The Gigolo Page 4

  “Do you think you, you deserve to come? Do you think you’ve pleased me enough to be allowed to come?”

  “Yes sir, yes sir. I want to come, I’ve been good,” Candice stuttered out. Her heart pounded and she was sweating now, hoping her ‘Sir’ would let her come.

  “We’ll see,” Paul said. “We’ll see.” You’ve got to earn your orgasms by pleasing me and you haven’t yet.”

  “I want to please you, sir. I’ll do anything, sir,” she gasped. “Anything…”

  *

  He put his hand slowly down to her pussy and cupped it in his hand – it was almost pulsating – then gently probed his finger inside to feel how wet she was.

  His slave’s juices were dripping out of her and onto the chair; she was ready now, time to tie her to the bed and work on her clitoris for a while. Forty-five minutes had passed already, without him even touching her clit.

  This session will go on for a couple of hours, he thought to himself.

  He untied her and led her to the bed, all the time blindfolded. He secured her wrists, tightly, but not so much she was uncomfortable. He did the same to her legs, removing her stilettos. Some women have a tendency to kick their legs in orgasm, so he was taking no chances tonight.

  Paul decide to start on her right ear, kissing and softly biting it, using his hands all the time to gently stroke her neck. Moving his mouth over her mouth to the other side, she flicked her tongue out to catch a kiss; he obliged by holding her tongue between his teeth, licking and sucking it.

  After the one ear, he went to the other, kissing and nibbling, breathing softly, with each kiss and bite.

  He lifted his head and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing and insisting his dominance.

  He bent towards a nipple and licked, a quick teasing lick that promised more, then more licks, quickly, back and forth across her solid erect nipple, back and forth, back and forth, then the other nipple, back and forth with his rigid tongue.

  All the time Candice was moaning and pushing her neck, her ears, her nipples upwards towards ‘Sir’, for more.

  Sucking the nipples now, Paul was using his hands to stroke the outer sides of her breasts, where the soft erogenous zones are, and down towards her groin, all the time sucking her nipples and kissing her breasts.

  She had the hunger now, she thought. Hungry for his cock to be rammed into me, up, hard, deep inside me, in my tight, wet, desperate starving fanny… hurry!

  He picked up the vibrators and moved down south, towards her very impatient pussy.

  He would let her wait though, let her know who’s in control. He flicked a switch on and off, just to let her know what to anticipate; he put it at the entrance to her pussy to tease her. She could feel it touching her, but she couldn’t move an inch to grip it, it was torture!

  Paul was at the end of the bed. He slowly pulled down Candice’s left stocking, taking his time; he wanted her to feel it slide sensuously over her skin, feel the whole experience of being tied and blindfolded and vulnerable, with the anticipation of being used for someone’s own sexual pleasure.

  He knew her mind would be working overtime on her own personal fantasies.

  He was right, of course. In her mind, Candice was playing with the fantasy, that somehow she was being undressed against her will and knowing she was helpless to prevent it, or to prevent this dominant, hungry sexual predator from violating her, using her tight and tender pussy for his own pleasures, masturbating her sweet, sensitive clitoris, while she was helpless… Oohhh.

  She loved the thought of that particular fantasy and she could feel herself getting wetter all the time, just thinking about it.

  When he pulled the stocking off the right leg, bunching it at her ankles, he felt her jump and cry out.

  Paul gripped her leg below the knee and moved his hand higher, up the soft flesh of her inner thigh, right up to her pussy. She cried out again and jumped a little.

  He stroked the other leg in the same way.

  They were lovely shapely, sensitive legs, that always responded to his touch, as every inch of her body did.

  Paul picked the vibrator with the cable and the separated end and some tape and moved into position, between her open legs.

  He exposed her clitoris and gave it a brief lick, to wet it, she gasped at that and then he taped the end of the vibrator over her clitoris, switching it on briefly, to make sure it was on the spot.

  “You’re about to get fucked hard now, my little Candice, very hard indeed. I hope you’re going to enjoy it, as much as I will,” he told her, knowing her favourite fantasy and playing up to it.

