3 comments/ 16092 views/ 3 favorites Jehovah Witness By: scarlet_in_heat Charlie Miller was jarred awake by a ringing telephone. Picking it up on the third ring, he looked bleary-eyed at the digital alarm next to his bed. "'Lo?" he answered, his voice still thick with sleep. "Yo, Charlie, it's Max," Charlie winced at Max's always too loud voice. "Hey, Max," he replied, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice "What's up?" Max Cooper was his foreman, and, in all the 14 years that Charlie had worked at the shop, Max had only called him once. "I just called to tell ya not to bother to come in to work today. There was a fire last night, and a good part of the place is fried." "Shit! What happened?" Charlie wouldn't ever be overheard saying he loved his job, but he was paid well, and he did work with some pretty cool guys. "The fire martial ain't sure. Everyone says it was electrical, though." "So what the fuck am I supposed to do now?" At that point, he was fully awake and sitting up in bed. "Charlie, it's July. You got vacation time coming," Max replied. "So take a vacation! At least you'll be getting paid before you have to start drawing unemployment. They don't know what they're gonna do yet, anyway. It might cost too much for them to fix the dump up, so the head pricks might move us to a new building, or something," he speculated. "Anyway, I gotta call a few other guys, so, have fun on your vacation!" Before he could reply, Max hung up. Charlie hung up the phone and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Maybe this was a good thing, he thought as he walked to the bathroom. A new building, and maybe even some much needed new machinery to make life that much easier. "Now what?" he asked himself as he sat back on the bed. "Go back to sleep, that's what," he smiled to himself. He woke up five hours later, feeling more relaxed than he had ever felt before. Just to make sure it wasn't a dream, he called the shop, and, instead of the secretary answering with her nasally voice, he was greeted to three very loud tones, and a message saying that the phone was out of service. Getting out of bed for good, this time, he walked out to the kitchen of his small, three room apartment, and turned on the stove. While he waited for the water to boil for his coffee, he turned on the television and flipped through the channels. He stopped, as soon as he saw some large breasted blonde taking off her shirt on the Springer show. "They're only tits," he mumbled at the screen. "Why they always gotta blur them out?" He watched until the kettle screamed, and then turned off the set. "Might as well give Jimmy a call," he muttered. Jimmy was his slightly younger brother who lived in Florida, and he was always asking him to come down there to visit, although he was pretty sure Jimmy's bitch wife Vicki didn't second that request. Ever since he walked in on her that time when she was getting out of the shower, she had always thought it had been on purpose. It didn't matter that he was still half asleep, or the fact that she didn't bother to lock the door. Nope, Charlie had done it on purpose. Thankfully, Jimmy believed him, although he never received that luxury from Vicki. Charlie punched in the numbers for Jimmy, and took a sip of his coffee while he waited for someone to pick up. As luck would have it, it was Vicki. "Hey, Vic," he smirked into the phone. As soon as he heard her voice, he instantly brought up a visual of Vicki's naked body fully displayed for that brief nanosecond. Her small B cups, pink nipples and her hairless slit were right there in the living color of his imagination. "Jimmy's not here," replied sourly. "Hello to you too," he replied, trying to sound cheerful, when he was, in fact sticking his middle finger up at the phone. It had been six years already. How long could she hold a grudge? "Any idea when he'll be back?" "No, he's...oh, wait, here he is now. It's peeping Charlie," he heard her mumble as she handed the phone to Jimmy. "Hey, Charlie!" Jimmy said, sounding genuinely happy. "Hey, Jimmy, how's it goin?" "Great, great! How are things with you?" Before Charlie could answer, Jimmy started talking again. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be at work?" In the background, he could hear Vicki say something about him probably getting fired. "It's so refreshing how that woman loves me, ya know, bro?" he said sarcastically. "Yeah, I should be at work, but I got a phone call this morning telling me the shop all but burned down last night." "Oh man, that sucks," Jimmy replied, and in the back ground Charlie heard Vickie say "Told you so!" Jimmy then made an attempt to cover the mouthpiece as he told her Charlie's shop burned down. "So, what are your plans, now?" "Well, I was told I'm officially on vacation, and once that's up, I collect unemployment until they either fix up the old shop, or get us a new one. Any way you could talk your darling wife into letting me come down there for a visit?" "Actually, this is perfect timing," Jimmy told him. "We need a house sitter, someone we can trust for a couple of weeks, and your situation would be perfect!" In the background, Charlie heard Vicki squeak, "Trust who?" "I can do that," he nodded