0 comments/ 89255 views/ 13 favorites Paid Services By: EklectikChik This story was written by myself and a dear friend of mine who would like to remain anonymous. We hope you enjoy it!! No plans for a sequel, but we might be persuaded! *wink and laugh* Feedback is always welcome and often encouraged! Lacey Martin fingered the smooth coated business card between her fingers, flipping it over only to caress it again. What had she been thinking?! This was crazy! She was a well respected business woman, rational, smart, witty and yet she had acted on pure impulse and dialled the number printed on this little white card. With a sigh, she glanced back down at it, her nerves suddenly humming through her veins. His name was Trent and apparently he had a gift that got his name spread around secretly through high society women. Brenda had rolled her eyes and sighed fondly when she had handed the card to her. "He's a god with that mouth of his and those hands. Oh!" She had raved and swooned, her cheeks pink as she fanned herself. "Oh Lacey, try him! I swear he's better than any vibrator on the market!" It had been a while...a long while since Lacey had been with a man and she hadn't entirely missed it, but lately...Lately the idea of a warm body next to hers sounded good, only she knew no men who wanted her just for her. It was always about the money, the business...what THEY could get. They tried their best to charm her, court her, capture her interest...once bitten, twice shy, she told herself. One had caught her. Made her believe in him, then THEM and then he had turned just as all the others. Only he had been clever and cunning...no more of that! She just wanted a moment... a moment to feel like a woman again and maybe this Trent fellow could do it. Glancing at her clock, she noticed that he had approximately ten minutes to show up at her door. She had cash on hand ready, dressed her in a casual business suit, her long hair drawn back in a bun as per usual. She wanted to make it clear to him...no funny business. Just one night, cash up front...now he worried. What did he look like? What was he like? What sort of man would DO this sort of thing? Shaking her head, she sighed, took another sip of her red wine and lounged back while she waited. ... Trent stretched as he checked his reflection in the mirror clad only in his Calvin Klien boxer shorts. His hips swung slightly in time to the music pounding on his stereo. At only twenty-five he already had a taste for the finer things in life and his chosen 'sideline' was lucrative enough to support it. His long slender body was finely toned; the muscles clearly visible and hard and his tanned skin gleamed after his shower. Bobbing along to the music, he dabbed on his Eternity for men as he grinned at his reflection. The emerald green eyes sparkling back at him were filled with both a maturity beyond his years and a hint at the mischievousness of youth. He was in the prime of life and he knew it; he was young, handsome, healthy and the ladies loved it. He had discovered by the age of eighteen that he had a deep love of women. Not just your average male appreciation, but a special understanding of them and what skills were needed to give them exactly what they desired. He had quickly learned how to exploit it to his own benefit. And he loved to do that. Sliding along to the rhythm of the beat, he gradually dressed in time to the music. The white Egyptian cotton shirt felt cool on his skin as he tightened his silk tie. His dark blue Armani suit was expensive, but both he and his clients demanded no less. Buckling on his Rolex, Trent noticed he had more than enough time before the scheduled appointment to make it to her home. Humming the words of the song, he snatched up his golden cuff links and slipped them into his shirt's button holes at his wrist. A final glance in the mirror to check that he looked immaculate made him frown at his dark blond hair. It was quite short but had been left a little flat by the shower. Tutting, he spread his fingers and ran them though it to create a tousled effect. He hated it to look too neat and tidy; slightly unkempt was more natural and suited his free spirit better. Satisfied, he winked, clicked his tongue and used the remote to flick off the stereo. A deep slow breath and he settled himself into business mode. Tonight's client was a new customer and she had sounded a little skittish and hesitant on the phone. He would have to work her properly if she was to become a regular of his. At one minute to his appointment he was stood before her door. He waited until the smooth glide of the second hand on his dial swept around to the correct time. Punctuality was everything with women of this type. Professional, high powered, business women. The sort of woman who had to spend all day in control, while not showing a hint of their femininity. THAT was the main reason he was so successful. With him, they were freed to be the softer woman inside. The payment gave them permission to relax and let him take control. A quick, but firm rap on her door announced his arrival to her. .... The short rap at the door startled her out of thought. Setting her drink down, Lacey slowly stood and wiped nervous hands against the material of her pant suit she had worn that very morning. Another rap and she grasped the doorknob and took a deep breath before swinging it open. There stood her man...correction, her appointment. Her heart tripped and skidded, then kicked into overdrive. Brenda hadn't been lying about his looks. Dear god, he was fine! "Trent?" She asked, amazed that her voice still held firm. He flashed her his best smile and gave a curt nod. "Lacey Martin...a pleasure." His voice reminded her of sinfully dark chocolate cake, smothered in equally rich icing...the kind of dessert she only got once a year on her birthday and claimed was better than sex. She couldn't do this, could she? He looked so young, so...good. "May I come in?" He asked smoothly, slightly amused by her thoughtful pause. They were all nervous to begin with and yet it never ceased to bring a small thrill when they finally smiled and stepped aside, giving him access. She did just that. Fluttered a hand up and then laughed softly. "I'm so sorry, yes, come in." Professional business meeting...treat it as such. She told herself and shut the door behind him. He was big...tall and filled out his suit very well...too well, she thought to herself and hid a smile. Maybe she could go through with it...what was the harm? One time. No strings, no worries? Leading the way to the couch, she gestured for him to sit and took a seat near, but not too near. "Drink?" He shook his blond head and met her gaze with his own cool collected one. "No thank you...at least, not right now." He smiled charmingly and relaxed back in the soft plush couch, sliding his eyes over her frame as she crossed her legs primly and grasped one knee with both hands. Lacey cleared her throat softly and licked her suddenly dry lips. "I..." Pause and breath, "have never done anything