In the Service of Women

by Shayne McClendon

  Her breasts were a perfect handful. Round and pert with beautiful pale pink nipples, hardening into small pearls under my gaze. Her skin was very light and living in South Florida it was obvious she protected herself from the sun religiously.

  When I dropped my head to take one of her nipples in my mouth, she sighed. It turned me on so much I clutched her hard against me, cupping the breast while I sucked. The female body is amazing. Breasts are soft and firm at the same time. No matter the size, they fit perfectly in the mouth of a person who appreciates them.

  I’ve always appreciated them very much.

  She was pulling at my t-shirt and I was forced to move away so she could get it over my head. When I was free to return, I moved my attention to her other breast, licking around the nipple several times. She kissed and bit my neck as I sucked her, moaning softly, and spurring me to greater lengths to please her.

  When her legs wrapped around my waist and she began to grind herself against me, I realized it was time to move to a more comfortable location. One thing which never failed to turn girlfriends on was the fact that, though I am not in the least masculine, I am very strong.

  I cupped Vivienne’s ass cheeks, picked her up, and carried her to a shimmering green chaise in the living room twenty steps away. I knew she was shocked but she didn’t protest.

  At the chaise, I sat with her straddling my lap, her breasts in my hands. Her head dropped back on her shoulders and she grabbed a fistful of my hair, letting me know she wanted me as close as possible.

  I lifted my head to lick her neck, a light bite to her jaw, and claimed her mouth again. She was tonguing me as I ran my hands over every inch of her back and ass. She was gasping for air. I was startled when she broke the connection and moved to stand.

  She slipped off her heels and unbuttoned the slacks she wore, sliding them over her gently flared hips. When they hit the floor, she stepped out and kicked them aside. She’d hooked her thumbs in her panties to pull them down just as I grabbed her hands and dropped to my knees.

  “Let me do that…please. This is my favorite part.” I said to her, lust beginning to cloud my thinking.

  Her hands dropped to her sides as I slowly licked along the panty line, across her flat stomach, over her hipbone, and the tops of both legs. Her fingers went into my hair as I pulled the satin panties down a bit on one side, then the other, leaving warm kisses on each section of skin as I lowered them slowly.

  When the tiny patch of blond curls became visible, I watched her face as I rubbed the backs of my knuckles across it. She sucked in a quick breath. “You’re not at all impatient…” she whispered. Her blue eyes were bright with desire.

  I smiled and continued ruffling the trimmed curls as I replied, “Why rush it? You’re beautiful. You deserve to be worshiped before you’re fucked.”

  The hands in my hair clenched hard and she bent to suck my lower lip between her teeth. Her look was almost feral when she quipped, “And what if I want to worship you?”

  In answer, I went back to lowering her panties. “Isn’t there some saying about it being better to give than receive? I always liked that idea…the more you give, the greater,” kissing the crease of soft skin that sloped towards her pussy, “…the return.”

  She gently rubbed the back of my neck as I bared her completely to my view and slid the panties to the floor. With a shrug, I let her know, “Me? I’m a giver.” I ran my hands up her thighs to her abdomen and around to her ass. When I looked up she was watching me with interest.

  “Wondering if I’ll know what to do? If I’ll know how to please you?” I kissed her belly button and edged her towards the chaise. “If I’ll be able to make you come as badly as you want to?” I stroked over her ass and hips again and added, “I should warn you: I’m a top. I’ll submit when the mood is right but, by nature, I’m aggressive. I go after who and what I want.”

  Vivienne’s look was hungry as I made her sit and pushed her softly against copper throw pillows. Once she was settled, she said, “I want to see your body. Will you undress for me?”

  “If you’d like that.” I stood and stepped away. I toed off my running shoes and removed my ankle socks. Moving my hands to unclasp my lacy white bra, I felt intense pleasure in her smile when my large, firm breasts were revealed. I slid my hands up my arms, along my collarbone, and down over my tits…lightly tweaking my nipples, before slipping down to the button fly of my jeans.

