but I was hoping to move this relationship a little further alone,” he said.

  I was shocked. Wow, what balls.

  “Thank you, Greg. I will definitely consider it and get back to you in a few days. Is that okay?” I asked, though it didn’t matter what he said.

  “Of course. Goodbye, Nicki,” he said, kissing my hand goodbye.

  Old men. So sweet.

  I could hardly wait for Diego to come, though nervousness rocked me as well. What would my decision be? I hadn’t seen him in two days, which wasn’t long, but felt like forever to me, and I knew whatever decision I made would jeopardize the current lifestyle I was living.

  I got ready long before he arrived and when the buzz came from downstairs and I let him, my stomach was a mess of nerves. I opened the door before he could even knock.

  He pushed me back against the closets and began to kiss me, passionately, holding me tightly, in a way he had rarely done before. He pulled me to him when our kissing was done. I looked up at him, searching his eyes, but he looked away quickly, almost as if he knew what he had done, what that meant.

  “Nicki,” he started.

  I waited, following him into my bedroom to hear what he had to say. He pulled me on top of him, fully clothed and slipped his hands under my shirt, my breasts dangling in his beautiful hands.

  I was doomed.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said, quietly.

  I wavered on how to respond. He pulled my shirt off, and took one of my tits in his mouth. I succumbed to the gloriousness of it, how it felt to be in love with someone again. I felt his teeth and tongue carefully scrape over my nipple and then move to the next one. I clutched his head against me.

  “I’ve missed you too,” I said in response.

  I pulled his shirt off and began to kiss down his chest, stopping to nibble and kiss here and there. He moaned and closed his eyes. Something was different. Something was more…free. Open.

  I pulled his dick out of his pants, staring at it for awhile, taking it in, and enjoying it in all of its beauty. I had never seen a penis like this one before…it was so magnificently perfect in every way. I wanted to yell at myself, tell myself to get a grip, but I knew I no longer could.

  I took it in my mouth, not giving a fuck about him. I wanted to explore it, taste it, feel it down my throat, in every which way I could. I wanted to satisfy my intense desire for him, a desire I had never known before. I played with it in my mouth before I began to go up and down, focus on the shaft, focus on his balls, put my finger between his balls and asshole.

  He began to shiver and I knew he was going to cum. I knew it wouldn’t be that quick, I knew it would be at least ten more minutes, but I enjoyed knowing how much pleasure I was giving him.

  He reached down and played with my tits, my hair, as I began the rhythm I knew so well to get him where I wanted him to be.

  Ever since Rafael I had longed for Diego’s cum in my mouth. And as he finally began to slowly leak out into my mouth, I savored it. I tasted it; I let it rest on my tongue for a second before I took it down, with no trouble at all.

  What a bad, bad sign for my career.

  I crawled up to where Diego’s head was and lay next to him. He turned to me and asked me to flip over. I did and he began to lick and bite my ass cheeks. In a matter of seconds, he was licking my asshole. I jumped. Against the rules, against the rules, my brain screamed at me.

  But it was him. Somehow it felt okay. Somehow I trusted him. And I decided to give myself to him right then and there. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers playing with my pussy and his tongue caressing my ass. My body began to shake, to quiver, and he pulled his fingers away from my clit just as I came, his tongue still licking and exploring my ass.

  I knew it was too late. He was no longer a client. There was no going back.

  About Carly Katz

  A teacher for elementary school students, Carly Katz stumbled upon erotica as a career path when she needed work to fill time during the hot summer months, and who would have thought her work would have been just as hot and steamy as a scorching heat wave in July? Reborn as Carly Katz, erotica writer extraordinaire, she is especially adept at crafting tales of submission and domination with Steam Books Erotica & Romance and other publishers.

  Carly Katz also has a Masters degree in Urban Special Education, but we'll always remember her for her mastery in the erotic arts..

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  College freshman Chris has always been shy and nerdy, the kind of guy who could never in a million years get the attention of Ms. West, the hottest professor the student body's ever seen.

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  HOW ABOUT THOSE DRINKS?

  A chance meeting at a coffeehouse turns into something more for one intimate night. Alexas cannot control herself any longer around this tall, white and handsome stranger and gives her body freely to him--something she never does. The sexual attraction between them and pleasure they both receive is unmatched.

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  HER OWN WORST ENEMY

  by Stacey Allure

  Oh lord, what am I doing?

  There was a little tiny voice inside Myra’s head that was protesting as her lips sucked on Reggie’s own bottom lip, her hands draped over his shoulders as his own hands slid over her back and down to her booty.

  Training had ended a few hours early, as the instructor told them it might. Reggie had asked Myra if she wanted to spend the free afternoon with him for coffee, and their time together had gone by so smoothly and the attraction was so undeniable that it was no time at all that they slipped over to his apartment nearby, and they were all over each other almost as soon as the door closed behind them.

  Girl, you ain’t right for this, you just met this man.

  Reggie unbuttoned and slid off Myra’s shirt, and as she moved her hands back to undo her bra, he took the time to unbutton his own shirt and slip it off, his physique revealed as the shirt fell to the floor, his skin smooth and dark, his muscles defined, and his body all-around lovely.

  Myra removed her bra and she was topless as well, the feeling of exposure in her breasts lasting only briefly as their bodies pressed against each other, their smooth, bare torsos sliding against each other in a manner that only made her more excited, and she tilt
ed her head back as Reggie kissed—shit, more like sucked—her neck.

  Myra, are you outside your damn mind?

  Reggie’s face lowered from her neck to her chest, his lips making their way to her right breast along with his left hand, his right hand moving up to softly touch her left breast. Reggie’s tongue emerged from his lips and grazed her nipple, and she felt the wet tender muscle slide across the sensitive apex of her breast.

  Myra’s breath started getting heavier as she let the enjoyment overcome her.

  Reggie’s hands moved to her skirt, and her own hands moved along with his to pull her skirt down to the floor, and she was then only clad in her panties and her heels.

  They made their way to the bed somehow--she was hardly conscious of their location in the apartment—and as she lay down Reggie slid her panties off, her entire body now lay exposed to him.

  Reggie then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and slid them off—he had long since kicked off his shoes—and peeled off his boxer shorts, too, until he was as naked as she was. His long, hard dick was at attention, pointing upward but also pointing at her, as if it had a mind of its own and knew where she was and it had specifically grown to try to reach her.

  Her pussy was sopping wet, its way of screaming in anticipation. She wanted that dick. Goddamn did she want that dick in her pussy.

  You already have a man!

  The tiny little voice was drowned out in ecstasy as Reggie’s hardness poked into her opening, and as he made his way in, and he started rhythmically pumping her into her and out of her in a lustful dance, the voice was silenced for good.

  To be continued....