Jake closed his eyes and relaxed his breathing. Brooke felt his dick thin ever so slightly against her palm. “That’s great!” she said, though part of her wasn’t sure if she should feel insulted by her first cock softened, or delighted for doing a great job.
Brooke moved her right hand to her pussy, then took Jake’s dick in her left and continued to stroke it. She made a slight moaning sound as she slipped two fingers inside her, surprised how wet she was. Brooke was often a fountain, but hadn’t been doing much with Jake, and didn’t expect there to be quite such a mess.
Jake was back to his full thickness, which was pretty much what Brooke had expected, and sort of intended. “You’re losing it,” she said. “Think of something else, anything else, maybe your grandma. Well, unless your grandma turns you on,” she smiled.
A blush flushed his cheeks, then he closed his eyes again and focused on the rise and fall of his breath. Brooke continued to stroke him.
She wished he’d meant what he said when he hired her, that he really wanted her to show him what a woman wanted. She tried to explain that women liked different things and that there was no universal right way to fuck a girl, but that she would be thrilled to show him what she liked. But that’s not what Jake wanted, which was confirmed when he used the word “tender” four times in two DM’s, then corrected her when she used the word “fuck” rather than “making love.”
Making love was a bullshit phrase for fucking. Brooke liked it tenderized, not tender. It was hard to be the submissive, sitting there gently stroking his cock when every fiber inside her wanted to face the sunset and ride him like a cowboy.
It was funny, Brooke had exactly zero qualms renting her cunt by the hour. She was 21, horny as fuck almost all of the time, so much so that she was willing to get dick from CraigsList. She didn’t have to use CraigsList, of course. It was a choice. Brooke was smart as a whip, with the bluest blue eyes most guys had ever seen. Even guys who were looking for aimless banging, ended up smitten with her when given the chance. CraigsList removed the possibility.
Now she was paid to take dick, and had yet to meet a client she wouldn't have taken for free. That was just one reason being a part of the Pink Triangle was so much better than working the phone bank. Who wanted to talk about sex when they could do it instead? Most of the time the job was BORING. Autumn was far more suited to it than she was. That girl loved her filthy mouth, yet didn’t want to be “a whore.”
Brooke was glad she’d turned the job down. This job was the coolest thing ever, and honestly, something she’d thought of doing plenty times before. She just never had anyone to give her the nudge. So far the jobs were pretty much what she expected, though this specific job with Jake wasn’t what she expected at all – far sweeter, and a lot more frustrating.
Jake had softened again, and lay semi-flaccid in her hand. He was smiling, she was feeling the same mix of bruised ego and professional pride. “How am I doing?” he said.
“Tremendous,” she purred. “Are you ready for more?”
Jake nodded and she climbed on top of him. “Will you do to me what you want to do to that girl in your head?” she said.
Jake nodded, then put his hand on her right breast and squeezed, pushing his palm hard against her nipple. It hardened beneath his hand, Brooke felt herself get wetter.
“Will you tell me the truth if it doesn’t feel good?” Jake asked.
“Of course.”
He lowered his head and licked her nipples, finishing the right before moving onto the left. As he suckled on one nipple, he would gently cup her opposite breast, rolling the nipple softly between his thumb and middle finger. Brooke tilted her head and moaned, as Jake tickled and teased and kneaded her breast with his mouth, until her nipple fell from his mouth with a soft pop.
“How was that?”
“Wonderful,” she said, though she wanted to tell him it would’ve felt a whole lot better if he’d thrashed and gnashed and used his teeth, and spent half as much time nipple grazing and the rest of the time tending to her waiting pussy. Instead, she added, “It’s okay to be a little more aggressive, though. Do you want to try something else?”
He nodded.
Brooke took his hand and placed it on her flat belly, then gently nudged him toward her dew-soaked slit. He cupped her moist mound with his hand beneath hers, then she guided his fingers between her legs, past her perfectly-shaved skin, and then into her wet and waiting hole.
