Lady Gambler Ch. 01
Keywords: Gambler, Ch., 01, Lady,
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They hardened immediately. I bit my lip to keep from grinning.
My strength grew with each tremble, each moan and each suck of his mouth. He loved my pussy, he gave me a gift and I provided him with a treasure. My pussy. His tongue. My juice. His hunger. I flowed and he ate. He ate and I came. I melted and he hardened. He laid between my thighs and I felt superior looking down on him. And as he looked up into my eyes, as he moved his tongue within me, I became his slave. I never knew true control could only exist in surrender.
Shaking I slid down. My stance crumbled and I slid down onto the floor. Now we both were on our knees. I watched his head find my breast and sucked on my nipple through the fabric as his hands continued stroking my hips.
Kissing his way from my breast to my neck, to my cheek to my lips, he asked, "Let me fuck you."
Closing my eyes, I no longer looked at the flames. I surrendered again. Throwing my head back and arching my body for his will I offered myself to him in silent submission. I spread my thighs and waited as he looked down on me. My hair flowed down my back in a river of silk. My throat was exposed and vulnerable. My breasts harden and full, overflowed from the fabric. My belly was firm with anticipation. My thighs were taut with tension as they held me up. My arms were as strong as columns as they kept me steady. My dress wrapped around my waist revealed gleaming thighs. My thighs were wet and slick from our wetness. My brush was not thick but like a light blanket protecting that which is most lusted after. I waited as he knelt there, breathing hard and heavy. His suit still perfect.
His hands moved, lifting me by my hips, spreading my thighs as I braced myself up, opening for his service. I didn"t want o see what he looked like. I just waited to feel him in me, pleasuring me, doing what he begged me permission to do. Thighs and calves wrapped around solid hips. Hips rose and pushed against hard flesh that sunk into the deepest crevices of my body. I heard and felt his moment of shock and surprise at the contact.
I felt the urgency in his movement, in his lust. In and out. Out and in. Deep and hard. Gentle and slow. He fucked my body. He fucked my body and I laid there and let him. I let him thrust and push. I let him suck me and bite me. I let him push and pull me and lose himself in me. I let him fuck me, hard and strong as he neared his end. I let him express his gratefulness and pleasure with each groan and thrust. I let him and I let him and then I came on his dick. I came on his hard pole that fucked me, that was in my pussy and that was fucking me, fucking me, and fucking me. Slap. Slap. Slap. Moisture became my enemy as it increased the force of his hips slamming against me over and over. He fucked me. As I became wetter and wetter the juice pooled from my body onto the floor. Wet and wetter, hot sweat poured and rolled over my flesh.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I panted as I felt the wave roll through me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed as it began to hurt so good, again and again and some more and some more. And I felt him lose it. Lose it, lose it, and give it to me in a moment of strength that left him incredibly weak. Sinking down I relaxed my body and laid on the floor like a limp blanket that no longer served a purpose. I turned my head and watched the fire, and I listen to him recover.
He touched me. He touched my thighs. His hands slid across my skin. He parted my thighs once more and again I felt something at my entrance. It was something much smaller and not nearly as hard as his dick. It was something I never felt before. I turned to him to see what it was but as I veered around he moved up me and we shared that first kiss. Softly he licked my lips and he lifted my thighs over his hip and inserted this foreign thing deeper inside of me. It slid in easily with no resistance as he kissed me. I watched him, as he kissed me, no longer through unseeing eyes. Once it was fully inside he ended his kiss and looked down at me. He smiled. His hand slipped into his jacket breast pocket and he pulled out a business card and slipped it into my dress, near my breast.
"I told you you had potential. If you want more, call me." He rose up and off me. I followed suit, but he stopped me.
"Stay, rest and you can join the party later. If you need something, a drink or something to eat then pickup the phone and Loita, the maid will answer and give you whatever you want."
"But what if the owner comes back?"
He laughed. "My dear, I am the owner. I was teasing you earlier. I am Harrison."
And he left me. The moment the door closed I adjusted my clothing and fixed whatever makeup was left on my face, using the mirror. Almost in a near panic I located Sarah, begging for us to leave. She reluctantly left her new friend, but not without giving him her number. Collecting our things we left without incident. And with each passing moment I was aware that there was something still deep inside of me, placed there by Harrison. It felt like a control device left within me, a brand of sorts, like a collar masters give to their sexual slaves, marking territory. I wasn"t sure if I liked it.
