“How I want to lick you clean,” she said, her voice low and sexy. “I hope you understand,” she said, holding onto my thigh as she stood. “Ricardo, if we continue our relationship, do you object to some testing?” She walked to the table, picked up a white napkin, and began wiping her hands. “Sherry said this was your first time servicing a woman sexually. I must tell her you did a good job, so good that I want more of you.”
I was still trying to catch my breath when she hit me with her statement. She wanted more. I hadn’t thought that far into the future. This was, after all, a job, one that I was told required some dancing.
“I’ve never considered more than being an escort. I have no objection to any testing. I’m married, and as far as I know my wife’s been faithful and so have I… until now.” I stared at her pretty face then our eyes met. She straightened out her dress and took the towel with her as she came to me. My cock was now flaccid, lying on the zipper of my black trousers and coated with semen. She went to her knees and began to clean me. She dipped one finger in our sexual concoction and gazed at me mischievously, then tasted us. I smiled and followed her lead, tasting our juices.
“I’m safe, Aurora, as I believe you are. Like I said, I’ve never strayed and I’m in remarkably good health.”
“I can see that,” she said as she finished her ministrations. She tucked my cock back in my boxers and zipped up my pants. She got up and put the towel on the table.
“This is a job, and might I add one you’re very good at. With a cock like yours, you could be a very prosperous man. I, for one, want to see you again.”
I regained my strength and stood behind her at the table. “You’ve paid two-thousand dollars for a dance. You should get what you paid for.” I waited for her answer.
She turned in my arms. “Yes, I have one, my wedding song. It’s what this evening is all about.”
As she gazed longingly at me, I scanned her lovely face, now seeing the years she tried to hide. I noticed the small crow’s feet that adorned each eye and the wrinkles scattered about on her perfect forehead. Still, my need flourished as my cock swelled again being so close to her. I held out a hand to her. She smiled and tapped a few buttons on the remote and engaged another classic slow love song. “A Time for Us” echoed through the room as I scooped her into my arms.
We danced slowly, body to body, to the song. Our lips roamed softly until they connected in a deep, soul-searching kiss. This time, I wanted to make slow, maddening love to her. She had the same idea as she broke our embrace and took my hand, leading me out of the large banquet hall. We came to another set of stairs and began to climb them quickly. I was impatient, swept her lean frame into my arms, and took the stairs two at a time.
She giggled. “My bedroom is the third door on the right.”
When we entered the room, we removed our clothes one piece at a time as we gradually headed for the large four-poster bed. I had her dress over her head to find she wore no panties and just a white lace bra. Her trim body fired me up. She was a well-kept, expensive woman, unlike my wife who had let herself go and had lost interest in us. The guilt no longer pulled at my gut. This was a job and two-thousand dollars was all I needed to quell those feelings.
We fell onto the bed. I spread her legs wide and buried my face in her pussy. All thoughts of her or me not being safe also drifted from my mind. I ate her out, flicked her clit, fucked her pussy with my tongue, and reamed her ass. She came, her pussy squirting juices all over my face. I licked and swallowed what I could, then rolled from her, and climbed up her body as every inch of me rubbed against her. She was ready for me, her hands grabbing at my shoulders as I settled my body between her thighs. Her hands grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her clit. A wicked smile erupted on her full lips. She then pushed me down, straddled me, then positioned me at the opening to her body and I pushed my way in.
She rode me hard and took me in as deep as she could. Her blonde hair was a hot mess and her body broke out in a warm sweat. My body followed as I aided her by grabbing her hips and pumping her up and down. Her perfect breasts moved with the rest of her slender body. I’d completely lost myself in this beautiful older woman. It had been a while since I enjoyed a fuck the way I was enjoying this one. I moved my hips under her, moving my cock from side to side, mixing up the movement inside her.
I then took one hand and rubbed her mound, then between her lips until I found a rhythm of arousal on her clit. Her breathing increased and her body arched as she tightened her pussy. My cock felt the muscles of her pussy tighten. She gripped my shoulders and moaned. She came, grinding her mound against me, savoring her pleasure,
I was not far behind her. “Aurora, I’m there babe, oh fuck,” I said, not being able to hold back any longer.
Her damp and exhausted body reacted fast. She rolled to her side and grabbed my cock. In one hard pump, I came, squirting my come all over my abs and her slender hands.
“I’ll call your benefactor to make a request and ask her to send you for blood work.”
“I’ll do that on my own, Aurora. And you?” I asked.
“I’ll do the same,” she said as she got up to wash. “Ricardo, you’re worth your weight in gold. I do believe you’re a magician. That should be your nickname, maybe your call-name. I think it fits.”
I listened as she spoke. This to her really was nothing more than business and I found I understood her gist. I could do this. Would I really make some serious money? Time would be the only way for me to tell. How would all this affect my life, especially on a personal level? At this point, I didn’t care. Tonight felt right, damn it fell more than right. The Magician… it had a nice ring to it.
Chapter Four
My career as an escort was a very successful one. I’d thought of giving it up several times, but the money was too good. After the second year of escorting women, my marriage fell apart. She never accused me of cheating, but she never wanted to resume our sexual relationship, so we drifted further and further apart. At least sex with my wife meant a tad more, and when that was gone, so was what remained of our marriage.