like this, so you'll have to forgive me...I'd like to hear a little about what you...do...err...provide?" An awkward flush coloured her soft pale cheeks as she smiled nervously. Good one! She thought, very clever! .... This was the moment of the evenings that Trent disliked, but was a very crucial stage. He needed to know just what the client wanted from him, because they were all so different, and he also needed to know just how much he was going to earn. The money transaction was extremely important. Obviously it fulfilled its purpose for him and enabled him to lead the rich lifestyle he was growing more and more accustomed to, but it was essential for the client too. It let her step outside the bounds of 'society' and what was considered good and proper. It freed her to explore every fantasy she had and not feel guilty about doing so. It pleased him that she blushed when she asked. That was a good sign for him. Often, his regulars had lost the embarrassment of asking and he missed it. He liked it when the client was slightly nervous and unsure; it meant she was out of her usual element and he was in control here. "Well, Miss Peterson..." he fixed her dark brown eyes in place with his own green ones. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights, his intense gaze left her unable to look away. It was all part of the script. He would deliberately start by using the formal address to emphasize the business relationship, and then he would immediately switch back to the familiar to set her at her ease and begin the process of making her relax. "...Lacey. May I call you Lacey?" Although she did give her head a little bob of consent, he didn't wait for it and continued regardless. "Lacey, it is important for your own enjoyment of the evening that we lay the ground rules and you are as specific as possible about your requirements, okay?" She moistened her lips and nodded, still transfixed by the sparkle of his eyes and the mellow, yet deeply rich and confidant tone of his voice. "Now," a devilish, wry smile fluttered across his lips for a moment. "If you want me to stay the whole night it will be one thousand dollars. That will give you full access to my services until ten a.m. tomorrrow morning." He knew from the luxury of her home, and the quality of the suit she was wearing that money was no object to her. It wasn't for any of his clientele. However, they all shared a similar talent for business so they always queried the price. He refrained from showing any satisfaction when she did the same. "One thousand dollars? That is a lot of money. What else do you do... and er... charge?" "Is it really such a high price for quality?" he said, his voice hypnotic as he moved closer to her and laid his long fingers gently over the top of her cupped ones on her knee. "Do you put so little value on your pleasure? For that money, I will take you to the heights that no man has done before. I will show you just how much of a woman you really are. With me, you are guaranteed to feel the full force of your passion; to tremble and go weak; to soar and to explode." He slid closer, his side pressing into hers, his warm breath caressing the skin of her cheek as he still held her gaze. "You want to break it down into specific acts? That is good for me. I need for you to tell me just what you want me to do to you... or allow you to do to me." His angelic smile broadened, showing off his perfect white teeth. .... The nearness of Trent's body was making her mind haze over a little. She blinked at him several times, trying to focus on his words, but her eyes kept falling to his sensual mouth. The whiteness of his teeth, the dimple in one cheek. The man spelled out danger and excitement and it made her body tingle to life, nipples hardening painfully against her padded bra. "Tell you..." Her voice broke slightly and his blond head nodded again. He reached up slowly and touched the side of her face, trailing a finger over the fine bone structure of her cheek to her hair line. "Tell me what you desire..." Her breath hitched as he found her ear and gently caressed it. "I don't have anything specific...I just...I just..." She sighed softly as he gently caressed the sensitive spot behind her delicate ear, "Want to feel alive...out of control." She was already beginning to feel that way. How he was easily manipulating her hormones with gentle, sure touches. He knew what he was doing. Vaguely she wondered if every woman reacted like this and how many women he had done this to. She knew he had been with Brenda...did that make her sick? She pushed the thought away and shivered when his lips made contact with her ear and the tip of his tongue came out to flick her lobe. She jerked and shuddered, pushing him away. "Hey! How am I supposed know what I want if you're touching me?" She protested and watched his slow sweet smile. "You just look so tasty..." He told her, his voice a rich purr of sensual promises. "A thousand it is!" She blurted out and then flushed and grinned. .... He slid her a melting smile. He was pleasantly surprised by how responsive and needy she was; it must have been quite a while since she had been treated as a woman by a confidant man. "I just...want to feel alive...out of control," she had said. It was not uncommon for his clients. All day, every day, they had to be the strong business woman, always sure, always in control. Even when they felt like falling apart they had to hold on and keep things together. Secretly, they longed for a man to make them feel feminine again, to feel desired, to make it okay for them to relinquish control to him and for them to know that he would see the woman beneath the image. She was still sitting nervously as he nuzzled close to, but not on, her throat. The tease of being able to feel this nearness, the anticipation of his lips on her skin and the warmth of his breath made her tremble and fill with need and longing. He knew it would. "Okay then, Lacey, full night it is. I am glad. I was afraid that you might not give me long enough to explore this..." he purposefully dropped his gaze to her breasts and thighs so that she could see him admiring her. "...wonderful body you have. Mmmmmmm. It would be a crying shame to have to rush pleasuring you. I want to be able to take my time, to savour it while I taste every inch of you." As he spoke, his mouth a mere inch from her scarlet cheek, he ran his hand along her thigh, giving it a light, but firm caress. "I am going to do everything. I will take you to heights you only dreamed of. Relax." Her eyes kept flitting to his and then darting away nervously when he caught her gaze. She still sat beside him. 