4 comments/ 31150 views/ 13 favorites Lesbian Call Girl - Cheryl By: Milene This is one in a series of stories based on the premise of selling myself as a call girl catering to rich and famous women, managed by CaCee Cobb, Jessica Simpson's former personal assistant. For the background story, you should read "Serving Jessica", but this story can also stand on its own. ---------------------------------------------- I'm kind of in the dark as my cab moves down Wilshire Boulevard. Not literally, of course - it's just before 1:00 in the afternoon. But I'm in the dark about my latest client, the woman I'm about to see. CaCee must have been incredibly busy, because all I got was a terse text message: "New client - today at 1, Four Seasons Bev Hills, rm 1024". She's never done that before. I always know who my client is, at least a name. But not this time. I pay the cabbie and hop out in front of the hotel. With no direction from CaCee, I've taken the elegant route, wearing alluring but tasteful makeup and dressed in my newest outfit, a slinky, teal and white dress that falls just above my knees and makes me look and feel older than my 23 years. I'm feeling good as I take the elevator up to the 10th floor and stride down the hall to the identified room. Fact is, I'm just glad to have a new client. The past month has been pretty sparse. Neither I nor CaCee could figure it out, though she thought maybe it was because of the Christmas season - everyone being super busy with the holidays and all. Whatever the reason, all I've had in the past few weeks is a couple of studio execs. Both were in their early forties and still very attractive (and very, very appreciative!), but they just weren't what I'd come to hope for. I guess I've been spoiled, but anyone short of a hot Hollywood actress or music star is a minor disappointment. It's not a money thing, you see, though that's very nice. For me it's the sex that makes this job so great. Meeting someone beautiful and famous, making love to her, sometimes having her make love to me, it's just beyond my wildest dreams. But lately it just hasn't been there, and to make matters worse, I haven't been getting time with Jessica or CaCee, either. In the past, Jessica was always very needy, and CaCee usually wanted a quickie at least once a week (part of our deal), but of late Jessica has been totally obsessed with her boyfriend, Tony Romo, and CaCee just seems to be incredibly busy. So my draught has been an extended one. I've been horny for a two weeks. But hopefully that has now changed. I knock on the door and wait, still wondering who my new client is, if she's someone famous or just another rich Beverly Hills lady. Then the door opens and there she is. I recognize her immediately and am pleasantly surprised. It's Cheryl Hines, from "Curb Your Enthusiasm". There is a momentary pause as she just looks at me, kind of a "Are you who I think you are?" look. Then there's that huge, enchanting smile that I know so well from television. She greets me with an enthusiastic, "Hi there!" then adds, "I'm Cheryl." "Uh .. yes, I know," I say, a bit surprised that she thinks I wouldn't know her. "Very nice to meet you. I'm Milene." Again a slight pause, her expression pleasant but somewhat awkward. But she snaps out of it. "Come on in," she says, opening the door wider. Then the big smile again as I walk past her. "Cute dress!" I thank her and pause a few steps into the room, waiting for a cue as to what to do next. "Sit down, sit down," she says, fluttering aimlessly around the room. Her response is familiar, that nervous initial reaction that I've seen with other client the first time. She has a pitcher of Cosmopolitans from room service and pours one for me without asking. I take it with a polite "Thank you," and sit down, watching her as she continues to move about. Cheryl is dressed very casually, not at all like a "star". Her plain but fashionable white blouse plunges just enough to show off a little cleavage, and her designer jeans cling perfectly to her, showing off a nice round butt and hips that have that little extra width of maturity, without being "broad". Her feet are bare, which I find very sexy. Overall, her appearance matches exactly with my image of her - elegantly simple, common, totally unpretentious. She could easily be mistaken for one of my neighbors, or a friend's mom. A friend's young and very, very hot mom. She sits down next to me on the couch - close, but not too close - and smiles nervously again. "Oh gosh, this is a little weird. Sorry." I assure her it is okay. "I know," I say calmly, "let's just take it slow. It'll be fun." I reach over to touch her knee as I say it. She smiles and seems to relax a bit. "Yeah, it will be fun, won't it?" We talk for little while as we sip our Cosmos. It's small talk, a common way to fill that uncomfortable time before the real action begins. I tell her how much I like her acting, how I loved her in "Waitress". The sentiments are sincere, and she seems to really appreciate them. I