by Claire Adams
“Thank you, Justin. You’re hot too,” she said and moved her hands onto my thighs. She started massaging my legs moving up and down. She usually did this, but this time was a little different. She was moving slower, and every time she would massage my thigh muscles, her fingers would brush my dick. This had never happened before, so I could only assume she was feeling the sexual tension in the air.
I had to say something again. I needed to know how she felt. I needed to be sure that she wanted this just as much as I did.
“Since you keep brushing it, why not just massage it?” I said, bracing myself for her to freak out. I waited for her to run out of the room and tell me to never come back. She didn’t.
“You mean like this?” she asked as she moved her hand onto my hard dick. She ran her hand up and down the length of it. It felt so good the way she was doing it. It almost felt like I could cum just from that.
I nodded my head. I wanted her more than ever right now and moved my hand out to grab her ass. “What do you want to do to it now?” I asked her.
She paused what she was doing looked at me with desire in her eyes.
“Let me go lock the front door,” she said.
I watched her leave the room and could hardly believe my luck.
Chapter Eight
Anna
I locked the front door quickly so I could get back to Justin. My body was hot with desire, and I definitely did not want to keep him waiting, but I also didn’t want any potential clients walking in and hearing us. I thought for a second about putting up a sign that said I would be back in thirty minutes but decided not to keep Justin waiting any longer.
I walked back into the room and began removing my shirt and shorts, and then my panties and bra. I had to calm myself down. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, and for a moment, I almost paused. My insecurities made me hesitate for a fraction of a second, but I knew it would be better to just roll with it.
“I’m ready,” I said and walked over to where he was lying naked on the table. It was an amazing sight to see. The size of his dick was huge, and I was a little intimidated to feel it.
I bent over the table and took him in my mouth. He moaned deeply, and the sound of his pleasure made me wet. I slid my mouth to the tip of his dick and started licking it. Then, I moved it back into my mouth slowly. It was so big that I had to stretch my mouth a little bit to fit it in without scraping my teeth, but I didn’t mind. He started rubbing and lightly spanking my ass as I was bent over him. His arms were long, so he didn’t have to struggle to reach me. I was standing there completely naked. Before I knew it, he was sliding a finger inside of me.
“Mmm,” I moaned with him still in my mouth. I began to suck harder, moving up and down on him. He slipped in another finger and began to finger me harder. He moved his fingers in and out so fast that I had to stop sucking on him when the pleasure became too intense. I could feel myself losing control of my body, and I didn’t want to accidentally bite him.
He pulled his fingers out of me, and a small whimper of protest escaped my lips.
He grinned at my complaint. “Get on,” he said in a seductive voice.
I quickly grabbed my purse and pulled a condom out of the secret inside pocket. I tore it open, using my teeth, and then pulled the condom out and slowly rolled it onto him. He let out a small moan, and it was almost too much for me to handle.
“You’re so sexy,” he said as he moved his hand up and down his long shaft.
It was hot the way he was looking at me while he played with himself, and I wondered if he had ever masturbated to the thought of me.
I climbed onto the massage chair and lowered myself into a straddle position. I leaned forward a bit so our chests were touching, and I began to feel him enter me. He was so hard, and I was so wet that he slid right inside.
“Mmmm, your pussy is so tight,” he whispered as his eyes fluttered closed. Chills shot up and down my back.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I focused on feeling him move in and out of me. I could feel each and every time he hit my special spot. It was driving me wild and starting to get me closer to an orgasm, but I wasn’t ready for the fun to end. I didn’t want to come too quickly. So, I sat up.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I put a finger to his lips to tell him not to talk. He nodded his head. I carefully moved my body around so I was facing away from him, and once again I lowered myself onto his erection. This time though, it felt different. He was deeper inside of me, and it hurt a little bit, but the pain was a good pain. I could handle this because it just meant he was big enough to get all the way up there.
“Oh, fuck,” I said as I began to move my body up and down on top of him. I started going slowly, but quickly picked up the pace.
This was everything I had imagined it would be and more. His body was perfect, and I was loving that I got to touch him the way I had always wanted to. This was everything that I had wanted to do on Monday, and the waiting had only made it that much more intense.
“Say my name,” he ordered.
“Justin,” I moaned as I moved myself up and down on him.
“I love it when you say my name,” he said.
“Justin,” I said, breathlessly. “You feel amazing.”
I slowed my motions down, and instead of sliding up and down on him, I begin to rock my hips back and forth. The sensations that cascaded through my body made me moan so loudly I worried the offices around mine might hear. The feelings of him being so deep inside of me became more intense with every movement.
“Oh my God,” he grunted. “Don’t stop.”
I started moving my hips back and forth as fast as I could. I rode him so hard I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I could feel myself getting closer and suddenly, I tensed. My toes curled, and my legs tightened. I leaned forward and grabbed Justin’s legs in my hands. I held on tightly while a rush of ecstasy flooded my body and that blissful relaxation set in. It was the best damn orgasm of my life.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
His voice was so deep and erotic right then, and it made my orgasm so much better.