'Damn', he thought. He would have to crack the mood a little because she wasn't used to this type of deal. "I am going to treat you to such delights, Lacey. I promise you will get everything you wish...once we have completed our 'arrangement'." "Huh?" she said, lost in the thrills of his closeness. Then her brain seized control again and she realized what he was waiting for. "Oh, er... the money, yes." She hadn't quite been expecting the high price of this evening, but money was no real issue. Standing, Lacey tried to look cool and collected as she strutted across the living room and grabbed her purse, looking for her check book. She glanced over her shoulder a few times as she wrote out his check. Scribble down her signature to finish it off, she tore the small piece of paper from her wallet and folded it in half before returning to him. He took the check gratefully and slipped it into a jacket pocket and patted it before meeting her gaze. .... He gave her a smouldering look of desire and could see her react to it. She was ripe and ready for him now, but he would let her stew in her juices a little longer first. Build her anticipation, fuel her desires - so he sat down on the couch and smiled at her, "I'll have that drink now." The perplexed look she gave him as he shifted roles made his smile broaden. She had been so certain that he would just sweep her up into his arms and ravish her that she was left flustered by his change of direction. "Oh... ah.. okay," she said, trying to regain a modicum of composure. She walked over to the small tray of decanters and then looked over her shoulder at him. She could see that his eyes were focused lustily on her ass. It made her blush. "What would you like?" "Scotch on the rocks," he said in a silky seductive tone as he let his gaze roam over her breasts and not lift to her eyes. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see the way his obvious appraisal was affecting her; making her uncertain and even uncomfortable. It was all part of his method. Once the business was out of the way, the woman expected the sex to follow, but she usually found that his way was best. Even if she didn't realize that he was leading her. Part of the way these women were was that they were used to giving the orders, to being the one in control and having people do things for them. That was why he wanted to make her fetch him a drink. It had nothing to do with him being thirsty; it was all about control. She was now doing things his way and that was a start. The way it also gave him chance to show her how much he admired her body and how aroused it got him was also a key point. Rarely did the woman realize that each step he took was planned. A little stiltedly, Lacey walked over and handed him the elegant crystal glass that chinked with the amber liquid and the ragged ice. He took it from her and placed it on the table beside his seat, untouched. "Wait," he said abruptly as she turned to sit down. She paused immediately and cast a questioning glance at him. "You are a beautiful woman, Lacey Peterson, and I want to look at you. Turn around." His voice was soft and gentle, yet also commanding; the words spoken as if there was no possibility that she would refuse. Feeling her heart beating rapidly in her chest, she began to turn for him. "Slowly!" he demanded, "Do it slowly." Obeying, she stood before him and turned in a very slow circle, all the time trembling with the awareness that he was studying her intensely. Hungrily. When she completed the turn, she remained quiet while he just looked. She watched him linger his eyes up her trouser covered legs and over her groin, up her belly and over every inch of her breasts. Finally, those handsome green eyes of his roamed over her face. It was an effort to keep her lip from trembling with her nervousness. Suddenly, he stood. It was a fluid motion, cat-like in its grace and ease. His hand cupped her cheek and caressed it as he looked deep into her soul. "You are a very beautiful woman. Very beautiful. This is going to be such a pleasure. You are elegant, attractive and have a great body, but yet you choose to hide it." A stern tone filled his voice as his fingers dropped to the buttons on the front of her trousers and unsnapped the top one, "Not tonight, you don't. During the day, this suit may be necessary, but not now. Tonight you are just Lacey. A woman. A beautiful woman. I want to see the woman that languishes trapped inside the suit. I want to see how feminine you really are." His lips placed feather-like kisses along her cheek until they were over her ear and he whispered, "Show me, Lacey. Show me your true nature. This is your work outfit and you are not at work now, take it off." With that, he sat back in the chair and waited. .... Lacey's hand reached for the top button on her blouse. This was so new to her; it was scary and thrilling at the same time. The hungry, lusty expression on his face as he looked at her was something that made her heart race and flutter. "Wait," he said as her hands began to push the second button through its hole. "Come here." Stepping closer to the handsome young man, she felt a tingle run around her body. He was a few years younger that she was, but somehow it felt like he had a wealth of lifetime experience beyond hers. He was confidant in her presence when so many men were usually not. To them, she was the woman who could alter their career for good or bad on a whim; the woman who it was vitally important for them to please and curry favour with. That often led to them being weasely and smarmy as they tried to suck up to her in blatantly sycophantic ways. Not Trent. He was relaxed and at ease in her presence. She moved to stand between his wide spread thighs as he mused a finger over his lips thoughtfully. Reaching out, he patted the chair arm beside him. "Here. Put it here." "I'm sorry?" She blinked, not knowing what he was talking about. "Your foot. Put it here." Paid Services His emerald eyes were fastened onto hers and brooked no hesitation from her, so she did as she was told. It felt very strange to be stood before him, one foot on the floor and the other raised close to him. She watched nervously as he sat forward. That brought his body beside her inner thigh. He turned slightly and gazed at her smooth skin. After a moment, he reached out slowly, as if he was about to touch a priceless work of art, and lightly traced his fingers over her skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle, but to her it felt like it would leave its path glowing on her flesh. The contact seared its way into her mind, an electric thrill racing from his fingertips straight to her juicing sex. A moistening itch made her squirm slightly and his fingers tightened on her leg, holding it still. "So beautiful," he murmured in such soft tones that even so close she could barely hear him. "So smooth and unblemished. So perfect." Lacey had to swallow hard to try and hold down the moan she felt rising as his fingers traced down her calf to swirl around her ankle. There was no stopping the moan escaping when he leant forward and placed a brief kiss on her inner thigh. "Mmmm, sweet too," he cooed, approvingly. Licking his lips, he stroked her legs quickly from ankle to thigh and sat back. "You may proceed," he nodded. Praying her weak legs would support her, Lacey stepped back two paces and began to sway her hips for him as she lifted her fingers