0 comments/ 24106 views/ 1 favorites Lip Service By: Alyce Lip Service is Part Two to my first Literotica submission, Wilderness WanderLust, listed in the Erotic Couplings category. I hope you enjoy both! - Alyce * * * * * One of my favorite little maxims is "If you play, you pay." Of course saying this doesn't automatically ensure that every decision I make is well-thought out and carefully examined for all possible dangerous repercussions. Actually, what it does mean is that I can tell you how to live your life best, but please ignore the mess I've made with my own. When I first propositioned David, I'll admit, it was a little spur-of-the-moment. Frankly, I had been so keyed up and outrageously horny (ah, Springtime) that the words were tumbling out of my mouth before I really had considered how a physical relationship would affect our professional one. Not that I'm regretting the sex (oh sweet mother of pearl.. the sex...) mind you, but all I'm saying is sometimes the greater the pleasure, the greater the pain. Our Spring breezed into Summer, and before I knew it, Autumn had appeared on my calendar. The year was flying by. The busier I became, the faster my days turned into nights. Long, frustrating nights, I should add. It had been about four months since David and I took our morning hike that lovely Spring day. We had such a fun morning, learning each others bodies, what set each other off… But, the initial spark had blazed, then dulled, faster than I could have imagined. Perhaps we had spent most of our energy on the anticipation. Not that we no longer flirted when we had the chance, but the intensity of the moment sure seemed to have waned. It was disappointing—for me at least. I could only guess what went through David's head these days. He always seemed so damn preoccupied. One day I decided to see if he was still interested in having "the occasional fling". "Good morning, Mr. Thomas," I said cheerily, leaning into his office. I held a box of grocery store goodies in my hand. I gave him a naughty smile, raising my eyebrows. "You want one of my muffins? One left." He looked up at me and grinned. "Yes!" I laughed and handed him the box. He pointed his thumb at a chair. "Have a seat." "What's up?" I asked as I sat. "How are you?" "I'm well," I paused. I noticed the funny look on his face. "What?" "I've been thinking about you." He stretched, his arms reaching high above his head while he arched back. I feasted my eyes on his large frame, his broad shoulders, his expansive chest with just the right amount of hair and these large nipples completely made for tonguing… Well, ahem, so the hair and nips were hidden behind his shirt, but hey, I have a vivid imagination and a good memory. Hmm. I noticed that he also put on about ten pounds. When he relaxed again, his large left paw landed on his crotch and he adjusted his pants. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "And your point is?" "My point, Ms. Anderson, is that I want to see you again." "Oh." Ok, now, I'll admit, as much as I HATE playing the role of a stereotype, I could not stop the next phrase from passing through my lips. "So why haven't you called?" "It's been one thing after another. You know I had the McAndrew project to deal with, then I had to address the Sauder-Weider issue…" Now David rolled his eyes. "And of course there's Lisa's schedule." Lisa. Lisa Thomas. Oh, did I mention that David is married? Must have slipped my mind… I ignored the reference to his wife. "Listen, David, we didn't make any promises to one another. If you don't want to continue this—" I waved my hand, searching for the right words. "I do! I think about you whenever I get the chance." He leaned forward, sliding his desk chair towards me. "You think I don't want to be with you?" David grabbed my hand and pressed it into the bulge in his pants. His dick was hard. "I think it's obvious that I really want 'this' to continue." My fingers stroked up and down the rigid length through the fabric. "I get sick of seeking you out, David. And, this isn't the first time you've said how badly you've wanted to get-together, then something always comes up, and it isn't usually this." I squeezed his cock once before releasing it. "I know, I know." "You know the 3 rules, and number two is respect for one another. That's all I'm asking." I sat back in my chair. "David?" Michael Barton stood at the door, peering in. "Do you have the papers on the Alpine seminar series?" "Ah, yeah, hang on." David slid his chair away from mine and started to rummage through the mess on his desk. He looked guilty. I didn't. I decided to take my leave then. I stood and slipped out past Michael, giving him a quick smile. He just nodded and shot me a knowing look. I had no doubt that Michael suspected something naughty was going on, but I also knew that he wasn't the type to speculate or gossip. About 3 hours later my cell rang. I glanced at the caller ID. It was the office, and I knew it was David. I let it ring four times before I answered. "Hello?" "Hello, Ms. Anderson," David's deep voice trickled into my ear. Even though I was annoyed with him, my body disobeyed and a little jolt of want ran though me. "Yes? What can I do for you?" I really wanted to blow him off, but my libido tends to rule my better judgment. "Why did you leave my office so abruptly?" he asked. "I didn't want another awkward moment with Michael." "Where are you now?" "In my car." "Coming back?" "Nope." And then we enjoyed a moment of silence. He broke it first. "What are you doing on Wednesday, next week, early evening?" "I guess I have no real plans." I flicked on my turn signal and pulled into the lot where I parked my car. "Can you stop into my office on Tuesday?" I should have said "no" and been done with the whole situation, but I found myself agreeing before I ended the call. ***** Tuesday. He wasn't in his office when I arrived, so I sat and waited. I had been careful choosing my outfit that day. The fitted light blue sweater hugged my chest, drawing immediate attention to my perky girls, while the slim ankle-length charcoal-colored skirt played over my soft hips and behind. A slit in the skirt ran to mid-thigh. I added a pair of knee-high black boots to compliment the ensemble. All the right curves were accentuated. My long chestnut-colored hair was pulled up and away from my face. I left a few small locks loose; I wasn't going for a severe look. Actually, I felt pretty damn good about myself. A quick glance in the bathroom mirror down the hall today revealed two confident sparkling blue eyes. I crossed my legs and waited. Two minutes had barely passed when David appeared. His eyes swept up my body and a little groan slipped from his throat. My lips curled into a tiny smile. Hey, I like to be appreciated for my looks just as much as I like my head to be respected. "Mmph…" David winced in apparently some sort of sexual longing. He reached for my hands and pulled me to my feet. His eyes stayed glued to my rack. One hand quickly glided across the front of my sweater before he released me. The damn office door was open as usual. "Good morning, Mr. Thomas. How are you today?" I purred softly. Funny, I