When Sherry learned I was going to be free, a hell of a lot more often, she started matching me up with some very interesting clients. That’s when Alice Matthews came onto the scene. You see, she likes to have people watch, and her audience surprised me a little because it was her husband.
“Sherry, are you fucking kidding me? This guy wants me to fuck his wife in front of him. Look, I can take a good punch and I’ve had my share of fights, but this is just asking for trouble.”
“Ricardo, you’re not the first escort I’ve sent. There have been scores of others and they pay their two-thousand dollars without as much as a derogatory peep.”
“I don’t know if I can fuck for an audience, Sherry. This will be a first.”
“Oh, Love, you’ll do fine. They love the variety I can offer them. I’ve been holding you back because of that fabulous cock of yours. I have twenty-five hundred dollars from them. They are paying more for your cock.”
“Christ, my cock. Well, that does turn me on. I guess I’ll give this a try.”
Sherry walked over to me and touched my face softly as she put her other hand on my jeans, rubbing my cock. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you, but you work for me. I’ve made it a rule never to shit where I eat. Too bad baby, I’m a pretty good fuck.”
I looked down into her pretty face. Her red hair and large hazel eyes stood out. Her clear, beautiful skin had always amazed me. She always looked so put together, never a hair out of place. And that red hair made a man think, was she a natural redhead? However, she was right; fucking her would only cause problems. “Smart theory, Sherry. Now when do I meet the notorious Alice Matthews?’
“Tomorrow night. Too soon?”
“It’s a job. No, it’s not too soon.”
Tomorrow night I’d meet this freaky woman and her husband. It would be like being in a porn movie. I always thought t
hat fucking in front of someone and doing porn wasn’t an option for me. That was where I would draw the line. With this job, I was contradicting myself. I put it out of my mind for now. I had a night off and I was going to take advantage of it.
****
Sherry said to dress casual, so I did. He answered the door. He was maybe in his late fifties and pleasant enough to look at. I didn’t know what to expect, however, he held out his hand for me to shake hands with him.
“My name is Dennis. Nice to meet you, Ricardo. Alice is waiting and so am I.”
We walked through a small foyer to a rather modest home in the suburbs. Nothing seemed too unusual about their home. We came to what looked like a basement door.
“I need to tell you a little something before we go downstairs.”
Ah shit, I thought. Here it comes.
“Alice and I live a different kind of lifestyle; ever hear of BDSM? I’m what you call a Master and she’s my sub. What you’ll see down there may freak you out, but all we’re asking you for is a good, hard fuck, nothing more.”
I’d heard of BDSM. Everybody had over the last few years. As long as they didn’t want me participating, I was, so far, down with everything.
“I’m cool. Not a problem,” I answered.
He opened the door and we went down a flight of stairs. He hit a light switch and the entire room lit up in a weird amber-like glow. The floor was tiled, hard, and cold. My eyes adjusted and for a second or two, I thought I was in a medieval dungeon. My eyes scanned the area, and on the wall, hung a whip, smaller versions of whips, a riding crop, and handcuffs. Were they fur-lined?
There was more. I saw two paddles with the name ‘Alice’ beautifully engraved on them. Hanging on the wall were clips, chains, and then my mind went into oh shit mode. However, my eyes didn’t stop there because on the wall hung a cross and shackles. I was ready to turn and hightail it up those stairs when a woman appeared at the bottom of them.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She was average height, but that’s where average stopped. She was gorgeous. Her face was simply beautiful, like a sculptured mannequin’s with hair that was dark and long. She wore a long scarlet cape, which was open down the middle, revealing a large set of firm tits, a small waist, and full sensuous hips. Her legs were long, shapely, and set off by the black stilettos she wore. I was speechless. The thought of hightailing it receded and visions of fucking her over one of the padded tables in the room replaced my fear.
“Hello, handsome. I’m Alice,” she said in her deep melodic voice.
She had to see the expression on my face. It had to be one of utter surprise. Thoughts registered in my head and triggered some semblance of intelligence. This was a BDSM dungeon meant for playing out certain scenarios.
“Hi, Alice. I’m Ricardo.”
“I hope this all hasn’t rattled you. We’re not going to hurt anyone, but we will have some very erotic and naughty fun.”
I smiled, letting her know that I understood what she was saying.
“Good,” Dennis added. “And I watch… just wanted to let you know.”
“I know. I was informed by my employer.”
“Ok, let’s get to it,” Alice said with a definite hint of excitement in her voice.
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
Dennis left us and went to sit down on a dark leather couch a few feet from us. Alice let the scarlet robe slip from her body to the floor. As I took in every inch of her full-figured body, my cock twinged.
“Are you going to stand there and look at me, or are you going to take off your clothes? My lips are tingling; I need to suck a cock,” she said with a sexy smirk on her face.
I took off my suit jacket and looked for a place to put it. Alice came to me and took it, walking to a place on the wall where several hangers hung. The black sweater I wore came over my head and she grabbed that, too. “Very nice; you have expensive taste,” she said as she ran her hand over my sweater.
