Hired for Her Pleasure

by Bonnie Dee

  He climbed into the Jeep and floored it out of the parking lot.

  *

  Monica woke from her nap in the early evening feeling muzzy and dull. She could tell by the light coming in the windows that it was late, but she was amazed when she checked the clock and found it was seven thirty. Her guests were supposed to arrive by eight.

  She quickly showered, dressed and gobbled a yogurt to have something in her stomach since she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but before she had time to calm down or orient herself, the doorbell rang.

  Ryan. Her heart bounded like a running antelope. Her eagerness embarrassed her but she couldn’t deny the joy the thought of Ryan awoke in her. She opened the door with a huge smile on her face to greet him and was dismayed to find a stranger on her porch. Well, not a complete stranger. She remembered Travis’s picture and bio from the Labors of Love profiles. He was the handsome poet with the huge biceps and gorgeous white teeth. Seeing that much male beauty in person was intimidating.

  He was tall and toned, dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and slacks. He had smooth brown skin and intense brown eyes. Monica half expected him to speak in abstract poetic phrases. “Hello, you must be Monica.” His voice was as rich and creamy as a Dove bar. “Am I too early?”

  “No. Please, come in.”

  He followed her inside. Where was Ryan? She’s assumed they’d be coming together. The choice of words evoked an image of two sweating, thrusting men wrapped around one another, both with identical expressions of ecstasy. Or rather, arriving at the same time.

  “Ryan’s not here yet,” she said. What in the world was she doing? This was absolute madness. She was not actually going to share her body with two men, one of whom was a complete stranger.

  She gestured toward the couch. “Won’t you sit down?”

  “First I have something I’d like to prepare if you have a blender. I hope you like margaritas.” He held up a paper bag.

  Monica sighed in relief. Something to do to fill the time. “Yes. That would be wonderful. Thank you so much.”

  Travis made himself at home, moving around her kitchen preparing the drinks. He kept up a stream of conversation, asking her about her work and telling about an interesting book he was reading. By the time he poured the thick, lime-green slush in a glass and offered it to her, Monica was feeling much more relaxed.

  “Here’s something else for you too.” He held out his hand. In the middle of his palm was a small white tablet and Monica was suddenly reminded of the D.A.R.E. class she’d taken in fifth grade. The goofy little “Just Say No” ditty ran through her head.

  At her doubtful look, he added, “It’s Ecstasy. Trust me, it’s safe and it will enhance your experience this evening.” He popped the tab in his mouth and swallowed then produced another and offered it to her again. “Works best without the alcohol, but what the hell, you can’t have a party without margaritas.”

  Monica swallowed the E and chased it with a sip of the tart drink. “I haven’t done this before. How long before I feel something?”

  “Depends on your metabolism, but it should kick in in about a half hour. Meanwhile, why don’t you let me give you a massage? Guaranteed to help you relax.”

  Monica’s heart fluttered. This was starting to happen and where was Ryan? Why didn’t he call? She was about to get a naked massage from a total stranger and she needed Ryan to be a part of it or she didn’t know if she could handle it. How odd was that? She’d never felt any hesitation about stripping in front of Ryan. Other than a brief stab of nerves at the very beginning, she’d always been comfortable around him.

  Travis took her hand and led her to the couch. Monica sat with her back turned toward him and he put his hands on her shoulders and kneaded them gently. He kissed the side of her neck, soft, warm lips pressed against her skin. “Come on, sweetness. Let me help you relax. I want you to have a good time.”

  Monica shivered at his touch.

  “You don’t have to be nervous. Nobody’s going to do anything here that you don’t want. It’s your play.” He continued to reassure her in his deep, rumbling voice, telling her how safe she was and how good she was going to feel. He continued to massage her shoulders and back and before Monica knew it, she was shirtless and wasn’t quite sure how she got that way. His hands were warm on her skin as he rubbed from her neck all the way down to her ass, slowly, deeply digging into her muscles and relieving all pressure. And, oh, what happened to her bra?

