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  Turning to face away from him, she pressed her back to his chest as his hands massaged her full breasts as gently as a baker kneading dough. Taking his time, thoroughly washing her, he twirled her nipples with his fingertips as he nuzzled her ears with his lips.

  As he worked her into a frenzy, she bit her lower lip, fighting the animal lust building inside her. Moaning, she slid one hand between her legs, teasing herself as she reached behind herself to grip his rock hard erection. Moving his hands to cover hers, with one he helped her tickle her clit while moving his other hand in rhythm with hers as she stroked his shaft.

  Up and down, round and round, their fingers went, swirling into her folds; her panting and moaning increasing as their mutual grips around his cock tightened. Turning to glance at him, she allowed him to pull her in for a deep kiss. Pulling back from her hungry mouth, he whispered, “I want to fuck that pussy hard and fast.”

  Smiling coyly, she glided to the other end of the enormous tub, kneeling on the steps and wiggling her ass at him, “Come and get it,” she giggled.

  Sasha barely had the words out of her mouth, before he had his throbbing shaft in her wet slit. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples as he slid inside her, moving slowly at first. Releasing his hold on her, he gripped her waist driving into her with long hard strokes as she balanced herself with her arms. Doing so, allowed him to go deeper, and intensifying their pleasure as his balls ricocheted off her swollen lips.

  “Yes…faster…don’t stop,” she said between gasps.

  “Yes ma’am. Your wish is my command,” Matt groaned as he moved faster.

  Her velvet pocket tightened around him as the first of many fast rippling orgasms rocked her. As her body thrashed delightfully, he held on with all his strength, as she milked shot after shot of hot come out of him, all the while squealing in delight until she finally collapsed against the steps.

  Wrapping her in a large bath towel, he carried her back to bed, setting her on the edge of it and drying her off before pulling the covers back. Sliding under the big comforter, she let out a sigh of contentment as he got into the bed with her. Snuggling against him, she shivered and moaned as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

  She said, "It's been a long time since I felt this comfortable with anyone. I didn't feel like being alone. I will pay you extra if you stay here with me all night."

  Shaking his head, he said, "No, I want to be here. It will be my pleasure to stay."

  With a smile, she mumbled, “Yes, it will be your pleasure."

  Moving on top of him, she slid her tongue down his torso, following the thin trail of hair on his belly. Running her tongue up and down his length, she swirled her tongue around the tip before lowering her mouth to his balls, gently sucking them in one at a time, then together until he moaned.

  Gradually releasing the suction on him, she then moved her mouth to his cock. She sucked him in to the hilt with one quick motion, the head ramming against the back of her throat. She swallowed the tip while swirling her tongue around the shaft, making Matthew feel breathless.

  She worked tirelessly, going slow and steady, finally changing pace to go fast and hard, taking his cock into her throat with every stroke. Loving the feel of her mouth, he ran his hands through her auburn hair, carefully grabbing two handfuls as he steered her movements, getting her to go the rhythm he liked.

  She willingly let him guide her, seemingly intent on rewarding him for all the pleasure he had given her. Feeling the raw heat rising up his spine as a huge orgasm started to build; he thrust very hard and deep into her throat as his cock muscles erupted.

  Unable to speak, he groaned loudly as Sasha greedily drank his come and licked him clean. Afterwards, she lay next to him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her, waiting for his cock to stop throbbing. Within a few minutes her breathing deepened as she dozed off in his arms. Waiting until she seemed to be in a deep sleep, he slid out of the bed and covered her up.

  Then he lay down next to her again glancing at the clock and groaning when he saw the time, 4:30 am. He hoped that he would wake up in time to go home and get ready for work. He closed his eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep. He didn't wake up again until three hours later, leaving him an hour and a half before he had to be at the office.

  Nudging Sasha, he said, “I have to go work.”

  Opening her eyes, she yawned and managed to sit up.

  She followed him downstairs and watched him get dressed. Once he had his shoes on, she pulled on her blue robe and walked him to the front door, "How much do I owe you?"

