Mr Tongue Page 2

  Just as he got settled into bed for the night, his cell phone beeped from across the room, signaling a text message. "Now what?" he mumbled as he struggled back out of bed. Looking at the message on the screen, “6969.”, he mumbled

  "Holy Shit, Another one? I better stock up on vitamins."

  Glancing at the clock, he knew he should ignore the message and go to sleep since he had to be in court first thing in the morning. Curiosity nagged at him though, what if she’s really sexy and rich? I can’t turn down easy money.

  Sighing, with a cocky grin on his face he dialed the number, "Yes?" a woman answered.

  "Mr Tongue, here. How may my tongue be of service to you?" he asked.

  "I want you to drive to my house, show me what that tongue can do. And if I’m impressed with your services, I want you to fuck me good and hard with that big cock of yours."

  "It will be my pleasure…and yours too, he added, while adjusting his hard cock, so he could zip his jeans."

  “Do you guarantee your services?”

  “Uh, yes,” he said, saying the first thing he thought of, “If you’re not satisfied, the next session will be free.”

  "Oh, yes," she said, giving him her address, "be here within the hour. Don’t keep me waiting. I need your cock now”

  Hanging up the phone, he glanced at the address he had jotted down, fumbling with his shoes as he realized that it would take at least thirty minutes to drive out to the suburbs. Grabbing his keys, he hurriedly sprayed on some cologne and locked the door.

  Pulling up to the address the woman had given him on the phone, he thought that he must have written it down wrong, seeing a huge mansion with a security gate. He pulled in and looked up at the security camera as he pressed the call button and waited.

  "May I help you?" a male voice responded.

  "I think I might have the wrong address," Matthew said.

  "Not if you are the…eh…Mr Tongue?" the voice crackled over the speaker.

  "Yes, that’s me" he said as the massive gate slowly started to creak open.

  Following the road up to the circle driveway, he parked and walked up to the front door just as it opened. Appearing to be a butler, the man said, "Follow me," leading him up a spiral staircase.

  Feeling a bit awestruck by the house, Matt gawked at the beauty and style of everything within sight. The framed paintings looked like they belonged in a museum, each one probably worth more then he ever hoped to make in his lifetime.

  Stopping up ahead of him, the butler waited for him to catch up, and then opened a door, "Wait in here. Ms. Hartman will be with you momentarily.

  Stepping through the doorway, Matthew found himself in a bedroom larger than his entire house. In the center of the room, sat a king size bed with a canopy, directly across from a set of French doors. He looked outside, seeing a balcony, over looking a swimming pool, jumping slightly when a female voice behind him said,

  "Sasha’s right. You do have a nice ass."

  Turning around, he smiled at the dark skinned woman in her mid to late forties. Her blue eyes taking in every detail of him as she walked toward him with her long black hair cascading seductively down her back. She wore a champagne colored negligee that left nothing to the imagination.

  Watching her intently as she stood still, showing him everything he had to work with, he could see the dark areolas of her large breasts, bringing a sigh of content from him.

  “Like what you see, Mr. Tongue?” she teased.

  Nodding, he licked his lips, “Yes, I’m a breast man,” with his eyes moving down her lovely body to her neatly groomed cleft.

  He got a great view of her ass, when she finally turned to close the door. Her heart shaped ass, flowed smoothly to her very long legs that he couldn't wait to crawl between.

  "Let's get down to business, shall we? My name is Jasmine. I need licked, sucked and fucked in every imaginable position. I am willing to pay triple your flat rate, if you do a good job."

  "Sounds good," Matthew said as he mentally calculated what he bills he could pay, if he lived through the night. It had been years since he had pulled an all nighter, and never with three different women on the same night.

  As she turned to leave, he asked "Where are you going?"

  Smiling, she pointed at the French doors, "Go out onto the balcony. Then go down the stairs and follow the path out to the garden. I will join you in a few minutes."

  Doing as she had instructed, he went down the exterior stairs of the balcony, following the path to the huge garden where there were dozens of flower beds. The paths were lined with shaped bushes and in the center stood a fountain and a gazebo.

