The distinctive sound of rubber striking concrete and the instantaneous pressure of my stomach against the seat belt, when the pilot engaged the reverse thrust to bring the airliner to a safe stop, signaled my arrival home from an incredible weekend in Cancun, Mexico.

Mitch was, without a doubt, the most generous client I’ve had during my relatively short career with Elegant Escorts, and I was sure that a second appointment was in the future for me.

Tiff and Jasmine decided to stay another day in Mexico to give Jasmine extra time to recover fully. Traveling alone, I had time during the flight to contemplate my report to Daddy on the weekend activities. I'd have to choose my words very carefully when it came to explaining what had happened to Jasmine and considered placing some of the blame on Avery for her overdose.

Only time would tell if Daddy would keep her on or terminate her employment for drug use; which is strictly against company policy.

“Can I offer you a warm towel to freshen up?” the first-class stewardess asked as the pilot turned off the runway onto the taxiway.

I smiled politely then declined her offer since my plan was to have a relaxing soak in my Jacuzzi tub when I arrived home.

Customs wasn’t very busy so I guess the agent decided to have a thorough look through my luggage and raised an eyebrow several times as he ran his fingers over some of the lingerie he found there. His smile was followed by a rather lewd comment, “Looks like you had an enjoyable time in Mexico?”

“As a matter of fact, I had an incredible weekend,” I replied, giving him the sexiest smile I could and batting my long lashes at him as I did.

Fortunately the taxi driver was a lot less interested in me and made excellent time driving from the airport to my home. I rewarded his silence with a generous tip after he placed my luggage just inside the front door.

“Enjoy the rest of your day,” he commented as I slowly closed the door.

Since most of what was in my luggage was headed for the laundry or dry cleaner, I left my bags where the driver placed them and, with my laptop case and purse, headed for my bedroom.

“Time for a soak,” I thought out loud as I started undressing.

I looked at my reflection in the full-length closet mirror. Light tan lines accented my soft skin where my swimsuits had protected me. I studied my body for a moment; my large tits looked natural, the result of paying a premium for the very best implant surgeon. Even at my age, my tummy remains flat and smooth, having avoided the damage that carrying a baby causes to most women my age, and my legs looked long, slender, and shapely even without the assistance of high heels. I smiled, knowing that my body was more than desirable and would remain that way until I’d salted away the nest egg I needed to live the rest of my life comfortably.

I went into the bathroom and started running water into the tub, adding some of my favorite bubble bath and turning on some soft jazz. I realized that I’d forgotten to pour myself a glass of wine to sip on while I relaxed in the Jacuzzi. I turned the water off and slipped into a short white satin robe, then headed to the kitchen for my wine. I poured a full glass of my favorite red wine, and as I pushed the cork back into the top of the bottle, I noticed my next-door neighbor Chuck walking across the yard. He saw me standing inside, so I couldn’t ignore his knock on the back door.

“Hi, Chuck,” I said as I opened the door.

His eyes roamed up and down my satin-covered body, and I knew he was thinking about fucking me again as he asked, “Were you out of town this weekend?”

I didn’t see that where I’d been was any of his business but politely answered, “Yes I was.”

“I thought so,” Chuck replied as he invited himself inside.

His eyes continued scanning my scantily covered form as he spoke, “Looks like you got a little sun.”

Through the opening of my satin robe, my cleavage and the light tan lines were clearly visible.

“I did spend a little time on the beach,” I answered, not bothering to explain that the beach was in Cancun.

“Well, you sure are looking very sexy,” Chuck blurted out as his eyes focused on the deep cleavage between my soft tits.

At this point, I could have kicked myself in the ass for not remembering my wine earlier since my short excursion downstairs made it impossible to ignore a knock on my door.

“Chuck, you didn’t walk over here to just ask me about my weekend, did you?” I asked.

He grinned, then said, “Not exactly; my wife is off at her bridge club meeting this afternoon.”

I smiled as I interrupted him, “And you thought what?”

“Well, I saw you come home in a cab and just thought I’d stop over to say welcome home,” Chuck tried to explain.

I grinned at my older neighbor, knowing his welcome home line was bullshit. What he really wanted was a quickie while his wife was playing cards. “Don’t play word games with me, Chuck,” I scolded him.

He fidgeted in place for a moment, searching for the right words. His crimson blush confirming that I’d seen right through his earlier statement.

“Well I was thinking how much I enjoyed the last time we were together and,” Chuck paused.

I smiled at him before I spoke, “Chuck, if you want a blowjob, all you have to do is ask. I’m always ready for a nice thick load of cum.”