“I want you bend over this table,” he said.
I maneuvered myself so that I could climb off him and the massage table. When I could properly bend over the table for him, he gave me a couple of soft spanks, and I moaned.
He wasted no time, obviously eager for his own release. He pushed into my hole and grabbed my arms, holding them behind me so that I was pinned to the table. It was rough and hot. He started moving in and out of me hard and fast. I moaned louder than ever. He got me so close again, it was almost unbelievable. I had never had multiple orgasms before.
I pulled an arm out of his grasp and moved my hand down to my clit where I began to massage it with two fingers. He moved himself in and out of me in a faster, harder motion. “Don’t stop,” I begged, and he moved even faster.
And all at once, I felt my second orgasm. A second rush of endorphins that caused my legs to weaken and my toes to go numb. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, and it just made my orgasm so much more intense.
When we both came down from our high, Justin pulled out of me.
“How was that?” he whispered in my ear.
“More amazing than I could have ever imagined,” I said and grabbed my panties off the floor. I slid them on and pulled my bra over my breasts. I located my shirt and pants and put those on as I watched Justin get dressed out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to tell him not to get dressed. I wanted him to stay naked so I could stare at him a little longer, but I knew he probably had to go and that I should get the door unlocked again.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head.
“Oh, I think I do,” I winked. I couldn’t believe it. I finally had sex with Justin. And from the sounds of it, he had been desperate for this moment, too.
When we finished getting
dressed and fixing ourselves, I opened the door, and he followed me out of the room. I hoped no one had tried to come in while the door was locked. And if they did, I hoped they didn’t hear the loud sex we just had. I tried to keep quiet, just in case, but it had been impossible. I’d never felt so good in my life.
Justin sat in a waiting room chair. “Thank you,” he said.
“You’re welcome. That was… amazing,” I said, no longer feeling nervous.
Justin cleared his throat, and part of me hoped he wasn’t about to say it was a mistake. I braced myself for what he might say as he began to speak.
“I don’t think I can get a babysitter for meeting your parents. I will need to bring my daughter with me. I can’t afford to pay my neighbor anymore, and I don’t feel comfortable asking my mom to watch her for me for something like this. I don’t want her to read into it or anything and then ask me a million questions,” he said quickly.
I nodded my head. “Of course your daughter can come. She’s part of your life, and this is supposed to look legitimate. It wouldn’t if we didn’t involve your daughter. My parents would totally know this was a ruse.”
Justin smiled at me. “Thanks. I guess we should probably hang out before then so you can get acquainted with her?”
I thought about it for a second. How had I even missed that step? I wasn’t sure. “You’re absolutely right. I guess that would also look funny if I was just being introduced to her at the same time as my parents.”
“Does Sunday work for you? At my place, so Margie will be a little more comfortable with everything?”
“Yes, Sunday will be perfect for me,” I said.
Justin stood up and walked to the door. “Okay then, I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Okay, have a good rest of your day and week.”
Justin winked at me again. “Oh, I think I will.” And just like that, he was out the door.
I sat down in the chair he just vacated. I needed to catch my breath. Not only had he agreed to play fake boyfriend for me in exchange for free massages, but we also just had some of the hottest sex of my life.
That was the kind of sex I had only seen in porn movies that I caught my ex watching. The kind of sex that I thought was non-existent. The thought of it was beginning to turn me on all over again, and I kind of hoped he would come back and go for round two. And three. And four.
When he did not return, I stood up and got back to work. I cleared my schedule for him, and at that moment, I was glad. It would have been awful to have a client scheduled after that experience. I knew I would not have been able to focus on another client after having sex with Justin.
I decided to call Ally so I could tell her that our plan was working. I was going to leave out the part about Justin and me having sex. That was too much information to share with my little sister.
The phone rang a couple of times before she picked up. “Hey. Did you talk to him?” she asked.
“Yeah, he agreed to do it, but he is bringing his four-year-old daughter with him.”
“Have you met her yet?” she asked.
“No, I’m going to his house on Sunday night for dinner. I’ll meet her then.”
“Dude, this is going to be so perfect. You’ll get mom and dad off your back about not being settled down yet, and you’ll gain a new boyfriend.”
I laughed. “I don’t know about that last part.”
“I do. He has it bad for you. I told you, I can tell. And look! He agreed to play your fake boyfriend. That means something.”
I debated telling her about the sex, but I didn’t want to give her that kind of ammunition to use against me later. I didn’t want her to use it to her advantage and embarrass me in front of him.
“I haven’t talked to mom and dad yet,” I said, changing the subject.
“I’m sure they’ll call soon. I’m not one hundred percent sure when they are supposed to be coming in. I hate when they do this.”
“You and me both,” I said with a sigh.
