My first client!

An unfamiliar ringtone peals from my phone. It takes me a moment to realize it’s my new Google Voice number. “Hello,” I answer, “this is Andrew.”

“You’re the cunnilinguist?” a soft female voice asks.

“Yes, at your service,” I reply.

“My name is Connie. Alyssa referred me to you for your . . . services.” The desire in her voice is clear, but so is the uncertainty.

“Did she explain the terms?”

“Yes, she did. She said I pay up front in cash, that I need to be freshly clean, and you won’t ask for anything.”

“That’s correct,” I tell her.

“That’s good,” she says. Relief fills her voice, and the note of desire has grown stronger. “I—I have . . . a boyfriend. We’re almost engaged,” she adds in a rush. “I love him very much, and I would never want to betray him. But he won’t go down on me, and he’s not satisfying me . . . and I don’t—I don’t know—”

“You don’t know how to ask for what you want, or even exactly what you want?” I ask, in a sudden flash of intuition.

“Yes, that’s right.” More relief, and desire is taking over.

“I’ll be happy to help you,” I say in a soothing tone. “We can take as many sessions as you need to discover what your body wants, and help you figure out how to teach your boyfriend to give it to you.”

“That sounds . . . really good.” She sounds much happier now, and much hornier as well. “So . . . you’re not just in this for the money?”

“No,” I tell her calmly. “I want to make women feel great pleasure. Yes, I want to be compensated for my time, but I want you to feel that I’m giving you what you need, and that your time and money are well-spent. You clearly need more than just to have your pussy eaten”—I can hear her breath catch as I say it—“you need, in the end, for your boyfriend, and hopefully future husband, to be the one eating your pussy. You need that for your happiness, which means he needs it for his happiness. That means my job is to help you get there, and I’m glad to do it for you.”

When Connie speaks again after a moment, nothing is left in her voice but desire. “When can we meet?”

“The first thing I need to know is whether you have a place where I can meet you, or if you need to come to me.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” she says. “I have a small basement apartment and no roommate. The couple who owns the house are gone much of the time, and their bedroom is on the second floor. Unless my boyfriend is over, it’s pretty quiet.”

“Then what time would work for you?” I ask. “My schedule is open all afternoon.”

“I’m free this afternoon,” she says eagerly. “Would 1:30 work?”

“1:30-2:30 this afternoon at your apartment,” I say, making a note.

*******

Connie gives me directions, and I arrive at her apartment at 1:28, freshly showered. She answers the door and lets me in quickly; she is clearly just out of the shower herself, as she’s wearing nothing but a pair of towels, one around her hair and another held loosely around her body. She leads me down to her apartment, and I admire the way her ass sways under the towel.

As we walk through the kitchen, she grabs the money and hands it to me “before I forget,” she says. I stick it in my wallet and follow her on. She closes her bedroom door behind us, turns on a light in the corner, and pulls the towel off her head. Connie arranges her damp shoulder-length black hair to her satisfaction, then turns around and says, “I thought this would be most efficient.” She lets go of the towel, which slides off her shoulders and puddles on the floor; she’s the third woman in my life I’ve personally seen nude. I drink her in with my eyes, and she says coyly, “Like what you see?”

“I do,” I breathe. Her skin is tawny and her eyes are a fascinating shade of heather grey. She has an oval face which is attractive for its gentle sweetness. Her breasts are medium-large and hang very nicely, close together but splayed just a little out to the sides; her areolae are large and light-brown, and her nipples point jauntily upward. Connie sees me looking, takes a deep breath, and shimmies them; she gives me a satisfied smile at my soft moan. She’s taller than Alyssa but not by much, and if she’s a little pudgy around the belly and waist, it’s only a little, and her hips flare nicely. “Turn around,” I say in a voice slightly rough with lust; she smiles and turns around to show off, as I expected, a nice full heart-shaped ass. She wiggles it at me, widening her stance as she does so, and bends forward to put her hands on the bed, giving me a nice view of her neatly-trimmed pussy.

“Like what you see?” Connie asks again, the hunger in her voice plain. Her pussy is glistening, moisture gathering on her outer lips; I could probably dive in right now, and she’d be happy. For that matter, she’s so turned on, I could probably stick my cock in and fuck her doggy, and she’d only be unhappy after I left. Neither of those things would really satisfy the promise I’ve given her, however; so instead, I walk up behind her and slip one hand between her legs while I reach forward with the other to cup and fondle one of her tits.

