Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  All that trouble just to see me. Surely it would be a lot easier if you just got yourself a mistress. Probably cheaper too." "But I don't want a mistress," said Tomas, "not unless you're offering. You know what I want and you let me have it without ever complaining. OK, so I have to pay you but at least you don't expect me to leave my wife or expect me to lavish you with expensive gifts. No, as long as you're willing to cater to my needs I'm happy the way things are." "Well then, I guess that's settled," replied Jessica, " and, being brutally honest, I need your money more than I need your gifts but if and when I ever get out of this line of work let me know if you're still interested. Who knows? Maybe someday I will make you that offer." Tomas laughed. "You know, Jessica? That's what I like most about you, you're strictly all business. Just be sure that when you do give up the street life may even hold you to what you've just said." Somehow, in spite of herself, Jessica couldn't help laughing too. "Pass me your mobile," she said. "Why?" " So I can program in the number of mines. That way, if you need me you can call me instead of driving around looking for me. It wouldn't do either of us much good if you got yourself arrested for curb-crawling now would it?" "I guess that's true," replied Tomas. "See! I told you," he added, "all business but thanks, I appreciate it." The remainder of the journey passed in silence and in less than ten minutes they were inside Tomas's house. Jessica sat on the sofa while Tomas went to fetch them some wine. Returning to the living room he handed Jessica her glass then sat down beside her. She took a sip of her wine then asked, "So what's it to be? The usual?" Tomas smiled and nodded.

  Jessica stood up and picked a cushion of the sofa. Positioning it between Tomas's feet, she knelt down and reached up to undo his jeans. Tomas shifted his buttocks as Jessica slowly pulled first his jeans and then his shorts down over his hips. Pulling them off his legs, she reached forward and began to stroke his dick lightly. It quickly began to swell and soon Jessica's hand was stroking its length using just the amount of pressure she knew he liked. Up and down, over and over, with practiced ease, he hand glided along his shaft. "God that feels great," gasped Tomas. Jessica smiled and began to run her tongue up the inside of his thighs as her hand continued its relentless stroking. Experience had taught Jessica exactly what Tomas wanted. His wife, Karin detested even the idea of oral sex and that was where Jessica came in. What his wife wouldn't give him Jessica provided and she had learned to read his needs like an open book. Without needing to be asked she adjusted her position slightly then ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. "Ohhh!" Tomas sighed as Jessica's tongue worked its way up from his balls to the crown. She swirled her tongue around the engorged head and flicked the slit with the tip of her tongue before opening her lips wide to accept his cock into her mouth. Tomas moaned softly as Jessica's lips worked their way steadily up and down his prick. Cupping his balls in one hand, she squeezed gently as her other hand worked in tandem with her mouth. Sighs of pleasure escaping from Tomas proclaimed that her work was being appreciated as she licked and sucked his engorged knob. "Mmm, that feels so good!" Tomas moaned as Jessica swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She increased her pace and her head began to bob up and down faster and faster taking the head of his cock deep into the back of her throat with every stroke. Tomas's balls felt full and heavy as she stroked and squeezed them.

  His cock twitched involuntarily inside her mouth. Jessica could sense his pent-up frustration as beads of pre-cum began o ooze from his slit. As she became aware of the hot, salty flavor, Jessica considered once again how easily she'd become accustomed to the taste of a man's cum in her mouth. This would be the third different load she'd swallowed tonight and she had to suppress a shudder when she considered just how many men must have emptied their loads into her mouth over the last two years. A groan from Tomas brought her back to the present. His breath was coming in gasps as his climax approached. "Oh Jessica, sweet Jessica!" he moaned as she sucked hard on his cock. Her hand beat more rapidly along his shaft as she slid her mouth back so that only the very tip of his cock remained in her mouth. His hips began to thrust as she flicked her tongue over the slit, licking away the increasing flow of pre-cum. Jessica felt him tense. "Oh yes! Oh, Jessica! Oooooh!" he moaned. Jessica let her mouth go slack. She sucked hard and felt his body shudder as his cum began to surge from his cock. She swallowed hard as jet after jet of Tomas's cum filled her mouth. It took all of her concentration to ensure that not a single drop escaped as cum erupted from his cock like a geyser in full flow. When at last he began to subside Jessica used her hand to squeeze the last few drops into her mouth. Satisfied, finally that there was no more to be had, Jessica let his cock slip from her mouth. She licked her lips, looked up and smiled. "Somebody needs that!" she exclaimed with a smile. "Too right I did!" replied Tomas. "Hardly surprising though when you consider that Karin and I have probably only had sex twice since I last saw you."

