1 comments/ 16484 views/ 0 favorites A New Client By: DoItAtTheGym "Hi there. Welcome to The Gym. What are you looking to do today?" The curvy blonde with the deceptively sweet smile looked to the tall man who had just entered and walked to the front counter she stood behind. From where she was he'd see the black sports bra packed full of firm round breasts. Mouthwatering really and he swallowed hard at the view. The little nervous tremor of his voice brought that smile to a wicked grin. "Yes, hello, um... I was told this was an excellent facility for ... a personal trainer." The intonation of his voice and the glint in his eyes affirmed his underlying meaning. The blonde eyed him. He was already well built, looks like he did work out already. He was eight or so inches taller than she was. The blonde rounded the counter and stood before him. He was already clad in basketball shorts and a tee shirt as if he was ready to work out right away. She gave him a nod. He gave her wide lusty eyes for now he could see the slender waist, grab able hips and perfect ass clad only in a very small, very tight pair of black spandex shorts. There was no way she had panties on underneath, he was certain. "The Gym offers different packages depending on what type of work out you want." Yes the subtext was flowing freely between them now but was kept in place because not everyone knew the extra benefits that The Gym offers and there were others working out on the machines in the main room where they were. She moved ahead of him and gestured for him to follow her. "We have state of the art treadmills, elliptical's, stationary bikes and other machines." Her eyes locked to his when she mentioned the "other machines" to impart to him that she meant machines not geared toward working out general muscles. She lead him through a doorway and into the weight training room. "Weights, benches, barbells, ball bells, boxing bags... strength training, stamina training..." He followed keeping his eyes more on that luscious swaying ass more than the room's equipment. Through another door and onto the pool area. It was large enough to contain several lap lanes which were in use constantly. She explained the rotation process of being on a list and such knowing full well he didn't come here for that type of swim. It was then she walked right into the men's locker room without any sort of hesitation at all. Men were in various stages of dress or lack there of. Some were in the open wall of showers. No one seemed to care that a woman had just walked in on them. That was because it was this certain woman. They all knew Miss Z and knew it was perfectly normal for her to check in on her clients. She paused the tour in the middle of the locker room to tell of it's offerings and point to the sauna door, "The sauna is clothing optional. Make a move on a person in a sexual manner that is not welcomed and you'll be arrested. Any questions about The Gym?" The man looked around then back to her. His eyes dipped to her breasts just knowing those nipples were going to be easy to get hard and pebbly. "I want to sign on for a private trainer." His mind was made up. She nodded, "All right, that would be me. I'm Zoey or Miss Z to my clients. You'll be expected to follow my instructions to the letter." A raised brow to him for a reply to which he nodded and gave a "Yes M'am." That suited her so she smiled. "Go to the front desk and tell Tammy that you'll be having a session with me right now. She'll take your information and payment. It's $150 and hour for your first session, two hour minimum. Take a shower and meet me in room 3. We will begin with some general calisthenics." With that she stepped forward just a hint and her hand reached out. Palm cupped his cock over his shorts and gave a small massage. "Hmm... nice." A wink to him as if he'd passed her test. With that the busty Miss Z turned and left the locker room. He went to follow her directions, paid in cash and was in and out of the shower in record time. From her touch earlier he was already nice and hard. All ten inches tenting his shorts proudly. A small search lead him to room #3. Pushing through the door he found what looked like any other gym classroom. A large room with hard wood floors, one wall was completely mirrored, windows high along one wall let in natural light. His eyes didn't linger long on inspecting the room because they fell on the tight curves of Miss Z as she stood on a mat stretching. Her perfect round ass in those ultra tight spandex short shorts was up in the air as she bent from the waist with legs straight, her head pointed toward the floor. She knew he was there and so slowly spread her legs more while in that position. Now between her legs he'd see those large heavy rounds of breasts barely contained in that sports bra. In fact the bottom rounds of them were bared. His mouth watered. She straightened and turned to him. Hands went to her hips, "Well, what are you waiting for?" A finger pointed for him to come to where she was on the mat. Then she made a face, "Off with the shorts, now." He looked at her with raised brows. She wanted him to work out in the nude? Well he had been told that sex was involved in her workouts so he guessed it made sense. Stepping out of his shorts she eyed his cock. This one was a very nice size. She's going to enjoy this. "Alright, follow my lead." She sternly ordered while turning around in front of him and beginning some light stretches. From the wall of mirrors in front of her she could see him copying her motions... with his eyes on her ass. So her next stretch was to bend again. His bend put his face just an inch from her biteable ass. When they had completed deeper stretches she turned to face him again. "Jumping jacks... 100." That was clearly an order. The guy grinned but was a little worried. It wasn't easy to do jumping jacks with a hard on. "Now!" she barked and he began to do them. She counted them out as he did them while watching his already well defined muscles flex. Walking around his body she watched his ass clench. Her small hand reached out and gave one cheek a good smack. He faltered in his jumping jacks so she barked at him to keep going. Back around to face his front she noticed that hard member bouncing painfully and reached out again. This time her hand cupped his member, or as much of it as her small hand could, and held while he completed his 100. For praise when he was done she gave his cock a little massage. Stepping back she noticed he wasn't sweating nearly enough so she made him do touch and runs, like the basketball maneuver where he had to run from one end of the room to the other, touch the floor and run back. By the time he was done doing 50 rounds he was breathing harder and sweating more. Still not enough to her liking though. While she let him catch his breath she deftly pulled off her sports bra. Those juicy tits bounced out, their dark pink nipples pointing at him. She tossed the small shirt aside as if it were nothing. "Down on the mat. 50 Sit ups." He got on his back, bent knees, feet to the floor and put his hands behind his head. She then moved to him and straddled his waist with her feet. He had a nice view of those mounds and the one between her legs barely hidden by that spandex. Lowering herself down she sat on his chest. "Begin." she instructed. When he raised up she brushed her breast against his face. "Lick it." So now each time he came up in the sit up his tongue lapped at a nipple. He could alternate breasts but only one lick each was allowed. When he tried to nip or suckle she pushed him back down. When he had done 50 sit ups she scooted down until her clothed pussy rubbed along his naked shaft. He let out a groan of pleasure and frustration. For a few moments she just grinded herself against him watching him sweat and gulp for a breath. Then without warning she got up abandoning his throbbing cock. She stood just past his feet and hooked her thumbs in those tiny shorts. Down they went until she kicked them off her feet. His eyes went wide to see her perfectly naked pussy. Not a speck of hair, just smooth tanned lips with pinkness peeking out. "Time for push ups!" She got down on the floor in a sitting position with her feet flat on the floor, knees bent and spread wide apart. This opened up her pussy for his view. A view he obviously liked since she could see clear drops of pre-cum oozing from his cock head. "Full push ups, face in my pussy, lick it on each down." She instructed. He was more than eager to get into position and begin. She hadn't given him a number of push