  Thinking, a romp under the stars sounded fun to him; his cock began to throb with anticipation as he sat down on a bench. He had his back to the house, so he didn't see Jasmine coming down the path. He smelled her though. The cool breeze spread the smell of her perfume through the garden.

  Looking over his shoulder, he nearly fell off the bench at the sight of her standing there, naked and standing next to her, another woman that looked just like her.

  "This is Natalie, my sister. We want you to please both of us," Jasmine said.

  "Holy Shit!" he mumbled as he thought, every wet dream I’ve ever had is about to come true.

  Taking him by the hand, they stepped into the gazebo, smiling coyly at him as they stripped off their negligees and sat on a bench, with him between them.

  One on each side, I must be dreaming. I hope that I am going to be the center of a sexy cougar sandwich, he thought as he smiled nervously at them.

  Reaching for him at the same time, the twins undressed him, stripping him off buck naked in record time. Matthew’s cock stood at full attention as they dropped to their knees, lavishing him with kisses and licks. Running her tongue up and down the side of his shaft, Natalie gazed seductively into his eyes as Jasmine sucked the tip of his shaft.

  Oh my God! I am their sex toy, he said to himself.

  Letting out a loud groan, as each of them gently sucked a ball into their mouth, he put his hands on their heads, urging them to continue. Suddenly, they grabbed him by his arms and pulled him off the bench, causing him to think, these two have worked as a team before.

  Lying on the floor of the gazebo, he grinned as Jasmine climbed on his face and Natalie mounted his length, taking him in to the hilt. Parting Jasmine’s lips with his tongue, he teased her clit and slid a long finger into her as her sister rode his cock with a steady rhythm. Rocking against him in unison, Jasmine moaned as he slid a second finger into her wet pussy, allowing her to fuck herself with his digits as he nibbled her swollen nub

  Increasing their speed, the women rode him harder and faster, bringing a groan from him when Natalie tightened her muscles around his girth, milking him. Thrusting against her, he pulled his fingers out of Jasmine, replacing it with his wild wiggling tongue. Gripping her thighs with his hands, he held her in place as he French kissed her pussy, lapping at her juices, bringing a squeal of delight from her.

  As her sister’s pleasure increased, Natalie bucked against him harder, bouncing her pussy lips against his balls. Grunting, Matt tensed, fighting to remain in control of his muscles as her velvet heat rippled against his cock. Unable to hold back, his staff exploded in her hot depths, as Jasmine began to shake and quiver against his tongue, spraying her juices into his willing mouth.

  As the sisters dismounted, he gasped for breath, taking in the sight of their naked bodies as they left the gazebo and slid into the swimming pool. Pulling himself up to the bench, he watched as they swam several laps, before joining them. The water felt soothing against his hot, sweaty body as he sat on the pool steps. Standing on the diving board, Natalie bounced lightly causing her breasts to jiggle wildly when she dove into the pool.

  I’d like to bend her over and ride her and see how hard those tits can bounce, he thought as he unconsciously licked his lips, and then turned to look at Jasmine.

  She sat on the other set of
steps across the pool, with the water lapping at her breasts. Locking her eyes on his, she leaned back, teasing her hard nipples with her fingertips. Standing up, he moved closer to her, aware of Natalie as she moved toward her sister as well. Jasmine rose, beckoning him as she turned over, kneeling on all fours on the steps.

  "Fuck me," she said.

  Not needing a second invitation, he squeezed her firm ass with his hands as he positioned his cock head in her slit. Leaning forward he gripped her shoulders for leverage, thrusting hard as Natalie lay down on a lounger in front of them, spreading her legs wide, caressing herself.

  Keeping his eyes locked on her hands, he busied himself fucking her sister with hard, rapid strokes. As his balls ricocheted off of Jasmine’s swollen pussy lips, Natalie rocked her pelvis with each thrust.

  Finding it very erotic to watch a woman pleasure herself while observing him fucking, he growled with lust, driving his length into Jasmine deeper. The contrast of the cold water and body heat made the sensations twice as intense, rocking him to the very core.

