Jessica exited the hair salon feeling beautiful.
Her raven black hair flowed like a mermaid’s, and as she sashayed down the sidewalk, men turned their heads. Her aqua blue kaftan covered her well-toned body, but she liked it that way. At least today. Make them wonder.
Her phone pinged, and she looked down to see a familiar number. Paul.
Paul was a man with money who knew how to treat a woman with elaborate dinners, expensive champagne, sparkling jewellery, and trips to a beach house. He had a magical tongue that made her sizzle with desire and curious fetishes that never ceased to surprise her.
“Busy?” Paul texted.
“Not really,” Jessica texted back.
She felt that familiar zing between her legs when she needed one thing – a good fucking. Paul had a way of making her cum unlike any man, and she decided that was how she wanted to spend her afternoon. Playing with Paul.
“Bored,” she texted.
“Come over,” Paul said.
And over she went.
Paul lived in a penthouse near the Sydney harbour, and as she approached the building’s glass doors, the doorman opened it for her immediately.
“Beautiful Jessica,” he said. “Paul called down to say you were on your way.”
“Hello, Dennis,” Jessica said. “Just go on up?”
“Of course, dear,” he said.
Fluffing her hair, Jessica took a quick glimpse in her compact. Her red lips glistened, and she knew where they would be in a matter of minutes. The elevator opened into a small corridor, and Paul was standing by his front door with his silk robe wide open and dick erect.
“Hello, there,” Jessica said.
She tossed her bag down on the floor and reached her hand out to grab his hardness. Within seconds, she fell to her knees and engulfed his cock with her full lips. Paul moaned as Jessica’s tongue stroked his dick, and she sucked harder and harder until he yanked her hair pulling her lips away.
“Get in here,” he said.
Standing, she quickly slipped the kaftan over her head. That day, she chose a lacy Navy blue bra with white daisies and matching panties. Paul studied her and smiled.
“I’m so lucky to be your friend,” he said.
“Me too,” Jessica said, unclasping her bra and shimmying out of her panties.
Grabbing her hand, Paul escorted her to his palatial bedroom and got on the bed.
“Reverse cowgirl, baby,” he said.
“Fuck yeah, heehaw,” Jessica said.
Sliding on him, Jessica straddled him and inserted his hard cock into her bald pussy. Paul moaned and laid back to enjoy the wet ride that Jessica always gave him. In a dreamy rhythm, she methodically rode his cock like she was an expert equestrian.
“So wet today,” Paul said.
“So horny,” she said, teasing her nipples.
As she rode him harder and faster, Paul exploded in her pussy with a sudden ferocity. She had never felt him cum so hard.
“Cowboy, I think you shot your load,” she said.
“You have a way of doing that,” Paul said.
Slithering off of one of her favourite dicks, Jessica rolled on the other side of the bed beside Paul. She spread her long, tanned legs and fingered her clit.
“Hungry?” she asked.
“I’m always hungry,” Paul said.
He positioned himself between her legs, and his tongue lapped her juices. She tasted wonderful, and his fingers spread her pussy lips and he plunged his tongue deep into her while also fingering her G-spot. She moaned as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his overwhelming cunninglingus skills. As she felt herself on the edge of an orgasm, Paul came up for air.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“Oh, but I am,” he said.
Jessica put her hand near her clit, but Paul pushed it away. “I’m in charge,” he said.
Diving back in, he licked and sucked her clit in a frenzy, and Jessica arched her back and released a primal moan that she was sure the neighbours underneath Paul heard. Suddenly, she squirted her cum into his mouth, showering Paul’s face.
Paul came up for air and reached up to give Jessica a passionate kiss.
“I taste good,” she said.
“You certainly do,” he said.
“Do you have a project for me this afternoon?” Jessica asked.
“Of course, I do,” Paul said. “You don’t think I am going to let you off the hook, do you?”
“I thought you might,” she said, tracing his lips with her finger.
“No way,” he said. “Go to the chest of drawers and look in the third drawer.”
“Now? Can’t we just relax?” Jessica asked.
“Silly, no, that is never our deal,” Paul said.
Jessica sighed as she rolled out of bed and headed to the tall bureau. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a black apron with white eyelet. “This?” she asked, holding It up.
“Yes, put it on,” Paul said, grinning.
“Housework, I’m guessing,” Jessica said. “Do I look like a maid?”
“You are this afternoon,” he said. “The vacuum is in the closet there.”
“Seriously, this is what you’re into this week?”
“Yes, a topless maid vacuuming my rug.”
“Very well,” Jessica said. “What’s my payment in the end?”
“What do you want?”
Jessica smiled, “Your cock in my mouth.”
“That’s the perfect answer,” Paul said. “Now get to vacuuming.”
