Mr Tongue Read online

  © 2012 by JK Honeycutt

  Slamming his office door in frustration, Matthew stared at the pile of unpaid bills on the desk. His struggling law practice seemed to be slowly failing because a couple clients with large accounts had gone bankrupt. The revenue from their assets that had been sold at auction had not been enough to cover their debts much less legal fees.

  “I didn't spend years in Law school to end up filing bankruptcy too," he mumbled.

  Trying to think of a way to make some extra money, he remembered what one of his friends had suggested to him. "Why don't you become a gigolo?"

  Laughing it off at the time, he now wondered if the idea had potential. His dreams of being a highly successful attorney were slowly slipping down the drain. Feeling desperate enough to try anything at that point, even breaking the law, he took a deep breath and said,

  "Some times you just have to say what the fuck and do it anyway."

  Grabbing his briefcase, he headed home with the hopes of having a stress free evening. Kicking off his shoes the instant he stepped into his house, he stripped as he walked to the bedroom to go take a shower. Sliding under the steaming hot spray of water, he moaned as the heat soothed his aching shoulders. The tension gradually faded as he relaxed.

  As he lathered his entire body with soap, he thought about going out for a night on the town as a gigolo, wondering if he could find any women that would be willing to pay him for sex. Being in his late thirty's, women didn't chase after him like they did during his college years.

  Debating between calling his, girlfriend, Carrie, or being picked up by strange women in bars, his cock twitched at the idea of sticking it into a stranger’s hot pussy. He quickly finished up his shower in the hopes of getting laid by a horny drunken woman at the bar.

  After shaving, he splashed on some cologne and dressed casually in tight jeans and a black t-shirt, not wanting to dress too flashy. Jumping in his SUV, he cruised to the bar, getting there just in time to snag a good spot at the far end of the bar where he could check out every woman coming through the door.

  Ordering a shot of whiskey, Matthew checked out the few women there, wondering if any of them might be in need of a gigolo but they all seemed to be with other men already. Sighing in frustration, he tried to focus on the TV. He hated television, rarely watching it, preferring to work rather than rot his brain by watching mind numbing shows.

  Ready to give up and go home, after half an hour he stood to leave, stopping in his tracks when he saw a woman enter the bar. Her long auburn hair swung seductively in rhythm with her hips, as she walked to the bar and ordered a drink. Matthew’s eyes slowly slid down her form, admiring her tight fuchsia sweater stretching over her breasts.

  Staring at her firm mounds like a hungry lion, he licked his lips, having had a breast fetish since he hit puberty. Kissing, sucking, fondling and fucking them were all among his favorite past times. He couldn't get enough. The more tits he saw, the more he craved them.

  This particular woman appeared to have very large nipples. They were pushing against the straining fabric of her sweater when she turned to sit on a bar stool. She glanced over at Matthew, catching him staring at her chest, giving him a knowing smile. He didn't bother looking away; to horny to care that she had caught him checking her out.

  Flashing a confident smile, as she slid off the stool and moved to one next to him, he said, “Hi there.”

  Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "What's a nice guy like you, doing in a place like this?" Almost choking on his drink, unable to believe a woman had used such an old pick-up line like that on him, he coughed and cleared his throat. He could see that she wore expensive clothes and jewelry. Her perfume smelled exquisite. She reeked of style and money.

  He thought, it's now or never, taking a deep breath to keep from chickening out.

  When he finally spoke, in a low voice, he said, "I am here looking for women who might be interested in hiring me for some…uh…companionship."

  Her eyes twinkled and widened, "Oh, really? Does that mean women will pay you to spend time talking to them here in the bar?"

  "Not exactly. They would…uh… pay me for any services they might require a man to fulfill." Matthew said, emphasizing his words with a lustful glance at her breasts.

  A look of realization spread across her face. "Uhhmmm...is that like a gigolo?" she said hesitantly with one eyebrow cocked.

  "Yes," he answered, hoping she wouldn’t freak out.

