by Sean Brandon
“Fuck me,” she spoke.
I grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to the edge of the table with no hesitation. I set one ankle on each shoulder, lined up my cock with her pussy, and thrust slowly inside of her.
After the second fuck I had carried her into the bathroom and filled the Jacuzzi tub. The bathtub was big enough for both of us to invite a friend to join in, so we had plenty of room. She planted herself under one of my arms and we soaked in silence for a long time.
“Okay, I’m wrinkled enough,” she said. She had fallen asleep while soaking with me and I just let her doze. She looked at me but didn’t move an inch.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“This is magical. My apartment only has a shower, so I don’t get too many baths anymore.”
I stepped out, picked up one of my huge fluffy towels and pulled her to a standing position. I dried her slowly and thoroughly then she dried me. She grabbed my cock but before she could start anything I picked her up again and walked into the bedroom. I gently laid her on the massive bed and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled me down on top of her then locked her ankles behind me. Then as I kissed her lips, chin and throat she let me go, and slowly I began kissing my way south.
I kissed slowly, dragging my tongue over her flesh, slowing down when she gave me a reaction I could work with, enjoying her squirming. Soon enough my lips grazed her pussy, lightly licking, tasting her warm scent, fixing it in my memory. She tasted fresh, she was very moist, and her lips readily gave way whenever I licked them. I lifted a leg and slipped under it, finding a better position. My tongue licked a zig zag rhythm as it moved up her pussy lips, then stopped all upward progress when I got to her clit.
That’s when I began licking a slow but steady circle around her clit, my hand reaching up to first separate then slowly trace her pussy lips. I kissed my way downward, making sure to go slowly as she had begun the day as a virgin.
I slowly thrust my tongue deep inside of her, my nose finally coming to rest on her clit. She laughed at first but grew to like it as I began working circles around her tender button.
“Ahhh…” she cried out.
I began running my tongue around in a circle in her pussy, then withdrew it from inside of her and it took up its own residence licking circles around her clit. My finger slipped inside of her, reaching up for that soft section behind the clit, then continued to gently probe and tease.
“Ahhh…” she cried out again.
I continued to lick, slow, steady, and whenever she got a little louder I stayed in that very spot, licking, tasting, loving it. She pulled at the covers, her legs pressing out, her moaning becoming louder and constant. I licked, swirled my tongue, and licked some more. Her pussy lips were engorged, their color becoming darker. I licked further south but her hands pulled my face right back up to her pussy, right to the clit.
“Take a hint from Cosmo and do what I am directing you to do,” she said as her lead lifted off the pillow.
When my tongue reunited with her clit her moans reached a new loudness and her head lay back on the pillow. I switched to a slow up and down licking on her pussy until her hand grabbed a handful of hair.
“Did I tell you to change it up?” she barked. “No, I did not.”
I started the circular licking once again and vowed to never leave that pattern once her moans returned to normal.
“Ahhh…” she cried out again. “Ahhh…”
I licked, never varied, I licked and she moaned. Her hips began pushing into my face, the warm wetness providing confirmation that I was doing the right thing. I continued circling her clit with my tongue until finally she thrust her hips into the air, pushing her pussy into my face, her hand taking hold of my hair, and her lips emitted the sweetest sounding moans.
“Arrgh, fuck, muck, fuck, oh yeah, oh yeah, yay Jesus, fuck me with your mouth,” as her legs pressed together forcefully and her body tensed up. Then she relaxed back into the bed as her orgasm subsided. She sat still for a few seconds and I continued licking.
“Stop licking,” she said sternly.
I decided to do as she asked.
I awoke the next morning as the sun was coming up. Something was different; when I went to check my balls, which I did first thing every morning, there was a head in the way and far as I could tell most of my cock was in her mouth.
“Darla,” I said.
“MMphh?” she looked up at me, the dim lights in the room showed her face looking at me inquiringly.
“MMphh!” I said.
She took her mouth off my cock, I was suddenly sad.
“I have to get to school but I wanted to wake you up with a blowjob, okay?” she said.
“That’s awesome,” I said a little too loud. My cock was throbbing, giving me its own reminder that she was waking me up the proper way.
“Well hurry up and cum, I need to shower, eat, and get to an eight o’clock class,” she said with a smirk.
One hand began to stroke me firmly, the other was juggling balls as her lips closed in on my tender nuggets, then first her tongue and suddenly her TEETH, but it was a light bite, I could let it slide.
“I’ll cook breakfast while you shower, you just keep on waking me up,” I said.
Then her mouth swallowed m once again and began to bob up and down faster, faster, no teeth, just the velvety warmth of her mouth completely circling my cock, tongue dancing on the underside, an amazing blowjob at any hour of the day. I didn’t want to cum as quickly as I did, but then again, I didn’t know how long she had been sucking me off before I woke up. Just as she got it as deep into her mouth as she could my balls shivered and sperm went outward on its quest.
