by K Westlake
"I want you to cum for me" I urged. "Not because you're groping yourself but because I am here between your legs!" I showed my control by burying my tongue all the way into her. With a flick of my cultured tongue I started my client on a sexually journey which would end in a mind-blowing explosion.
Ellie moaned and gasped loudly. "I'm going to cum...Oh, fuck! I am going to cum so fucking hard! "
To get the job done, I rubbed my face and mouth all over her sensitive pussy. The energy I felt from Ellie spurred me to suck every part of it down that I could. I hummed as I worked and nibbled her, before pulling slightly back and letting her see me tongue her all over. I gave a grand show of teasing her clit and wiggling the tip of the tongue inside her.
Ellie responded to my movements and soon her orgasm arrived with a guttural roar. I loudly swallowed and licked her up; I was almost as loud as Ellie’s gasps as she caught her breath. When we both calmed down, I lifted my face and waited for Ellie to see her juices still on my lips. Once she did, she panted her desires to me. "Come here, I want to taste what you have done to me!"
I promptly crawled right over to Ellie, who was extremely eager to lick and clean my lips. I pulled my head away and questioned her.
"How does that taste, Mrs. Christmas!"
Ellie laughed and responded. “I hope Santa can come more than once a year for me?”
My response was fuelled by the naked form of Ellie. “Well, it is on your Christmas wish-list. So I should really deliver you my gift!”
*
Valerie was amused by my story and was eager to know more.
“So what did you do next baby?”
It was obvious that Valerie was intrigued but I felt that I had given her enough of a tale to satisfy her readers lust for my antics.
“Perhaps my dear, you could come up with a suitable ending for Ellie’s fantasy?” I gave Valerie my sweetest smile and was rewarded with a stare that promised me, that I would pay for my lack of full disclosure!
“You can be a pain in the ass at times, Vincent!” Valerie was not mad; it was all part of the game we played with each other.
I poured myself a drink and offered my response. “I know my dear, perhaps we could write an ending to the story together?”
Valerie smiled and made her way to our bedroom. “Vincent, that sounds like a very good idea!”
*
The Secret Ingredient
Valerie lay naked on the bed, only a purple cover hid her figure from my eyes. I did not need to see her form as it had been imprinted on me through an intense sexual workout on this lazy Sunday morning. I brought her a cup of coffee and noticed that the dreaded Dictaphone had made another appearance.
“I take it you are fishing for yet another tale of sordid sex in exotic locations?” my question was obvious, Valerie had started to offer me wild nights of passion in exchange for my tales of decadence.
“Ah come on now Vincent, we are in a relationship! Don’t you think that it is good to share our past?” Valerie smirked and knew that it was a question that would ensure a story.
“Okay Valerie, what do you want to talk about?” it was a question that I could well regret but I asked it anyway.
Valerie reached for her coffee and sipped it due to its excessive heat. “Remember when we first started our interviews. You said that you also helped couples through difficult times, yet I have not really heard a tale that has ever shown you doing that!”
I did not recall every tale I had shared with Valerie but I realised I did not share many of the stories which were designed to help couples going through difficulties in the bedroom. “Okay then, this one is a tale of a man called Luke and his loving wife Daphne!”
Valerie clicked the Dictaphone and purred with satisfaction. “Very well Vincent, I am all ears!”
*
Since Luke had started his medication for his heart condition, his sex life had dwindled from their peak. Luke was an extremely wealthy businessman whose reach was felt across the globe, his hectic lifestyle of the last twenty five years had caught up with him and his semi-retirement had saved his life. His wife Daphne was a dozen years his junior and she loved him dearly. There were no children and as Daphne reached her sexual peak, Luke secretly feared that his inability to perform on a regular basis would lead her to stray from him.
Daphne was quietly frustrated with Luke; he had brought this upon himself despite numerous ultimatums from his doctors. The cigars, cigarettes, champagne and fine brandy had ruined him internally. Sex now became regimented to once a month when Luke took a varied concoction of pills that would allow him with the help of chemicals; to reach his full potential. Unfortunately for the married couple it left him feeling ill for a couple of days and robbed them both of spontaneous acts of lovemaking. In desperation they both turned to Vincent to see if they could whether the storm by Luke offering Daphne the thing that he couldn't give on a regular basis.
*
When I arrived at their stylish holiday home, I was struck by how perfect their life must be. They were beyond my ideas of rich and they had referred to this multimillion dollar villa as the shack. I thought to myself that their main home must be something quite spectacular! Luke offered me his hand in greeting with a mild trepidation, it must have been uncomfortable to a man who once boasted that he was like a young Stallion in every part of his life to surrender his lover to a stranger. Luke had searched his own soul for the answers and had come up with this as his solution. He had looked through the risks and had weighed his judgment with the same intelligence that had netted him millions over the years.
