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As always, when the pre-arranged time came I didn’t really know what to expect, despite the fact I’ve sort of seen her (if we can call it that) numerous times before and we’ve exchanged a few sparse emails. These disclosed only the bare minimum, as is her style. The bare bones as the saying goes. What lay in between, my imagination was filling in as my semi-consciously clenched hands manipulated the steering wheel and gearshift.
I’d freed up my schedule for the entire day and night. Had only exercised lightly and had eaten a healthy lunch of steamed vegetables with salmon and a dinner of plain rice, chicken and mushrooms. I’d drank only water and green tea. I wanted no odours of spice or garlic lingering whether we kissed or not. So no seasoning either. My body was a different matter though. That needed spiced up to the max.
A turkish shave, a haircut, manscaping of my down belows, using only the finest, most expensive grooming products on the market put me slap bang on a par with some of the most photogenic models in the country when paired with my chic, casual yet smart attire; or so the tailor told me. But that’s their job, right, to feed you bullshit and make you spend?
Between the two of us, we definitely put a lot of thought into my outfit. He always does a good job, does Lawrence. And so do I in my own particular field. But this is not one of my weeklys. This is Tabitha, a woman who only indulges in me once a year for reasons known only to her. Hence it is my duty to make it outstanding. And so the soft wheat coloured cotton slacks fitted to perfection, showing off my toned physique and slim waist. That black obscenely overpriced shirt that Lawrence talked me into buying, had been left teasingly open to the tune of three buttons at the neck, with sleeves rolled intentionally high enough to make a show of my forearms, in such a way that it looked like a casual thing done just so I could do ‘man stuff’ like change a tire or locate a cold beer in the fridge.
Oh I knew she might not see me at all. I did get that. She may insist on darkness again. Or wear a bag over her head. Or wear a blindfold. God knows what she had planned. Maybe she was a witch. But I simply had to know I’d given her my best. I felt sure she must know this is how I operate by now. Secrecy or not. Else she would not summon me annually, year after year. But, the question was…did she know she had me intrigued I wonder? Was that her intent? To bewitch me? I needed to be careful.
I’d dreamt about her. That scared me. Dreaming about clients is a no no.
Be cool Nassa Khan. This is work. So fucking work it.
My Feragammo Oxford clad feet brought my freshly valeted Mercedes to a halt and I glanced up into the mirror.
Tis time to tango.
I was certainly ready. I hoped she was. Because I was rock hard.
After greeting the maid in the required silence, we navigated the vast maze of halls till we arrived at a surprisingly insignificant looking door. She tapped lightly upon it. No sound ensued. Perhaps this was the wrong room. It would be easy to get confused in the monstrous building.
As I stood wondering, Little Miss Mousy Maid did something that she had never done before. She looked up at me and gave me the sweetest, most timid smile, then her little white hand opened the door and there before me was a room of shadows with what looked like an apparition seated at a slight angle towards a heavily draped window. I saw all only for an instant; brief mind etchings of a bedroom, a bed – a grand one, nightstand, maybe a mirror, I wasn’t sure. The second I stepped in the door slammed shut. Only black remained.
And my thudding stupid heart. Cue a noisy swallow.
The tiniest of glows, orange and sunset bright pierced the dark, setting a candle’s flame jigging like a tiny Michael Flattley. It was only small but as my eyes adjusted, I saw her in more clarity than I ever had before.
And. Oh. God.
I didn’t feel so suave anymore. She was literally built like the goddess Venus. She was still tilted away, possibly lighting another candle; exhibiting a completely naked buttock of divine creation sweeping up to a body that only Michael Angelo himself could surely have carved from marble, which it goes without saying beseeched me mercilessly, telling me to say something, to tell her she was beautiful. But I couldn’t. I was supposed to be silent.
So I waited – held my tongue.