“You feel how wet I am?” Brooke asked. “That’s how you know I’m aroused. When a woman is this wet,” she shoved his hand deeper, “it means she’s ready for just about anything you might want to do,” she smiled.
“This,” she moved his fingers, “is my clit. It’s extremely sensitive, and most women love anything on it: fingers, lips, a tongue, a cock, even a toy. They like to have it licked or sucked while their man slides his fingers inside her. Are you ready to try that?”
Brooke spread her legs and Jake pulled back, staring at her exposed, completely hairless and glistening slit.
She said, “Get on your knees, and run your hands gently across my pussy, pressing your fingers inside me. I want you to spread my lips and expose my clit, the hard little spot at the top of my inner lips. Flick your tongue across it. If you really want to make me moan, make long strokes with your tongue from my asshole to my clit. Not all girls like that, but I love it, and it’s something you should know how to do.” Brooke winked.
Jake looked uncertain, but did what he was told, slowly dragging his tongue from Brooke’s clit to the center of her ass. She wiggled and moaned and felt the first sharp shock of sudden need. Jake was slow and methodical about everything, Brooke doubted he could’ve dived in if his dick depended on it, but the slow and steady was something she hadn’t felt since high school, and maybe hadn’t felt since she first learned to take control.
Control, that was what was missing.
There was a building tempest inside her, a roaring fire she couldn't ignore. Slow and steady may win the race, but it wasn’t getting her off. Not even close. And who’s to say whatever girl Jake was trying to please didn’t want a good proper fucking anyway? Maybe he was throwing away perfectly good money learning how not to fuck. Maybe she’d be doing him a service if she turned the tables and took control. Or maybe she was blind because Jake’s tongue had found her spot and was thrusting it to gushing.
Brooke was playing with her tits and moaning. She wasn’t sure whether or not she meant to say, “Do you want me to show you how to really fuck? How I like to fuck?” She was pretty sure it just sort of slipped out.
Jake either loved the idea, or was doing all his thinking where the white honey runs, because he started moaning yes, then pleaded with Brooke to tell him what to do.
Brooke was over the fucking moon. The only reason she put on panties was so that she could peel them off, and the only reason she ever locked the door behind her was to fuck. Jake was going to love her lesson and shoot the biggest load of his life into the back of her cum catcher. And if he didn’t like it, he could keep every fucking penny.
Brooke pushed his face deeper, Jake’s tongue was fully inside, soaking her edges. She screamed, “That’s the way to tongue-fuck a woman, Jake! Just like that. Roll your tongue like a taco and shove it in my taco. Double taco, baby!” She laughed at the edge of ecstasy.
The kid was an A-Fucking student. This couldn’t have been his first tongue fuck, because he was driving her headfirst into a tall wall of delirium. “Don't stop, you are making me so FUCKING wet!” Another minute and a twitching orgasm had Brooke craving seconds, but it was Jake’s turn. He had come to learn, after all.
“That was amazing,” she said. “You’re a helluva student, Jake. Your lady is going to be very, very happy with you.” She smiled like the half devil she was. “Now, are you ready to fuck me?”
Jake nodded.
“You wanna fuck me so good that you can be the teacher?”
Jake nodded and started st
roking his cock.
“You wanna fuck me so hard that I spit cum?”
Jake nodded, stroking faster.
“You wanna fuck me so hard that I spit cum so far it lands on your girlfriend’s face?”
She smiled, knowing her finale was worthy of Autumn. Apparently, Jake liked it too, because it was enough to send him charging like a bull back onto the bed. He cried, “I want your mouth,” then mashed his face against hers.
She pulled away and spread her legs as wide as they would go. “See that,” Brooke said, nodding toward her sopping wet and hairless fuck hole. You did a great job. You’ve made me hungry for your dick.”
Jake climbed on top of her and Brooke felt the tip of his dick part her lips then plunge inside her. Brooke began to gyrate her hips, making Jake’s fat cock fatter. He moaned, loudly. Brooke said, “Ooh, I think someone loves the way my pussy is grabbing his dick!”
“What can I do better?” he pleaded.