Daphne greeted me with a curiosity which made me believe that she was not convinced her loving husband would sanction our time together. She had made sure that her appearance was that of a woman who would revel in sex, although she made sure that her appearance was not trashy or offensive to her husband’s sensibilities. Daphne was a woman who could pass for her late twenties quite easily and the truth that she was approaching forty did nothing to diminish her allure. She kept herself in shape but was happy to have some meat to her, she knew exactly the size Luke preferred his women and did all she could to maintain her dimensions. Daphne was not a trophy wife and was genuine in the way she carried herself. My first impression of the couple was not of people who were ultra-rich, they seemed very normal and very next door neighbour kind of folk.
Daphne invited me in and offered me a drink. “What would you like to drink?”
“An Orange juice would be fine!” was my reply; I didn’t drink much when on duty unless I was in a social environment.
Luke smiled and looked relieved. “Cool, I see our new friend shares my new found love of soft drinks!”
Daphne explained to me her husband’s response. “Luke has had to give up alcohol and he now drinks freshly squeezed Florida Oranges!”
Luke laughed and seemed at ease with me, I was not the gigolo he expected to turn up. “I go through about a hundred Oranges a week, but I like the taste and I feel the benefit of them!”
“You are preaching to the choir, back home I drink smoothies made from fruit I get from the organic market!” our conversation was designed to break the ice and I felt as if it was going well.
Daphne made her apologies and went to fix herself a harder drink than which her husband and I were currently enjoying. “I will leave you boys alone so that you can get better acquainted!”
When Daphne left the room, Luke went straight to the point. “Understand this Vincent, I love my wife and do not want to lose her.”
“I understand your position Luke; I have come across similar situations to the one you both find yourself in. It takes a real man to do what you are doing for your wife and marriage. And I will be both delicate and respectful to your situation.”
Luke was obviously uneasy and hated the situation; if roles were reversed then I would feel a similar level of dread.
Luke grunted and acknowledgement towards me, before he instructed me on what he e
xpected from me.
“Vincent, show respect to both Daphne and myself; then we shall have no problems!” Luke drank his juice and ushered me into their home. “Daphne has gone straight to our bedroom and is ready for you. I will follow you in and watch that nothing goes too far!”
I was led to their master bedroom by Luke and told myself that I would have to handle this assignment with a high degree of diplomacy.
*
Daphne latched onto me as soon as I entered her bedroom, her behaviour was obviously fuelled by the Dutch courage she had downed prior to my entrance. My shirt was unbuttoned at a frantic pace by Daphne as she threw herself into the encounter with a passion that was more attack than seduction. I looked back at Luke and exchanged a knowing glance. I stroked her hair and calmed down the situation with a steady stream of compliments. Daphne was happy to hear me calming words and shifted her attention to nuzzling my neck. The wife of Luke then slowly worked her way down my chest with little nibbling kisses. She paused for a few moments at my nipples as her hand reached out for my cock. Luke had an excellent view and he resisted breaking up our foreplay. He watched quizzically and analyzed all what he saw happening before him.
*
Daphne moved hungrily to see what I had on offer, at no point did she look on at her husband. It was understandable, perhaps she did not want to register the fact that she was with somebody other than her husband. When she removed my aroused cock from my clothing she gave an audible sigh of appreciation, it was then that she looked at her husband and gave a goofy look that managed to make Luke at ease.
“Do you like what you see my dear?” Luke laughed at his wife’s reaction and was curious as to why his wife looked flustered about. He changed his position and caught a glimpse of what his wife had encountered. His response was one of disbelief. “Jesus Christ, do you have enough blood to run that snake?”
My reply was one which set Luke at ease further. “It is the reason why I drink so much fruit juice!”
We shared a laugh and Daphne took her husband’s good humour as a clear signal to continue.
*
Luke watched his wife feast upon the fine specimen of my manhood, deep down Luke was torn between enjoying the spectacle and the discomfort he felt at his wife devoting her attention to another man's cock. Luke could see his wives enthusiasm for my cock and he felt the familiar feeling of being a lesser man. Since his health scares he had become a lion without teeth and the loss of his wives full attention pained him. It was only when Daphne asked Luke to move closer, that he felt truly involved in the intimacy.
"Darling, my pussy is so wet. Could you use those fingers to give me greater pleasure?"
Luke did as she asked and looked to me for reassurance, I knew what was causing Luke’s physical problems but I was not a trained physician so I kept my opinion to myself. I merely nodded agreement and refocused on the feelings of Daphne's educated tongue.
Although Luke was still not entirely comfortable with the scenario, he was gradually warming to it. As both Daphne and I became more involved in our exploration of each other, Luke became a noticeable and vocal supporter of our lovemaking. Daphne disrobed quickly in front of us both and she had nothing but eagerness in her eyes. Luke was constantly assessing the situation and when he saw his with naked, a flip in his switch allowed him to operate on instinct. Daphne kept her focus on her love as she straddled me. It was her attention to her husband that allowed him to maintain his pride in the face of such an awkward situation. Had Daphne neglected her husband completely, I am sure that our adventure would have been cut short very abruptly.
