CHAPTER EIGHTEEN…
In the taxi, I couldn’t seem to keep my legs still. Scissoring my legs caused flesh further up to press around my clit. Moist pussy lips sliding around and against my clit gave me happy thoughts as I closed my eyes. Leaning further into the seat and remembering the sex Danny and I had had last night and this morning just got me hotter, wetter and made my legs scissor faster until I had to force myself back to the present.
Last night Danny had demonstrated to my very satisfied satisfaction that he was a quick learner on how to make a woman come with fingers and tongue. He’d fingered and licked me to orgasm and even as my body tensed and relaxed as my climax slowly lessened, even as I tried to even out my breathing, he’d pushed my legs open wider. Kissing his way up my stomach and tits to my neck before taking me. Our sex had been slow, long, and very, very satisfying in different positions with plenty of kisses, licks, and sucking on hard nipples. Danny sucked my nipples to hardness, too.
At the end, he’d pounded his cock into me while I screamed at him not to come, not to come yet as my own orgasm began to rise up to sweep over me. By the time he groaned, he couldn’t wait any longer and came, both of us were covered in sweat and my muscles were in spasms as my mind emptied of everything but how my own orgasm felt. Out of breath, with muscles still quivering from my climax as Danny pulled out, I couldn’t have moved if the apartment had been on fire. I felt so good I didn’t even open my eyes as Danny pushed my legs together and only mmm’d softly as my abused thigh muscles relaxed. I smiled as Danny brought a warm, damp cloth to clean the cum between my legs. It seemed I’d trained him well. I was asleep almost as soon as he pulled the covers over us to spoon.
This morning my alarm clock had cut my sleep time by half an hour again. Danny said he’d forgotten to reset the alarm when I gave him a squint eye. His breath was minty fresh again this morning when he kissed my squint eye mood away. I wondered how long he’d been awake. Watching me sleep? That was kinda creepy. Danny didn’t try to stop me from going into the bathroom for my morning toilette, but he was waiting outside the door to hustle me back into bed when I opened the door. I was laughing at how quickly he picked me up and tossed me on my back. I was still bouncing on the bed when my panties were pulled down over my ass and my legs. Both of us were ready as my legs opened to accept the body settling between them. When I playfully accused Danny of lying that he’d ‘forgotten’ to reset the alarm, he gave up trying to convince me. He was too busy kissing me while playing with my tits and easing his cock between my pussy lips.
Our morning sex had started as energetically as our sex last night had started slowly. Energetic enough that even now in the taxi, I could still feel the pounding my pussy lips had taken. In the back seat of the taxi and out of sight of the driver, I slid my hand up the hem of my short skirt. Massaging the ache in my thigh muscles caused different movements higher up. Fleshy parts higher up between my legs moved and pulled as I massaged. Even more pleasant sensations reminded me that I’d been royally fucked. But in a good way.
Handing the cabbie money, I slid out of the taxi while trying not to let my short skirt ride up to indecent heights. Standing in front of the office building where a man was waiting for me to brighten his morning, I adjusted my short black skirt and tucked the white, silk blouse into its waist. As I entered the building, smiling at the man waiting up to hold the door open for me, I tried to remember where the bathrooms were in this building.
I had two clients today. I gave some thought to going into the public female’s bathroom. I usually kept a small plastic bottle of lubricant in my purse. Before I saw my clients I’d sit on a toilet and squirt lubricant into my pussy so I wouldn’t be dry. This morning I knew I was wet and horny from thinking about the great sex I’d had last night and the energetic quickie this morning. Since I was moist already, my four-inch heels click-clacked on the polished granite floor as I walked towards the elevators as if I owned the building.
I felt good. I knew I looked good as men checked me out while trying not to be conspicuous about it. My blouse was cut to hug my trim waist and though I had it buttoned to show only a hint of cleavage, I didn’t have to show cleavage for my large breasts to be prominent. My black leather skirt molded to my hips and firm butt. The skirt stopped at mid-thigh to expose toned, long legs that gave me much of my not quite six-foot height.
Exiting the elevator on the correct floor, I gave the receptionist my fake name in my fake German accent. My clients appreciated that their co-workers would think they were having a meeting with a supposedly rich German heiress about business instead of having a nooner with a call girl. After asking his secretary not to disturb us, Jeffrey closed his office door and pulled me tight, whispering that we didn’t have much time. That was fine with me. If I wasn’t here for the full two hours I could do some shopping before my next client. Jeffrey quietly engaged the door’s lock before kissing me. Jeffrey’s wife didn’t trust him -for good reason- and his secretary probably had his wife on speed dial.
