Be they ugly or unsightly or just plain make you sick, every girl is pretty with her lips around your…

I keep up the pressure on her back as she slowly rouses, my fingers and palms gliding over oil slick skin. As I may have said elsewhere, this is my favorite part. “So yeah, we’re just about done.”

She makes a small whimpering sound at that, clearly not wanting me to stop, so I drag out the last few cooldown strokes and ‘accidentally’ brush my crotch against her ass so that she can feel something of my physical response to her body. “Um… Jeff?”

“Yes Ms. Win… er… Melanie?”

“Were you… kidding about earlier? Happy ending?”

I chuckle and grip her shoulder muscles briefly before taking my hands from her. My answer is sheepish. “Mostly. I’ve had a couple of clients ask for it.”

She rolls over and looks up at me, one hand barely clutching the towel to her medium sized breasts (large B to a small C if I’m a judge. If I cared I could have gone through her underwear drawer while she was out. Or just asked Valerie). Her skin is flushed just above the towel, her eyes slightly glassy and dilated. She bites her lower lip. “Ever take anyone up on it?”

The perfume of her arousal is noticeable even over the menthol of the massage oil. “A couple times. I don’t always get my tips from the agency. It’s usually the older women whose husbands don’t pay them enough attention. It never really bothers me that they’re basically using me to try to feel young and sexy.” I stop as if a thought just occurred to me. “You’re not going to report me, are you?”

Like almost everything I say this is calculated, in this case to give her the illusion of power. If she actually did report me, then first off the agency wouldn’t even be aware of the existence of a Jeffrey MacDonald, and second off I’d have to shift to one of the other plans, because clearly my mojo is fucked up.

“I could be persuaded not to.” She lowers the towel just a bit with her fingertips, emphasizing the swell of her breasts. Her tone is teasing, but there is an implied threat there. It’s so adorable that she thinks she’s still in control.

“Mel… Ms. Winters, please… I shouldn’t have said anything.” I give good fake panic. It’s a gift. “Maybe you should reschedule your next appointment with Juan. I need this job… I…”

“Shut up.” She drops the towel completely, unveiling a not unremarkable pair of perfectly symmetrical globes. Her areolae and nipples are slightly paler than Valerie’s. Her small hand reaches out and strokes the front of my scrub pants, and I groan softly. “I know you like me, Jeff. Or at least this big fellow does.” As if to identify the big fellow in question, her fingers wrap around my cock through the thin material.

“Mmmh… er… I do Ms. Wi… er… Melanie.” I should get a fucking Oscar.

“Well, I like you a lot, Jeff. So what do you say? Happy ending?” She emphasizes this with a gentle but insistent squeeze. “Maybe even for both of us.”

“Melanie…”

“This is what I want, Jeff.” She unties my scrubs and the loose material falls quickly to the floor. I, of course, am going commando. “And I always get what I…” she falters as my cock comes into view, her eyes widening at the sight of my rampant hard on.

Regardless of what porn and erotic fiction may tell you, the average penis size in the United States is about five and a half inches erect. I’m no John Holmes, but my own seven and a half can strike quite the imposing figure if viewed from the right context. Clearly this is the right context as Melanie stares at it in awe, transfixed like a squirrel staring back at a snake. I can almost hear the thoughts rolling through her lust fogged head, ‘Snake! Kill it!’

“Is that what you were looking for?”

She nods dumbly and half reaches for it. “Can I… can I touch it?”

My response is a smile and nod, and she tentatively reaches out one of those tiny hands, almost to small to fit all the way around. Her fingers curl and she ventures a slow stroke from tip to root, a caress rather than a full on tug. When it doesn’t bite she tightens her grip and begins to slowly jack her hand up and down. Her face is flushed, her nostrils flaring. For a moment she just stares at my dick, as if memorizing every curve and vein. Finally she tips her head back exposing the graceful white flesh of her throat.

Melanie licks her lips as she makes eye contact with me, and the heat in her eyes is almost palpable. Her voice almost cracks as she speaks, rough with need. “Touch me, Jeff.”

I allow my hand to tremble just a little as I reach out and run just the tips of my fingers over her cheek. She closes her eyes and sighs contentedly as she nuzzles into my palm. Her hand continues almost automatically, with slow steady strokes. Measured. Controlled. Have to get her to let loose a little. “You can go harder. I won’t break.”

I trail my fingertips down her neck to her collarbone, then slowly drag my nails over the triangular indentation where her shoulder meets her neck. She opens her eyes and looks up at me, her expression almost pleading, and in those eyes I see her reach a conclusion. With a lick of her lips, she leans forward and brushes those self same lips over my frenulum just below my glans. She is rewarded for her gambit by me stiffening further and involuntarily twitching against her face. Steeling herself, she opens her mouth and takes my head into it. I can feel her little sharp tongue as it swirls over the surface proving that regardless of Valerie being the ‘bad girl’, Melanie is much more skilled in the erotic arts. Perhaps she had an instructor when she was younger; it pleases me to imagine a grad student or professor taking her under his wing and inducting her into the world of pleasure.

I’m almost too big to fit into her mouth, but that doesn’t stop her from trying. With my cock between her lips, she’s never been more beautiful, and it is only with the greatest restraint that I refrain from thrusting into her throat until she choked. She begins bobbing her head, setting up a rhythm, and my hand snakes into her hair, not gripping, just resting there gently.

With my free hand I assay the swell of her breast, still tracing only light trails across the surface. Her flush deepens and her nipples harden further, tiny little nubs on her dark pink nickel sized areolae. Two things happen at the same time now. She places her little hand on my big paw and mashes down on her breast just as she leans forward and takes me to the root. Her throat feels amazing, but I restrain myself and keep my eyes on the prize, while at the same time taking the hint and mauling her right breast.

Her whole body shudders and she backs up off me with an audible pop, whispering, “You can go harder. I won’t break.” before once again taking me all the way down.