*
Daphne was now impaled upon my shaft and hungrily tried to take all I had to offer, her cries were a mixture of endeavour and pleasure. Luke looked on as his wife slid up and down my engorged pole. Luke felt the resentment and injury to his pride recede, he knew that even in his prime he was not able to offer his wife or previous lovers an experience anything like this. Luke was impressed by my skill and realised that I was a freak of nature when it came to sex. I was that fine brandy or the use of an expensive speed boat. I was finite and he knew that I could never offer his wife this same experience on a regular basis.
Once Luke realised this, his mood lightened and he grew aroused by watching his wife enjoy the moment. As I pounded Daphne and her tight pussy, I noticed Luke latch on to her nipple with a hungry mouth. The sounds and smells that filled the room were unmistakable. Sex ruled here and all participants were now beginning to enjoy the laid back atmosphere of the villa. Luke found his wife reach for his groin and both were surprised to find a lump of steel in Luke’s jeans.
Daphne undid his zip and unleashed the sleeping beast that had lain dormant for far too long. Daphne was transfixed by Luke’s erection, it was his first natural one in years and Daphne loved the sight of the blood flowing to his hard cock. Such was her lust for Luke’s manhood that she slid off me and took Luke eagerly in her mouth with a passion that she had reserved for the man she truly loved. This proved to me that love was always stronger than pure physical and animalistic desire.
Luke was enjoying the sensations which he once took for granted and both were transported back to a time when they were young and at the peak of their honeymoon period. I retreated from the action and allowed Daphne to follow her own instincts. I moved off the bed and allowed Luke to mount his wife with the majesty of a Greek God. Luke grabbed his wives naked flesh and thrust his solid cock into the slippery depths of her warm pussy. I moved to exit the bedroom and left the lovebirds to their own lust. Luke winked as we caught each other’s eye and I indicated that I would be by the pool if they needed me. I knew my work here was done and felt that I had done much to reignite the passion of my clients.
*
Valerie wore a look of surprise. “So you didn’t actually screw the brains out of this woman?”
“Well no, not really. I kind of acted as a conduit to rebuild their physical relationship?” It was something in my career as a professional escort that I had genuine pride about. That assignment was about more than multiple orgasms, inflating my own ego or “scratching an itch!” of the client.
“Do you know if they are still together?” Valerie was curious and also wanted to know if I kept a track on all my clients. Maybe it was a sign of her insecurity or perhaps it was her journalistic nature.
“I believe they are still together, it is not really my way to keep track of my clients. I do know that they have not employed me or any other escort from the agency. So I assume that they have managed to get past their blockage in their relationship!” Valerie did not need to know that I did keep in contact with them both and we actually became very good friends. Unfortunately both Luke and Daphne died in a Helicopter crash a few years later. I omitted this detail as I didn’t want to spoil the story for Valerie; it was a tragic end to a couple who loved each other dearly.
*
The Leading Man
Ingrid was one of the strangest customers to come across my books; she had a flair for both the dramatic and the adventurous. She was very submissive in the bedroom yet very forthright in regular life. She had emailed me personally at a time where I was thinking of leaving the agency and going freelance. Maureen had allowed me to take on the full booking procedure for the clients. I think she did it to make me aware of how time-consuming her job was, and possibly to highlight my need for a diplomatic tongue in certain negotiations. My experiences with booking Ingrid made me realise that I was more suited to working alongside the Agency than going solo.
Ingrid wished for me to break into her mansion and take advantage of her, it was pure theatricality and I had covered myself by getting her to sign a waiver before I had even agreed to it myself. What Ingrid wanted was for me to break in and afford her whilst she bathed in her giant bath. Ingrid had just turned forty and her husband worked away. Although still married to her husband, they were not man and wife; he had shacked up with a young Malaysian lawyer somewhere between China
and Singapore. They were legally married but had not spent a day together in close to three years. I had never worked with Ingrid before and what she wanted skirted the limits of legality. Fortunately I was able to accommodate all of her desires but was sure to get her to sign a disclaimer so that my antics would not be classed as criminal by the authorities.
*
Ingrid had given me a week as a timescale to enact her fantasy; she would go through the same routinue each day and hope that I would eventually allow her sin to come to fruition. For the first two days, I watched, waited and planned my actions. I had a waiver signed by Ingrid just in case my scheme failed and I fell into the hands of the local constabulary. I had seen that one of the upstairs windows was easily accessible to me and it would prove to be an excellent entry point into her building. I decided to act on impulse and enjoy the rashness of my actions. I knew that Ingrid would be in the shower and I would take full advantage of this to catch her at her most vulnerable.