ups to do, that was for a reason. He began and she rolled her hips to angle her pussy just right so each lick could be given along the length of her sex. "Lick it!" she ordered him sternly to imply he better use that tongue well each time. He was in heaven. It was painful to keep doing the push ups after all of the other exertions but there was no way he was going to stop. Sweat dripped from his face and chest, it pooled at his back but he'd not pause in those push ups as he tasted her sweet pussy. Miss Z scooted closer so that his licks now included his face rubbing along those lips and slit. His slurping sounds echoed with his grunts as he kept on doing the push ups. When he had licked her enough to get her good and wet both from his mouth and from her honey she let him stop. "Enough. On your back!" He tried to lower down and bury his face in her pussy but she pushed him away with a foot to his shoulder until he rolled over and obeyed. Again she straddled his waist but kept her pussy just over his cock, not yet touching. "Masturbate. Do it!" With an incredibly hot woman straddling naked over him he wasn't about to argue. His hand wrapped around his cock and began to wank off along its length. Miss Z put her hands to her breasts and began to knead them. She pushed them high then mashed them together. Fingers took nipples and twisted them until they were hard and red. "I can't... I'm gonna..." he warned. "Stop!" she ordered and pulled his hand away from his cock. By now he was so hard and aching that he moaned in near pain. She could look down and see his cock throbbing with need. "On your knees." A simple order. She got off of him and moved to face the mirror wall, her back to him. When he struggled to his knees she got down on her's in front of him. Then she bent over and was on all fours. "Fuck me. Do it as hard as you can." That was all it took for what had been calming down to jump back to full hardness. She braced herself, spread her knees and felt him take hold of her ass. She was still wet enough that with a couple of hard pushes he got his thick cock head into her tight pussy. "OH gods, you are so tight!" That wasn't what he expected from someone who he had been told did people like this. "Kegel exorcizes... keeps my pussy tight." She flexed those inner muscles around him just to prove what command she had over those particular muscles. He gasped a moan in appreciation. "C'mon! Slam in it. Fuck that pussy!" she ordered like a drill sergeant. He watched in the mirror as he was behind her. It was hot how her breasts hung down but were still so round and firm. He gave another good thrust and in went the rest of his length. She was so tight he wondered if he'd be able to pull out and slam in easily. No way to know but to try so he gripped her hips and pulled out until his head caught at her opening. Without hesitation this time he slammed back in until skin smacked together. He felt he could have cum just at the sight of her breasts bouncing and jiggling. With more incentive than he could ever need he began to slam thrusts into her pussy. Soon he had a rough hard rhythm going. She lowered until her shoulders were on the mat, those lovely breasts squished out all around. He pounded her with all his strength, the sounds of grunts and skin slapping filled the air. Because of her teasing, touching and the aroused erotic workouts he found he was able to last much longer before feeling that rise of cum and the need to explode. "Cum! Fill me up!" she ordered breathlessly as his cock felt as if it would ram out of her throat when he went so deep so hard. This was one of the reasons she did this. Sex, hot raw sex. He slammed into her a few more times then dig his fingers into her ass and hips as he pulled her closer and held deep inside of that amazingly tight pussy. He shot his load with a growling moan because at the same time her ultra tight pussy was contracting madningly hard all around his swollen cock. She squirted cum past their tight joining, a thing he thought was incredibly hot. When both had orgasmed and could breathe again she moved forward and pulled off of him. Sitting on the mat she leaned in and gave his cock a few good sucks to clean him off some. "Hit the showers." She said then licked her lips. "Make an appointment for next week so we can work out even harder." A wink to him as he looked rather shocked and impressed that she'd want more. He eyed her pussy, "Want me to clean that for ya?" he offered with a grin. Miss Z shook her head, "No need, I have another appointment in a few minutes... she'll do it." Yes, Miss Z had clients of both sexes and she knew well what each client liked to do. Her next client was a kinky little minx so Miss Z knew just what ... exorcize to do first. A New Client There was a subtle knock of the door; Nicholas scanned his eyes across the room once more. Everything seemed to be in order, he thought. Let us see what we shall see. The door opened, revealing his trusted servant, bodyguard, fixer and partner in business, Wells. The man had an imposing figure, tall, square-shouldered, very large hands and equally large feet. He had an inscrutable face that could be both subservient and superior, often at the same time, certainly not a man to be taken lightly and one that had extricated Nicholas from more than one violent situation. Behind his imposing frame stood a medium, slight man of about fifty. His near shoulder-length hair was fully greying at the sides and his side-whiskers had long gone to a near white. He was of medium height, very slim and although he carried himself well for his age, filling his space with an assurance that very probably came from his newly privileged position of acquired wealth, he was also somewhat hesitant. A new opportunity in which to spend his money had no doubt raised itself, which is why he had come knocking at my door thought Nicholas. Still, he was definitely new to wealth and therefore new to the more unusual luxuries that money could buy. The younger man smiled warmly and beckoned his visitor to enter. "Please sir, do come in, and take a seat. You found the place alright I see." "Yes" the older man hesitated a little, not quite sure where he should sit. Wells locked eyes with Nicholas. The glint of amusement was unmistakeable. They had discussed the arrival of this particular new client and had come to the conclusion that money would, potentially, not be a limited commodity as far as the visitor was concerned. Although there was always the possibility that a new client would bolt before being ensnared, by actually physically coming face to face with Nicholas, most of the procurement had already been done. Nevertheless, Wells did feel that it would perhaps be advisable if Nicholas were to put on a particularly good display of his wares, so to speak. Wells stiffly nodded to both Nicholas and his visitor and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Nicholas gave another broad smile and offered one of the overly large, thick-armed casual chairs scattered around the room, one that had its back to the large window, but gave a position in which the light was framed well. Nicholas, who in many respects was a perfectionist, had no intention of allowing shadow to ruin any performance. The older man sighed as he sat in the large, though comfortable chair. He placed a large crystal topped cane which he had been carrying, between his open thighs, leaned on it with both hands and surveyed the much younger man in front of him. Nicholas did not sit, but instead leaned casually against the mantle of the unlit fireplace. "You have come far sir?" asked Nicholas casually. "Far enough" was the minimal reply. "Perhaps you would like a smoke, something to drink even." The older man shook his head. "I need nothing at the moment." He stopped and then seeming to remember his manners, added briefly "but I thank you." Nicholas smiled again. He paused for a moment, noticing the decided shake of the older man's hands as they held firmly on to his cane. "Am I right in believing that I was recommended by a mutual acquaintance?" "Yes, Sir Mot.." "No names are necessary here sir." Nicholas exclaimed quickly. He smiled disarmingly at the nervous seated individual. "My clients are, shall we say, a group of men of individual needs and requirements. Names can sometimes complicate matters," he smiled again "If you know what I mean." The older man moved his lower jaw, his focus lost in a thought. Nicholas waited patiently, he was in no hurry. "Yes, I see." The seated man eventually replied. "It is as well to be cautious, considering..." He