ask her about the business, about being famous and dealing with the paparazzi following her around, then listen to her answer in that sweet, southern drawl that just drives me crazy. And as she speaks, I can feel her relaxing, getting more comfortable with me and with the situation, more into the moment. She even asks a little about me. "Milene, huh? That's such an interesting name, pretty." She thinks on that a bit, then tilts her head and laughs at herself. "Ohhh, I'm so dumb!" she exclaims. "That's not your real name, is it?" "No," I lie with a smile. Of course, her assumption is a reasonable one. No one in the sex business uses her real name. It's just not a smart thing to do. Except, of course, I never expected to be in this business, and without thinking the first few times, I used my real name (but only the first name!). Once I wised up, I decided to start using a "professional name". I even had it down to a couple choices - Lila or Lydia. But then I had the exquisite experience of hearing Dana Delaney crying out "Milene!" as I licked her to her fifth orgasm of the night. I decided then and there that that was a joy I would not give up. So now I just use my real name and let everyone assume it's a fake. Best of both worlds. "Well, it's a nice choice anyway," she concludes sweetly. There is a long, awkward pause. Just as I am thinking that it's time, that it's up to me to get things moving in the right direction, Cheryl does it for me. "You know, I've never done this before," she says. Cheryl seems to feel the need to explain. Or perhaps she is just filling the silence, or responding to an uncomfortable feeling inside her. Whatever it is, I can also see in her the subtle signs of arousal. She is ready to get started. "Never been with a woman?" I ask. "Or never paid for it?" Cheryl stifles a short little laugh. "Oh no." she says, "I've been with women before." She waves her hand at me for emphasis. "I used to do it some when I was younger - and free. It's been a while. No, I meant I've never paid anybody like this. It feels a little weird really. Kinda ... seedy." She gives me a little pained look, like she's apologizing for an implied insult. "Oh it's okay," I assure her, "it's perfectly natural to feel that way." I smile sweetly and add, "I promise you it won't seem feel seedy once we get started." Cheryl smiles broadly. "You're so sweet!" she exclaims. I feel myself blushing a little at the compliment. Cheryl continues to explain. "Part of it, I know, is that I'm sneaking out to do this. My hubby has no clue." Then she bows her head a bit, looking at me through upturned eyes, "But that's kinda part of the fun, too, isn't it." She finishes with a conspiratorial smile. I just nod pleasantly in agreement as she continues. "I've been wanting to feel a woman's touch again for a long time, but it's so hard when your well-known ... to do it discreetly, you know? And then this idea came along." "So your husband doesn't know?" I ask. "Uhhh ... No," she confides. "I just told him I was going to Rodeo Drive for the day. He thinks I'm out shopping, gonna close the stores down." She tweaks me playfully under my chin, smiles slyly and giggles, "Of course, he doesn't have to know what I'm really buying." I smile suggestively and respond, "That would be me, huh?" "Mmmmm, Yes, sweetie, that would be you," she replies with the same sultry look, running her finger lightly across my cheek.. "I think I made a good purchase." She nods her approval as she speaks. I feel a tingle at her comment, at the thought of being her "purchase", her pleasure-toy for the day. I love the flirting, but I'm anxious to get things moving. "Well," I say, "there's only one way to find out for sure. Got to try it out, right?" I lean toward her as I speak, reaching out to cup her jaw in my hand, pulling her in just a tad while I keep my eyes locked onto hers. I can see the desire there, a desire I definitely share. I scoot in closer and move in for our first kiss. Cheryl's face shines briefly as I near her, then melts warmly into me as we start our little make-out session. Cheryl is a good kisser, slow, soft, and gentle. Her tongue washes delicately over mine, swirling around it, drawing out the subtle pleasure between us. Her hands are on me as we kiss, one on my shoulder, the other on my hip. Their presence there is just enough to increase my excitement, without turning things up to high too soon. I can tell already that this is going to be a deliciously sublime experience. Cheryl is aroused and ready, but in no hurry. "Mmmmmm, yeah," she says softly, "that's nice - so soft. Always is." Then her mouth is back on mine, her tongue probing deeply, sending shivers up my spine. I let my own tongue wander, into her wide mouth, dueling with hers, then playing lightly over the bumpy ridge of her teeth. I keep my eyes open as we kiss, watching her, gauging her response. Her eyes are closed and she has a rapturous feel to her, floating in the incredible softness that only two women can experience. She