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Sam Wolff stood in the open doorway with a flower in his hand. It was a bedraggled daisy, but he handed it to Sara as though it were a rose.
“A gift, fair lady,’ he said, bowing nakedly. “For your beauty and your kind invitation.’
Sara curtsied deeply, holding an imaginary skirt wide in her hand. “Thank you, kind sir, will you come in?’
She took the flower from Sam and closed the door behind him. Then, she laid the flower on the table and threw the towel around his neck, using it to draw him close so she could kiss him. Their bodies rubbed each other for a long time, and when they parted, Sam was half erect.
“You do that well, too, Sara,’ he said with a smile.
“Sam, I want to get to know you. Let´s get ourselves a drink. What will you have?’
She led the way to the kitchen, where she plopped her daisy in a glass of water and poured red wine for both of them: his request. They returned to the living room, where Sara dropped into a corner of the sofa. Sam sat at the other end, his feet upon the table in front of them. He raised his glass to her. They both sipped for a while without speaking.
“Who are you, Sam?’ Sara finally said, “and how do you get to be a happy opportunist?’
“Simple,’ Sam replied. “I was frightened by responsibility at an early age and I´ve avoided it ever since. I´ve never married, I screw every woman who looks like it will be worth the effort, and I´ve made a lot of money by taking advantage of opportunities other people have hesitated at. Nothing illegal, but not always terribly ethical, either. How are you different from me?’
“Sorry, I guess I wasn´t exactly subtle. Your question deserves an answer, but I´m not sure I know how I´m different, or even if I am. I was thinking about it just now, and I don´t screw just anybody and I don´t screw people I don´t respect. At least, not very often. That explains why I ditched the orgy. Oh, and I don´t have my period, if you care.
“Otherwise, I´ve worked hard for what I´ve got, which isn´t much yet, but one day it will be. I´m good at what I do. In the office, in the real world and in bed. How´s that?’
“First, it´s honest, and it´s a good try at putting together something most people never think about. Tell me how you got that way.’
They sat talking for quite a while, and Sara got up to find more wine and bring in snacks. Sam helped when he could, stayed out of the way when he couldn´t. When they sat back on the sofa, Sara settled down next to Sam, her body touching him. He put his arm around her and she snuggled into his armpit and put his hand on her breast. Sam´s caresses aroused Sara, and, after a while, they were necking as much as they were talking. Finally, Sara got up and took Sam´s empty glass and her own into the kitchen. She rinsed the few dishes and put them into the dishwasher. Sam leaned against the counter beside her as she worked, his hands touching and gently stimulating her breasts, her neck, her thighs. Sara took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
When they had lain down and kissed deeply, Sara said, “Sam, a woman I know told me something today I want to try out, Okay? I want to try and deep throat you.’
Sam was already hard, and he threw his arms wide as Sara sat above him. “I´m yours,’ he said, laughing.
Sara took his penis and put it in her mouth, wetting it and working it in and out of her lips. Then, recalling what Faith had told her, she told herself, ‘I´m not going to gag´. She thrust her head down on it until it went deeply into the back of her throat. She gagged, pulling her head up. Her throat felt funny. She looked at Sam, who seemed concerned.
“Sorry, didn´t work that time. You all right?’ she asked.
“Oh, sure. Are you? You don´t have to do this, you know.’
“I know, but it´s something I want to learn, if you´ll be patient with me.’ Sara bent back over him. This time, she knew what it was going to feel like and she was able to control the gagging feeling for a moment, sliding Sam deeper into her throat than she had been able to before. She rested again, and looked at Sam, who was grinning broadly.
“You son of a bitch,’ Sara said with a grin, “you´re enjoying every bit of this.’
Sam sobered, but only slightly. “If you´re not, quit,’ he said.
Sara nodded and took him in her mouth again. This time, she slid his hard penis gently into her throat as far as she could manage, then back out again, and took a breath before repeating the exercise. The gag reflex was still there, but she could control it.
“This gets easier as you go along,’ she observed.
“For you, maybe,’ Sam said, “but you keep that up and I´ll dump a load down your throat before you know it.’
Sara was delighted. “Is it really that good?’ she asked, then dove onto him again, this time giving him three deep thrusts that ended with her nose in his pubic hair for just a second before she pulled back to breathe.
“Oh, God, yes.’ Sam said as he struggled to control himself.
“What´s the matter, don´t you want to come?’ Sara asked him.
“Well sure, but I want to fuck you, too,’ Sam said. There was sweat on his forehead.
“Listen, just let things take their course,’ Sara suggested. “We´ve got all night, haven´t we?’ Then she went back to work on Sam´s penis. This time, Sara was determined to finish the job. She slid Sam deep into her throat and back out again, taking a breath. Then, she began a regular rhythm, taking it so deep in her throat that she bumped her nose on his pubic bone, breathing when she needed to. Sam writhed beneath her, taking her head in his hands gently as she rose and fell above him. He moaned and finally erupted in Sara´s throat. At first she swallowed frantically, but then she pulled up, letting his sperm flood her mouth, tasting it as she swallowed. For quite a while no one spoke.
“Was that really the first time you did that?’ Sam asked, his breathing slowing.
“Yes, and I really like it, especially the way it makes you go nuts. But...’
“But what?’
“Well, when you come in my throat like that, I can´t taste it, and I like the taste of come. I´ll just have to change the way I do it, I guess.’
“You can do anything you want, as long as you do it often, Sara. Practice makes perfect, you know,’ Sam said. He pulled her up to lie beside him and kissed her, caressing her and telling her with his hands how great he felt.
