Lustly(31)

What was happening to me? How could I be okay with this?

When he stuck a finger between my folds he felt what I already knew was there. He groaned and shoved his finger inside of me. I arched my body in response and tiny cries escaped my lips.

While my mouth was half open, he pulled his finger out of me and stuck it between my lips. I was shocked that he wanted me to lick off my own juices. I took his whole finger into my mouth, trying so hard to convince him that I could be professional. I could be sexy if I tried.

However that wasn’t what he wanted. He pulled his finger away and kissed me again, tasting my * on my own lips. He then pulled down my bra and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard until I cried out in both pain and pleasure. He repeated with the other side then moved down quickly until he was between my legs. He didn’t pull off my underwear, but instead moved them to the side. I felt him licking the lips and then massaging them with his hand. He pinched at my clit and sucked it into his mouth tugging to get a rouse out of me. Then, like he was eager for the prize, I felt his tongue entering my *. He lifted up my legs, and I held them willingly up near my head, while he licked me from my * to my ass. I’d never been touched like that before, and the next time he sucked on my clit I cried out. I couldn’t hold in what was happening to me. It was like I’d been drugged to perform and I couldn’t stop until I was sexually exhausted. “Please don’t stop,” I cried. “Lick me again. Please.”

I must have sounded pathetic, but he didn’t let it show. I felt his tongue nearing my * again and my body shuddered. He flipped me around and separated my cheeks, licked them both before taking his tongue in between again. When he pulled away he slapped my ass and then started tapping his palm on my *. More groans escaped his lips and he drilled his fingers inside of me once more, and then leaned down to lick my little hole again.

His fingers pulled out and wet the skin from my * to my ass. He drove them inside of me, only to lick the remnants of what he’d spread around. I reached for my tits and pinched my own nipples, while lying on my stomach, and accepting that for the second time this man was making me feel things I never knew were possible. It made me question who was the client, because certainly he was doing all of the work.

Then he started tongue f*cking my ass. “Cum,” he whispered against it. I could feel his hot breath as his hard tongue pressed on my tiny hole, and his fingers repeatedly moved in and out of my *.

I let go.

I forgot about being in a hotel with a stranger.

I forgot about selling my body for money.

I forgot about who he was.

All I cared about was his talented mouth and what it was making me feel.

Frankie held his lips over me as I cried out loudly into the room, experiencing the hottest orgasm in the history of sex. He flipped me on my back and kissed me on the lips. Thank god he still tasted good, or it may have ruined the whole experience for both of us. His mouth was soft and gentle again as he let his body fall on the bed next to mine.

I felt him get up for a second and heard the shades being closed. The light at the top of my mask disappeared and I knew it was dark in the room. Frankie pulled off my mask allowing me to see that the room was darker than I could have pictured. Apparently the bedroom had the blackout panels, because I couldn’t see a hint of anything. He ran his hand up my abdomen and traced his way down my arm to find my hand.

He took mine and intertwined our fingers together. Then, silently, we lay there together, as if nothing had just happened between us.

I wanted to say something to him about our situation, but decided it was best to be a professional. Unfortunately being professional only lasted a few seconds. “I’ve cheated on my husband twice with you. Why don’t I feel bad about it?”

He laughed and pulled me into his arms, but said nothing. A few seconds later he started to kiss me again. Feeling like I was being selfish I reached down to touch him, to feel if he was hard, but he wouldn’t let my hand go past his waistline. “No.”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Not like this. Not like the last time,” he whispered.

“I wanted it.”

“Shh.” He kissed me again, breaking my train of thought.

I must have fallen asleep while in his arms, because I woke up to a dark room. Forgetting that I wasn’t supposed to see him, I reached over and turned on the light. Frankie was gone, but on the bed next to me was an envelope of cash, and a note.

Lily,

I refuse to call you Lustly. I know this is just business to you, and I can live with that, as long as I’m your only client. I hate this lifestyle, but you’re worth me going against my better judgment. Whether we meet again is up to you. I’m sorry that I went against my word and touched you today. Every time I’m near you I can’t help myself. Making you cum is worth every f*cking penny in that envelope. I’ll be here the same time next week. You don’t have to get dressed up for me if you decide to come. You’re the most beautiful when you’re comfortable.

Your client –

Frankie



After showering off any proof of what had happened, I counted the money three times and kept coming up with a thousand dollars. Since I was under the impression that I’d be drawing a check, I drove right to Ms. Cybil’s house. For one I needed to know if I’d just been tipped a grand for being an inconsiderate *, and giving Frankie nothing in return. Then I had a serious bone to pick with her about her little secret.