back to the buttons of her blouse. .... She gently swayed to a beat in her head, since she had neglected to put on music, while he smiled in appreciation as she got into it. Her tall, lithe body moved with ease as she started to slowly open the buttons of her blouse...one by one they came undone and revealed soft, smooth skin. His eyes visibly darkened as the last one of them popped open and she grasped the sides of each panel and pause with a slight smile. A small surge of feminine power zinged through her body at the thought of arousing him...her eyes flickered down to his crotch and saw the evident bulge there, relief flooding her. He wasn't just playing around...he did find her attractive. Turning her back to him, she glanced shyly...almost coyly over her shoulder at him and slowly slid the material down, baring shoulders, then back. She was toying with him, thrilling him. He loved when women played along and didn't make him do all the work. Some were cold and aloof...this one was alive. He itched to removed the clips from her hair and let it fall, eager to know what it felt like. She looked smooth and soft, finely toned, but still holding the curves of a woman. He held his breath as the material suddenly puddled to the floor and let out a little moan of appreciation. Her shapely bottom was clad in a silky pair of white panties, the mesh sheer enough to show off the line splitting her cheeks. She turned slightly, teasing him as she turned to clasp the back of her bra, facing him, blushing as she nibbled on her bottom lip. .... Trent shifted his hips a little to try and ease the pressure of his hardening cock. Damn, this woman was attractive! Very attractive. Far more beautiful than the clients he was used to. As his hand grasped and stroked his dick through his trousers, his eyes feasted on her body and his mind yelled in ecstasy. What a fucking great job he had!! Not only did it gain him all the money he needed, it actually meant that he got to fuck women like this. He was living every man's dream. He watched intently, lustily as her fingers parted the catch on her bra and drew it open. For a moment she released it and just let the two straps dangle along her back as she swayed her butt and ran both hands up her temples and then bucked her head from side to side in simulation of the ecstasy of orgasm. He loved that! Lacey was amazed by what she was doing. She had never done anything like this before and yet it seemed to flow out of her. Something long hidden in her nature was being released by the commanding presence of the young man behind her. She moved like a showgirl; like a dancer and yet she had no idea how she did it. Maybe she had seen it in films and somehow absorbed it, but whatever the reason, she was enjoying herself. Enjoying releasing the woman within. "T..." his voice caught on the thickness of lust within it and he had to clear this throat, "Turn around for me, Lacey. Show me that wonderfully sexy body in all its glory." .... Lacey glanced at him with a small smirk playing on her lips, feeling naughty and womanly...she never used her sexuality at work...but this wasn't work anymore. This was all play. Turning around, she let bra fall away to the floor and revealed to him her lush breasts. For a slender woman, they were full and plump, with dark pink nipples already pebbled and hard, begging for his mouth...his hands. He trailed hungry eyes over her smooth, pale skin, over the fine toned lines of her belly to the soft mound between her thighs. He wanted to take those panties off himself. "Come here..." he ordered firmly, raising a hand to her. She came willingly, swaying her hips delicately, her breasts gently moving with each step. Long legs cradled the side of his hips as she bent her knees and straddled his lap, giving a little grind against the stiff front panel of his pants. He growled and dove his fingers through her hair, scattering pins every which way before his mouth sought hers. The realization that they were actually kissing sent him spinning. He rarely ever kissed mouths. It was too intimate, too personal, but he couldn't have helped himself with Lacey. She was too good, too sweet and her little tongue stroked against his with no hesitations. She wanted him just as much... .... His hands roamed quickly all over her back, seeking to feel every inch of her skin under his fingers. As he moulded her shoulders, tangled a hand in her hair and cupped her buttocks, his mouth worked lustily on hers. Together, their tongues swirled like mating snakes, coiling and sliding all over each other. Her mouth was sweet and her breath intoxicating. His forceful kisses drew a small murmur of delight from her as she ground herself on his lap. His cock felt hard against her panties and she was sure he must be anxious to release it from its captivity. She gave a little yelp of surprise when he stood swiftly. A hand cupping her buttocks, the other around her back, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Easily. The underside of one of her arms was pressing against his upper arm and she was surprised to feel a steel hard muscle bunch beneath the expensive fabric of his jacket. Trent's body was hard and firm, the muscles sculpted as good as any bodybuilder's. After all, his body was his product and he was determined to have the best possible thing to offer his clients. "Where's the bedroom?" he whispered, nibbling at her lower lip with his teeth. Lost in the thrill of being carried like a toy doll, Lacey pointed. He grinned and followed her directions. "I'm afraid the first time is going to hard and fast, Lacey. My desire for you it rather... intense. Can you handle it?" "Oh, yes!" she gasped laying kisses as he walked. With his foot, he kicked open the door to her bedroom and strode in before tossing her down onto the bed. .... Lacey bounced onto the bed and giggled, then gasped when Trent came after her. She squealed and laughed, the sounds both dying as soon as he covered her mouth with his again and growled. His urgency was apparent and the tear of her panties sent a shock of pleasure through her body. The sound of his zipper and then the feel of his hot, throbbing cock against her cunt made her shiver, but she didn't slow down. Instead her long legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him down. She gasped into his mouth when he nudged her opening and pushed the head of his dick inside her wet pussy. The sound was muffled against his mouth, their tongues still duelling, only coming up for air as he let out an excited moan when her tight wet channel gripped his cock. "Oh fuck, yeah!" He growled and she whimpered beneath him, digging her heels into his firm bottom. .... "Oh, fuck!" he gasped again, rapidly plunging in and out of her sex. It felt too good. She was tight from un-use and her needful response was thrilling for him. Her beauty was having its effect upon him and he was losing his usual control. While his mouth dragged kisses from her, he thrust harder and harder into her body. At the same time, he grasped both