“Ooooh,” Connie gasps at my unexpected advance; then she coos, “Oooooooh.” I caress her sweet melon all over, letting my hand explore her curves and the way her breast moves freely as it hangs, then tease her nipple with my fingertips. I can feel it grow under my touch, and realize that it’s bigger than I had assumed. I cup her tit in my palm and lift, enjoying its soft weight, and spread my fingers and thumb around its slopes. I capture her nipple between two fingers, pinching and rolling it with my knuckles as I knead and massage her supple titflesh.

As I fill one hand with her boob, the other claims her twat. I tease her slit with a finger, then spread her open with three. Connie’s inner lips are quite large, extending past her outer lips; I spread them wide and let my middle finger wander over them, teasing her fuckhole and almost reaching her clit, but not quite. Then I pinch her inner lips lightly against my middle finger with my first and ring fingers and stroke up and down, just swirling the fingertip around her entrance when I reach it. “Mmmmmm,” she moans, bucking against my hand. “I love what you’re doing to my breast and my—my pussy,” she pants, her arousal growing. “That feels so good, Mr.—what should I call you?”

“Call me Andrew,” I say huskily.

“Are you sure?” she asks, the uncertainty returning to her voice.

“I intend to have you screaming it by the time I’m done,” I tell her roughly. “You might as well practice now.”

My words clearly turn her on, because she moans, “Oooooh, Andrew, yeah . . . make me scream your name . . . make me cum so hard I scream your name . . .”

“Lie down on the bed.” She complies with alacrity, looking up at me with eyes full of lust and anticipation.

When I kneel between Connie’s legs and bend forward to kiss her, however, she starts to shy away. “What? My boyfriend . . .”

“Just trust me, you sexy thing.” When I call her that, her face lights up with lust and she moans softly. “This isn’t about your boyfriend, this is about you.” I’m not sure that actually makes sense, but she relaxes and her lips part.

I kiss Connie softly, caressing her lips with mine, then teasing them with my tongue as I feel her responding. Tentatively, her tongue reaches out to touch mine, and we play and dance. As we kiss, I stroke the sides of her face, tracing her cheekbones and the line of her jaw, then down the column of her neck to her shoulders. I brush the sides of her breasts and stroke her sides with my palms, curving them around her hips and dipping my fingers under to squeeze her succulent ass. “Mmmm, Andrew, you like my butt? My boyfriend never touches me there.”

I lift my head and look deep into her eyes. “Then you need to teach your boyfriend wisdom, because right now, he’s a fool. You have an incredibly sexy ass that was made to be fondled and squeezed.” As I say that, I squeeze Connie’s ass cheeks in both hands and she moans my name again. I bend back to her face, but this time I kiss along her jawline, first one way, then back around. I kiss under her chin and down the front of her neck. I bring my hands up and grab her tits, squeezing them and rolling her nipples against my thumbs. She gasps and arches her back, pressing her chest into my palms.

Soon my lips displace one of my hands, which I stroke down the soft curve of her stomach to reach into her twat. I get a surprise, because her clit gets quite large when erect, and it’s now a little mushroom sticking clear out of her slit. Connie moans loudly and shudders when I touch it; I think she just had a mini-orgasm. “My boyfriend—” she gasps. “He won’t touch me there—ohhhhh, so good—he thinks it’s—ahhhhhAHHHH—he thinks my clit is—oooooohhhh, Andrew, right there—more—weird.”

I lift my head from her nipple, which I’ve been suckling and licking, and say, “I’ll help you figure out how to teach him better.” I bend my head back to her tit and suck as much of her flesh into my mouth as I can, biting it gently and painting it with a flat tongue. I stroke her big clit between my thumb and fingers, not pinching or rolling it but applying a little pressure and caressing it all over. Connie moans louder, her breathing gets ragged, and she bucks her hips wildly into my hand. When she settles back down a little, I realize she’s cum again.

At this point, I have only one thought in my mind, which I bend forward to whisper in her ear: “I need to see your pussy. I need to taste you.”

She blushes a deep rose and whimpers, “Ohhh, please, Andrew, please . . . please eat me . . . please eat my pussy . . .”

