For author Jenika Snow, with gratitude.
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PART ONE: UNTAMED
"Watch those fucking teeth."
Gage was getting fucking annoyed. Not that he really had too much to complain about; here he was, naked with a ridiculously beautiful woman...really, what was the deal? He shouldn't have been giving two shits about some minor friction.
The deal was, he had trained her better. She was paying him good money to learn. Why the hell couldn't the silly bitch listen?
The woman, a tall, leggy blonde with the lithe frame of a runway model, lay across his bed on her back, her head dangling over the edge on the mattress and in close proximity to his pelvis, her lush hair pooling across the floor. His cock was crammed into her mouth and she was taking it as (he assumed) well as she could, considering that it was much like trying to swallow a python. Her peachy little tits jiggled as she writhed against the mattress, and Gage cupped them in his big hands, squeezing, pinching her dark pink nipples. They hardened between his fingertips; she gasped audibly against his dick and her suction deepened pleasurably.
"Mmmmmmm..."
That's better.
"Spread your legs, Steph. A man wants to look at the pussy he's gonna be fucking later while you give him head."
The lady obliged, spreading her slender thighs, exposing her perfectly groomed golden blonde bush and the soft pink folds beneath it. Damn, she was wet; he could see the slick glossiness of her desire. He tweaked her nipples again, massaging her breasts against his big palms, and she released a muffled moan. He preferred bigger tits, in all honesty, the lush heavy type that felt weighty in his hands. But when you got paid to fuck, and teach the ladies how to do it right, who was complaining--
He winced as she tightened her mouth around his dick. "Steph, for fuck's sake, those teeth! Relax, girl. Pull your lips under, like I showed you. And get those hands busy. Your husband isn't going to buy you that new tennis bracelet if you don't get this right."
The mention of something sparkly from Tiffany's seemed to do the trick. Stephanie, one of his most loyal--and well-paying--clients, obeyed. She gripped the base of his monstrous dick in both of her slender hands and began to stroke and squeeze the way he had shown her in their last session. Gage pushed slowly deeper, feeling the top of her throat open to him. Her lips tightened in a sweet little O around his shaft and suddenly he was rocking against her, slow-fucking her face, everything moving with slick goodness.
"That's good, Steph...ohhh, really fucking good."
Her hands were moving the right way, by God; Gage groaned and sped up his thrusting. She gagged slightly, her throat spasming, and that felt goddamn good, too. He felt that old familiar pressure collecting in his thighs, his balls tightening. Would he warn her this time? Her fat, slow husband might not...
"Get ready, Steph. Think of it as candy, baby."
He squeezed her tits and one of her hands shot down to her pussy as the other continued to jerk the base of his cock. She fingered herself wildly, her fingers becoming slick with hot love juices; Gage gave a final few thrusts into her mouth and came, groaning. A shudder rippled through Stephanie's body as she swallowed his load, and Gage felt enormous pride color the tail end of his orgasm.
The master triumphs once again. After all, what use was it teaching a woman how to pleasure another man, if he could not see her pleasured as well?
His dick softened sweetly in her mouth and he pulled it out with a meaty pop! He slapped the big snubbed head gently against her lips and she licked any remaining cum up like a good little pupil. Gage gave her nipples one last friendly tweak and pulled away, winking down at her.
"Good girl, Stephanie."
Still flushed and panting, Stephanie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and flipped him the bird. He chuckled and strode across the big loft apartment, his shiny-wet dick bobbing in front of him at half-mast. Behind him, Stephanie climbed off the messy bed and tripped into the bathroom to shower. Gage glanced at her as he pulled on his robe, admiring her high tight little ass as she went.
“Hey, Steph, what are you gonna tell Harold when he asks where you learned that technique?”
Stephanie chortled from the bathroom. "Girl scouts."
"Thought you'd say band camp."
"Cute."
Gage heard the tall glass shower door click open and close and the water start running. He strolled into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of black coffee from his always-reliable pot, and strolled back out into the huge open loft where he both lived and worked. One wall was lined with tall mirrors and he paused in front of them, sipping his coffee and looking pensively at his reflection.
Gage had been a self-employed, professional sex trainer since his mid-20s, after an adolescent career of banging more bar girls, club sluts, and teenage horndogs than he could count. He had purchased this loft apartment and opened his one-man business, XXXposed, within two years of going pro. Now, even in his mid-30s, he still looked like a man in his absolute prime, standing just over six feet and two inches, with a body sculpted to perfection. He ate right and honed his physique to knife edge-sharpness in the building’s private gym, and the ladies were never disappointed. His half-Scottish, half-Russian ancestry had blessed him with the powerful chiseled features that women pined over on their favorite romance novel covers, and his smooth, shoulder-length black hair gave him an air of gothic mystery. Add to that lots of bad boy tattoos, piercings in all the right places, and a big, thick cock that never quit, he offered the whole package.