raised his eyes and glanced furtively at Nicholas, "the object and nature of our needs and requirements." He smiled briefly. Nicholas waited patiently while the older man tried to work around his own reasoning as to why he had travelled miles into the countryside in order to visit a young man he had never met before. Both men were of course well aware as to why they were in this place and at this point in time. Lust, no matter how furtively hidden, was present across the face of the visitor, from his burning eyes, to his flaring nostrils, from his motion of constantly wetting his dry lips to the repeated up and down journey of his adam's apple. The man was nervous and Nicholas was to allow for that nervousness, but that he had come for him specifically, that he wanted him, of that he was certain. "You seem," said the nervous visitor "to be in a somewhat isolated position for a man of so few years. As a young man do you not miss the temptations of the city?" Nicholas shrugged. "I personally prefer a more rural setting. City life has its diversions of course, but..." "Yes?" Nicholas smiled knowingly. "The country retreat to me has become that, a retreat. Somewhere where I can entertain with impunity, allow discretion to be the common factor. No one bothers me here and my client list is full and regular. It is perhaps inconvenient in some respects for those travelling to me, but I think you might agree, it is very much worth it." Nicholas made sure that the seated man was aware that his gaze had travelled to his visitors by now swelling manhood. He gave a knowing, almost companionable smile. We men of the world know what it is to be men with desires and needs, it implied. The visitor moved his thin behind around the plush seat, not so much in embarrassment, but in acknowledgement of the younger man's gaze. "Anyway" he continued. We know why you have travelled here, what you are expecting, so shall we make a start perhaps?" The seated man nodded vigorously. "Firstly, the delicate matter of money. Everything, as I am sure that you are aware, has its price." With this Nicholas, who had already removed his jacket, rested his arms briefly on the mantel his back to the room, thus giving the older man a clear view of the younger man's buttocks. The visitor caught his breath as he was meant to. Although Nicholas was well aware of, and had been told on numerous occasions, that the firm rounded cheeks of his behind were a near divine inspiration, this from a bishop and who would know better than he? He never took anything for granted, which was why he had all of his trousers specifically made at a choice tailors in town. The fabric was so finely woven that it hugged his body leaving little to the imagination, and without underwear, which he never wore, imagination certainly ran riot. Nicholas turned to face his visitor, allowing the light to outline the path of his own engorged member, he received another gasp, so much so that the older man nearly lost the grip of his crystal-topped cane. He trembled in anticipation, but tried to maintain the conversation in at least a modicum of civility. 'Yes of course, money. A terrible commodity for gentlemen to discuss in polite company, but a necessity that often needs discussion nonetheless.' Nicholas sighed dramatically, but said nothing. 'I am told that you have personally found some very innovative and rewarding masculine diversions for both yourself as a young man, and for some of your wealthy clients." Nicholas smiled boldly. "All my clients are wealthy sir. As to masculine diversions," he shrugged, "money allows for innovations. The higher the figure discussed the more can be rewarded to that individual." Nicholas waited a short moment while the potential of his last sentence bled into the consciousness, and wallet, of his visitor. "You wish to become a client of mine perhaps, sir?" "Perhaps." Was the only reply. Nicholas smiled evenly and openly. "Perhaps?" "I don't spend my money foolishly sir. I need to see where it is going," he licked his lips in a decidedly lascivious way, "and on what." "Very well." It was only to be expected, thought Nicholas with an inward sigh. Parting any of this new money from its owners is so hard nowadays. They are becoming decidedly cautious, certainly more miserly in many quarters, and even in some cases belligerent. What has become of the magnanimity of sharing ones beneficence he wondered? Nicholas looked at the face of his visitor. The eyes were narrowed and the lips were pursed. Even though nervous, somewhat uncomfortable, and decidedly aroused, the man was still determined to get the best he could for his money. You may well need to put your back into it today Nicholas, he told himself. Looking at the stance of the man, he thought it might even be literal. "Tell me your requirements and I will give you a non-negotiable price. From there we will both benefit from the transaction, immediately if you wish." "Will we not be disturbed?" asked the man, pensively looking from the door to the very wide and public window. My outdoor ground staff are near non-existent and my indoor staff have been hand-picked for discretion." Nicholas bent down so that his face was practically touching the seated man and added lustily, "Believe me sir, we will not be disturbed." Nicholas retreated, raised his arms, gave an athletic twirl so that the older man saw all planes of his body, and said, "Shall we begin?" The man licked his lips hungrily. "How much to see the merchandise?" No prevarication there thought Nicholas; therefore, there shall be none on my part also. "Fifty pounds." "Fifty? Just to see?" the older man was visibly stunned. "My dear sir, I am not a street whore that found good. I am a gentleman with a gentleman's material needs. I am also," he said with a certain amount of smugness, "the very best that you can buy for your money. I am diverse, unshockable, and willing to please in all matters. Place fifty pounds on the table beside you and we can begin." There was a moment of hesitation on the part of the visitor. However, one more glance at Nicholas and obviously convinced, the older man counted out the notes and placed them folded on to the table. Nicholas left them where they were. He had a policy of never counting money whether old or new, in front of clients, it tended to destroy the carefully built illusion of gentlemanly trust. He smiled warmly at the visitor. "Very well, let us begin. He carefully removed his expensively embroidered waistcoat, laying it over the arm of the seat opposite the older man. He slowly removed his cravat, revealing the hollow of his neck. He placed the cravat with the waistcoat and continued. Undoing a few buttons of his shirt, he stopped and asked "Would you like to help me unbutton?" The man shook his head. "No. I want to watch you. That is what I enjoy." Nicholas continued to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it over his shoulders and let it hang at his waist revealing a taught smooth, hairless chest. His beautifully curved and flawless breast muscles ending in the small pink orbs of his nipples fascinated the seated man. Looking down he noticed the equally flawless stomach, just enough muscle to make it interesting, but not too much for the older man to feel he was inspecting an oxen or some other such beast of burden. No, this was a man, a young man of leisure certainly; he doubted whether any of those smooth, slick undulating muscles being shown to him had ever seen a day's hard labour. However, he had not come all this way to spend serious money on a common worker. He had come for sophistication, to join the upper set in their pursuits, to be included. After all, was that not what money was for? More importantly, as he watched the beautiful man in front of him slowly undress; he was also aware that he had come in order to revel in the youth of the man, to smell his life. Nicholas pulled off his shirt and was about to place it with the other discarded clothes when the man stopped him. "May I have your shirt?" "Of course" smiled Nicholas, throwing the shirt to the waiting man. The visitor picked it up reverently, sliding his hands through the expensive fabric. He then buried his face in the garment and took a deep breath. "Wonderful" he exclaimed. "I love the smell of men. So vital, so distinct. You," he offered, "smell exceptionally well." Nicholas smiled warmly but said nothing. He busied himself with the next phase of undress. "My dear sir, will you perhaps help with the removal of my boots." The seated man looked up, buried the younger man's shirt