4 comments/ 65894 views/ 9 favorites Kink By: Fantasy Kiss Tommy… It was 12:15 pm on a Tuesday. I had a 12:30 appointment with a young marketing consultant named Tommy. He was a good-looking man in his early thirties who doesn’t trust women. It had something to do with his first love; ever since her the only women he trust are women in my profession. With us he knows why we are interested. At least that is what he says is the reason, to be honest I just think he just has self-esteem issues, but I don’t care enough in his case to play therapist. That role would cost extra and I don’t think he would appreciate that. However, his esteem is on point within the boardroom. He is an upcoming executive at a local marketing firm. Whatever idea Tom has turns to automatic gold. At the rate he is going it wouldn’t surprise anyone if he ends up being the youngest partner of the firm. I entered the Intercom Corporation and took the elevator to the 15th floor. He passed me just as I got off. He didn’t see me but I saw him. I followed him. He was headed for the men’s room. I watched him walk. His brand new Armani suit fit his body perfectly. He loved to ensure his suits were tailored to fit him to a T. After all, looks were everything, especially in the marketing world. He stopped at the entrance and entered the code to open the men’s room door. He didn’t even look back as he entered. I caught the door just before it was about to close. It was the clicking of my high heels that alerted him to my presence. A woman in the men’s restroom? Surprise entered his eyes as he saw me. I liked surprising him. The moment of uncertainty leaves him paralyze and gives me just enough time to barge through his defenses. I smiled at him in the darkly lit room, made more so with its dark gray and black décor. I dropped my purse on the cold linoleum floor. “Hey lover, missed me?” I asked with a smirk as I walked right into his arms for a deep intoxicating kiss. His hands found my hips and slid to my ass for a firm squeeze. I lowered the zipper of his pants and pulled out his semi soft prick. Ending our kiss I smiled again and gently turned him around, to face the urinals. Resting my chin over his shoulder, we both watched as I pointed his dick in direction of the bowl. Aiming just right, I kissed the side of his neck, sucking, hoping to leave a love bruise for the next bitch to see. He turned his head and his lips met mine again. I felt his prick rise up softly. He turn back to watch as I licked around his ear. A gentle tickle was heard for a few seconds then it died away. I felt the warm dip of liquid slide down my caressing fingers as they glided along the wet skin. He grew. He hardened. He elongated. He did all those wonderful things as I stroked him. He just watched as I did what I did best. One thing about Tommy that I love is his skin. He was a thick skinned man, literally, which tends to mean he could handle certain techniques most men couldn’t, like the use of a female’s nails on his harden dick. While most men would finch from the unexpected sensation, even experience pain, Tommy loved it. The more I scratched the more he grew. He and I had similar tastes when it came to sex. There was no doubt in either of our minds that if sex didn’t hurt just a little then it wasn’t worth the fuck. He loved it when I played with his tip and around the head. That is where he is most sensitive so I played with that first. I wanted it to feel the most intense as fast as possible. Around and around my fingers slid across his protruding tip and I felt the heat increase with each pass. Using both hands I gripped his shaft, one hand on top of the other and twisted each hand in opposite directions, firmly moving up the shaft, up to the tip where my fingers circled around and around and then back down. Occasionally, I would reach one hand below and massage his balls. He loved this, especially when I found that spot right at the base. Moving my hands backwards, I pushed his pants down, passed his narrow hips. His smooth soft ass filled my vision as I looked at the baby fine hair that covered both cheeks. On the left was a birthmark with no recognizable shape, but one I’ve seen many times. It was that spot I first decided to lick. My soft pointed tongue relaxed as it moved over the skin. I continued to stroke him with my hands in front on his cock and my tongue in the back on his ass, making him wetter than I was. My tongue licked, my lips kissed and my teeth nibbled as I moved from the center of his ass cheek to the top, moving to the small of his back, which shuddered as I kissed it. Still kissing I moved down again over his right cheek, nuzzling him in my growing excitement until I made my way to the very center once again. Pausing, I released his dick and moved back away from him. His breathing was as intense as mine as I took a moment to glazed at the hard globes. Placing each hand on an adjacent ass, I firmly stroked him up and down and with each stroke up I slowly spread those cheeks, centimeter-by-centimeter, not enough to expose the hidden puckered hole between, but enough to open him up. Cautiously, almost as if I had no will of my own, my mouth met the center of his ass. Releasing my hold I felt his cheeks surround my lips and I slowly stuck out my tongue. When he felt the moist heat touch him he jerked forward and automatically braced the wall him in front of him so he wouldn’t fall. Upward I moved, with my tongue still buried within his flesh, I took a long stroke up his ass, again to the small of his back and paused. Then I reversed my direction downward in one smooth motion, ending at his thighs. Growing bolder, I grabbed each cheek again and spread him just so, like before and gave him a proper licking. He moaned and shook in my hands, for this was a sensitive area, this was an area rarely touched therefore each stroke was most intense. I licked along one inner cheek side and moved to the other in the opposite direction. I didn’t know it at the time but he was dripping by then. Precum exited from his tip at a steady flow. It was a slow ongoing orgasm of sorts, gradually driving him insane with each passing of my wet mouth. Finally, not able to withstand this torture any longer he turned in my arms and reached for the back of my head and filled my month with his throbbing dick. Deeply he pushed, almost taking me by surprise as I opened up to him, swallowing as much as I could in short notice. It took all my willpower not to withdraw, not to lose breath, not to choke on his thickness, but I managed. His touch was nothing next to gentle as he nearly pulled my hair from its roots. I tighten my lips and my mouth allowing for as little space as possible within me and totally engulfed his tool in soft heat. Slowly he moved my head toward him, so he could feel every inch of him disappearing between my lips. He stood there with his legs spread, bracing himself; his eyes were closed as he concentrated on keeping his movements slow and controlled. Closer and closer I went until my nose met his stomach. He stopped as his pubic hair surrounded my lips. Slowly he began to thrust back and forth with very little movement. He just wanted that snug fit and that slight little motion over and over as it build and build. He loved when I sucked him like this; he loved the fact that his dick curved upward following the curve of my hard pallet and he loved the tense curve of my tongue on the underside of his meat. He loved the contrast of rough and soft in my mouth and how it made him feel during this gentle fuck he endured. Then there was his cock’s head, that uncircumcised tip that met the back of my throat and rubbed continuously against the soft flesh of my tonsils. On and on we continued like this until it build and build to a point that was too dangerous for him to continue. And there I sat on my knees, enduring it all. Wet beyond imagination, I felt the wetness pool around my thighs, down out of my pussy; even around the curve into my ass crack itself, open and vulnerable as I kneeled with my legs spread as wide as possible in that position. I loved the feeling of being open just as I love the feeling of being filled. While sitting there, I’ve had several little orgasms myself and with each new wave I simply wanted more and more and more. Pulling himself from me he stood there for a second and just breathed. He didn’t want it to end this way, in my mouth, he rarely did. Opening his eyes he looked down at my flushed face and offered his hand for me to rise. Pushing me toward the sink, he pushed me up onto the counter and the back of my head rested on the glass mirror. He reached for the neckline of the button-up dress I wore and pulled slowly, allowing each button to naturally slip from its individual holes. Soon my bra-covered breasts were bare and he reached for a condom packet hidden away in the fabric, saved for this very purpose. I sat there with my legs spread, as wide as I was able, one on each side of me, barley noticing I was getting the counter as wet as I had gotten the floor. I watched as he rolled the rubber across himself. I watched as he took his fingers and spread my pussy lips and inserted himself, pushing out more wetness in the process. The