as if Jimmy could see him. "Although I was hoping to get to spend time with you, you know, maybe do a little fishing or something." "If you're still not back working after we get back, we could catch up!' Jimmy replied enthusiastically. "So you'll come?" "When do you need me to be there?" "I'll tell you what," Jimmy replied, and Charlie could tell he was grinning. "I'll go on line and see the earliest flight I can get you, and then I'll call you back. All you have to do is go to the airport and get on the plane, ok?" "Sounds good to me!" Charlie grinned. "I'll go start packing." *********************** "She's not happy, is she?" Charlie asked Jimmy as they drove. "No, not really. I'm sorry, Charlie," Jimmy apologized. "Hell, the only reason I got her to agree to it, is the fact that we wouldn't be here." "It's been six years, Jim! C'mon! What do I have to do?" "Shit, damned if I know," his younger brother shrugged. "She still brings up that time she found women's underwear under our bed, and she's still pissed about it, even though it wasn't my fault. The person we had hired to watch the place for us took to 'entertaining' some spring break girls that were around." He then pointed at Charlie. "You look great, by the way," he told him. "Thanks. I've lost twenty-five pounds since I quite drinking. I thought it would get me Brenda back, but," he shrugged and looked out the window. "She said too little, too late." He shrugged again. "I'm way better off without her, anyway. I got me a small apartment, I make some pretty good money, I'm doin ok for myself." "That's great! You look a lot healthier, too." "So, where are you off to, that you need a house sitter for two weeks?" "The real estate firm that Vicki works for gave her a free trip to Barbados for winning the sales rep of the year award," Jimmy grinned. "Cool," Charlie nodded. "And how's your golf cart business?" "Charlie, this is Florida," Jimmy grinned. "How good do you think it is?" He then gave a small shrug. "You know, if things don't work out for you up north, you could always come to work for me down here," he told him seriously. "Oh, I'm sure Vicki would just adore you for that bright idea!" Charlie laughed. "She has no say in it," he replied defensively. "Yeah? Then I dare you, no I Triple Dog DARE you to say it in front of her," Charlie laughed, calling his bluff. "In fact," he continued as Jimmy sputtered for a reply. "I dare you to take it one step further, and TELL her that you asked me to come live down here and work for you, and that I agreed!" he chuckled. "You know what?" Jimmy replied, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "It's high time I wore the pants in this family. I love her so much, that I've let her pretty much take over everything! But no more! Fuck this shit! I'm going to tell her, as soon as we walk in!" Charlie had never heard Jimmy swear like that, and couldn't ever remember him being so determined about anything that went against Vicki's wishes. "How's your sex life, little bro?" Charlie chuckled. "Average, why?" Jimmy asked a little nervously. "Because, you're going away with her for two weeks, and if you had any plans of getting laid more often than you probably do, you can probably kiss them goodbye," Charlie told him. "Forget it, I was just bustin' your balls. Don't say anything to her." "No, Charlie, you're absolutely right! I can see it all clearly now. You're my brother, damn it, and I honestly believe it was an accident!" He then started laughing. "Shit, I still remember that look on your face," he cackled. "You looked like you didn't know if you wanted to shit or go blind. THAT, right there, told me it was an accident." As Jimmy opened the trunk and helped Charlie with his luggage, he took a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing," he muttered. "Jimmy, don't, man. I was kidding!" It was no use, however. Jimmy was already walking towards the house like a man on a mission. He waited until Charlie came up behind him before he said anything. As soon as Charlie was in the house, Jimmy set his jaw and looked like he was going to start. Charlie, however, decided to cut him off, at least for the time being. "Hi, Vicki. It's good to see you again. You look great." As soon as he said that last line, he knew he had fucked up. "Oh, I just BET I look great to you!" she fumed at him. She opened her mouth to say more, when Jimmy cut her off. "Enough, Vicki," he told her, his voice calm. "What did you just say?" she growled, suddenly rounding on Jimmy. "Don't you EVER..." "Shut the fuck UP!" he retorted, suddenly taking two steps to stand directly in front of her. The look on her face was one of shock and disbelief. "It's been six fucking years, Vicki! For Christ's sake, give Charlie a break, will you? I've had enough of your shit, especially about this!" Vicki then rounded on Charlie. "I don't know what it is you said to him.." she yelled, and then suddenly, Jimmy was standing between them, an inch from her face. "Don't ever walk away from me while I'm talking to you!" he told her through gritted teeth. Charlie saw her pale visibly, her bottom lip starting to quiver. "Vicki, I love you, you know I love you! I love Charlie, too! He's my brother, and there