0 comments/ 47069 views/ 2 favorites The Extra Mile By: stan2002 My wife and I had been trying to get out of Los Angeles for a long time. It always seemed that the time was never right or there wasn’t enough money. Landing the client who was in town would mean a big up front payment and the ability to get out of town. It was down to my company and a company in Orlando and I had no intentions of losing this fish. I had Dan staying in the nicest hotel in the area and his room had a full on ocean view. Being a surfer we had decided to spend the weekend north of LA so he could catch some waves between meetings. I had greased the entire hotel staff to insure his needs were taken care of. We spent the first three days meeting and dining at only the finest restaurants in town. He wanted to go a little more casual on the last night and I was more than happy to oblige. It had been all business and now it was time for a little pleasure. We ate at a great Mexican restaurant and then settled down in a booth at a rather cozy, and empty, bar. Marissa, my wife, had always been great with clients. When a client wanted to hear how great he was, she told him how great he was. When a client wanted an honest opinion, she wouldn’t hold back her thoughts. Dan was the kind of guy who liked to hear everyone’s opinion so he really liked having her around. As usual the night started off talking business but about three hours and four magaritas later, the conversation turned a little risque. We were the only people in the bar with the exception of the bartender but she was plenty to look at. She was about six foot one. Shoulder length curly, black hair. She had big, dark eyes and a fairly angular face which she softened with expertly applied make up. She had incredible legs which she displayed by wearing a tight mini skirt. She was a b cup at the most but she made up for her lack of breast size by displaying as much skin as she could. She was basically wearing a low cut vest and a band aid around her hips. I guess its one of the benefits of being in LA was you could see women like that in such a dump. And she was flirting with us every time she’d drop off a drink. Three hours of watching this long legged beauty walk back and forth from our table had inspired Dan. She dropped off a round of drinks and headed back for the bar. “Jack, after all the presentations and tours, I think what’s going to land you this job is the fact that you brought me here.” His eyes never left her ass as she returned to the bar. “You said you can make thing happens. If you get her up to my hotel room tonight, the job is yours.” He laughed but I didn’t think he was joking. Neither did my wife. “If you’re serious, I’ll go talk to her,” Marissa said. “You’ve got a spunky one here Jack. Maybe it’s the booze . . . or maybe it’s that bartender’s ass . . . but you’ve got yourself deal.” “You better not be lying.” She got up and went over and sat at the bar. The bar tender fixed Marissa a drink and they talked for a while. I must admit the idea of my wife brokering my client’s sex life excited me. Maybe it was the booze in me (or maybe my wife’s ass) but I was going to hop on that woman when I got her back home. Dan and I made small talk but neither of us took our eyes off of our women. Marissa finished her drink and returned to the table. “Hand over the room key.” Dan paused and then reached into his pocket and pulled it out. “What room are you in?” she asked. Dan told her the room number and she returned to the bar. The bartender took the card key and we heard Marissa tell her the room number. Marissa returned to the table with another round of drinks. She looked at Dan who was pretty sitting there with his jaw on the ground. “This is your last drink. She doesn’t want you to pass out on her. She says she needs a pretty active guy.” Dan and I were speechless. “She also wants you to head back to the hotel in a few minutes and shower up. She’ll come by after closing. She says this place gets busy in about an hour and she doesn’t want you distracting her because she really curious about the size of your cock,” Marissa was so cute when she said cock because she used finger quotation marks. “Apparently she likes the oral sex.” Dan and I remained speechless. Dan finished his drink. Just as he set it down on the table the bartender came over. “Don’t be surprised if I call you a few times before I come over.” She blew him a kiss and returned to the bar. All this foreplay had heated me up quite a bit. I was ready to get home and get my evening started with Marissa. Marissa looked up at Dan and said that she wanted to have one more drink but that he better get on his way, less Ally change her mind. Dan, realizing what was at stake, said farewell and walked back to the hotel. He had a smile from ear to ear. So did Marissa. Ally returned with another round of drinks. I asked Marissa what she said to set the two of them up. “I had to do a little negotiating. I asked her if she was interested in Dan at all. She said that I was more her type but he was cute. So she said that in exchange for an evening with me she’d spend an evening with him.” The night had just taken quite a turn. “She also said she’s not the selfish type and she’ll need to share me with a few other people.” I was turned on and confused all at the same time. I was feeling a little concerned about the “sharing” portion. “Who is she going to be “sharing” you with?” I asked. “She said some other guys and maybe a girl or two.” That didn’t really make me happy. “Think about it. By doing this we’re sealing the deal that’ll get us out of LA. And you’ve always been interested in watching me with other people and I’m open to it.” I was getting hard and worried at the same time. The more blood that ran to my penis, the less worried I got. As we finished our drinks, Ally returned from the back room of the bar. She was carrying something and it wasn’t until she was sitting down at the table until I noticed it was some clothes line. “I don’t want you to run off.” She had Marissa cross her wrists in front of her. Ally tied her wrists together and then walked back to the bar. She pulled the rope and Marissa followed behind her like an animal on a leash. Ally lead her behind the