wetness sank down into my ass and when I say inside I mean inside, for you see, that little cave entrance isn’t as closed off and small as it was six years ago, far from it. Inside my pussy he drove as far and as tight as he could angling, thrusting, in and out and as roughly as he could, pounding me onto the hard surface. After a few of theses he withdrew and went to his real goal, his target, the one he hungered for before being distracted. Now that the condom was lubricated with my thick juices, he moved his dick to that other hole and rubbed as much moisture as he could around its opening, always circling, never entering until he was ready. And then he was ready; he moved me closer to the edge of the counter and lifted me up. I helped him, placing my legs over his shoulder. In he droved, into my ass, sinking deeper than he ever imagined, and more than he ever could have with my pussy. He utterly disappeared. Then gently setting me down with him still inside his left hand found my pussy and one by one he inserted a finger; one by one until I had four thick digits locked inside of me, stroking me as I sat spread open. It was then that he moved, slowly at first, but then as he realized he could feel himself, inside of me he became bolder and empowered. His fingers were able to feel what I felt as his cock fucked me through the thin skin that separated both holes of my body. His fingers stroked me as his dick did, and he moved faster and faster, in, out, in, out, over and over. It was then that I heard it. Someone outside, punching in the codes to enter the room, pulling him closer I buried his face in my neck. As the door opened I stared into startled eyes, his hand rotated within me, now they turn upward, cupping me, cupping my pussy from the inside out, his palm meeting my clit as I continued to stare into the 20 something year-old eyes of the boy who just entered the restroom. Tommy’s palm tightened around my pussy as he squeezed. His thrust became faster knowing that someone was watching. It excited him knowing the door was open and I saw the intruder as he saw me, unable to identify Tommy or me. Harder and harder became his thrusts as his other hand began squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks as I did his, in the rhythm of our bodies. The pain on my clit increased and I loved it! My moans turned into pants and little screams as I lost myself in that boy’s eyes. That baby boy who probably never seen a real pussy in his entire life. Over and over Tommy fucked me harder and harder, deeper and deeper in my ass as if he wanted to split me over and fuck me into eternity as this young boy watched. Shaking he finally broke out of his trance and moved backward, rushing, nearly falling as he tried desperately to close the door behind him, as desperate as I was, as I buried my nails into Tommy’s shoulder. He unloaded in me over and over, faster and faster, spermatic thrusts, 5 pumps per second. Harder he squeezed my pussy, my clit. Pain and pleasure all became one as his fingers dug into my g-spot and the tears exploded from my eyes as I exploded around him screaming, screaming for dear life and then and only then did he let go, as if that is what he waited for all along. Removing his hand from my pussy, he moved, nearly climbing onto counter with me as he pushed deeper and deeper inside my ass as if he wanted to lose himself in me and I felt the hot liquid move up in me, high in me, reaching places I didn’t think possible as he cried his cries of release. He fell on top of me and my support gave way. I couldn’t hold myself any longer, or him, and together we fell. Falling from the counter on to the floor, our legs twisted and tingled, me on top of him as breathing became impossible. I felt as if I was going to pass out. Seconds turned into minutes as we laid there trying to regain control. I felt like I’ve never been this tired or used. I hurt everywhere: my pussy, my clit, and my ass. I shuddered with delight. I softly reached down and felt my clit. The shock left me jerking in surprise. I was still sensitive, much too sensitive. I came again and cried. Tears leaked out of me uncontrollably from the shockwave of lust. It felt good now but in a few hours it would be hell. He recovered first, pulling off the used condom and pulling up his pants. He looked ridiculous. His hair was a mess and his clothes were wrinkled and out of place. I knew I looked no better. Seeing my pocketbook beside me I sat up and pulled it over. Opening it I found my hand mirror. My makeup was a mess. My eyeliner was running down my face in a black line of sorrow. By this time he was standing and he reached out a hand to help me up. I rose and as soon as I was steady he kissed me. Deeply. Passionately. He kissed me. Smiling he looked at me and said. “Thank you.” I smiled back. He didn’t want to hear the line that automatically popped in my head, ‘that’s what you pay me for’ so I didn’t say it no matter how truthful it was. Not to say I didn’t enjoy it or that it wasn’t one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had, because it was, but I never let my clients forget what this arrangement was nor myself. Business was business and I had no room or patience for anything else. So simply smiling back I turned from him abruptly, dismissingly and looked into the mirrored wall and proceeded to comb my hair. He paused for a minute and watched me, uncertain what to say. Then he noticed he too needed some adjusting and moved closer to the mirror to rearrange himself. Handing him the comb I preceded to fix my make up, which wasn’t as bad as I originally thought. Within minutes we were both presentable again. Seeing the discarded condom on the floor I picked it up and threw it in the trashcan. I saw the counter and floor where still wet from my juices, but the wickedness inside of me decided to leave it there. I turned to him and asked him how I looked. “Beautiful as always, Brie.” “Thank you, “ I replied and reached over to straighten his tie. It wasn’t quite right. “Shall I bill your credit card?” It was a standard procedure of mine; on the invoice our appointment would be listed as massage therapy, as with all my clients, but I always asked, on the off chance they wanted something different. “That’s fine.” “Good. Shall we leave?” He headed to the door and opened it, looking out to see if the coast was clear. Then beckoning me forward we left. He walked me toward the elevator. As it opened he briefly rubbed the small of my back and gently pushed me forward into the filled space. I got in, turned and saw him walking away. The doors closed and I pressed for the lower level. Two floors down the door opened and a small crowd entered, pushing me backwards to the wall. It was then that I heard the grasp. Turning to my left I saw the round-freckled face boy that walked in on Tom and me. He turned a deep dark red and quickly looked away. It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Moving a bit closer to him I saw him begin to tremble. Reaching out a hand behind all the disinterested backs in front of us I found the front of his pants. As impossible as it seemed he tensed even more. He was hard. I gently stroked him, not wanting to scare him, as we descended. Then towards the end I released him and dipped into my pocketbook, withdrawing a business card. Before we all left the elevator I handed it to him. Whispering I said, “Call me and we’ll work on getting rid of that that little “problem” you have.” He simply nodded and watched as I left the elevator. By the end of the week, I had a new client. My name is Shabrie, at least that is the name I work by. But it’s not that different than my real name. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a call girl and in case it matters, I’m black. All the latter means is that various types of men pay me for sex. If I’m capable of it, I’ll do it, but I do have a few limitations, the most important being the use of condoms. In this business, that’s the one thing that is not optional, after all it would be a shame to work so hard and not be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor. I have a very diverse and yet very small clientele. Each one had his or her special turn-ons and fantasies. Overall, I have four or five important clients with an additional extra now and then. Not too many of them. I make enough with what I have to pay the bills and enjoy life and still like sex. Another drawback of this business is that some woman begin to hate sex and men because that is all we see from them and sometimes that brings out the worse in them and within one’s self. It can bring down a girl’s self esteem and I’m lucky to say that I have yet to experience that. When and if it happens, I’ll know that it will be the time to quit. But for now I’m just going to enjoy and share. I’m going to share with you some of the current clients in my life. You’ve just met Tommy, now it’s time for you to meet the most valued of my clients, simply because he is the richest. His name is John. John… John is a white older male in his early fifties, with a wife, three kids, four grandchildren and three multimillion houses around the United States. To be honest, with what John pays me I