  His hands slid around her sides, up her rib cage to encompass her breasts, and he continued to murmur that low, seductive chant, “You feel so good. Your skin is soft and as smooth as satin. I can’t wait to see how you taste and to know what your body feels like wrapped around me.”

  His mouth trailed across her back from shoulder to shoulder, kissing, licking, while he fondled her breasts and toyed with her nipples. Monica felt like bread dough beneath his knowledgeable hands. Her muscles melted at his touch and she felt boneless. A growing sense of bliss blossomed through her and she wondered if the little white tablet was already kicking in.

  “You feeling more comfortable now, baby? Good. I want you to enjoy every bit of this because it’s all about you. Making you feel good.”

  He turned to face him and stopped the mesmerizing stream of words to lean in and kiss her. His soft lips covered her mouth, tempting it open with soft brushes of his tongue.

  Monica felt as if her nerve endings were tuned to high like the whiskers on a cat which sensed the slightest touch against them. Her skin, her lips, her tongue vibrated with feeling. She sank into Travis’s skillful kisses, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulder, her hands running through the tight curls of his hair.

  Travis slid his hands down her back to grab her ass and pull her onto his lap. Her knees pressed on either side of his waist and her bare breasts brushed against the front of his shirt. Her nipples had never felt so sensitive. They were match heads likely to be struck to flame any moment.

  “Just a minute, honey.” He pulled away from her long enough to remove his shirt.

  Monica was awestruck at the sculpted muscles he probably worked on every day. She ran her hands over his massive chest and swollen biceps and down his arms to his hands which were busily unfastening her pants and sliding them over her hips. The material scraped her skin like sandpaper and that feverish feeling convinced her she was feeling the effects of the E.

  Travis lifted her up and she helped him strip off her jeans, shoes and socks. He pulled her back onto his lap, and the material of his trousers scratched her naked thighs, and ass. Her pussy clenched and released and she was afraid she’d leave damp marks on Travis’s slacks.

  He offered her another sip from her margarita glass. Her mouth was dry and she swallowed too fast. She squeezed her eyes closed as blinding pain shot through her head. “Ice headache,” she explained.

  He laughed a warm, honeyed chuckle and massaged her temples until she was better. Then he kissed her again and in contrast to her ice-chilled mouth, his was hotter than a fever.

  God, he kissed good! He was sweet and warm and nice and she loved him. Loved him almost as much as Ryan. And where was Ryan? She missed him and wanted him to be a part of this because she really, really liked Ryan and wanted him to be as happy as she was right now with all these good, good feelings and the warmth and the love.

  “Slow down, baby girl, or I’m going to lose it here.” Travis grasped her hips and stopped her from writhing against him like a cat. And where was Amber? She hadn’t seen her pet all evening. Must be hiding underneath the bed. She hadn’t come to welcome Travis like she did when Ryan came.

  “Sorry.” Monica giggled and stopped rubbing her aching pussy over the bulge in his trousers. She wanted to see his cock so she reached down to unbutton his fly, pleased by how the button slipped through the buttonhole so neatly and the zipper opened with a little rrrip. Zippers were an amazing invention and so were buttons. Underneath the button and the zipper there was no unde
rwear, only springy black hair and a big hard cock.

  “You don’t have underwear,” she informed him gravely. “Just a cock.” She wrapped her hand around it and began to pull. The shaft was smooth and warm and very hard in her hand and she suddenly, desperately needed to taste it.

  She slithered off his lap to kneel between his legs and take that smooth, warm and very hard cock in her mouth. It tasted salty and felt absolutely amazing against her tongue. She rolled her tongue over the head and poked the tip into the small slit on the crown.

  Travis groaned.

  She licked up and down the length of his shaft pretending it was a Popsicle that was warm and never melted. Up and down she licked, amusing herself with her Popsicle analogy. Travis watched her through heavy-lidded eyes.

  She pulled away long enough to ask, “Do you ever melt?”

  He frowned in confusion then laughed. “Girl, you are wrecked.” He grasped her arms and pulled. “Come up here and let me tend to you.”