The rest of the day, I could not get Justin out of my head, and I started conjuring up some pretty intense sexual fantasies. I convinced myself not to read too much into things. It could have just been a one-time thing, and I would have to accept it if it was. Just because he agreed to play my fake boyfriend, that didn’t mean he was suddenly going to become my real one. Although, I knew I would settle for him as a fuckbuddy at this point. The man was a master in the sack.
I went home early since no one had called or shown up. I noticed my vagina was a little sore when I walked, and I could not help it when that turned me on all over again. It was like a constant reminder of what we did. Something secret just for me. I loved every second of it.
Chapter Nine
Justin
I woke up in a great mood on Sunday, but as the day dragged on, I grew more nervous. The minutes ticked away, counting down the time until Anna would be coming over to meet Margie. I didn’t know how Margie was going to react. She had never met a woman who wasn’t a family member or a close friend before. And she definitely never met one I was dating. Or at the very least, pretending to date.
Though to be fair, I hadn’t really dated anyone since my wife died, so it wasn’t like I’d been keeping anything from Margie. I had been trying to hide how I really felt from both Margie and myself. Mostly because I didn’t know what Margie would think. Would she be mad at me for dating someone? Or would she be happy for me because she didn’t really understand much about that yet?
I had to admit, I was excited for Anna to show up. I had not seen or talked to her since we fucked on the massage chair, but I thought about it and her non-stop. I just hoped she was thinking about me, too. And that I’d done a good job, that it was good for her. Anna was the first girl I’d slept with in quite a long time.
I was doing some last-minute cleaning when Margie approached me. She had a funny look on her face, and I knew she was about to ask me something. She was a very curious girl. I always encouraged her to ask questions because it was a great way for her to expand her young mind.
“Daddy, why are you cleaning so much on Sunday?” she said the word “Sunday” like it was meant to be the lazy day of the week and that cleaning shouldn’t even be discussed on a day like that.
“Because my special friend is coming over to meet you, and I want the house to look extra nice for her,” I said.
“Daddy, is she your girlfriend?” she asked in the blunt way only children can.
I was taken off guard. I had no idea she even knew that word. She was only four. I laughed to brush off the awkward silence that was hovering over us. I studied her face for any signs that she might be upset. When I was satisfied that she didn’t look upset, I answered her question with, “You shouldn’t know anything about that yet. Where did you learn that word?”
I went back to drying the dishes and putting them away. It was amazing how much work I had put into the house today. I never cleaned this much, and I didn’t really know what that meant for me.
“Cause, there’s a boy at school that said he wants to date me. He wants me to be his girlfriend,” she said matter-of-factly. I almost dropped the glass I was holding.
I laughed uncomfortably and put the cup away before I actually broke it. This time, I laughed because I wasn’t really sure what to say. I didn’t think this kind of thing would happen until at least fifth grade, if not later.
“You need to stay away from boys. Boys are something you shouldn’t be worrying about right now. Or ever. They are bad news. Believe me.”
“But what if a boy wants to be my friend?” she asked in a serious tone.
“That’s okay. If he just wants to be your friend, but you shouldn’t let any boy be your boyfriend right now.”
“But what if he’s cute?” she asked.
I stopped what I was doing. I wasn’t really sure how to process this information. She was already thinking boys were cute? But I had to admit that I did have a “girlfriend” in pre-k. But that w
as different because I was a little boy, and everyone knows how horrible males are at dating. At least when it came to being a teenager and going through puberty. I would hope the little boys weren’t bad at this age, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were.
I never even thought about it much until I found out I was having a daughter. That’s when I began to think about all the girls I messed with and hurt when I was younger, and suddenly, I wanted to take it all back. I did not want to ever hear about anything happening to my daughter like what my friends and I had once done to girls. I knew first-hand how awful males could be, especially teenage ones.
I wrapped my arms around my daughter and gave her a big hug. She felt so little in my arms. I was in shock that we were already having this conversation.
“Even if the boys are cute, you still shouldn’t be their girlfriend. You’re too young to be worrying about this kind of thing. You need to focus on your Barbie’s and ABC’S. Boys are bad news. Believe me; I know because I am one.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said. After giving me a tight hug, she skipped off to her room to pick up the toys that were scattered on her floor.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. I was more nervous than I thought I would be, which I found a little weird because I hadn’t felt like this in a long time. I opened the door to see Anna standing on my doorstep. She was stunningly beautiful. Her dark hair was curled around her face, and her makeup was minimal. She didn’t come off as trying too hard, and I found that so sexy. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. It was casual, and I was glad that she wasn’t trying too hard to impress me.
“Hello, come in,” I said and moved away from the door to let her inside.
“Hi,” she said. She sounded a bit nervous, and for a moment I forgot about our Friday morning romp. But just that little thought caused my dick to twitch.
“Margie, honey, Anna’s here,” I called out to her. I saw as she poked her head out of her room and slowly made her way down the hall. She was being shy; I could tell even from that far away. This was normal for her. She didn’t really warm up to people unless she felt she could trust them. I looked at Anna and motioned toward the couch.