“Fuck me harder!” she screamed.
And he did, but no matter how much Brooke moved or moaned, or what sort of filthy shit left her mouth, his pace remained the same. Brooke would have thought it was sweet if they were at dinner, but the doe-eyed kindness was the last thing she wanted when he was ramming her into a sop. Jake reminded her of Lincoln, a nerdy 17-year old with a super skinny dick she used to fuck back when she was 16. Like Lincoln, Jake wasn’t much in bed, unless he was using his tongue, and that was fine — so long as he didn’t marry a girl like her or Celeste. But it was disappointing considering what a marbled piece of ass Jake would’ve been if someone could teach him the right way to fuck.
Brooke would be happy to give him lessons for eternity.
“Am I doing a good job?” Jake yelled between thrusts.
“Amazing!” Brooke moaned, wishing he’d pound her harder.
“What can I do better?”
Brooke said, “Surrender. Sometimes that’s what a girl really wants.”
Jake stopped his thrusting and Brooke rolled him to his side and climbed on top of him. She lowered herself onto his throbber and started moving up and down, with a rapidly rising tempo.
Jake just lay there. “I’m not doing anything,” he said.
“You’re doing great,” Brooke was moaning. She tilted her head back, riding his cock, playing with her tits, twisting her nipples, sucking on her fingers, and writhing around on his ever-hardening cock until it was slippery enough to make the slopping sloshy noises that sent Brooke into the deepest part of a scream. And even though the girl in his head probably wasn’t much of a screamer, Brooke was at full throttle when she started rubbing her clit and yelled for Jake to, “Fuck me like you want to fuck, not like you think you should!”
Jake roared, then toppled Brooke to her back and started to plow her.
“FUCK YEAH!” Brooke screamed, then screamed some more. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow!”
Jake found his confidence and started pumping harder, now smiling and no longer asking questions. Harder and harder, faster and faster, his breathing a Bolero rolling toward boil. They screamed in unison and Jake cried, “I’m filling you with cum you fucking whore!” just as the first spurt of cum shot from his dick and painted her inner walls. And there must have been a ton, because it started leaking from the sides of her slit before Jake was finished shooting.
Brooke didn’t stop, or even slow, until she had to, riding Jake’s tip until he softened. She rocked her body back and forth until he fell out completely, then slowly lifted herself from his quivering frame.
Brooke wasn’t much of a kisser, and the job certainly didn’t call for it, but she leaned over the bed and kissed Jake long and hard on the mouth. “That was great,” she said. “You’re the perfect student.”
“Really?” he said.
Brooke wished he wasn’t soft because she was already imagining fucking him right into the Friday after next. “Yeah, really,” she said.
Jake paid her and told her it was worth every penny. Then Brooke did something Celeste told her to never, ever do. “Look,” she said, “I think it’s really sweet what you’re trying to do, but unless you’re gonna marry this girl, you’ve still got a lot to learn.” She leaned close enough to his ear to lick the lobe, then whispered, “Meet me again and I’ll give you the best fuck of your life, on the house.”
“That’s not necessary,” Jake shook his head, playing with her necklace. “Tuesdays are best for me. And I’d like to book mine through the end of the year.”
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Jake Wallace: Learning To Fuck
Jake squinted in the bathroom mirror, trying to decide if he liked what he saw.
He knew he was handsome, and had been told as much by man and woman, young and old, for as long he could remember and surely long before that. Jake had blond hair with a slight curl, smooth skin pulled loose across a square jaw, and the perfect amount of baby fat left on his 19-year old face to soften the cheeks beneath his kind green eyes.
Jake could tell he was handsome, but that meant slightly more than nothing. He was used to beauty, and beauty was boring when it was just paint on the canvas.
Jake wasn’t the woe-is-me I’m so rich, pretty boy fucktard, that he saw himself as whenever his mind fell into this particular series of complaints. But he did feel like paint on the canvas, even if he wasn’t willing to say so out loud.