bar and tied her to pole at the end of the bar. “Why don’t you join me for a drink?” Ally asked, looking at me. So I headed over to the bar and sat down. Ally poured me a beer and then turned to Marissa. “You look a little uncomfortable.” She kneeled down in front of Marissa and unbuckled her belt and jeans. She pulled off Marissa’s sandals and then slid her pants off. It was completely surreal. There I was sipping a beer watching a six foot one model pull my wife’s pants off. So there my wife stood – tied to a pole in her stars and moons panties and a white tank top. I almost jumped through the roof when the door swung open and two guys walked. “Hey John. Hey Eric.” Ally said to the two guys. “Its your lucky night.” Marissa and I shared an excited and worried glance. You could see her nipples come to life through the tank top. Ally picked up the key card to Dan’s room and asked what his last name was. I told her and she dialed the hotel. When he picked up the phone she coyly asked, “What’s the first thing we’ll do when I get to the room, big boy. . . Oh, I like that.” And she hung up the phone. “John it looks like you’re getting a blow job. Come around the bar my lucky friend.” I felt a huge pang of fear but right before I could ask Marissa if she was sure, Ally said, “If she doesn’t blow him, I don’t blow Dan.” With that Marissa lowered herself to her knees and unzipped John’s pant. “I like you to lick it a little before you put it in your mouth” Ally informed her. Marissa took the penis into her tied hands and started to lick. She looked up at me but Ally got in the way, “This isn’t about him.” She motioned toward me. “It’s about getting out of LA. Now get to work.” With that, Ally grabbed herself a beer and came around the bar and sat next to me. Marissa licked John’s cock to life. What had started out small, had now grown. Marissa was able to get the whole thing into her mouth. John had better control than I would have had. He was about 25 five, six foot four and every bit the beach resident. His hair was cut short. He had no distinguishing features to his face. I guess you would say he was a generically handsome guy. He wore a designer t-shirt and I’m sure the board shorts that were around his ankles were designer as well. “She’s good at that.” Ally told me as the three of us watched Marissa devoured John’s cock. “Oh . . . by the way. Jack this is Eric – he’s a regular. Eric this is Jack. And that’s his wife blowing John.” As far as Marissa and John were concerned we weren’t even there. After a few minutes of silence from the audience, (Marissa and John weren’t being all that quiet. Marissa was making slurping noises and John was moaning a little) Eric asked, “Am I going to be able to get in on this action.?” Eric was cut from the same surfer mold as John. He was a little shorter but appeared to be in a little better shape. He had short brown hair and big dark eyes. “Its not his decision. Its mine,” said Ally. “And if John doesn’t come soon, I may need you to get down there and inspire our friend Marissa to perform a little better.” Marissa continued to pump John with her hand and looked over at Ally, “Would you like him to come now?” “Oooh. I like this kind of service,” Ally responded. “And would you be a gem and swallow for me?” Marissa nodded yes and returned to John’s cock. To the outside observer, it didn’t appear as if Marissa were doing anything different but John’s moans grew louder. After about ten seconds of this special service, he grabbed the back of Marissa’s head and his body started to tense. In the middle of watching a man come in my wife’s mouth, Ally looked over at me and said, “You’re a lucky man.” “I agree,” I answered. “But not quite as lucky as our friend Eric here.” John was pulling his shorts up when Ally motioned for him to hand her the phone. She called Dan’s hotel again. “After I get done swallowing your cock, what would happen next? . . . Oooooh! That sounds good,” and she hung up the phone. “Marissa, why don’t you get yourself up on this bar and lay yourself down so Eric can get a taste of those tits.” It was a struggle for her to climb over the beer cooler up onto the bar with her hands tied, but Marissa made it up. Eric was sitting two chairs to my right so I was even with her thighs. Ally sat between us and John sat to Eric’s right near Marissa’s head. Marissa laid there on the bar with her hands over her head. Just like a buffet. Eric reached across her and pulled her tank top up and lowered his head down to her nipples. “Feel free to enjoy yourself Marissa,” Ally told her and then turned to me. “So how are you feeling about all this?” “Its weird,” I told her. “Kind of exciting but strange at the same time.” Ally wasn’t watching Eric and Marissa, she placed her hand on my thigh and ran it up my pant leg until she reached my hard on. “I see that strange isn’t keeping you from getting hard.” It was hard to talk to her. I could, by looking over her shoulder, see someone licking my wife’s nipples. Marissa seemed to be enjoying herself. Eric was still going slowly. He was slowly dragging his tongue from the side of the boob that was nearest him . . . across the nipple . . . to the sternum . . . to the other nipple and back. Marissa would arch her back when his tongue made contact with her nipple. As Marissa’s arching became more urgent, Eric’s tongue began to concentrate more on her nipples. After a few moments of this, he climbed up on the bar and laid on Marissa while he continued to lick and massage her breasts. Ally informed John, “You know you could help if you want.” “Nah, I’ll let Eric have his fun.” And Eric was having fun. He started humping her as his licking and grabbing intensified. Marissa started bucking and Eric continued humping. Marissa came but Eric continued to hump. Ally put her hand on Eric’s calf and told him, “Why don’t you let her get up and I’ll let you really have some fun.” Eric got off of her and Ally told Marissa to return to her spot behind the bar. Marissa got down and Ally led her through the door that was behind the bar. She came back out and she waived Eric over. “I think you’ll like what I want you to do.” Eric looked over at his friend and smiled and walked into the room. Ally came over and