could always forgive him for being so insensitive towards me when he got that look of lust on his face. It tended to inflate my ego. "Unh…" he sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth, adjusted the swelling in his pants, and sat down. He took my hands again and pulled me to stand between his spread legs. He gave me a look that screamed exasperation. "Don't be mad." I frowned. This was not a good way to begin any conversation. I steadied myself. "What?" "I have to finish preparing the Alpine seminar series project—by Thursday morning. There's no way I can see you on Wednesday." I shook my hands free from his and stepped back. Well, didn't it figure? I reached for my leather coat and purse, saying nothing. "Hey," David stood and stepped towards me, wrapping his fingers around my left arm. "I have no choice." His big blue eyes searched mine for… forgiveness? Hardly, I thought bitterly. "The Alpine project should have been completed a week and a half ago," I answered. I was right. There was no reason he shouldn't have finished it. I shrugged off his grasp and backed away. "I'll make it up to you." "Yeah." "I had really wanted to see you tomorrow too. You're not the only frustrated one here." "I'm not going to argue." I turned and marched towards the office door. "I'll call you," he said as I left. I fought the shudder of anger that ran through me and kept walking. ***** That was 3 weeks ago. I know the world would've been shocked to learn that he didn't call. I know that I shouldn't have been so disappointed, but I was. I had thought… So there I sat, my head in my hand as I sat at my desk, agonizing over my latest project. For once I was really swamped with work, and feeling a little overwhelmed. Still, that was probably a good thing. My mind was kept busy with more important matters other than David. David. As if on cue, he appeared. I was aware of someone filling the doorway and I looked up. He didn't smile. Neither did I. "Hi." He cleared his throat. "Something I can do for you?" I asked. I was still pissed. No one likes to be blown off. And frankly, I have no idea why I accepted his callous treatment towards me. "What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?" he asked. "Why?" "I took the day off. I wanted you to spend it with me." David leaned his bulky frame against the door. "Oh." I looked down at the work on my desk. Ok, I had several ways I could handle this. I could tell him, A, to go fuck himself, B, that I'd love to spend the afternoon with him, or C, that I would like to see him tomorrow, but really didn't trust him to come through. I didn't have to decide. David made the decision for me. "Listen, I know I've been paying you a lot of lip service, and for once I'd like to use my mouth for something other than pissing you off." He started to smile. Ok, he wins. I found myself grinning back. I shook my head. "Mr. Thomas, you are quite the bastard, you know that? I don't know why I put up with you." "Tomorrow, about 12:15. We'll leave from here." His wicked tongue ran over his thick lips. Today I wore the glazed look in my eyes. "I'll be there," I sighed. Gee, I really had to work on my backbone. David grinned, winked, and left my office. I sent my head back to my hands and groaned. ***** The next day I headed into the office and finished up on several odd jobs I had been putting off. My mind was elsewhere, however, and I watched the clock all morning. I had forgotten to ask David just where we were heading, so I threw on a pair of jeans and a form-hugging tee. The "girls" looked stellar in it. But I assumed it didn't matter what I wore. I pulled my hair up with my hand and considered putting it into a pony-tail, but changed my mind and let the mane fall down my back. It was soft and shiny. I had scented it with patchouli that morning. At 12:10pm I grabbed my backpack (I had no idea what he had planned so I packed a few essentials) and headed for the parking lot. He had parked by my car. I trotted over and he unlocked the door for me. I slid inside, placing my backpack on the floor at my feet. Glancing up, I noticed he was dressed casual too, in jeans and a sweatshirt. I let my eyes wander further up. "Ready?" he asked from behind dark sunglasses. "Yup." I put on my seatbelt as we left the parking lot and headed to destination unknown. "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise," he grinned, reaching over and pulling me to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth. "Please watch the road," I said as we whisked down the highway. "Relax!" he fiddled with the radio. He was in a good mood, and it was catching. I laughed. We were back in our fun zone. Flirting, talking about everything from work to the latest local scandals. We drove for about 20 minutes before David turned off the highway. A short distance farther and we were bouncing up a dirt road through the woods. I didn't know the area. It was a bit chilly for hiking, but what the hell! Between adrenalin and lust, I was sure I'd be fine. Besides, David's body always put off a nice amount of heat. After racing up about 5 miles of loose dirt and gravel, we turned into what appeared to be a driveway. Past a long row of old pine, was a tiny cabin nestled back far from the prying eyes of the whole world. I looked at David, wondering. He shut off the car and gave me the biggest smile. "Here we are!" he announced. "Did you buy a cabin?" I asked. "Belongs to a friend," he answered. Then he waved a set of keys at me. "And he let me borrow these." I looked back at the cabin through the windshield. A tiny curl of smoke rose from the chimney. "Ready? Let's go." David and I climbed out of the car and we met at the front. He took my hand, leading me up onto the porch. I turned and took in the view. It was a beautiful Autumn day. You could smell the blending scents of the turning leaves, cool breezes, and smoke from the fireplace. It was a slice of paradise. David unlocked the door and we went inside. I stopped, completely in shock. The man actually made the effort to do something sweet—for once. He must have been there earlier. The cabin was small, really only two rooms: the one we were standing in and the bath. The main room housed the fireplace, with it's happy little blaze. A small table in the corner was set with red wine and 2 glasses. There was a huge bed stuffed into another corner, and a comfy-looking sofa sat opposite. The bed was turned down. Soft music floated in the background. David's hands landed on my shoulders and his body pressed against my back. I could feel his erection straining through his jeans and poking me just above my hips. He pulled my hair away from my neck and nuzzled me just under my left ear. I shivered, feeling my nipples immediately harden. "Am I forgiven?" he whispered softly into my ear. "Almost," I answered, a small smile dancing across my lips before my eyes closed. "Almost…" He cupped my breasts then, gently kneading them as he ground a slow rhythm against my body with his crotch. I reached upwards and back, catching his face between my hands. Tilting my head up, our eyes met and David bent to kiss me, his warm tongue pressing slowly into my mouth. He