possessively behind him, and waited in anticipation. Nicholas raised one of his booted feet and placed it within the man's lap. He stroked the boot heal to and fro, sliding along the man's by now rampant member. The visitor in turn took Nicholas leather boot in both hands, spread his thighs, and helped to rub it vigorously along his lap. He sighed contentedly, but remembering his task pulled at the boot, which easily came off. The same was repeated on the other foot leaving Nicholas with little left to divulge costume-wise, other than his tight trousers. He purposely turned his back on the man showing him a full view of his behind. He undid the few buttons at the front and proceeded to slowly slide the fabric across narrow hips and over his beautifully pert cheeks. Here he stopped for a moment in order for the older man to fully appreciate his behind. "May I take a closer look?" he whispered. Nicholas looked over his shoulder and saw the man hesitantly edging his thin long-fingered hands towards the young man's out of reach firm, and well-rounded cheeks. "Yes you may" encouraged Nicholas. "So beautifully formed" he exclaimed as his eyes travelled intently over Nicholas behind. "So firm, so taught, like stone. You are like a beautifully formed statue my young sir." Both hands of the older man suddenly grabbed a handful of each cheek. "May I see in between?" Nicholas moved far enough away for the man to lose his grip on his behind, the disappointment was palpable. "You may see dear sir, but unfortunately the money you have so far donated does not give you the luxury of touch." The older man while still holding out the hands that had just so recently felt firm muscled cheeks looked wistfully at the folded notes on the table beside him. "Yes of course, more money." He winced at the amount he had already handed over, realising that he was beginning to lose control over the situation, more alarmingly still he was losing, control over his wallet. Nicholas considered the situation. It would be as well to perhaps offer a small incentive before more money was added to the small pile on the table. Therefore, he agreed to allow the man one small moment of touch, his to choose. With that agreement in place, the seated man got Nicholas to turn his back on him allowing him the full display of masculine buttocks. The man was in ecstasy. The thought that his money could buy such beauty, if only for a short while, would have seemed impossible even only a handful of years ago. Nicholas clenched and then relaxed his cheek muscles, producing a small gasp from the older seated man and a small smile of satisfaction from the standing younger. Without further ado, the visitor placed both thumbs into the deep crevice that divided the young man's behind and separated the cheeks. He let out an exclamation. It was beautiful. Not at all like the puckered and stained holes that he had always been used to. This was an entirely different category of man, a man of class, of distinction. He took note of the details as if he were an antiquarian studying an ancient and precious artefact. The entry was small, but by no means inaccessible. It was completely hairless which he thought could not be natural. It was a subtle soft pink in colour, and was more reminiscent of a star, particularly as it winked at him now and again, due to the muscle contractions of the young man. This wonder of nature, thought the seated man, had more the appearance of an entryway to pleasure than that of a forbidden and dirty secret place. Still, it was, as far as he was concerned, the deepest and most animalistic secret place of any man, including himself. It was a rutting place, a place of release for a man such as himself. His cock began to leak at the thought. The most beautiful part of this young man, and there was so much of his beauty to admire, was hidden between these cheeks. He needed to possess this little star shaped entryway most desperately, no matter what the cost. To reiterate his desire he placed his nose against the small, but perfectly formed hole and took in a deep breath. The same masculine smell as the shirt, but so more immediate and intense. Nicholas started to pull away and so the man reluctantly let go of those two perfect cheeks, allowing the small pink starburst to be buried again within the cleft that was such a feature of the extraordinary young man's behind. Nicholas meanwhile had returned to face his visitor. He was very nearly naked, he had only one last asset to show, one that was always remarked upon by his numerous and diverse clients. He had waited until he had become fully hardened, luckily an easy task. He lowered the front of his trousers, allowing them to slide to his knees and then to pool at his feet. He stepped out of them, set his feet firmly apart, placed his hands on his hips, and waited for a reaction from the older man sitting in front of him. The reaction was almost instantaneous, with a gasp, the seated man barely let out a whisper, but Nicholas had heard. It was his job to seek out desire and to fulfil it. "How much to touch?" was the whisper. Nicholas smiled. He wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, pointing it directly at his visitor, the end glistening with the perception of moments to come. "How much?" he enquired. "Yes" came the irritated reply. "I need to touch; it is no longer enough to look." He swallowed slowly and ended "It is more than a sane man can bear." "Well in that case" said Nicholas as he allowed a few drops of his glistening liquid to slowly descend to the floor, "I suggest an extra fifty should secure more in the way of touching." He smiled lasciviously at the older man as he moved his hand to the base of his member and started to massage his balls. "At least" he added taking his other hand, gently sliding his fingers across the distended and glistening purple head of his pulsing cock, before placing them between his lips and sucking, "to start with." The older man fumbled desperately with his bank notes, counting out double the amount. "How far will one hundred get me?" This was it thought Nicholas, time to begin raking in the notes. "A hundred will get you some of this," he said gesturing with his magnificently rampant cock. "At least to taste." "Come here quickly" gestured the visitor. Nicholas walked slowly towards the seated man, his cock bobbing up and down as he moved. He placed himself squarely in front of the seated man and waited for the next move. The man drew in a stuttered breath, reached out a hand, and gently touched Nicholas pulsing cock. "It is so beautiful," he murmured, running his fingers up and down the pale shaft. He stroked for a moment or two, as if mesmerised, then added "strong, like a man should be, but...somehow fragile, fleeting. It always surprises me." Nicholas had certainly not taken his visitor to be a connoisseur, but then who knows what passes through a man's mind when he sees his heart's desire, particularly when that desire is a hard cock, he mused to himself. Nicholas' guest explored the cock standing hard before him. It was long thick and smooth. It was thick enough so that he could just about manage to wrap his fist around it, and long enough to be impressive. The shaft was pale and smooth, with few of the hard pulsing veins that you found on some cocks, he mused. The balls were on the small side and held tightly to the root of the cock. They did not hang low so he had a more or less uninterrupted view of the path towards the young man's hole, buried between his hard rear cheeks. There was no hair; balls, cock and rear were smooth as a new-born. It did not particularly surprise him. He had come across clean-shaven men in his travels, just another fetish to intrigue and titillate. He pulled the shaft down so that the naked cockhead stood before his face. Flawless. Nicholas had pulled back his foreskin to reveal to his visitor the large dark pink head of his cock. It glistened with pre-cum which the older man collected with his thumb. Placing the digit in his mouth, he sighed as he swilled it around his mouth before swallowing. It was as if he had just been served a small expensive delicacy from the Continent. A New Client "Perfect" he announced. "Young man, your cock is astoundingly perfect in every detail." He carefully handled Nicholas tool, barely touching the shaft with his fingers. He delicately moved it around so that different aspects caught the light, one moment the tight balls, another the smooth pale shaft, the distended head all the while sparkling with its continuous coating of juice. He sighed once