  I undid each button slowly, using one hand to caress my lower abdomen as it was bared. When they were all open, I slid my jeans off and slowly rubbed the triangle of my panties. Simple white lace, as I usually preferred. When I pushed them down my legs, Vivienne sat up and stared in disbelief.

  “Your hair is really that shade of red?” She reached out with the tips of her fingers and stroked the fine red hair I kept trimmed. “Stunning. There are so few true red-heads anymore.” She was smiling widely. “Turn around once for me?”

  I did so, pivoting slowly, showing her my back and ass. I had lean muscles from running and I liked my body. It was strong. It didn’t hurt that I just wasn’t a shy person…ever.

  When I finished my circle, I returned to my knees in front of her. Vivienne grabbed both sides of my face in her hands and kissed me hard. I licked into her mouth, over her lips and teeth, wrapping my tongue around hers.

  After a minute, I leaned back and let my eyes rove over her body lazily. I caressed her tits again, really loving the feel of her soft skin. Viv’s body was fit, but she wasn’t hard bodied. She returned the favor by cupping one of mine and licking back and forth across the nipple until she received a soft sigh from me.

  I cupped her chin and pulled her away, putting my palm flat between her breasts to push her down to the pillows. Lowering my body, I began kissing and licking the insides of her thighs. Her skin broke out in goose bumps so I added a few nibbles and enjoyed her moan of pleasure.

  Draping one long, elegant leg over my shoulder, I separated the lips of her pussy and lowered my mouth to her. First a gentle exploration, seeing where she wanted me to focus my attention. Then a long lick from her pussy to her clit. Tiny bites along her outer lips while I softly circled the entrance of her with my fingers caused her to writhe against the cushions of the chaise.

  Judging by her moans, I focused on her clit at my own pace. Licking and sucking it while she ground her hips up into my face. She came quickly the first time, and settled back in relaxation, her eyes drifting shut. I used my fingertips to comb through the downy hair while her breathing slowed.

  When she was composed again, I let her know I was far from done. Her eyes snapped open when I licked a path to her pussy opening, alternately tongue-fucking her there and finger-fucking her when I moved back to her clit with my mouth.

  She opened her legs wide for me and was thrashing in her desire to get closer. Moving my other hand up her body I caressed her tits, loving it when her nipples drew even tighter.

  “Oh, yes…just like that…,” she cried out. One hand was clutching the chaise arm and the other was in my hair, pulling me hard against her.

  After a long while, when I felt Vivienne hitting a second climax, I pulled her tight to my mouth. She arched off the chaise and cried out. I wanted every drop she gave me, continuing to lick her until the trembling stopped. I left small kisses around her pussy, her inner thighs, her lower belly, and finally rested my face there.

  She was running her fingers through my hair and tugging me to rise. She gave me a smile of pure satisfaction and leaned forward to kiss me, sampling her own essence from my lips. My tongue worked slowly against hers. I was ready when she pulled me to stand and we walked naked to the staircase leading to her second floor.

  The sun was sinking low in the sky when we climbed onto her king-size bed and continued exploring one another. There was such pleasure in laying on soft satin sheets the color of a robin’s egg with a down comforter that whispered across my skin. Every sensation seemed heightened.

  She
took her time making me come. Attended to me with a demand for my pleasure. By the time the first explosion shot through me, I acknowledged Vivienne was the best oral sex I’d ever had – male or female. She would bring me to the point of orgasm and slow her ministrations. Back and forth to the brink, until I was begging her to let me come.

  She was beautiful and she found me beautiful…there was no end to the pleasure she could wring from me. Not that day or many others that would follow.

  When she made me come three times, I considered it a personal challenge to better the score. Both of us were slick with sweat when I hovered above her, my legs positioned to bring our pussies in direct contact. I began with a slow grind, loving the warmth and wetness of her against me.