Once at home, I ignored Sarah"s constant bickering about how unfair it was that we left so soon. Escaping her harshness I ran to my room and landed on my bed. Hesitant, I spread my legs and reached inside of myself. Gripping the edge of the object, I slowly pulled it out of me. It wasn"t a collar. It was something much better. It was a roll of 100-dollar bills, 10 bills to be exact. A 45-minute encounter gained me a thousand dollars. Needless to say from that point on, my whole life changed. I still got my degree, but in the end, I stayed in the profession I"m in. I found much it more rewarding, financially and sexually. Besides, I liked being my own boss.
That was six years ago. It was Harrison who introduced me to John."
Malik sat there with a hard-on bigger than the Atlantic.
"And you don"t think that story was dramatic?"
I smiled and softly chuckled.
"You know working for you can be hard sometimes."
Another chuckle. Crushing the end of my cigarette, I reached for my wine and drank.
"Boss lady, you think if I gave up a week"s pay I can afford you."
Smiling I replied, "Sorry sweetie, it"s going to take more than a week. But who knows. I may surprise you. I still haven"t figured what to get you for your birthday."
He groaned and I just laughed as I sipped on my wine.
*Sebastian…*
Finally, the week ended with Sebastian. He completes me. He calms me. He"s the one I"m almost in love with. He"s the one that makes love to me. He started out as a client, but then I simply stop charging him because I enjoy his company. He knows what I do and because of it we could never be more. I could quit but we both know it will not work. I"m not ready to quit. I love my job. I know he dates and that is fine. We simply enjoy what we have.
I met him when he was 17 years old. I was 20 and had been a prostitute for about a year. I met him at a book signing for the latest Ann Rice tale. We were waiting in line for our turn. It was a very long line. A conversation started regarding her literature. He was young, he was sweet, he was funny and he was shy. I liked him. We became friends. He didn"t find out about what I did until months later, by that time we became such good friends he didn"t care. I began giving him advice on women, dating and relationships. I taught him all I knew about gaining a woman"s attention and then finally he asked me if I would make his education complete. By that time he was 18 so I didn"t feel too bad. After about a year there wasn"t a woman on this earth that he couldn"t drive crazy. After about two years even I wasn"t an exception. He touched me in a place no man ever touched, my heart.
"Did you like the play?"
"It was sweet and touching."
We were in front of Atlanta"s Centennial Olympic Park water fountain display. It was warm out and not that many people were about except other couples enjoying the night and the company. We talked. We flirted. We laughed. We were happy. That night we went to my place.
The lights were low. He sat on the couch where he waited and watched. I kicked off the leather high heels. I lifted my leg onto the coffee table. Then lifting my skirt I undid the fasteners of my garter belt. The silk stockings slid down my thigh, my calf, my ankle and my feet. Switching legs I repeated the process. There were no panties. They weren"t needed. I took off my top. It was black. Beneath was my bra. It too was black. It was an open cup bra from Frederick"s, which meant the upper part of my breasts and my nipples were exposed with the bottom gently holding my soft globes up.
He likes my breasts. He likes my nipples. He likes to watch them move as I move. I was moving now. Walking toward him, I climbed the loveseat that he sat on. This was a time when all those yoga and body sculpting classes came in handy because as I lifted my legs to each side of his head, my knees rested on the back of the couch while my feet buried themselves in the cushion seat. Maintaining this position after a few minutes can be difficult. My opened thighs were displayed directly in front of his mouth. I lifted the skirt as he brought that mouth closer. His cheeks brushed my inner skin and he kissed me. He didn"t touch me with any other part of him but his lips. His arms remained bent back as they grip the back of the sofa chair. He kissed me repeatedly with soft moist closed mouthed kisses. The soft suction was so sweet. Then I felt his tongue and that soft gentle licking. His slow licking of my pussy lips was sensual. The light pressure made me want more. I wanted him to kiss me deeply; to love my pussy; to kiss my pussy; to suck my pussy.
But he was gentle. He was gentle for a long time and I just wanted more. I wanted it so much. But I wouldn"t ask because I loved the wanting.
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Keywords: Gambler, Ch., 01, Lady,