His clientele was loyal and varied. Women came to him who wanted to learn to please men professionally, to sharpen their skills. Hookers, strippers. He wore a rubber with those to keep it safe, though like most guys, he preferred to ride bareback. There were women who wanted to learn to pleasure their men better, or who were dissatisfied with their rich husbands or boyfriends. Guys who couldn't keep it up...or get it up at all. Guys who cheated or kept mistresses on the side. Some folks said he was an asshole for being a “back door man”. But he had his reasons for choosing this life, beyond the obvious perks of physical pleasure and loads of cash: his dad had never really loved his mom, and had shattered her emotionally and financially with his incessant cheating. Gage was just helping the ladies get their sweet revenge these days. Their reasons for coming to him were none of his beeswax. The ladies paid, he trained and he pleasured. His sole duty was to have a girl moaning his name.
Then there were the girls who liked the kinky shit. The whips and chains, the dirty talk. Girls who wanted to be tied onto a sawhorse and doggy-style fucked til they cried. There was a release in that for a lot of them, he thought. Some kind of awakening that satisfied a deep, primal part of a woman's psyche.
They paid well...every single one of them. And if any of them slacked in keeping their appointments, he would send them flo
wers and a sweet note. God, what a life.
In the bathroom, the shower turned off. Gage cocked his head in that direction and shouted, “Steph, my next appointment is due in thirty and I have to shower! Chop, chop!”
Stephanie walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair vigorously with one of his towels. She tossed it at him and he caught it in mid-air, only feeling slightly annoyed (she was, after all, an excellent client). She dressed, chattering as she did.
“Gage, baby…”
“Yeah?” He sipped his coffee, knowing what was coming.
“I was thinking…we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and I know I‘ve asked you this before but…can’t we go out for a drink sometime? Just once?”
Now it was Gage’s turn to chuckle. “Yeah, Steph, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now. Problem is I think you keep forgetting that it’s a professional arrangement. Catch my drift?”
She pouted, and now he really was annoyed. “I knowwww… I was just thinking, you know—“
“Steph, I love ya, honey. I really do. You’re a great client and a great fuck. But I don’t do relationships. You know that. So do us both a favor and stop asking, ok?”
Her pout deepened. He came over to her and briefly pulled her close, pressing his mouth to hers, his tongue gently probing. She weakened against him, sighing, her breath a warm exhale into his mouth and throat. When he pulled away, she licked her lips and gazed at him with half-lidded adoration. When he pulled away, she was licking her lips dreamily.
“Get outta here and go earn those diamonds, darling.”
There was a knock on the door. Stephanie signed and grabbed her purse, letting him guide her to the door. Standing outside in the hallway was a tiny, very attractive Asian woman in her mid-thirties. Her sleek black hair hung in a glossy sheath to her shoulders; her dark, almond-shaped eyes twinkled. Oh yeah, she was excited for what was to come. Gage took note of this with pleasure.
Stephanie shot a sour glance at his next client and strolled off down the hall to the elevators, her perky blonde head held high.
Gage turned his attention to his next session and winked at her, his lips rising in a half-smirk. "Hey, Janet...long time no see. Ready for that deep-tissue work you've been asking for?"
Janet, a successful lawyer who had no spouse to please and had a lot of steam to blow off, grinned hugely. "Oh, yeah. You still take checks?"
"If they're your checks, hell yes."
Janet strode into the apartment, fishing in her purse as she went. She handed him an envelope and he opened it, briefly withdrawing the personal check tucked inside.
"Dammit, Janet...I knew I was good, but shit!"
Janet winked as she removed her jacket, draping it across the back of the sofa before unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a shiny black satin bra. Gage grinned and slipped his paycheck into a drawer.
"Rearing to go, are we?"
Janet tossed her blouse down with her jacket and strode toward his freshly-changed bed. "I don't pay you to talk, honey. Let's go."
By the time he had joined her by the bed, she had kicked off her heels and slipped out of her pantsuit trousers. She was wearing black satin boy shorts that matched the bra and he pulled her against him, squeezing her tight little ass in his big hands. She kissed him, hot and sloppy, her fingers twining into his black hair. He unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor before pushing her back onto the bed, sliding her panties off as he did it.
He had remade the bed with her in mind: red satin sheets. Janet loved luxury. She moved sinuously against the slippery fabric, her back arching, dipping one hand down to rub herself off as she gazed up at him. He untied his robe and tossed it aside, and her eyes sparkled at the sight of his already hard display. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her, kissing her again, his tongue twining with hers. She was still rubbing herself off with one hand while the other gripped his rock-hard dick, moving up and down his beefy shaft. He pushed into her hand a few times, grunting.
"Mmmm, you make me feel so fucking good, baby. What can I do for you?"
"Suck my tits," she panted.
She arched up, pushing her almost non-existent breasts upward toward him. Again with the small tits. Oh, well. Her nipples were nice: slightly puffy, and very sensitive. He kissed and nibbled his way down her throat before shifting his weight onto her and cupping the little mounds in both hands, massaging them until her nipples were puckered with lust. She gasped as he went to work, alternately pulling each bullet-hard bud into his mouth, sucking, licking, teasing with the tip of his tongue and the silver stud that pierced it as he toyed with the other with his fingertips. Soon she was humping against his flat rippling belly, smearing him with hot pussy juices, moaning. He could smell her goddamn need. He gave each of her nipples one more lick and then moved down, letting his tongue leave a slippery trail down her torso. He kissed her navel and murmured, "Spread those pretty legs wide for me, baby."