“Just like that!” Chuck exclaimed.

I slipped the satin robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as I moved toward my paunchy neighbor. “Just like that,” I replied as I knelt before him.

His eyes widened as I reached up and undid his belt and quickly pulled the zipper of his slacks down. My fingers pushed the button at the waistband through its opening and I slowly slid his slacks down his legs. His white cotton briefs were stained with urine and the aroma coming from his crotch was somewhat pungent.

He hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of his briefs and pushed them down to mid-thigh. I slid one hand up and grasped his swelling cock.

“It’s gonna have to be a quickie,” I mentioned as I leaned forward and extended my tongue to taste his cock.

Chuck shook his head and stared down at me as I licked along the shaft. He tasted salty, I assumed from the residue of urine.

“Take it in your mouth,” Chuck urged.

As I sucked his cock, he became harder, my lips gliding over the smooth corona at the base of his cock head. His salty taste mixed with my saliva, and while I first thought it would be repugnant, I actually started enjoying the taste. I sucked him quickly, wanting to have him empty his balls in my mouth so I could dispatch my paunchy old neighbor and get back to relaxing in my tub.

“That’s it, Angel suck it,” Chuck urged.

I began taking him deeper, but I didn’t allow his cock head to pierce my throat, a pleasure I reserve for paying clients.

Chuck started thrusting his hips toward me, trying to drive his cock deeper.

I let him slip from my mouth and licked along the shaft and over his sagging ball sack.

I looked up at him. “Cum in my mouth,” I urged.

He reached down and grasped his throbbing cock.

“Let me jerk off in your mouth,” Chuck pleaded.

I smiled then said, “Go for it baby.” My mouth opened and my tongue extended to accept his creamy offering.

I watched as he jerked his cock feverishly, its shaft swelling noticeably as he stroked it.

“Shoot your hot sauce in my mouth,” I urged.

His hand moved faster and faster as he approached climax.

I urged him again, “Gimme that thick, creamy load.”

Chuck’s eyes tightened into slits as his cock spewed hot cum onto my tongue. His cock sauce tasted as salty as his urine-coated cock, and I let him shoot every drop into my mouth.

“Fuck me!” Chuck exclaimed as his balls drained themselves.

I kept my mouth open, showing him the puddle of cum he’d deposited, then swished it around with my tongue before closing my lips and swallowing his thick salty load.

I smiled and then showed him my empty mouth before saying, “A good neighbor always swallows.”

As I stood, I reached for his softening cock, “Next time, please wash up before you come over for a blowjob."

He turned three shades of red, knowing that his groin wasn’t very clean.

“I promise,” Chuck replied.

I grinned and answered, “Good, if you keep your promise, I’ll let you fuck my throat next time.”

Chuck smiled, confirming there would be a next time.

“I better get back; I have some chores to get done before the wife gets home, “Chuck said as he pulled his pants up.

“Yes, you don’t want to get in trouble with the little lady,” I said, smiling widely at him.

He grinned and said, “She plays bridge every Monday afternoon.”

I laughed, wondering if he expected a blowjob every week.

“See ya soon,” Chuck said as he headed for the back door.

I just smiled and waved as he left.

Having dispatched my horny old neighbor, I was ready to spend an hour or so relaxing in a warm bubble bath. As I walked upstairs, I wondered what it would be like if my neighbor was some young stud with a nice big cock instead of the paunchy old man, Chuck. Of course, I knew that Chuck would appreciate an occasional blowjob much more than any young stud.

While I was sucking him off, the bubbles all but disappeared from the surface of my bath water. I turned on the hot to warm up the water and recharge the bubbles. After a couple of minutes, I slipped my robe off and lowered myself into the tub. The warm bubble bath enveloped and instantly relaxed my body. I took another sip of wine and slid deeper into the water. While I soaked, I again considered how I would describe the events of the weekend to Daddy in my report. I decided the truth was the best path to follow. I was fairly certain my position with Elegant Escorts would be safe, but I wasn’t so sure about Jasmine’s and Tiffany’s. I hoped that Daddy would give me a couple of days to recover before sending me my next assignment.

After nearly an hour in the tub, my skin was beginning to wrinkle, so I got out of the tub and dried myself with a fluffy towel. I slipped into a comfortable pair of shorts and a loose-fitting tank top before sitting down to email my boss. The email was direct and to the point. I explained that Mitch had enjoyed his weekend immensely, then went into the issues with Jasmine and her drug use. I did explain that Tiffany was a huge help in getting Jasmine through her ordeal in hopes that I could at least salvage her position with the company. I briefly mentioned how James had forced himself on me and asked Daddy not to accept any appointments from him in the future. I also asked Daddy to hold my pay envelope until next Monday since I was unable to meet him today to pick it up. After clicking send I took a few minutes to update my appointment calendar and filled in the amount of my tip from Mitch. I decided not to make myself available until later in the week so Friday was the first day I marked with an A. Finishing up, I shut down my laptop and closed it.

