Mr Tongue Page 5

  Letting out a scream of pleasure, she moved faster against him as her entire body began to tremble with orgasmic waves. His balls tightened as the intensity of her quaking pussy muscles gripped him like a vise, making him feel as if his cock had shattered in a million pieces of orgasmic pleasure as he thrust deeper and filled her with come.

  Rather than taking time to catch their breath because the water temperature had gotten cooler, they hurried to finish their shower. Matthew had just sat down on the toilet lid to catch his breath when a fully clothed Monica leaned over him and kissed him with such fire that he felt his cock stirring again.

  Unfortunately she broke off from the kiss, flashed a smile and said,

  “Keep up the good work, Mr. Tongue.”

  Before he could respond, she left the bathroom, shutting the door behind herself. By the time he found his clothes, got dressed and walked down the hallway, she had already left. Wondering through the house, he didn’t come across anyone else but saw an envelope with “Mr. Tongue” written on it, on the foyer table. After a quick glance showed him a thick wad of cash, he shoved it in his pocket and pulled out his keys and whistled all the way to his car.

  Not wanting to have nothing to show for his hard earned cash, he stopped at a billiards store just as they opened. In spite of his huge pile of bills waiting to be paid, he did not feel bad for investing in a brand new pool table, paying extra to have it delivered within the hour. The salesman went out of his way to kiss ass by having the delivery truck follow him home. By the time the table had been set up, Matt’s energy level had dropped to zero.

  It didn’t take him long to fall asleep after crawling into bed, sleeping the rest of the day even though he had several appointments with clients. By the time he woke up, the sun had started to set. Seeing that he had eight missed calls from the office, he let out a sigh and shut his cell phone off, having no desire to do any work.

  Dumping the envelope of cash on the coffee table, he went to the wall safe in his bedroom closet and got the rest of the money he had made as a gigolo. Counting it all twice, he realized he had made more money in the past few nights then he had in months. Stashing all the cash in the safe, he went over his finances, comparing his earnings as a struggling attorney to those of a fun loving gigolo.

  As his home phone rang, he let out a sigh, picking it up, already knowing it would be his legal assistant,

  “Yeah.”

  “Uh, hi boss. You okay?”

  “I guess. What’s up?”

  “You missed several appointments today, including one with Judge McDowell, who…I hear, has been talking about hanging you by the nuts from a flagpole for not showing up. I rescheduled it for tomorrow afternoon.”

  Rubbing his forehead Matthew said, “Tough luck. Cancel it. I’m not going to that appointment or any others. Tell them all that I’m closing the office. I’m done practicing law. I will pay you for the rest of this month though, that should give you ample time to come up with another job. Meet me at the office tomorrow morning so we can wrap things up.”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Yes! Don’t question my decisions,” he snapped and hung up.

  Making himself a martini, Matthew sipped it while waiting for his laptop to power up. While going over his finances and investments, he tried to talk himself out of the decision he had made. Knowing it wouldn’t take word long to spread, he snorted as the doorbell rang; dragging his feet as he walked to the door, sighing loudly as he looked through the peephole.

  “Open up. I hear you breathing,” his visitor said through the door.

  Turning the deadbolt, he stepped back and pulled the door open, “Well, well. Judge McDowell is making a house call,” he grumbled.

  Glaring at him, she said, “I think the need to be formal vanished several years ago when you started coming to my office regularly to fuck my brain outs, Matt.”

  Rolling his eyes, he said, “Please, come in, Carrie.”

  Stepping into his foyer she pushed him up against the wall, kicking the door shut behind her as her hand slid down his body to grope him.

  “What the hell is going on? You stood me up twice this week.”

  As he opened his mouth to explain, her grip on him tightened, bringing a whimper from his throat as she lifted an eyebrow and asked,

  “Are you fucking someone else?”

  Seeing anger, jealousy and the possibility of being neutered by her in the look she gave him, he quickly shook his head,

  “No, sweetie. You know you’re the only one for me,” he lied.

  Studying his face, she tried to decide if she should believe him. She locked her eyes on his as he released her long silky brown hair from the tight twisted bun she always wore it in for work, running his fingers through it, sending tingling waves of desire to her very core. Working his way to her face, he gently brushed his fingertips across her lips.