  Travis pulled Monica onto his lap and began sucking one of her nipples while plucking at the other. Her breasts felt like they were made of nerve endings, billions and billions of fireflies clicking on and off, signaling messages to the rest of her body. She’d never felt anything as intense as Travis’s mouth sucking and nipping. She cried out and tilted her head back.

  The doorbell rang.

  “My bell! Ryan’s here. I have to get the door.” She started to rise but Travis laid her back on the couch.

  “You don’t have your shirt on. I’ll get it.”

  She giggled softly to herself as the room pulsed and glowed around her. Technicolor world, all bright and beautiful. Then she opened her eyes and caught sight of Ryan. He was upside down. She lifted her head off the couch cushion and swiveled around to face him. It seemed to take a moment for her eyes to catch up with her head and focus.

  “You came! Come here. You have to taste my margarita. Could you hand me my margarita?” she asked Travis and he obligingly gave it to her. Monica took the glass then looked at Ryan again. He was frowning. He didn’t look happy and that made her sad.

  “Taste this. You’ll feel better.” She would dip her tit in the margarita and offer it to him, she decided. But the drink was too far down in the glass so instead she drizzled the icy concoction over her breasts. “Taste it,” she said again.

  “Whoa!” Travis rescued the glass from her hand as he sat on the couch beside her.

  “Jesus, man, what’d you give her?” Ryan asked.

  Travis leaned forward and sucked the sweet, stickiness off of Monica’s chest before replying. “Just one tab of E to help her relax. She was a little nervous, but it did the trick. She’s not nervous now.”

  “Damn it, she suffers from panic attacks. She could be on medication. You can’t give people stuff like that.” Ryan took off the flannel shirt he wore over his sleeveless T-shirt.

  Monica thought she might cry Ryan looked so unhappy. “Don’t be upset. Come here. I don’t want you to be upset. I’m good. We’re all good. Everything’s good.”

  “I’m good over here,” Travis agreed, grinning. “Are you good, Ryan?”

  Monica surged upright and threw her arms around Ryan’s neck. She hugged him tight and inhaled his scent. He smelled like sweat and sawdust, not cologne like Travis. She loved that he smelled like a man.

  “I love that you smell like a man. Please don’t frown anymore.” She licked at his salty neck and felt his muscles stiff and hard against her. She wondered if he liked the licking because he wasn’t making any of those nice noises he usually made. No contented groans today.

  She tilted her head to look up into his eyes and they were so sad. But at least he wasn’t frowning anymore. He leaned down to kiss her. His mouth was warm and his lips were soft, not as full and cushiony as Travis’s but Ryan-shaped and so she loved them more.

  “You need a margarita,” she said. “And one of those pills. You’ll feel really good then. Travis will get you a margarita and a pill.”

  Travis moved to obey, patting Ryan’s shoulder as he passed. “Hey, it’s cool, man. She’s all right and we’re going to make her even better.” He winked at Monica. “Aren’t we, sweetness? We’re going to give you everything you want.”

  Monica tugged on Ryan’s hand, leading him to the couch. She sat down and grasped his hips to move him in front of her.

  “Take off your undershirt,” she said as she worked the buttons on the fly of his jeans. “You have buttons all the way down and no zipper.” She splayed the front of his jeans wide. “But you have on underwear and Travis doesn’t.”

  She tugged on the waistband and pulled both briefs and jeans over his hips. His cock bobbed free and she abandoned his pants halfway down his thighs to grasp it in her hand.

  “These things are hilarious,” she said waving his dick around. “Little one-eyed bandit. I think everyone should have one.” She looked up and Ryan was grinning. Exhilaration coursed through her and she had to tell him how she felt. “I love you.”

  His smile disappeared.

  “Here we go.” Travis returned with more drinks. “One for you.” He handed it to Ryan. “And a refill for you.”

  Monica took the margarita and drank deeply.

  “Careful now,” Travis warned. “You don’t want to give yourself another headache.”