her wrists and held them down against the bed sheets. The luxurious soft bed was bouncing with the growing lust and power of their fucking. "Tell me you want me to fuck you Lacey," he hissed, as his rampant cock reamed her wet sheath. He plunged hard into her slick wanton hole, taking it, using it for his own pleasure. "Tell me!" he commanded. "Yes....yes, I want you to fuck me!" she gasped even as he was already doing so. It was another ploy from him to distance her from the controlled lady business woman. He needed her to take the tiny steps in order for her to fully submit and lose herself to her passion. His hips slammed into her tender pussy lips, rooting his meat deep into her. "Tell me you're my willing cunt hole." She shook her head, unwilling to utter such depravity. He delved down and took a long, hot probing kiss from her that snatched her breath away. "Tell me!" The waves of animal lust she could feel pouring off the young stud were washing away her resistance. The strong hard cock plundering her wet twat was driving away all her reason, all her resistance. .... She bucked beneath him, his powerful body pressing her into the mattress as his hips shifted and slammed against her own. He was hot, hard and just as breathless, but Lacey knew he had some control, if not all of it. She was spiralling into the depths of wild abandon as he kept her hands anchored and sucked in her tongue. "Say it!" He demanded again when she tried to drown out his words...words that fuelled the wetness and throbbing between her thighs. She gasped when his hands shifted course and cupped the sides of her head, forcing her face to look up at his. The soft feel of his shirt rubbed against her sensitive breasts and belly as he continued to plunge and plunder. Her eyes met his, clouded with lust, but still clinging to something...some sort of control or upper hand. "Say it baby..." He growled and jerked his hips, pulling all the way out, then plunging in hard and fast, unrelenting. She cried out and let out a burst of breath, her back arching and pussy muscles gripping him tightly. "I'm your willing cunt hole!" She moaned out desperately. He grinned and switched tactics, gripping her hips as he bent and took a turgid nipple between his lips and sucked it into his hot eager mouth. She jerked, tensed and then suddenly came without warming. Breath hitched, Lacey clung to the bed for dear life. Her fingers curled and grabbed a hold of sheets, her back arched, breasts thrust in his face and heels digging into him as her pussy went into overtime and flexed with delight... .... Trent gritted his teeth and pounded her like she was a piece of meat as her cunt churned and spasmed around him. Her orgasm was like a tidal wave and she howled into it with juddering cries. Lacey felt the world slip away in a mist of delight and her whole body was wracked by the most glorious ecstasy. She went rigid beneath him, but Trent still ploughed on and her hot cunt bathed his thrusting cock in a torrent of sticky juice as it poured out her lust. Wincing at the effort it took for him not to just succumb and thrust into her with his own release, the young stud pounded her hips with a savage rhythm that served to draw out and lengthen her orgasm. Her head was thrown back; her face, throat and chest were flushing scarlet and she was moaning and whimpering with mewls and purrs. Gradually, the held breath within her released in a slow hiss and her tight body relaxed into a mellow slump. It was almost too late for Trent, even with his expert skills. With a gasp of relief, he tore himself off her body and sat back, his cock swollen before him like a fiery weapon to skewer her with. It was throbbing on the very edge of his own orgasm: just a tiny bit more stimulation and his cum would be unstoppable. Trying desperately to slow his breathing and regain his composure, he looked down at the sweaty wreck of a woman beneath him. Fuck, she was beautiful! Her hair matted to her forehead in wet strands, her breasts lunging up and down with the swell of her chest as she struggled for breath and her unfocused eyes, still swimming with the final throes of her orgasm, all served to make him desire her even more. With a snarl, he cast off his jacket, flinging it across the room. Without a thought, he gripped his expensive, Egyptian cotton shirt and tore it from his chest in a shower of pearl buttons. Roughly he shoved himself off the bed and pulled off his trousers as Lacey watched with bated breath. Yanking down his boxer shorts, he stood naked at the bottom of her bed as she gazed down her own body and between her wide spread thighs at him. He was like a rampant Adonis! Every muscle was toned and pronounced. He had a gleaming tanned skin that was taut over a washboard chest and muscular limbs. The lust-crazed fire in his eyes was an indication of just how aroused he was. That, and the slick, hard cock waving before him still coated with her cum juices. "On your knees," he hissed. There was such command and authority in his voice that Lacey groaned in delight as she twisted to obey. "I want your knees on the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide and your shoulders against the sheet!" he snapped, passion filling his words. Quickly moving to the position he demanded, Lacey felt a huge thrill of excitement. He was insatiable and yet still kept his control! Brenda had said that he could fuck all night, but Lacey had just assumed that was an exaggeration. Now she was deliciously unsure. His hands gripped her hips roughly and, with a savage pull, he yanked her back as he thrust his cock deep. .... She squealed out with pleasure as he thrust into her and gripped the sheets. "OH TRENT!" The ring of his name on her lips made his cock twitch and heart race. He wanted to beat on his chest and roar...to say YES, that's me, fucking you and you love it! Swirling his hips, he alternated in his strokes, driving her crazy, hitting every sensitive nerve ending inside her deliciously sopping cunt. She whimpered and panted, her ass shuddering with each hard thrust, back arching as he bent forward and licked her spinal column, drawing more little mewling sounds from her lips. "Play with yourself, Lacey," He ordered, his breath hot and erotically naughty against her damp skin. "Touch yourself for me." Too far gone to even bother protesting, Lacey reached beneath their bodies and began to swirl her fingers over her clit. The sensation was amazing...pounding hard cock and eager little fingers at work...but what was even more fun was being able to stretch down further and cup his balls as he fucked into her relentlessly. She heard his sharp intake of breath, the growl vibrating deep within his chest and felt his grip tighten... .... Damn, this one was HOT! She had a lustful nature that had been completely hidden by the successful businesswoman veneer. Even a pussyhound like Trent would never have guess at just how unrestrained and wanton she was capable of becoming. As he reamed her wet sheath while she cupped and rubbed his