gave me a new beer. “You may need this to deal with this, my friend.” She then reached under the bar and pulled out a Polaroid camera. “I’ll ease you into it.” Ally returned to the doorway and took a picture and brought it back to me. She laid it on the bar and we watched it develop. I could hear Marissa moaning as the picture became visible. Ally yelled out, “Don’t come until I get back. I want to get a picture.” Marissa’s moaning grew louder. When the picture came through, I saw that Ally had bent Marissa over a stack of cases of beer and tied her to a wall support. Marissa’s face was laying on a case of beer. Her moaning was growing louder. The picture showed her upper half completely resting on the beer cases with her face pointed towards the camera. Her eyes were closed and Eric was fucking her from behind. I was getting so hard and then I heard Marissa say, “Ally you better get over here because I’m going to come and I don’t think he’s . . . “ She couldn’t finish the sentence. “I gotta see this.” Ally returned to the doorway and snapped off a few pictures as the moans turned to screams. Once things grew quiet, Ally told Eric not to untie her. Eric walked out of the room and returned to the bar. He was a little embarrassed and didn’t look at me. Ally returned to the phone and dialed Dan again. While the operator was ringing Dan’s room she looked at me and asked, “How does your wife feel about anal sex?” Fear kind of shot through me. Then I heard Marissa say from the other room, “Anything to get us out of LA.” “See? She’s getting it,” Ally told me. Dan must have picked up the phone; Ally turned all sultry in her phone voice, “You know if someone licks my tits real good, it makes me want to get on all fours and get some dick in my ass.” She waited for a response. She purred in as he responded. “Well my goal is to please.” She hung up the phone and pointed to John,, “You’re on stud.” He came around the bar and Ally grabbed him by the hand and lead him in. She looked back at me and said, “I’ll make sure he does it right.” They disappeared into the back room. A moment later Ally returned to the door way staring in with the camera at her side. She looked over her shoulder and said, “I’ll be right with you.” I had been so focussed on what was in front of me, I hadn’t noticed that another group of people had come in. I heard Marissa slowly starting to moan. As her moans grew louder I was getting nervous that the people seated at the table would be able to hear but I’m sure the juke box was muffling her moans to them. I started to hear her say something but it was hard to understand because she was obviously experiencing so much pleasure. Eventually I understood what she moaning. My wife, who had never shown a disposition to anal sex was moaning, “My ass. Oh that feels so good.” At that point Ally took another picture, dropped it in front of me and went over to get the new customers drink order. I stared down at the photo waiting for an image to materialize; the whole time listening to Marissa enjoying being serviced from behind. When Ally returned she looked at Eric. “I’m afraid she’s getting too loud. Why don’t you go put something in her mouth. Eric shot to his feet. As he came around the bar, Ally stopped and told him, “I want you to fuck her pretty little mouth.” I looked back down to see the picture coming through. Marissa wasn’t getting a dick in her ass, she was getting a tongue. It looked like he was fingering her too. She just laid there on top of the beer cases with his face buried between her cheeks. Ally returned from dropping off the drinks and told me I should come and watch. I slowly got up and made my way to door. I saw Marissa still getting her ass tongued by John. Eric was doing as Ally had told him and was fucking her mouth. He was pinning her head to the top of the beer cases with his left hand and he was pinching her right nipple with his right hand as he slammed his cock down her throat. As he pulled away I could see her eyes and she seemed to be enjoying herself. Every now and then her body would shiver. The new customers were keeping Ally busy with shots. When she returned, she said, “The game has just gotten very interesting. Why don’t we roll her over on her back so you boys can come on her.” Eric removed his cock from her mouth and John removed his tongue from her ass. She rolled over onto her back and looked at me, “Damn this is nice. I do believe I’m fond of cocks and tongues.” Eric not really caring was she had to say, pushed her head back into position and started fucking her mouth. She gave me this great, “I’d love to talk but gotta suck cock now” look and closed her eyes. Ally said, “John, maybe you should fuck her.” Eric dropped his pants and began to slide to cock into her. She scooted down on the boxes. She looked like she really wanted to be fucked. Before long Eric pulled out his cock and came all over her face. John was still pumping away at her pussy. Marissa looked over at Ally with come dripping off her chin and asked, “Can he come on me too.” She pointed at me with her nose. “Good question.” Ally responded. “I believe you understand who’s in charge and what she likes.” Ally grabbed me by the hand and walked me over close to me wife. Ally went to her knees and pulled my pants off revealing a very hard cock. “I haven’t had one of these in my mouth for a long time. Maybe I should practice for your client.” Whether Ally had sucked a cock in a while didn’t matter because she was good at it. Marissa looked up at me as she was getting fucked. The whole scene was too intense for me and I began to shoot my load. Ally directed its fire onto Marissa’s already come cover face. I guess the site of that triggered John who came around and finished on her face as well. Ally looked at Eric and John and said, “You guys look spent. Head back to the bar. Drinks are on Jack here for the rest of the night.” They left the room as Ally began to untie Marissa. What a wild evening. I can’t believe the things my wife had done and had enjoyed. I was already getting hard at the idea of getting her home and fucking her myself. But Ally only untied her from the pole. Marissa’s hands remained tied. She lead my nude, come covered wife out of the room into