I knew what Jeffrey wanted. I’d met him twice before. Even as we exchanged light kisses, our hands were busy. His with grabbing at my ass, tits and between my legs. My hands were busy, too. In no time I had his hard cock in my hand and pulled through his pant’s fly. We were still close enough to the door that my ass lightly brushed against it as I squatted down on my heels. I didn’t need to look up to know Jeffrey was watching as I played with his length. Slow stroking with my hand while flicking my tongue over the shaft from the hairy base to the bulbous, purple head. When I took his tip deeper into my mouth, Jeffrey put a hand on the door behind me for balance as he leaned in and pushed his cock to the back of my mouth. I slipped my hands around to grip flabby ass cheeks through his pants that was nowhere even close to the trim, muscular ass that Danny had. Balanced on my heels, I let Jeffrey control the pace and depth of his cock moving in my mouth.
Jeffrey had a nice sized cock but with as much practice as I’ve had sucking cock, I wasn’t in danger of choking on it as I felt the tip slide deeper. I quickly undid the buttons of my blouse and pulled the material to the sides of my chest. As Jeffrey’s cock began a steady, faster rhythm, I wanted any drool I had trouble swallowing to drip onto the exposed swell of my breasts above my bra’s half-cups instead of white silk. Walking out of his office and past his secretary with the front of my blouse wet would no doubt undo Jeffrey’s attempt to disguise our meeting as business and not as hanky-panky. The usual sounds of an office came through the door to mix with the quiet, wet sounds coming from my mouth as Jeffrey continued to face fuck me.
Looking down to watch his cock appearing and then disappearing between my lips- perhaps thinking of his secretary and co-workers working and walking by only a few feet away on the other side of the closed door- it didn’t seem to take much time before I heard a soft, drawn-out Ooh God… Jeffrey stilled his movements and fingers gripped my hair to hold my head still. A quiet groan and his cock tip pushed against the back of my throat signaled his readiness just before his cock began to pulse. I clamped my lips around the base of his shaft. Crotch hair tickled my nose as one hot stream after another splashed against the back of my mouth to coat my tongue. The familiar taste and smell of cum flooded my mouth. Quick, short hip thrusts pushed cock deeper until I had to force my head back against Jeffrey’s grip on my head until I wasn’t in danger of choking and spitting out saliva and cum.
Tightening my lips around Jeffrey’s flesh, I held my head still as cum and spit mixed and collected in my mouth. Shortly Jeffrey relaxed his fingers in my hair and stilled his hip thrusts. Trying not to slurp loudly around the cock between my lips, I began swallowing the large load left in my mouth. With a hand on Jeffrey’s thighs, I pushed him back until only the tip of his cock remained between my lips. Jeffrey groaned and caught his breath as my hand stroked and milked the last drops of cum from the still hard shaft.
Finishing with a last milking stroke and a long tongue lick of the cockhead to get any last cum, I kept my fist wrapped around Jeffrey’s now slightly flaccid shaft as I sucked hard on the tip. Jeffrey’s hizzz of indrawn breath told me how good it felt for him. I sucked harder before letting the very purple and engorged bulb slip from my mouth with a soft pop of air.
I kept his now much smaller and malleable shaft in my fist as I stood. Jeffrey wasn’t a short man but with my high-heeled assisted height of 6’4″ I was a couple of inches taller as we remained close. Jeffrey’s eyes were on my chest and he worked another button open before pulling my shirt wider to expose more of me. My lacey half-cups barely covered my nipples. I stood still and quiet as his fingers pulled a bra cup down. One hand still holding cock, my other hand went to the back of Jeffrey’s head to pull his mouth harder to my soft tit. Jeffrey seemed perfectly content to suck on one nipple and then the other while his hands molded my breasts. While he had his fun I put his cock back in his pants. I tried to get things hanging comfortably before zipping his pants up. I waited until he finally came up for air as, with a series of last hard sucking pulls on my erect nipples, let my breasts loose. Most men are leery of kissing me after I’ve swallowed a mouthful of their, or someone else’s, cum. I pressed my body close to his and trailed light kisses to the side of his neck instead.
“Damn, I wish I had more time today,” Jeffrey moaned. He hadn’t let go of my breasts with his hands at the same time his mouth had. I moaned to show him how good it felt to have him squeeze my tits hard.
“I do, too,” I agreed back softly, trying to sound like a woman in need. “I really want a hard cock in me.”
Okay… It was a white lie. So, what? I’d had plenty of cock yesterday, last night and this morning. I was secretly glad it seemed he wouldn’t want a repeat blowjob or a quick fuck. That wasn’t something you let a client know though so I groaned again as hands gripped my tits harder.
