The Favour

It was late morning on a Monday, and I was on my way to my regular weekly session with one of my clients. He’s a loyal customer who loves that I come to his office dressed as though we’re about to have a serious business meeting—only for him to bend me over and unload up my ass. He’s always ready the moment I arrive.

I stepped into the building, greeted the receptionist as usual, and she smiled before announcing, “Ms. Baker from Pinnacle Partners is here to see you.” He nodded from behind the desk, instructing her to let me through. I walked up to his office, knocked lightly, and entered. As always, his blinds were drawn. He smiled as soon as he saw me. I locked the door behind me and watched him roll his chair back.

“Cheryl, great to see you as always,” he said with a wide grin.

“Hey, Mark. Likewise,” I purred, placing my bag down.

With one press of the intercom, he instructed his secretary that he wasn’t to be disturbed for the next thirty minutes. I slid down onto my knees between his legs, beginning our usual ritual. My lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep before I bent over so he could tongue my ass and slide inside me. His tip glistened with precum, which I flicked off with my tongue, savoring the taste. Mark leaned back in his chair, fighting to keep his groans under control as I took his full length slowly, exactly the way he liked it.

I worked his cock with my mouth for a few minutes, then bent over, pulling up my skirt—no panties, as always. He spread my cheeks and gave both my pussy and ass a long, wet tonguing, focusing especially on my back passage. After a few minutes, he got behind me and began to push in. I closed my eyes, savoring the stretch as my ass swallowed him to the hilt.

We both groaned softly, careful not to let the office hear. He stayed buried deep for a moment, enjoying the tight grip, then grabbed my hips and started to fuck me slowly, each thrust driving in completely. This was our Monday routine: fifteen solid minutes of ass fucking before he finally groaned low in his throat and released inside me, his cock pulsing as he unloaded several thick spurts.

When he finished, he pulled out, and I turned to clean him up just the way he liked. He zipped up his trousers while I smoothed my skirt back down, both of us quickly composing ourselves.

“Christ, that was good. I always look forward to our Monday meetings,” Mark said.

I grinned. “You could always book me for a night in a hotel. I’d satisfy you in ways your wife never could.”

He chuckled, eyes gleaming. “You know what, I will. My useless wife’s away with her friends next weekend. I’ll book you for an overnighter—you can show me exactly what I’ve been missing.”

I winked at him. “I’ll look forward to it.”

After a lingering kiss and a playful squeeze of my ass and tits, I grabbed my bag and left. His secretary gave me a polite smile as I passed—an attractive woman herself. For a fleeting moment, I wondered what she’d be like in bed. I’ve always had a soft spot for a good pussy to play with.

Outside, I pulled out my phone, marked the appointment as completed, and within minutes, $750 hit my account for thirty minutes of work. Just as I slid into my car, another notification pinged: Mark had already booked me for next Friday—an overnight stay at a hotel, $5,000. I smiled to myself and drove home, the rest of my morning clear.

The next morning, I was lazing in bed around 8 a.m., the sun spilling through my window. I’d moved into my private home a couple of months earlier, a place I’d fully renovated with the help of my builder, <INSERT NAME>, and his crew. They handled all the renovations for the properties I bought and sold, and through that, I’d built a tidy fortune. Added to that, I’d made some very profitable investments with the guidance of a friend—and client—Philip. I’d put in $100,000 with him, and he’d returned it tenfold. Since then, I invested with him constantly, and he never failed to deliver.

For that reason, I liked to give him the occasional freebie. It was the least I could do.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Philip.

“Hey, my lovely, how are you?” I answered cheerfully.

He chuckled. “Better now I’m talking to you, hot stuff. Listen, I need a favor. I’ve got a senator staying at my place tonight. He’s been helping me with a major project, and I’d like you to make him feel… special. Stay the night with him. Are you free?”

I glanced at my calendar. “Yep, I’m free. Looking forward to it—I’ve never fucked a senator before,” I laughed.

“Knew I could count on you,” Philip replied.

“Wait,” I cut in, “don’t book me through the agency. This one’s on me. You’ve never let me down with money—it’s the least I can do.”

“Oh, fantastic! You’re the best, gorgeous. See you tonight.”