the bar. Ally, sensing I was surprised that her game was continuing, said, “Oh we’re far from over honey.” I believe I saw Marissa smile. I think she was really enjoying herself. When I got out to the bar area, there were another two groups of people sitting at tables. Ally tied Marissa to the end of the bar and went over to the cash register and picked up a sharpie marker. She returned to Marissa and began to write on her chest. I returned to my seat at the bar and when Ally walked away I saw the words, “For Rent” written over her breasts. Ally positioned her so that she was facing the table area of bar. “Let’s make sure everybody knows she’s for sale.” Ally then pulled out some make up from her bag and began painting Marissa’s face. Granted, the fact that come was dripping from her face may have been a tip off, but the green eye shadow sealed the deal. At first the customers stared a little and talked a little and then stared a little more. The three tables all had men and women. Had there been a table with only men, I’m sure they would have been at the bar in seconds. I drank my beer and talked with my wife. She was telling how excited she was. About the sex and the prospect of leaving LA. In the middle of our conversation, I noticed Marissa looking over at Ally. I turned my head to see Ally talking to a girl from one of the tables. I leaned in on the conversation and heard her ask Ally, “My boyfriend’s no good at me oral sex. He thinks I’m over here for him. I hear women are better at licking woman than men. So I want to know is how much for the girl to lick my pussy?” The Extra Mile “Hello, Sophia Adams here ” I say into the headset “How can I help you today?” I can hear the caller on the other end of the phone waver for just a moment. There’s something in the tone of my voice that gives them cause to take pause, I know what it is too. Lust pure and simple. I know the feeling well, being single can be hard on a girl especially after about six months, I wanted to be fucked and that carries over in my voice and in the swing of my hips when I walk. The caller on the other end responds with a low silky "hello" and my thighs automatically tighten beneath my desk. “Miss Adams is it?” The voice asks and like a moron I nod my head as if she can see through the phone. “Yes” I say realizing that she can’t see my head moving. “What do you do?” She asks. “I sell magazine subscriptions.” I tell her, not bothering to go into the fact that the magazine in question was owned by my father or that he thought I should work from the bottom up before magically ascending to the family throne and taking my rightful place among the executives. First off that’s what qualifies as too much information second of all I knew the call was being monitored by the floor supervisor Edwin Carls. “Do you like your job?” She asks me. I have to put the phone on mute for a few seconds while I laugh out loud but then I’m all decorum and professionalism. “Oh I love it!” I exclaim. “Mmmm-hmm.” she purrs into the phone. I try not to melt and slide out of my chair like. My supervisor is shooting me dirty looks so I sit up straight, and get down to business. The supervisor is a huge dick and he’d love to tell my father how I fucked up something as simple as a subscription sale. I wouldn’t give the comb-over king the satisfaction. I got all of her vital information without a problem and she even agreed to a two year subscription and wanted to pay the full balance out right then and there, no installment plan for this lady. “Okay, sure no problem Mrs. Ramirez, please hold just a moment while I process your credit card.” Of course her card goes through without a problem and when I glance over at the old man Carls he’s beaming like he made the sale himself. Taking the caller off of hold I advise her that everything is all set and that delivery should begin the following week as it’s a monthly magazine. She says "great" like she really means it before hanging up. The rest of the day passes by and sales are made and lost, I see by the obnoxious little sales counter Carls insists on keeping hanging on the entire wall that I’m in the lead, I know there’s rumors of nepotism flying around the office but I also know it’s the sex in my voice that’s selling the magazines. Months and months pass by without a single woman in my bed and I’m ready to fuck anything in a skirt, I compensate for my lack of a social life by working longer hours, hell if I can’t get any ass I might as well make progress right? I’ve managed to be moved from just selling subscriptions to being the floor supervisor, Carls got promoted to being the section manager so we were both happy I didn’t have to interact much with him and he had finally started making three dollars more an hour. I could feel the resentment at my promotion from the other workers but all I could do is shrug it off. I knew my father didn’t promote me as a show of favoritism hell if that was the case he’d have promoted the girl he’s been screwing, the only reason I got moved up is because I made the most sales. I may not have been a business guru but I could talk and persuade my ass off, and lets face it sometimes a little vacant giggle goes a long way. Anyway I’m sitting at my desk ( a real desk this time not just a cubicle) when one of the newly hired reps approaches me looking more than a little scared. She’s small and timid and I want to lunge at her and scream BOO just to see what happens. The poor thing would probably have a heart attack. I don’t lunge at her instead I sit back without a word and wait for her to speak, it’s a few moments before she gets around to it. “Um Miss Adams?” She’s stammering and twisting her fingers. “Yes Laurie? What is it?” I ask her already losing patience but keeping my voice pleasant. “There’s a woman on the phone and she’s really mad and she wants to speak only with you and…” The girl spoke quickly running the words together like water without even a hint of audible punctuation, at least not any that I could hear. I held up my hand to stop her gibberish and put on the headset that sat on my desk. “Just put her through.” The girl nodded and started to walk away. “Oh and Laurie?” she stopped. “Yes” she asked turning around. “What’s the