She hires me on the spot

“How much do you charge?” she asks. I tell her, and she digs into her purse and hands me the cash.

“Right now?” I ask, staring dumbfoundedly at the money in my hand.

“We both have the time, and I showered only a few hours ago; I presume you want clean and disease-free,” Emily says, sitting down on my bed. I nod, and she continues in a voice suddenly gone husky, “Then put that money down and come over here. You look hungry, and I have just what you need.”

I sit down next to her and lean in; she grabs my head and pulls me into a long, lingering kiss. “I’ve wondered many times—” she says, then dives in again. Our lips caress each other, gently but urgently. The tips of our tongues fence lightly, then she runs hers softly over my lips. I lift my hands to her head and stroke her cheeks and temples; she makes an approving noise into my mouth and places a hand on my chest. I moan softly as she teases one of my nipples through my shirt. Emily pulls back from our kiss and murmurs, “You’ve filled out nicely.”

Alyssa would hit me with a pillow for this, but I can’t help myself. I slide my hands down from Emily’s cheeks to her tits and wrap my hands around them. “So have you,” I say lustfully.

Whatever Alyssa would think, Emily loves it. “Mmmmm, baby,” she purrs. “You like my tits? Here, let me help you.” She grabs her shirt in both hands and pulls it off over her head, revealing a white lace bra that barely covers her nipple—and doesn’t really obscure it all that much. I can’t look away. I’m sure my expression is one of naked lust, because her voice is smug as she says, “No need to stop there.” Then her bra is gone. Her breasts are high and firm and round with little sag, though clearly just as God made them; they bounce and jiggle nicely as she pulls the bra away. I revise my size estimate upward—call them medium-large. “In case you’re wondering,” she whispers, “I wear a 34C.” She has large, deep-chocolate nipples that sit high on her boobs with very little in the way of areolae around them. As I watch, her sweet peaks elongate, their slopes growing fairly steep.

I’m mesmerized by the sight, unable to move until Emily grabs my hands and puts them back on her tits. “I love having my tits played with,” she says. “The more attention they get, the better. I especially love having my nipples sucked.” She leans close and whispers in my ear, “If you’re really good, you can make me cum without ever even touching my pussy. Then you can eat me when I’m already nice and juicy.”

“That sounds like a delightful challenge,” I say, and she gives me a lustful smile. I shift myself around to sit behind Emily on the bed, my legs spread to either side of her, and cup her tits in my hand. I enjoy the view over her shoulder as I fondle her, caressing her supple flesh with my palms and tracing out her curves with my fingertips. I love the feeling of her diamond-hard nipples against the skin of my palms; their eager points trace patterns on my skin as I stroke and squeeze her beautiful mounds. She moans and turns her head to kiss me; I kiss her passionately, then trail kisses and nips down her jawline and the column of her neck. I settle in, kissing and sucking along the line where her neck meets her shoulder, from her collarbone around to her spine.

“Ohhhh, baby,” Emily moans quietly as I fondle and knead her boobs, leaning her head against mine while I kiss her neck. “I’ve dreamed about this . . . wondered what this might be like . . . ohhh, Andrew, you’re off to a really good start.” It turns me on to think of Emily fantasizing about me. I pinch one of her nipples against my thumb and capture the other between the knuckles of my second and third fingers, allowing me to pinch, tweak, roll, and twirl her quivering buds as I knead and fondle her titflesh. “Mmmm, Andrew,” she murmurs. “Oooooh, that’s good. Your hands feel sexy good on my tits, baby.”

“My mouth will feel even better,” I tell her.

“Ohhh, fuck, baby, you know what I want,” she moans. “Suck my tits. Suck my tits and make me cum.”

“Emily, your wish is my command.” Then a thought strikes me. “First—” She moans in disappointment as I get up from behind her. I grab a towel and bring it back to the bed. “Here, let me get this towel under you and your pants off.” She leans back and puts her palms flat on the bed behind her, then lifts her hips off the bed. I slip the towel under her, then open the fly on her jeans and slide them over her hips. Left behind are a pair of white lace panties that match her bra; I decide to leave those on for the time being. I pull her pants the rest of the way off, then toss a pillow on the floor and kneel between her legs. As I bend my lips to one of her breasts, Emily urges me on. “Suck my tits, baby. Suck my nipples. Grab me and squeeze me and lick me and bite me—just don’t stop until I cum.”

