Yes—Makayla stays

Our conversation wanders across various topics. To my surprise, Makayla brings up the reason for my visit on her own. “So,” she asks, “you go around performing oral sex on women for money?”

“Yes,” I tell her quietly. “I like eating pussy”—she shivers as I deliberately use that term; whether from desire or something else, I don’t know—“and I want to do it well; I know many guys won’t do it, and their girlfriends are frustrated by that. I enjoy giving women the greatest pleasure I possibly can. I charge for it because that lets me spend a lot more time pleasuring women; I don’t have to spend all kinds of time working another job that I’d rather spend eating pussy, because eating pussy is my job. I also charge for it because my time is worth something, and I’m providing a service. So far,” I say, lowering my voice further—without even realizing it, Makayla leans closer to listen—“I’ve never had a woman complain that I overcharged her.” Unconsciously, she licks her lips with the tip of her tongue; then she realizes her position and sits back, unsure of herself.

Makayla looks much less anxious, and she’s breathing a little faster than she was; I think her hormones are starting to make themselves felt. It seems to me that her fear of me is gone, and that her anxiety now is mostly about herself. “Don’t worry,” I say gently. “You’re not going to mess anything up, and you’re not going to look foolish.” The startled look on her face tells me I’ve guessed right. “You can’t mess anything up. Whatever you do, however you react, is right for you. And—well, in some sense I suppose you will look silly, though not foolish, because sex always looks a little silly. You won’t look any sillier than anyone else, and as long as you enjoy it, you won’t look like a fool at all.” I pause for a beat, then ask, “May I touch you?”

I can see the struggle on her face. Finally, Makayla says, “OK,” but I can see her bracing herself. I think she expects me to go right for her pussy, or maybe for her smallish tits. When I instead reach out a hand to cup her face, the relief in her expression is as clear as her shy delight in my touch. I scoot closer to her and begin stroking her neck and shoulders with the hand I’ve had resting behind her. She leans her cheek into my hand, and I can almost hear her purring.

I tease her mouth with my thumb, and her lips part. I think I can take a risk at this point, so I don’t ask permission—I lean forward and kiss her lightly, brushing her lips with mine. Makayla stiffens for a moment, then relaxes; when I kiss her again, she responds, opening her mouth a little more and kissing me back. She’s tentative, but as she feels me respond to her in turn, she grows more confident. When I tease her lips with my tongue, she feels sure enough of herself to do the same.

As I kiss Makayla, I stroke her jawline to her neck and down to her shoulders; then, with both hands, I gently draw her toward me. Instinctively, she resists, then melts into my hands. I hear a small sound from the door of the room—which, fortunately, she doesn’t hear, because I’m pretty sure it’s her cousin peeking in for a moment. Makayla is lost in my kiss, and in the feel of my hands caressing her back and sides, and teasing the sides of her breasts. When I slip one of them around to cup her breast, she gasps; she stiffens again, but this time it’s not in resistance. She puts her arms around my neck and breaks off the kiss long enough to ask, “Both breasts? Please?” I’m only too happy to oblige. She moans a little as I start gently fondling both her tits, until I silence her moan with my lips.

“You know,” I murmur in her ear, “this would feel even better without your shirt in the way. Do you trust me enough to take it off?”

Makayla looks wide-eyed at me, but by this time, desire is starting to gain the upper hand. “Yes,” she says, looking somewhat incredulous that she’s actually saying it. I draw back, and she pulls off her shirt, revealing a utilitarian white cotton bra. She looks down at it, scans my face, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath for courage, and then takes the bra off, too. There’s definite fear in her expression, but also a combination of hopefulness and lust. I look down in admiration. Her breasts aren’t as big as I like best, just small handfuls, but there’s enough there to caress; and she has large, perky bright-pink nipples with no areolae around them at all, pointing slightly upward, which is pretty sexy.

I cup Makayla’s firm handfuls and stroke her erect nipples with my thumbs, making her gasp and shudder; then I look into her eyes and tell her, “You have beautiful tits.” Her release of tension is explosive—in fact, it triggers what looks like a small orgasm, leaving her flopped back on the loveseat, reeling. I lift one hand from her breasts to stroke her cheek and say, “You’ve never felt anything like that before, have you.” She shakes her head and I tell her, “Believe me, it gets a lot better. Before I’m done, you’ll know pleasure that will make that feel insignificant.” She flushes and sits up, then grabs my head and pulls me in for a deep kiss.

When I break that off, I shift off the loveseat so I can kneel between Makayla’s knees. I move one hand from her tits to fondle her ass and bend my head to her chest. She’s expecting me to go right for her nipple, and I hear a slight disappointed sigh when I instead start kissing and licking the slopes of her mounds. Before long, though, her breathing quickens as I trail kisses and soft nibbles across her sweet titflesh. When I capture her nipple with my mouth and caress it with my lips, she moans my name and grabs my head with both hands.

I’d already discovered that her nipples are quite sensitive, but I learn more once I have my mouth locked on. Makayla wriggles and writhes and moans my name over and over as I suckle her nipple. I open my mouth and spend a while just licking it all over, then fasten my mouth over most of her breast and paint all of it, nipple included, with my tongue. I’m sure teeth would be unwise here, but I try pinching the one nipple lightly as I return to suckling the other one. “Ohh—ohhh—ohhh—” she gasps, then lets out a high little cry, and I feel her whole body shudder.