rolled my nipples between his fingertips, occasionally pinching them hard. I turned my body and pressed myself to his chest. He hugged me, so tightly. "Come here." David broke the embrace and led me by the hand to the sofa. He sat and positioned me to stand between his long legs. "I like this shirt," he said, his fingers rubbing softly over my nipples. They thrust towards him, begging for his attention. David leaned in and caught the left one with his teeth, biting it gently through my shirt. I moaned and dug my fingers into the hair at the nape of David's neck. He nibbled while I squirmed, completely and happily at his mercy. His hands squeezed my full behind, massaging my flesh through my jeans, his fingers pressing between my legs. Finally I couldn't stand the teasing. I pulled David's mouth from my breast and turned his face up. We kissed, softly, lips sucking, wet tongues playing around the corners of each other's mouth. His hands found their way under my shirt, pulling the fabric up and over my head. He tossed it to the floor and spun me around. I felt skilled fingers unhook my bra, and it followed the shirt. Once again, he turned me to face him. David buried his face between my bare breasts kissing my skin as he quickly undid my jeans. He jerked the pants down my legs and to my ankles before he stood back up. I held on to him to steady myself. I felt a little… on display—naked while he was still completely clothed. I think he knew this. "Not so tough when you're stripped down to the skin, are you?" David breathed huskily into my ear. I looked at him in surprise. He laughed low. He was behind me once again, and he finished removing my jeans, pulling my blue cotton panties off with them. I had kicked off my sandals at some point during the earlier bump and grind. I stood there, completely naked, my back to David. The air felt cool, and my nipples were responding to more than David's attentions. Goose-flesh covered my skin. The chill only added to the butterflies dancing in my stomach. For some reason, I was nervous. And it felt so good. David's hands were on my shoulders again, and I jumped under his touch. He urged me forward onto the sofa, and I knelt, my back facing him. He positioned my arms over the back of the furniture, so that I was stretched forward, my knees left on the sofa's edge. My legs were spread lewdly, exposing my soft pussy lips as they peeked out from between my legs. David drew a finger oh-so-gently along my slit. I sucked in a quick breath. So he was going to tease me. I heard a rustle of clothing behind me, and glanced back. David quickly shed his sweat shirt and jeans. As usual, he wasn't wearing any underwear. His thick cock was hard and bouncing in anticipation. The head was almost a dark purple. It looked as though it would burst. However, David didn't bring his erection to the sweet folds of my pussy. Instead, he knelt behind me, his face level to my backside. He paused, and I felt his fingers spreading my sex, opening my most private parts. I laid my head on the back of the sofa and shivered in anticipation. Then his mouth was on me, his face buried in my pussy. He rubbed his lips, his nose, his chin, his entire face in my quivering wetness, before plunging his tongue deep inside me. I arched involuntarily and thrust my ass high, baring myself, begging David to continue his wicked assault on my nether regions. He didn't disappoint me. I felt his thumbs pull my lips apart and immediately, he found my little clit. He went to work, mouthing my tender nub between his lips furiously. This instant intensity always pushed me right to the limit and held me there, poised past arousal but not quite to orgasm. It was the sweetest agony. David sucked my clit hard, his thick lips moving over the sensitive bud while I rolled my hips, grinding my slippery flesh into his face. Every other minute or so, he'd break away and sweep his tongue along my swollen lips, pushing his tongue deep into the folds of my pussy. He pulled away for a moment, and I felt myself being invaded with two long fingers. He roughly thrust them in and out, opening me to him even more. As he fingered me, David's tongue began a ticklish journey upwards. I felt the tip touch my ass, and I jumped. He pressed his tongue against the tight hole and teased me, tasting my ass while I gasped, helplessly stretched over the sofa. Then he was back at my pussy, his fingers gone, but sucking once more at my slit, pulling my lips into his mouth. "Oh fucking yes… yes… suck me…" Sometimes I couldn't believe the words that poured out of me. I humped back against his face, thrusting my hips higher into the air. I could feel my orgasm starting way down in the heat curling my toes. My chest flushed pink, and my belly had started to tighten. My breath was ragged. Almost… there… David stopped. He pulled back abruptly and held my hips still. I jerked and looked over my shoulder, eyes wide with need and confusion. I watched as he licked his lips. I saw that little mean glint in his eye. He knew what he just did. I felt my temper flare and tried to pull away. "No," David said softly, but firmly. I paused. His hands moved to my shoulders and he guided me onto my back. My legs he lifted, and his hands pressed behind my knees. He bent my legs up and forced my knees towards my shoulders. Lip Service "Suzie send in my 3'o'clock" requested Xavier Lionheart III over the intercom. "Okay sir," Xavier leaned back in his black leather swing chair and look out of his office window over the Metropolis below. Life had been very good to him, he inherited a Fortune 500 company aged 22 and never looked back. Market analysts always commended Mr. Lionheart's ability to seal the 'deal of the century' every time. In fact his business mind was totally unparalleled. No matter whom it was his company was negotiating with, he always seemed to be able to come away from the table with vastly favorable terms compared to his rivals. Nobody knew how he did it, but Xavier Lionheart's powers of persuasion were now the stuff of legend. All of this meant that Xavier was almost constantly in a good mood; nothing ever got him down for any significant period of time and for certain he almost never got riled up. Of course there are always exceptions and in this case the exception was Lorna Bowen, A sales rep from an opportunistic, nothing firm who always seemed to find some way around Xavier strict screening process to get regular appointments with him in order to try and promote her company's latest useless product. What drove Xavier mad was how Lorna could not get it into her head that his company was not interested in endorsing any of her second rate products. Every time he sent her away unsuccessful and yet without fail she was back a few weeks later with another pink elephant to push. Xavier had tried to maintain a cool persona and treat her with a modicum of decorum but this had been going on for two years without a break and it was getting ridiculous. Recently she had even started to accuse Xavier of 'not know what sells in today's market', which was an utterly preposterous claim to make about somebody who 'Buisiness Weekly' called "The Man Who Sold