isn't one damn thing you can do about it! In fact, I'll have you know that I asked him to move down here and work for me, and he's considering it! Like I said, I love you, but if you have a problem with that, then I'm sorry. That's the way it is." There was a silence you could have marched a Thanksgiving parade through, at that point. When Vicki looked at Charlie, her lips still trembling and her face still white, all he could do was shrug. "Jimmy... Jimmy, I... I never heard you talk that way before, to me or anyone else, for that matter." She bit her bottom lip and gave him a half smile. "It... shit, it actually got me wet!" It was all Charlie could do to keep from laughing out loud, at that point, and he did an academy award winning job of keeping his composure. She then turned to Charlie, not speaking until she was quite sure Jimmy was through. "Jimmy is right," she told him softly. "I've been a total bitch about this for no reason, and I apologize." She finished by extending her hand, which Charlie accepted with a slight bow. "Thank you, Vicki," he smiled at her. He then pat Jimmy on the shoulder. "I do believe your lovely wife has given you an invitation, bro," he grinned at him. "I know my way to the guest room. You go, uh, make up for awhile." Jimmy was grinning all the way to the bedroom, as Vicki grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along. Charlie was beside himself with laughter at what he heard coming from his brother's bedroom. He could only hear Vicki for the most part, however, it was the way she was sounding like a bad porno that had him nearly pissing himself. "Oh JIMMY!" she was yelling, accompanied by the sound of the bed banging against the wall. "That's it! Fuck me, baby!" There were a lot of grunts, yells, growls and a few unintelligible things yelled from time to time, and Charlie's sides hurt so much from laughing, it hurt him to stand. After almost twenty minutes of the audio show, the house suddenly became quiet. It wasn't until a few hours later that the smiling couple emerged, holding hands and walking closer than Siamese twins. "I'm going to start supper," she told Charlie quietly. "If you have some burgers, I'll be glad to fire up the grill and cook for you," he told her. "Honestly?" She was so flabbergasted at that point, she had to hurry and sit down. "I was going to just go ahead, but, this isn't my house and I didn't know what you had planned." "Burgers on the grill, sounds great, bro!" Jimmy smiled. "I'll get you the burgers, and then my lovely wife and I are going to take a shower." "Together?" she asked, still in awe of everything. "Like that time in Cancun, if you want," he leered at her, raising and lowering his eyebrows comically. "Are you sure you have the strength for that, Tiger?" she asked him, already getting up. As soon as she was out of the room, Jimmy ran over and hugged Charlie fiercely. "I love you, man!" he said quietly. "That was the best sex I've ever had!" "I know, I heard," Charlie chuckled as he hugged him back. "We had a long talk afterwards, and Charlie? She is so turned on by the new me! And you know? I even told her to quiet down, that you would hear us, and you know what she said?" As he spoke, he kept glancing in the direction of the hallway. "What?" "Fuck it, I don't care! We owe him, big time!" he told him. "She said it! Just like that!" He then quickly pulled the burgers out of the freezer and threw them on the counter. "You know where the rest of the shit is," he told him, his boxers already starting to tent. "I gotta go!" **************************** "Damn, Charlie," Vicki smiled at him as she chewed. "These are great!" "Yeah, Charlie, thanks," Jimmy added. "Not a problem," he smiled back at them. He was a little surprised that Vicki had decided to wear possibly the skimpiest shorts he had ever seen, along with a white tube top that showed her rock hard nipples off quite nicely. Again, Charlie did his best to keep his eyes focused anywhere but in Vicki's direction. "I've been thinking," Vicki said as she helped pick up their plates. "If you do decide to live down here, I can probably get you a pretty good deal on some property. It's something to think about while we're gone, anyway," she added. "She's not wearing panties," Charlie thought. Mentally, he was patting himself on the back. Out loud, however, he smiled and said, "That's awesome of you, Vicki! Thank you!" "You won't mind giving us a ride to the airport tomorrow, will you?" Jimmy asked him a little while later. "Not at all. I'll pick you up, too, of you want," he told him. "It's the least I can do. What time are we leaving?" "We have to be at there at ten," Vicki told him. "So we should leave here about eight, just to give leeway to traffic." "I'm used to getting up at five every day, so it won't be a problem for me." "Thank you," she smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go finish packing." She then pointed at Jimmy. "Don't keep me waiting too long, baby," she grinned at him. "I feel like a new man!" Jimmy grinned, holding his hands up high and quietly stamping his feet. He then looked past him towards the hallway. "She's even wilder than before we got married! And, she promised me bigger and better things