slides back on the sofa, partially prone, and I follow her, lying on top, feeling the soft fullness of her breasts pushing into me. I close my eyes now to focus on the luscious feeling of her body pressing against me, Suddenly Cheryl breaks it off. "Just a second," she says, quickly getting up, closing the drapes. "Can't be too careful," she explains. I don't mind the paparazzi, but some things are private." I get up myself and walk to her. I hook my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans and pull her close, her pelvis tight against mine. She's a few inches taller than me, but with me in heels and Cheryl in her bare feet, our eyes line up perfectly. "Yes," I say seductively, my eyes hinting at the joys to come, "the best things in life are private." A smile starts to form on her lips, but before it does I cover her mouth with my own, my tongue running wetly over her lips, my hips grinding gently into hers. As we kiss I start to remove Cheryl's clothes. My fingers work at the buttons of her blouse, opening it from the top down, exposing the perfectly tanned skin of her upper torso. At the same time, Cheryl is undoing her jeans. Her kisses become hotter as I let my open palms pass over the smooth expanse of her waist, then pull away briefly to open her top completely, revealing the lacy white bra underneath. Cheryl pushes her jeans down and steps out of them, leaving her exposed and lovely in only her bra and panties. Cheryl's eyes flash with intensity, her nostrils flaring with excitement. "Damn," she breathes, "I really have missed this." Then she pulls me back in to french kiss with a new fervor. I go with the flow, enjoying the experience, my tongue playing against hers as my hands drop down to caress her buttocks, so sparsely covered by her thin, lacy panties. That draws a little "Hmmm" of surprise and delight, and then a quiet moan as I explore her further. God, she is so hot. I can feel the moisture growing between my legs. Her tits feel wonderful pressing into my own and I want to see them. I reach behind her, searching for the clasp, but she turns around to make it easier. I undo it and pull it open, and with a deft move of her shoulders Cheryl slips it off. She turns back around, her full breasts now bare and exposed to my appreciative gaze. Cheryl is over 40, but her tits are still firm and pert. Her large pink nipples are already erect from our previous play, and they look magnificent. I let her know with a look how much I enjoy the sight of them, and she smiles graciously. "You like 'em?" she asks, smiling warmly. I answer wordlessly, returning her smile and reaching out to caress both of her lush beauties. I brush my hands over the silky surface, gently squeeze each one, and roll the taut nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Cheryl's eyes close halfway as she enjoys the feel of my hands on her. I kiss Cheryl deeply once again as my hands continue to play with her luscious, full boobies. Then I start down, kissing behind her ear, then along the line of her jaw, all the while working lightly over the warm globes of her chest. I move to her neck, pecking at her, my tongue tracing little circles as I go, feeling her hot, trembling breath on the side of my face as I move down. And then I am at her chest, my lips grazing over the rise of her breast, lingering, then dropping to take in the turgid, pink bud of her nipple. Cheryl gives a little moan as she feels the soft pull of my mouth on her aroused nipple. "Oh sweetie, you're just an angel!," she cries as I work on her. I suck in whole mouthfuls, all of the areola, then just the nipple. I pull at it with my lips and teeth. Then I move to the other breast, licking and sucking that little knob, nibbling at it until it swells even further in my mouth. "ohhhhh, you do that so nice," she says quietly. I run my tongue over the textured surface of her nipple and get a quiet "Mmmmmm" for my effort. Iím holding both her breasts in my hands now as I move back and forth between them, sucking each one, then burying my face between them, reveling in the feel of their soft flesh against my cheeks. Cheryl seems to like this tender love, and I keep it up for some time, building the arousal slowly in both of us. As I work on her breasts, Cheryl is working on me, her hands reaching behind me to unbutton my dress. She is surprisingly adept and in seconds the back of the garment falls open. I tear myself away from her sweet bosom to let it drop off my shoulders. I kick my pumps off and am down to my underwear, almost as naked as Cheryl. I go back to kissing her, which is better than ever now, the skin-on-skin sensation running over my whole body. I writhe against her and as I do, I maneuver her over toward the bed, finally easing her back onto it as I once again lie on top of her. Cheryl is whimpering with pleasure now as we kiss and my hands slide delicately over her exposed skin. I quickly undo my bra and slip it off, allowing my nipples to brush directly over hers, sending a little