don’t need anyone else, but a girl can never put all her stock in one investment, it wouldn’t be wise. John is a CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I wont tell which, to protect the innocent. Not that he’s in any way innocent, but even ladies of Sin have guidelines too. I meet with John on Sundays. Right after his weekly golf game. This Sunday I have something special for John, a new adventure for us to share. In the “real world,” John is the man you go to for his decision making abilities. He controls everything in his life, from work to family. However, playing the role of man-always-in-charge doesn’t come without consequences, a side effect for which he comes to me to counteract. You see, with me John can surrender all his control. He comes to me to be manipulated and used like he uses the hundred or so people within his professional and personal life to get what he wants. He becomes my sex slave, my bitch and he better obey or I will spank his ass so hard he’ll beg for my forgiveness. This week we are going to take part in the ultimate dominate-submission role-play there is. Today I’m going be lil’ Johnny’s momma. And if he doesn’t be a good little boy and obeys orders, he’s going to have to be punished. I was waiting for him as he walked through the door. There he stood with his plaid golf hat and matching shirt with kaki pants. As soon as he set eyes on me his jaw dropped, as did his golf clubs, cluttering to the floor. Time to play. Kink She was tall, a little less than 6 feet. She had long dark hair that curled wildly down her back and around her face. Her bushy eyebrows gave her eyes an intense look. She had the longest eyelashes I ever saw and highly sculpted cheekbones. Her mouth was sensual and curvy, full and very suckable. She was a beautiful looking woman and would have made an extremely striking man. Her dark skin and wavy hair lead me believe she was Hispanic mixed with black. I couldn’t help but getting lost in her chocolate brown eyes as I lit her a new cigarette. “Thanks.” “No problem.” The silence reemerged as I attempted to finish off my beer, trying to avoid looking at her. She on the other hand made no such attempt. The whole time she smoked her cigarette and slipped her beer, she stared at me with those dark eyes. She didn’t say anything but I felt her eyes travel down my body. There was no doubt in my mind she was mind fucking me. Perhaps imaging lifting me up on the bar, ripping off my pants and fucking me hard to the cheers of the crowd, as a puddle of beer slid around my ass. “What should I call you?” “I wasn’t aware we were on name knowing terms.” Exhaling deeply, the smoke blocked her from my view momentarily. “We aren’t, but you can change that if you want to.” “Shabrie.” “I wasn’t expecting that.” “Most don’t…do you like it?” “It doesn’t really matter, does it? My name is Michelle.” She was not hiding the fact that she was attracted to me; that she wanted to fuck me. She didn’t say the words but she didn’t have to. I could smell the lust on her. I could hear it in her steady breathing; I could see it in the tenseness of her body and the hardness of her nipples through her top. Hardness she made sure to point out just in case I missed it by periodically reaching up to stroke the sides of her breasts. “I like you, Shabrie.” she said as she looked into my eyes. “So I see.” Never the type to really play games, unless paid to, I asked her, “What do you want?” Swirling in her chair until she faced the bar, once again, she put out her cigarette, took a swig of her beer and paid our bills. Standing up she bent over me and whispered in my ear to follow her out back in five minutes. Exactly five minutes later I exited out the rear of the bar into the warm night. The alley was quiet and deserted. The door closed behind me with a great slam, jumping from surprise I turned around and saw her behind me, waiting. Opening the door had blocked her from my view, but now I could see her- all of her. She was more beautiful than I thought. Taking a final drag of the cigarette I threw it aside as she reached for my blazer, forcing it apart. Buttons popped and scattered on the ground, like ice pelts during a hailstorm. My nipples immediately harden at the unexpected assault. Each hand took a breast and softly massaged my golden round globes, stroking and pinching me as they moved along. Moaning, I tilted my head back as her lips kissed my throat, working her way down my body. Moist heat flowed over my body like a warm river melting me from the inside. This is the feeling I love, this is the feeling that leads me to be what I am, a woman of pleasure for your pay. Downward she licked and tasted, with her soft hands leading the way, down the side of my belly to my navel where her tongue dwelled in delightful bliss. Feminine hands moved up the small of my back, leaving tingling sensations all over my body. Kissing and licking her way across my skin she unfastened the button to my pants, gliding them passed my hips. The edge caught on the buckle resting over my waist. She tugged harder, reveling her very special treat. Are you ready? The buckle contained a black dildo attached to the end that clashed drastically with my skin. It was coated with a dark shell of liquid Carmel that harden the moment it made contact with the air. I didn’t feel the tongue move around the protruding tip of the fake the penis, but I saw it. The pink wet little organ slowly swirled around my swollen cock. Inch by inch I moved my dick deeper and deeper passed her lips, into her mouth. I forced my hips to thrust forward as her nails dug into my ass, leaving little moon shaped indentations within my skin. The sight was erotic and intense. With each stroke of her tongue it was almost as if she was sucking me, as if my clit grew and extended and became the hard plastic device I saw in front of me. “Yes, suck me, suck me.” She tugged harder, her cheeks sunk in as she deepened the pressure on me. The soft, squeaking, moist sounds of her mouth on my dick sung in my ears. Her hands gripped the based of my cock and she stroked it long and slow, as if she could make it grow, as if it could be harder than it was. My pussy dripped. Moisture traveled down my thighs, thick and clotted. “Suck me,” I urged. “Suck my dick, you sweet bitch.” I rocked my hips forward as she took me in deep, deeper than I’ve seen any woman do, perhaps even deeper than me. Her head twisted from side to side, her nose bumped against the smooth skin below my belly button. Her lips met my skin as they spread wide to engulf the wholeness of the cock deep in her mouth and down into her throat. Black silk slid through my fingers as she moved to the beat of the sweet rhythm of our sex. Slowly her lips glided back down from where she came. No longer was my dick covered with creamy goodness. She ate it all, leaving the plastic, shiny, wet and blacker than before. Inch by inch the dark pole eased out from between her lips, right to the very edge. I expected oozing wetness at any moment, but the only wetness I saw was the thin trail of salvia connecting my dick to her ruby red lips. She looked up and I glazed into her chocolate brown eyes as the haze of lust poured between us. She was one of the most beautiful creatures I ever laid my eyes on. Her hair was wild and tousled, her lips were swollen and bruised and her cheeks where crimson red from the heat. “Go on.” I said, softly. She twisted her head and licked the underside of my black cock, down to the base and brought her lips passed the sculpted ridges into the moist soft center of my pussy lips. While I couldn’t feel her tongue lashing against my harden cock, I did feel every tug and thrust of her lips, her tongue, her jaw because as it was a double-head cock. It was extended for her feasting pleasure on one end but it was also extended and buried within me on my end. Each suck, each swallow was felt. Even her simplest of movements pushed the base of the cock into my clit and deep within the walls of my pussy. Only the part of the cock in me was much smaller than her version. The relentless mouth covered the gapping hole of my pussy lips and she drunk the flow my juices. Tasting me, feeding on me, eating my pussy like it was candy. I could no longer hold my dominating stance and sank to my knees. She followed me down until she was on her hands, sucking and pulling on my pussy lips and my hard thick cock. Thrusting backwards, my back formed an arched that nearly broke me as I felt the building waves of lust and climax. The jerking started in my legs and moved up through my body like I was being electrocuted. Sweat ran down my body, between my breasts and the valley of my thighs. I swore even as l laid there, the sweat turned into steam. Vaguely, I was aware she was still between my thighs, sucking on me as best as she was able. I could hear the desperation of her cries. I’ve been bad. I’ve neglected my girl. I placed my own pleasure first. Pushing myself up onto my knees. Taking her face into my hands I brought her up for her first kiss of the night. Her face was smeared with the dark red lipstick. I didn’t mind as I pulled her lower lip into the crevice of my mouth. Our mouths bended and welded together