more and then popped Nicholas cock fully into his mouth and sucked. He slurped and popped as the rampant cock went in and out of the older man's mouth, Nicholas all the time guiding his cock to where it would give the most pleasure. The man's cheeks concaved as he pulled Nicholas cock deeper into his throat, enjoying the feeling of the younger man's powerful thrusts. He held on to Nicholas thighs, feeling the light soft hairs that covered the muscles of his legs with his fingers. The standing man thrust his cock over and over again into the other man's wide open mouth, fucking his throat until he barely had room to breathe. After a short while the seated man withdrew Nicholas cock from his mouth, sucked the dark pink end and demanded, "Give me your behind boy, I need to fuck you now!" He busied himself with his trouser front, trying to undo the buttons. His impatience and passionate drive soon got the better of him as he ripped open his trousers, sending buttons flying across the room. He pulled out a large throbbing veined cock from his underwear. Nicholas was taken aback, the man's cock looked angry. It was certainly much larger than he had imagined and while he had taken similar lengths before, it might prove uncomfortable, at least at first. The man grabbed his swollen cock roughly, pulled the foreskin back and revealed an almost purple head. Pre-cum was profusely dribbling across it sending long lines of drool down on to his fist. "How much to sit on this sir?" he smiled as he pointed his cock towards Nicholas. The seated man's eyes were beginning to lose their focus so Nicholas imagined that it probably would not be for long. Still, the man was so far gone; he could probably charge a descent amount and get away with it. "Another two hundred pounds and I can guarantee that my behind will ride your cock until you are fully spent." The seated man took his wallet, started to count out the individual notes, but then spontaneously changed his mind and threw the entire contents out on the table beside him. "Take the lot sir. There must be five hundred there. That must surely be worth giving me a good ride for my money. I want to make sure that that pretty pert bottom of yours becomes so sore that you won't be able to sit for the rest of the day." He chuckled to himself at his own brazenness. Nicholas, looking again at the large veined angry weapon, now slick with pre-cum, wondered how many of this gentleman's servants must have regular sore behinds. Still, the pile of bank notes on the table was appreciably high and full, and therefore it was time he produced his own reward. Nicholas raised himself up on to the seated man's chair, a foot on either of the widely spaced arms. He allowed the man to maintain control over his own cock, he had paid exceedingly well for the privilege, and slowly lowered himself into the waiting man's lap. He felt a nudge at his behind and then felt the man's cock slide between his cheeks, his pre-cum lubricating his hole, as the man raised himself to meet Nicholas body. Nicholas moved further and further down onto the older man's lap, the man himself confidently guiding his cock towards the ultimate goal. He impatiently pushed the large head partly into Nicholas rear end, but Nicholas raised himself again. The seated man let out a little groan, but Nicholas again lowered himself on to the waiting cock, allowing the cock to push past his barrier and then out again. He did this a few times until he was sure that the man was beyond retreat, and so allowed the whole cock head to slide past the walls of his moist, warm hole. He stopped a moment, gathered his thoughts, and then pushed slowly and deliberately downwards, taking more and more of the seated man's angry shaft. He continued his slow downward path until he felt the man's hairy groin against his cheeks and then finally the balls. He'd got there. Wasn't quite as bad as he had expected, quite comfortable really. He allowed himself a few moments to become accustomed to the cock and its position in his behind, and then began to slowly move up and down. The older man whimpered at the feeling his impaled cock was giving him. The walls inside the entrance to Nicholas behind hugged the man's cock tightly. The seated man grabbed both cheeks of the young man in front of him, slapping one roughly so that it echoed loudly across the room. The younger man's hard cock slid up and down the seated man's waistcoat, as he began to bounce more energetically up and down the captured cock. "You like this don't you?" the seated man muttered. "Your cock is as hard as mine." "Mmmm" murmured Nicholas, pushing up and down on the cock. "You like a man's cock up you, deep in your pretty hole." Nicholas let him talk; many men preferred it that way, it made them even more aroused, in control. As long as Nicholas confirmed their questions, all was usually well. The seated man began to moan loudly and to push himself off the seat trying to get deeper and deeper into the younger man's hot, tight tunnel. "How many...have fucked you...this deep?" He pushed even further into Nicholas, grunting repeatedly, while Nicholas sighed longingly. He knew that he could make this last if he wished to, prolonging the man's needs and desires. He could have him whimpering long before he emptied his hot, white seed deep into him, but as needs must, he had another client in a couple of hours and so his time was short, at least this time around. His client was fast losing control and would soon empty himself "...emptying their...balls..." "Mmmm" "Filling your tight, hot body with..." "Yes..." "With..." "Mmmm." "cum...oh my god... I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" Nicholas felt the man's cock expand and then thrust after thrust of hot, white cum forced itself out of the man's angry cock deep into the body of Nicholas. The seated man repeatedly kissed, sucked and licked the younger man's chest in a flurry of orgasmic passion, even gratitude. It took a while for the man's cock to stop pulsating fully, but eventually he had finished. Nicholas slowly raised himself from the seated man's lap until his cock flopped out of his by now fully stretched hole. He clenched his buttocks in order that cum didn't seep out and ruin the man's suit. However, the man stopped him by catching hold of his thighs. "Wait a moment." The man quietly pleaded. Nicholas looked puzzled, but remained squatting over the man. The seated man pushed a couple of fingers into him, curved them slightly, and then retrieved them. They were covered with globules of his recently spent cum. He proffered the fingers to Nicholas. "Some for you..." Nicholas smiled, moved forward and took the proffered fingers gently into his mouth. He sucked all of the warm, salty liquid that had just spewed deep inside him, and swallowed. The man replaced his two fingers into Nicholas hole and repeated the process. This time however, he observed his fingers, fascinated in some way by the thick white cum. Then he smiled to himself and said "...and some for me" and with that he placed the two fingers into his own mouth, sucked them clean and swallowed. A New Client: Ann This lesbian matchmaking service that Lynne had gotten me involved in was paying off big time, not only in dollars for me and her but also in sexual partners for me. The latter is much more important than the former because I really do not need the money. Until last night, I only had one "match" who was April. Lynne calls it a "match" to disguise the fact that her "matches" are really clients and that she is in fact running a lesbian escort service. I had no idea that there would be a demand for such a service, but Lynne assures me there is and she hooked me up with Ann last night. If anyone wants to know how all of this started, they can read my two previous stories about my involvement in lesbian prostitution. Lynne described Ann as being very different from April. For one thing she was not a domme, for another she was not wealthy. So she could not pay as much for the "match." Lynne and I will split the $200 fee fifty—fifty. We both made a hell of a lot more money off of April, but then she can afford it and she was very demanding. I spent two evenings with her as her subby little slave playing mommy—daughter one night and teacher—student the other night. Both nights were fun and sexually satisfying but there was something that I did not like about April despite the fact that she is a beautiful woman. Frankly I do not think she is a particularly nice person. She strikes me as being a very selfish bitch which I guess is fine as