I spent the remainder of the day just piddling around the house, doing laundry, and cleaning up the place. I also called and made an appointment to have my nails done on Wednesday and put a call into my attorney Laura to check on her progress with my divorce. I left a message on her voicemail to give me a call back sometime tomorrow.

It felt good snuggling under my comforter, and in no time, I drifted off into a restful sleep.

I slept in Tuesday morning, and wasted the rest of the day lounging in the yard and watching some television.

“Margaret! I haven’t seen you in months,” Kim Son my manicurist said as I entered her shop Wednesday afternoon. Kim has been doing my nails for about four years and always has some great ideas on what will look absolutely perfect and sexy.

“Hiya Kim,” I replied as I walked toward her.

It seemed strange for someone to call me by my real name. I have gotten used to hearing Angel but I hadn’t been in to see Kim since I started my new job with Elegant Escorts.

“You’ve changed your hair color,” Kim remarked, then added, “I like you as a blonde.”

“That’s not all that’s changed, Kim; Barry and I have split up,” I said.

Kim knew Barry since I’d invited her to a few parties at our house, so it seemed appropriate to fill her in on that recent change in my life.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Margaret,” Kim replied as I sat down at her workstation.

I lifted my hands and placed them on the table as I said, “I caught the bastard cheating on me with his slut secretary.”

“That doesn’t surprise me; the last time I was at one of your parties, he came on to me big time,” Kim admitted.

Kim is a beautiful Korean woman with jet-black hair, perky B-cup tits, and shapely legs. Her eyes are incredible, and I’m sure Barry fantasized about having her stare up at him while she sucked his cock.

“Anyway, I kicked his cheating ass out several weeks ago. Gonna take him for every frickin dime I can, too,” I remarked.

“Good for you, Margaret,” Kim said as she reached for my fingers.

After surveying my hands, Kim looked up at me and shook her finger at me, “It’s been too long since your last visit; your nails are in horrible condition.”

“I’ve been busy,” I replied, trying to explain why I hadn’t been in to see her.

“Nothing I can’t repair,” Kim said as she dipped one hand into a bowl of solution.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” Kim asked while she waited for the softener to take effect.

I’m not sure why, but it seems women always tell their manicurists and hair stylists all the juicy details of their lives. I suppose it’s kind of like what’s heard in a salon stays in the salon. “After I kicked Barry out,” I paused. “Actually, before I kicked his sorry ass out, I started looking around for something to satisfy my sexual needs,” I explained.

Kim smiled and then said, “By something, I assume you mean a thick cock?”

I giggled and replied, “Yes, and the bigger, the better.”

“Ooooh that sounds divine; nothing feels better than having a big, thick cock filling you up as you bounce up and down on it,” Kim said somewhat bluntly as she began working on the cuticles of one hand.

I leaned closer to her and asked, “Have you ever tried a BBC?”

Kim looked up from her work, a somewhat confused expression on her face, “A BBC?”

I grinned and answered, “A big black cock.”

Kim just smiled, which I figured meant that she’d had a black cock before.

“I let a monster of a black man pick me up a couple of months ago at a sports bar. Before that night, I had no idea cocks came in that size,” I began.

“Tell me more,” Kim answered as she continued working on my cuticles.

Kim listened to my story intently. “This guy was so big he had to have the driver’s seat remounted further back from the steering wheel. When I first touched his cock I couldn’t get my hand completely around it,” I continued.

“Oh my goodness, Margaret, you must have had an awesome time,” Kim said.

I grinned before continuing my story, “As I stroked his cock it just kept growing and growing.”

“So, how big was it when fully erect?” Kim asked.

“He told me it was thirteen inches, and I have no reason to believe he was exaggerating about that, and the head stretched my lips to their limit,” I admitted.

“You sucked his cock?” Kim asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” I answered.

“How’d it taste?” Kim asked.

“Different than a white man’s cock, but not displeasing,” I answered.

“I know what you mean. A black dick has an earthy taste to it,” Kim remarked, admitting she’d sucked one before.

I grinned, knowing she and I had that in common.

“Anyway, once he was fully erect, and I’d coated his shaft with saliva, I just had to feel what it was like having his massive cock buried inside me,” I said.