in a torrent fight for supremacy. I won. As deep as I could I inserted my tongue deep within her mouth, owning her, controlling her, face fucking her with my tongue. Coming up for air. I looked down onto her face. I rearranged her body around mine. Lifting the hem of her skirt, I spread her thighs wide and gazed upon her honey richness and pushed her legs up to her chest until her knees met her shoulders. Sinking into her I pressed the tip of my falsified cock to the opening of her lower lips. Within a second I was buried deeply within her tight sweet pussy. This time it was her back that arched in ecstasy as I pushed harder and true. Reaching under her shirt I found her small nipples, tightly budded. Her breasts, unlike my C cup, were small and plumb. Pushing the fabric to her neck I bared the small ripen fruit to my glaze. Bending low as I rocked my hips, pushing deeper into her moistness I took a sweet tip into my mouth. Her nipple was juicy. I lightly grazed it with my teeth and sucked her tasty A cup tit. Thrust and suck, suck and thrust- we were locked in this armored dance. The harder my thrust was into her, the harder the back end of my cock rocked into me. It was a prefect interaction. Each time I moved to fuck her it was as if I was fucking myself. There she was with her thighs spread for me, her knees over my shoulders, my ass up in the air moving at a steady rhythm as I fucked her with my cock and sucked on her hard-nipple breast, in the middle of the night, in a back alley, within the heart of the city. Her fingers intertwined themselves into my hair, releasing me from my bun. My hair cascaded over us like a velvet curtain hiding us from the world as I sucked and sucked and sucked. I had to have more of her mouth. Upward I moved, licking, pumping, sucking, pushing, kissing, and thrusting. Our tongues interlocked like two mating pythons as I fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her. Our juices intermingled and spilled onto the dirty city streets. She became even more desperate as I varied my movements into her body. Her favorite move was when I would thrust upward so the top of my pussy pushed into her golden button, she loved that. She opened up more when I did that, she cried out when I did that, her nails made me bleed when I did that. Fucking her was such sweet sorrow. I could fuck her all night, my sweet bitch with the sweet cunt. Then I saw it happen. I saw her tense up, I saw her breath catch as if she forgot how breathe. I felt her thighs crushing into my sides, bruising my ribs. I felt her cry, I felt her cum. Her quick contractions sending her over the edge, her scream was deafening and my fucking of her slowed. Labored and tired I pulled my fake cock from her moist cunt and unhooked it. Rolling onto my back I spread my legs, flipped it over and began fucking myself with it, as well. Our juices mingled as I finished what we started. I lost all sense of time as I soared over the evening clouds. When I came through, I looked over and saw that she fell asleep on the cool concrete ground. I looked at her. She was beautiful, but so are many women. I felt the cold icy streets biting into my ass for the first time. Bending toward her I kissed her deeply, despite her unconscious state her lips cling to me, moist and heated. Reaching into my jacket pocket I located my cell and called Malik, my chauffer and aid. Two minutes later he pulled the car into the alley, and helped me to my feet. I located her car keys in her discarded pants and tossed them to him. “Take her home and take a taxi back. Her BMW should be parked in front of the bar somewhere.” I moved into the back seat of my car, poured myself a glass of wine and pulled out my palm polite and began calculating the expenses of the night. He picked up the disregard pieces of clothing we left behind, as well as the strap-on. Not a bad take for a few hours of fun. This should carry me over for a while. I printed out the invoice and handed to Malik. Finishing up my drink I watched as he lifted her into his strong arms and tossed her over his shoulder. Popping the trunk he found a blanket to cover her nakedness and I watched them turn the corner, disappearing. Five minutes later he called me and said he had her safely in the car and was heading out to her apartment. Moving to the front, I Started my car, I went home. The Beginning…. I slowly began to remove the plates of food left on the dinning room table. Dinner with Malik was always nice. He was the only man in my life I didn’t fuck and who I paid rather than the other way around. When all was clean I went into the living room, lit me a cigarette and reminisced. Malik bought out a bottle of wine from the back and poured us each a glass. “What are you thinking?” he asked. “Just thinking back to the night that decided I was to become what I am.” "Really? Do tell. That sounds like an interesting story.” I laughed, “It actually was not as dramatic as you would think… I met him at a party. Some fancy antsy party my girl Sarah invited me to during college. Some guy named Mark Harrison, who was richer than god, hosted the party. Sarah was a stripper at the local club, Strokers. She was using it as means, like some girls, to pay for college. Times here were hard. So hard I too was thinking about doing the same. I wasn’t even able to come up with the money to pay my half of this month’s rent, which was due tomorrow. She apparently met this Harrison when he brought some out-of-town businessmen through the club for a “good time.” I agreed to go to this thing with Sarah, to forget that by tomorrow I was going to be homeless. That my shit was going to be out on the side of the curve for all my neighbors to pick through. I was sitting at the bar nursing my third glass of wine when he approached me. He was reasonably handsome, a fifty-something white male with salt and pepper hair. He ordered a scotch on the rocks from the open bar and took a seat next to me. Not bothering with a hello, he simply asked, ‘Are you a friend of Harrison?’ ‘No.’ I reached into my pocketbook for a cigarette and my lighter and just like you’ve seen them do in a bad movie, where the girl finds herself in a situation she doesn’t want to be in, he came out of nowhere with a lighter and lit the end for me. ‘You look sad, you want to tell me about it.’ ‘Nope.’ He chuckled. ‘You aren’t easy are you?’ ‘No, I’m not.’ ‘That’s interesting because there is something about you that would have made me think that you were very easy.’ It was then I took it upon myself to leave his presence, but he put his hand over mine and apologized. ‘I didn’t mean to insult you. Despite how insulting it was, I just meant…. Do you not realize the effect you have on men?’ I gave him that ‘whatever!’ look that I’ve mastered. ‘No, I am serious. Look at the bartender. Between serving drinks he has been glancing down your dress every chance he gets. The gentlemen behind you are deliberately being loud in hopes of having you look their way. In fact why don’t you do that and see what happens?’ I looked over my shoulder and found that the two gentlemen were not secretly waiting for my attention. They were too busy laughing at a private joke they were sharing. Just when I was about to look away buddy number 2 saw me and immediately nudged his friend, claiming, ‘look man she’s looking.’ Buddy 1 turned, saw me and hastily lifted his drink and smiled his best Joey from friends smile. You know the one, the ‘how you doin’?’ smile. ‘Across the room is another young man who is festinated with your legs. On the dance floor a gentleman is dancing with his girl and even though he has her in his arms as if he would never let her go, he can’t help but keep his eyes off you.’ I followed his direction and in every case I found he was correct. ‘That’s just to mention the obvious ones, not the ones who are trying not to be obvious.’ ‘What do you want? Why are you here doing this?’ Taking his hands out of his pockets he leaned in closer to me so our eyes where at the same level and in a soft voice he said, ‘because I believe you have potential to be much more than you think. If you allow me I can help you help yourself in a way that would make all your financial disadvantages disappear.’ ‘And how do you know what my financial situation is?’ ‘You have a very talkative roommate. At least she is when she gets drunk.’ He nodded his head in the opposite direction of me. Turning I saw Sarah in the arms of a very attractive older man laughing and hanging all over him. She was clearly having a good time. I wasn’t concern about her behavior. Even drunk she was very good at taking care of herself in tough situations. Too bad her lips were loose. He reached out and his hands touched me. Soft, hard, masculine hands turned my jaw around gently in his direction. I looked into his eyes and that is when I felt it. The arousal. It was a sharp and unexpected sensation that started in my pussy and shot up through my body, toward my breasts, hardening my nipples. ‘Let me touch you. That’s all I want, a touch and a taste. I promise you’ll enjoy it.’ I opened my mouth but I didn’t know what to say. No was the instinctive reaction but yes was the unreasonably wanted one. ‘I promise you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. In fact you don’t have to touch me at all. Just let me touch you. If you chose to return the favor, all the better.’ He smiled as his thumb glided across my lips, back and forth. ‘Well?’ Shyly my tongue darted out and touched the tip of his thumb. Licking around it, I pulled it into my mouth and began to softly suck. He watched me do this for a few seconds before he pulled himself free. He ordered, ‘Follow me.’ He led me to a spot somewhere in the back of the house. It was a very big house; we turn down several hallways before we found ourselves in a large bedroom. If I had known better I would say it was the master bedroom from the king size bed and fireplace, but I couldn’t see him being that bold by taking me to the master bedroom of someone else’s home. I thought, he must be a real good friend of the owner, who I had yet to meet. I got lost in the flicking light of the fireplace fire, watching the light and shadows play arcos the surrounding walls. I was staring into the flames when I felt him touch me. He was behind me. His hand cradled the small of my back, and slowly moved along my side, touching my elbow and moving across my stomach as he came to stand in front of me, temporarily blocking the fire from my eyes. Then he fell to his knees before me and I continued watching the heated dance. Golden fingers lashed out bright and wild as warm sparks traveled through me. Slowly nimble caresses licked my ankles, up the gentle slope of my calves, temporarily resting at my knees. Warmth fingers stroked the back of my knees as effectively as the lighting fast flames stroked the surrounding air. The fabric of my hemline rose up my thighs as if falling in reverse, pulled by a force and a determination stronger than gravity- his hands. Up rose the cotton veil that hid me away. Up rose the passion as the moisture traveled down in an incredible rate of speed. He found the elastic of my panties (once upon a time when I still wore them) and down they traveled across my skin, no longer softly biting into me. Silk upon silk they fell. He touched me over every inch of my skin, resting on the taut cheeks of my ass. Hot was the feel of his breath, hotter than the very flames that licked my skin with passion and heat. Hotter than the hottest, biggest flame leaping out from is marvel prison embedded within the opposite wall. I never knew fire could be so wet. I never knew flame could be so gentle. I never knew that spreading my thighs could be such an act worthy of worship. I never knew hands so strong could be so gentle. I never knew an act as old as time could never get old. I never knew that with my surrender I would have so much power. I never knew that my weakness was his downfall. I never knew. Kink My strength grew with each tremble, each moan and each suck of his mouth. He loved my pussy, he gave me a gift and I provided him with a treasure. My pussy. His tongue. My juice. His hunger. I flowed and he ate. He ate and I came. I melted and he hardened. He laid between my thighs and I felt superior looking down on him. And as he looked up into my eyes, as he moved his tongue within me, I became his slave. I never knew true control could only exist in surrender. Shaking I slid down. My stance crumbled and I slid down onto the floor. Now we both were on our knees. I watched his head find my breast and sucked on my nipple through the fabric as his hands continued stroking my hips. Kissing his way from my breast to my neck, to my cheek to my lips, he asked, ‘Let me fuck you.’ Closing my eyes, I no longer looked at the flames. I surrendered again. Throwing my head back and arching my body for his will I offered myself to him in silent submission. I spread my thighs and waited as he looked down on me. My hair flowed down my back in a river of silk. My throat was exposed and vulnerable. My breasts harden and full, overflowed from the fabric. My belly was firm with anticipation. My thighs were taut with tension as they held me up. My arms were as strong as columns as they kept me steady. My dress wrapped around my waist revealed gleaming thighs. My thighs were wet and slick from our wetness. My brush was not thick but like a light blanket protecting that which is most lusted after. I waited as he knelt there, breathing hard and heavy. His suit still perfect. His hands moved, lifting me by my hips, spreading my thighs as I braced myself up, opening for his service. I didn’t want o see what he looked like. I just waited to feel him in me, pleasuring me, doing what he begged me permission to do. Thighs and calves wrapped around solid hips. Hips rose and pushed against hard flesh that sunk into the deepest crevices of my body. I heard and felt his moment of shock and surprise at the contact. I felt the urgency in his movement, in his lust. In and out. Out and in. Deep and hard. Gentle and slow. He fucked my body. He fucked my body and I laid there and let him. I let him thrust and push. I let him suck me and bite me. I let him push and pull me and lose himself in me. I let him fuck me, hard and strong as he neared his end. I let him express his gratefulness and pleasure with each groan and thrust. I let him and I let him and then I came on his dick. I came on his hard pole that fucked me, that was in my pussy and that was fucking me, fucking me, and fucking me. Slap. Slap. Slap. Moisture became my enemy as it increased the force of his hips slamming against me over and over. He fucked me. As I became wetter and wetter the juice pooled from my body onto the floor. Wet and wetter, hot sweat poured and rolled over my flesh. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ I panted as I felt the wave roll through me. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ I screamed as it began to hurt so good, again and again and some more and some more. And I felt him lose it. Lose it, lose it, and give it to me in a moment of strength that left him incredibly weak. Sinking down I relaxed my body and laid on the floor like a limp blanket that no longer served a purpose. I turned my head and watched the fire, and I listen to him recover. He touched me. He touched my thighs. His hands slid across my skin. He parted my thighs once more and again I felt something at my entrance. It was something much smaller and not nearly as hard as his dick. It was something I never felt before. I turned to him to see what it was but as I veered around he moved up me and we shared that first kiss. Softly he licked my lips and he lifted my thighs over his hip and inserted this foreign thing deeper inside of me. It slid in easily with no resistance as he kissed me. I watched him, as he kissed me, no longer through unseeing eyes. Once it was fully inside he ended his kiss and looked down at me. He smiled. His hand slipped into his jacket breast pocket and he pulled out a business card and slipped it into my dress, near my breast. ‘I told you you had potential. If you want more, call me.’ He rose up and off me. I followed suit, but he stopped me. ‘Stay, rest and you can join the party later. If you need something, a drink or something to eat then pickup the phone and Loita, the maid will answer and give you whatever you want.’ ‘But what if the owner comes back?’ He laughed. ‘My dear, I am the owner. I was teasing you earlier. I am Harrison.’ And he left me. The moment the door closed I adjusted my clothing and fixed whatever makeup was left on my face, using the mirror. Almost in a near panic I located Sarah, begging for us to leave. She reluctantly left her new friend, but not without giving him her number. Collecting our things we left without incident. And with each passing moment I was aware that there was something still deep inside of me, placed there by Harrison. It felt like a control device left within me, a brand of sorts, like a collar masters give to their sexual slaves, marking territory. I wasn’t sure if I liked it. Once at home, I ignored Sarah’s constant bickering about how unfair it was that we left so soon. Escaping her harshness I ran to my room and landed on my bed. Hesitant, I spread my legs and reached inside of myself. Gripping the edge of the object, I slowly pulled it out of me. It wasn’t a collar. It was something much better. It was a roll of 100-dollar bills, 10 bills to be exact. A 45-minute encounter gained me a thousand dollars. Needless to say from that point on, my whole life changed. I still got my degree, but in the end, I stayed in the profession I’m in. I found much it more rewarding, financially and sexually. Besides, I liked being my own boss. That was six years ago. It was Harrison who introduced me to John.” Malik sat there with a hard-on bigger than the Atlantic. “And you don’t think that story was dramatic?” I smiled and softly chuckled. “You know working for you can be hard sometimes.” Another chuckle. Crushing the end of my cigarette, I reached for my wine and drank. “Boss lady, you think if I gave up a week’s pay I can afford you.” Smiling I replied, “Sorry sweetie, it’s going to take more than a week. But who knows. I may surprise you. I still haven’t figured what to get you for your birthday.” He groaned and I just laughed as I sipped on my wine. Sebastian… Finally, the