in Barbados!" "I'm really happy for you, man," Charlie grinned as he clapped Jimmy on the shoulder. "I do have to ask, though," he replied, looking towards the hallway once again. "I think my cunnilingus technique leaves a lot to be desired. She doesn't seem to get off too often when I do it." "Cunnilingus? What the fuck is that, Jimmy?" "It means to eat pussy," Jimmy whispered. "I know that, shit head," Charlie chuckled, swatting him playfully on the head. "You sound like a fuckin' moron! You know it means eating pussy, so SAY it means eating pussy! Cunnilingus... Christ! What grade are you in?" "I'm still learning," he smiled sheepishly. "You got a pen and paper?" Charlie asked, looking towards the hallway as well. "In the kitchen," Jimmy whispered, and then got up quickly. "Here's what you do," Charlie started, as he drew a rough sketch of a pussy. "Clit," he tapped the pen. "Lips, and opening," he tapped again, quickly looking towards the hallway. "What's your technique?" Using his finger to simulate a tongue, Jimmy dragged it along the drawing. "What color paint are you using on that fence?" Charlie chuckled. "Fence? What?,,," "This is what you do. There are two things that will drive a woman insane," he told him. "Always use this one, first, unless you're trying to finish her off real quick." After another quick check of the hallway, he leaned in closer to the paper, and dragged his finger around it to show him. "Start off down here, on her asshole. Lick lightly, I mean really lightly from there, up until you get to her opening. Once you get there, don't touch it, go around it." He then added more detail to show him what he was talking about. "Lick everywhere but her pussy, first. Make her squirm, make her beg for it. "Then, once you have her panting and squirming, gently dip the tip of your tongue into her opening. Wiggle it, just a little, and then slide it up, parting her lips like the Red Sea, and then circle around her clit. But only once, to start. Repeat all that, only increase the number of times you circle her clit each time." "Then what happens?" Jimmy grinned. "I would start doing your taxes, or polishing your golf clubs," he told him sarcastically. "Ha, ha," Jimmy grumbled, and then broke into a smile. "Long form or EZ?" "Don't make me kill you," Charlie grinned. "At that point," he continued, "she should have her fingers in your hair, trying to get you to shove your tongue in her." "Do I?" he asked eagerly. "If you want, that's up to you, at that point," he told him. "In fact, if she hasn't come by then, which if she hasn't I'd be surprised, give her a big one. Slip it in there and fuck her with it like a cock. And if you can breathe right, bump her clit with your nose while you do it." "What's the other thing that drives them crazy?" he asked eagerly. "This is a dangerous secret weapon, Jimmy. What I'm about to tell you very few men know or at least don't use it as often as they should." Jimmy turned quickly and looked towards the hallway, before looking intently at the drawing. He watched with silent awe as Charlie dragged his finger around the picture. "A, B, C, D," he said, slowly drawing the letters on drawing of the clit. "I prefer to use cursive, myself," he told him, "but you can use any style you want, as long as it's slow and deliberate." He then grinned wickedly. "I used to write 'I love you Brenda' on her clit, and she'd damn near drowned me while trying to make me bald at the same time." As he spoke, Jimmy was practicing with his tongue. "I think I got it, now," Jimmy said as he wiped his lips. "Anything else, Sensei?" Jimmy bowed. "Yes, Asshopper, as a matter of fact, I have a few more things," he told him. "Now, forgive me for getting personal here, but, how big is her clit?" Jimmy stood at that point, and put his hands on his hips, before he could say anything, Charlie held up his hands. "There's a reason for it, trust me," he told him defensively. Jehovah Witness "I don't know, about like this, I guess," he replied, holding up his pinkie finger and covering it so only the tip was exposed. "Good. Be prepared for a lot of yelling with this one. Suck her clit in your mouth, and then get it between your teeth. Whatever you fucking do, don't bite it! Just nibble it gently, like this." He then picked up Jimmy's hand and demonstrated, causing Jimmy to pull his hand back and wipe it on his shirt. "Ok, that was weird," he told him. "Shut up, dope!" Charlie pushed him. "Can we continue, here? Now that you have it between your teeth, ever so gently, graze the tip of it with your tongue. That should do it, right there, but if you want to add even more to the mix, you can do something else, too." "What are you, a walking sex manual?" Jimmy asked him in awe. "No, I watch a lot of girl on girl porn. You'd be really surprised how much you can learn. Anyway, have you ever heard of the G spot?" "Yeah, it was down Daytona Beach, but it got closed down because some of the girls were hooking in the back room," he told him seriously. Charlie sighed heavily. "On a woman, Jimmy. The G spot on a woman." "That?" Jimmy scoffed, waving his hand. "That's a myth." When he saw how seriously Charlie was looking at him, the smile ran from his face. "Show me!" he