  A look of genuine concern crossed Jessica's face. As often as she'd heard the hard luck stories of her various customers she couldn't help feeling sorry for Tomas. She'd spent enough time with him to get to know about his domestic situation. He was a wealthy man with a beautiful young wife who spent his money regularly employing the services of a prostitute when he wanted anything other than straightforward, missionary position sex. "Are things really that bad between you?" she asked. Tomas sighed then shrugged. "Probably not, really." he said. "It's just as much my fault. I've been so busy lately. Too busy to take even what little satisfaction Karin is prepared to offer. I just can't seem to make the effort to even try with her at the moment." He glanced down and saw the concern in Jessica's eyes. "Don't you worry about it," he said, "it'll sort itself out eventually. It always does. I do still love her in a mostly celibate kind of way." Then with a wicked grin, he continued, "Enough of that. I didn't bring you here to talk about my domestic woes. Get your pretty little arse up on the sofa and spread those legs I'm hungry for the taste of your well-fucked pussy! How many cocks has it had tonight my sweet little whore?" With a cheeky smile, Jessica hitched up her short black leather skirt to reveal her neatly trimmed mound. She positioned herself on the edge of the sofa and opened her legs. She ran her fingers through the pink, fleshy lips of her pussy, spreading the juices that were already flowing from her hole and said: "Well, if you really must know, it's been three so far." Tomas smiled, "In that case, it'll need a little oral massage to relieve it then." Jessica laughed then gasped as Tomas's tongue flicked between her lips and over her clit. "Mmm, you taste good," murmured Tomas as he moved his mouth closer and began to lick in earnest. Jessica squirmed and sighed with pleasure at the touch of his tongue. Tomas always insisted on eating Jessica to orgasm as part of "their arrangement" and for once she was able to concentrate on her own pleasure instead of someone else's. She moaned loudly as Tomas's mouth fastened on her clit, using his teeth to gently nibble on her most sensitive flesh. With her eyes closed, she undid her blouse, pushed aside her bra and began to caress and softly squeeze her breasts as Tomas's tongue darted in and out of her pussy. The fire spread from her pussy to engulf her whole body as Tomas's tongue lapped and probed. "Mmm ahhhh!" she sighed as she pinched her nipples. "Eat me!" she demanded.

  "Fuck me with your tongue. Mmm, ohhhh!" Responding to Jessica's ardent demands Tomas increase his pace. His tongue darted n her hole then, lapping with broad strokes, worked its way to her clit. He felt the first tremors of her approaching climax as he sucked each lip into his mouth in turn. He heard Jessica moan encouragement as he flicked his tongue in and out of her moist pussy. He returned his attention to her clit and was rewarded with a loud "Yesss"! as his tongue flicked over her swollen bud. Jessica began to lose control. She moaned and writhe to the touch of Tomas's tongue as the pressure of her impending orgasm mounted, yearning for release. With fingers firmly gripping her nipples she squeezed her breasts together, threw back her head and moaned, "Yessss! Ohh, oh, mmm, ahh yes!" as waves of pleasure broke over her. She reached down, gripping the back of Tomas's head and pus
hed him into her. Tomas felt Jessica's body heave each time his tongue licked slowly over her clit. Each convulsion was accompanied with a lust filled groan as her orgasm peaked, subsided then peaked again until, begging him finally to stop, Jessica could take no more. "Oh God that was good," she sighed as she let her body fall back into the soft embrace of the sofa. Tomas smiled and sat down next to her, "I think someone needed that too!" he said. "Didn't I just?" she replied. Opening her eyes she looked down to she Tomas's cock standing proudly to attention. "I see someone's perked up in time for the final act," she said with an arch little smile. Tomas laughed as Jessica leaned forward and began to rummage in her bag. Extracting a condom and pulling it from its wrapper she said, "Just let me put this on you while I get my breath back." Jessica expertly unrolled the condom over his dick. Once it was securely in a place she reached into her bag once more and removed the tube of lubricant she kept there for times like this. Squeezing the tube she applied a blob to the head of his sheathed prick the slowly rubbed it into place. Satisfied that she had applied a sufficient quantity Jessica stood on the floor and leaned forward. Steadying herself on the arm of the sofa she parted her leg and wriggled her bum suggestively.