week ended with Sebastian. He completes me. He calms me. He’s the one I’m almost in love with. He’s the one that makes love to me. He started out as a client, but then I simply stop charging him because I enjoy his company. He knows what I do and because of it we could never be more. I could quit but we both know it will not work. I’m not ready to quit. I love my job. I know he dates and that is fine. We simply enjoy what we have. I met him when he was 17 years old. I was 20 and had been a prostitute for about a year. I met him at a book signing for the latest Ann Rice tale. We were waiting in line for our turn. It was a very long line. A conversation started regarding her literature. He was young, he was sweet, he was funny and he was shy. I liked him. We became friends. He didn’t find out about what I did until months later, by that time we became such good friends he didn’t care. I began giving him advice on women, dating and relationships. I taught him all I knew about gaining a woman’s attention and then finally he asked me if I would make his education complete. By that time he was 18 so I didn’t feel too bad. After about a year there wasn’t a woman on this earth that he couldn’t drive crazy. After about two years even I wasn’t an exception. He touched me in a place no man ever touched, my heart. “Did you like the play?” “It was sweet and touching.” We were in front of Atlanta’s Centennial Olympic Park water fountain display. It was warm out and not that many people were about except other couples enjoying the night and the company. We talked. We flirted. We laughed. We were happy. That night we went to my place. The lights were low. He sat on the couch where he waited and watched. I kicked off the leather high heels. I lifted my leg onto the coffee table. Then lifting my skirt I undid the fasteners of my garter belt. The silk stockings slid down my thigh, my calf, my ankle and my feet. Switching legs I repeated the process. There were no panties. They weren’t needed. I took off my top. It was black. Beneath was my bra. It too was black. It was an open cup bra from Frederick’s, which meant the upper part of my breasts and my nipples were exposed with the bottom gently holding my soft globes up. He likes my breasts. He likes my nipples. He likes to watch them move as I move. I was moving now. Walking toward him, I climbed the loveseat that he sat on. This was a time when all those yoga and body sculpting classes came in handy because as I lifted my legs to each side of his head, my knees rested on the back of the couch while my feet buried themselves in the cushion seat. Maintaining this position after a few minutes can be difficult. My opened thighs were displayed directly in front of his mouth. I lifted the skirt as he brought that mouth closer. His cheeks brushed my inner skin and he kissed me. He didn’t touch me with any other part of him but his lips. His arms remained bent back as they grip the back of the sofa chair. He kissed me repeatedly with soft moist closed mouthed kisses. The soft suction was so sweet. Then I felt his tongue and that soft gentle licking. His slow licking of my pussy lips was sensual. The light pressure made me want more. I wanted him to kiss me deeply; to love my pussy; to kiss my pussy; to suck my pussy. But he was gentle. He was gentle for a long time and I just wanted more. I wanted it so much. But I wouldn’t ask because I loved the wanting. I loved the ache. I loved having the feeling build. I loved the tension that grew in my body. I loved the anticipation of him doing more to me; more to my pussy; sucking my pussy; eating my pussy. I knew when the change was coming. He moved. His hands slid up the outer curves of my thighs, down and around until he cupped my ass and pulled me closer. Slowly his licking became more intense, bolder, stronger and more forceful. I could feel and hear as his breathing become deeper and more forceful. His hand stroked and squeezed my ass with more force and I groaned. He groaned as I groaned and the vibration of the sound traveled into my pussy. And I felt it. I felt the juice pour out me in one big gush as my pussy tightened with desire. He just drank me up. His whole head moved with his feasting on my pussy. His mouth was part of it, his tongue was part of it, and his lips were part of it. Up and down, around and around, side to side. I loved side to side because his upper lip moved forcefully across my clit from left to right and the sensation spread upward into my body, deeper into my body and it wasn’t just centered in my pussy. My hands grabbed the back of his head holding on to his hair as he sucked me. He sucked my clit. He took my clit into his mouth and he suck it, like I would suck him, like I would suck his ear... his tongue… his fingers… his nipples… his dick. Finally he stopped teasing me. He stopped all together. Instead his hands moved up to my hips and bought me down from his mouth to his lap where I flooded his pants with wetness. There I sat with my thighs opened and to the side. The outer sides of my breasts rested against my inner thighs as I sat exposed. He smiled. Releasing a hip he slipped his hand down and inserted two… three… four fingers in my pussy. I cried it felt so good; so good to be filled; so good to have something to squeeze. He rested his thumb over my clit rather than directly on it and slowly sawed his hand back and forth inside me. Sweet music. Just when I thought I was happiest, he moved over my body, blanketing me with more kisses until finally he took a nipple into his mouth. “Hold them for me,” he ordered and I cupped them, lifting them up higher for his feasting. I so love this man. With him hand fucking me and sucking on my breasts I couldn’t help but feel I was in heaven. He knew how I like it- liked to have my breasts sucked. He knew I liked it when he used a lot of tongue and I liked it when he used his teeth across my tips. I liked it when he bit me oh so gently and sometimes oh so not gently. I loved how he turned my brown chocolate peaks to candy red mountains, so flushed and sensitive that all he had to do was lightly blow on them and I could cum. Simultaneously he pushed his hands harder inside my pussy. He milked my cunt and the tip of my breast in synchronized union. He made me groan and scream as if I were being tortured and I was, tortured with pleasure and delight. Closer and closer I came toward bursting and each time he would stop and kiss me, letting me calm down, making a connection with me between each onslaught of pleasure. It was doing his kisses that he pulled his hand free from my grapping hole. It was during the soft massage of his tongue against mine that I heard the downward pull of a zipper and tearing of a condom wrapper. It was during that kiss that he lifted me up and slowly lowered me onto his hard awaiting cock. It was doing that kiss that I took control and began riding him; pumping him, thrusting him deeper and deeper into the hole of his choice- my ass. It was during the downward stroke that I rhythmically squeezed softly, creating that special vibe he loved so much. Now it was his turn to groan and throw his head back in pleasure. Watching him only made me hotter. My pussy was burning with pain and want. It hurt so good. If I didn’t cum soon I was convince I would pass out. Harder and harder I rode him, all but jamming his cock into my ass. Leaning over I began sucking on his neck and stroking the hard muscles of his chest while occasionally playing with his nipples. His left nipple was pierced. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it along with the attached ring. It was during the suck that he took control again. He held my ass again and pumped inside me repetitively, harder and faster with each second. “Fuck me, baby!” I screamed. Kiss. “Fuck me.” Suck. “I so miss you.” Bite. “My ass misses you.” Moan. “Fuck my ass.” Lick. “Fuck my ass.” Another bite. “Please?” A harder bite. “Harder.” A deep thrust. “Harder.” Skin smacked on skin. “Fuck my ass.” Nails pierced flesh. “Oh you sweet big, dick, bitch.” Faster. “Fuck me.” Harder. “Fuck me.” Deeper. “Oh yes.” Spurt. He came… …and he came and then he came some more and watching him sent me over the edge. I couldn’t hold out anymore. I came with him. Even as he finished I was still cumming, still crying, still forgetting how to breathe. I was still basking in the afterglow when he gently laid me onto the sofa. I was humming with happiness as he curled up over me, anchoring my body with his. Reaching up to sweep my hair from my face I turned toward his ear and asked: blowjob? “Not just yet,” he said. So we rested, breathing and absorbing the moment. I felt at peace. I felt happy. I felt him grow harder, slowly but surely, and I smiled. He rose off of me and we switch positions. Standing up he moved me forward, away from the sofa and got on his knees. He turned me around and I felt his breath on my ass. His hands gently spread my thighs. My pussy lips opened like a rose, red, moist and ready. He ordered me to bend over. My hair fell forward until it swept the carpet. I used the tips of my fingers to keep me steady and as close to my own body as possible. There I stood bent over in an almost