We said our goodbyes, and minutes later a picture came through. The senator—Oliver Buckley. Not bad looking at all, and thankfully not one of the overweight, sweaty types I loathed. Philip knew my rules: no amount of money could make me fuck a slob.

With no appointments that day, I spoiled myself—retail therapy, a full body massage, a nice meal at my favorite restaurant. The day passed quickly. Around evening, Philip texted: 8 p.m. work for you?

I replied: Perfect.

Back home, I showered, shaved my pussy, legs, and ass, and packed my overnight bag. I slipped into a sheer, see-through dress with nothing underneath, topped with a coat against the evening chill.

At Philip’s house, he greeted me warmly, his eyes widening when I slid off my coat to reveal I was practically naked. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” he said, smiling as he winked.

He guided me to the lounge door and whispered, “As you’ve been such a good friend, Oliver, I want to show my appreciation.” Then he led me in. “A dear friend of mine—she’ll take very good care of you.”

The senator’s eyes widened the moment he saw me. He swallowed hard, smiling like a man who’d just unwrapped a gift.

I sat down next to him, letting his gaze drink in every detail, my hand brushing his inner thigh. “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver. I’m Cheryl.” I leaned in and kissed him.

“Likewise,” he murmured. “You are stunning. Thank you, Philip.”

Philip raised his glass. “You’re welcome.”

We shared drinks—my favorite, of course, Philip knew my tastes. Conversation flowed, flirtation came easily, and by my third drink I stood, took Oliver’s hand, and whispered, “Take me upstairs.” He needed no further encouragement.

Behind closed doors, I told him to strip and lie back. His cock was already hard, a good size, neatly shaved. Perfect. I slipped out of my dress, standing naked before him. His eyes devoured me, his erection twitching.

I straddled him, kissing, grinding my pussy along his cock as he fondled my tits. Then I slid down his body, kissing his stomach before taking his cock deep into my mouth. He groaned loudly as I swallowed him whole, balls and all. Most men couldn’t handle pornstar treatment—but Oliver loved it.

Soon, I mounted his face, grinding my pussy against his tongue while stroking his cock with one hand. He clutched my ass, eating me like a starving man, and I could feel myself growing wetter by the second.

When I climbed off, I ordered him behind me. Without hesitation, he thrust deep into my pussy, balls slapping against me as he grabbed my tits and slammed into me hard. The room filled with our groans. He pushed me onto my side, spooning me, his cock never leaving me as he played with my nipples. I came hard, my moans muffled against the pillow as my body shuddered around him.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he muttered, fucking me through my orgasm.

“Mmm, I am. I’m a good whore. Fuck me harder,” I whispered, turning to kiss him, licking his lips like a slut. “Now get on top and fuck my ass.”

“You dirty little whore,” he growled, thrilled. I lay on my stomach, spread my cheeks, and he spat before sliding into my ass. My eyes rolled back—I always loved a good anal pounding. He pressed down against me, whispering filth into my ear as he fucked me steadily.

“You’re such a whore. My fat cock in your ass. I’m going to fill you with cum. Would you like that?”

I groaned and nodded, clenching around him.

He drew it out, stopping twice as he neared climax, teasing us both before finally losing control. He groaned hard, pumping thick streams deep into my ass until I felt my rectum coated.

“Mmmm, yes,” I moaned, savoring the warmth.

When he pulled out, I immediately rolled over. “Straddle me. I want to taste you.”

I sucked his cock vigorously, stroking the base, determined to drain him again. His cock stayed rock hard as I bobbed my head, taking him deep. “Fuuuck, that’s good—Jesus, you’re good,” he gasped.

It didn’t take long before he exploded, hot jets shooting down my throat. I swallowed every drop, keeping eye contact as I licked him clean. Even when the last droplet oozed from his tip, I lapped it up with my tongue.

He collapsed beside me, hand on my tit. “Wow… that was amazing.”

I smirked, licking my lips. “I knew you’d like that.”

“Fancy another drink?” Oliver asked.

I nodded, and he slipped on a robe before heading downstairs. I stayed on the bed, naked and stretched out. While I waited, I cleaned myself up—wiping away the spit, the cum seeping from my ass, and the wetness dripping from my pussy. I wanted to be ready for the next round.