Another candle was lit. Then she stood and held out her hand to me, the other indicating the bed. And then I swear, I do swear…I have never hated myself for being a man more in my entire life as I did then. I saw her stunning beauty, her full breasts, the feminine curves of her stomach, hips, so ripe and ready to be held and worshiped but no. My eyes diverted immediately to the right side of her body which I could now see and then up to her throat.
Her arm was scarred and eaten away in places. Her shoulder laced with what could only be remnants of horrific burns. At her beautiful throat there was a hole with a plastic thing in it. One of those things which means you have no proper voice. My thoughts were a riot. A quick look at the eyes beneath the beautiful venetian mask covering her face and I knew. This woman had taken one day out of every year to be brave enough to trust someone to be near her – that person she chose was me. Each year her faith had grown a little. Her bravery. Her courage. Her need. And here she stood before me, a mighty, beautiful yet damaged sequoia tree grown from the tiniest of all seeds, a testament of hope that someone might want her again. That someone might desire her. A ghost in the darkness of times past.
I forgot my shame. I buried it as the pile of rotting cow guts and shit it was. All that mattered was her. I took her hand and kissed it more passionately and tenderly than I’ve kissed anything or anyone ever before. And I fucking mean it too. Placing my hand gently at the base of her back, I lead her towards the bed. Her eyes shuttered tight as I lowered her onto her back. Since we could not communicate in words, I heard and watched her body. Intently. I pressed my hand to her chest over her heart, stroking what appeared to be very dark long soft hair, soothing. Promising to care. In time when she had calmed a little, I anointed her little rose bud nipples with light kisses.
Just two.
One each.
Her chest began to rise a little quicker now. By the candle light I could guess her thoughts from the darting of her eyes. She thought this was difficult for me. She was doubting. She thought she repulsed me.
So I reached down, lowered my zipper, making sure she watched and revealed my dripping wet turgid cock to her gaze.
Her entire body almost jolted off the bed because she knew it was all for her. Her eyes twinkled like supernovas. Then she did a very unexpected thing.
She waggled a thumb at me, mockingly, round and round; there was humour in the action. Then slowly she reached out and swirled the droolings of my cock in similar circles around my engorged glans, as if she was soothing him somehow but we both knew she was only inflaming him to outrageous levels. And then my little sequoia became braver still and removed her mask in one smooth fluid motion before placing the very thumb that had just touched my cock in her beautiful sensuous delicious filthy mouth. And sucked all my precum away.
Fuck.
This night was supposed to be all about her. So I can only presume that what she did next was something she wished to do, for her own enjoyment. In the dim light of the two candles, I saw her gaze drop down to my thick shaft. Never have I felt so thoroughly examined visually. Without any apparent sense of self consciousness, she shifted herself into a better position on the bed to see what would shortly be inside her. The expressions on her face – eyes a little wide, lips slightly parted, told me that she was probably thinking of this too. She blinked slowly gazing up at me from beneath her long lashes, hands reaching out for my waist band, a little shakily. I canted my hips to assist her efforts and together we wordlessly completed the task of removing my shoes, socks, boxers and trousers. My shirt she unbuttoned but appeared to want left on.
I had not accounted for the way things were turning out, that she might find pleasure in doing things to me. In my world it is always me who does the giving, the creator of pleasure never the main focus of it. Her hands skimmed light as a feather across the body that I worked so hard to maintain. She seemed to particularly appreciate my thighs because when she got to them she looked directly at me and lowered her head to kiss the left one. A thrill ran through me at the feeling of her soft warm lips, her hair drifting ticklish over my bobbing penis. She spent quite some time kissing and admiring them, both left and right, holding firmly onto my hips as she did so, as if she was claiming me as hers – which of course I was for the next two hours at least.