  Half expecting her to tell him off and leave at that point, he held his breath waiting for her angry words but instead she continued to sit there. She seemed to be thinking as the silence between them stretched on to the point of being awkward. He wished he had kept his mouth shut about being a gigolo.

  Then she suddenly turned on her stool, facing him and crossing her long slender legs. Her short black skirt slowly inched up her thighs as she tapped her right foot against his stool while staring at him. Forcing himself to watch her eyes instead of her breasts, he followed her gaze as she studied his mouth and then dropped her eyes to evaluate his body.

  “Stand up,” she said.

  “Why?”

  “Show me what you’ve got to offer. I want to see your butt,” she giggled, taking a swig of her drink and signaling the bartender for another one.

  As he drained his drink and ordered another, he wondered why she would need the services of a gigolo with her looks, body and obvious class. Unable to resist an opportunity that might lead to sex; he did as she asked standing and turning his backside toward her.

  “Very nice,” she said reaching over and giving his ass a squeeze.

  His mouth fell open when she asked, "How much would you charge me for one night of your services?"

  He just gawked. She had caught him off guard. He didn't know what to say because he never thought he’d find a willing woman that would pay. She took his silence for mistrust,

  "I'm not a cop, if that's what you’re worried about," sticking out her hand, "My name is Sasha"

  Shaking her hand, he responded, "I'm Matt."

  She tipped her head back, and laughed. "Are you sure you're a gigolo? That doesn't sound like a name one would use."

  He snickered and said, "I am kind of new at this. I didn't think about getting a nickname. Maybe I need a porn star name like Long Dong Silver."

  Sasha laughed as she looked him up and down, and then said, "How about calling yourself Mr. Tongue?"

  When Matthew finally quit laughing, he said, "Why would I want to call myself that?"

  Leaning close to him, looking him straight in the eye, in a sultry voice, she whispered, "Most women are in dire need of a man who knows how to use his tongue and isn't afraid to use it. I could get you a lot of customers. I am willing to pay for your services tonight. All you have to do is bring me to orgasm one time and I will pay you for a whole nights work. I know lots of women, whose husbands don't satisfy them, if you’re interested."

  He thought about it for half a second as his twitching cock told him the answer. "Sounds like a deal to me."

  They spent the next ten minutes haggling over the price while they finished their drinks, settling on her paying him $250 if she orgasmed, $125 if not.. Matthew thought he had misheard her when she named the amount she agreed to pay.

  If I could make that kind of money every night, and have sex with several different women, I would be out of debt in less than a year, he thought.

  Sasha decided she wanted to get a hotel room, leading the way in her BMW. During the drive, Matthew's stomach rumbled nervously, knowing he had to perform well to get paid the big bucks. Somehow he managed to stay calm pulling up to the curb behind her car at the hotel, handing the valet his keys and pocketing the receipt. He sat in the lobby while she checked in
, casually stepping on the elevator after her.

  As the doors slid shut, she turned to face him, backing him up to the wall, as she pressed her body against him, whispering,

  "I hope you have a lot of stamina, Mr. Tongue. You’re going to need it. It's been months since I’ve had sex and even longer since I had a good orgasm."

  The tip of his tongue nervously darted out, licking his bottom lip as his cock swelled in response to the feel of her breasts. Taking his hand in hers when the elevator chimed and the doors opened, she led the way to the room.

  He followed her, barely getting the door shut before she pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck while embracing his waist with her legs, He reacted quickly, cupping her firm ass with his hands, walking toward the bed as she kissed him softly and said,

  “Show me what your tongue can do."

  Grinning, he set her down on the bed and started undressing her, “Your wish is my command.”

  Sliding his hands down her breasts, her nipples hardening at his touch as he gently pulled the cashmere sweater over her head. Dropping to his knees, he pressed his face against her cleavage inhaling deeply as he unhooked her black lace bra, groaning in pleasure as her plump breasts bounced against his face.

  Swirling his tongue across her milky white breasts, Sasha gasped as he nibbled and sucked her nipples, groaning in frustration as she pushed his head lower by firmly pressing her hands against his forehead.

