DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 3--4 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 3--4

... pull his head down and let him have his reward. I was content to lie still while feeling his still hard cock move inside me as he sucked on my nipples until they ached. But... alas, there's always a 'but' as Marla had once told me... the time on the alarm clock was telling me it was time to end.

That's what I had to tell Tim. If he'd requested more time, after a short call to Marla, I would have said Yes. Both for the extra money and for the orgasm I knew I'd have if just from masturbating while Tim watched. Rolling off me, he seemed content with a short blowjob to clean his cock and to watch me pad about in my garter, stockings, and high heels. Fixing us another drink, I took Tim his and told him I was going to use the powder room. Carrying my drink and handbag I went into the bathroom but left the door open so we could talk.

Opening my legs wider than my usual stance, I began using a damp washcloth to wipe away Tim's sweat and cum. After inserting a tampon so cum wouldn't wet my dress during the taxi ride home, I dropped the washcloth and used my foot to swipe it over the tiles of the floor to clean up the cum that had dripped from my pussy.

Back in the room, I let Tim watch me dress. Men seem to become mesmerized while watching a large-breasted girl putting on a brassiere. As I finished the last of my drink, Tim said he'd left me a gift on the mini-bar counter. Putting the envelope in my handbag, I found my lipstick and used the mirror behind the minibar to ...

... apply a thick, red coating to my lips.

Tim had a knowing grin on his face as I approached the bed. He knew from previous encounters what I was about to do. I'm not exactly sure when red lipstick became my 'thing'. But sometime in the last few months, I'd found that leaving a client I liked a reminder of me brought much repeat business as well as nice gifts. Days scheduled with repeat clients I liked meant having to meet less often with clients I didn't like. Win-win for me! None of myPCs, 'Preferred Customers', had yet to complain. Tim stopped breathing as I leaned over the bed and took my time pressing a bright red kiss mark onto the bulb of his cock.

"So, I'm still one of your preferred customers," Tim asked while looking at my red brand on the head of his dick. I laughed. With a nod and a finger wave, I exited the room.

In the taxi, I counted the gift, the nice gift, Tim had given me on the way back to my apartment. Next week was my nineteenth birthday and I was taking the day off to spend with my mom. Window shopping in the mall and a lunch. Then home for the birthday cake with a few girlfriends. Tim's gift went a long way to making up for a lost day of pay.

Tim was my only client of the day. Back in my apartment, after removing my makeup and showering, I had time to do the housework I'd been putting off during busy days. Dusting, sweeping, and a bit of mopping in my underwear while dancing to some favorite tunes. After dressing in my 'suburban' clothes again, I ...