Sand To The Arabs." After he successfully persuaded A Dubai Hotel Company to use Bermudan sand for its beach themed hotel instead of the local variety they could have used for free. This (even ignoring the scores of other similar themed magazine and journal articles) should have been enough to persuade any up and coming sales rep that if he says a product will not sell then that product will not sell. Yet Lorna refused to listen, she would lecture him on market fluctuations, give him investment advice and just in general act like she was the best salesperson on the planet (the irony of which increase ten-fold when you realize the person she is lecturing may well actually be the greatest salesperson on the planet.) Whenever this happened, it was all Xavier could do to stop himself from throwing her out of his forty-seven storey window. So when he saw the young brunette enter his office yet again carrying a case of what was no doubt crap, he decided now was the final straw; something had to be done. "Hello Mr. Lionheart, thank you for agreeing to see me. I know your time is precious and it will only take a moment for me to show you what we have to offer." "Hello again Miss Bowen, your visits are a joy as always." he replied in a dry and weary voice. "Now what do you have for me this week?" "I'm glad you asked," responded Lorna, putting her case onto his desk. Xavier couldn't help but catch as glimpse of cleavage as she bent forward to open the case. She certainly was an attractive girl, and in Xavier's eyes the white blouse and black skirt she was wearing really gave her a sexy yet professional look, it was the only thing about her that made these meeting in any way bearable. Xavier's eyes continued to wander as Lorna opened the case, pulled out a small tube and began her spiel: "Today's women are becoming more and more health conscious," she began. "They taken vitamin supplements, eat low carb, low fat diets and would probably drink cholesterol-free water if it existed. Well we have developed a new product that can take a woman's healthy lifestyle to the next level. May I present to you: the vitamin-stick." Lorna gave Xavier the small tube she had been holding; he looked at it like a puppy that had just been fed a bowl of broccoli. This lack of enthusiasm on Xavier part did not register at all on Lorna's radar and she just continued her speech, "It looks and feels like regular lipstick, but each application contains up to twenty-five percent of one's Recommended Daily Dosage of vitamin C. You can look good and feel healthy at the same time." Xavier looked up briefly, going seamlessly from admiring Lorna's impressive body to dismissing her unimpressive sales pitch. "Vitamin enriched lipstick?" "Yes, each tube has..." "But women aren't going to eat the lipstick though are they?" "No, but still each tube has..." "So there are actually no health benefits at all?" "Well technically no but..." "Lorna." Began Xavier, stopping her in her tracks. You are not going to persuade me to invest in your product, I made my livelihood in being able to get what I want from any negotiation and this lipstick is not what I want." "Well if you just gave me a second to explain to you about the current market trends, I am sure you will find that a gap in the market does exist for our product. If you want your company to be successful you need to invest in fresh new ideas in order to stay ahead of the game. Passing up on this contract could be a mistake your company may never financially recover from." That was it. That was the moment that Xavier decided to screw his own strict ethical code and do something about this brain aching chore of a woman who had the audacity to tell him that if he did not buy her lipstick then his three billion dollar company could go bust. "Look into my eyes Lorna, I am not interested." Lorna's attention momentarily was drawn to Xavier's eyes and once there she found herself unable to look away. She was locked into his gaze. "I tried to be patient." he began, "I really did. I declined nicely, I bid you good day, gave you advice. I did everything to not be discourteous to you yet you kept coming back. Now, I don't mind determination but you are a lousy saleswoman; in fact, I think it's time I showed you how it's done." Lorna just stared at him silently, unable to stir, unable to protest, unable to do anything except listen to his words and stare into his deep dark eyes. Xavier casually picked up one of the deep-red coloured lipsticks and continued to speak to her. "Do you know why men are attracted to a girl who wears red lipstick?" he asked her. Lorna just shook her head. "It's because it supposedly makes the woman's mouth look like a vagina and therefore fuels the man's libido. Now a lot of people dismiss this as being the crazy talk of anthropologists who have nothing better to spend their time discussing sex and perversion, but these naysayers are wrong. In fact..." He leant in towards Lorna, staring deeply into her blank blue eyes, "Red lipstick not only makes a woman's mouth look like a vagina but it also makes the girl's mouth feel like a vagina. Actually vagina is too clean a word, it really makes a girl's mouth feel like a cunt. A moist wet cunt that is desperate to be filled by any willing male cock. That's the power of red lipstick; it turns a girl's mouth into a cock hungry cunt. Do you understand me Lorna?" Lorna nodded blankly, still staring into Xavier's eyes. "What do you understand?" "Red lipstick turns a girl's mouth into a cock hungry cunt." droned Lorna. "Good girl. When a girl wears red lipstick the only thing she has on her mind is the urge to feel a cock inside her. The mouth cunt is always wet and always hungry, A red lipstick girl can never be satisfied until she can feel the cum sliding down her throat. Then and only then will she achieve satisfaction." Xavier looked even deeper into Lorna's and smiled. "Now you are a girl who loves to wear red lipstick aren't you?" Again Lorna just nodded. "Well I see you need a reapplication." smirked Xavier unscrewing the top of the tube before liberally applying the deep red colour to the young salesgirl's lips. With the lipstick applied Lorna's demeanor changed swiftly; her breathing began to speed up and her cheeks flushed red. She licked her lips tentatively which only served to increase her flustering, she seemed desperately hungry for something and Xavier knew exactly what that something was. Smiling he looked at her before motioning to his crotch: "Don't be shy," he said, "It's all yours." Lorna's face filled with relief now that she could get what she needed, she will soon be able to feel sweet satisfaction. She sank to her knees and began to relieve Xavier of his trousers and underwear. As her mouth enveloped Xavier's awaiting cock, he gave her one more instruction. "Don't forget to apply your lipstick just before every sales meeting." He reminded her, "A girl has to look her most professional when addressing clients and red is definitely your colour." THE END Lip Service [I had fun writing this story. Wait, that's not quite accurate. I had fun doing the research for this story. I made some personal discoveries during