balls, he had to bite his lip to stave off the almost irresistible urge to pump his thick cum into her. He looked down his chest to see his shaft, sopping and slippery with her juices, slamming in and out of her puffy pussy lips. The sight of her buttocks rippling and bouncing to the tune of his pumping rhythm made him growl. Sweat coated his body in a glistening sheen from the effort of keeping up his fast, hard pounding. Her hand was sending such thrills through his balls that knew it was going to make him cum. He wouldn't be doing his job properly if he let that happen so soon. She had paid for a night of sex and he intended to give it to her, so he brought his hand down in a harsh slap to her buttocks that sounded a loud CRACK! around the bedroom. She squealed and bucked, which nearly had the effect he was trying to avoid. Leaning over her, he fastened a hand on her shoulder and pulled her toward him. She let him yank her up until her back was pressed tightly against his chest. The increased contact with her flesh was exciting, but importantly, holding her to him meant he had to slow his pumping hips to a slow grinding circle. "Oh, you are a wonderfully good fuck, Lacey!" he gasped into her ear. Reaching around her, he used one hand to grab her breasts and caress them, while his other hand cupped her chin and pulled her head right back to rest on his shoulder, her face forced toward the ceiling. "You have a fucking hot cunt that feels soooo good around my cock," he panted into her ear, nipping and sucking at her ear lobe. Both her hands reached up to hook onto his forearm around her chest as she gasped and moaned. His rampant tool was doing such amazing things to her pussy that she was barely coherent. .... Trent knew she was there, trembling on the edge of her desire and so he steadied himself for the throes of her passion. While she clasped herself to him like a limpet, he drew his cock back along her wet sheath until his head was released from her sucking tunnel causing her to gasp, then he shoved it hard all the way back. Right in to the hilt. As her body arched under his assault, he dropped a hand and swirled it around her clit. Lacey was totally unprepared for the skill of his touch. It was as if he knew just what motion and speed to use to trigger her release. With a shuddering body and a shriek of bliss, she bucked against him, grasping a handful of his short hair and holding on for dear life. As he fucked her hard, his voice hissed in her ear, "Make your sweet cunt cum for me! Ohhh, yeah. That's it. Grind that pussy on my big cock. Oh, fuck yeah! Oh, Lacey! Oh, that's it!" His fucking, his stroking, his scent and his words all made the woman squeal and moan as her body surrendered to the bursting fireworks within. Her senses left her in a delirious multicoloured haze of exploding nerve endings. Time became meaningless. All Lacey was conscious of was just being tossed back and forth by wave after wave of all consuming pleasure. Finally, she began to regain her senses, first her vision cleared to reveal she was laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. Next her hearing slowly returned as the deafening roar of rushing blood subsided. She was weak and limp, her body slick and gasping. "Fuck," she whispered in awe. She had never had an orgasm that intense or prolonged. Trent really was everything that Brenda had claimed and far, far more. Trent? she thought, wondering where he was. Lifting her weary body, she saw he was sat in the chair across from the bottom of her bed. He was watching her with eyes that glittered like a hawk's. His perfectly sculptured body was glistening with a coating of sweat and his chest was rising and falling in heaves. Yet his cock was still huge and hard before him. Trent waited for her to regain some composure. He couldn't stick his cock back in straight away because just the merest touch to it at the moment would make him cum. She had got him so close it had taken every ounce of self control to yank it out of her spasming body and not follow her down to the sheet to fill her with his molten cum. Paid Services "Lay back and spread your legs," he told her. "Give me a minute, huh?" she gasped, blowing a jet of air up her face to dislodge a wet clinging strand of hair. "Lay back and spread your legs," he repeated in the same confidant tone. How someone so young managed to get such authority and certainty into their voice amazed her. She obeyed. Slipping out of the chair, Trent knelt before the bed, his hands on her soft inner thighs and dipped his mouth to her sopping cunt. .... Lacey let out a gasp, then sigh, letting her upper body drop down to the bed again. She closed her eyes and curled her fingers through his short hair, gently gripping it. Oh god! What a mouth! Great body, skilled hands, amazing cock and now this! She would have to remember to send Brenda a gift of thanks for hooking her up with this stud...oh he was worth it. She heard and felt him inhale deeply and felt a flush of self consciousness until he let out a soft growl of appreciation and lapped at her juicy slit. "Oooooh..." She moaned softly, his tongue flattening and then curling against her hole, scooping up her fragrant honey before swirling his tongue around her clit. "Uhh hhuuu...yesss..." She hissed and caressed his scalp. She felt worshipped...desired...his favorite tasty treat. He didn't cringe or curl up his nose or look appalled. Not Trent. Struggling to look down at him, she drank in the sight of his gleaming eyes as he took moments to pull back and admire her pretty little pussy, neatly trimmed up top and shaved around her lips so that oral sex was more satisfying...for both parties. "So beautiful Lacey..." He murmured hotly, puffing a soft gust of cool air to her hot flesh. She shivered and then gasped when he opened his mouth and engulfed her hot little twat, lapping at it, stabbing, swirling, sending her mind and body into little loopy spirals that left her breathless... .... Trent treated her to the best cunt licking he could give. His mouth worked over her slippery, tasty flesh in a hungry, lust fuelled orgy of kisses, licks, flicks, laps and sucks. Soon she was a moaning jelly before him. While his tongue dipped and swirled he lifted his eyes to watch her face. She was rambling, a stream of only partially intelligible words spilling from her lips as she closed her eyes and rolled her head restlessly from side to side. "Oh, yes, Trent! Oh yes! Ah ha! Ah huh! Oh my Goddddd! Oh, yeah! Mh humh! Hum! Oh fuck! Lick it, baby, lick it! Ohhhhhh yeahhhh!" For a brief moment, she lifted her head to look down at him, her dark brown eyes locking with his green ones and a current of lust leaping between them. "Oh, Fuck, Trent!" she gasped, letting her head loll back again as her sable hair puddled beneath her. He could feel her getting there again. Now was his time. Quickly, he lunged over her and plugged his thick meat into her gaping wet hole with a savage thrust. She gasped in shock and desire, her body snapping shut around him as her