  With a shrug, he mumbled, “Whatever you want to pay.”

  "Ok, but I want to give you extra for staying here all night," she said.

  Lifting his fingers to her chin, raising her face so he could look into her eyes, he said, "I stayed here because I wanted to. There's no charge for that."

  Opening her mouth to protest, he put his finger to her lips and said, "Sssshhh."

  Sighing, she handed him some money and kissed him. Then he headed out the door.

  He had just gotten in his car, when his phone vibrated, looking at the text message, he shook his head and dropped it on the seat, another 6969 call. I don’t have time to answer it.

  When he got home, he rushed into the house, took a quick shower, got dressed and headed out the door within twenty minutes, opting to skip breakfast. He had an important client coming in less than an hour but needed a few minutes to prepare. He got stuck in traffic on the way, barely making it in time. He felt a headache coming on from the lack of sleep, wishing the appointment could wait until afternoon. He had just settled into his chair when his secretary informed him that the client had rescheduled for the following week.

  Leaving him time to work on his finances, he counted all the cash he had made the past few nights. Realizing it would help him catch up on his alimony, plus make his car payment, he let out a sigh of relief. He wished his ex-wife would get married again. Then his financial burden to her would finally be over.

  Just as he started to leave for lunch, he got another text message from the same number as the one he had ignored that morning. Dialing the number, he waited impatiently as it rang at least seven times before anyone answered.

  "Hi, this is Cynthia. May I help you?" a cheerful female voice said.

  "I am answering your texts."

  "Mr Tongue?" she asked.

  "Yes."

  "I would like to hire the services of your tongue for a party, that I am having Friday night," she said.

  "What kind of party?" he asked as his curiosity began to grow.

  "It is a bachelorette party for my best friend. She is getting married on Saturday. I want her and the other guests to have a really good time. I realize this is a lot to ask. How much would you charge me?"

  Scratching his chin, he asked, "How many women will be there? How many hours is this party going to last?"

  "Including the bride, myself and the other guests, there will be twenty. The party will be from 8 pm until everyone gets tired," she said.

  He wondered, will I be able to take on that many women in one night? I guess the worst that could happen would be for me to die, coming and going at the same time.

  "Are you still there?" Cynthia said.

  "Yes. My fee is normally $250 per woman. Since this is a large group, I will give you a 20% discount. How does $4,000 sound?"

  "That's a fair price as long as…it's anything goes. You do whatever my guests ask you to do."

  Matthew said, "Ok, that's fair. Give me the address."

  Jotting down the info, he promised to be there, no later than 9 pm on Friday. Hanging up the phone, he had a huge grin on his face. Not only would it be a memorable experience, if he lived through it, it would help take a huge bite out of his debt. Checking his watch, he saw that he only had twenty minutes left to get some lunch, deciding to go to a drive-thru fast food restaurant. He gobbled down a burger and fries on
the way back to the office.

  Most days he stayed at work twelve to fifteen hours a day so he had several days of work to catch up on. He needed to get a lot of work done, so he could take Friday evening off. Turning his cell phone off, he worked continuously the rest of the day, not going home until midnight, deciding to give his body time to recover from the past two nights of fun.

  Sleeping like a rock, he got up Thursday morning, in a chipper mood, looking forward to the following night. He had two court appearances that day. Surprisingly, both went smoothly. He managed to get caught up on all of his work by late afternoon so he left the office. Then he went to the bank and deposited his extra cash.

  Not in the mood to fight with his ex-wife, he dropped her alimony check in the mailbox outside the post office. His heart skipped a beat, when he started to get back into his car. In the vehicle parked next to his, Sasha sat in the passenger seat. He recognized the driver as one of the judges that heard his cases on a regular basis. He could see the wedding ring on Sasha's hand.

  Oh shit. If he finds out what I did with his wife he will make my life in court a living hell.