surge to my pleasure center. From Cheryl's little moan, I assume she is feeling something similar. I move back to mouth her nipples some more, but stay there only briefly. I'm ready to move on and I do, teasing her with my tongue at the underside of her breasts, then moving downward. I linger over her flat stomach, kissing, licking, as her abdomen ripples in response. I move down further still, below her navel, and Cheryl gives and stifles a little cry of anticipation. I run my tongue seductively along the waistband of her panties, at the same time letting my fingers trace lightly over the skin of her inner thighs. They quiver at my touch and I quickly replace my fingers with my tongue, licking lightly at her thighs, inching ever closer to her crotch. Cheryl's hips are moving, very subtly, and her cries have become a sweet, "Mmmm ...mmmmm." I decide it's time for the main event and reach up for the waistband of her panties. With my fingers just inside the band I pause for effect. "May I?" I ask coyly. Cheryl looks excited and oh so happy. "Yes, you may!!!, she answers with dramatic enthusiasm. Cheryl eases her hips off the bed as I slowly, deliberately draw the panties down over her legs, revealing a perfectly trimmed but full little bush of blonde hair. Cheryl seems a little embarrassed. "I don't shave it," she says apologetically. "I know that's kind of old school." I certainly don't mind. I happen to think pubic hair is sexy, especially on an older woman. "Don't apologize. it's beautiful," I assure her. "You're beautiful." I am rewarded with a grateful smile and a sincere "Awwww... you are so such a doll baby." Cheryl's head falls back onto the pillow and her hands start to run lightly, almost unconsciously over her breasts and belly, stimulating herself. Her legs a open but not splayed wide, her knees raised slightly in a relaxed position. I caress her kegs and she looks up at me with soulful, bedroom eyes. "Oh my gawd," she breathes, "I am so ready." Yes, she is obviously ready. Cheryl's upper torso is flushed pink with sexual excitement, her nipples standing out on the orbs of her breasts, which rise and fall heavily now as her breath comes fast and furious. But the real evidence is lower, between her legs, where her pussy lies fully aroused, waiting for the attention I am now eager to give. Her lips are those of a mature woman, full and distended, opening up like a pink tropical flower, exposing the moist pit that lies between them. It looks so good! I can almost see the heat and desire rising out of her hole. I give her a quick smile of approval and move down to get started. Cheryl spreads her legs easily, contentedly, as I position myself between them. I lick slowly up and down her thighs, several times, purposely avoiding her steaming pleasure pit. I can tell she wants a slow, easy cuntlapping, and that's what I give her. My mouth grazes lightly over her inner lips, just a tease, and she responds with a little "Ohhhhh" and a disappointed "Nnngh" as I move on without doing more. She places a hand lightly on my head, not pushing or pulling, but hinting that she wants more. I give in and kiss her hotly right on her open cleft, getting a lusty "Ahhhhhh," for my efforts. I nuzzle into her cunt, rolling my head back and forth, her blonde bush tickling my nose. I lick delicately at her swollen flaps as I move, then take one long, tortuously slow lick up and down in her warm slit. Cheryl is happy to just let me work on her. She lies back lazily on the bed, totally relaxed, murmuring quietly to me as I delve into her wet cunt. "Oh sweetie .... oh god ... mmmmm ... oh honey ... that feels so good ... oh, baby that's just what I needed." Her hands move affectionately though my hair as her hips sway in a gentle rhythm, rising and falling in response to the motions of my tongue in her slot. I look up to see her, eyes half-closed, mouth open, her cheeks drawn in with desire, a look of total bliss on her face as I pleasure her. "Ohhhhhh ... oh yeah ..." she whispers in her sweet, gentle drawl, "lick me ... just like that." At this point I am totally turned on. Not only am I in bed with Cheryl Hines, whom I find incredibly attractive, but I am hearing her sweet, sexy voice calling me sweetie and baby and other pet names as I eat her out. I don't even try to hide my feelings as I shamelessly moan my passion into her hot, wet folds. My desire is obvious and Cheryl clearly notices. "Ohhh mmmmm, eat me out, sweetie." She is looking down at me now, eyes wide, watching me do her, obviously enjoying the situation, having a horny, younger women between her legs. "You really like it, don't you honey? I'm so wet ... oh, don't you just love it?" I mumble an incoherent response into her cunt, but I'm sure she gets the message from the long "Mmmmmm" that follows. Yeah, I love it. I really do. I love her wetness, her taste, and especially Cheryl's enthusiastic response. I look soulfully up at her and moan again as I apply another long, tantalizing lick into her center. "Oh god," she