Jeffrey finally seemed to have had enough of my body. With a regretful sigh, he backed away. Even though I was uncomfortable I didn’t put my boobs back into my bra. My hand in his, I led Jeffrey to his desk and lightly pushed him to sit in his chair. Straddling his legs, I pushed my tits into his face, mmm’ing in my throat and pressing my tit into his face as he sucked on a nipple again.
“Are you suuure you don’t have time for more, Jeffy” I wheedled in my best sexy voice while slowly twerking my hips over his lap. I kept my voice light as I tried to portray a girl who was disappointed at being denied sex. “I remember how good I felt after the last time. I was really, really looking forward to a hard fuck this morning.”
“I wish I had time but a conference call got scheduled for just a little time from now,” Jeffrey let my nipple go and explained as if I was a child he was denying candy to.
“Well, okay,” I pouted and rose up from his lap while doing my best to act like a child being denied sweets. Reluctantly I set about putting my boobs back into my bra and shaking the cups until they were resting comfortably. I checked that my chest was dry and began buttoning my blouse up. Sitting on the edge of his desk, I pulled wipes from my purse to clean any residual cum from my face. Using the mirror of my compact I began fixing my makeup. Jeffrey watched with interest as I applied blush with sweeps of a brush. We kept our conversation light until I was satisfied my ‘face’ was good and I finished by applying a thick coat of red lipstick. I knelt on the floor before Jeffrey, both of us grinning while my hands moved to expose his cock again. It was halfway to hardness as I leaned forward to press my lips firmly to the tip. Pulling back, we both could see the red ‘kiss’ I’d left on the head. After I stood up to run a brush through my hair, Jeffrey put his cock back in his pants and zipped up.
Jeffrey kept apologizing for not having more time while I kept acting disappointed that I was going to be denied the best sex I’d ever had until we were standing next to the door. Handing me a large manila envelope, Jeffrey opened the door and in a normal voice meant for his secretary to hear announced, “Look over the contracts and let me know if they meet your requirements. We’ll schedule another appointment next month if that fits your schedule…”
We kept up the charade as he walked me to the elevators. When the elevator arrived, making certain no one could see, I grinned and gave his crotch a squeeze before I stepped in and pushed the down button. I felt the satisfaction of a job done well. I’d given my client the happy he’d wanted and I’d left him convinced that I was a nympho who wanted more. Which had left Jeffrey already thinking about how soon he could schedule me again. Which meant more money in my kitchen’s tip jar. Not a bad morning…
Opening the large envelope as I walked out of the building, I folded the bills I found at the bottom and slipped the money into my purse. The manila envelope and blank sheets of paper that had been used as filler went into a nearby trash can on the sidewalk as I waved down a taxi. In the cab, I counted the bills, added in my cut from what Jeffrey had paid Marla for me and was happy at the amount. All for a fifteen-minute blowjob, a quick swallow, and a few minutes worthy of an Academy Award for acting. Definitely not a bad morning…
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Checking my watch, I estimated that it was close to Danny’s lunch break as the taxi pulled to a stop. The driver wasn’t happy. He wouldn’t find a fare out here to drive back downtown and no one in the backseat meant no money in his wallet. I knew the feeling all too well. I passed money over the back of the seat to pay the fare with a good tip added and then held up a hundred where he could see it, “I’ll be here about half-an-hour. This is yours if you take a break and wait for me.”
He agreed he needed a break. Carrying large food bags, I entered the construction yard where Danny was employed to sort and move bricks. I shook my head at the thought of rich people paying huge prices for old bricks. Then I thought of how much Jeffrey had spent this morning for a happy. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided to each their own.
Stepping carefully in my heels over the pebbles, rocks and broken bricks, I slowly made my way from the gate to the nearby cinder block building that contained the office, toilets and a small room with a table and chairs where employees could eat their lunch. Danny’s co-workers were happy to see me especially when I held out the bags of burgers and fries I’d brought for everyone. Danny’s boss, Mr. Braxton, announced over loudspeakers for everyone to come to the office. Danny was surprised to see me and really surprised when I wrapped my arms around his neck. Damn, he smelled good -sweat and dust and sunlight-as I kissed him long and thoroughly amidst whistles and catcalls from his co-workers.
I wanted to talk to Danny. I grabbed burgers and fries and dragged him outside. In the shade of the building, Danny sat on a dusty chair and spread his food out on a rickety table. I eyed the dusty chair next to his, thought of my black skirt and remained standing.
“What do you want, Olivia,” Danny asked past a mouthful of food while giving me the squint eye this time.
“Why do you always think I want something? I could have just stopped by to give my nerd’s rep a boost.”
“What do you want, Olivia,” Danny asked again. His squint eye became a stink eye.
“You wanted something last night and this morning,” I crossed my arms under my breasts and scolded with a huff. I really did. A real, honest to goodness huff.