  Looking over, the judge recognized him and rolled his window down, "Good afternoon, Matthew. No court appearances today?"

  Swallowing, Matt croaked, "Hello, How are you? I had two court cases earlier, today,"

  The judge said, "I'm great. I just got back from a business trip so I am taking my wife out to dinner and the opera."

  Then he proceeded to introduce them. Matthew wondered if Sasha would tell her husband that they all ready knew each other, but then she said, "Hi, nice to meet you, Matthew."

  When her husband turned his face away from her, to say that they had to get going, Sasha winked. He waved at them as they drove off, then he sunk down into his car seat and let out a sigh of relief. His career had literally flashed before his eyes. It had never occurred to him, that Sasha might be married to someone important. Now she knew his identity. He would have to be more careful with future clients.

  The rest of the day went by quickly. He even managed to go to bed early by not turning on his computer or TV that evening, waking up Friday morning, with a huge hard on. He ignored it, wanting to save his stamina for that night. The day seemed to drag on at a snails pace. He had one headache after another at work.

  The computer system went down, and he lost one major client that moved their business to another state. By the time he left work that day, he felt like skipping the party that night. The lack of financial funds being the only reason he decided to go. He needed the money to make it through the month.

  Cooking a frozen dinner in the microwave, he ate before getting ready for that evening. He had stopped off at a costume shop on his way home. After deciding he would do a strip tease for the bride, he bought some black leather Velcro pants with an open crotch.

  Knowing he would have to wear a g-string under them, he had bought a silver glittery one, picking out a short sleeve button up shirt from his closet to wear over a tight t-shirt. Deciding to dress in layers so that it would take longer to get naked, adding more teasing to the event, hoping he could pull off a strip tease dance without embarrassing himself. Taking a long shower, he hoped the party would be a stress reliever, letting the water pour over his tense muscles until it ran cold.

  Dressing quickly, he studied himself in the mirror, hoping he didn’t cross paths with any work colleagues. The pants looked so tight that he figured they would probably rip when he got a hard on if not for the crotchless design. He decided to wait until he got to the party to put on the final piece of his costume.

  As he locked the door he glanced around, making sure he could slip into the garage without any neighbors seeing his silly outfit. He hoped that he would not get pulled over by a cop on the way to the party. Arriving at the party fifteen minutes early, he used the extra time to calm his nerves, by breathing slowly and deeply.

  Waiting until the last possible moment, he put on the final piece of his outfit, a black mask that only covered the area around his eyes, "Now I look like a Zorro, impersonator," he mumbled as he looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

  Hearing lots of female laughter inside the house as he walked toward the porch, he almost chickened out but had no choice but to ring the doorbell if he ever wanted to get out of debt. A short dark haired woman answered the door.

  “Hey girls! The entertainment is here," she laughed, grabbing his arm and yanking him across the threshold before he could react. A brief bolt of fear shot through his body when he saw all the women. Just glancing, he’d guess there were thirty or forty party guests.

  When one drunken blond suddenly yelled, "fresh meat," he tried to back toward the door but instead bumped into a wall of horny female flash as they crowded him, groping his ass and crotch.

  Pushing away from the handsy women, he found the one that had answered the door, "Are you Cynthia?"

  She shook her head and pointed out a slender platinum blonde across the room. Right on cue, she turned to look at Matt, cocking an eyebrow as she gave him the once over. As she crossed the room, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth making him wonder if he really did look as ridiculous as he felt in the costume.

  “Mr. Tongue I presume,” she yelled into his ear, trying to make herself heard over the bellowing laughter and voices.

  Nodding, he glanced around, apparently looking intimidated by the extra partiers. Patting his arm, she assured him, “I know there are more women here than I said there would be. I promise that I will pay extra."

  Still unsure, he let out a bewildered sigh, as he watched the crowd, barely noticing an Asian woman tap Cynthia on the shoulder and whisper in her ear. After a moment, the other woman walked away and he gave Cynthia a questioning look as a huge smile emerged on her face.