long as she is willing to pay big bucks to have sex with me. She did get me off in a big way both nights. Ann had only a few hours to engage in some bisexual lust with me because her husband was out of town and she dropped her kids off at her sisters. I am assuming that hubby does not know about her desires and we had to do it at my apartment because she could not afford a hotel room. Lynne had described her as being in her early 30s which made her only couple of years older than me; on the small side, maybe 5'4" which contrasts with my extreme height for a woman, but that was okay with me because I like small women. She is very slender with rather small breasts, which was also okay with me since I'm not really into big breasts although mine are full and fortunately proportionate to my height and weight. She described her hair and short and mousy brown, while my hair is also brown but it goes down my back and it is wavy. Lynne also described her as being attractive, not beautiful but attractive. She also prefers vanilla sex and has a passion for cunnilingus both giving and receiving. Now that was certainly all right with me. She arrived at my apartment exactly a 6 pm. She needed to leave by 10 pm to pick up the kids. So that would give us a good 4 hours. When I opened the door to invite her in, a look of total panic swept over her face and she just stood there frozen. We knew each other. She is married to a banker that my firm does business with an we have met at several social functions. She turned to walk away and I called out "You might as well come in and talk about it. The damage has already been done." She turned back to look at me and then followed me inside trembling and obviously shaken. I sat her on the sofa and got her a glass of wine which she started gulping. Sitting down next to her I said, "Ann. I can assure you that I will not mention this to anyone. What we may do together is nobody's business but our own." "If anyone ever found out," she wept. "My marriage and my family would come to an end." "Well no one is going to hear anything from me," I replied. "I certainly do not want anyone to know that I take money from women who want to make love to me. Lynne may call it matchmaking but others might call it prostitution. It would destroy my professional image in the community and it would also hurt my business. "Why do you do it?" she asked. "You don't need the money." "I do it because I get to meet beautiful women like you who happen to enjoy sex with other women. Believe me. It is a lot better than the bar scene," I explained. By now she had gulped down three glasses of wine and was beginning to feel no pain. She was also beginning to relax. She smiled at me and said, "You know, ever since I found out you were gay, I have been really attracted to you but I was too afraid to let you know." "Frankly Ann," I replied. "I have always found you attractive but I do not put moves on married women. It's bad for my reputation. But now that I know that you like other women I'm getting a little excited and my pussy is starting to get a little damp." She just smiled at me so I leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, she immediately returned the kiss with a surprising degree of aggressiveness which I liked. We were soon embracing each other and playing tongue duels. Her hands went to my breasts and began massaging them through the light cotton fabric of my tight tank top. I was not wearing a bra and my nipples became hard very quickly. I slipped a hand inside of her halter dress and gently stroked her tiny breast until her nipple got real hard and she let out a soft moan. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, "I am sorry my breasts are not bigger. I really like yours. They are so nice and full and firm." "Don't worry Ann," I whispered back at her. "I like small breasts." As I pulled my tank over the top of my head and undid the string to her halter exposing quite a lovely little set of A cup tits with puffy little nipples that I could not resist sucking on while she gently played with my own breasts. My hand went under her dress and my palm touched her warm inner thigh. Her legs opened immediately inviting me in. I softly stroked up one inner thigh and down the other as we returned to kissing and licking each other's necks. Lynne says she likes her sex gentle so gentle it would be and I kind of liked it that way too as a pleasing alternative to the rough sex and domination that I experience with other women. Her hand went under my denim mini and immediately touched my cotton covered pussy. "My God you are soaking wet," she proclaimed, breaking a kiss. She rubbed me a little and then removed her hand and placed her fingers in her mouth. "Oh Jesus," you taste good too she remarked and quickly put her hand back under my skirt. My fingers touched her nylon covered pussy and she too was wet. "Let's kiss and rub each other to a couple of really nice orgasms before we get completely undressed and go into the bedroom," I suggested softly and her fingers began rubbing me more ardently has her tongue rammed its way into my mouth. My fingers began to furiously rub her clit while my lips moved down to her delicious little puffies. She started moaning and groaning, and I could feel her lithe little body tense up. I took her to the brink and held her there for several moments. Her fingers on my pussy went still as she closed her eyes and arched her back. All of a sudden she let out one really horrendous scream and began to quake in my arms. I continued to fiercely rub her clit driving her through yet another orgasm accompanied by the same loud scream. Fortunately my apartment is sound proof. I continued rubbing her clit through her panties and sucking on her left nipple to see if I could get one more out of her and sure enough I did but this time she completely collapsed into a puddle of quivering jelly. I let go of her and she curled up on the sofa in the fetal position and continued to shake for a while. I took the opportunity to stand and remove my skirt and panties. Her eyes opened and focused on me. "My God you are beautiful," she whispered. Then all of a sudden she looked really sad and said, "But I didn't get you off." I just smiled down at her and said, "Not to fret. We still have plenty of time and remember, you are paying me and Lynne so that you can get off." "Please don't think bad about me," she pouted. "It's the only way I can satisfy my lust for other women. I can't go out to the bars. People in town know me." "Anne let me try to explain something again," I went on. "I don't work for Lynne because I need the money. I do it because I get to meet beautiful women like yourself and frankly I get quite a sexual charge out of knowing that someone like you would pay good money to let me get her off." "Well you did a really good job of it," she replied with a smile on her face. "I have not cum like that in years." "Hubby doesn't do it for you?" I queried. "Rarely," she frowned. "I usually have to fake it." "What about Lynne's other girls?" I asked. "They are pretty good, but not as good as you," she said. Then she looked closely at me. "Julie you have no hair on your pussy, just a little on top," she proclaimed. "Yes," I replied, "I like to keep it bare. More stimulating that way." "Oh God," she said. "Can I lick it?" "Of course you can," I replied. "Follow me into the bedroom and get out of that dress." Unlike the living room which was awash with light streaming through the sheer curtains of the patio door, my bedroom was dark. The shades were drawn preventing any light from coming in. I lit four candles on each of the bedside tables, lifted the comforter, slid in and invited her to join me which she eagerly did. We faced each other with our bodies pressed together and began kissing. Then she pushed me on my back and began to slide down. I stopped her and said, "Let's talk a little first before we get into it again." "Talk? Talk about what?" she asked in disbelief. "You," I replied. "Like how often do you avail yourself of Lynne's services?" "About once a month or maybe once every six weeks," she answered back. "It depends on Steve's travel schedule. Why do you want to know?" "Because it turns me on," I said fingering my own pussy. "When did you start with other women?" I asked. "Well I was a freshman in college. It was my roommate. Somehow she got us some booze and we got drunk and we wound up doing it," she explained. "And you liked it?" I pressed. "Yes," she replied. "Did you and your roommate do it again after that?" I pushed even further. "Yes," she