  Then without warning, Jasmine pulled away, turning to face him and sat on the step again as she sucked his shaft deep into her throat, causing him to groan. She took him in and out of her mouth rapidly. Each time the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, it felt like he might explode as she swallowed the head, repeatedly, bringing him closer to orgasm.

  Looking over at Natalie again he watched as she pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy, licking them very slowly. The intensity of the blowjob from Jasmine while watching Natalie’s mouth quickly brought on his orgasm as his hot load spilled onto Jasmine's tongue, she gulped it all down, letting her sister join her to help lick his cock clean. Feeling his knees give out at the touch of both their tongues, Matt fell back in the water, gasping for air as the twins started laughing.

  Fending them off, he said, "Ok, ladies. I am done for the night. I have to be at work in a few hours."

  Climbing out of the pool on shaky legs, he dried off and got dressed in the gazebo, finding Jasmine waiting for him on the patio.

  Patting him on the ass, she handed him an envelope and said, "I put a little bonus in there for you."

  He looked at the money as he followed the path around the house to the driveway, whistling as he counted ten one-hundred dollar bills,

  "If this keeps up, I will be able to retire by the end of the year.”

  Getting home at 4a.m., he turned his cell phone off and fell into bed, over sleeping and barely making it to court on time, just as the judge lifted the gavel to announce a fine for him not showing up. His client let out a sigh of relief as Matthew rushed into the courtroom, apologizing to the judge. Avoiding a fine but not a lecture about timeliness, court seemed to drag on forever even though the preliminary hearing ended by 10 a.m.

  The entire day seemed to go slow and every time he had a chance to catch a catnap at his desk, the phone woke him. By 5 p.m. Matt wanted to go home and sleep fourteen hours, opting instead to fill his briefcase with legal briefs that he intended on working on all evening, he headed out into rush hour traffic, stopping for takeout deli food on his way home.

  No sooner then he had eaten and started on the first brief, a number showed up on his cell phone screen. Having muted the ringer, he flipped the phone face down so it wouldn’t distract him when the screen lit up. Fifteen minutes of research in his law books and his mind began to wander,

  What if it is a hot, horny and willing woman on the phone wanting to hire me? Maybe, I should call the number and see if…uh no, I need to work. I’ve still got my day job to think of but…

  “Ah, fuck it,” he said, scooping the phone up, seeing he had text messages from the same number, the messages all identical with ‘6969’.

  As he dialed the number, his cock twitched in anticipation.

  "It's about time you called me back," Sasha said.

  Not recognizing her voice until she continued, “Its Sasha. We met in the bar the other night…”

  "Oh…Sasha! Uh, sorry. I fell asleep," he lied.

  "Did you forget to come to the hotel to meet me for lunch?" she asked.

  Slapping his palm against his forehead, he grumbled, "Yes, it slipped my mind. I had a bad day at work.”

  "Well, come over to my house and I will give you Valerie's money. You can apologize for standing me up at lunch, by giving me a freebie plus I’ve got you another client," she said.

  The way she said it, made it seem like a request that he couldn't refuse.

  "Alright," he mumbled after she gave him directions to her house, which happened to only be a ten minute drive from his place.

  Answering the door wearing a short blue robe, with her hair wrapped in a towel, she smiled and beckoned him inside. Catching a whiff of her shampoo as he squeezed past her into the foyer, he inhaled deeply as she handed him some money.

  "Here is the payment that Valerie promised.”

  Shoving the cash in his pocket without bothering to count it, he followed her into the kitchen, watching her hips sway seductively as she glanced over her shoulder, “Are you hungry?"

  Nodding his head with a sheepish grin, as his stomach growled in response, barely having tasted the quick bite he had eaten earlier. Settling on a bar stool at kitchen island, his eyes followed Sasha as she opened the fridge, bending down to dig through the crisper drawers.

  Matthew’s eyes widened in response as her robe slid up, revealing her bare ass cheeks, his cock swelling to full attention instantly. Tilting his head, gave him a better look. He could see her pussy lips, giving him the urge to bury his face between them.

