by Lauren Wood
They got into the limousine and he undid his belt and pulled down his pants to his ankles. He took them off and laid them gently near the door preventing any sort of crease or wrinkle to appear. He undid his shirt, a white crisp Italian original like most of his wardrobe. There was only one man that he would trust with what he put on his body and unfortunately that man was getting up there in age. He could only hope that the next generation would be as meticulous and have the same quality that he was looking for.
“I’m not going to take off my underwear and that’s entirely up to you. I have to say that you have very pretty lips. I can only hope that you can take 9 inches. What you see right now is not exactly what you’re going to get.” He had never liked his flaccid state. When her lips began working their magic it was like she was pumping air into a balloon.
“Holy fuck… I’m going to choke on this thing.” Emily had known that sometimes sex is a good way to blow off some steam. She actually liked sucking cock and this man had a sort of class that made it easier to swallow literally and figuratively. “I fucking love it and you certainly wouldn’t know that you possessed this. You’re what my gender would call a grower and not a shower.” It was a pillar of strength and she easily slipped the crown passed her blood red painted lips.
She barely had a few inches in her mouth when Brad decided that it was time to do something to bring him more pleasure. This was another one of those times that he felt dirty. He pressed on the back of her head and made her gag with those first few inches in her throat. She grabbed onto his thighs and he did her the courtesy of wrapping his hands in her hair in a not so delicate way.
“I’m sure that this is not… Yes…fuck…the only time that you have done this. I don’t know where you learned this technique, but somebody up there likes me. You can feel my cock pressing against your cheek and now I want to use your mouth until I get off.” He was lifting his ass off the chair and he purposely used the remote to lower the partition to let the driver get a bird’s eye view of what he was experiencing. He had a bit of a voyeuristic streak. That was not the only fetish that he had found on his travels around the world.
The driver swallowed hard and moved his hand across his brow from the heat that was now joining him in the driver’s seat. He patted his crotch and reminded himself that after this job was finished that he would be able to go back and see Sheila for one more round at $100 a pop.
Biting his bottom lip, Brad felt his balls already quite large and in charge. “I want you to look at me and to show me how much you enjoy struggling to take that down your throat. I want to see your enthusiasm. I want to hold you still and make you breathe through your nose.” He loved telling his women what he was going to do. He wanted to see if he could shock them into denying him his satisfaction. “I have to tell you that even though we won’t see each other ever again, I will miss those tits. It galls me that I wasn’t able to buy them for you and hold them over your head as leverage to get you to become one of my many in every port.” He was grunting and groaning, but he prided itself on having the kind of stamina that would have girls wondering when and if he was ever going to cum. “I do love the way that you use your tongue. It’s so much better than hearing you talk about stupid things like clothes and how you wanna be an actress.” He saw the anger in her eyes and that was exactly what he wanted to see.
He was ramming it into her throat with relative ease and he could see the slick shine of his shaft each time that it had exited. He wasn’t about to do his own dirty work and this was entirely her job to finish to completion. His balls were slapping obscenely against her chin. Normally, most girls would be able to tell when a guy was going to cum from their facial contortions and mask of lust. He was different and the only indication that this was going to happen was the continuous throbbing of that vein along the back.
He shot the first shot across her tongue and then he pulled out with her hand now jacking it like she had known all along what he was going to do.
She didn’t get a chance to pull down her dress and his hot spunk landed on her bare flesh along her neck and down into the valley. His seed was white hot and she saw it soaking through the material making her look like some sort of trick on the side of the street. She saw the tendons in his neck straining for release and by the time that he was done she was coated and glazed like some sort of nasty doughnut.
Brad had closed his eyes and before that moment had arrived his fantasies were revolving around a certain chef that was going to be coming to his penthouse tomorrow night. He had never felt himself that jacked up. He hadn’t fired that much in quite some time. It was her face and body that caused him to ride that wave of orgasmic bliss.
He had this sheen of sexual sweat dripping down his cleanly shaved chest. He never did like hair, unless it was on the top of his head. The rest of his body was hairless except for his legs. He had begun shaving his private area when he was younger and had found that no hair was better. He was a little put off by women that decided to go natural, especially in the European continents.
“I have to say that I am mildly impressed, but I believe that our time together has come to an end. To be honest, you’re not really my type and I like a girl that has a bit more curves like that of an hourglass. Your breasts are fantastic and I do like that I was able to coat them in my sweet stuff.” He reached over and opened the door as the limousine had come to a stop at the corner of a not so safe neighborhood. This was another one of his kinks and having them take that walk of shame with those lecherous stares from those guys that were peering in the darkness was keeping him hot to the touch.
“You can’t be serious. There is no possible way that I’m going to go out there in my condition. If you were any kind of gentlemen, you would take me someplace nice and pay for a room for the night. I don’t think that is going above and beyond. I did give you what you wanted.” She was being very upfront and was trying her best to put her foot down in a more dominant way. Her mother had taught her that pleasing a man was a 24 hour a day job and that if you shirked your duties that somebody would come along and do them for you.