mumbled. "But we also did guys too." "Had you ever thought about doing it with another girl before it happened with your roommate?" I asked reaching into my nightstand draw to get a dildo which I proceeded to shove into my pussy. She looked at me a little shameful and said, "Yes." "Did you play with yourself and make yourself cum while thinking about other women?" I went on. "Julie? Why are you asking me these questions?" she pleaded. "I told you," I smiled back. "It turns me on. Now take the dildo in your hand and fuck me with it." She did exactly what I told her to do and that was wonderful. I was exercising my supremacy over her and she was submitting. Lynne said she was not into anything kinky, but I was definitely into control and this little bitch was submitting to me even if she did not realize it. I guess I really am a switch. "Work that thing," I hissed. "Work it good." She just sat there shoving the fake cock in and out of me while I laid back and enjoyed it having some fond memories of when I use to fuck guys. Well Ann was not a guy but she was doing a pretty good job of hand fucking me with that fake cock eventually making me cum. It was not a great O but it helped do the trick. It cut the edge off a little bit. I pulled her to me and held her closely and kissed her gently. "Thank you Anne." "You are welcome," she replied. We laid there for a while, kissing and cuddling and fingering getting each other's juices going while I thought about what I was going to do to her next. I wanted to eat her pussy and I wanted to see how she might respond to the strapless dildo. For some reason I was feeling rather butch tonight. So I pushed her on her back and spread her legs. I was rather disappointed by the fact that Ann has an extremely hairy bush. I know that some women, and men too I guess, are into that sort of thing, but frankly I find it a bit of a turn off, but considering I was getting paid to satisfy her I dove right in and started licking between her labia, much to her delight. Fortunately she tasted ordinary—a little musky, a little salty, but not bad. I slid a couple of fingers inside and had trouble finding her G spot. In fact I could not find it at all. I paused to ask, "Anne? Do you have a G spot?" "I think so," she muttered, "But I think it is really deep." "Would you mind if I put my hand inside of you to see if I can find it?" I asked with a devilish grin on my face. "Oh God no," she gasped. "I'm too small for that." "Okay. I have a better idea," I answered back. I got off the bed and went to my closet which contains my toy chest and got my strapless dildo. Standing in front of her, I inserted the large bulbous female end inside of my cunt and turned the vibrator button on to medium. The bulb is large for a reason. It will rarely fall out no matter how active I get. Fortunately I have had enough hands inside of me that inserting it is only a little painful and once inside the pain goes away and is replaced by the pleasure of being filled up and of course there is the wonderful vibrations coming from the fully loaded batteries. I stood looking down at her and there was a look of intense fear on her face. The male end is about 8 inches long and about 3 inches in diameter. I knelt between her legs, picked each one up behind her knees and positioned the head of the dildo right between her labia. "Please don't hurt me," she sobbed. Very, very slowly, I pushed the head of the dildo inside of her a half an inch at a time causing her to moan and groan until I had about three quarters of the shaft inside of her. Then I felt some resistance. So I slowly began pushing it in and out of her, going a little bit deeper on each downward thrust. Much to my surprise, her hands grabbed the spindles of the headboard, her hips thrust up at me, and she started to scream "Fuck Me! Fuck Me!" Which is precisely what I did for well over an hour. I found her G Spot all right, It was deep inside of her and every time the head of the dildo stroked it she had an orgasm. I too was having orgasms. Little ones, seconds or minutes apart, and they kept building in intensity. Some how I managed to time them with Ann's so that we could both relax for a while with the full strap on buried deep inside of her and kiss. Eventually I reached a point of personal satisfaction so I removed the toy from her and from me, but I put it back inside of her. I worked it deep until I found her spot and caused her to scream as she went through an explosive orgasm. The poor woman's arms and legs were flailing around so much that I went and got the wrist and ankle cuffs, and tied her to the bed. I returned to the toy that was deep inside of her and began sucking on her clit. The combination of the two actions had the desired effect. She was experiencing multiple, intense orgasms, making me jealous that it was not me until she literally passed out. I undid her restraints and sucked on her little puffies until she came to. I pointed out that is was almost 10 pm and she needed to go. She dressed in silence and left. I went to bed feel pretty much satisfied. The next day Lynne called me and complained that Ann did not get a chance to eat my pussy. I told Lynne to set up another "match" with me and Ann, and she could lick my pussy, but I said that I had a condition: she had to shave her pussy for me. In the middle of the next week, I ran into Ann at a cocktail party given by the senior partner in our real estate firm. We went for a short walk out on the lawn where she informed me that she had never been fucked like that in her entire life and she had gotten a wax job just for me. Her husband Steve was curious about it, but she told him that it had to do with a yeast infection. He bought it. God men are so stupid. As we walked back to the house, she asked me if I really thought I could put my entire hand inside of her. I told her I think I could, but it would have to be slow and gentle. She just blushed with a look of terrible longing on her face. "Be prepared to pay more than $200 the next time," was the way I ended the conversation. Two days later, Lynne called me and said that Ann had asked for me on Thursday night. Hubby was going to be out of town on business and she could drop the kids off at her sister's while she did some shopping by herself and took in a movie. I agreed. I also agreed to splitting the same $200 match making fee. It seems that hubby keeps Anne on a tight financial leash. When I greeted her at my apartment door she was wearing a simple pale blue shirtwaist dress, no hose, and white sandals. I was in a tan wrap skirt, black tank, no bra, and black sandals. As I closed the door behind her, I pushed her up against the wall and immediately began kissing her which she obviously enjoyed because she kissed me right back with a considerable degree of enthusiasm. Her hands also went immediately to my breasts. So I did the same. She too was not wearing a bra. She is one of the lucky ones, she does not have to. I have to unless it's just around the house or I want to look like a slut, but that's okay since I have a passion for fancy lingerie and the money I made off of April sure did make a contribution to my wardrobe. God! Why did I think of April. She wants to take me to an S&M party next week and I really do not like her as a person. So I pushed her out of my mind and turned my attention back to Ann who was quickly trying to unwrap my skirt, which I let her do. "I get to eat you first," she said, "You promised." "Fine," I smiled back at her as I led her to my bedroom. On the way my skirt slipped off and Ann slipped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She just about pushed me on the bed and then lowered her herself on top of me and kissed me deeply as her hands played with my breasts. There are some women who know how to kiss and others who do not. Ann was a kisser; a really good kisser. April is only fair, she kisses like a man, not soft and gentle like a woman. Ann moved down to my breasts and started working on my nipples with her tongue, lips, and to a little extent, her teeth. I like the teeth part. Her hands were also busy trying to get my thong off so I helped her by pushing it down, raising my legs, and kicking it off. That's when she descended on my pussy and did not come up for air for well over an hour. I was treated to some of the best pussy licking of my life and believe me I have had my twat eaten by a lot of women. Ann was an expert. She licked between my labia, then she sucked my clit teasing me, then she sucked on my labia, and then continued to suck on my clit because she