customer’s name?” “Carmen Ramirez.” She said before hurrying back to the safety of her cubicle. The name seemed slightly familiar but I couldn’t place it. Not until I heard the voice. “Hello Sophia Adams here, how can I help you?” “Miss Adams, just the woman I was after.” She laughed and I felt a definite tingle, her laugh was low and rich and would never by any stretch of the imagination qualify as a giggle. “Mrs. Ramirez, how are you? Are you enjoying your subscription to our fine magazine? I hope there isn’t a problem.” I said, knowing full well that there had to be a problem or else she wouldn’t be calling me back six months after she had paid for two years worth of magazines. “There is a small problem and I was hoping you could help me. You would like to help me wouldn’t you Miss Adams?” With a voice like that I’d have done damn near anything she asked but I kept that information to myself and said a sedate “Sure” into the receiver. “Well I enjoy the magazine very much but sometimes it comes weeks late and once not at all.” She explained, I tried to listen and not get lost in her subtle accent. It didn’t work because a few moments later she asked, “Did you hear me?” “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” I asked. “I said do I need to cancel my subscription or are you going to take care of the delivery problem?” I would almost swear there was a hint of knowing laughter in her voice but of course it could have been my imagination. “I’d be happy to look into the problem Mrs. Ramirez, I’ll make sure your editions of Rhythm get to you on time.” “So you’re going to deliver it?” She asked “No actually that’s not my position, but I will make sure your name gets on the delivery list if I have to pencil it in personally.” I told her smoothly. “That’s the problem with businesses” she said no one ever wants to go the extra mile, no offense Miss Adams but you say you’ll straighten everything out and I believe that you intend to but you know what they say about good intentions.” The line went dead and I sat there knowing what I was going to do but hardly believing it myself. Leaning forward I pulled my key board toward me and accessed the customer database. Typing in the name I wanted to look up I waited for less than 30 seconds before the numbers I was looking for sprang up on the screen. Before I could rethink what I was doing I dialed. “Hello.” The sound of her voice sent a tremor through me “Mrs. Ramirez it’s Sophia Adams from Rhythm I’m sorry I think we were disconnected.” I said knowing full well that she had hung up on me. She didn’t say anything so I went on before logic could rear its head and intercede. “I’d be more than happy to go the extra mile for you and so I’m prepared to deliver this month’s edition personally, after all the customer is our most valuable asset here at Rhythm.” This time I know I could hear a smile in her voice as I verified the address. After I hung up the phone I rose from my desk and pulled down my skirt which had ridden up my thighs as I slouched in my chair for most of the day. In an office full of people dressed in what could very loosely be defined as business casual I was the only one wearing a full suit complete with stockings and dangerously spiked heels. My father had always said if you want to be important dress as though you already are. I didn’t take the advice to heart as much as he seemed to think I did. I just liked dressing up and any excuse would do to buy a new designer suit. Crossing the open room that was the sales office I tapped one of our leading sales associates on the shoulder. He looked up at me with a smile. “John I’ve got to go take care of some company business so for the next hour or two you’re the acting floor supervisor.” He logged out of his phone and walked over to my desk. “You got it boss lady” He said. It wasn’t an unusual request really as John always acted as the supervisor when I was out of the office granted that was usually only during my lunch hour but special circumstances called for special measures. With all the bases covered I grabbed this month’s copy of Rhythm and headed to the elevators. In the parking lot I took a deep breath before getting into my car and pulling out of the exit and onto the street. It was a glorious and cloudless sunny day in California and I was sorely tempted to take the scenic route through the side streets but I was in too much of a rush to meet the woman behind the voice. Entering the 101 freeway I manage to get to my exit within fifteen minutes, it’s the middle of the afternoon and there’s not nearly as many cars on the freeway as I’d expected, still because I was busy day dreaming I almost missed the off ramp and had to cut across three lanes of traffic to get off. I left the blaring horns and obscene gestures behind, saying a silent apology to God for having contributed to the beast that was road rage. It seems like hours later when I pull up in front of her house. The start and stop of residential Beverly Hills traffic was making me want to scream, I suspected it was penance for my three lane antics earlier. In truth it only took me an additional twenty minutes to pull up in front of the gated drive of the low Mediterranean styled mansion but my nerves were on edge and my panties were suspiciously slick and they slid against the waxed lips of my pussy as I moved my foot from the gas to the brake. Pulling up I pressed the buzzer that would alert anyone inside the interior of the house that there was someone waiting in the driveway. More minutes ticked by and I was on the verge of leaving when a voice finally sounded through the speaker. “Yes?” I couldn’t believe it, it was her. I thought sure I’d have to deal with a butler or a maid or something, I mean you hardly ever came across women who lived in houses like this that did anything for themselves. “Yes?” After all the minutes she’d made me wait in less than a moment of silence she seemed to be growing impatient. “Mrs. Ramirez its Sophia Adams from Rhythm and as promised I’m here to personally hand you your magazine.” “Come around to the side” she said then without another word the gates began to open slowly and silently. I drove up the winding driveway slowly, parking my car in front of