“I want that every time I see you,” Danny said and reached over to run his hand up my leg, pausing at the hem of my skirt with lust in his eyes now. His hand crept up another inch under my skirt to massage my thigh muscles. “I wish there was a place we could go right now.”
“Mmm. That would be fun,” I replied as good feelings ran up my thighs. My huff was completely gone as Danny’s massaging fingers slowly made their way up and under my skirt another inch.
With a regretful sound Danny released my leg and turned his attention back to his food. “So, tell me why you made the trek all the way out here to bribe me with food.”
“It’s not a bribe. Not, exactly… I want a car,” I admitted.
“Is that all,” he mumbled while stuffing fries into his mouth. “Ah, thanks for the food but do I need to buy you a car to pay for it?”
“No. No, I’ll buy the car. I just need to know if it will raise questions if I pay cash for one. What would be the best way to pay for it? I’ve got all this cash and…”
“It would raise huge questions with the IRS if you plunked down tens of thousands in cash for a car,” Danny confirmed. “Why do you want a car? You’ve gotten along pretty good without one for about a year now and parking is nothing but a headache in the city. Besides, won’t your parents ask questions if you have money for an expensive, red sports car?”
“What makes you think it will be an expensive, red sports car?”
“Red, because you look good in red. A sports car because you’re nineteen. Expensive because you have the money,” Danny answered as he rolled up his trash and tossed it into a barrel. “Probably a convertible, too, and damn how cold it will be in the Winter.”
“I’ll just buy a more sensible car to drive in the Winter,” I reasoned. “We both have a reserved parking slot in the back of the apartment lot neither of us use and I don’t have to tell my parents I have a car.”
I wasn’t sure how Danny would react to the next part, but I gave a mental shrug and ploughed on, admitting, “Marla’s been after me for months to work nights. It’s more money but I’ll need a car to get around late at night when cabs are few.”
“You’ve already been with…” Danny looked away and didn’t finish his question.
“This morning? Yes,” I finished his question and gave my answer. I’d decided not to hide what I did from Danny. Not only would it be useless, but his imagination would probably create scenarios more lurid than the reality. The last time his imagination ran wild he came up with a crazy scenario where I wanted him to murder someone while robbing a bank! I had hopes that he’d be able to deal with the reality.
“I made more money for a fifteen-minute blowjob than you’ll earn in a week at this job. Just in the tip, I got,” I continued to fill in the silence as Danny remained sullen and mute. “You agreed that I should continue to act like a cash hungry call girl instead of having my fingers on millions of dollars. At least for now until whoever is looking for the money gets tired of looking. Marla has already given me weeks to settle in now that I’m ‘officially’ living in the city and not with my parents. If I start turning down easy, high money appointments…”
“You’re right. You’re right,” Danny said though clearly not liking it. “You’re not leaving to buy a car this afternoon are you?”
“No. I’ll be tied up most of the afternoon. I’ll have most of next week off so I’ll buy one then.”
“Why are you off next week?”
“You’re supposed to be a smart nerd,” I laughed. “Surely you know about menstrual periods?”
“Oh!” Danny actually blushed. I looked at my watch. I’d been here almost half-an-hour. It was time for me to leave.
“I gotta go. See you at the apartment though I may be later than usual.”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure, you’re gonna be ‘tied up’ with work,” Danny said stiffly.
I laughed and pulled Danny up out of the chair for a kiss. I held him close as his posture relaxed. Damn, he smelled good! “Danny, I was being literal when I said I’d be tied up.” I quickly explained Charlie and his passion for ropes, knots, photography, and tall women with big boobs. I also told him that Chalie was the source of most of the sexiest lingerie I had in my clothes drawers. Charlie really liked the ying/yang juxtaposition between rope and sexy lingerie. “If you’re a good boy I’ll bring home a photo…” I ended in a suggestive whisper as the office door opened and men started down the steps. I guessed break time was over.
“I’ll be very, very good,” Danny all but panted.
“Ya know. I’m beginning to think you’re not as upset about what I do as you seem,” I said, twining my fingers in the lapels of his overalls as I leaned close for a last breath of man musk. My hand, hidden from sight between our bodies, slid down to grip a hard shaft disguised under the loose fitting overalls. “I think it excites you more than you want to admit,” I accused. I relaxed my grip on of his cock and backed away when a co-worker yelled for us to get a room. Another co-worker, at least six-two in height, laughed that he was available once I got tired of ‘the runt’.
“Let me know if you come up with ideas about the car,” I called over my shoulder as I began picking my way towards the gate one carefully placed peep toe thin heel shoe after the other as all of the men yelled thanks for the food. I laughed when Danny said he’d trade ideas for photos.