When Oliver returned, he carried my drink, along with a bottle of whiskey and a glass for himself. He shrugged off the robe, tossing it onto a chair, and lay down beside me. I straddled him, took my drink, and let him run his hands all over me while I poured him a whiskey. His eyes roamed hungrily over my body, from my tits to my thighs, as we made small talk. He seemed a decent man—married, of course. They almost always were. And like so many, he admitted his wife wasn’t adventurous in bed. A story I’d heard a thousand times. Honestly, if women acted like pornstars in the bedroom, I’d probably be out of a job.

After a couple of drinks, Oliver asked me to lie back. He spread my legs and lowered himself between them, licking me deeply. His tongue worked my pussy expertly while his fingers slipped into my ass, stretching me as he finger-fucked me. My moans filled the room.

When he finally stopped, he was rock hard again. He crawled up my body, sucking each nipple until they were stiff, his cock teasing at my entrance. Then he slid inside, sinking into my pussy until we both groaned.

“God, that feels good,” he murmured.

We kissed passionately as he began to fuck me harder than before. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, giving him the full girlfriend experience—soft touches, loving kisses, not just lying there like a corpse. He loved it.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered.

“You too,” I breathed back, before whispering in his ear, “Come on, fill me up. I want to feel you flood my pussy.”

He grinned, pushed my legs wider apart, and began pounding me, his hips slamming into mine. The room shook with the rhythm of our fucking, and before long he groaned loudly and thrust deep, shooting another thick load inside me. I clenched around him, savoring the heat.

He collapsed on top of me, spent, but I wasn’t done. Once he pulled out, I cleaned him up, then crouched over an empty glass, pushing all his cum out of my pussy into it. Quite a load for a third round. Oliver watched in fascination, wide-eyed, until I raised the glass to my lips and drank it down, licking the inside clean.

“Mmmm, yummy,” I purred, flashing him a wicked smile.

“You dirty slut,” he said, grinning. “I’ve never seen that before.”

“I thought you’d like the show,” I winked, then poured a splash of whiskey into the glass, mixing it with the last streaks of cum before downing it.

“Wow,” was all he could manage.

By then, it was late. I felt tipsy, so I suggested we call it a night. We snuggled under the covers, Oliver spooning me, his hand cupping my tit as we drifted off to sleep.

Morning came quickly. We woke together, kissing and cuddling before I coaxed him into the shower. Under the hot spray, we washed each other, his cock stiffening again as he cleaned me thoroughly. I grinned. “Come on, fuck my holes one last time.”

I bent forward, guiding him into my pussy first, riding him against the wall of the shower. After a while, I shifted and slid him into my ass, bouncing on his cock while he groaned. He didn’t need to do a thing—I fucked him hard until he grabbed my hips, thrust deep, and groaned as he shot another load up my ass. He pulled me close, groped my tits, kissed my neck, and slid a hand between my legs to stroke my pussy while he filled me.

Afterward, I cleaned him off, and we stepped out to dry ourselves. I dressed in jeans and a shirt, then joined Oliver and Philip downstairs, where coffee and pastries were waiting. We laughed and chatted over breakfast until Oliver finally stood, hugged me, and thanked me for an incredible night. He said he wanted to see me again, and of course, I handed him my card with a smile.

He thanked Philip for his “gift” and left. Philip walked him out, then came back to find me sipping my coffee. I noticed the bulge in his trousers immediately.

“Thanks for this, hun,” Philip said, hugging me. “He’s been a big help with some of my deals.”

I slid a hand over his crotch. “Want me to take care of that before I go?”

He grinned and nodded.

I dropped to my knees, pulled his cock out, and swallowed him deep. I worked him fast and hard, and it didn’t take long before he grabbed my head and unloaded straight down my throat. I gulped every drop, humming as I cleaned him off before popping him free.

“Christ, Cheryl, you never fail to please.”

I winked up at him. “Always a pleasure. But I’d better head out—got a couple of appointments today.”

He smiled knowingly. “Of course. I’ll call you soon about some more investments.”

“Looking forward to it,” I said, grabbing my bag and slipping on my coat.

Then I left, ready for the busy day ahead.