“That was another orgasm,” I tell her. “Most women can’t cum just from having their tits played with, but yours are special. You are special. But guess what? It only gets better.” I nuzzle her neck, making her moan again and stroke my hair, then tell her, “You’re a sexy little thing.” I can feel her shake her head, so I pull back and look her in the eyes. “Yes, you are. You’re so responsive. Your body loves to be touched. Once you’re comfortable with your body and your sexuality, you’re going to be an absolute firecat in bed, because you’re so easily aroused and your body is so responsive. That’s incredibly sexy. And there will be plenty of guys who think your tits are perfect, and your tight little runner’s ass will drive them absolutely wild; and I’m sure a lot of them are already fascinated by your hair and your legs. You’re a hot little sports car, Makayla. You just need to get comfortable with the road.”

Her eyes light up with desire. “May I take off your shorts?” I ask. “I need to see your pussy—to smell your arousal—to taste your nectar. I’m sure it’s every bit as sexy as the rest of you.” Makayla moans and lifts her hips, allowing me to slide her shorts and panties off together. “Spread your legs wide, sexy girl,” I say. “Show off to me.” With a moan of mingled desire and satisfaction, she does exactly that, and I bend down to take in her pussy.

With my eyes half-lidded, I begin with my nose. I tease Makayla’s wet opening, which makes her gasp, then stroke it along the center of her twat, breathing her scent in deep as I go. It’s delicate and faint; that may be in part because she’s only just starting to get wet, but I don’t think that’s all of it. She smells like sweet flowers, and a little like pure vanilla. I brush her clit with my nose, making her gasp and jump, then pull back and look at her.

Makayla’s pussy looks rather like a fuschia. The skin is flaming hot pink with hints of purple; both her outer and inner lips are quite large, and the inner lips settle in complex folds when I’m not spreading them out. Her clit isn’t as large as Connie’s, but it’s still big enough to stick out past her lips. She’s completely unshaven, of course, but her pubic hair is very fine and very soft, covering her mound and the area to either side of her slit with ice-blond down. She has no hymen as far as I can tell, perhaps as a result of exercise; as small as her opening is, that’s a good thing. I look up into Makayla’s eyes and say in tones of unfeigned reverence, “Your pussy is gorgeous.” A look of intense pleasure lights up her face, and she softly moans my name.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy, Makayla?” I ask. She nods. “I want to hear it, sexy girl. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”

“I—I want—you to . . .” She can’t quite get herself to say the words.

“Tell me how much you want me to eat your pussy,” I say, pushing her. “Tell me you want me to fuck your tight virgin cunt with my fingers and lap up your sweet juices with my tongue. Tell me you want me to suck your big pearl. Tell me you want me to eat you until you cum all over my face.”

“I—I—” she whispers. Then suddenly, something snaps and Makayla cries out, “Eat my pussy, Andrew! Please eat me until I cum all over your face. I need to feel your mouth on me. Please . . .”

“Your wish is my command, sexy,” I assure her. I spread her flower wide with my hands and caress her lips with mine; I let my tongue wander through her quim, lapping up the pussy dew beading her petals and tracing out all her nooks and crannies. Makayla moans, then cries out in pleasure when I suck her big inner lips into my mouth, with my tongue stuck in between them, and start sucking and licking and pulling on them.

I reach one hand back up and grab a tit, tweaking her nipple, and a small orgasm shudders through Makayla’s body. “More,” she pants. “Please—make me cum more—make me cum hard!” The gate of her cunt is too small for me to do much with my tongue, so I slip a finger in. I keep sucking her lips while I find her G-spot—which doesn’t take long, because her ridges are very prominent. When I begin to stroke it, she starts writhing and bucking her hips, and her love tunnel clamps down hard enough on my finger that I can’t really move it. It’s another small orgasm—another secondary summit to the mountain of her ecstasy—and it just leaves her hungrier.

I push a second finger in so that Makayla feels her pussy start to stretch; she gasps, then moans, “More . . . suck my clit, Andrew, please suck my clit.” I put my fingers to work on her G-spot, then shift my mouth up and caress her clit with my lips. I run my tongue all over it, then slap it a few times; I curl my tongue around it and move it in and out, tongue-wanking her little rod, which sets off another small orgasm.

This time, though, I don’t let Makayla stop to catch her breath. I lock my lips on her pearl and start suckling her hard and fast; at the same time, I pick up the pace with my fingers in her cunt. She writhes under me, gasping and panting, “Don’t stop—so good—I’ve never—what you’re doing—going crazy—can’t take it—don’t stop, please don’t stop—suck me harder—harder, Andrew—need you—I’m so—I’m so—I’m—I’m—AAAAHHHHH!” I wouldn’t have pegged her for a screamer, but I can’t deny the scream that tears loose from her throat. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a set of velvet thumbscrews, and she writhes and bucks and bounces and nearly throws herself clean off the loveseat. I think only the pressure of my face keeps that from happening, as I suckle her clit all the way through her climax, which may be the longest I’ve yet seen.

When Makayla’s cunt lets go of my fingers, I lift my head and look up. Her face is radiant, and tears are streaming from her closed eyes. She opens them and blinks, and whispers, “Thank you.” I stand up, lean forward, and kiss her. As we kiss, I’m startled to feel a slim hand fondle the bulge in my jeans. I break off and look at her. “Is that because of me?” she asks.

“I told you you’re sexy,” I say.