  She stood back up with the makings for sandwiches, smiling as she dropped it all on the countertop. Casually, she untied her robed, baring her breasts so he could watch as they swayed with her movements while she made turkey sandwiches.

  They ate in living room, drinking wine and sitting on a thick throw rug in front of the fireplace. Eating in silence, they wasted no time in getting down to business afterwards as she slid the robe off and lay back. She didn't have to say a word, he knew what she wanted.

  Pulling off his own clothes he crawled between her legs, parting her folds as he flicked his tongue against her clit with feather light strokes. She began to squirm, as he lavished her with his tongue, while teasing her nipples with his fingers.

  Wiggling his tongue like a snake, he slid it in and out of her pussy, rapidly. Gasping, Sasha arched her back, pressing herself against his face. Her juices coated Matthew’s face as he buried it deeper in her slit, zig-zagging his wild tongue along her slippery folds.

  Knowing she must be close to coming as her thighs locked tightly around his head, nearly suffocating him before he pried her legs open. He held her down as he teased her by licking her slower, wondering if he could make her beg to come. Restraining himself from shoving his cock into her dripping wet pussy, he repeatedly licked and nibbled her until she neared the edge of orgasm, stopping until she relaxed several times.

  Whimpering in protest, she begged, “Please, don’t stop! I need to come!"

  Ignoring her pleas, he caressed her clit gently with the pad of his thumb, teasing her with light strokes then quitting again. Mumbling and growling in frustration, she suddenly sat up, pushing him to the side, onto his back. Before he could react, she straddled his cock, rapidly taking in his full length.

  Groaning as her velvety heat wrapped him in pleasure; Matthew gripped her waist, guiding her as she moved her pelvis against him. Matching the pace she set, he groaned loudly as he watched her breasts bounce with each stroke. Longing to suck her nipples, he tried to sit up, but Sasha put her hands against his chest, leaning over him and holding him in place.

  In spite of the fact that he knew he could easily escape her hold, he let her keep him pinned down, turned on by a woman taking control of his pleasure. Smiling slyly, she increased her speed undulating herself faster and harder until she felt him tense beneath her. Much to his agony, she abruptly stopped fucking him, simul
taneously squeezing her inner muscles around him like a vise, almost painfully increasing his pleasure as she smiled at him devilishly.

  Whimpering, he tried to thrust against her but she only tightened her grip on him, not giving him any mercy until he stopped moving. Finally, she released her hold on his cock, slowly gliding up and down, closing her eyes, and losing herself in the moment as Matt took the chance to regain control.

  Sliding his arms up her back, he pulled her flat against him, and then in one quick movement, he rolled them, driving himself into her to the hilt as she gasped and arched against him. Unable to hold his desire back any longer, he thrust hard and fast with a frenzied need.

  With a purring sound, Sasha moaned, “Oh yes, come with me, now.”

  Grunting, Matt said, “Oh fuck yes," with his body lurching as her tight pussy milked the come from him as he fell against her, burying his face in her hair.

  As she gradually released her grip on him, he rolled to the side, gasping for breath, thinking he didn't have the strength to get up. Looking over at him, Sasha smiled, her face flushed with orgasmic bliss and beads of sweat pouring down her body giving him an idea.

  Somehow, mustering up the strength, he stood and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her up the stairs, following her directions to the master suite. Setting her on the bed, he walked into the master suite bathroom, his eyes widening at the size of the bathtub, which looked more like an indoor swimming pool.

  Flipping the power switch, he adjusted the thermostat as the water began to bubble, turning the lights down low before returning to the bedroom to get Sasha. Carrying her to the giant tub, he carefully stepped into the water, sinking into a sitting position.

  With her leaning against his chest, he closed his eyes, relaxing as the warm bubbling water massaged him. Catching himself starting to doze off, Matthew grabbed a bottle of body wash, pouring it onto the palm of his hand, caressing the ridges of her spine with his fingertips bringing soft moans of pleasure from her.