Some time later, Sara tried it again, this time attempting to swallow when he was deep in her throat. Sam told her the feeling was incredible, but she didn´t let him come. Instead, she made him screw her for a very long time, which he was more than willing to do. The last thing Sara remembered was the feeling of Sam´s penis in her from behind. He had finally come and she had had what must have been her four hundredth orgasm. He was still there, just inside her, when the morning sun roused her.
Sara lay in the glow and let her awareness return. The events of the last two days wandered through her sleepy consciousness at random, an idea here, a thought there, a delicious feeling of pleasure as she recalled a beautiful scene or an intense physical experience. There had certainly been plenty of those. As she dozed and woke, the feeling of warmth and pleasure grew in her, and she moved slightly, slipping off the light cover that had somehow been pulled over their bodies in the night.
She recalled the pleasures Sam had given her in the evening before they both fell asleep. Now, his hand was on her hip and his deep, regular breathing told her that he was still sound asleep. Dimly she recalled feeling him slip out of her, and then the cover settled over her shoulders, warming her. He had slipped limply back into her and she had drifted off to sleep again. She remembered, too, half waking to feel him hard again, deep inside her and slipping wetly but slowly in and out. She couldn´t recall if he came, or if she did, and Sara guessed that she had drifted off to sleep again.
The glow of pleasure from a night of languorous sex and repeated, loving penetration filled Sara´s entire body. She could feel the remembered pleasures awakening a deep desire in her loins, and she gently clasped her vaginal lips around the head of Sam´s sleeping penis, hoping it would not slip out of her. It stayed in place, the head just inside the ring of her vagina, and as she thought things over, Sara gently massaged it. ‘Just doing my morning exercises´, she thought to herself. She went on, thinking about her experiences – screwing Terry, then Bert, snuggling and exchanging womanly secrets with Faith. She thought of her experiments with deep throat, and experienced a glow of satisfaction at having accomplished something new, something that had made Sam even more eager than she had expected him to be.
‘You´re some piece of ass, Sara Compton´, she thought to herself – and not for the first time in her life she experienced pride and satisfaction at the thought. ‘I like being a great piece of ass´, she thought. ‘It gives me pleasure and it gives my friends pleasure. I can´t find anything wrong with that, even this morning. Hell, any morning – it´s evenings I have trouble with´.
Sara was still working on Sam with her muscles. Now she felt his penis stir inside her, and she continued her gentle, lazy massage, feeling him grow slowly. She had all morning if she wanted, and she could lie and dream and think while she ate him up. She smiled at the thought.
‘And, more than that, I´m good at my work. I really do know how to run a hospitality business´. An image had drifted though her thoughts of Jim Wright and his pleasure at her deft handling of some detail at the conference. ‘Damn, you´re good, Compton´, she said to herself, wallowing in her feelings of pride and self-satisfaction. Sam continued to grow inside her until she could feel him nudge her cervix. She kept up her gentle undulations, enjoying the hardness and fullness inside her.
As she lay in her glow of sexual and personal satisfaction, Sara began to think about the club and the opportunity it represented for her as a possible job. It would get her away from Henry Jefferson, but she doubted it would do her career much good. How could she give the club as a reference or previous job? ‘I used to run a swingers´ club´ wasn´t guaranteed to get you a job with Marriott. That bothered her, because her work meant a lot. Then, too, it would mean leaving her motley gang of lovers. Thinking about it, she would really miss Ralph and Teddy, but even though she really liked the others, she wouldn´t miss most of them that much, except Jerry. She´d had more fun with Bert and Terry and the others this weekend than she usually had with most of her men. Sara realized that she had been putting up with ‘more of the same´ for quite a while, and that the sexual variety and unpredictability of the club was something that genuinely pleased and excited her.
Sam was big inside her, and as she continued to squeeze him, she began to move her hips slightly to rub the head around her cervix. It felt wonderful and she knew she was close to a climax. ‘I guess I´ve just got to talk it over with Charity and Harry,´ she concluded, giving herself up, temporarily, to the feeling inside her. Her climax crept up on her and suddenly, she was coming with unexpected violence, her hips shuddering forward and back, forcing Sam hard against the head of her vagina. He roused suddenly, too, and began thrusting into her. His hand grabbed her hip and he slammed up inside her and came with a sleepy moan just as her own orgasm began to subside.
“My God,’ she heard him say, then, as the spurting inside her ceased, she pulled away from him and turned, pulling him into her arms and between her legs again. He was still half hard; she stuffed him into her again, where he pulsed damply in response to her throbbing. She kissed his lips and eyelids as she wrapped him up in her body. He felt warm and loving and sleepy, and she felt great.
In a little while Sam´s eyes opened, inches from hers. “I didn´t dream that, did I?’ he asked in her ear.
“No. It was wonderful. I woke up and you were still there after last night, and I played with you. I remember waking up in the night with you fucking me, do you remember? Is turnabout still fair play?’
His hands caressed her back and buttocks. “Oh, hell, yes. And I loved doing you in the night. Did you know your pussy keeps on eating when you´re asleep? I like it even better when we´re both awake.’
They cuddled and caressed for a while, and then Sam was hard again. He rolled on top of her and began thrusting into her as she rocked her hips to give him maximum access. When they finally finished, she pulled him down on her breasts, then rolled over again on top of him, rubbing herself all over him and mashing her breasts into his face. In self-defense, he began nipping her and teasing her nipples, making her giggle and struggle against him, his penis still inside her.