“I appreciate your need for privacy, but I’m afraid that this is where we part ways. You can either get out gracefully, or I can have my man in the front seat forcibly eject you from the car. Honestly, I don’t care which way it goes and either way you’re getting out of the car one way or the other.” He’d found a certain excitement from pushing the envelope and with her dress stained like that of some cum junky, she was certainly going to make for an interesting site by those that might be licking their lips to get a piece of her themselves.
“If you don’t want me to scream and to make a scene, then you will do as I request. I’m not asking for anything that I don’t deserve. A little discretion goes a long way. With this new part in this movie, I can’t be seen by those camera toting thugs that want to get their 15 minutes of fame by catching me doing something that wouldn’t be considered family friendly.”
“I don’t think that you understand the position that you’re in. It’s not as bad as you think it is. You will get out of this car and there will be a taxi behind us to take you to wherever you want to go for the evening. Mention my name at the desk and they will give you the penthouse suite. You can even order anything you want from room service but by eleven o’clock the next morning you have to be out of that room and out of my life.” The door was still open and she covered herself the best that she could, as she gave him a dirty look and then ran to the taxi and climbed into the cab that was provided.
Brad didn’t even bother pulling up his pants. The tinted windows had made it all that much more delicious to see people trying to look in and not being able to. They would assume that he was some big deal. He looked down at the photo one last time and he had to smile knowing that this woman was not only going to feed his appetite for food, but also his appetite for something else that went hand in hand. He didn’t think that Conner would come through. He had mentioned this fetish in
passing after eating a delicious cheesecake. It brought to mind what it would be like to eat it off of a woman’s body and that was what made him think of this particular idea. Brad was only in his late twenties with a close cropped mane of brown hair, standing at 6 feet tall and 220 pounds that he had sculpted in a gym that was made in his honor.
Chapter 3
April didn’t have any idea of what kind of food Brad Johnson liked and decided to mix things up with a fare that was a little bit more original than most would’ve thought. She liked to bring fusion to the table and those that tasted it never thought it would work. It would turn out to be the best thing that they ever put in their mouth. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I somewhat feel that Conner is pimping me out, but I am doing this by my own free will. There might be a protest in my throat, but the money is too good to pass up. I know that my mother would never condone such an action, but it’s not like I had promised to have sex with him. I’m going to make it very clear that I’m only here to serve him food and nothing more.”
April had gotten a weird look from the doorman like he somehow knew what the resident in the penthouse suite was all about. She got this feeling that random visits from women were not uncommon. She was going to need to scrub her body raw after being that close to somebody that had too many lovers to count. It was a known fact that Brad Johnson was notorious for bed hopping. There were also rumors about the way that he showed his appreciation after the deed had been done.
“Mr. Johnson is waiting for you. He requests that you set everything up on the table. If you don’t mind me saying, you’re not exactly what I was expecting when he told me to expect a woman. I mean that with no offense. There are guys like me that would feel it’s an honor to be with a woman like you.” He had always been into bigger girls and this one with her wide hips and huge breasts had certainly gotten his attention. It was a good thing that he was behind the desk or his unusual problem would’ve been noticeable.
“If you’re trying to make me blush, then you’re doing a remarkable job. It’s nice to have a fan and it hasn’t always been that way growing up. I’m not going to go into detail, but let’s just say that my purity was intact until I was 21. I know that this is a little strange to be conversing about, but I guess I’m just a little bit nervous about what to expect.” She was waiting patiently for the elevator to return 40 floors. “This guy is not that bad looking. He doesn’t seem to be undressing me with his eyes. I’m not sure that I would want to sleep with him. He does have a ring on his marriage finger. I do appreciate the compliment and having someone fawning over me does wonders for my ego.
“I’m not just saying that. Let me show you a picture of my wife and that should prove to you that I’m on the level. I have to say that a threesome with you and my wife would definitely be something that I would love to cross off my bucket list. I hate to be that bold, but sometimes you can get a lot more from being direct than doing nothing at all.” He showed her a picture of his wife and they had similar builds.
“I feel that there’s something that you should know about me. I’ve taken a break from men altogether. You could say that one man has ruined it for all of you. I don’t really know when I will cast aside my celibacy, but I don’t think that’s going to be tonight.” April could see the crestfallen expression on his face and most likely his raging member had now been tamed. “I think a couple of years ago; I might’ve been interested to walk on the wild side. Tonight is all about the food and there will be nothing untoward between myself and Mr. Johnson.” The elevator arrived and she went inside with a glimmer of a smile from knowing that she was never going to succumb to anybody’s charms.
Phillip the doorman was worried about what she was getting herself into and was prepared to intervene if necessary. He had seen some of these women coming out with their heels in their hand and their makeup smeared. They looked like they were hit and run victims and stumbled with this bemused and dazed look in their eyes. He hoped that he didn’t have to see that coming from the delectable creature that had just walked by him with a certain perfume.