  "Now, it’s time you earn the Mr. Tongue nickname."

  Wanting her approval as well as her money, he slid between her thighs, nuzzling them very gently, working his way up to her satiny folds. Parting her lips with his tongue, he fluttered it lightly against her clit bringing a soft moan in response as her musky scent empowered him to lick her faster. Sliding a finger inside her as she pressed her mound against his face, nibbling her as he worked a second and third digit into her heat

  "Don't stop!" she whispered, rocking against Matthew as his cock swelled even more at the sound of her words, straining against his tight jeans.

  Using his free hand, he unzipped his jeans, kicking them off as he continued devouring her, she arched toward him.

  "Oh, Yes!" she squealed as orgasmic release swept her away faster then she thought possible.

  He greedily lapped up her juices, unable to stop because something about the flavor of a woman always made him very hot. Matthew didn't stop licking until she had climaxed several more times. .

  Lying there, gasping for breath with her heart pounding in her ears, Sasha sighed contently. It had been way too long since she had come like that. She looked over at Matthew when he crawled up on the bed next to her, holding his thick cock in his hand. She watched him stroking it very slowly.

  Her nipples hardened and tingled as she cupped her ample breasts, caressing herself. She smiled when he groaned, and increased the stroking of his shaft. Twirling her nipples between her fingertips, she locked her eyes on his, knowing he wanted to do much more than eat her pussy.

  Rolling over, she licked her lips as she turned her body and straddled him, facing his cock as she pushed his hand away replacing it with her mouth. He groaned deeply as she sucked his length into her throat, moaning as he wrapped his arms around her thighs pulling her wet slit back to his mouth.

  Sasha set the pace sucking his length with a slow but steady pace, deep throating him with every stroke. Each time his cock head entered her throat, she swallowed rapidly. Her muscles milked his shaft tirelessly as Matthew fought to remain in control. He lapped and nibbled her folds as he cupped her ass firmly, burying his face as deeply as possible between her lips.

  He didn’t think it possible, but she actually increased the suction of her luscious mouth as she increased the speed, causing his balls to tighten and his cock to twitch against her tongue as her clit throbbed in his mouth. Ready for his orgasm, Sasha moaned and took him in balls deep as she swallowed his hot come with him thrashing and groaning in pleasure beneath her.

  Matthew’s eyes rolled up in his head as his cock erupted, leaving him feeling as if a vacuum cleaner had just drained him. His head fell against the pillow with his face coated in her juices. Vaguely aware of her tongue lapping at his softening cock, licking him clean, he whimpered and closed his eyes just to rest them for a minute.

  The bed shifted as she rolled off of him. He dozed, aware of the shower running, a slight smile on his face as he dreamed of retiring from his day job to be a fulltime gigolo. When she came back from the shower, Sasha nudged him as she dried off and pulled her clothes on.

  "Very well done, Mr. Tongue. Your work is well worth the money. I will highly recommend you to my friends. Do you have a phone number I could give them so they can get in touch with you?"

  He gave her his cell phone number, “Tell them to text me the numbers ‘6969’, so I know it’s not work related.”

  "Is it alright if I call you, when I am in need of your services again?" she said.

  "Oh my God, yes. My cock has never been sucked with that much enthusiasm before," he laughed with a sheepish grin on his face.

  Smiling, she ran the tip of her tongue along her lips, mumbling, “It’s worth every penny,” as she pressed a wad of money to his hand, whispering, “Thank you, Mr. Tongue,” before grabbing her purse and leaving.

  Sitting up as the door clicked shut, his eyes widened as he counted the money in his hand, thinking,

  Holy shit…one, two, three, four, five hundred dollars. If she’s got a lot of horny friends, this might turn out to be my new career after all.

  Taking a quick shower, he dressed and left the hotel. He drove home; having barely pulled into the driveway when he got a text from a number he didn’t recognize, but he saw the 6969 text message.

  "Wow! Word spreads fast," he laughed and dialed the number as he went inside.

  "Hello?" a sexy female voice answered.