“You fucked him in his car?” Kim asked.

“Yep, right there in the parking lot of the bar,” I admitted.

Kim smiled widely. “That’s so kinky,” she said.

Kim started working on my nails as she waited for me to continue.

“It gets even kinkier,” I said.

She smiled and said, “Tell me, please!”

“Since I fucked him that first night in his car, I’ve seen him several times. I had to know what it felt like having thirteen inches of black cock stuffed in my ass, and I needed to know if I could handle his monster shoved down my throat,” I explained.

“Now that sounds like fun,” Kim answered.

I giggled before continuing, “Trust me; it’s more fun than one girl should be allowed to have. His cock stretched my ass completely, and after working for several minutes, I could stroke the head of his cock through my skin here,” I lifted my free hand and rubbed along my neck to show her.

“Really!” Kim exclaimed.

“I had my head dangling over the edge of the bed and felt his nut sack pressing against my nose and eyes,” I remarked, letting her know I’d throated every inch of his massive cock.

“Did he cum in your mouth?” Kim asked.

“Absolutely, and his balls produce more hot cum than any cock I’ve ever sucked,” I answered.

She grinned at me, “Did his cum taste extra salty?”

I paused for a moment, recalling Franklin’s taste. “Thick, creamy and very salty,” I answered.

“I know what you mean; it’s very salty, but I loved it,” Kim said, admitting she’s savored a black man’s cum.

“So you’ve sucked black cock?” I asked the obvious question.

Kim laughed, then explained, “In high school, I was a cheerleader and gave the star running back of our football team a blowjob after he’d scored four touchdowns in one game. He pulled out just as he was about to cum and shot his load all over my face, but I got enough of his load in my mouth to get a good taste.”

“Have you savored a big black cock since then?” I asked.

She giggled then replied, “No, but I sure would like to again.”

Kim was ready to apply polish to my nails and suggested a French manicure. “White tips with a red base to accent your blonde hair,” she suggested.

“Sound’s good,” I answered.

As she began, I wondered if I should tell her the rest of the story. How I’d agreed to become one of Franklin’s employees at Elegant Escorts.

I decided to explore the possibilities. “Tell me something Kim. Are you making a decent living with your salon?” I asked.

Kim thought for a moment then replied. “It’s a struggle, there are so many nail salons now, some days I only have one or two clients.”

“What if I said I know a way you could make a hundred times what you’re making here?” I asked.

She stopped what she was doing and looked me directly in the eyes. “I’d be interested but it sounds like something illegal,” Kim answered.

As she continued working on my nails, I explained how Franklin had offered me a job with his company. I didn’t hold back on anything, explaining in detail how the whole Elegant Escorts business works. When I told her how much potential there was to earn a ton of cash, she seemed interested.

“But isn’t it nothing more than a high-priced prostitute service?” she finally asked.

I was totally honest with her. “That’s exactly what it is, but in ten years, I’ll have enough cash stashed away to quit the business and live comfortably for the rest of my life,” I explained.

As we waited for my nails to dry, Kim asked another question, “So you don’t spend any time standing on a street corner waiting for men to approach.”

I laughed loudly, then said, “Kim, I spent this past weekend in Cancun with a client. The closest I got to a street corner was when he and I were shopping for some expensive jewelry he wanted to buy for me.”

Kim thought for a moment, then said, “I could hire a girl to run my shop and use the business to launder the money.”

“Tell you what Kim. You think about it and in the mean time I’ll speak to Daddy about you. He’s always looking for sexy ladies with special talents.”

“Who’s Daddy?” Kim asked.

“He’s my boss and also that big black cock I told you about earlier,” I replied.

“I thought his name was Franklin?” She asked.

I grinned and answered, “In the business, no one uses their real name. I’m Angel with Elegant Escorts.”

I gave Kim a hundred-dollar bill for the manicure, knowing that might be the only payment she’d get that day.

“I’ll give you a call in a couple of days,” I said just before I left.

Kim smiled and said, “I’ll think about the possibilities.”

During the drive home, I got a call from my attorney, Laura.

I answered her call, “Hiya Laura.”

“Hey Margaret, how are you?” Laura asked.

“I’m great, spent the weekend in Cancun,” I replied.

Laura chuckled then said, “Lucky dog, were you there on business or pleasure?”

“Both, of course,” I answered.

“Of course,” she said.

“What have you heard from his lawyer?” I asked, wanting to know what progress she’d made.

Laura paused for a moment, then said, “I did hear from him, and I’m a bit worried.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

Laura explained, “He was a lot more combative this time; they are disputing about letting you keep the house.”