  She clutched at my thigh, digging her nails in, as I quickened my pace. Every muscle in my body was tight and focused as I worked my clit against hers. When she came, her lower body tightened so hard that her pussy sucked against mine. I joined her as beads of sweat slid between my breasts.

  Over the rest of the night, she taught me about her extensive toy collection and complimented my technique and attention to detail.

  We bathed together before dawn in her huge whirlpool tub filled with warm water and peach scented bubbles. She could work magic with her feet and toes, and I was a fast learner. When I began gently working her clit with the tips of my toes, I thought she was going to scream.

  I pulled her on top of me and slid my thigh between her legs. She humped against it as I sucked her nipples. She shouted my name when she came again.

  After drying one another we climbed back into bed. She fell quickly into a deep sleep. I slept for about an hour and then spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how this normal day had ended up so far from where it had begun.

  Vivienne slept hard and I drifted off for another half hour before my body told me I wouldn’t be sleeping anymore. I wandered into her library downstairs to see what she had to offer. I could tell her books were for display only. All of them had perfect bindings and most seemed to match – as if the titles had been assembled by a decorator.

  My own collection was ragged with constant use. I made coffee and was relaxing in her kitchen with a copy of Sense and Sensibility when she came down to join me several hours later.

  Vivienne looked soft and warm from sleep. It was incredibly sexual to watch her move around in her hip length silk robe knowing she wore nothing beneath it. Her glances at me were warm and sensual, “I can’t believe you’re up already.” She looked at the book in my hands and asked, “Did you read all that this morning?”

  I nodded. “I’m a fast reader.” I was anxious to hear what this was. Scenarios straight out of a Henry Miller novel just didn’t happen to normal people. I set the book aside. “Vivienne, I think you’re amazing. Last night was fantastic, no doubt about it. But I can’t help feeling it was leading up to something else. Am I right?”

  I drank some of my coffee and spread marmalade on toast she’d placed in front of me. I was still completely naked and not the least bit ashamed.

  We sat at the small breakfast table overlooking the ocean. She brought her vibrant blue gaze to rest on my face. Her coffee steamed from the mug and she blew softly across the top to cool it. I became aroused instantly remembering the hot oil massage I’d received around 3am. Vivienne seemed to pick up on my thoughts. I’d stopped mid-chew and smiled seductively.

  “Don’t let those naughty thoughts get away, Sarah.” She ran her hand across my bare thigh. “First, let’s talk. Let me say first that no matter how you take what I’m going to tell you, I thought last night was incredible. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

  “That sounds ominous,” I told her with a chuckle.

  She set down the mug and sat up straight. “I’m a business woman; quite a successful one actually.” Another sip of coffee as if to gather courage. “I’m a Madame and most of my clients are professional women looking for discreet ‘appointments’ with the small group of young women I employ.”

  She leaned forward a bit. “I was testing you last night. Seeing what you knew, how open you were to new situations, and I wanted to know how confident you were. Bottom line, I’d love to hire you.” She waited for my answer and looked as though she’d gotten mixed responses in the past. She was practically holding her breath for my reply.

  I didn’t pause for more than a moment before saying, “That sounds great, exciting…no problem.” I put down my toast, picked up the jar of marmalade, and asked, “Now can I find out what your pussy tastes like with marmalade on it?”

  Chapter Two – The Details

  I had to get my ride so Vivienne drove me back to the law office much later that day and attempted to go through her standard procedures on the way.

  My first appointment would be in a week. Since I went to school Monday through Friday, all of my clients would schedule between Friday evening and Sunday afternoon.

  Vivienne’s first rule was that I continue with my normal routine. I would keep my job at the law office, so no one would wonder where the hell I was getting my money, but had to adjust my schedule to accommodate my clients.

  The following day, I would have a complete physical with a physician Vivienne kept on retainer, which explained why he would see me on Sunday. I would also be consulting with a personal shopper and have my hair and nails done.

  It was fascinating but I was more interested in the short skirt she was wearing, showing fabulous glimpses of upper thigh. I was not listening to her at all.