replied eagerly. Charlie then drew another detailed drawing of a side view. "Put your finger in her pussy, and then bend it like this," he showed him. "Just like you're telling her to come here." He then circled the area on the drawing where he should start feeling for it. "How do I know when I find it?" "Trust me, little brother, you'll know," he replied seriously. "Once you find it, wiggle your finger a little and try pressing gently but firmly against it at the same time. If you do this at the same time you're nibbling on her clit, you should wake up in the hospital in traction, if you do it right." He then put his hand on Jimmy's shoulder. "Listen to me. Promise me you won't do any of this until you get to Barbados." "Why?" he asked, almost whining. "I was gonna try it out tonight!" "No, stick with what happened in Cancun, whatever that was," he told him. "If you do it now, she'll know what we've been talking about out here. If she asks, just tell her I was getting Brenda off my chest. If she asks for specifics, tell her it was something about my drinking, and you were just letting me talk, you weren't paying that much attention, got it?" Jimmy smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Charlie. For everything." "Any time, little brother," he told him, grabbing him in a bear hug. "Jimmy?" they heard Vicki call as she walked down the hall. "Let me keep hugging you!" Charlie whispered in his ear. "What's going on?" she asked, as the two of them broke apart. "I was just spilling my guts to Jimmy about why Brenda left me," Charlie replied, pretending to wipe his eyes. "Forgive me for saying I don't want to know," she replied, holding up her hands. "I still have no idea of what you saw in that woman. I never liked her." "That's what Jimmy just helped me figure out, really," he nodded. "I'm a hell of a lot better off without her, although I've been beating myself up about it for the longest time." He then clapped Jimmy on the shoulder again. "Thanks, little bro." "I hate to break up this reunion," Vicki smiled, "but, we have to take our shower and then get some shut eye." She then surprised them all by getting up on her tip toes and giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek. "Night, Charlie," she said as she took Jimmy by the hand. As they walked off, Jimmy started singing some Mexican song that started Vicki giggling, and then break into a trot as she pulled him down the hall. *********************************** Charlie had only been alone for three days, and he was bored already. He walked the beaches looking at possibly some of the finest women he could never have, went to a few strip bars, and spent long, lazy days floating in the in ground pool, and relaxing in the hot tub at night. It was while he was roaming around a grocery store sized adult store, that he saw the flier for an escort service. "EZ Escort Service," he muttered, and then read the list of specialty services it offered. "Role playing," he grinned. He remembered the few times role playing with Brenda, back when their relationship was young. His two favorites had where she played the librarian and the one where she played realtor who was showing him a house. After stuffing the flier in his pocket, he looked around a bit more before heading back to Jimmy's. As he drove, he tried to think up something different, something where the woman would be willing, but play hard to get. It was as he passed a billboard for Jehovah Witnesses, that the idea struck him. He was hardly in the door before he was pulling the flier out of his pocket, and his cock was already twitching by the time he had the numbers punched in. After going through the automated voice menu, he waited once more for an operator to pick up. "EZ Escorts role play service, how may I help you?" the sexy sounding female voice asked. "Hi, I'd like to have a girl for role play," he told her. "What kind of role play would you like, sir?" "Ok, you might think I'm a little odd, but, I want a girl to act like a Jehovah Witness." He heard the woman snicker slightly, and then lightly laugh. "I'm sorry for laughing," she apologized, "but I've never had that request before. Nuns, yes, but never a Witness." "Not a problem," he told her. "I'd also like her to be not quite beautiful." "Sir, all our girls are beautiful," the operator told him. "I understand that, and frankly, I've seen some beautiful Witnesses before, but I'd like this one to at least act like she's not pretty, or at least think she isn't." There was a slight pause on the other end before she spoke. "Just between you and me, sir, all of the girls here are so stuck on themselves, it ain't funny," she replied softly. "It might be a stretch, but I'll see what I can do. How long would you like her for, and what time would you like her to arrive?" "What's the soonest possible time?" he asked, pulling his credit card out of his wallet. "Earliest I have would be about an hour and a half, to two hours. She'll probably have to take a little time to get into character, if you know what I mean. What kind of services will you require?" "How much for anything we can get to in three hours?" he asked. "The reason I say that, is because I'd like her to play at least a little hard