Her name is Yvonne

I stand and turn to look at Alyssa; as I turn, I happen to be looking at the curvier black-haired girl when she announces, “My turn next!” I complete my movement and look a question at my partner, who nods calmly.

“Yvonne is next,” she confirms.

I look back at my next client to see her sitting back in her chair, her legs wide, and one hand between them spreading open her snatch for my attentions. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she purrs.

I kneel between Yvonne’s thighs and bend close to her sex. She’s as bare and smooth as Eileen, but her pussy is a rich dark caramel color, with a prominent rosy-pink clit for contrast. Her outer lips are large and puffy; her inner lips are almost long enough to stick out, and quite thick. She’s dripping wet (literally—there’s a large wet spot on the towel under her) and her scent is strong. She smells musky and darkly sweet, rather like an expensive perfume my dad bought my mom for Christmas some years ago. I never liked it then, but now I understand the appeal. It just smells much better on a woman’s pussy than on her wrists, is all.

I drink greedily from Yvonne’s cleft, enjoying her bittersweet flavor. She moans softly, then asks, “You like that pussy, stud? You want to bury your face in that hot, wet pussy, don’t you? You just love having pussy all over your face.”

“Mmmm, it’s beautiful,” I murmur.

“Eat that pussy, then.” Her smoky alto voice is rich with need. “Eat it right—show me how much you like it.”

I start off with just my mouth, caressing her lips with mine and letting my tongue play up and down her slit. “Yeah, that’s it, that’s right, that’s fucking right,” Yvonne moans. “Play with your food, fucker. Lick that pussy right—give me plenty of tongue.” I bring up a couple fingers to play with her inner lips as I kiss them, and she moans her encouragement. Her moans grow louder when I suck one of her lips into my mouth, pulling on it gently and trilling it with my tongue. “Ooooooh, fuuuuck, eat me just like that, you cuntlicking bastard. Just like—aaaaaahhhhh—” I pierce her sex with two fingers, pushing them deep into her wet heat, then capture the other lip and give it the same treatment. When she’s coherent again, she says breathily, “More—more—that feels so fucking good . . . Finger my slutty pussy—just like that—fuck me with your fingers—stick your big fucking fingers deep in my hot pussy, you cunt-faced prick . . .”

Instead of giving Yvonne what she’s begging for, I cross her up. I pull my fingers out of her cunt; she whines in deprivation, but only until I plunge a long, round tongue into her creampot and bracket her joystick with my fingers. “Oooooooooooooooh, that’s fucking good,” she mewls. “Stick your tongue in that pussy—lick me out from the inside—oooooh fuck yeah, like that, fucking just like that, fuck that slutty pussy with that magic tongue. Make that hot pussy cum hard all over that long fucking tongue, make me cum hard all over your face, you fucking cuntlicker . . .”

I start flexing my tongue, going from round to rolled and then opening and closing it in her fucktunnel, so that it moves rather like a pair of flapping wings. Yvonne’s moans go higher and higher, and higher still when I curl my tongue up to rasp against her G-spot. Her body is quivering and twitching wildly now. “Eat me—more—more—more—yes—yes—yes—” she pants. “I’m so close so close so fucking close—make me cum, make me—please—cum—don’t stop don’t stop don’tstop don’tstopdon’t—so fucking close—” I’ve been circling her clit with my fingers; when I swipe one of them across its tip, she explodes in orgasm. Interestingly, for all the talking she’s been doing, she goes dead silent as her body goes wild, thrumming and shaking in paroxysms of pleasure.

When I trade places in her twat, Yvonne starts talking again. “Yes!” she hisses. “Eat that pussy—feast on that slutty pussy—eat me just like that, you clitlicking cuntsucker. Suck me—eat my pearl—ohhhhh, fuck, your fingers feel good in my hot, wet pussy . . . Stick them in deep, fuck me hard with those long fucking fingers—fuck me hard—more—more—make me cum again.” I piston her cunt with my fingers, corkscrewing her hard and fast; her words break down into incoherent moans and mewls. I suck hard on her clit, like I’m trying to suck the coating off an M&M, and start humming the bassline to “I Want You Back.” She lets out a sustained howl and trembles violently; then the howl cuts off with the suddenness of a slammed door. Her body erupts against my face as a second climax thunders through her like a runaway freight train. Her cunt walls ripple and pulse around my fingers, squeezing hard; I thrust deep and hold, massaging her G-spot as best as I can. Her hips buck so powerfully, only my face keeps her on the chair.

When the roar of the train has faded into the distance, Yvonne looks at me with great respect. “Fuck, you’re good,” she murmurs. “Any chance you’d be willing to transfer?”