PAID FOR THE PLEASURE
Adrie Santos
I couldn’t believe I was doing it—responding to an ad at all, never mind such a strange one. I listened to his introduction one last time: “I am looking for serious replies only…” His voice was monotone—almost cold. “I am a fifty-two-year-old, average-looking man with a fetish for giving oral pleasure. I am seeking women who will allow me to come into their homes or a hotel to pleasure them orally and I expect nothing in return. I am also willing to compensate.” That was it. It wasn’t a particularly dynamic pitch, and not even remotely sexy by normal standards, yet I was drawn to it.
I had started using this telephone dating service one drunken night with some friends as a joke, and would on the occasional late night get on to kill some time and sometimes reply to ads with a message at best. Never had I dared to chat live.
My heart raced as I pressed one to request a live connection. I was nervous and incredibly excited at the thought of what I was about to get myself into. Being an attractive girl with everything most people would want—a great job and a beautiful place—might lead one to wonder why I would respond to such an ad, but I was wet at the mere idea, and determined to follow through.
“Thank you for getting back to me,” he began. “Let me tell you about myself; I am fifty-two with an average build. My hair is gray and thinning. I wear glasses and consider myself to be very average looking. I am a business professional who has a fetish for giving oral pleasure. I am looking to meet ladies who will allow me to come over and eat them out with no strings attached. I have done this before and am told that I do it well. Our sessions would last approximately one hour. I enjoy licking not only pussy but ass as well. I am serious, clean, and safe and assure you discretion. I do not like to waste my time. Are you interested or not?”
I sat there for a moment stunned at his cut and dry speech, at the same time my clit was so hard and excited that it hurt. “I’m very interested,” I finally said.
We went on to agree that we would meet at my place the following Wednesday afternoon. He didn’t ask for a description, stating that age, race, and looks were unimportant, but I insisted on letting him know the basics; that I am a petite, long-haired blonde with an ample bottom and bosom. I figured that would help make the whole thing feel a little less impersonal.
Wednesday finally rolled around and I stood looking in the mirror, wondering what to wear for such an occasion. I couldn’t exactly call up a friend: “Hey Deb, what should I wear for my afternoon of pussy eating?”
I decided on something simple: a black V-neck top—he hadn’t mentioned a cleavage fetish, but I figured it couldn’t hurt—and a knee-length denim skirt with black boots. I didn’t bother with panties—it seemed kinda pointless.
When he rang from downstairs, I did a quick primping of my long hair and touched up my lip gloss, making sure that my lips looked pink and wet—perfect for the occasion. My body trembled as I turned the doorknob. There he was, looking exactly as I had imagined, maybe a tad older. He was only a bit taller than I was and resembled my old science teacher. He was not someone that I would ever give a second glance to. He was old enough to be my father.
His hand was cold when he shook mine, barely cracking a smile. “Let’s get started. Shall we stay here?” He pointed to the sofa in my living room.
“Sure,” was all I could get out as he led me to the sofa and instructed me to sit down.
Almost clinically he told me he wanted to begin with my pussy. It felt so dirty: having this old, generic man in a respectable shirt and tie getting down on his knees in front of me using words like pussy and cunt. It was inappropriate and utterly exciting at the same time. I lifted my hips and ass off the sofa just enough for him to raise my skirt. I felt like a patient about to be examined by her doctor. I looked down and could see my clean-shaven cunt already glistening—had I ever been so juicy? He ran his hand over my damp, smooth skin, expressing his approval of my clean, bald mound. My knees shook as he pushed them farther apart and leaned in closer. I could feel his hot breath on my skin for a moment, and then he finally placed his open lips on mine. First some kisses all around my inner thighs and outer lips, then his fingers pulled at my delicate skin, parting my cunt lips until I could feel my pussy open wide—ready for his tongue.
I lay back with my eyes closed and just enjoyed the feeling of his tongue running up and down, all over my hot pussy. As he began sucking my clit, I sat up just enough to watch him. Every now and then he would glance up at me with his glasses steamed, his mouth and chin drenched with my juices. His expression was almost trancelike. I could see he was loving every lick.
Just as I would start to quiver, feeling myself ready to come, he would pause and change technique to put off my explosion for just a little longer. I could feel my hard nipples under my top as I watched him suck on my clit, squeezing my inner thighs with his fingers digging into my flesh, completely unaware of how rough he was being—but I was enjoying every second of it, more than anything I had ever experienced before.
I was mesmerized by the sight of this seemingly uptight man going at my cunt with such skill. I couldn’t take it anymore and was about to explode when he took his face out from in between my legs and wiped the juice from his face.
“Have you ever had your asshole licked clean by a man’s tongue?” he asked in that now familiar dry tone.
Before I got the chance to fully reply no, he instructed me to kneel down on the couch facing away from him. He raised my skirt again and used his hands to guide me into position, lifting my bare ass higher into the air. He spread my cheeks apart and quickly placed his mouth in between. His hot, wet tongue ran up and down my crack, his saliva running freely down toward my wet pussy. It felt amazing. I reached down with one hand and rubbed my clit as he slid his tongue into my asshole. It darted in and out quickly, and though I had never had anal sex before, I began to long for a hard cock to push into me. My whole body was on fire. I pushed my ass against his face, trying to get his tongue farther into me, at the same time fingering my cunt like mad. My insides began to tremble; I knew I was about to come, but it wasn’t anything like the other times. It wasn’t just my clit that was ready to explode; it was all of me.
He reached for the hand that was pumping in and out of my cunt and pushed it away, whispering into my ass, “Just let go…,” and I did. My entire body trembled as I came, hard and fast. I could feel my buildup of juices flowing out of my cunt as my knees buckled and I collapsed downward, his tongue quickly moving to my cunt hole and lapping up everything that was coming out.
When the frenzy of my climax was over, I glanced lazily over at him and saw that his cock was out of his pants and he was wiping away his own come, some of which had gotten on his pants. I had been so sedated by my own pleasure I hadn’t realized what eating my pussy was doing for him.
“That was amazing,” I marveled, my cunt still throbbing from my climax. “Would you like me to do anything for you?” I asked, to show my sincere gratitude. “No, thank you. You gave me what I needed,” was all he said.
I sat and watched him zip up his pants and get himself together; my legs were still open, my swollen cunt exposed. He stood up and thanked me, his face somber, and in that dry tone, he told me to give him a call the following week to arrange our next session. He disappeared through the door, leaving behind fifty dollars next to my telephone.