I keep both hands on Emily’s full curves, massaging them and rolling them between my fingers, as I kiss, lick, and nibble all over the tops and sides of her breasts. I kiss all over their undersides as well, feeling her weight on my face, before feeding myself one of her nipples. I think I know what sort of reaction to expect, based on what I’ve seen from her so far, but I’m wrong. I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she goes quiet and starts to tremble. I pull and twist the other nipple as I caress the first with my lips and stroke its slopes with my tongue, and she whispers, “So good, baby. Suck my tits—so fucking good.” I suckle her nipple fast and hard, then engulf her boob with my mouth, filling it with as much of her sweet titflesh as I can take in. She trembles harder and starts to writhe as I paint her supple breast with my tongue; I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal.

I pull my head off, letting her tit come free from my mouth with a soft “pop,” then suck her nipple hard and give it a quick, sharp bite. Emily’s breath rasps in her throat, and her entire body goes into one powerful spasm. I keep working both her nipples until I hear a whispered gasp: “Stop! Too much!” I lean back and look at her; the absolute bliss on her face makes me incredibly hard. I look down; her panties are soaked. Oh, darn . . . she’ll either have to leave them here or wear them home wet, either of which will make her think about how good I made her feel.

As Emily’s body begins to relax, I decide I shouldn’t let her cum down too much. I manage to pull her panties under her hips—she instinctively lifts them to help me, though her eyes are still closed—and slide them over her legs; she doesn’t really seem to notice. She notices when I dive into her sex, though. As high as she is, I go right for her nectar, plunging my tongue into her cunt. Her clit is stiffly erect, about the size of the last joint of my left pinky; I take a chance, based on how she likes her nipple play, and give it a pinch.

Emily bucks her hips off the bed with a strange, thready, sotto voce scream, driving her quim into my face, then falls back—all the way back. She ends up lying on her back with her legs in the air, then crosses her ankles and rests them on my back. I lap greedily at her juices as I lightly tweak her clit; she tastes sweet and fresh and lightly fruity, like honey straight from an orchard comb. She grabs my head with both hands and holds me tight to her snatch as I twirl my tongue in her hot, juicy pussy; I probe her depths, then lick upward to find her G-spot. I think I find it. It would be hard to tell just from touch, but when I tease it with my tongue, she whispers, “Ohhhh, baby, right there—right there—rightthere—moremoremoremore . . .”

I suck Emily out and drink her juices, then swap my mouth for my hand. I plunge two fingers in right away and begin stimulating her G-spot; at the same time, I capture her clit with my lips. I lash it hard with my tongue, then start suckling her button, continuing to tongue it as I do. She pulls me in tighter with her hands and her legs, bucking and writhing her hips to grind herself against my face. I suckle harder and faster as she paints me with her sweet juice; then she arches her back and lets out a soft cry as her pussy walls clamp down on my fingers. “Andrew, baby, so good, you’re so good . . .” she whispers brokenly as her orgasm wracks her body with exquisite fire. It seems to go on and on before she slumps back and releases me.

I wipe my face on the towel, then sit up. I realize I was in such a hurry, I haven’t taken the time to admire the delicious pussy I just ate. Of course, like any flower, it’s at its best like this, with its petals glistening with dew. Surprisingly to me, her sex is the same dark-cocoa color as her nipples, which makes a startling contrast with her peaches-and-cream complexion. Emily is completely shaved except for her Venus mound, where she’s left a blond arrowhead pointing to her sweet delights. Her outer lips are large and puffy; her inner lips are fairly large as well but quite thin, with a sinuous wave to their shape like the edge of a seashell. When her blue eyes open, I look deep into them and say softly, “Your pussy is beautiful.” A soft, shy smile breaks over her face, and I ask, “Did I satisfy you?”