legs hooked over his back and her hands locked in a tight grip behind his neck, "Oh, that's it! Fuck me!" He gritted his teeth and pounded her willing pussy for all he was worth. "I intend to, Lacey. It's my turn now. I am going to ride you to a frenzy and fill your hot cunt with my cum!" His hands gripped the sheets on either side of her shoulders tightly and he slammed in and out of her with bestial lust. .... All she could do was enjoy the ride. He was so hot, pulsing, big! Stretching out her pussy and ploughing into her over and over again. Soft squelching and slapping sounds filled the room, his grunts, her moans, his lusty promises. She was right there anyway, the slightest touch would have set her off, but everything coupled together, sent her blazing into orgasm. She screamed! Something she never did. Blood rushing through her body, leaving her light headed and dizzy. His own shout of victory and pleasure rang right behind hers. His beautiful body tensed against hers and she tightened around him. "YEeees! Oh fuck yeah!!!"He growled and pumped what seemed like gallons of spunk into her hot little hole. Lacey clawed at his back and purred as he emptied out, still thrusting, his movements slowing, his cock softening, but still firm enough to draw a little gasp here and there until he finally pressed his body against hers and rolled, turning them onto their sides. Panting, they lay there somewhat spent. Trent had to move, he told himself. Had to move and get on to the next act, but it felt too damn good just yet. He wanted to just enjoy the moment, take a breather. Damn, she was a hot little thing! He gazed into her face and smiled. Her eyes were still closed, but a contented smile played on her lips until she finally stretched and sighed, regaining some composure. "Mmmmm..." She moaned and stifled a yawn behind a delicate hand. She felt fantastic! Warm and tingly and soooo relaxed. Best stress relief she had ever experience. To hell with everything else. Trent was it. Opening her eyes, she gazed into his green ones and grinned, flushing slightly. "That hit the spot." She giggled...actually giggled! .... He chuckled and lifted his fingers to gently caress her cheek, "That it did! You are an incredibly sexy woman, Lacey. Why you need my services instead of having men beating at your door is a mystery." He sat up and traced his hand all along her side, down over her hip and to her ankle. With a grin, he slid his butt down the bed and strolled to the bedroom door, "I'm going to go and get my drink, do you want one?" She just shook her head and laid her cheek on her clasped hands on the pillow, a happy contented smile on her face. She watched his tight firm butt undulate as he walked out of sight, the muscles in his back rippling slightly with the motion of his arms. Dear God, she owed Brenda big time for this! One thousand dollars? If she had known what it was going to be like she would happily have paid three times that much. Trent had sent her soaring into heights that she thought were only a myth or at least impossible for her to reach. After a minute or two, he strolled casually back into the bedroom, sipping at his scotch, the ice having long since melted. Her eyes roamed his sculpted figure as he came to a halt at her feet and looked down at her. He smacked his lips after a taste of the whisky and tried to hold in a laugh, "You stink. I think we should have a shower." The playful mischievous glint in his eyes made her pulse begin to pound again. "Okay," she laughed, slipping from the tangled, sweaty sheets and padding across to her en suite bathroom. It was, like the rest of her home, opulent and luxurious. Lacey had no family and so the ridiculous amount of money she earned enabled her to have the finest things she wanted. The bathroom was covered, like the bedroom, in a soft thick plush white carpet that let her feet sink into it. The tiles were a complimentary whitish marble filled with flecks of black and gold. The huge bathtub was a sunken oval jacuzzi that was on a raised platform on one side of the room with three small steps leading up to it. The basin was inlaid upon a mahogany vanity unit that had a huge mirror behind it and was framed by golden taps. On the opposite wall to that was the shower stall. This was a frosted glass rectangle that had sliding doors and was very spacious inside. In seconds, Lacey and Trent were underneath a cascade of hot, revitalizing water while she laughed and picked up a bottle of body lotion. He reached out and took it from her, squeezed a puddle of the pink soap into his large hand and then put the bottle back before rubbing his palms together. "Turn around," he told her. Underneath the spray, Lacey did as she was told and turned her back to him, using one hand to pile her wet hair on top of her head and hold it there to give him access to her neck. A buzzing thrill shot through her when his hands began to firmly massage and spread the lotion over her shoulders. .... Dropping her head forward, Lacey moaned in appreciation. His hands kneaded tight muscles and made the soft soap bubble up, filling the room with the scent of fresh lavender. Oh how she had missed this...being able to share little things like showers and sensual massages. Trent's hand lathered her upper arms too, squeezing her muscles as he went, then slipped back up and down over her back. "Oh god...you're good," she purred sweetly and arched into his touch. "I aim to please, m'am." He chuckled, "But truly, it's my pleasure." He continued and slipped over her tight little buns playfully. She gasped and giggled. Then one of her fantasies popped into mind...one she had never done or even thought about until now. His teasing comment had jingled a little bell in her mind and opened up a new door. "Well...since this is all about me..." Her body shivered and she finally turned around to face him, silk hair falling back to her shoulders and down her back. "I've always wanted to have a little wet fun in the shower with a hunk,"she teased back and flashed him an easy grin. Trent's body already tightened in response and his eyes flashed as he pressed her against the stall wall. "Really now...well, I am at your service...I think I might be able to help..." .... They kissed long and ferociously; mouths twisting, turning, claiming. He seemed to surround her with his masculine body, his hands sliding all over her slippery skin, his broad muscular chest blocking any possible escape. Not that she wanted to escape. Their tongues flickered and stroked, caressing each other in a torrid dance, quickly taking her breath away. "Oh, Trent," she sighed, lustily, slipping her arms up and around his neck. He looked down at her with fire in his eyes and gave her a lopsided, confident grin. She shivered as one of his hands slid high up her belly, covering her breast and squeezed it as if it belonged to him. At this moment, she knew it did. "You are so beautiful, Lacey." He dipped his head forward to steal quick kisses as his teeth nipped at her lower lip. "You are so