An acute awareness of being wide open for her to do as she wished washed over me causing not apprehension as one might expect but a dreamy sense of rapture. I felt in a cocoon of softness, everything soothing and warm. Eyes closed, I focused on the feelings more deeply and a sigh escaped me. Wondering if she heard, I opened them and saw her smile and that was when she did it. She bent down and wrapped her lips around my cock and drew me in. A gasp was unavoidable. Her mouth was like warm melted wax, her tongue velvety and dextrous as she used it to explore my length from root to tip.
Oh God did this woman know what she was doing.
She watched my face with great interest, still gripping my hips possessively. Her cheeks hollowed as she slowly rose up towards the sensitive helmet of my dick, causing another gush of precum which she swallowed. I saw. She sighed. Why, I don’t know but this pleased me no end. I wanted so badly to tell her she was such a good girl doing this, that she was pleasing me so well and that I found her so beautiful. Instead I showed her with my hands. As she continued to suckle me, those limpid brown eyes smouldering into mine, I reached out and stroked her hair conveying, I hoped, my appreciation. My fingers massaged her scalp and traced the outline of her ears, brows and then with the back of my hand I tenderly smoothed her cheek.
Her spit was gathering at the base of my cock to such an extent it was trickling down my balls all the way to my ass crack. I needed to stop her before the inevitable happened. But when I took her gently by the shoulders she shook her head wildly. My dick popped out of her mouth and slapped comically against my belly. A slight frown creased her forehead then a look of understanding dawned upon her features. As she began to change position, there was that little smile again that I’d so quickly become dangerously fond of.
The mischievous minx settled herself down now into the sixty nine position with her clearly sopping wet pussy inches from my face and her mouth now busily returning to its previous work. Words were definitely not needed to understand her instructions in this instance. Holding her thigh almost as firmly as she was mine, I leaned forward and took my first glorious taste of her. I should have really taken more time over it, cherished it, kissing her inner thighs and tickling her with my breath but the sight of her there before me glistening with lust, her cute little pink opening wanting me so badly, meant there was no holding back.
Her taste was incredible. Tangy yet salty sweet. Warm and syrupy in consistency. Tongue running over her weeping slit, I lapped up the offered nectar with gusto taking care to keep my tongue flattened, especially when licking her sensitive bud. As she sucked and licked more eagerly, the cum in my balls began to surge. I also noticed her hole opening and closing rhythmically as if an orgasm were imminent too. Pointing my long tongue, I slowly ran it in circles around her pulsating entrance. She let out a slight moan, then when I pushed my tongue deep inside, her back arched and I knew she was cumming. I could feel it. Blinding ecstasy assailed me too and as I spurted hotly into her mouth, I panted and wildly massaged her clasping pussy walls with my tongue as they coated it and my lips in her cream. I swallowed it all like a starved man.
As we came down from the high, I stroked her leg whilst savouring every lewd smear of wet she’d left on my face. The smell and taste of her soon had me hard again. In fact I’d hardly softened at all. She’d made sure of that by giving my member timid strokes inbetween licking up stray drops of cum.
God she was a naughty girl.
It was my turn to thrill her now. I took off my shirt and in the absence of words, I lifted her bodily and placed her further up the bed, ensuring my cock was pressed firmly against her groove as I did so. I was careful of her arms and shoulders of course but made a point not to make a show of it. I didn’t want her to feel that her injuries bothered me, which they didn’t but they still needed to be considered.
With her head resting on a pillow, I began to stroke and massage her body. Like a flower unfurling, I could see her arousal building once more, eyes fluttering, little shifts of her body and her legs gradually falling open for me, giving the game away. I loved how trusting she was. Beneath the ministrations of my mouth and big palms, her nipples made their pleasure known. The more deeply I drew them into my mouth, using my tongue to firmly massage them, the more her body seemed incapable of being still. I placed one of her hands on my slobbering dick and she moaned softly and then for a second time when I reached down to pleasure her sex as I suckled her beautiful tits.
