The Working Girl Part One - Sex Stories

The Working Girl Part One

... anything I'd done wrong, it was his own issues and guilt hitting him. I held him close while he sobbed himself out, and oddly I felt very powerful as this big strong man, who was a titan in finance, and a respected man in the city was a helpless little boy in my bed. After he stopped, he gently asked me if I'd enjoyed it. "I certainly did. You were, well, very satisfying. That many orgasms isn't something I usually get. You were also incredibly gentle, and sweet. That makes women very happy." "The problem for me, though, is why can't it be like that with Claire?" I wasn't being paid to just fuck, I was being paid to listen and possibly help if I could. "Well, I don't know. Does she enjoy cunnilingus? Because that was....wow. Really good. Most women rarely get it like that." "She does, but it never seems like it's enough for her. I don't think she likes giving head either, which is kind of a problem as what guy doesn't enjoy it?" I thought for a moment and tried to reason it out. "Was she a virgin when she met you?" I asked. "Well, yeah, she was." "So yours in the only cock she's ever taken like that?" "I think so, she's very conservative that way." "Then how do you expect her to be any good at it, or how she can enjoy it herself? She looks at it as a duty, not a thing to please both of you." "Do you really think so?" " I know so. My first cock scared the hell out of me, but I was with a good friend in school and she showed me how to please a man that way, and how to feel ...

... sooo sexy as I do it. Does she have gag reflex issues? Another girl in school did, and we coached her with bananas until she could handle it, her next boyfriend said she was amazing where she could barely get the head of it in before." He looked astonished. "I never thought of it that way before." "Uh-huh, you'd been around the block, and expected her to know everything? Not very fair. I'm being honest with you here." He laughed at that. We spent another hour cuddling and talking, and I gave him several pointers on things to try with his wife to see if they couldn't get it fixed. I advised him, and listened to him, and had myself several incredible orgasms. When all was said and done, he gave me the agreed upon 300.00, plus another 100.00 as a tip. We had another dozen "professional" meetings before I went off to college, and by that point, he'd gotten much of his marriage repaired, and the last two meetings were for old time's sake. I got introduced to several associates of his in similar circumstances, and made it clear I wasn't just a fuck for sale. They understood my rules, my extra apartment only, no outcalls, and they had to be referred by two of my previous gentlemen. Contact by e-mail only, and you'd also better have two references from other girls, otherwise, you weren't seeing me. Not just a fuck, indeed, I was their salvation. I made them feel wanted and needed, and in several cases, there was no sex whatsoever. One guy was a widow who simply wanted the warmth of ...