He wasn’t sick of the money. Jake loved having more dollars than he could spend, and all the time in the world to spend them. And while he may not have cared for the glitz of the Rolex he’d worn just twice, both times in the company of Mr. Pruit, who had bought him the watch as a ridiculously excessive present on his 18th birthday, he did love his Maserati and would happily drive it every day for the rest of his life, or at least until next year’s model, which he’d probably get in silver. There was a shit-ton of money in commercial real estate, and Jake’s family made more than their share. His bank account wasn’t exactly bottomless, but it was close. Since Jake didn’t spend like his brothers and sisters, he couldn't imagine his well running dry for several lifetimes.
What Jake did find boring was the not living, and having everything planned out since the first second of your personal forever. He’d known Sasha for most of his life. They went to the same cotillions, and ran in the same small circles since the beginning. Their social calendars had so much overlap, if you have laid one on top of the other you would have had to sit down with a magnifying glass to find the differences. They went to the same schools and the same prom and lost their virginity on the same night, together.
Jake Wallace and Sasha Middleton were the couple. But being one half of the couple made Jake Wallace feel like he was doing something wrong.
Sasha was one runway away from being a model, with perfect skin, porcelain features, and a perfect body. Women simply didn’t look better than she did naked. Yet, Jake didn’t feel the fire inside he knew he was supposed to feel, at least according to half the plots of every book he’d ever read or movie he had seen. Sasha must have felt the same way, since she rarely initiated anything with him in the bedroom beyond the standard five-minute missionary, and Jake couldn't imagine her lusting after him the way he felt lusted after by everyone from other girls in their circle to random women on the street.
Jake wanted to feel ALIVE, and was afraid he never would, stuck as he was behind the gold gilded bars that come with having too much money and too many eyes on everything you do.
And then three weeks ago, just when he was thinking he’d live the rest of his feeling dead inside, he met her … Brooke.
Mr. Pruit, or Mark, as his godfather insisted he call him, had convinced him to quietly hire an escort to help him know whether Sasha was really right for him. Mark handed him a number on a folded slip of paper and told him to call, then said he’d deny ever having giving him the number if Mark ever decided to snitch like a bitch. Mark told him to ask for Celeste, then promised if he did, he’d be fucking a “genuine nymph.�
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Jake took the card, thanked his godfather, then took two weeks to call. When he finally did, he didn’t ask for Celeste. He wanted a girl closer to his own age. Little did he know he’d be getting a genuine nymph anyway.
Jake agreed to hire an escort because he wanted to know what women wanted and what he’d been missing. She showed him both, and showed him well. Jake had wanted seconds of Brooke immediately, and when he thought about it later, he realized he’d never wanted anything more in his life. The boy who could have anything had Brooke back in his apartment, and on her knees, just four minutes after she had driven from his garage.
The three weeks since had been incredible.
Jake liked what he saw in the mirror, and Brooke was helping him to like it more, one intense, soaking wet and screeching loud fuck at a time. He left the bathroom, then his apartment, heading down the hallway and into the elevator, then down to the first floor lobby. Jake waved to the doorman, stepped outside, then headed down the stairs to the garage.
Tuesdays were the only day Jake could see Brooke, since it was the regular doorman’s day off. The regular guy, Ted, was way too chatty with both Sasha and Jake’s mom. But Tuesday’s stand-in, Les, was sort of an idiot. Jake doubted he could remember his own middle name, let alone the comings and goings of the residents of King’s Point.
But that was Ted at the door, not Les. Because Jake couldn't wait for Tuesday. Not again. His burn was too hot, he needed to see Brooke tonight. Another 20 hours was 20 hours too long. Sure, it was risky. But without risk there was no reward, and what Brooke did to his dick and then to his brain, well, that was already so much of a reward that the slight risk seemed like a small balance due.
Jake crossed the garage, hopped into his black Maserati, then turned the engine and pulled out into the street, making the first right toward the highway on his way to Con Brio. The drive would take about 40 minutes, but every mile would be worth it. Plus, Jake loved the anticipation as much as the event, as evidenced by his already hard cock, bulging against the denim of his dark blue jeans.
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