  "Hi, this is..Ma.., um... Mr. Tongue. Did you text me?" he said.

  "Yes, I heard from my friend, Sasha, that you might be offering a service that I need," she said.

  "Really? What service do desire?" he asked.

  "Nothing extravagant. I want you to talk dirty to me. If you do it so good that I orgasm over the phone, then I will pay you double," she said.

  "How will you pay me? You don't know me," he said.

  "I will give the money to Sasha tomorrow morning. She will meet you for lunch at the restaurant in the hotel you were at earlier."

  Matthew figured what the hell? Even if I don't get paid for doing this, it will be one hell of a turn on to hear this woman getting off over the phone.

  As he settled himself into his recliner he said, "Ok, for starters, what's your name?"

  "Valerie," she responded.

  "What do you like, Valerie?" he asked.

  "I love for a man to take control. I like to have my pussy eaten until I scream, followed by him making me suck his cock and drink his come. Then I like to be fucked from behind, really hard and fast."

  By the time she finished saying that, Matthew's cock stood at attention. Her sexy voice sent fire through his veins. He wanted to hear her come.

  In a quiet voice, he said, "You’re laying on my bed, naked. I’m starting at your feet, working my way up your body, covering you in kisses. Now I’m parting your thighs with my hands, and burying my face against your wet pussy as I swirl my tongue around your clit, licking it very lightly."

  "Oh, yes," Valerie whispered.

  Matt unzipped his jeans, unleashing his monster boner before he started talking again. He slowly stroked it as he talked, "My tongue zig-zags wildly, up and down your delicious slit. I’m probing your wet pussy with it, tasting your sweet juices."

  He could hear her moaning on the phone. "Are you touching yourself, Valerie?" he asked.

  "Yes," she answered.

  "Good. Now I want you to rub your clit and finger yourself. Imagine that it's my tongue," he said.

  “Um…I’m not sure,” she mumbled.
/>   “Do it! Touch your clit now, Valerie,” Matthew interrupted, using a commanding tone.

  "Oh… yes," she gasped, her voice quivering.

  "I’m lavishing you with licks and nibbles. Moving back and forth between your clit and juicy pussy, so fast that it feels like I have two tongues," he whispers as she moans louder and her breathing quickens.

  Massaging his cock a little faster, he went at a steady rhythm trying not to come before her, continuing to whisper loudly into the phone, "I’m licking and gently biting your clit, making you squeal as an orgasm rocks you.”

  "Oh, my! Make me suck your cock now," she pleaded.

  The tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum as he slowed his stroking, with sweat beading on his forehead, barely able to concentrate on talking, "I’m sliding up your body to your chest, straddling you. I’m cupping and caressing your breasts. Now I’m pushing forward until the head of my cock is against your lips. Open your mouth and suck me.”

  “You lift your head, opening your mouth as I push the tip of my shaft in. You suck it as I start fucking your tits. I stroke your breasts, moving deeper into your mouth with each thrust," he said before groaning.

  "Come in my mouth, so I can taste you," she gasped.

  “I fuck your mouth faster and harder, going deeper as you struggle to swallow my large cock as I fist two handfuls of your hair and ram my full length into your throat just as my cock explodes. You eagerly drink every drop of my hot come, loving the taste of it. I hold still until you lick my cock clean.”

  Breathing rapidly in his ear, Valerie moaned and cried out as she fingered herself to orgasm, which set off Matt’s orgasm, his come shooting halfway across the room.

  As she let out a long sigh, he said, “Did you like that?”

  "Oh, fuck yes. If you were here, I would gladly pay you to lick me clean," she responded. He groaned then said, "If you would like to do this in person sometime, you have my cell number. My tongue aims to please, whether it’s talking dirty or licking a pussy."

  Laughing, she said, "Thanks I might call you sometime. I will give your money to Sasha," and the phone went silent as she hung up. Matthew cleaned up his mess off the floor, hoping that Valerie would really pay up, but if she didn't, life wouldn't end. Besides, he hadn't come that hard in a long time.