the research. It is my hope you enjoy the story. There is oral sex in this story, no coitus, no anal. Your comments and votes are encouraged.] "Is this Pete?" The voice on the phone asked. "It is. How may I be of service?" "A friend of mine gave me your number." The key opening line for this to be a business call. I smiled. "She said you ... provide a ... service that I need." Her voice was strained. She just couldn't say what she wanted. "In order for me to make an appointment for you, I first need the name of the friend who referred you." "Her name is Janice Watkins. My name is Marina Gonzalez." I wrote it all down and her phone number. "Either we can fill out the intake form when you get here or now, over the phone. It should take less than two minutes either way." "Now would be Ok." "Are you in an intimate relationship with someone now? Meaning married, living with someone you share physical intimacy with, or a sexual partnership where you do not live together." "Yes. I'm married." "When was the last time you had an orgasm that someone else gave you?" "Never!" "When was the last time you gave yourself an orgasm?" "Last night." I could hear the anger. "How often do you and your sex partner have coitus?" "Have what?" "How often does your sex partner put his penis in you?" "Down there? Three times a week, usually. In my mouth, on the other days." "Ok. Do you shave or trim your pubic hair?" "Yes, so I can wear shorts and a bathing suit." "See, that didn't take long at all. I have openings during the day or the evenings. Which do you prefer?" "Day. I need to be home before two-thirty when the kids get home." "Tomorrow at ten. Thursday at eleven or Friday at nine in the morning are the openings I have this week. You'll be here about ninety minutes." "Tomorrow. Nothing today?" "I have an opening at one, but that won't work for you. It's cutting it too close for you to be home by two-thirty." "Ok. Tomorrow." "Did Janice tell you about money?" "Yes. Cash." "Good. Please wear easy on, easy off, clothes and be as trimmed or shaved as possible. You have the address?" "Yes." "When you arrive the garage will be open. Pull inside. When you exit your car hit the red button on the wall. It will close the garage door. It also tells me you have arrived and I will come get you. Any questions?" "No. Not right now." "Any questions you have we'll answer tomorrow, so relax. I'm here to take good care of you." "I hope so." "Until tomorrow, then." "Yes. Good-bye." I hung up. I checked the phone company records and found that the number she called from was indeed under Jose Gonzalez and I wrote down the address. A small bell rang in my kitchen, letting me know the garage door had closed. My eleven o'clock appointment had arrived. I opened the door between the kitchen and the garage and saw Diane standing by her car putting something in the trunk. She turned and came to me, smiling and unbuttoning her shirt. "I'm sorry I'm dressed this way. I had a brunch to go to and had to dress this way." "It's Ok. We have a little extra time today. My appointment that follows you will be a little late." We went inside and directly into the large master bath. The tub was full and hot. I turned on the shower and then I undressed. Diane was already naked. We got in the shower and I washed her body. I knew that Diane had a thing about keeping her hair dry so we used the lower shower head. It was set so the spray aimed down from her chin level. I used an unscented soap and a natural loofa. When I got to her pussy Diane said, "If we have some time, I'd like the shave as well." "Good. I love shaving you!" When she was very clean I shut off the water and we stepped out. I wrapped her in a towel and had her lie on the massage table. She spread her legs and I added pillows to the "Y" shaped table to get her very comfortable. I pulled three warm towels from the heated cabinet and covered her torso with one and each leg got a towel over it, to keep her warm. That left her covered from head to neck, except for her vulva. I used a good shaving gel on her pubic hair and worked it in as I applied it. As I worked the gel into her hair her lips parted and I saw that she was quite wet. With a brand new razor I intended to shave every hair from her vulva. I knew Diane loved being shaved and she would cum the first time while I got her smooth. I also knew she loved being talked to while I worked. "Your lips are already puffy Diane. Were you thinking about this as you drove over?" "Yes. You know I was." The razor makes a unique noise as it draws a path down at the edges of her hair. After I shaved the edges of her hair I spoke again. "You sat in the meeting this morning wondering how many women in that room would have a lover shaving their pussies after the meeting. You smiled when you realized it was just you." She responded with a moan. Three more paths cut with the razor. I was getting closer to her lips. When I exhaled I made sure she could feel my warm breath. "Diane, I love the smell of your heat. If they bottled it a million men would walk around erect just from that fragrance." "Oh, Pete. I... are you hard?" "You know I am." I gently moved her right leg and shaved between the junction and her lips. I used my fingers to stretch her skin so I got all the hair. "There is a drop of Diane nectar sliding out of you. May I have it?" "Yes." My finger scooped it up and trailed across her skin as I got it. I sucked on my finger noisily and then moved her left leg and shaved that side, right to the edge of her lips. "All that's left is the hair so close to your clit. You must hold very still as I shave that area. One slip and it could be a disaster. Can you hold very still?" "I will try." "You must stay still. If it will help I can give you something to focus on instead of what I'm doing. Would that help?" "Yes." "Ok. Then, for a few moments, lift your legs." We had done this before and she knew what was coming. She lifted her legs and I put a warm gob of lube on her ass and shoved a small diameter butt plug inside her. When it seated I helped her put her legs back down. "Oh Jesus! I like how that feels." The razor cut across her skin and took the remaining hair. My fingers touched everywhere I had shaved. Where I found any stubble I shaved again. I used a warm, wet cloth and wiped away all the gel residue. "You did want the close shave, didn't you?" "Yes!" "Then help me feel for any hair I didn't cut close enough. If I touch a hair, tell me and I will make sure it goes away." My face lowered and my tongue widened and I stuck it into the bottom of her slit. Her back arched and she shivered. When I moved my tongue upwards toward her clit she shook hard and moaned. I moved slowly and when I touched her clit it was enough. Diane's back arched harder, she shook, the muscles just under the skin of her pussy spasmed and she grabbed the sides of the table. My tongue held still until she began to calm down a little. I withdrew and touched her skin where I had shaved. Her skin was very sensitive and she found or imagined ten or twelve hairs as I licked everywhere I had shaved. My fingers pulled at her skin, to the right or the left, to stretch so that I could