  Tilting her head back as a low moan escaped her lips, a slight shiver moved through her, following his hand as it moved downward, her nipples hardening as he grazed them. Lust burned in her eyes as his touch quickly doused her anger over being stood up.

  Knowing exactly what she liked, he pressed his lips against her ear, whispering, “Do you want me to taste you?”

  Gasping, she closed her eyes and moaned. Taking that response as a yes, he smiled and said, “Good but first I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

  After she shut her eyes and covered them with one hand, he took her other hand and led her to the dining room. , “Keep your eyes closed and get undressed.”

  Keeping his eyes trained on her to make sure she didn’t peek as she slid out of her clothes; he gathered various items from the fridge. Walking back to the dining area, he slapped her on the ass when he caught her staring at the surprise.

  Squealing at the sting of his hand, she gave him a questioning look. Smiling he walked around his brand new pool table, stopping at each table pocket to insert an item; whipped cream in the first one, then a peeled banana in the second, honey in the third, a peeled cucumber in the forth, smoked sausage in the fifth and warm buttered croissants in the sixth pocket.

  He felt her eyes on him as he slowly walked around the table taking her hand again, helping her up onto it, whispering, “Lay back and relax so we can have some kinky fun with food.”

  As he wrapped a silk tie around her wrist and secured it to a pool table leg, Carrie giggled and asked, “Won’t the food ruin the felt surface of the table?”

  Shaking his head, he mumbled, “Not to worry, it’s got a special protective coating on it.”

  Continuing with his task of tying her up, he secured her other wrist and then both ankles, leaving her spraddle legged and ready for him. Then he walked to her head and smiled down at her as he carefully pulled her long hair to one side and then surprised her again by sliding a blindfold over her eyes.

  His eyes sparkled mischievously as he circled her trailing the tips of his fingers along each of her splayed appendages, barely touching her yet making her quiver with desire. She whimpered and arched her back as her hard nipples responded to him when he bypassed her breasts to tickle her ribs.

  Running his index finger along the juices on her inner thigh, Matthew lifted it to her mouth, allowing her to greedily suck his digit as her desire mounted. Moving between her legs, he leaned over the table, lowering his head to nuzzle her with his unshaven face as he tickled her with his warm breath.

  “Please...,” she gasped.

  Reaching over to the nearest pocket, he grabbed the warm buttered croissant and then the bottle of honey. Very slowly, he drizzled honey on her nipples and then twirled the croissant in slow swirling circles around her nipples. As he switched to the second breast, he lowered his mouth to the first one, moving his tongue in unison with the warm bread as she moaned softly and arched against him, encouraging him to lick her clean.

  Finishing that task, he walked to the other end of the table to grab the can of whipped cream and t
hen the banana before lying on his stomach between her legs. Very slowly, he kissed her inner thighs as he used his fingertips to carefully part her pussy lips, gently massaging her folds.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded as he teased her.

  Giving the whipped cream can a quick shake, he carefully placed the nozzle against her pussy and filled her with cream. As she gasped and cried out, bucking against her restraints, he set the can aside and replaced it with the banana, waiting until she relaxed to slowly push it inside her.

  As she moaned softly, he slid the banana in and out a few times before pushing it inside her as far as he could. Then he lowered his mouth to devour her whip cream covered slit, nibbling her clit each time he passed it. Pressing against him, she encouraged him to go deeper as he placed his lips against her pussy, sucking the cream and banana back out of her one bite at a time.

  “Mmmm…fuck…me,” she said between gasps.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled as he lavished her with licks and love bites, eating the rest of the banana cream pie he had made himself.

  By the time he had finished licking her, she had grown frustrated, pulling at her restraints and growling at him, “Give me that cock, now!”

  Chuckling, he said, “Okay, okay, already.”

  Sliding off the table, he released her ankles and helped her turn over and scoot toward up the table, leaving her wrists crossed and loosely bound with her ass sticking up in the air. When he removed her blindfold, she gave him a piercing smoldering look as she commanded,

  “Fuck me hard, now!”

  Climbing onto the pool table, he knelt behind her, cupping her buttocks with his hands, massaging her as she wiggled against him. Running the tip of his shaft along her dripping wet slit, he waited until she relaxed and then slapped both her ass cheeks with his palms. Squealing, she gasped,

  “Oh…yes!”