“What the fuck Laura? I thought that part was a done deal,” I answered.

“I did, too, but he wants an appraisal done on its worth, so I’m guessing he either wants you to pay him for his half or he’s planning on a fight over the property,” Laura said.

“Shit, this is gonna drag on forever,” I said.

She paused again, then said, “Yes, it’s going to take some time.”

“So what happens now?” I asked.

“We have to pick an appraiser, they pick an appraiser then we need to agree on a neutral appraiser,” Laura explained.

“Sounds like it’s gonna cost me money too,” I stated.

“Yes, I’m sorry to say Margaret,” she replied.

“Oh well, at least I have the cash to pay for it. Set it up and let me know when this appraisal is scheduled,” I said.

Laura paused again, “I’ll get it set up and let you know. By the way, Margaret, do you think you could send me a check to pay the expenses?”

I didn’t think it was gonna cost me money right now but I agreed asking, “How much?”

“Make it twenty-five hundred,” Laura answered.

“Twenty-five, that sounds like a lot,” I asked.

Laura replied, “Part of that will be for my services also.”

I suppose Laura figured she'd get some of my hard-earned money from Cancun. “Okay, I’ll write a check tonight and mail it over,” I answered.

“If it’s okay with you, Margaret, I’d like to stop by this evening and pick it up,” Laura suggested.

“That’ll work too,” I replied, assuming Laura was hard up for cash.

“Great, say about seven thirty?” Laura said.

“See you then,” I said

“Okay, bye, Margaret,” Laura said just before hanging up.

As I drove home I wondered why all of a sudden Barry wanted to dispute the house. It isn’t like he needs the cash unless his girlfriend wants to claim what is rightfully mine. I suppose I’d find out after the appraisal is finished and the value of the house is established.

I stopped and picked up some Chinese take-out for dinner, then pulled into the driveway. Chuck was standing at the corner of his front garden with his wife. I figured he was showing her what he got done that day. His wife is a dumpy pear-shaped woman who couldn’t look sexy if her life depended on it. I giggled, knowing that while he was talking to her, he was most likely thinking about how I looked kneeling in front of him with his cock between my lips.

After placing my food on the counter, I went up to my bedroom and changed into a dark, wine-colored, satin lounging set. I love the feel of satin against my naked flesh and never bother with underwear when I’m going to be relaxing around the house. My nipples always react to satin by hardening and showed quite nicely through the dark wine-colored fabric. I grabbed my laptop and headed downstairs to enjoy my coconut chicken and wonton soup.

As I ate, I opened my email and found a reply from Daddy. He wrote, “Angel, I knew I could count on you to take care of business in Cancun. I’ve already heard from the client, and he gave you a glowing report. Good job, girl! It’s unfortunate that your co-workers didn’t share your work ethic. I’m still contemplating exactly how I will handle them. I see from your appointment calendar that you are available this Friday. I have arranged an appointment for you with Mr. Smith. You will be having lunch with him at Casa Grande on 6th Ave. He has asked that you dress in business attire as he expects business associates to possibly join you. He has indicated that you are to pose as a human resources consultant, so you may want to do some research on that topic. I’m certain you will be able to pull this off, Angel. I’m counting on you to do just that. I’m holding your pay envelope from this past Monday and will meet with you next week with two. I look forward to your report Friday night. Daddy”

I’d have to do a little research on the internet tomorrow to at least be able to talk with some degree of expertise on the HR topic. I knew I could rely on my flashy smile and sexy eyes to help pull off the ruse.

Laura arrived at exactly seven-thirty. I opened the door and invited her in, “Good evening, Laura, please come in.”

She took a couple of steps inside before replying, “I hope I’m not intruding.”

“Not at all,” I answered. She was wearing a tight-fitting dark blue pencil skirt with a matching blazer. Beneath the jacket, she had on a lighter blue satin blouse that she had unbuttoned almost to her cleavage. Her medium-height heels did more to accentuate her legs than the dark stockings she wore. Her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail behind her head and her make-up appeared to have been recently freshened up. The pale shade of pink lipstick she wore set off her appearance perfectly.

“I didn’t have a chance to write your check yet,” I said.

She smiled and replied, “I have nowhere to go, so I’m in no hurry.”

“Would you like a drink?” I asked.

She smiled again and answered, “I’d love one.” Laura was apparently happy that I was offering something social instead of just business.

“Follow me,” I said as I headed for the family room.

“What’s your pleasure?” I asked as I approached the well-stocked bar.