cries, her back arching up, "you're soooo good!" Lesbian Call Girl - Cheryl Cheryl is a joy to make love to. As I look up at her, feel her respond to my licking, I realize how wrong my earlier impressions were. I always thought of her as the beautiful but "homey" type, kind of wholesome and proper, unconsciously sexy, almost in spite of herself. But Cheryl is 43, and she didn't marry until her late thirties, so surely she'd been around. I wondered how many men - and how many girls - have had the pleasure of tasting her, of feeling her push up into their mouths like this. It doesn't really matter now though, because now it is I who is enjoying her thoroughly, feeling her body swaying softly in my hands as I eat from her sweet pussy. Cheryl's arms are raised now, holding onto the headboard as she writhes in response to my tongue. She looks so sexy that way, her head rolling gently back and forth, the mounds of her tits thrust forward by the position of her arms. I part her lips with my thumbs, hold her open while I lick all around the sensitive, inflamed flesh. She utters a quiet groan and splays her legs even farther apart. I swirl around her clit, so engorged and needy, then lick into the center of her slit to find a growing pool of cunt cream. I let my tongue tip play in it while I delight in the little gasps and moans fill the room. I revel in each little oooh and ahh I draw out of her, thrilled to hear her coo with pleasure and murmur sweet nothings of gratitude and pleasure. "Oh gosh," she sighs, "I'm so wet. Oh ... damn." Indeed, she is creaming heavily now, the juice just pouring out of her. Gone is the calm, relaxed demeanor I saw at the start. Cheryl is on fire now, her loins shaking, her hands clutching frantically at the bed sheets. Looking up, I can see the muscles in her stomach undulating like waves on a pond. I hold her hips in my hands and get ready for the ride. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum," she cries, "Sweetie, I'm gonna cum so hard. Oh god, keep goin' baby, make mama cum. I need it so bad!" She is moving all over the bed, her hands grabbing first at the bed sheets and then at my head, pulling me hard into her. I feel her goo smearing on my face, coating my lips, feel the deep heat of her cunt against my mouth. I move up slightly to find her clit, my upper lip nudging at the swollen nubbin before I cover it with the flat of my tongue and swirl all over it. Cheryl's hips jerk and her whole body trembles as she finally hits her climax. Cheryl's orgasm is clear and overtly physical. It starts with a subtle shaking, progresses to a grunting, painful-looking tightening in her thighs and stomach, and finishes with several hard, jerking spasms of her lower torso. Her large, beautiful mouth opens wide to call out her pleasure as her hips buck up to mash her pussy into my face. I stay with her, licking her, holding tight to her twitching hips as it goes on for close to a minute. At last she relaxes back into the mattress, though the aftershocks continue to move her at odd intervals for at least another minute. I stay between her legs until she is done. Then I kiss Cheryl's sex one last time before pulling my face away from her quivering thighs. I look up to find her gazing down at me, a look of content and gratitude on her face. "Oh god, that was so good," she sighs. "Please tell me you're not finished." I check the clock. It's 2:45. "Definitely not finished," I assure her with a smile. "not even half done." I roll my finger firmly over her clittie for emphasis, drawing a squeal of surprise and delight. Her thighs scissor in to half-capture my hand. Cheryl reaches down and runs her finger over my chin, coming away with a light coating of her own fluids. "Oh gosh," she says with a little laugh, "I really creamed your face, didn't I? Sorry about that." "Don't be sorry," I say. "It was fun. Besides, that's what I'm here for. Running my palm up over her inner thigh, I continue, "Just tell me when you want some more and we'll start again." " Cheryl runs her hand affectionately through my hair. "Damn. You're one dedicated little worker, aren't you." I place a little peck on her thigh. "I just want to make this really good for you," I scoot up on her to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to keep making you cum until you pass out." Cheryl's eyes get big and shine with excitement. "Damn, girl, where have you been all my life?" she jokes, very cute, then kisses me hotly. After a minute or so she pulls away. "But wait now," she says, "this is a little one-sided, don't you think? You know, I like playing with girls, too." As we lie side by side, her hand moves over my bottom and she coos, "Mmmmmm, such a cute little butt." She looks me in the eyes, a meaningful leer. "Girls have such nice butts." Cheryl's fondles my ass, kneading my buns, spreading them, her fingers exploring lewdly into my crack. She rubs two finger up and down and I tremble and groan as she tickles my asshole and then wanders down to tease lightly