what had to be a five car garage before turning off the ignition and grabbing my keys. I walked along the driveway to the stone path that lead to a pretty little side door with flower pots full of African violets edging the white wooden stairs of the tiny porch. I raised my hand to knock on the door but when my fist made contact the door opened, it had been slightly ajar. I walked into the house trying to dismiss images of every horror movie I’d ever seen. “Come on Sophia this is a customer I doubt she’s going to jump out and axe you to death where you stand.” I told myself under my breath. I inhaled and swallowed my misgivings, putting one hand on the wall to steady myself I made my way deeper into the house. It was dark for the most part, and the bright sunshine was obscured by dark heavy drapes drawn across all the windows. I kept my palm flat on the wall as I walked, the cool tile beneath my fingers offering a tiny bit of comfort as I made my way through the hall. I nearly tripped over a stack of magazines that were sitting on the floor right in the middle of the hallway. I bent to restack the magazines as I had accidentally kicked some of them over. I saw more than a year’s worth of Rhythm spread across the wood floor including the issue I was holding in my hand. I staked the magazines as I'd found them right on top of at least seven more copies of our magazines that hadn’t been knocked over. “What’s going on?” I murmured to myself standing up again. I felt a hand on cupping my ass at the exact same moment as a perfectly manicured light honey brown hand covered the hand I still had resting on the wall. I gasped because she had scared the hell out of me but I also leaned back into her as she caressed and squeezed my ass. “It’s all about the going the extra mile.” Her breath drifted over my earlobe as she spoke. I turned around to face her pulling both of our hands from the wall as I did so. I was shocked to see that she was almost completely naked. Every inch of her skin was even and smooth. Her dark brown hair fell in gentle layered waves around a beautiful face, her brown eyes sparkled and there was a smile on her full lips. I wanted to lick her mouth and nibble on her bottom lip but of course I didn’t. Instead I ran my eyes over her barely covered body. I started from her high heeled feet and let my eyes linger on her long shapely arobesized legs and thighs before focusing on her crotch. She had on a pair of sheer hot pink panties with a tiny black bow resting several inches below her belly button. God bless whoever invented low-rise panties I thought as my eye continued their upward sweep over her gently rounded stomach, I loved that she didn’t have a set of rock hard abs I hated that on a woman. Her bra was made of the exact same material as the panties with a bow between her full breasts. I could clearly see her dark brown nipples and large areoles through the material. I wanted to tear the flimsy lingerie off and pull one of her thick hard nipples into my mouth but again I held back. A small miracle considering my recent wave of forced abstinence. She wrapped her arms around my neck when I had finished appraising her and then she pressed the full length of her body against me. Her hands traveled downward as she looked into my eyes. I shivered although I was fully clothed as I felt her fingernails through the material of my suit jacket, she traced small intricate patterns as she moved her hands lower. I moaned when she suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled my hips hard against her. She laughed, a deep low almost animal sound somewhere in the back of her throat and stepped back pulling me by the hand. I would have followed her anyway. She leads me through her maze of a house and we end up in the sitting room of what seems to be her bedroom suite. She smiles and kisses me hard on the lips. I try to kiss her back but she pulls away slightly and smirks when she manages to evade me. Again she’s all over me caressing me through my clothes and teasing me, every time I try to initiate some contact of my own she moves away and laughs. She’s taunting me but I’m not the kind to be toyed with under the best of circumstances and certainly not when I’m this bad off. Tired of playing cat and mouse with Mrs. Carmen Ramirez I move quickly. Before she has a chance to evade my touch I kneel in front of her and grasp her round hips digging my nails lightly into her flesh. For a moment I’m taken with the aesthetically pleasing contrast of dark and light brown, then my mind wanders to the pussy that’s only inches from my face. I can smell her heat and I want to consume her and when I see something I want I do whatever it takes to make it mine. Who says I’m not business minded? I press my head between her thighs, she’s trying to close her legs but I edge my body forward stopping her. She moans when my lips touch the sheer pink material of her panties and that’s all the encouragement I need. I’m can feel her opening and swelling for me and I want to moan my damn self it’s definitely been way to long since I’d had the salty-sweet taste of a woman in my mouth. I pull at her outer lips nibbling and sucking them through her panties, hints of her flavor are soaking the material now and I suck hard trying my damndest to suck her dry. It doesn’t work in fact she’s getting wetter by the second. I know my lips and chin are shiny with her passion and I’m fine with that, but not satisfied by any means. I move my hands from her hips to pull her panties off, I inhale the flimsy fabric for a moment before tucking them into my jacket pocket. “What are you…” B efore she can get the rest of the words out I spread her wide open and press my tongue into her wet folds. The rest of her question is swallowed up in a moan that sounded very much like a growl. I could feel her muscles gripping my tongue as I pulled it out and licked the perimeter of her hole before plunging my tongue back into her center. Her nails dig painfully into my flesh, one hand gripping my shoulder blade the other sending painful little shocks through my scalp. I am still intent on my task and the pain doesn't make a bit of difference. I pull my tongue back again and press my lips tightly against her