  “The bride’s best friend flew here from Japan. She’s willing to match what I pay you. I can give you $5,000, so if she matches it…”

  “Ten grand? For that you can shave me from head to toe, and then cover me in honey and feathers, for all I care,” he laughed.

  “Sounds like a deal. Wait five minutes then make your grand entrance," she said, pointing out the bride to be.

  Glancing at the bachelorette, he thought she looked familiar but he couldn't place her.

  Leaning toward the hostess, he asked, "Can you put this cd on to play when you’re ready for me?" She nodded her head, walking back into the living room leaving him to use the five minutes to stretch and rehearse his dance moves.

  As the music started blaring, he stepped into the room, walking over to the bride and shaking his ass in her face. All the women squealed when he started unbuttoning his shirt. He found himself getting turned on by teasing them. When they saw the bulge in his pants growing, they started chanting,

  "Take it off! Take it off!"

  Thrusting his cock closer to the bride-to-be's face, he smiled as she squirmed in her seat. Matthew could see her hard nipples pressing against her shirt. As he slid out of his shirt and tossed it to the side, all the women yelled, "Woo Hoo, we want more!" He spun around and bent over.

  Catching a glimpse of two women that he knew for sure, standing in the corner he saw Jasmine and Natalie. They smiled and waved. At least he knew who to thank, for referring him to this great paying job. Turning back around, he slowly ripped his leather stripper pants off. Then he grabbed the brides hand and rubbed it down his chest to his groin, rocking his pelvis against her.

  Her eyes were filled with lust, as she rubbed his cock through his g-string. As she continued to massage his shaft as he danced for her. Several women moved behind him, running their fingers across his ass.

  Matthew realized years of wet dreams were about to come true as five of the women, including the bride, crowded around him, pushing him to the floor. They yanked his boots and socks off of him. Then began to kiss, lick and scratch him. Cynthia yelled, "Let Shannon remove his g-string. This party is for her." The bride to be grabbed the glittery fabric, and g
ave it a sharp pull. All the women squealed when his cock sprung free.

  Some more women joined the attack as he lost count of how many mouths were in contact with his skin. He watched Shannon stand up and pull her sun dress over her head, lowering herself onto his cock. He groaned when she pushed her tight pussy all the way down his length. Several of the other women, started arguing over who would get to sit on his face first. Cynthia settled it by pulling up her skirt and lowering herself to his mouth.

  Matthew soon forgot about the rest of the women as the smell of sweet pussy enticed his appetite. Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he pulled Cynthia to his mouth, sliding his tongue between her wet swollen lips as Shannon began to ride his cock very hard and fast. He groaned and flicked his tongue faster against Cynthia's freshly shaven nether lips.

  She sat with her back to Shannon, so she could lean over and put her hands on the floor as she rocked against his face. Noticing her thrashing about a lot, he glanced toward her head and saw that Cynthia had her face buried between another woman’s legs as she danced against her.

  Shannon's pussy muscles tightened the grip on his cock as he groaned in pleasure. He thrust against her, matching her every move as he darted his tongue into Cynthia's pussy, sliding it in and out with the same rhythm.

  As Cynthia started bucking and quivering, she cried out in pleasure and came on his face. He lapped up all of her sweet juices. She crawled off of him, and resumed licking the other woman. He looked up at Shannon. Her tits were bouncing wildly as she fucked him hard, going deeper with each stroke. She flung her head from side to side, making her sandy blonde hair cover her face.

  As he reached for her breasts, his hands were pushed back down by a petite woman with short brown hair, small breasts and a shapely ass. As she lowered her pussy to his face, he immediately started licking her just as Shannon’s muscles began to quiver around him.

  His cock twitched as his balls tightened and his orgasm approached. He sucked the new woman's clit into his mouth, keeping a firm grip on it with his lips as his staff exploded deep inside Shannon, filling her with his hot come. Her pussy muscles rippled, milking every drop out of him as she cried out in pleasure.