shave her as close as she wanted. The razor stopped catching any hairs. They were gone. Using a hot wet cloth I covered her vulva and let the heat penetrate. My hand covered the cloth and pressed. Diane moaned again. I waited. She remained motionless for a time. Then, she moved. Less than half an inch her legs came together. The wet cloth came off and my face replaced it. My hands opened her lips and my lips sealed around her clit. I sucked hard and touched her clit with my tongue. Diane screamed! She arched again and lots of her fluid squirted from her. Her vagina opened and closed like a mouth attempting to breathe. I held onto her clit. When her arms relaxed a little and she let go of the edge of the massage table I let go of her clit. A minute later I slowly worked the butt plug out of her and cleaned her ass. I helped her off the table and into the big tub of hot water. I set the timer for ten minutes and left her alone. I went to my computer and worked. One quarter of the screen was a closed circuit picture showing her in the tub. I didn't want her falling asleep and sliding into the water. When the timer dinged I went in and helped her out of the tub. We showered quickly as a final rinse and I dried her. She dressed and put money in the box on the bathroom counter. She thanked me, kissed me soundly and I walked her to her car. When she was in and seat belted, I hit the button that would open the garage door and watched as she drove away. I had never told a woman how much to put in the box. Some had asked and my response was, "You value what I do and you give what you think is proper for what you get." I always emptied the box after each woman left. I recorded what she left. When she called for another appointment the response was tempered by what the screen showed me about her gifts. A woman came and got much the same treatment that I had given Diane and when I looked she had left a hundred dollars. She had come in a new Mercedes AMG and wore a ten caret diamond on her finger. A week later she called for another appointment. I only see her on Mondays, early. The least popular time. Diane left five hundred. Last Christmas time she offered me the use of her cabin near Lake Arrowhead for three days. Diane gets whatever time she wants, even if I need to move someone else. She has also sent me six other women. Diane is gold. Beyond the business, Diane has one of the sweetest tasting pussies I have ever tasted. I dressed and had lunch. At one-forty-five the bell dinged and I went back to work. My partner says I have the cleanest job in southern California. I shower four to six times a day. My work wardrobe consists of two t-shirts and two pair of drawstring shorts. I do buy lots of good razors, shaving gel and body wash. The next day Marina Gonzalez arrived in a Dodge Mini-van. The bell dinged and I let her in. She was very nervous. She was dressed in a shirtwaist dress and flats. We sat outside by my pool. We talked for fifteen minutes and she told me about her marriage. I've been eating pussy professionally for almost ten years. I've heard her story too many times. The condensed version is, "I love him. He doesn't take care of me. I'm so frustrated I think about murder and suicide. I want to be pampered, cared for, but I don't want to be fucked... well, I do, but I won't do that!" Marina followed me into the bath and I undressed her. She was beautiful. Her breasts were full but not so heavy that gravity had drooped them. Her nipples still pointed ahead. She was not quite thin enough that I would have used the word slender, but close. Her bush was full and dark. She had shaved the hair that grew on her thighs. In the shower she looked repeatedly at my body. I guessed she had never seen a circumcised penis before. When I washed her she seemed afraid I would hurt her. When we were clean I reached for the water controls and she said, "I can ask for what I want?" "Yes." "I want to look at it, closer." I shut the water off and said, "Take your time. Touch it if you'd like." She knelt and looked for over a minute. Her hand came up and she used a finger to touch it. Then her hand wrapped around it and she slowly stroked. It grew. She kept stroking. "We're here for you Marina. If you keep that up my cock will squirt all over you and you'll need another shower. Is that what you want?" "No. Not today. Maybe next time." She let me go and I smiled. She was already planning to return. I dried her and wrapped her in a warm bath sheet. She got on the massage table with a little help. I asked, "Please close your eyes." She did. "Now talk to your self. Ever since you spoke to Janice you've been thinking about what you want to happen here. Tell yourself what you want." It was quiet for over a minute and she softly said, "I want to lie back and have him touch me, maybe kiss me. Janice called it eating pussy. I'm not sure what that is but I want it." She stayed quiet for another minute. She said, "I want him to have his fingers inside me and suck on my nipples at the same time!" Another quiet time and she said, "I want to cum while he does things to me." I uncovered her pussy. My fingers touched her hair, gently and carefully. I massaged her thighs beginning at her knees and working up to her pussy and including it in the massage. As I touched her I spoke to her. I asked her questions. "When you are in bed with Jose, what does he do that feels good?" "I like when he kisses me." "Where does he kiss you?" "On the mouth." "With his tongue?" "Yes." "Where else does he kiss you that you enjoy?" "My neck, unless he's drunk and he gives me a hickey." My hands kept massaging her legs and pussy. I could feel her relaxing. "Does he kiss your breasts?" "He sucks them sometimes. It hurts." "Does he touch them with his hands?" "He acts like he's making bread! He squeezes and hurts me!" My hands spread her legs a little more and I touched her with the tip of one finger, at the bottom of her vaginal opening. "Oh! That's not your thing, is it?" "I'm not going to put my penis inside you. That's a finger." "Oh." She relaxed again. Her body still showed there was a war going on internally over the right/wrongness of what we were doing. "Tell me what you're worried about, please." "Lots of things. If he finds out you touched me, we're both dead. If he finds out I paid you to do it, I'll die a horrible death. I'm going to have to confess this to a priest! This is so wrong." "Do you believe God gave you your body?" "Of course." "And when you feel good is that a sin?" "I don't know. Maybe." "So, you should be a terrible cook, so your husband and children don't sin by enjoying your food." "No! I want to be a good cook for them." "And, you should never kiss anyone. They might enjoy it! Enjoyment is a sin. You need to confess all the times you felt good, enjoyed a sunset, a fine meal, dancing or worse helping someone else feel good." "No. Feeling good isn't a sin." "So, what have you done here that didn't feel good?" "Nothing. But, my husband would say we did wrong." "Is your husband ever mistaken?" "Sometimes." "Do you tell him everything?" "No, not everything." "What don't you tell him?" "A few times I told him about my crazy