Laura approached from behind and asked, “Can you make a Manhattan?”

“Sure can,” I replied as I reached for the bourbon, vermouth, and bitters.

Laura moved even closer to me and, in a near whisper, said, “Wonderful, I need a good stiff drink.”

“I know I have cherries, but I think I’m out of oranges at the moment,” I answered as I began mixing the ingredients.

“That’ll be fine, Margaret,” Laura said.

As I mixed our cocktails, I suggested, “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

Laura moved away and across the room. She sat down at one end of the large leather sofa and crossed her legs. “I had such a horrible day,” she mentioned as I turned with a cocktail in each hand.

“Tell me about it,” I said as I walked across the room and handed her the drink.

I sat next to her as she began telling me about her day.

“I don’t want to burden you with my problems. Lord knows you have enough of your own,” Laura replied.

I smiled before I answered, “Laura, if you didn’t need to vent about your day, you wouldn’t have mentioned how horrible it was. It’s best to get it off your chest.”

She took a sip of her cocktail before saying, “I suppose you’re right. Besides the fact that Barry’s attorney was so combative I had another lawyer make a pass at me.”

I giggled, “Having a man make a pass at you constitutes a bad day? I’d have one bad day after another if it were me,” I replied.

She took another sip of her Manhattan and then continued, “I try to act as professional as possible with other lawyers, but they always seem to think I’m an easy sexual target.”

“That could be because you are such an attractive woman,” I answered.

Laura smiled, then said, “Do you really think I’m attractive?”

“Attractive and very sexy,” I replied, then added, “And it doesn’t hurt when you wear a tight skirt and a sexy blouse.”

“Do you think I overdress for the job?” Laura asked before taking another sip from her cocktail glass.

“Not at all, Laura, but I wouldn’t have a problem wearing something like you are in my line of work either,” I commented.

“So I am overdressing for my job,” she replied.

I smiled before replying, “Depends on how much cock you want to attract.”

She blushed a little, then said, “I did fantasize about having sex with him.”

I took a sip of my drink and then placed the glass on the coffee table in front of us. Turning slightly toward her, I said, “Fantasies are better when they become reality.”

“He is kinda cute,” Laura admitted.

“So tell me about your fantasy,” I asked.

Laura paused for a moment before replying, “I don’t know what to say. I just thought about having sex with him.”

“No details? You didn’t think what it would be like to suck his cock or having him eat your pussy?” I asked.

“Well, yes. But,” she answered.

“But what?” I asked.

I could tell she was holding back something and urged her on, “You must have thought about what his cock would taste like or what it would feel like having him lick your clit.”

She fidgeted a bit in her seat before replying, “I’ve never been very good a giving head, but the thought of having someone lick my pussy makes me very wet.”

“Are you wet right now?” I asked.

Laura blushed even more before admitting, “Yes, I am very wet.”

The idea of her getting wet just from talking about sex turned me on. I could feel the moisture increase in my pussy and my nipples got rock hard.

Laura was looking at the points of pleasure pressing against my satin lounge jacket and I was dying to see just how wet she was.

Her eyes moved from my chest up to mine as I said, “You can touch them if you like.”

Her blush returned as she said, “We shouldn’t Margaret. I’m your lawyer.”

I smiled at her as I replied, “Tonight, we’re just two women wanting to explore our sexuality.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached for my chest. “You are so beautiful,” she said as her fingertip touched the hard nub pressing against the satin fabric.

I arched my back, pressing my erect nipple tighter against her fingers as she pinched lightly on the sensitive tip.

She circled one nipple with her fingertips, then moved her hand to the other, giving it the same sensual caress.

I slid my hands up and unbuttoned two more buttons on my lounge jacket as I said, “Touch them.” My hand slipped to her leg and moved up under her skirt.

The Manhattan had taken its effect, and without hesitation, Laura slid her hand beneath the satin fabric covering my tits. I felt her fingers slide across one erect nipple; then it nestled into the palm of her hand.

“I like that,” I said, urging her to continue.

She moved her hand slowly over every inch of my tits, paying close attention to the twin peaks of pleasure at each tip.

“Your hands are so soft, Laura,” I commented as she stared into my eyes.

“God, I’m so turned on,” she replied.

I wanted to touch her and feel the heat and moisture I knew was growing in her loins.

“Stand up,” I said.

Laura stood before me.

“Remove you blazer.”

Laura slid the garment off her shoulders. Her eyes were fixed on mine, waiting for my next instruction.

With her jacket removed, I could now see that her nipples were also erect, pressing into the sheer fabric of her bra and the light blue blouse covering them. “Slowly undo the next two buttons of your blouse,” I said.