  Vivienne sighed. She said she couldn’t concentrate with me visually fucking her and we’d finish the conversation at my place.

  We stopped at the law office and when my new boss saw me straddle the motorcycle I rode, she nearly had a heart attack. “That is what you consider transportation? Are you kidding?”

  “This is a Honda Nighthawk 650. Beautiful, fast, and almost zero maintenance. I always wear a helmet…” I lamely assured her. It did nothing to take the fearful look off her face so I tried another tack.

  It took almost thirty minutes and all my powers of persuasion to get her on the back for a quick ride around the block. When she agreed, I gave her my helmet and her hands shook as she pulled it over her head. At first, she was gripping me so hard I could barely breathe. Then she felt the vibrations between her thighs and fell in love. I turned the trip into a quick jaunt over to the beach and back.

  When we got back to her car, she was wind-blown and laughing. Her face was flushed and her hair was tousled, reminding me of how she’d looked that morning after a long night of pleasure.

  She followed me in her Mercedes to my one bedroom apartment in Lighthouse Point. I could tell she’d been expecting a shitty dive and was pleasantly surprised.

  I worked hard for everything. My front door was framed by two palms on either side and there was a cheerful welcome mat. Along the railing sat a tiny table and two chairs I used when I wanted some fresh air. It overlooked the apartment parking lot, but I liked sitting out there when I was restless in the small hours of the morning. I could get a beautiful breeze from the ocean two miles away and read by my porch light.

  My artwork was mostly prints but it was well chosen and put together with nice pieces of furniture, many I’d refinished personally. I’ve always taken great pride in doing for myself.

  My living room contained oak tables and a plush camel colored sleeper sofa, which doubled as a guest room. Above it was a framed print of van Gogh’s “Starry Night”. I had two large bookcases that barely cleared the 8’ ceiling filled to the brim with books of every kind. Reading was my passion. I kept my desk and computer in my bedroom so I wouldn’t be tempted to read when I should be writing or studying.

  I didn’t have a lot of clutter, other than a few pictures of a select group of friends, the family I claimed, and candles. More crap was more crap to dust and completely unnecessary in my mind.

  I’d repainted my kitchen a sparkling white with bold green vine
s stenciled on the backsplash and as a border along the ceiling. There were eight small pictures of Italian café scenes on the walls. A green drop leaf table and two matching chairs sat in the corner with a vase of fresh flowers in the center. I’d gotten the three-piece set at a yard sale for ten dollars and sanded it smooth before adding the forest green paint. The change was pretty amazing.

  When Vivienne caught sight of the mahogany four-poster bed that dominated my bedroom, her jaw dropped. “Sex” seemed to scream from it. It was draped with deep burgundy swatches of faux velvet and was matched by a burgundy jacquard comforter set. The look was something straight out of a medieval romance novel.

  It was my favorite piece of furniture and most expensive thing I owned, purchased for two hundred dollars in a dumpy local thrift store and refinished by me. Once she saw it, she stripped out of her clothes, climbed up on it, spread her legs, and said, “That ride left me aching…would you mind?”

  I was happy to oblige, and was out of my clothes in less than thirty seconds. As I climbed up beside her, I thought of the four long silk scarves I kept in my nightstand. I posed the question to her and she hesitated, as I may have in her position. She’d known me less than thirty-six hours, after all. But being the woman she was, she seized the moment and enjoyed it to its maximum potential.

  Once Viv’s hands and feet were tied securely to the posts, I removed a small but effective vibrator from the bedside drawer. It purred quietly when I turned it on. Even more quietly as she was fucked with it while I sucked her nipples to my satisfaction. I moved down the bed and followed the vibrator with my mouth, sliding the dildo carefully into her ass while I continued to lick her.

  I made her wait a very long time to come and when she did, she was literally dripping onto my sheets. Moving to lie on top of her, I caressed her face with my hands, not moving as she licked her fluids from my skin. Her hips were humping up into me, wanting more.