The next few seconds were not pretty though funny. Her throat rejected the sudden infusion of sperm which made her mouth decide not to suck my cock anymore and she sneezed or coughed, does it really matter which one, which caused a shower of sperm to submit forth from her lips, showering my lower stomach and crotch with my own sweet nectar. She was coughing and laughing, I was laughing, and she pulled herself up and into my arms.
“That was most certainly not the ending I planned for, Mr. Brandon,” she said coquettishly. “I would have swallowed if you had waited a few seconds longer.”
Then she leaned in and kissed me and I kissed her back. I still had her sweet scent from the night before on my lips and she had my essence right there as well.
“What would you like for breakfast?” I asked.
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Here’s the first part of this story, Rules of Service: The Customer Comes First
Rules of Service: The Customer Comes First
By Sean Brandon
Chapter One
“I’ve spent too much money with your firm to put up with service this bad. At some time you’re just fucking me in the ass and laughing in my face,” I said into the phone.
“Especially laughing in your ass,” said Shannon, “or did I get that wrong?”
She was good. I laughed and it broke the tension. “I’m glad you can crack a joke, but can you fix the problem?”
“Look, you spend a quarter of a million dollars with us annually so you’re obviously important to us.” Shannon’s voice was firm yet pleading with me. I didn’t say anything. I already knew how much we were spending with her firm.
Once the silence drew on too long she spoke. “Listen, I’m in the Valley, why don’t I come down and take you out to dinner. We’ll talk this over in person.”
I needed to know that they valued me as a customer. I figured I was a small one, but buying me A MEAL would help improve the relationship. I gave in to having dinner with her. “What do you look like?” I asked.
“I have red hair, and am pleasant to look at, or so I’m told, 5’10” tall and smile a lot. See you at 7:00-ish,” she said then rung off.
The sushi restaurant I chose was a five-minute walk from my house. “Hey, Sean,” said Amy, the hostess with the prettiest brown eyes this side of anywhere. She had th
e cutest round face and was always a ray of sunshine. She had a toned volleyball body and dark brown hair you wanted to run your fingers through.
“Amy,” I said. “Stop breaking my heart and have a drink with me?”
“Any time you want, Sean. But you’ll only end up frustrated since I am engaged and a drink is all we’ll ever share,” she said, though the twinkle in her eyes took the sting out of the turndown.
I heard a loud sounds as someone slapped my ass. “Ouch, Jen,” I called out and half the restaurant looked our way.
“You love me, admit it, Sean,” she said.
Jen laughed her devilish laugh as I turned around to face her. She was far enough shorter than my 6’4” height. She had to look way up to meet my eyes. My ass stung from the slap but all I saw were her doe-like eyes. Her hands laced themselves behind my neck, pulled my face closer to hers, and she kissed both cheeks then ended with a kiss on the lips. She lingered longer than usual.
“I do love it,” I said, and I was laughing. She gave me the same greeting every time I visited, though the slap on the ass was new and the extended kiss was a nice touch.
Jen had taken a trip to Spain after she graduated college and the kiss greeting was now her standard for everyone, not just me. It was all part of the show. She provided good service, treated me like I was special whenever I was there, and even gave me a warm greeting when I saw her on the street. I looked around but didn’t see any redheaded women anywhere in the restaurant or at the sushi bar.
“Come on, we have your table waiting for you. Who are you feeding then taking home tonight?” asked Jen, a sweet smirk plastered on her lips, as she led me through the restaurant.
“She’s not going home with me. It’s a business meeting.” I said, “She said she’s a tall redhead.”
“You mean like the redhead who’s been looking in the front window for the past five minutes?” she asked.
I looked outside and sure enough there was a tall redhead looking right at me, a smile on her lips. I waved and motioned for her to come inside as I leaned over to Jen.
“She’s buying, so let’s punish her,” I said.
Jen just stared at me with a huge smile on her face. “You know my language,” she said. “Chef just received some special cold sake and a very rare tuna that melts on your tongue. Is that a good place to start?” she asked.
“I’m in your hands,” I said. “Also bring sparkling water and a sashimi plate, you know what I like and what I hate.”
“Sean hates eel, octopus and teeth during a blowjob,” she said. “What don’t I know about you?”
“You’re such a tease,” I said just as Shannon walked up. “Yet I still don’t know if you love me or hate me.”
“Proper love encompasses both,” she said.
Shannon walked in with a truckload of confidence, a spring in her step, and enough thigh showing to make me want to see a lot more. She had certainly hedged her bet, for on that night she was the prettiest woman in the room. I could see it in Jen’s reaction. Jen ruled the sushi bar. If a prettier woman entered her territory the results were either a display of anger or a sudden turn to the timid. This was going to be an interesting night. Shannon was wearing a thin black dress that hugged her figure and proved that she was not wearing a bra. Her legs were long and looked more like stable support systems.
My favorite booth was in the back corner, on a slight platform, with a view of the entire restaurant. That meant Shannon had to walk past everyone before she got to where I was standing, waiting for her. A hush fell over the room as people moved chairs to get a glimpse of her as she walked by them and right up to me.
I held my hand out to shake hers but she walked right up to me and gave me a hug. I didn’t expect it but it was a good touch. “Sean, we’re going to find a solution to this problem then you and I will be good friends, okay?”