Her fingers moved incredibly slowly as she did what I asked. As she opened her blouse, I undid the last two buttons of my lounging shirt and let the garment fall open, giving her the first look at my full breasts.

Her eyes moved down to my tits. “They are lovely,” she said.

“Pull your blouse open and show me the top of your bra,” I instructed as she continued staring at my big tits.

Laura moved her fingertips to the fabric of her blouse and slowly pulled it aside, revealing a lacy-trimmed white bra. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I wanted even more for her to be so aroused before I did that my first touch would send tingles through her entire body.

“Turn around and unzip your skirt,” I said.

She slowly turned and then moved her hands to the zipper of her pencil skirt. The waistband loosened as the zipper descended. Upon reaching the bottom, I said, “Slip your skirt off.”

Laura wiggled her hips as the tight fitting garment slipped off and fell around her feet. She stepped out of it with one foot and used the other to kick it aside.

She wore pantyhose, which covered her perfectly shaped ass but didn’t hide the fact that beneath, she had on a white lacy thong that matched her bra.

She stood completely still awaiting my next instruction.

“Undo the rest of your blouse,” I said.

Her hands moved in front, and in a moment, the blouse fell open.

“Turn around slowly,” I instructed.

As she turned, I slipped the lounge shirt off my shoulders and stood up.

Laura anticipated my next instruction as I said, “Move closer to me.” She was already coming closer.

I kept my hands at my side as she moved within an inch or two of my body.

“Touch my tits,” I suggested.

Her hands move up to caress my full breasts and erect nipples. I tilted my head back and enjoyed her gentle touch as she moved her hands over every part of my tits.

“Slip out of your blouse,” I suggested.

She slid the silky garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her.

The cups of her bra held her tits firmly, forming a nearly perfect “V” of cleavage. I resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss her naked flesh.

Her hands returned to my chest, both caressing my big tits for a moment, but then she slid one down and under the waistband of my lounging pants. I wanted her to touch me there; I wanted her to feel the moisture in my pussy. I wanted her fingers sliding over my erect clit and into the soft folds of wet flesh.

Laura didn’t wait for me to ask. Her hand moved from my tits, and with two fingers, she released the clasp of her bra between the cups. The fabric clung to her flesh until she shook her shoulders slightly, causing it to fall away.

I could see her dark areola surrounding erect nipples in the center. Spaced throughout the areola, tiny nubs of hardened flesh confirmed just how aroused Laura had become.

“Gorgeous,” I whispered as her hand returned to my tits.

Without touching her flesh, I reached across the minuscule space between us and lifted the shoulder straps off her body. The bra slipped to her elbows but stopped there because her hands were extended toward me.

Her shoulders and torso carried the distinctive red lines caused by the tight fabric of her bra.

She smiled as her fingertips slid deeper into my slacks, moving over the shaved flesh of my pubic mound.

I reached out with one finger and traced a line from her temple down in front of her ear and along her jawline.

Laura moaned as my fingertip traveled down across her smooth neck and onto the flesh covering her collarbone, which is very pronounced.

“Please touch my breasts,” Laura pleaded.

Laura’s tits are probably a “C” cup, and I drew a figure eight around both with my fingertip causing her to shudder noticeably.

Her fingers had reached the top of my pussy and lightly circled the hard nub of my clit protruding from the hood of flesh that protects it.

Like her, I moaned as she lightly caressed my sensitive clit.

Having traced around her tits several times, I slipped one hand up and behind her head. Her ponytail laced between my middle and index finger, and I slowly pulled her head toward mine, watching her lips quiver as they approached mine. Our eyes closed involuntarily as our mouths came together, a soft, gentle kiss at first, building in intensity until our mouths were open and our tongues curled and danced against one another.

Moans of pleasure escaped our throats as our kiss continued. My moan a deeper, more passionate than hers since Laura’s fingers were now caressing the swollen lips of my very wet pussy.

I broke our kiss only long enough to plead, “Finger my cunt.”

Her finger cocked and quickly plunged into the depths of my soaking wet pussy. I pressed my hips down, forcing her finger deeper.

I slid my hand down across her smooth flat stomach and over the fabric of her pantyhose. I could feel the fabric of her thong beneath the nylon pantyhose. My hand reached her crotch, and I easily used the edge of one fingernail to pierce a small hole through the material. Laura gasped as the fabric yielded to my probing finger.

“I’m so wet,” she exclaimed as my fingertip pushed the material of her thong to one side and found the opening to her pussy.