could sense that a tremendous orgasm was building up inside of me. With the help of two finger inside of me she drove me through six astonishing orgasms in a little over an hour's time until I begged her to stop and let me relax. She pulled back kneeling on the bed, beaming at me. "Julia you taste so fucking good," she proclaimed. "Oh sorry about the language." "Don't worry," I mutter coming out of it. "I like dirty talk." "Do you like dirty sex too?" she asked. "Sometimes," I answered. "Depends on what you mean by dirty." "Turn over and kneel on the bed," she said. "I want to take you from behind." Doggy isn't my favorite position, but she was paying for it so I assumed the position. She got behind me and ran her tongue between my ass cheeks causing me to shutter. "If she is going to rim me and lick my ass, I will be in heaven," I said to myself. And that is precisely what she began to do. Her tongue gently swirled around my anus before she began pushing it inside of me. Then she put two fingers in my pussy and her thumb on my clit while her tongue kept fucking my ass hole. That did it. The first orgasm seemed to come out of no where and hit me like a rock, followed immediately by a long build up to yet another orgasm that I thought was going to break my back. A New Client: Ann "Stop! Please stop!" I gasped and fell flat faced on the bed, heaving and gasping for air. She cuddled up next to me and began licking my neck. My hand slid down between our bodies and I gently stroked the soaking wet front of her panties and almost immediately her body went rock hard and she screamed through an intense orgasm. It must have been the anticipation while licking me. When she was through, I got up and got us a bottle of wine and two glasses. We cuddled on the bed sipping our wine, exchanging kisses and stroking each other giving each other tiny but oh so satisfying little Os. I paused for a minute and said, "Ann. You are a lesbian." "What?" she asked with a look of surprise on her face. "Annie," I replied. "The way you made love to me, you have to be a lesbian." She looked at me seriously and said, "Please don't call me Annie. Steve calls me that and I hate it." "Do you hate your husband?" I asked. "No. I don't hate him," she replied. "I just put up with him for the sake of the children." "Do you enjoy sex with him?" "You asked me that the last time," she responded with a tinge of anger in her voice. "No I do not like sex with him." "What about other men?" That got no response. "See. You are a lesbian." She put her glass down on the nightstand and began to cry. I held her in my arms and rocked her back and forth. "You are right," she blubbered through elephant tears. Recovering, she gasped, "Julie is it possible to love another woman and be in a romantic relationship that is filled with love and caring?" "Oh please Ann," I responded. "Not me. This is strictly business. I already have a lover." "I know you do," she replied. "I was just asking in general." "How do you know?" I asked curiously. "Well I've seen you with an older woman at social functions and the two of you look so happy together," she went on to explain. "I also asked Lynne and she says your lover is Eden but where is she?" "She is in Paris for the summer on business," I replied. "Do you . . . Ah . . . rent yourself out when she is around?" is asked meekly. "Not so far," I answered truthfully. "So why have you started doing it now?" she pressed me. "Because I have certain sexual needs and I do not want to create any emotional entanglements," I responded emphatically. "When does she return?" Ann asked. "In a month," I answered. "So I can have you a couple of more times before she returns?" she asked desperately. Then I made a really big mistake. I said, "Ann. If you swear never to say anything at all to Lynne, I would be willing to see you anytime and not charge you a cent." She looked absolutely stunned. Realizing the error I had just made, I wanted to shut down the conversation so I pulled off her panties and began lapping at her cunt until she had three really good Os in a row. When she recovered, she poured herself another glass of wine, laid back on the bed, sipped it, and said, "Steve's cheating on me." "How do you know that?" I asked curiously. "Oh just little things like he does not want sex from me very often except for a morning blow job now and then. And the trips. I don't think the trips are really for business." "So what are you going to do about it?" I asked. "Nothing," she replied. "Maybe he will ask me for a divorce." "Why don't you divorce him?" I asked. "He's the one cheating on you." "I can't prove it," she mumbled. "Hire a private detective," I suggested. "I can't afford one," she answered back. "I don't have any control over our money." Big mistake number two was just waiting to happen. I said, "I know a very good private detective who will get all of the evidence you need that he is cheating on you, and probably on pictures or even film, and I will pay for her services and you can pay me back from the divorce settlement. I also know the best divorce lawyer in town because I have fucked her a few times. She will understand your predicament and she will win your case for you if the detective comes up with the right evidence." There was total silence from her. I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. "If I get to keep my children, what's it like being a lesbian with children?" she asked. "Well I do not have any first hand experience, but I know several lesbians who are either single or in relationships who have children and they seem to be doing fine." "At 4 and 6 they might begin asking questions about why their mother is different," she stated flatly. "No that's too young," I answered back. "What are the chances that I might find another woman and fall in love with her?" she asked. "There are a lot of single lesbians in this city Ann," I responded with assurance. "I am sure you will find one, but finding the right one might take a little while. You might have to put up with being on your own for a little while and dealing with casual sex." "Casual would be better than none," she remarked emphatically and then in the tone of a little girl she asked, "Are you serious? Would you help me with the detective and the lawyer? And would you not charge me for your services." "Yes my Dear Ann," I replied knowing that I had just dug a big hole that I had just stepped into. "Only don't fuck the lawyer. She is a taker not a giver. The private dick "Ha Ha" is another matter. She is really good in bed." She gave me a big kiss and stuck some fingers in my pussy and then moved down to resume licking me again. About a third of a way to an orgasm I stopped her and told her to make a cone shape out of her fingers and force her whole hand inside of me. She looked at me in disbelief but did as I asked and her hand slipped inside of me with little trouble. I told her to make a fist and turn her hand around while sucking on my clit. Well it was not long before the explosions started and I was taken to a very far away place where I felt like my insides were being turned inside out, but in a good way, and I was screaming my head off with pleasure. I woke up the next morning alone in bed with a dull throbbing ache in my pussy but a feeling of being completely satisfied. About 10 am that morning I got a call at work from Ann. She said she was ready to meet with the private detective and the lawyer. I agreed to set things up. She also mentioned that Steve was still out of town and she could dump the kids at her sister's. I told her to come over a 6 pm. All afternoon I was distracted from my work by thoughts of how I might explore her submissive side without hurting her emotionally. She was taking a big step and she needed a lot of support. That's when I decided to find a way for her to meet Cassie and Mel, two very good lesbian friends of mine who have been together for a long time. Cassie is a shrink so I think I will give her some background on Ann so she might know how to properly respond. For some strange reason I had this compelling desire to help Ann. It was clear to me that she was obviously gay and had a strong desire for other women. It was also obvious that she has submissive tendencies. While I am usually sub, I can switch and the domme in me was feeling an intense desire to see just how far I could take Ann before actually really hurting her. Then all of a sudden I changed my mind about that. She needed to confirm her lesbian nature before moving on to explore other dark realms of sexual desire and satisfaction.