perfect V, almost as perfect as the V of my spread legs. Directly in front of his face was my wet cookie and right in front of mine was his hard cock. To make things a little easier he slid his hips a bit more forward. As he lifted his self I opened my mouth and his flesh slid between my lips. A few second later, I felt the soft lashings of his tongue against my moist center. It was a unique take on the sixty-nine position. One that placed more strain on me than him, but it was a position I was trained for so I didn’t mind. Before I took him in I made sure my mouth was nice and wet. My tongue circled the outer contours of my mouth. He was thick all around and I needed to make sure I didn’t get little cuts in my lips from the stretching. He moved his hips and slowly began fucking my face. To be honest in this position he was more in control than I was. There was only so far I could go between my own legs and if I went to far back I would lose him, so much of the moment relied on him. He loved this position. This way he could fuck my mouth and feel like I was completely opened for him. My mouth was open, receiving him every second of every fuck. My pussy was open, moist and hot. He loved looking at it. There it was right within his reaching, waiting for it to be pleased by him, he like smelling my scent and having it intensify as I got more and more turned on by this dick fucking my face. He loved watching the contractions as they pushed my juices from my body. He loved watching them slowly bubble from my deep brown hole. He loved rubbing his face in my snatch and coating it in my juices as he sucked me slowly, eating me, drinking me, face fucking me. He sucked me; my pussy; my clit; he sucked me; he ate me; he fucked me with his tongue and would not let me come. He would stop at the most intense moment. I don’t know what was his key, his clue to when I was about to go over. Maybe it was my breathing, maybe it was the sounds coming out of my mouth or maybe it was the way my body moved. I don’t know, but he knew. It couldn’t be sexier. I loved when my thighs are spread so wide they felt as if they would break from the position. I loved having my pussy on display, so opened that you can see my gapping hole and I loved as he filled me in that moment. Deeper and deeper he moved within my mouth until the juice of his body and my spit formed outside my mouth, making my face just as wet as his hips as they smacked against my cheeks. With each thrust the noise was louder than the last and stickier from the collusion of wet flesh on wet flesh. An occasional moan escaped my mouth. Sometimes the moan was of pleasure as his mouth worked its magic, sometimes it was in pain as he rammed himself hard into me without thought, and sometimes it was in surprise when his movements were faster than I could take, on both ends. He loved my responses regardless of the reason and he too repeated them moan for moan. His hand reached up and cupped my ass cheeks so he could watch as he spread me wider. He stroked and squeezed them as he ate from my honey-potted pussy, feeling the soft suppleness of my cheeks. He loved the feel as he ate and ate and ate and ate until it was too much and he came in my mouth with a deep exhale and moan. He fell back, away from my body and mouth, onto the couch because he was unable to stand on his knees any longer. The quick jets that were once filling me now struggled to make the leap as the distance between us expanded. He spilled on the carpet instead of in my mouth. Tired, I slowly bent my knees and sank to the floor as well. I was too tired to finish myself off. The next thing I remembered, I was still lying on the floor, but I was no longer curled up in a ball. This time I was on my back and he was in me, on top of me, fucking me while I slept. Yet despite my unconscious state my body responded to him as he moved inside me, at a rapid pace, pounding and pounding my body like a butcher pounds a piece of meat to make it tender. Kink His thrusts were strong and sure as we slowly moved across the carpet with each movement. It was a thoughtless fuck and it instantly became the most intense one of the night. My body was still ready from the last encounter and then to wake up to the experience of a fuck that didn’t involve me was even more arousing. All I was, was a piece of ass for his use, his bitch made for him. Harder and harder he fucked me, his dick ramming against the back of my pussy. The pain was exhilarating and I came in a screaming crash that left me horse and weaker than ever before. When I woke up again, I was on the couch and I heard the sound of lovemaking in the background. Curious I looked around to see if young Sebastian invited anyone to the party. He didn’t. In fact he was completely dressed and he was watching a tape, a porn tape, and not just any tape. It was a tape made for a one-time client on request. I was shocked. I was shocked that he had it and more than a little uncertain of his reaction to it. You see, this one-time client wasn’t just anyone; it was Sebastian’s father. I met him during the early years with Sebastian when he came to visit his son. I guess he inquired about our relationship and Sebastian told him. He then approached me requesting a demonstration of my ‘work ethic and qualifications.’ Then he named his request and I named my price and then we made the tape. Sebastian was sitting in the love seat to my left, watching the screen. He didn’t have an expression on his face when he asked, “When was this made?” I told him, explained how it all went down, but I didn’t explain why I agreed to fuck his father, of all people, or why his father wanted to fuck me, a woman his son clearly cared a great deal about. He’s better at hiding his emotions now, but when I first met this boy he wore his heart on his sleeve and it was clear to anyone, at the time, he adored me. I’m not quiet sure if he still feels the same, after all he’s been in varies types of relationships over the years and has learned that sex doesn’t always require love. His idealism is gone along with his innocence. So I don’t think he was surprise when I didn’t go into further detail other than the time and place it happened. A girl like me doesn’t ever apologize or try and justify her actions. I’m paid to have sex with people and I’m paid to keep their secrets. People sometimes tend to talk after a few moments of intimacy. No matter how professional a relationship seems, the sharing of yourself, of your body to a person repetitively tends to lead to a feeling of trust, and even though the encounter with his father was one time, the rules of secrecy still applied to him. “I didn’t realize it at the time this was made, chalk it up to youth, but my father was always jealous of me,” he stated. “I was everything he wasn’t. I was smart. I went to college and it was clear that I was bound to make something of myself. My mother was proud of me. People we knew all our lives were proud of me and respected me in a way I don’t think they did him. On more than one occasion, I’ve seen a look on my father’s face that no son should see when people would bypass him and ask for me. They wanted my opinion regarding matters or requested some sort of service from me. My father isn’t a stupid man, just a victim of his circumstance. I’m the first in his family to ever go to college and I did it on a full academic scholarship.” He said nothing more. He simply glazed at the screen absentmindedly as images of my spread thighs wrapped around his father’s waist rolled by and the noises penetrated the air. Then he said. “I can guess why he did it. I’m sure my infatuation with you was clear to anyone who looked my way. I suspect the idea of him having something I that I so clearly wanted, yet didn’t at the time have the nerve to get, was some sort of personal revenge on his part, for me being a better man. What I don’t understand was how come he didn’t rub you in my face. I mean if it was an act of revenge, what would be the point unless I knew? I found this tape buried under some old tools at his mechanic shop.” Bringing my knees to my chest I wrapped my arms around them and watched him as he refused to meet my eyes. “I suspect I was a little bit of revenge. I also suspected he was attracted to me and want to fuck me and I also would suspect he didn’t tell you or arranged for you to find out because despite all that jealousy, he stills loves you and is proud of you because you are his son. You may have went further in your life than he did, but you were still his son, something he created, a part of him and despite the jealousy, it doesn’t take way from the fact that he loves you and respects you just as much as anyone else.” He nodded, understanding, seeing the truth in my words. He turned to me then and for the first time I saw the extra brightness in his eyes, barely there, but there nonetheless. “And you? Why did you do it?” I signed. “You know what I am Sebastian.” He looked as if he was about to argue, but changed his mind. Instead he asked, “Would you do it again? If he came to you now would you still fuck him for cash?” I didn’t want to answer, because my answer would tell him more than he should know, but I could never lie to him