I sit up on my knees and kneel on the floor, propping up my torso on my elbows and using my hands to spread her outer lips wide. I can feel Connie tense up. She said her boyfriend thinks her clit is weird; what has he been saying about her twat? I look down to see her most intimate parts flushed a deep, dusky rose with arousal; her scent is sweet and delightfully tangy. Her amazing clit, standing tall and straight at the head of her slit, draws the eye, but her large inner lips deserve attention as well—they’re beautifully shaped, like the petals of an orchid. Her twat looks like a gorgeous exotic tropical flower, with her clit as the stamen. Given her insecurity, I think I need to lavish praise on her sex; as spectacular as it is, I’d do so anyway. In absolute sincerity, I tell her, “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.” (I don’t tell her she’s only the third I’ve seen in person; she doesn’t need to know that.)

Connie flushes and starts to argue with me. “No, my boyfriend says my clitoris is unnatural and ugly; he says I’m not pretty.”

“Connie,” I tell her, “either you need to retrain your boyfriend, or you need to dump him.” She starts to protest, but I override her. “He may be wonderful to you in every other way, but if he’s insulting your pussy, he’s hurting you at the core of what makes you a woman. Do you mind if I talk dirty to you?” Her eyes go wide; after a moment, she gives me a hesitant nod. “Your pussy is fucking amazing, and your boyfriend is a fucking idiot if he doesn’t realize how utterly gorgeous it is. Your clit is definitely larger than average, but so are your tits, and I doubt he complains about them.” She giggles and shakes her head. “If I were your boyfriend, I wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth off it—especially as sensitive as it obviously is.”

At that, her eyes blaze. Her voice throbs with desire as she says, “Make me feel it, Andrew.”

“With a will,” I say.

I bend forward and lick her twat several times stern to stem, lapping up her tart-sweet nectar. Connie writhes under me and begs, “Suck my clit, Andrew . . . please, suck my clit . . .” First, I slip a finger into her cunt. This surprises her—she gasps and bucks her hips against my hand. She’s really tight, even if she is very wet. I find her G-spot with my finger, unsurprised to discover that the ridges are wide and prominent. “Wow, Andrew, I’ve never— I’ve never—” she gasps.

Then I lower my lips to her clit, and Connie goes wild. I caress her little mushroom with my lips, and she howls and arches her back, driving her hips into my face. I feel her cunt shudder and clench around my finger as her orgasm thunders through her. I let her relax a little, then set about driving her over the edge again. I slip a second finger in her cunt, which stretches her and makes her gasp, and resume stroking her G-spot. I swirl my tongue around her sweet clit, then suck it into my mouth. “Ohhhh, Andrew, Andrew, Andrew . . . that’s so good, your fingers are amazing . . . what you’re—ahhhhh—doing to my—ooooooooh—clit is—mmmmmmm—spectacular—just like that—suck me harder, suck me harder, suck me harder . . .”

I latch on and suckle her clit hard, lashing it with my tongue and curling my tongue around it. Connie bounces off the bed bucking her hips. “Ohhhhhh, Andrew, that’s so good—suck my clit—eat my clit—so good—I’m so close—suck me harder, I’m so close—you’re driving me wild, driving me so high—more with your fingers—almost there—ohmy—ohmy—ohmy—FUCK!” As her control erupts into profanity, the floodgates burst. Her spine pulls taut and her head pulls back, driving her hips well off the bed, and she erupts in a primal scream—screaming my name at the top of her lungs. I go on licking, sucking, and fingerfucking her as her scream goes on and on and the spasms of her climax roll through her cunt.

When her scream dies and her hips fall weakly to the bed, I pull my fingers out and give her pussy one quick lap with my tongue, collecting a taste of her sweet nectar; then I suck my fingers clean. Connie tastes delightful, light and sweet and tangy. I crawl up her body to look at her face, which is wearing a look of complete bliss. When her eyes flutter open, I gaze into them for a moment, then kiss her hard and deep. She kisses me back, passionately, then looks startled. I pull back and she asks, “What’s that taste?”

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“Yes—what is it?”

“It’s the taste of your pussy,” I tell her, then kiss her again. She looks uncomfortable for a moment, then melts into the kiss and purrs into my mouth. When I break off, she says, “That ought to be gross or something, but—it’s really hot.” In surprise, she adds, “I taste good, don’t I?”

“You taste absolutely yummy,” I tell her. “You have the most satisfying pussy I’ve ever eaten.” She purrs at the compliment, preening visibly.