WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 126: Blowjob(13)

"You're a horny girl. Not fucked since your asshole ex left?"

"Long... before... then," she breathed out between groans.

I got it. Poor thing. If I'd pressed a bit more I might have been able to fuck her for free, no problem. But I had another tactic in mind, even more fun. "So you want me to make you come?"

"Oh yeah, yeah." She reached back and pressed a hand to my hip, urging me to go faster. I kept my pace.

"Two hundred."

"Huh?"

"For an orgasm." I started scissor-fucking her now, biting a marble thigh that had draped itself over my shoulder but keeping a firm hold on her shoulder to maintain a precise rhythm and overpowering depth.

"You bastard! Uhhh!" She tried to resist but I was the Borg of fuckers. It was futile. "Okay, okay, but it better be--"

I was already on it, pounding her higher and higher, not too fast, keeping her barely under control. Spikes of convulsions erupted as her composure deteriorated. The spikes increased in frequency until the erotic energy became a rippling continuous short circuiting of her pleasure center and her orgasm electrocuted her nervous system. It was truly a beautiful experience to be inside such a beautiful woman coming so beautifully.

But I wasn't done with my game plan. As soon as my cock had completed its assignment I slid down between those perfect thighs and began to eat her without mercy. I used the G-spot trick to drive her insane.

 "Please, no more, no more," she begged but her body and I overruled her. Her legs squeezed my head while hips did their best to shove her delicious twat onto my tongue. A second orgasm ripped through her, then another and another.

I let her eventually push my head away and curl up into a quivering fetal ball. A minute for us both to catch our breath. She turned around and put her head in my lap. I wondered if there was a way to get that Black lawyer to put her head on the other side of my lap. The sight alone...

"I could sort of get into this call girl thing. If I had clients like you."

"Don't quit your day job."

She looked up from my lap, my still stiff rod wetting those porcelain cheeks with her juice. "You didn't like it?"

"I loved it. You have a natural talent. But you'll go broke. Even more than you are now. You owe me $4000."

"Wait a minute--"

"Five orgasms at $200 each. It adds up."

"Four. I only came four times."

"Really? Okay, I'll give you a volume discount. Four. But you're still way underwater."

"No, the blow job--" She turned her head to look at my shaft, which put those strawberry doors to paradise in direct contact with the base, basically kissing my balls. "Oh, right." And with that she rose to her hands and knees and began to suck me off. Strawberry paradise indeed.

But she stopped. "Wait. I let you fuck me."

 "Let? But in any case I didn't come." The devil is in the details. Didn't they teach negotiating tactics in her B-school? Didn't she herself call me a supervillain?

"But you did fuck me. Per agreement. And now I'm licking my own juice off your cock, which I should charge extra for. And never ever did for anyone, especially that asshole."

"Speaking of which, you made a mess of his back seat." I pointed to a wet spot.

That got my cock a thank you kiss. "Serves him fucking right." She pressed her rainforest of delight onto the seat fabric and worked herself around as if mopping.

I directed our meet-up back to business. "How much do you charge for a non-orgasmic fuck? My orgasm, not yours."

"Those were really great orgasms, I'll concede that. Worth every penny." She resumed her service while she thought. Pink tongue, strawberry lips, snow maiden cheeks. "Four hundred," she offered the next time she came up for air.

I had to laugh. "Deal." She managed a knowing grin even with a mouthful of my meat. And I had to admire her head for more than what she was giving me orally. 3000 [\+ 800 - 500 - 400](tel:+ 800 - 500 - 400) meant she would be in the black for this session quite soon, given how my testicles were pulling up in anticipation-- and prove she could be a successful call girl. But at $100 gross margin per session she would have me as a customer for a long time.

She spent more time than I would have thought possible given my state of excitement, but less time than I desired, taking me up and up and up until at last I let go and delivered my part of the agreement onto her

 tongue, over-fulfilling my quota, my jam rescuing her from her jam. Win- win, that's how I like my deals.

She lay her head back on my thigh, looking up at me. Pink tongue licking a bit of white off strawberry lips. I had to negotiate photos for the next session. Speaking of which...

"Are you free this weekend?"

She sat up and cuddled against me, her head on my shoulder. "No, mister, I'm very busy." In a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice. When she felt my body sag in disappointment she kissed my neck. More businesslike: "A certain evil stud requires me to pay off a... very... large... debt." She ran a finger up my shrinking length to give added meaning to 'large'. "And I'm definitely not free. Quite expensive, in fact. Can you pick me up?"