at my enflamed pussy. I stifle a little scream as she touches me there. I'm so aroused from pleasuring her that I'm about ready to pop, and Cheryl is very skilled in her lovemaking techniques. Her hand lingers for just a moment and then moves off, raising my ardor but not ready to satisfy it. I kiss her now as she continues to fondle me. Our tongue slide wetly over each other as her fingers move back and both between my two needy orifices. One presses lightly into my rear while another slips into my wet cleft, then circles lightly over my clit. teasing me unmercifully as moan and whimper into her mouth. I can feel a smile forming on her lips as I kiss her. She's enjoying this play, pleasuring me as I have pleasured her. My hands move to Cheryl's tits and squeeze at them, the rhythm matching the one she is setting in my private parts. I feel a finger slip into my pussy and groan as it roots around and then exits. It is replaced by one from her other hand while the original finds a new spot at my asshole, using my own lubrication starts to slowly ease inside. I squeeze Cheryl's breasts again and pinch her nipples as we kiss with renewed frenzy. Her finger is insistent at my back door, pushing in, in in. I feel one knuckle pass through and then another and pull away from her mouth to tell her how good it feels. Cheryl's eyes are ablaze as she watches my face respond to her actions. "Your ass feels so hot!" she gasps. Her finger moves inside me, shimmying and twisting as my senses explode with feeling. Meanwhile, her other hand is exploring my pussy, her thumb rubbing languorously over my throbbing clittie. I'm close and I tell her so. "Good, sweetie, I want to see you cum. Cum for me, baby, right now." I'm just on fire and her words are enough to put me over the top. Cheryl slides her finger all the way up my ass, twirls my clit, and I cum like crazy, clutching wildly at her, my face buried in her neck as I cry and quiver in her arms. Her finger still works in my bottom as I cum, while two more jam in and out of my aching cunt. Her body is so soft and warm against me and her breath puffs hotly in my ear. She pulls away slightly and kisses me with increasing enthusiasm while her hands keep playing between my legs. She's enjoying this and that makes it better for me. After a few minutes my climax subsides and I settle down to earth. I'm still aroused, though, and Cheryl lying naked next to me is just too good to ignore. I whisper "Thank you" and then reach over to begin my real thank-you. I run my hand over the swell of her hip, starting slowly. She seems content at the moment. I want to eat her again but I don't want to push things too quickly, don't want to spoil the mood. I know from our earlier play that she likes it slow and easy. I let my hand wander over her belly, tickle her navel, producing a delightful little shiver. I keep up this subtle teasing for a few minutes, and in the end, I simply ask her, "Want more?" Cheryl smiles a why-not smile and responds, "Sure." That's all I needed to hear. I give her a quick kiss and push her gently onto her back. In seconds I have her right nipple between my lips. Cheryl moans quietly, still enjoying that mood of relaxed contentment. I lick over her breast and then move to the left one, still going slowly, but hoping to raise her passion back to its earlier level. After a minute or so I start to see results. Cheryl's breathing is coming quicker and the sounds she's making indicate a growing arousal. I reach down to touch her and find my fingers drenched in her vaginal fluids. I have my cue to move on and I do, trailing down over her flat stomach, once again tickling her belly button, this time with my tongue. And then I go down even farther. I roll my lips through her tuft of pubic hair, savoring the feel and smell there. After all our activity, the soft curls are imbued with the aroma of Cheryl's cunt. It's terribly arousing. Her hips are moving now, rocking up and down with her mounting desire. I slip all the way down, between her legs, which open wide to accept me. Cheryl's ready now, her chest heaving as she looks down at me. "Do my clit," she says, "Lick it, sweetie, and don't stop. I need it so bad." I start to move forward but she stops me, her hand in my hair. "I mean it, hon. Don't stop, not until I say so. It's the way I like it." I nod simply in agreement and prepare to do her bidding. I spread her lips with my thumbs, exposing the sparkling, pink pearl of her clitoris. I lick it once and Cheryl reacts with a jerk and a throaty "Ohhhhh" that sounds almost painful. I look up at her and get a nod and an almost inaudible "Go ahead." I lick again, longer this time, swirling over the surface of her little button. The response is the same, only more intense. It seems like too much for her, but now her hands are on my head, in my hair, holding me firmly in place as my tongue swarms over her tender little nubbin. She holds me in place, whispering, "Lick!" to make sure I know what she wants. I keep at it while she