Both garments hung on hangers and I started to unzip my jeans. Her hands were on mine in an instant. “Let me.”
I loved a woman’s reaction as she first laid eyes on my cock. Hers was no different from the others.
“Oh, my, you are a big boy.” She fell to her knees and removed my jeans so fast I almost fell against the wall. Her hands squeezed my balls and she sucked my cock into her mouth. Damn, she was good at this. That’s when I noticed her husband sitting on the couch. He was already rubbing himself. A strange setup was all I could think. However, my famous saying ‘whatever floats your boat’ rang true especially today.
I closed my eyes and let her wet mouth work my cock. My cock grew, the blood surging into the bottom of my body and right to it. I tangled my hands in her long dark hair. I moved her head back and forth and began fucking her mouth. Dennis faded from view and I was sure the guy was pumping the shit out of his cock.
Alice’s lips and tongue were snake-like and she treated my cock like a meal. Her teeth ran down the edge and she nipped at the tip. I jumped and moaned. This woman was amazing and was the best I’d had yet at giving head. I wanted to come. She had to sense it because she removed her mouth. She stood and rubbed her body against mine. All I wanted to do was lick her tits, eat her pussy, then fuck her and not in any specific order.
I grabbed her by the arms and bent my head to her breasts, sucking the nipples to pebble hardness. Her heart was beating fast and heavy in her chest. She arched her back so I could get a good grip with my mouth and teeth.
”Oh, God you’re good,” she cooed. “Wanna try the queening chair?”
I stopped. “Explain that to me,” I asked.
“It’s better that I show you. It makes it much easier to eat me.”
I looked around the room; she had me there. I didn’t see any bed. She took my hand and led me to a large leather chair. She sat and spread her thighs and pointed down beneath her. I followed her lead and laid under her and between her legs, face up. I was comfortable and was directly under her wet and ready pussy. A queening chair, I was learning. I gripped the sides and got to work. My tongue licked her from pussy to ass. I found her clit, sucked it into my mouth, and began flicking it with my tongue.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” she yelled. “I’m coming!” Her juices increased and her body let go, with more moisture running all over my face. I licked as much as I could. My cock was aching for some relief. I moved, got up, and stood before her. My eyes traveled over her head to Dennis, who seemed to have shot his wad. My eyes left the back of the room and that couch. I grabbed her to me. “The fucking bench,” she said breathlessly.
A few feet behind the chair was a long leather bench with straps. “Strap me in,” she said in obvious distress, needing my cock in her.
I did as she asked, and it left her legs wide and ready for my dick. I spread her lips and fingered her hard. I then tweaked her clit, positioning myself between her legs and sinking my cock into her, hard. I hadn’t noticed Dennis was now standing beside her. He leaned down and kissed her as I continued to fuck her. He raised his head to look at me in the eye, and then suddenly his mouth was all over her tits.
“Oh, oh, oh…” she whispered.
“Fuck her hard, get that big dick deep inside her,” Dennis said, his voice raspy.
I rammed into her repeatedly. Now lost in the moment, a train could run through the room and I’d still be fucking her. Dennis didn’t deter me or even interfere with my need.
I yelled “Ah!” and came.
I heard Dennis ask her, “Did you come, Alice?”
“Yes, baby, I came. That man is truly gifted. You know how hard it is for me to have an orgasm. It must be his cock.”
The sweat poured off us. My eyes closed tight as my cock continuously pumped and spewed its contents into Alice. My heart was beating hard and the pounding reverberated in my ears. I relaxed and withdrew my cock from her. I went and sat in her queening chair as I watched the two of them. Her arms were around him and they kissed then whi
spered to each other, yes like lovers. As long as I’ve been in this business, I never question what turns people on and what they chose to do as far as their sex lives are concerned. I make my money and I give them what they want.
Dennis turned to me. “Ricardo, thank you. Most would think us deviants, freaks, or the like.”
“I think nothing of the sort. Glad I could be of service.”
Alice sat up. “You’re truly a magician, Ricardo; the rumors are true. You certainly have a gift.”
I could only smile. Yes, I had a gift. Yet, since my marriage ended, I hadn’t been able to bond with any woman. I began to think that this life was the life for me, but a certain redhead kept popping into my brain. Maybe it was time to look up Tory March.
Chapter Five
I was about to search online for Tory March when my business phone rang. It was Sherry.
“Hey, Ricardo, how are you?”
“Sherry, better than ever. What’s up?”
“I have another job for you.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s kind of a favor.”
Damn, I hated Sherry’s favors. “Okay, what is it this time?”
“A friend of mine is going through a pretty nasty divorce. She hasn’t had sex in over ten years. Do you think you can handle that?”
All I could think of was, Christ, another woman who expected flowers and fireworks. “Of course I can handle it. When, where, and what time?”
“Gee, do I hear a little bit of bitterness in your voice?”
“Well, I’ve been doing this for over two years…”
“Yes, love, and you and I have made a ton of money. You’ve been to Cannes and been photographed with some very influential people. Soon you won’t need me or this life.”
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