She obeyed and he kissed her pelvic bones and then the top of her mound. Janet liked to shave everything completely, which he always thought was weird--he liked lady bush--but he could always be sitting in a cubicle instead of fucking for a living, so again...no complaints. To emphasize this, he kissed her bare pubic mound before setting above her hot, needful slit and the plump lips surrounding it. His hands kneaded her hips and thighs as she spread a little more for him and then pressed his mouth against the hot, wet folds awaiting him there. His tongue slipped in and out of her, hot and slick, tasting her; he sucked gently at her clit, his strong smooth lips puckering around the tiny, lust-swollen bud. Janet was moaning and writhing, her pelvis bucking up against his face, and he found himself grinding into the mattress beneath, his dick so hard that he was afraid it might explode as he rubbed it up and down against the smooth satin sheets.
Careful there, tiger...wait til she's ready.
She was ready, all right. "Fuck me, Gage," she panted. "I want it deep."
He aimed to please. Gage rose up on his knees and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He gently pushed her face down to the pillow so that her ass was raised high in the air, giving her butt a sweet little slap.
"Spread for me, baby. I'm gonna fuck that pussy so good."
He gripped her hips and pushed his monstrous dick into her hot, wet slit. Damn, she was tight! Janet moaned deep in her throat as he began to yank her back against him, thrusting deep, grinding his dick into her slick, eager hole. She humped back against him and their rhythm sped up; his pelvis slapped rapidly against her ass cheeks, making them jiggle. Her pussy was so damn hot and good and Gage was grunting, thrusting faster and faster, his breath roaring as he watched his dick stroke in and out of her cunt, slick and shiny with her love juices.
"Fuck me, Gage!" Janet screamed against the pillow. "Fuck meeeeee!"
Gage took the initiative and shoved her down hard into the mattress with one hand while gripping her hip with the other, his fingers digging into her flesh while grinding his dick in as deep as it could go.
"Take it, baby," he panted. "Take it for me. Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuckkkkk--"
He gave one final hard thrust and exploded into her; he was a massive ejaculator, and his cum bubbled up from inside her tight little slit and seeped out around the base of his cock. Janet collapsed forward with a little mewling sigh; his dick flopped wetly out of her, dripping.
Damn, he loved his job.
* * *
Aria slammed the phone down in a huff. Outside her luxury apartment, the sun was slanting toward late afternoon, sending golden light slanting across her bedroom floor, but she took little notice of the day’s glory. She had just been chatting with her father—no, make that shouting—and she was feeling on the edge of tears.
Daddy could be such an asshole sometimes. He had raised her in the lap of luxury—the sole child of the city’s most sought-after corporate lawyer rarely had much to worry about beyond not making her pedi appointment on time—and yet, the older she got, the more she felt l
ike a bird in a gilded cage. For as far back as she could remember, it seemed, her overprotective divorced father had been planning her life for her: everything from debutante balls to playdates with the other expensive children living in their exclusive neighborhood. Aria was a quiet bookworm by nature, and dreamed of attending university among “regular” people who could awaken her mind and enliven her tired spirit. People who had seen and experienced the world outside of a country club. Daddy had convinced her that college was unnecessary for a girl of her status. “I’ll always have plenty of money for you,” he had said. “College is just a waste of time. It ruined your mother, and it will ruin you as well!”
And now, as an adult, she was under the ultimate pressure: to marry. This afternoon, when Daddy called to check up on her as usual, their battle had been the bitterest it had yet. Marriage. The very thought made Ara’s skin crawl. She pictured herself walking down the aisle in some Vera Wang atrocity, only to have her veil lifted by the bland, clean-shaven rich son of one of her father’s business associates. And, to follow, a marriage of stifling ease, where none of her dreams could be realized.
And then there was sex. Another thing that was alien, that was never spoken of when she was growing up. Something that Daddy had shielded her from, fearful that it would transform his precious jewel into a tawdry piece of junk. Now, at twenty-one years of age, Aria had never been touched, or kissed. A date was a foreign concept to her. Now that she lived alone (moving out had been a huge battle with Daddy, with him conceding only when she agreed to allow him to check in on her whenever necessary), she had access to the internet. To the R-rated and, yes, even X-rated selections. She had begun to watch porn pretty regularly on her laptop in bed, and had found herself secretly thrilling at the slap and grind of sweaty skin, the moans of the girls, the sight of glossy hard cocks plunging wantonly into their slick, wet pussies and open, eager mouths. Here, alone in her room high above the city, she had indulged in pleasuring herself as she watched, and dreamed. How different the men in these movies looked in comparison to the guys her father wanted to see her with. How big, how fierce…
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