sister. She sleeps around since her divorce. He said he didn't want to hear about her sex life. Now, I know about what she does, but I don't tell him." "Is that a sin?" "Not if he doesn't want me to tell him." "Then, what are you doing that he needs to know about?" "Nothing." She paused, adding, "Would you touch me some more, please?" My finger touched her and she moaned. I slid the finger tip along the edges of her lips and felt her arousal coat the finger with slippery nectar. My finger spread the nectar on her areola and nipples. She moaned again and held her eyes closed. I leaned in and my warm breath touched her wet skin and tender lips. "Oh Sweet Jesus! Oh!" My tongue replaced my finger on the outer edges of her lips. Her hips bucked and her legs tensed, lifting her hips to meet my tongue. "Yes! That's just what I wanted all my life! Oh my God in Heaven!" My tongue probed between her lips and gathered her juices. Her hips twitched and her legs scissored against my head. Her voice changed to requests and then to orders. "Please, lick me there again. Yes, just like that, for a hundred years! Stop! Hold my lips open and lick me lower. Fuck me with your tongue! Oh, I'm trembling! I'm cumming!" Moans, groans, squeaks and yelps were added to her words. When she announced she was cumming I moved my mouth to her clit and sucked on it as the tip of my tongue circled the bud. Her back arched, her legs clamped on my head like a vise and her hands grabbed my hair. Each time she started to relax I flicked her bud once, gently. Her back arched again and she moaned as the next wave of orgasm crashed over her like a wave. After I released her I covered her with a towel and let her rest for a few minutes. I got two big glasses of water, washed my face and hands and touched her shoulder. "Are you ready to sit up?" I asked. "I may need help." I helped her sit upright. She drank all the water in the glass I gave her. She gave the empty glass back to me and I said, "The shower is right there. If you want my assistance, I'm happy to wash you. Then you can dress. We have twenty minutes left in your appointment." When she was in the shower she asked if I would wash her back. I slipped out of my shorts and joined her in the shower. When she was clean I shut off the shower and dried her. As she dressed I put the box in the middle of the massage table. I went to the kitchen and returned the glasses. When Marina joined me in the kitchen she looked much the same as she did when she arrived. Except she looked relaxed, energized and she was smiling. "I left the money..." I waved at her and said, "I hope you enjoyed your appointment. If you want to come back, please give me a call." "I will call. Thank you." She kissed my cheek and went to her car. She called back three days later. Her crazy sister called me two weeks later. I'm pretty sure Jose doesn't know either of them comes to the Pussy Eater. Ding! The bell just rang to tell me my next client is here. She's new. She works on a TV show called Lipstick Jungle. This should be interesting. Your votes and comments are encouraged. You are also encouraged to go into business for yourself. Lip Service My prescription had run out and I had to go see my doc to get a refill. What a pain. And his skinny, nasty, prune of a beige receptionist was always acting like she was going out of her way to say "Hi, the doctor will see you soon." I mean, it's her job! When I got to the office the prune was gone and in her place a delicious piece of chocolate ass. Immediately I wanted to fuck her big black lips when she said "Hello!" Big, puffy, 3-D lips with reddish purple lipstick on them. There's nothing like seeing my hard white cock slipping between a black woman's big lips. The contrast of colors turns me on. And then there's the big soft lips on my cock. Seeing the deep black and white of her eyes looking up to me is a thrill too. That and bobbing her head on my member so my whole cock disappears down her throat is wonderful. Having a pink tongue coming out of a black mouth and lick my hard cock up and down with saliva so her brown hand can jerk off me as she sucks me off aint bad either. ....Meanwhile back at the the antiseptic smelling office.... Her smile was very welcoming, warm and showed white teeth against her mocha skin. She also had a heavy musky odor that many black women try to hide with cheap, loud, nose offending perfume. She didn't. Her heavy scent turned me on. She was about 45 and busting out all over. Her white receptionist uniform was stretched to the limit. Yeah, about 30lbs overweight and all the weight was in her tits, ass and lips. I wanted to fuck her mouth but I'd settle for her cunt. Or ass. Or tits. She had a very friendly, pretty face with hair pulled back into a small bun. Touches of grey in her hair looked sexy too. I asked her where the Prune was. "On vacation." she replied. Thank God. Told her she was a refreshing, warm and a welcoming sight compared to the Prune. She leaned in and whispered "I hear that a lot!" I inhaled her every word. She lingered near me for a second. She smiled big as she pulled back. "Does your wife come here, too?" she asked as she looked me up and down. "Divorced. One kid", I said. "You?" "The same", she said. "It's almost 1:30, but...hey, have you had lunch?" I asked. "Why?" she smiled. Seeing her stretch those big juicy lips over her white teeth almost made me cum. "Because I'd like to talk with you while we do something to keep our hands busy, like eat." I quipped. She had a little laugh. "2 o'clock, you should be outta here by then. I'll meet you at the diner across the street. I have 45 minutes." She smiled again. Saw the doc right then and told him how wonderful Ms. Chocolate was. Crap. I didn't even know her name! "I've been hearing that all week, now bend over and cough." "Sheesh, you got big knuckles, doc." "Since you're over 50 you need to have your cholesterol checked again." said the doc. I got the form for a blood test from Ms. Chocolate. I said "See you soon" to Dark and Lovely before I left. She showed up at 2:05. We gave each other a slow, safe "Grandma" hug and smelled each others pheromones. And grinned at each other. "I'm sorry, but I don't even know your name." "Gina!" "Nice Italian sounding name. Let's order." Menu. Conversation. Water. Her history, my history. Laughter. Order. Banter. Laughter. Eat. Laughs! Check. Hahaha! We're having a good time now. "Let's get together real soon" she says putting her hand on mine. The sex part of my mind explodes. So Mr Quippy says, "How about in my minivan after I pay the check?" She laughs: "Ohh, you're so funny....but OK, let's go. It'll be an quick adventure." "But we're not going anywhere." I say. "Nirvana is somewhere." she smiles big. The sex part of my mind explodes again and goes limp. I hold the door open to let her out of the diner. "It's the dark blue Honda minivan over there." I point. She leans into me. My arm goes around her full hips and pulls her tight to me. She stops. I think, "Shoot, too far, too soon." She licks her lips and kisses me lightly on the lips. We separate slightly looking in each others eyes. I lick her lips slowly, softly, moistly. My