  Playfully smacking her again, he said, “Tell me what you want.”

  Glancing over her shoulder at him, she pushed her ass against his belly and said,

  “Fuck me.”

  “Hhhmmm….I’m not sure I heard you right. Did you say lick me?”

  Sighing in frustration, she pushed harder, trying to take his cock in,

  “No, I said FUCK ME!”

  Pulling back from her just a bit, he slid his middle finger between her pussy lips and twirled it around her swollen clit. Biting her lip, she whimpered and shuddered as he caressed her, begging,

  “Oh…please…do it…already. I need…your cock…ah, God…inside me.”

  With his other hand he reached under her belly sliding it up her ribcage to cup her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples at the same slow pace that he teased her clit. Unable to fight the rising pleasure within her, she moaned and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers. Sensing her impending orgasm, he removed both his hands, bringing a gasp of dismay from her,

  “No…don’t stop.”

  Gripping her by the waist, he positioned his cock and slid into her slick wet heat, going balls deep. Stopping to keep control of his over sensitive cock, he gritted his teeth as she tightened her muscles around him, not moving again until his urge to come had passed.

  As he pulled back, moving slow and easy, she matched his pace. After giving her three long strokes, he gave her ass a slap again, knowing it would turn her on even more as he let her take the lead. Holding still, he watched her juicy pussy suck his cock in and out as she moved along his length, faster.

  Once she had a fast and hard rhythm going, he grabbed two handfuls of her long silky hair, wrapping it around his fingers. Crying out in pleasure, she squealed,

  “Oh yes, ride me harder, cowboy.”

  Moving the second handful of hair all to one hand, he slapped her ass and shouted,

  “Giddy up, baby! Ride that cock.”

  Rocking her body faster, she cried out as her pussy began to quiver. Releasing his hold on her hair, Matt put his hands on her shoulders and drove himself into her as hard as he could. As he thrust harder and faster, the sound of his balls slapping against her became muffled by their moans of pleasure.

  Her quaking muscles milked his throbbing cock as he came deep inside her as he collapsed against her, pressing her flat against the felt surface. He lay there, gasping for breath until she mumbled,

  “You need to buy a riding crop.”

  “Why?”

  Giggling, she said, “You’re kidding right? What did we just finish doing?”

  Nodding, he said, “Ah, what about cowboy hats and guns too?”

  Waiting for him to untie her wrists before responding, she turned and grabbed his softening cock, “I think we’ve already got the gun.”

  “Right,” he mumbled, as he pulled out of her reach, busying himself by putting the whipped cream back in the fridge.

  With a sideways glance, she smiled slyly and said, “I’m feeling a bit sticky. I’m going to take a shower.”

  Locking his eyes on her ass, he watched her walk down the hallway to his bedroom, where she stopped in the doorway to glance back at him and slowly lick her lips. As she disappeared into his room, he groaned as his tender cock twitched against his thigh.

  Trying to distract himself from the thoughts of Carrie’s naked wet body in his shower, he put the rest of the food away and carefully spot cleaned the felt surface of the pool table. After a few minutes, he dropped the cleaning cloth and mumbled, “Fuck this shit. There’s a naked nympho in my shower. Sore balls or not, I’m going in there.”

  Halfway through the living room, the vibration of his cell phone caught his attention. Picking it up, he started reading his text messages:

  Message number one: Hey baby let’s fuck.

  Message number two: Is Mr Tongue available?

  Message number three: You were a blast last night. Let’s do it again. My place…just you, me and three of my best friends. Are you game?”

  Hell yeah. I would have to be dead to turn down an offer like that, he thought.

  “Matt? Are you coming?” Carrie called out from the shower.

  As he typed a quick response to the text before turning his phone off and hiding it in a drawer, he yelled, “Yes, sweetie. Be right there.”

  With his balls tightening and his cock hardening as he walked toward the bathroom, he wondered,

  How hard can it be to live a double life? Sure, I hate my day job but the fringe benefits are great. I can handle fucking a judge in her office every afternoon while staying up all night fucking lots of horny women. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?

  Just as he stepped into the bathroom, Carrie whipped the shower door open, grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into the shower, pushing him to the floor to hungrily suck his cock into her mouth, as he thought,

  Worst case scenario, I will overdose on sex but what a way to go!