We stood there connected at the mouth, our long kiss continuing as each of us fingered the other's moist slit.

I wanted to taste her; I wanted to use my tongue to probe where my finger was now.

I moved my mouth along her jawline until it reached her ear. “I need to taste your sweet pussy,” I whispered.

“Oh God, yes!” Laura instantly exclaimed.

“Lay on the sofa,” I replied.

Laura reclined on the sofa and lifted one leg letting the other dangle over the edge to the floor. I knelt beside her head and began kissing her. From her ear back along her jawline to her mouth, my tongue probing between her lips for a moment. My kisses continued down over her neck, the line of her collarbone, and onto her soft tits.

“That feels so wonderful,” Laura softly said as my lips moved along the line of flesh stretched over her collarbone.

She moved one hand to my head to guide my kisses further down. Soft, light kisses placed on one breast, then the other. Each time I switched from one to the other, my mouth inched closer to her erect nipples and areolas.

Her hand pressed firmer against my head when I finally took one nipple between my lips and began flicking my tongue at the erect point of pleasure.

Laura moaned softly, then whispered, “Oh my, that feels so incredible. Suck it harder.”

While I sucked and kissed her nipples, my hand slid down over her body. I again pressed my finger through the hole in her pantyhose and slipped into her tight wet pussy.

“Oh God, oh God!” Laura exclaimed as my oral caresses of her nipples and the digital probing in her pussy continued.

I slowly moved down and positioned myself between her outstretched legs. I stretched the opening in her pantyhose enough, so I could slip a second finger through the hole, then pulled outward, shredding the material and exposing her glistening pussy lips.

Laura gasped loudly as the material tore. She knew I would soon be pleasuring her with my mouth.

I gazed at her pussy for a moment. The lips looked like petals of a flower blossom lying over on either side. Above her erect clit poked from the hood of flesh that surrounded it.

“Please lick my clit,” she urged as I moved closer to her loins.

I moved closer and exhaled deeply, blowing my hot breath against her quivering clit. Laura gasped, then pleaded again, “Please lick it!”

I touched it with the tip of my tongue, causing her to moan softly. Barely making contact, I circled her protruding clit several times, each circle a little wider than the last.

Laura’s fingers slipped into my blonde locks as she urged me, saying, “Take it between your lips and suck it.”

Her hands grasped my hair as I opened my lips wider then pulled my mouth toward her loins. “Yes, that’s it suck it,” Laura said as my lips closed around her twitching nub of pleasure. As I began to suck on her clit I moved one hand to the blossom of her pussy. My middle finger traced along the edges of her lips then dipped into the moist confines of her sex. She was very tight and sopping wet.

Laura released my head and slid her hands up to fondle her erect nipples. I slipped a second finger inside her pussy and began sucking harder on her sensitive clit. I looked up over her flat stomach and watched as she began pinching, twisting, and pulling on her tiny hard nipples.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” Laura said as I continued pleasuring her loins with my mouth and fingers.

Her hips began moving with the rhythm of my hand as I finger fucked her tight wet pussy.

“Put another finger inside,” Laura begged.

I inserted a third finger and began moving my hand even faster, knowing that she would shortly be ready to explode in ecstasy. I couldn’t wait to taste the fruits of her orgasm.

Laura’s hands continued to pleasure her tits, cupping them, then moving to pleasure her hard nipples. I continued sucking on her clit, giving it an occasional lick with my tongue or a nibble with my teeth. Her hips began grinding against my hand as she neared the pinnacle of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum!” she exclaimed just before her hips lifted from the sofa and pressed even harder against my hand.

In an instant, she climaxed, a flood of juices bathing my fingers and seeping from her tight pussy. I moved my mouth from her clit to lick at the flow of nectar coming from her slit.

Her hips bucked against my hand and mouth as she rode the wave of pleasure I was providing. I slipped my fingers from her quivering depths, then moved my hands to spread her lips wide open, giving my mouth full access to drink her orgasmic flow.

As quickly as she climaxed, it began to subside, leaving her gasping for air and moaning continuously.

I lifted my mouth from her loins and said, “Your juice tastes so fucking good.”

Laura lifted her head and looked down toward me, “I don’t remember ever cumming harder.”

We pleasured each other for hours that night, on the sofa, the floor, and eventually in my bedroom, where we took turns fucking each other with a thick black dildo. Every time I brought her to another climax with that sex toy, she exclaimed how much she wanted the real thing, a thick black cock and the black stud that’s attached to it.

She left that night with a twenty-five hundred check and a newfound sexuality that I was certain she would ask me to help her explore.