April was still a little nervous and that nervous habit about pulling at her hair had come back in spades. She stopped herself and then walked into the penthouse with a spiral staircase that went to the second floor. The floor was made of red pine wood and the furniture was white leather with a huge television encased in the wall. The kitchen had a black marble counter and a long rectangular table that had the makings of a dinner party for at least 10 people.
She was drawn to the balcony and opened up the door to overlook New York City with the dazzling lights of Broadway down the street. She was mesmerized by the sight and it took her a moment to realize that this man probably took this kind of view for granted.
“I have to say that I’m a little disappointed.” Brad was wearing a white suit jacket with a pair of black pants and a black as night shirt.
April turned and the sight of him sent these tiny tremors to the inside of her thighs. She had decided on something more professional to wear and didn’t want to dangle the bait in front of a starving dog. Her black pants and white blouse was a perfect complement to what he was wearing. She thought that she had done something wrong and that this was going to be over before it even began.
“I’m sorry if I’m not what you expected.” She was about to go into a tirade about how women are built differently, but got a hand up in front of her face to silent any kind of explanation.
“I didn’t mean that you were a disappointment. Far from it. What I mean was that I was expecting you to have everything prepared. I guess I can’t blame you for getting caught up in the view of the city. I have several residences around the world, but I find this place is my favorite.” She walked by him into the kitchen with her hands now busily taking things out of the bag and preparing them for the pots and pans that she had brought with her. The first thing that caught his attention was the way that her breasts were the same size as that would be actress last night. They were firm and quite spectacular and they were the realest that he had ever seen. The fragrance of her perfume was intoxicating.
“I decided to use two distinct cultures together tonight for your culinary sampling. You don’t normally equate Mexican with Japanese, but I think that you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Her knife skills were better than some and she moved with the kind of precision that you would find from those chefs that had been in the business for more than five years. “This guy is full of himself and he obviously thinks that women should be throwing themselves at his feet. I have to admit that the package is nice but I’ve seen better when it comes to what he possesses below his belt.” She was busily preparing the meal and she bent over at certain times which of course gave him a glimpse of the assets that she found to be her most attractive quality. In this position, something else began to show itself in the snakelike object now moving down the inside of his pants. Her eyes went wide to understand how it was possible that what she was seeing was real.
“I’m paying you $100,000. Let’s just say that I expect something more than a good meal. I don’t have to pay for sex. What I do require is that you strip down to nothing. I want you to climb up on the table when you’re finished with preparing this meal. I don’t know how you’re going to withstand my hot tongue and my lips sucking it off of each piece of exposed skin. If you can’t control yourself, then I’m sure that I can provide you with a release for your arousal.” Brad had taken off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt halfway. It was a playboy wannabe kind of thing to do, but he felt like things were getting heated in the kitchen.
April stopped with that knife in hand and she couldn’t believe that this was part of the requirements. She felt a little awkward and was about to express her displeasure, but then those flashing dollar signs were telling her that it was a small price to pay for her dream.
“You could’ve had me make you this meal and then brought in a woman to give you that extra kink. I have to question why you would go to
all this trouble to get a woman like me that has no interest in sleeping with you to come up here to cook your meal.” April was being defensive and decided that the best way to keep him from thinking that there could be anything between them was to make this as professional as possible.
“I want the whole package. I want the woman with that creative mind to be at the mercy of my desire for food. Call it an eccentric request. If you don’t do this for me, then I’m sure that I can find somebody else. I would rather not start over. What I see in front of me is something that I have to see naked. I want you to take your time and to really draw out the experience of stripping down to your birthday suit.”
“I would say that you should be ashamed of yourself, but I don’t think that I would be saying anything that you don’t already know. You have this assumption that women will do anything for money. I’m only doing this because I feel that I have no other option.” April closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see his reaction as her body became more of a lifelike piece of art exposed to his eager eyes. “I won’t have this dream unless I go through with this and I just hope that I can keep him from becoming overly excited. Then again, I might have that same problem and this guy might have an ego, but there’s a reason for that. He has worked hard to get to where he is and I’m sure that those muscles were not something that he came about by accident. His huge shoulders and bulging biceps is the perfect icing to the cake. I find myself salivating to pull down his zipper to get at the bit of meat that is more than a mouthful. I know that I’m risking my self imposed celibacy.”
Brad knew that this was getting good. This was that guilty pleasure that had him taking off his shirt, but leaving on the pants. Her eyes closed had that kind of cute factor and that black lacey bra was not exactly hiding the boulders that were ready to be uncovered. He saw her shaky fingers and then those cups came away in her hands. She didn’t stop there and he watched as those big panties slid down her abundant thighs. He noticed right away that there was no hair and he wanted to reach out to feel the smoothness of those lips.