  "Ready when you are," she said as Tomas stood up and positioned himself behind her. Tomas positioned the lubricated head of his cock at the entrance to her back passage. Jessica gasped as she felt his knob press against the resistance of her anal muscles. She felt her arsehole yield to the steady pressure of his cock as it began to push into her. "Ungh, oh," she sighed as first the head and then the shaft worked their way into her tight rear opening. She pushed her hips back slowly, taking him into her until, at last, his cock was buried root deep in her arse. Tomas placed his hands on her hips and paused, partially to let Jessica become accustomed to having him inside her and partially to savor the sensation of feeling his cock gripped deep within her arse. He closed his eyes and, as he always did, tried to imagine that the tight young arse he was about to fuck belonged to his wife, Karin. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of regret as he pulled back and began to thrust. Jessica gave a soft moan as Tomas's cock began to slide in and out of her arse. As her hips began to move back to meet the next inward plunge of his dick she briefly pondered how easy it had become. Tomas's cock had penetrated her with little effort. It almost never hurt anymore, unless they were exceptionally rough. Her arse had simply become another place for a man to put his cock. In fact, she realized bitterly, it was the one they paid the most for. She tried desperately to remember a time in the not so distant past when she couldn't have brought herself to think about what was now a commonplace act. "Hell, your arse is so fucking tight," gasped Tomas as he began to increase his pace. With every thrust Jessica felt his pubic hair tickling the stretched and sensitive skin of her anal opening, she felt his balls slapping against her enflamed labia. His cock filled her and, as she frequently did, she wondered what it would be like if, just once, she was to felt his cock in her cunt.

  That, however, was not part of their arrangement. Generous as he was, Tomas saw no reason to pay for what he could get at home. In and out. Tomas's cock plunged into the tight confines of Jessica's anal passage over and over. "Yes," she urged, "Fuck my arse. Go on fuck it, Oh yes, your cock feels so good in me. Fuck my arse. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeoooh!" Jessica forced her hips back to meet his thrusts as Tomas's cock sawed in and out of her arsehole with increasing force. "Oh God," moaned Tomas, "it's so tight. Your arse is so tight. I'm fucking your pretty little arse. Oh, Jessica!" Jessica's legs began to tremble as the force of Tomas's strokes increased. His breathing was ragged as his cock surged deep into her bowels. Jessica could tell he was close to boiling point. She urged him on with a stream of obscenities, "Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me, fuck me hard and cum in my fucking arse!" "Oh, oh uuuunnh aaah!" gasped Tomas as, with one final thrust his cock erupted. Jessica felt his cock twitch inside her bowels as it pumped out it's load. Unable to support herself any longer she fell forward on to the sofa. As she did, Tomas's cock slipped from her arse which was, now, tender from the pounding it had endured. Tomas staggered round and slumped, exhausted, on to the sofa beside her. After a few moments Jessica stood up, re-buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt. Tomas removed the condom from his flagging penis and stood up. "I'll be back in a minute," he said as he turned and made his way to the bathroom. When he returned he found Jessica with her coat was on, getting ready to leave. "Is there anything I can get you before you go?" he asked. "Something to eat maybe? Or would you like a lift home?" Smiling, Jessica replied, "No thanks, I'm fine. Nice of you to offer though." Tomas returned her smile. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his wallet. "Well then," he said, "I guess I'd better give you this." Removing five crisp £50 notes from his wallet and handed them to her then he pulled out another £20. Jessica was about to protest but he cut her off, saying, "It's late. I'd really be a lot happier if you got a taxi home. Jessica thanked him then, on impulse, kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Good night." she said then turned and left, closing the door behind her. It was almost 12 o' clock when Jessica got home. Tired, she made herself a quick supper and got ready for bed. She'd made almost £600 in a little over four hours. All in all, it had been a pretty good night's work.