so instead I said nothing. He moved, he got up from the couch and came to me, faster than necessary. I think he was mad. Hard firm hands grabbed the back of my head, intertwining with my hair and he forced my head back making me look at him. It hurt. I was wrong. He wasn’t mad. He was angry. “I asked you a question!” Still I said nothing. Disgusted he walked away from me, nearly pushing me back on the couch. It hurt to hurt him. “Please, don’t go, Sebash. Not like this. You know what I do. You know! And you said accepted that.” He already had his coat on and was reaching from the door when I jumped up and ran to him. It was halfway opened when I slammed against it, closing it with the force of my body. Now I was angry. “You hypocritical son of bitch, after all I’ve done for you, you are going to pass judgment? Should I bring up the shit you’ve done in the last few years? The bitches you’ve fucked and the friends you betrayed? At least I never pretended to be anything other than what I am.” His eyes were hard, as he said,” Everything I’ve done, I’ve learned from you.” “So? What’s your fucking point? Mine is I still am what I am. No surprises. No lies. No games. At least I don’t try and pretend to be anything other than what I am. Tell me something junior? What are you more made at? The fact that I fucked your father, took him as a client or the fact that I so clearly enjoyed myself? What’s the matter? Are you afraid that you finally found something daddy is better at? Quiet frankly if he asked I would been more than happy to give him the arrangement I’ve given you, full access free of charge, only for him my reasons would be a bit different, junior.” I walked away, leaving him facing the door, angrier than ever, but I really didn’t give a fuck. Fuck him. Who the hell does he think he is? “Watch the tape some more junior. I’m sure daddy could teach you a few more skills even I was incapable of teaching you, like how to make a bitch beg. I got a 2 o’clock appointment tomorrow. Go home.” The arm around my waist was so hard I thought it would break me in two. He picked me up and led me to my bedroom. I loved my bedroom. It comes with a balcony that over looks the city. I didn’t bother to yell and I didn’t bother to scream, I knew it would serve no purpose. I just waited to see what he would do next. The son of a bitch threw me in the direction of the bed. I bounced. He didn’t drop onto the bed, he threw me in the direction of the bed, not really caring if I met the target or landed on the floor beside it. He released the latch on the balcony and opened the doors. The cold air traveled into the room and I shivered. Unlike him I was still naked. He turned back toward me and picked me up again, forcing me into the cold night air. He bent me over the rail. My hair fell forward, covering my face as the cold steel droved into my waist. I heard the downward run of a zipper and felt the harden object entered me without resistance. I was still very wet. Harsh cold words where whispered into my ear, harsher and colder than any wind. “You like being on display? You like putting on a show? Well now you get to perform for all of your neighbors and friends who happen to look out their windows.” I was high up, but still within visual range of many of the surrounding apartments. He was right, anyone could see us at anytime. As impossible as it may seem I felt myself became even wetter. He fucked me hard, harder than he has the whole night and in a matter of minutes I exploded all over him. Grabbing my hair again he pulled me back from the railing and pushed me down to my knees, the cold concrete bit into my skin but I barely felt it, if anything it added to the sensations of my body. My position was classic doggie style but he didn’t want me that way. He pushed me down further until I laid face down and full bodied onto the floor. My breasts were squished under me as his body weight compiled onto mine. He entered me again, but this time the fit was tight, this time he didn’t glide in and he had to force himself in. Once he was buried inside he began fucking me like a man processed. All his energy and all his anger were contained in his dick as he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. His hips pounded into my ass at an alarming rate. The force of it all was overwhelming. It was as if he was trying to fuck me through the concrete. It was as if no matter how hard he tried and how long he labored he could never ever fuck me as hard as he would like, as if he could never ever hurt me as much as he liked. But it didn’t hurt. It enflamed. It enflamed my anger and it enflamed my body even more. Unfortunately for him his own determination was his downfall. The tightness of my pussy around his angry ruthless cock made him crash into me in defeat as he lost all his senses within a matter of seconds. Too bad that was just the beginning. Turning over I pushed him off of me and shoved him onto his back. Then I climbed on top. Kissing him softly, I said, “my turn.” Gliding down his body until I was between his legs I spread his thighs up and open until his knees rested on his chest and over my shoulders. Surprised, he looked down me but barely had energy to do more than moan a soft protest. His soft wet cock laid quietly on his stomach. I used my left hand to reach down and soaked my fingers into my own wetness for lubrication. When I did next jerked him out of his trance. I found his opening, the opening of his ass and eased my way in. His protests became louder as his legs began to quiver over me. I pushed them harder into his chest with the weight of my body and I kissed him, sticking my tongue into his mouth as I sunk my fingers deeper into his body. Lord he was tight. He knew what I was doing. He heard about it before but I don’t think he ever had anyone do it to him. I think the possibility scared the shit out of him, but fear is a strong stimulator I learned, and he instantly got hard, faster than I’ve ever seen him get before. “God please don’t…” he moaned, thrusting his head back and forth, his body bucked, trying to get away but it only helped me to sank even deeper until… A hoarse scream pierced his throat and he became straighter than an arrow. His moans became more pronounce as my fingers worked their magic. It was God’s name he was calling as he tried to fight off the most intense feeling of his life, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. I had him just were I wanted and now it was time he realized the rules of the game. If he didn’t obey the rules, he couldn’t play. “Sebastian?” Moan. “Listen very carefully. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you. That wasn’t my intention.” “Oh god.” Hips rose beneath me and I continued to stroke that very special spot. “But I wont apology for anything else. Fucking your daddy wasn’t personal and to answer your question, if he came to me today, I wouldn’t touch him, because I know what it means to you. But there may come a time when I do met up with someone you know. Who knows? It could be your friend, or a girlfriend, or enemy you despise or even Jackson one day.” His body jerked in response to his 16 year-old brother’s name. “Either way, when the moment comes and I need to make a decision, you will not be a deciding factor. Is that understood? I realize there are hundred of others who I could choose other than someone you know but in the end the decision is mine and you won’t say a damn thing about it. Not if you want to continue to have me fucking you and your sweet little ass ever again. Is that clear?” His breathing was out of control and I saw he was lost in the waves of pleasure traveling through his body. The fact that this was the first time someone ever stroked his prostate made the experience even more intense. Though he couldn’t speak I felt his rejection to my words. I felt his no. “Very well,” I said and slowly pulled my fingers from within. “No!” his deny was quick and strong as I felt him tighten his muscles around me. “Please. Okay, okay, just please… don’t… don’t stop.” Pausing I smiled and softly kissed his lips. Sliding down his body I took his hard body into my mouth and sucked I continued my intimate stroking, only faster now and with more determination than before. Up and down, down and up, around and around and around I moved. He came so hard he cried and as I swallowed the last of his salty juices, I felt his resistance and his pride follow closely behind. One of the things I love about Sebastian is his sensitivity. One of the things that annoy me the most is the very same thing. When he left my apartment that night he was quite, but I knew I wouldn’t hear anymore complains from him. He wasn’t ready to let go what we had just yet. When he left I rolled over and went to sleep. I had a very busy evening ahead of me for tomorrow. My next appointment, Harrison (remember him?), was taking me to an exclusive club, one based on orgies, bondage, same sex encounter, fetishes and more, kind of similar to this last week. I was to appear as his slave for the evening, collar with chain and all. It promised to be an interesting night and I needed to preserve my strength. Maybe I’ll tell you how it went sometime, but for now- goodnight.