to get, you know, to make it believable." "I understand, sir. Our hourly rate, just to have her stand around and look good, is thirty dollars. After that, every service is priced differently, although we do have a package deal offering all basic services for a low four hundred dollars." "So that would be a total of about four hundred ninety dollars, am I correct?" "You are correct on that, sir, yes," she replied. "One thing I must have you understand, is that our girls have a right to refuse jobs, so if I can't get a girl to agree, your credit card will not be charged, is that ok?" "Then lets do it," he grinned into the phone. After an hour and a half of pacing, Charlie's heart stopped when he heard the doorbell ring. After taking a moment to compose himself, and act like he wasn't expecting anyone, he answered the door. "Damn, you're good," he smiled at her. She was short and slightly curvy, with her hair pulled back in a tight bun, and small round glasses over her pretty brown eyes. She was even wearing the typical blazer, with the brass colored name tag over her right breast, plain white shirt and a knee length navy blue skirt. "I beg your pardon?" she asked, her voice soft and timid. "Nothing," he apologized. "Come on in." "Are you a Christian, sir?" she asked, gripping her book like a shield. "Yes, as a matter of fact I am," he replied. "I just haven't been to church in a long time." He then stepped aside and motioned for her to come in and sit down, glancing at her name tag. "Hello, Lenora, I'm Charlie," he smiled as he extended his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Charlie," she smiled. "Now, could you tell me why it is that you've stopped going to church?" He then listed all the reasons, all of which were the truth, which resulted in a half hour debate over who was right. Just as Lenora was starting to get into the conversation, Charlie asked her if she would like something cold to drink. "That would be delightful, thank you," she told him. "Would you mind if I took off my blazer? It's rather warm in here." "Not at all," he called from the kitchen. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm from up north, and I don't really like air conditioning too much. This is my brother's house, and I'm house sitting for him." When he returned, he was pleased to see the presence of her nipples pressing against her bra. "If you don't mind me saying so," he told her as he set her drink down on the table. "You are quite beautiful." Lenora blushed a deep crimson. "No, I'm not," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, I beg to differ," he smiled. "You have quite a lot going for you." "Like what, for instance?" she asked, as she popped the top on the soda can and poured. "Your face," he pointed. "It's absolutely adorable. "I also have to tell you, I have this thing for women in glasses." "I think they make me look unattractive," she pouted, instantly making his cock twitch. "Not to me," he grinned. "And your hair, done up in that bun... damn!" "What about it?" she asked, touching it subconsciously. "I bet if you were to let it down, you would be even sexier." Lenora gasped and held her hand to her chest. "Charlie!" she gasped. "I... I couldn't!" Charlie smiled and shrugged. "Why not? Is it part of Jehovah code?" "No," she giggled, her nipples seeming to get larger and harder. "I... I just don't think I'm that appealing, that's all." "Can I be the judge of that?" he asked, having to shift a little to make his rapidly growing cock less painful. For a moment, she sighed and folded her hands in her lap. She stared at the floor, chewing her bottom lip and looking as if she were pondering the request. A moment later, her face the deepest crimson he had ever seen on a person that wasn't having a stroke, she reached behind her head and pulled her hair free. "Holy shit!" Charlie whispered, a genuine grin spreading across his face. "When I'm right, I'm right!" he told her. "Do you really think so?" she asked, her voice soft and innocent. "Oh man, she is REALLY good!" Charlie thought. "She's gonna be well worth the five hundred!" He then stood, not bothering to try to hide the now prominent bulge in his pants. "C'mere. Let me show you," he told her, extending her hand. "I think you already are showing me!" she blushed, turning her head. "Sorry," he smiled. "I meant I want to show you in the mirror." He walked her, somewhat painfully, to the front door, where a full length mirror hung on the wall. He stood her in front of it, and then stood behind her, gently playing with her free flowing hair. "See what I mean?" he asked her. "I see a fat girl with long hair and glasses," she replied, suddenly noticing how her aching nipples were trying to tear their way out of her shirt. "Lenora, you are anything BUT fat," he told her. As he spoke, he leaned forward and pressed his hardness against her ass, as he ran his hands slowly down her curves. When she let out a soft, sexy moan, he leaned forward and placed a warm, soft kiss on her neck. "Oh, Charlie!" she cooed. "This... we can't! It's so inappropriate!" As he slid his hands boldly over her tummy and up over her breasts, she moaned louder and pressed herself into his hardness. When he squeezed the twin