tongue slips between her plush lips and into her warm, wet, succulent mouth. My tongue wanders around and licks everywhere in her mouth it can. Then hers strongly goes into mine and slurps me up. Oh yeah! I open the sliding door, "Ladies first." "Thank you." she says. We both get in. I lean into the front and insert the keys and turn on some alternative music. I sit down next to her on the bench type seat. She starts to say something but I slip my tongue into her mouth and our tongues tango with each other. We only have a few minutes. I put one hand on a big boob, massage it, and the other grabs one of her butt cheeks hard. She moans. She puts one hand on my crotch and gently squeezes. I moan. I slip my hand beneath her uniform skirt, under her lacy panties, to bare butt. I can feel her cellulite texture, and stretch mark indentations, feels great. And I squeeze. So soft and firm. She fumbles and unzips my pants, reaches in and pulls down my boxer briefs. My cock straightens up and she puts her hand around it. My hands quickly begin to unnbutton her white uniform blouse. I want to see and devour her big tits. Her big brown boobs pop out of her purple lacy bra easily. I stare at her dark brown oval nipples. They're erect. I squeeze and lick them like I'm hungry. She closes her eyes and smiles. A few minutes later: "Suck my cock!" I order. Or plead. I forget. She kneels on the minivan carpeted floor, pulls my pants down and looks up into my eyes for approval. "Put your big fucking lips on my cock!" is all I say. She begins bobbing her lips on my cock. Watching her tits jiggling with the bobbing motion makes me harder. "Slow down! I want to see my white cock go slowly into your plump big brown lips." I hold her head and move at a speed that feels and looks good. "That's it." I say. "Now swallow me, all 7 inches!" I say. She does. "Now cup my balls gently, oh yeahhhh, baby".... I love mouth fucking mocha women. She grabs my bare ass and pushes my cock deeper into her mouth. When she took my cock out of her mouth, she began flicking her tongue firmly on the underneath, near the top part of my cock. My most sensitive body part. Ohh, baby.... Then she worked down and swallowed my balls, licking and slurping them in her mouth. I pulled her off me and had her lay down on the soft bench seat. Taking off my pants I straddled her stomach, she smiled looking at my cock. "I want to fuck your lips and cum on your big fat beautiful lips." "OK" she smiles. So with my balls between her big black tits, and my cock head on her big black lips she began rubbing my wet cock quickly over her lips. She used her pink tongue intermittently. Her black hand was jerking me off at the same time. Ohhh yeahhhh, baby.... My cock felt sooo wonderful on her soft, soft lips. Having my pink hard cock on and in a beautiful brown woman's mouth is a recurring fantasy of mine. She's passionately working to make me cum. "Oh yeahhh, baby, baby, baby..." I whimper. My load shot all over her lips and face. She licked some and swallowed. Then she smiled at me. There was my cum between her thick beautiful lips and teeth. Before I could get tired I went south and lifted her white skirt over her dark, hairy black pussy. Her thick brown legs and curvy hips looked like they belonged to a woman I could fuck again and again. Then I slid my tongue deep into her very willing and wet pink insides. Black hairy pussy on the outside, juicy pink pussy on the inside. Yum! I got pussy juice up my nose. Came up for air. Felt like I was drowning in her sopping wet pussy for a sec. She moaned. I licked faster, She moaned faster and louder. I slowly put one finger then a second, deep into her pussy as I flicked her clit with my tongue. I pumped my fingers in and out for a minute. I pulled out my fingers and explored for her asshole as I kept licking. Finding it, already wet from the overflow of her pussy juice, I put pressure on her hole until she relaxed, opened, and one wet finger slid partially in. Her moans got higher pitched. She began bucking as I wiggled my finger deeper into her relaxing asshole and I flicked her clit faster and lighter with my tongue. Inserted 2 fingers from my other hand into her drenched cunt. Wiggled them in and out and licked faster. "AAArrrrgggghhhh!" she climaxed. My face was all wet. I ended up with two fingers deep in her ass. That's what pushed over into nirvanaland. We cleaned up with lots of unscented wet wipes I keep handy. Her uniform was a little wrinkled. But the way she filled it out the wrinkles didn't last. "You look beautiful." I said. "You're a sexy man." she replied. "Gina, I loved cumming all over your plump, sexy lips and beautiful face. Thank you...." "I've got a smile for the rest of the day. Thank you." she whispered and kissed me. I fucked her lips every chance I could for the next 2 months. Other body parts, too. But besides great sex, we didn't have enough in common to keep seeing each other. Crap. So looking for a brown woman who I could have a real relationship with continued. Lip Service I thought I was exposed before… David's eyes did not leave mine as his mouth returned to my hungry pussy. His tongue lapped leisurely now, building the tension back at a slower pace. I watched as he skillfully pressed into my slit, working upwards until his tongue tip had landed back at my abused clit. It throbbed almost painfully. David descended slowly on it, his lips pushing in between the slick folds, wrapping around the aching appendage. I gasped as he lovingly sucked it, and closed my eyes. I couldn't bear David's intense gaze any longer. David let go of my legs, and my hands replaced his. I held myself open to him as his hands slipped lower. His right hand pressed palm-down on my lower belly while the left's fingers sunk into my cunt. He pressed his fingers deep inside me, rubbing my inside walls as his mouth continued to worship at my clit. I felt a nice warm liquid heat flush my skin. This time, I would cum long and hard. I could feel it. David's right hand pushed hard on my stomach. I felt his teeth suddenly graze my clit and I let go of my legs. My back arched as I rubbed my crotch against his face, a quick jolt running through my body. My nipples throbbed and I felt my clit spasm as I started to cum, my heels hitting the edge of the sofa cushion as I thrust my hips upward. David was prepared, holding my body down as I rode his mouth into blissful oblivion, vulgarities flowing from my mouth the whole time my body racked with orgasmic waves. I felt a hot, wet rush between my legs as I creamed across David's face, leaving his lips coated with a thick lotion of thanks. I collapsed, trembling. I couldn't even open my eyes. Not that I wanted to. This rush was worth enjoying completely. As I floated back to reality, I could feel David kissing the inside of my thighs, gently. He pulled the flat of his tongue tenderly along the outside of my pussy lips. He rubbed my belly softly. I opened my eyes and looked down my body at him. David had rested his cheek along the inside of my left thigh. We smiled at one another. "Am I forgiven?" he asked again, a sly smile spreading across his wicked lips. "Completely."