opening sucking nice and hard. I can feel her thighs trembling under my palms and the both of us are definitely sweating. I pull away and look up at her, her breasts are naked and heaving and I wonder briefly what happened to her bra but it doesn’t matter not really. I press my lips to her again intent on making her scream my name or if she’s forgotten that then I at least want her to scream for me. I open her lips wide again and flick my tongue hard and fast over her clit alternately licking and sucking while I plunge two fingers into her. I can feel her spreading for me as I press a third finger into her curling the digits in search of her g spot. She moans louder this time and I know she’s close to losing control. I fuck her harder and faster and circle her clit in tight strokes before sucking the little bit of flesh between my lips nibbling it lightly. She screamed then, nice loud and ear shattering, and she definitely remembers my name. She's trembling under my palms and her pussy clenchs my fingers, as she orgasms all over my lips and face. I give her one last hard lick before standing. Before she can move away or even try to I grab her wrist and pull her fully against me kissing her soundly and making her taste herself on my parted lips. When I let her go she tries to slap me across my face. I grab her hand and shake my head She pouts but I can't tell whether it is because I had cut her down to size or if it's because I’d broken her control. It doesn't matter to me, not then. I walk past her without looking back, “Call me when you want to go the extra mile Mrs. Ramirez." I say with a little laugh of my own. As I was walking out I picked up the magazine I had brought along with me. A quick search of the living room yeilds a pen and I write my cell phone number on the front of the magazine so huge she’d have to be blind to miss it. I leave then opening the gates before I walk out. I know she’ll close them. As the gates close on her stately driveway my cell phone rings. I answered and spoke into the hands free attatchment on my phone. “Sophia Adams here.” I purred into the mouth piece with a little smile. The Extra Mile Ally glanced over at Marissa and then looked back at the customer, “Its $1 for an hour.” The girl kind of bounced and reached into her pocket and pulled out a buck. She ran over to Marissa and untied her and lead her into the back room. The guys at the table where the girl had come from, had to pick their jaws up off the floor. Ally went into the back room. She came out a minute later and got orders from the customers. As she walked by me she slid me a picture of Marissa going down on the girl who was laying on the floor. Each time Ally would take a drink order or serve drinks, she would go into the back room and slide me a picture. Every now and then she’d go into the back room with a couple of drinks. The pictures progressed from Marissa strictly licking pussy to Marissa moving up a little higher and licking her nipples to a odd shot of the girl sitting on Marissa’s face with Marissa penetrating her with her fingers. Every now and then between songs you could hear the other girl literally screaming. After forty five minutes the woman emerged with Marissa in tow. “This girl is great with her tongue. How much to have her blow the three guys I’m with.” “Normally that’d be three dollars but I’ll give you a discount if she can work out here,” Ally said. “Deal,” she said and handed Ally a dollar. Then Ally told Marissa, “She’s the boss. If she’s not happy, I’m not happy. If I’m not happy, Dan’s not happy.” Marissa nodded in understanding. The girl lead Marissa over to her table where three completely shell shocked guys sat speechless. She pulled out a chair and motioned for Marissa to go under the table. I could not see WHAT she was doing but it was pretty easy to see WHO she was doing. Ally grabbed herself a beer and sat down next to me. “Real trooper you got there.” It looked like the first guy came pretty quick. It didn’t take long to see who she went to next. “I’m getting pretty excited about fucking Dan I have to tell you.” The second guy didn’t take long at all. The girl motioned for Ally to come over to the table. Ally went over and the girl gave her another dollar. She came back and plopped down next to me. Then she yelled across the bar, “Hey Marissa, Samantha has paid for some more of your tongue. When you get down with the guys, take care of her.” With that, the second guy came. It took her less than a minute to finish the last guy. I could see the girl’s skirt getting pushed up and then her head tilted back. She didn’t last much longer than the guys. She scooted away and Marissa got up. Ally went over and took her by the leash and led her to empty table. She bent Marissa over the table and fastened her leash to a leg of the table. She returned to the bar and picked up the marker and wrote something on a piece of paper. She returned to Marissa and set a “For Rent” sign on her ass. There was some smaller lettering on it so I wondered over. The fine print read, “Inquire with bartender for extra charge to come on this ass.” I think people thought I was going to do her and I could feel the stares as I returned to the bar. I grabbed my beer and swung around in my seat to assess the situation. The bar had become even more filled. You could tell people at every table were talking about Marissa but none seemed interested in stepping up. I continued to look around the room and I saw the next man who was going to fuck my wife. He hadn’t gotten up yet but he sat, with someone who appeared to be his wife, staring at my wife’s ass. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I could tell she was encouraging him to go. He eventually gave in and got up. He was a little over six foot and appeared to be in good shape but it was hard to tell with his baggy clothes. He had hair that barely reached his shoulders and he looked like he could use a shave. His wife followed. When they got to my wife the woman took the sign off her ass and asked Ally, “How much to fuck her and come on her ass?” “It’s a dollar to fuck her,” Ally yelled back across the room. “And twenty dollars to come on her.” She looked over at me and said “Somebody’s going to have to clean her up between guys and I don’t work cheap.” The wife took some cash from her man and came over to the bar and paid Ally. “Wait for me honey.” The woman said as she plopped the money down on the bar and returned. She got back to her husband and undid his pants and dropped to her knees. “I’ll lube you up for the girl.” And she proceeded to put the largest cock my wife would see that evening all the way down her throat. A couple of pumps and she popped back up to her feet and she told him, “Fuck away my love.” She sat down at the table in a chair where she could talk to my wife. “You’re going to love this,” she told Marissa. “He can go forever.” I could see Marissa’s face grimace a little bit as he entered her. It then fogged over in a haze of pleasure. He started with long, slow thrusts that he would punctuate by pulling her onto to him. He’d slide out slowly and repeat. He was taking his time. Every time he would get to the end of a stroke, Marissa’s moan would become a little louder. As time passed, all conversations stopped and people sat back and enjoyed the show. He continued to slowly fuck my wife and his woman was enjoying talking to Marissa. Marissa would even return conversation but when it came to that hip-pulling part of his stroke, her eyes would open wide and she’d grunt – then close her eyes and resume the conversation. Every now and then one or both of them would look back at the bar and smile at me. His pace started to quicken just a little and Marissa stopped talking. She was too busy getting fucked. He leaned over and grabbed her by the hair with both his hands. I was mesmorized by the fucking my wife was getting. I didn’t notice any one else in the bar. She had been getting fucked for about 10 minutes when Ally came over and broke my trance. “I’ve got to turn down the juke box so we can hear this.” I hadn’t realized how vocal Marissa had become. Ally turned off the juke box and everybody went silent. Everybody except for Marissa. “Come on we got to get a better seat.” Ally grabbed me by the hand and lead me over to the table. She pulled two chairs up and we sat front row at my wife’s fucking. The others followed suit. Pretty soon she was surrounded by everybody in the bar. The women seemed stunned by this guys control. The guys seemed stunned by watching this hot chick getting her brains fucked out. She had graduated from silence between grunts to pleads, requests and comments. She alternated saying things like, “Please fuck me faster!” to “Oh yeah slide it in!” to just plain “Oh yeah!” He quickened his pace again and pulled back on her hair which only brought out her comments faster. I don’t know if she had noticed or not, but the guy’s wife had started rubbing her chest. I think she was getting close to coming as well. When his wife had had enough she stood up and walked behind her husband. She put one hand down the front of her jeans and wrapped the other around his chest. She pulled herself tight into his body. All the while, Marissa continued to get pounded and was letting us know how good it felt. His pace quickened again. He was going in for the kill. He pulled back on Marissa’s hair with one hand and used the other to pin her to the table. He started to just slam into her. I could see his wife start to tremble. As she did, she lowered the hand she hand wrapped around his chest and grabbed his cock. He pulled out and she vigorously pumped his cock while rubbing her chest against his back. He exploded onto to Marissa’s ass but it didn’t stop Marissa’s moaning. She lifted her legs off the ground in an attempt to bring him back into her but he backed away. “More cock. I need more cock.” The room at first was struck silent. But Ally eventually came to, after the fourth or fifth, “I need more cock,” and wiped off her ass with a clothe and said, “Who’s next? And from here on out, Marissa-rides are on the house.” I was so excited by the fucking my wife had just received I was going to get up and do her right there but Ally held my arm. “You don’t count.” A guy almost knocked Ally over on his way to Marissa’s ass. He dropped his shorts and drove his already hard cock right into her. Marissa let go with a loud grunt and told the guy to “fuck me hard.” He grabbed her by the hips and barely got the words “She’s so fucking wet” out before he pulled out and came on her ass. Marissa continued to demand more cock. Her body was quaking on the table. Ally barely had time to wipe her ass off before another guy had dropped his pants and pulled out his cock. This guy lasted a little longer but it wasn’t long before he ass was covered again. Marissa was demanding more cock and there were plenty of guys to provide it. They had now lined up. There were six guys waiting in line to gang bang my wife and one by one they came up and did. At one point one guy wanted to come so badly he asked Ally if he could fuck her mouth but Ally told him no because she enjoyed listening to Marissa scream. And was she screaming. Somewhere in the middle of the eighth or ninth guy, her body went tense and she went silent. After over an hour of getting fucked, she collapsed silently on the table. The only sound you could hear in the room was her heavy breathing. Ally got up and wiped her ass off for the last time and untied her. She lead her back to her place at the end of the bar. Marissa was very unsteady on her legs so Ally didn’t mind that she sat. Ally walked over to the phone and called Dan, “Lets say you’re fucking me and you’re about to come. What position are we in? . . . Oooh that sounds good. I’ll be over real soon.” I couldn’t believe it wasn’t over. “So who wants to fuck this girl for the last time of the evening?” She looked around the bar. Eric and John said they were good. She looked at the table where Marissa had given the under table blow jobs and laughed. I turned around to see that girl getting bent over a table and getting fucked by one guy and blowing another. The other tables just watched the new show. A couple of the girls had their hands in their boy friend’s lap but no one spoke up. I pulled a dollar out of my pocket and proclaimed, “I’ll try.” Ally took the dollar and said, “You can finish her at home. Come by tomorrow for breakfast. I’ll bring Dan.”