cries and squirms, until finally she can't stand it and pulls me away. She holds me there for a few seconds, then smiles lasciviously and whispers "More," as she urges me back onto her swollen bit. She keeps up this pattern, pulling my head into her, letting me drive her crazy with my tongue, going on until she just can't take it anymore. She cries out, sometimes shrieking with the pleasure-pain, ending each time in a heartfelt "Ohh!!!!" as she forces to stop me. She holds me back, her eyes half-closed, chest heaving, her whole body shaking with the intensity of the experience. Then, regaining some semblance of composure, she smiles and utters that word again - "More" - and pulls me back into her. During one of these breaks I look down at Cheryl's abused clit, a throbbing nub of flesh, so swollen now it looks ready to burst. It must just be on fire at this point, a raging little bundle of over-stimulated nerves. She's torturing herself, using my tongue to do so, trying to get every bit of pleasure out of this encounter. It's incredibly hot, but I wonder how much more she can take. She pulls me in one more time, groaning loudly at the renewed sensation. She can't keep this up much longer. I continue my licking as her pelvis get into a steady rhythm, slow and deliberate, a surprise given what I'm doing to her. The groan transforms into a steady mewling sound, the volume fluctuating in tandem with her hip movements. My chin is soaked with Cheryl's sweet juice, a steady flow now from her gaping sexhole. I decide to escalate things, to maybe push her over the edge, though I'm not sure she wants that. I bring two fingers to the entrance of her vagina and they slip easily inside. God, it's so hot in there! The juice is pouring out as I rotate my hand to reach upward inside her, searching for her G-spot. I find the little lump and rub firmly over it, a steady rotation that brings an immediate response, "Ohhhh ... OHHHH.... my GOD!!!" I look up to see Cheryl's eyes roll back in her head, her face contorted, almost in pain as I continue my assault. I really have her going now, my tongue tormenting her clit while my fingers roll over the nodule inside her. Her thighs clamp spasmodically together and her cry of passion fills the room, a long, continuous "Ohhhhhhh Ohhhhhh Ohhhhhh!" the volume undulating wildly. She's not going to stop me this time. I press firmly into her G-spot and at last she cums, "OH GOD! OHHHHHHH!" her jaw slack, her mouth open in a huge "O" as her whole body trembles with the start of her orgasm. The waves surge through her and she's all over the place, writhing violently with the intensity of the feeling. It goes on and on, out of control, until finally she starts to come down, her upper body undulating slowly to an ever-decreasing beat. I slip my fingers out of her and plant tender kisses on her inner thighs. "Oh honey," she moans, "oh god, that was so good. I can't believe how good that was." I simply smile at her and continue to kiss and lick her thighs, occasionally placing a soft kiss right on her still throbbing hole. Eventually we both recover and I move up for some pleasant cuddling. I look at the clock and see that we're out of time. As usual, I'm still wanting more. "Our time is up," I whisper, "unless you want to go longer." She gives me a look that says she's considering it, but she declines. "I wish we could," she says with a pained look, "but I have to be home in less than an hour. My 'shopping' time is over." We both chuckle at her reference to her cover story. I do get a consolation prize, as Cheryl needs to shower and asks me to join her. There's no more lovemaking, but it's fun to frolic in the spray and wash her down. It's a pleasant epilogue to the day's activities. Still, I'm a little sad afterwards as I gather up my clothes and get dressed. Were it up to me, I'd be staying for another couple hours. I really like this woman, both sexually and as a person. Finally I'm at the door, ready to go. Cheryl places her hand on my cheek. I can feel the affection. "You were amazing, hon," she says, smiling so sweetly, shaking her head. "Best purchase I ever made." She raises her eyebrows and flashes that luminous smile. "I'm sure I'm going to need another 'shopping trip' really soon," she says with a wink. I get a little goodbye peck on the cheek, surprisingly chaste after what we've just done, and with that I'm out the door. I'm walking down the street, looking idly for a cab, thinking back on all the fun I just had with Cheryl, when my phone beeps with a text. It's from CaCee: "'Emergency' - Jess big fight w Tony, needs luvin. Can U?" I smile to myself. Typical Jessica - the boyfriend turns a little sour and she immediately wants some sweet cuntlapping. Well, well, looks like my little draught is definitely over. When it finally rains, it pours. I text CaCee back: "Sure no prob." A minute later there's another beep. It's CaCee again and I have to chuckle out loud at this one: "But stop see me first! I need some too!" God, I love this job.