globes, he tweaked her nipples as best as he could through the fabric. Another kiss on her neck, and then one on her earlobe caused her knees to buckle. "Can I have a kiss?" he whispered in her ear, his breath dancing over her sensitive flesh. Without a reply, she turned just enough so their lips could meet. "This is insane!" she whispered, suddenly turning completely around and pressing her lips to his. He took the opportunity to run his hands over her plump, firm ass, and squeezed, causing her to squeak. "I... I've never felt so desired, before!" Placing his hands on either side of her hot face, he kissed her so passionately, he knees buckled again. "This is the way you were meant to be treated," he told her, suddenly attacking her soft neck. "I told you, you're beautiful and desirable, and outrageously sexy." With her dress now pulled up to her waist, he could see her reflection in the mirror, and could see her white "granny panties" showing through her tan hose. "I need to lay down a moment," she panted, fanning her face. Charlie walked her slowly to the guest room and helped her on the bed, her eyes closed and fanning her face. "Maybe if you unbuttoned your shirt," he told her, "It'ill make you a little cooler." "Yes, I think so," she nodded, now using both hands to fan. Once her shirt was unbuttoned, he pulled open the whit fabric and gazed at her bra encased chest. After a moment, he reached for the front clasp on her bra, and, with shaking hands, unhooked the obtrusive garment. Without opening her eyes, Lenora moaned loudly as her jiggling tits suddenly became free. "Is that better?" he asked, his own voice somewhat shaky. It was all he could do to keep from pouncing on her hard, dark nipples. "Much, thank you," she panted. A moment later, she sat up to remove the garments completely. Once she was topless, she flopped back down, never once opening her eyes. "I should probably remove the rest of your clothes," he suggested, already reaching for the skirt's zipper. She opened her eyes at that, looking at him with a face that was a combination of innocents and lust. "Yes, I think you should, Charlie," she replied, biting her bottom lip. "I am going to have to do so many penances for this," she muttered to herself. As he unzipped the skirt, he lost out to temptation and captured one of her heaving dark nipples in his mouth. Gently clamping his teeth around the hard nub, he looked her directly in the eyes as he slowly pulled his head back, stretching her flesh. "Oh, Charlie!" she moaned, arching her back slightly. When he let go of her nipple, he smiled at the way her large tit gently swayed before it stopped moving. Reluctantly, he moved down, and pulled her skirt down over her ass and shapely legs. Without bothering to ask for permission, he once again locked eyes with her, and slowly began to peel her pantyhose off. "Are you doing ok?" he softly asked. "Yes, Charlie," she smiled at him. "I... I just don't know what's come over me! I feel so free, yet, I feel like a very, very bad girl. Am I a bad girl, Charley?" "I sure as hell hope so, baby!" he grinned as he pulled the stockings off her feet. She looked at him oddly, as if she had no idea what he was talking about, and then slowly smiled. "Do you want me to be a bad girl, Charlie?" she asked, her voice breathy and faint. "The question is, Lenora, do you want to be a bad girl for me?" Biting her bottom lip, she nodded almost childlike. "I don't know why, but yes, I do, Charlie." As she spoke, he began to kiss his way up her strong legs and firm thighs. Every soft kiss brought a new gasp or moan from her. "Your panties are soaked, Lenora," he smiled at her. "Yes," she nodded. "It's very warm in here, all of a sudden." Charlie shook his head, and smiled as he started to remove her panties. "The only heat in here is coming from between your legs." When she heard that, she gasped. "What is that smell?" "Your pussy, Lenora, the smell of your hot, wet pussy is filling the room." As he removed her panties over her feet, Lenora let out the horniest moan he had ever heard, and slowly pulled back her legs. "I haven't been naked in front of a man in a very long time, Charlie," she panted. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll take care of everything, ok? You just lay there and enjoy yourself." "Yes, my love," she smiled, and then gasped. "I called you my love, Charlie! Does that bother you?" "Not at all, baby," he smiled at her. The truth was, if she wasn't being paid for this, he could find himself falling for her. As he started to remove his own clothing, he looked down between her glistening parted legs. She wasn't shaved, however, due to her meaty thighs, most of her pubic hair had been chafed away. Her slit was just that, a slit, with none of the tell tale signs that she had been around for awhile, however, the double "cherry" tattoo she had on the left side of her pelvis told him she wasn't a stranger, either. When Charlie finally dropped his pants, Lenora covered her mouth. "Oh MY, Charlie!" she smiled. "Is that because of me?" "Every inch of hardness, my love," he grinned at her. "What are you going to do to me now?" Her innocent questions, coupled with her little girl shyness was driving him