A finger gently inserted into her told me a second orgasm was imminent. I withdrew it, sliding it slowly upwards and over her little clit, teasingly coating it in feminine slick. She was seconds away – if that. Since we’d already ensured we were both medically clean, it was agreed we would go bare. And so I quickly rolled her over, looking deep into her eyes and then slowly penetrated her divine depths. And there I held perfectly still like a champ.
Her eyes were begging me to continue and so was her pussy, clenching and sucking my desperately aroused dick like crazy. Slowly I withdrew, agonisingly so. Sweating, I leaned forward and kissed her with slow heated passion, with just the tip of my penis lodged tantalisingly inside her. Another little moan escaped her and then as I slid back in and started to thrust, she wrapped her legs around me and began pushing herself up for me over and over to hasten the joining. Everything was soaked in our intimate fluids and the musk of our passions filled the room like an opium cloud inflaming us even further.
Her hands scrabbled over my back and buttocks, scratching and pawing in a silent plea for me to fill her full. I buried my face in the crook of her neck on the unmarked side and kissed and sucked her sensitive skin, prompting her to grind her pelvis frenziedly against mine as I sank extra deep. I could feel the end of her channel, to the extent that I was so deep and so far gone that in a mindblowing flash of perception I visualised my pink flesh stroking and kissing that sacred place internally. Between that and her grinding which stimulated her throbbing clit she came hard, cream streaming from her and mine simultaneously streaming into her in such violent spurts I felt they could rival a fire hose.
Afterwards, I didn’t let her go. Fuck, I couldn’t. I felt she needed to be held almost as much as she needed fucked. This intense, mysterious, raging ball of passion housed inside such a beautiful yet damaged body enthralled me. It touched something I can’t name inside of me to hold her like that. To be trusted with so much made me feel things. But most of all in that moment, I felt protective.
Breathing into her hair, I drew her to my chest and stroked her shoulders and back, even her scars. Rather than flinch, she relaxed into me, my member still nestled inside her in the warm bath of our mutual fulfilment. We talked to each other like this, with eyes, lips, breath, touch and heartbeats for what might have been an hour, I’m not sure and then I took her again. Had to. In fact the stipulation of two hours was long forgotten and instead we pleasured and connected with each other like that all through the night till we exhausted ourselves.
In the morning, when the light seeped half heartedly through the curtains, as if afraid to wake me, I turned to find her gone. With mixed feelings and very drained balls, I dressed and left the house without a word – as was expected of me.
Thinking of much else proved difficult for the next few days. I did my work as usual, seeing other clients. She had wired payment to my account I noted. I’d sent a receipt. But it troubled me that there had been no word. Surely I hadn’t hurt her? I’d been ultra careful. That being my main concern nagged at me too. I knew I’d satisfied her without question. Had I annoyed her by staying beyond two hours? I didn’t think so.
A week passed until an email arrived sending me almost into love lorn school boy mode for a full two seconds and then a frisson of apprehension replaced it. I opened it cautiously…
Dear Nassa.
As you will already know, payment has been sent as agreed. I have not contacted you until now because my usual ‘job well done’ email seems woefully inadequate considering what we did but of course professionalism must be maintained. So all I will say is that you went above and beyond in everything. Being with you greatly exceeded my expectations and needs and for that I am deeply grateful.
If it is agreeable to you, I will make the same arrangement on my birthday next year too – July 9th 2023.
Tabitha
Well! I had not known what to expect but a sense of relief surged through me at her words followed by a distinctly unprofessional bloom of frustration. I’d deal with that later. But for now, I hastily typed my response.
Dear Tabitha.
I am pleased to hear from you and relieved you enjoyed the experience. It means a great deal to me that you did.
It was a deeply fulfilling night for me also. You are a very beautiful woman in every way who I’d have no trouble pleasuring daily if it was asked of me. But as it is, we must wait for another year to pass before we shall meet again and I can assure you I shall be looking forward to it with considerable anticipation. Until then, take care.
Nassa
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