  Lucky Chatting in Vegas

  I was in Vegas working a convention, which translates into very long days on your feet, late dinners and even later partying. It was Wed. night and I came back to my suite at about 3 am and I turned my computer to check e-mail, as I was still a little tired from dancing. While online, I checked a swing site that I belong to and noticed a woman who was also online in Vegas. I read her profile and she sounded very interesting. As you all know, after you read enough mindless profiles they all start sounding the same. For me, subtle cleverness is much more of a turn-on than, "I'll suck your balls dry if you have an 9" cock." I invited her to a chat and she accepted. "You're up late," I started. "Yep, just got off work. My feet and calves are killing me. How come you're up?" she asked. "Just got back from The Beach," I told her. "The Beach ... that flight must have sucked!" she said "No," I said, "the Beach nightclub. I was dancing until 3 am. Just winding down." That was just the start. We clicked immediately and our minds wandered into a playful conversation of wit and charm that was so much fun, neither of us wanted to stop. We chatted for the next 1-2 hrs until 5 am. But, something happens to the brain at 5 am, where all the body's forces are screaming SLEEP!! We both started to fade. "I've got to go now and get some sleep tonight ...

  I have to be up at 6 am!" she said. "Yea, me too," I replied. "When are you leaving Vegas?" she asked. "I'm on a plane tomorrow night .. bummer, eh? Sounds like we could have had a blast together," I replied, "and you're in BAD need of a GREAT foot massage ." "Yes, I think so too .. and YES I really could use a massage," she replied. "How about tomorrow during the day? I'm free after I drop off my kids at school. Give me a call in the morning." I got her phone number and we both signed off. If I wasn't so exhausted, I don't think I would have gotten a second of sleep that night in anticipation of the next day. I called her at about 10:30 am. She had a normal, warm voice, not affected by smoking or "trying" to be sexy, just simply pleasant. I invited her over to my suite for the promised massage at 12 am and she agreed to bring over some massage oil or baby oil. I called the front desk and arranged for a late check out at 2 pm. I told my coworkers that I had an off-site meeting from 12am-2pm. This wasn't unusual and it didn't raise even an eyebrow. I made it back to my room and awaited my "client". She arrived at my suite several minutes late. She apologized, saying that traffic was worse than she anticipated. I thought it was lovely that she had the politeness to offer an apology and it was consistent with the mature, intelligent woman I got to know online just 8 hours ago.

  She was attractive, but not a raging beauty. She was taller than my wife and thicker all over at about 4'8" and probably 130 pounds. She had curly brown hair that stiffly flowed to her shoulders and charming eyes and complexion. Her sha
pe was proportionate and curvy in a classic sense. She wore a white silk, tailored, short-sleeved button-down blouse, which was only unbuttoned one, or 3 buttons from the top and one button from the bottom, much as a professional woman might loosen up after a hard day's work. Her blouse was un-tucked and hug suspended off what appeared to be a very nice chest. Where her shirt left her chest, I could just make out the delicate lacy pattern of her bra and where her breasts slightly overflowed the cups. On her bottom, she wore a tailored black slit skirt, which hugged her hips beautifully and ended tastefully above the knee. She wore stockings and as I looked closer I could see the faint outline of a garter belt through her skirt material along the top of her thighs. Her shoes where high healed but were not trashy or inappropriate for the rest of the outfit. She held a small, dark purple velour bag in her hand that was closed by a golden drawstring at the top. She simply looked like a classy lady. After her apology and my acceptance, we looked at each other directly as her grin slowly grew on her face. I became aware of my smile as well. How pleasant a face she had and her smile told me that she was at least satisfied and maybe even pleased with what she was seeing. I am 6'5", 160 pounds and in good shape. I'm not muscle bound, but I'm not skinny either. I guess I would say I have an athletic build.