wild. "What would you like me to do to you?" he asked, as he positioned his face between her parted legs. Even a half a foot away, he could feel the heat radiating from her sex, her scent tantalizing every nerve in his body. "I don't know. This is all quite new to me," she replied. "Just don't hurt me, Charlie. Please?" "I promise, Lenora," he told her as he started to kiss her inner thighs. Every carefully planted kiss brought some sort of reaction from the heavily panting woman. Whether it was a moan, a sigh, a gasp or a squeak, Lenora reacted to every one of them. Using his forearms, he pushed back on her thighs until they were fully parted, and her knees were almost pressed against her jiggling tits. Spreading her apart with his thumbs, he smiled when her hot pink colored lips bloomed before his eyes, and her small but greatly aroused clit quivered before him. Everything he had told Jimmy about eating pussy flew out the window, at that point. Lenora was a powder keg waiting to go off, and it didn't matter what he did to her. Blowing a stream of cool air over her soaked slit, caused her to cry out and arch her back. "Do it again! Do it again, Charlie! Please!" The next stream was longer and directly focused on her clit. "Oh! What's happening to me?" She didn't have to wait long for an answer. Charlie lowered his mouth so it covered her entire quim, and then let his tongue go crazy on her clit. Lenora came unglued. "OOOOH MY G...G...GOD!" she screamed, as he ass flew off the bed, and her fingers tore at her hair. The way her pelvis was bouncing, it was hard for him to keep his lips attached to her. He wasn't prepared for the gush of tangy liquid that suddenly filled his mouth, or for the way Lenora suddenly grabbed his sweaty hair and rammed his face into her squirting gash. She was grunting and groaning at that point, her hands alternating from pulling his hair, tearing at her bouncing jugs, and pulling on her own hair. Without giving her a chance to fully calm down, Charlie rose up and positioned his throbbing rod so just the head was wedged into her molten opening. When she opened her eyes and saw Charlie's grinning face inches from hers, she smiled and opened her mouth. As he lowered his mouth onto her, he slowly slid his cock inside her. She purred long, slow and deep, as every inch of him slid into her. He had never felt anything tighter in his life, and the sensation almost made him blow. He wanted to last, though. He needed to last, so he could enjoy Lenora as much as possible. As he began to slowly grind his hips, pressing his hardness as deep into her as he could get, she pulled her mouth away from his, and began to half whine, half grunt with every stroke. When he began to alternate grinds for strokes, Lenora began to make guttural, animal like noises that kept rhythm with his every move. Jehovah Witness A few moments later, her whole body froze, she threw her head back, and her legs flew up and around his waist, and Charlie hung on for dear life. Thrashing, bucking and arching her back, Lenora's erupting pussy let fly with its hot juices. Every stroke brought forth a new gush, a new splatter that sprayed everything in its path. It also proved to be more than he could take. With an animalistic grunt of his own, Charlie filled her already gushing slit with hot jets of cum. It took a long time for both of them to get their breathing back to normal. He had to wait until Lenora released him from her vice like grip, and when she did, it was all he could do to roll off of her with a loud grunt. He was just starting to doze, when he heard Lenora gasp loudly. "I have to go! Oh my, I'm so late!" she panted as she struggled to get up. Charlie rolled over and watched her as she tried to dress as quickly as possible. She looked so adorable, at that point, his cock started to twitch, surprising even him. "I...oh my, Charlie! I don't know what came over me! Please, you mustn't think ill of me, Please? I would hate myself if you did!" "Lenora, if you weren't... what you are, I would be telling you I love you right now, and begging you to stay," he told her. "Don't worry, Charlie," she smiled at him as she wiggled into her pantyhose. He had to smile when she realized she had forgot to put on her panties. "I'm going to reassess my faith. I've felt things and done things today, that have really opened my eyes, and I have you to thank for it!" He was really surprised, then. Normally, once the sex was over, the girl dropped all semblance of acting, and became the whore that she was. Maybe she was new to the game, and nobody told her she was supposed to stop acting once the job was finished. He was also surprised she didn't bellow about him using a condom. She didn't even offer him one, for that matter. Not even bothering to redo her hair, she pounced on the bed and kissed him fiercely. "Thank you, my love!" she grinned at him, and then clambered off the bed and rushed out the door. He was just about to get in the shower, when the doorbell rang. Pulling on nothing but his pants, he walked to the door, wondering if it was Lenora suddenly remembering her panties. "Hi, Charlie Miller? I'm Candy, from EZ Escorts. I'm sorry I'm so late, but I... Mr. Miller? Are you all right?"