She held on to me and wouldn’t let me go, but leaned back a little bit. “Show me how that kiss greeting goes, I liked watching that,” she said. Her confidence certainly could have been over-powering.
I leaned forward, kissed her on one cheek, then the other cheek, and kissed her on the lips. She tasted like Cherry Chapstick.
“Nice,” she said. “We’re off to a good start already.”
She finally let me go and I waited for her to slide in to her side of the booth, then slid in myself. “Jen travelled to Spain a while back and said the three kiss greeting is only for people you really like,” I said, feeling at ease with Shannon.
Shannon was alive, sexy, and confident. I noticed the other patrons went back to their own meals and stopped gazing at her. That was when Jen showed up at our table.
“So you’re Sean’s redhead for dinner,” said Jen with far too much sarcasm for me to feel comfortable. She started setting out the sake, sparkling water and sashimi for us.
Jen was used to being the cutest girl in the restaurant most of the time, so when someone came in looking as good as Shannon did it could produce sparks. There was no reason why there should be a problem but, Jen could find one. Jen was exceptional to look at, but she was the jealous type and staked out her restaurant territory as she pleased. All the employees and the owner were used to it and accepted her for who she was.
Jen had tried to play pro beach volleyball but never found the right partner. A few too many years had passed and it became clear she wasn’t going to make it as a pro-athlete. She still played volleyball daily and played hard. Even on my most stressful day, watching her play with her friends made me hard every time. I watched as Jen walked away from our table and turned on a little extra wiggle.
“Sean, come back to earth,” said Shannon teasing me but bringing my focus back to her.
“Sorry, lost for a second there. I’ve ordered a few things,” I said. “I ordered Sashimi, tuna and some special sake. When Jen comes back we can order whatever you like.”
“I feel pretty certain that I like most of the same things that you like,” she said, a salacious grin plastered on her lips.
I was half hard already between Jen and Shannon hugging and kissing me, though I figured I had a better shot with Jen and had wanted that shot for a long time.
“What else may I get you?” asked Jen, appearing out of nowhere.
“A second chance,” said Shannon, as she looked me directly in the eyes.
It broke the tension and even Jen laughed. “I like this one, Sean,” she said.
“Nothing right now,” I said.
“More sake,” said Shannon.
“Watch out for this one, Sean. She’s tougher than that pale white skin would lead you to believe,” said Jen. Then she turned and walked away. “A second chance,” she muttered walking off.
“Can we talk guarantees and how you plan to deliver what you haven’t been able to do so far?” I asked.
“Hold on. Can we talk cars for five minutes just to get warmed up? If I only wanted to bang out an agreement with you I could have done that on the phone,” she said.
“Cars, why cars?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes, indicating that I didn’t get it. “The topic doesn’t matter. We’re here, let’s relax and chat for a bit, work our way into it,” she said. “Besides, I’m buying, remember?”
By the time we cracked the second bottle of sake Shannon had had me laughing again and often. She was good. She’d started as a receptionist at her company so she knew how many people complained. And she also knew that they had fucked up with our account. She’d admitted that her employer had some serious quality control issues but kept reassuring me that she was there to fix those problems.
She did her best to keep the conversation away from business. The conversation flowed from the Lakers to the ocean, vacations, to what we wore around the house. She grinned at me when she announced, “I usually walk around the house in a thong, or nothing.”
“That’s an interesting statement but, you’re married,” I said.
She inhaled. This was all a part of
some game she was playing. “I am married, how did you know?”
“You wear a wedding ring, though not tonight,” I said. The skin around her ring finger was lighter where a ring usually sat.
“It was the finger, right?” she asked. I nodded yes, noting she was clearly busted. I refilled both of our sake cups and leaned back in the seat. I raised a silent toast and downed it as did she.
“My business isn’t dependent on your marital status, Shannon. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to keep my business. I have to answer to people.”
“I thought you were the CEO?” she asked.
“Also majority stockholder but, my people hate your people,” I said. It is a problem I have to solve.”
“You’re one of those guys that wouldn’t even be happy if I blew you right here, aren’t you?” She said as Jen arrived with the special tuna.
Jen didn’t miss a beat. “I’d be happy if you blew him right here,” said Jen. “Sure would take the pressure off of me. He can be a bigger pain in the ass than a torn fingernail.”
We all laughed and once again Jen walked off.
“A blow job won’t solve my technical problems,” I said.
“What problem would a blow job solve?’ she asked with a smirk on her lips. Again I didn’t reply.
Shannon poured more sake for each of us, downed hers, and then slid under the table. I slammed my sake, interested to see what came next. I took a quick glance around the restaurant. With the exception of Jen, no one was paying us any attention, and even Jen didn’t see Shannon slide under the table.
As her hand found my zipper and pulled it lower I said, “You’re kidding,” not sure what to expect but willing to wait and see what happened. Then she tugged my pants down, and I heard the thud of my keys hitting the floor. One of her hands grabbed my cock and the other one grabbed my balls.