fine; so sexy." Again that adorable wry smile hitched his lips, "And when it comes to women, I KNOW what I am talking about." "You're an expert, huh?" she teased, tilting her head back into the hot spray to give his questing nibbles access to her throat. "I prefer to think of myself as an appreciative student," he murmured, his fingers gliding up her inner thigh and exploring the waterfall cascading from her pussy. His long slim digits probing through the shower water to part her folds and sink deep, making her legs weak. "I'm going to fuck you until you are too weak to stand, Miss Peterson. I am going to shove my hard cock into you because I want to; because I need to. Your flesh is going to be the socket for my rooting cock. Do you want that?" "Yes," she breathed quickly, her pulse getting faster. "Yes, what?" he teased, adding a second finger into her tight cunt. "Yes, I want you to fuck me, Trent." "Convince me," he smiled. "Huh?" she blinked, her eyes locking with his through the growing haze of her lust. "Suck my cock, Lacey," he said, in a tone that was commanding and certain. "Slip that hot mouth over my hard shaft and show me how much you are appreciating what I am doing for you." His arrogant assumption that she would just obey him, no matter what, sparked fires inside her. Without a word, she slid down his body, flicking her tongue over his nipples as she went. .... Grasping his hard length, Lacey stroked it, then wrapped her soft lips around him. He moaned and tangled his fingers through her wet tresses and held her to him. "Yeah baby, suck me." She murmured something around him and did as he told her to, her tongue swirling around his dick, cheeks hollowing out as he tightened his grip on her hair and shoved more of his length inside. She gripped his hip with her free hand and cock with the other, her eyes moving up to connect with his intense gaze. "Take more," he ordered and she almost gagged when he shoved more in. "Relax...breath through your nose," he told her and she struggled a moment to take it, trying NOT to panic or bite down and hurt him. "That's it baby...oh yes, that's good. Keep doing that!" He growled and happily let her swallow his meat... .... The squeeze of her throat as she gulped his length into it was sublime. Cock sucking at its height. The pinnacle. "Ohhhh, yeeeaaaahhhhhh," he sighed, fucking himself a little deeper. Lacey fought to control herself and started to slide his thick weapon in and out of her mouth. His fingers wrapped painfully in her hair, but he seemed oblivious, lost in the delight of her throat. "Suck my cock! Suck it! Oh, fuck that feels good!" He was thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, grunting and groaning in the pleasure of its tightness. The water splished and splashed around them, dancing off his hard muscles in a misty rain that fell about her in a steaming haze. Rivulets of water ran down his body, chasing the map of his physique to course down her arms and over the smooth slopes of her shoulders. "Oh Fuck! Jeez, Lacey! Swallow that cock!" Her throat getting used to the ramming it was taking, softening and relaxing to accommodate him, Lacey sucked hard, her lips stroking his hot flesh in a circle of ecstasy. Trent snarled in appreciation of her efforts, watching his stiff shaft plunging in and out of her sweet mouth. "Suck it for just a little longer, Baby. Then I am going to pin you to the wall and fuck you through it!" .... Lacey gave it her all. The almost harsh sound of his breathing and words were really turning her on. No foreplay needed, she was already dripping wet with her own juices and shower water to need anything else. He could pin her and fuck her to the wall without a problem! However, she was happy to give a little back. To feel the flutter of woman power that came with having a hard satisfied dick in your mouth. Letting him fuck her mouth, she hummed gently and heard him gasp and jerk out, tugging her up by the head and the pushing her against the shower stall. His mouth was on hers instantly. Hot and needy, his tongue tangling with her own in a hot open mouthed kiss that stole her breath away. Strong hands slid down and cupped her ass, pulling her up his body. Instantly her long legs wrapped around his waist as he crushed her body between him and the wall and pushed his cock to her entrance. Breaking off the kiss, she gasped and moaned, gripping his shoulders. "Oh yes...fuck me!" She panted. "With pleasure..." He countered and shoved his thick length inside of her willing body... .... "Ungh!" he grunted, fucking himself deep into her soft, juicy hole. His long, thick cock stretched her tiny cunt around its hot flesh and rooted to her very core in a plunging rhythm. "Oh!" she gasped, his thickness hammering the breath out of her. He was so big! So hard! So lusty! So out of control! His hands grasped her like clawing vices as he hefted her with ease, shifting his grip, one hand hooking itself beneath her knee and bending it up to press against her breast so that it gave him better access to her cunt. She gasped at his swift roughness; this was him at his hot and urgent peak, so eager to fuck his meat into her that her comfort or pleasure was given little thought. "Oh, yes!" he hissed, the new position letting him spear his weapon into her willing flesh in a blur. Twitching his hips back, his rampant staff slid from her body for a brief second before he thrust it back hard. Very hard. So hard that the blow of his hips against her puffy, swollen sex lifted her up the wet tiled wall. He dropped his forehead against her shoulder, steadied his legs and began to use her for his pleasure...like she was nothing more than a wet cunt...a tight slot to fuck and fuck hard. Wrapping her hands around his strong neck, Lacey bounced and bucked as he hammered her tender flesh with his mighty shaft. God, he was trying to impale her! There was no chance of kisses now, he was just centred on plunging in and out of her cunt to completion; grunting and snarling against her shoulder as he ravished her body. Water bounced and splashed off their thrashing bodies and she yelled in ecstasy as he fucked her relentlessly. .... Her orgasm was swift and he was unrelenting, not letting her down, keeping her on that brilliant high that had her babbling sexy nonsense. He used her, fucked her, made her tight little pussy squeeze and milk him over and over again until he couldn't stand it anymore. All control fled away as she struggled against him, clung to him and wrapped her slippery thighs tightly around his waist, trapping one of his hands between their bodies. "Let go!" She gasped, flying over the edge again. "HELL YES! FUCK LACEY! TAKE IT!" He shouted against her wet throat and bit down on her shoulders. She cried out, her whole body shaking against his as he bucked without control, without finesse or smoothness, pumping in his hot spunk into her cunt. Sagging against her body and the wall, Trent slowly slid them to the floor and cradled against his chest as their bodies cooled with the water...