  When Monica looked up again, Ryan was out of his jeans and Travis had lost his pants. They stood beside each other talking and Monica was on eye level with their groins. Travis told Ryan to take a pill and chill because he was wound way too tight for what was going down and Ryan snapped that he didn’t need it. But mostly Monica tuned out their voices and concentrated on their penises, both hard and thrusting into the air.

  Ryan’s pubic hair was light brown and his penis was pale, thick and long and curved a little upward. Travis’s tight dark curls framed a cock that was even thicker and very straight. Monica was entranced by the palette of colors ranging from dark purplish red at the heads to shades of tan and brown.

  “Your cocks are really quite beautiful.” She reached out to stroke them both and feel the satiny skin. Both men laughed at her drunken pronouncement. “I mean it. They should be photographed and framed.”

  “Come on. Let’s take you to bed,” Travis grasped her hand and pulled her to his feet. He wrapped an arm around her, but Monica wanted Ryan. She turned to face him and held out her arms. He moved into them and his body felt so familiar and solid. She rested her head on his chest and breathed him in.

  Travis moved in behind her, sheltering her back while Ryan pressed against her front. Their arms were clasped around her and each other in one big embrace. She’d never been so warm nor felt so protected. Ryan’s erection pressed against her groin, Travis’s slid along her rear.

  “You sure you’re ready for this?” Ryan murmured against the top of her head.

  She nodded.

  After another moment, Travis broke free from their group hug and led the way down the hall to the bedroom.

  “To the right,” Ryan directed him.

  Monica held his calloused hand as they walked together. She brought it to her mouth and kissed it. He smiled down at her and guided her with into the bedroom. She’d set the mood before Travis had arrived by lighting candles and putting on quiet music.

  Ryan lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and sat beside her. Travis moved to the other side, the weight of his hip settling on the mattress pulling her toward him. He placed a fistful of condom packets and a tube of lubricant on the nightstand.

  She looked from one man to the other, a part of her still marveling that she dared to do this. But between the margarita and the Ecstasy, the rest of her was floating in a lovely haze. Her flesh felt supple and sensitive. Every touch was a pleasure from the smooth sheet beneath her body to the warm hands stroking her arms on either side. She was not afraid and had no reservations, but Ryan and Travis waited for some sign from her to move forward.

>   “Kiss me,” she whispered, not certain which one she was asking.

  Travis grinned, teeth flashing white against his brown skin. He leaned down and covered her mouth in a light, caressing kiss, which quickly deepened as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

  Monica curled a hand around his neck and opened her mouth, welcoming his exploring. At the same time she was aware of Ryan’s mouth suckling her breast and his hand sliding between her thighs to rub her clit. Then very quickly she lost track of whose hands were doing what. There seemed to be so more than two men stroking her, touching her, teasing her body until every cell was open and yearning. A hand twisted in her hair and another rubbed up and down her back. Still another was kneading her breast and tweaking her nipple. Monica felt like she was glowing like the candles, lit up inside and shining through each pore.

  The man kissing her switched from Travis to Ryan. She opened her eyes to see him, the quizzical arch of his brow, the curve of his eyelashes against his cheek. She wanted to tell him his eyes stole her heart every time she looked into them, but her mouth was busy with his tongue.

  Then Travis’s tongue probed deep inside her pussy and licked her clit. She groaned into Ryan’s mouth. Monica closed her eyes once more and surrendered to the feeling of hands, mouths, bodies surrounding her, touching her, holding her, kissing, licking, sucking everywhere. The experience was so intense she was about to come already. She freed her mouth from Ryan’s and gasped, “Not yet.”

  “Hm, baby? What do you want?” Travis’s bass voice reverberated near her ear and she wondered when they’d switched position. Ryan was now the one between her legs and Travis beside her.

  “Inside me. Both at once.”

  Monica had never had anal sex, but tonight she was ready to try anything. Ryan moved behind her and caressed her buttocks. He traced a lubricated finger between her cheeks and around her rear opening then slowly slipped it inside.