  He put a finger inside her and she squirmed on it, then two, then three and four; she was very wet and he had no problem pushing his fingers in up to the knuckles.

  Forcing them in and out, in and out, she was panting now, pushing back against his hand squirming and gripping on his fingers, greedy for them and not wanting to let them go.

  She’d waited for this and it was wonderful and Candice wanted to savour every minute of it.

  “Can you feel me inside you? Can you feel it hard right up inside you, ramming into your tender little pussy, over and over again? How does it feel?”

  “Oohh, lovely sir… Lovely… Lovely …” It tailed away.

  She was under starter’s orders… Panting, breathing hard, gearing up, tensing her stomach muscle, trying to keep her legs still… in the middle of her favourite fantasy… right there in the zone!

  He switched on the vibrator… and she was off!

  “Do you like what I’m doing to your clit, Candice? Shall I make it sing out for you?”

  Paul kept talking to her, reinforcing her fantasy more.

  “Oooh yes, yes, yes, keep going, yes, yes.” Whispers now… she had a small one. “Ooohhh… Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… oohhhh…” Another small one… “Oohhh, fferrrr… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… YES!”

  She strained against all four ropes, her head was thrown back, her pussy thrust upwards, squeezing and riding hard on his fingers, her legs kicked and she swore like a trooper and she had her big super orgasm, at the end of a series of four multiples.

  She was panting and sweating and aching and feeling drained, violated and abused, but very, very, happy! …And it wasn’t over yet!

  “I’m so disgusting,” Candice said, laughing at the same time. She was still tied to the bed and blindfolded.

  “Yes you are, you dirty dog,” Paul said, jokingly.

  “Ruff, ruff,” she replied, pretending to sound like a dog. They both started laughing.

  Paul he knew all women were like this; all of them liked to play out their fantasies in the bedroom, they just needed the right man, with the right skills, to enact them.

  “Enough,” he said abruptly, getting his ‘slave’ back into her role. “I haven’t finished with you yet, my little Candice.” It sounded like a caveat, but not quite.

  He untied her arms and legs, with no particular rush, because he wanted her fanny to recover a little, ready for the next onslaught.

  He tied her to the bed again, this time with her head facing the headboard, on her knees, with her arms outstretched and her knees open as much as possible without hurting her.

  Whack! …Whack! …Whack! He slapped her bare ass, to soften it up. She didn’t cry out at all, this time. Whack! …Whack! …Whack!

  “That’s for being a bad girl and not pleasing me,” the ‘Sir’ said, in a mock harsh tone.

  “I want to please you, sir…” muttered the ‘slave’.

  Candice’s ass, was now looking very nice and red, with visible finger marks all over her cheeks.

  Nicely warmed up, Paul said to himself, “Now I’m going to fuck that tight little pink ass of yours.”

  “Fuck it hard, sir, if it pleases you,” said the ‘slave’.

  The ‘Sir’ spoke again. “First things first, Candice.”

  He undressed and kneeled in front of her newly reddened, ripe, round ass. He opened up her ass cheeks a
nd slowly licked the puckered opening.

  This was soothing for Candice, and erotic. He pushed his tongue deep into her ass, moving it in and out, like a cock, making sure it was well wet and lubricated; it can be quite painful for all concerned if her ass isn’t wet.

  Candice liked this, it was soothing after a good spanking and also, she also knew it was only for starters and what was coming next would be the main course.

  Paul had been careful with the vibrator, to make sure it was still in the right spot, on Candice’s clitoris.

  With this in mind, he put a finger into her asshole, then two, pushing them in and out, repeatedly, dropping his spittle onto his fingers as they went in.

  Candice was moving her ass back and forth, riding with the fingers, trying to open up her ass as much as possible.

  Paul withdrew his fingers and pushed his now erect cock slowly into the enlarged opening, slowly going in and out until he could safely build up a harder and deeper rhythm.

  Candice moaned out loud as Paul entered her ass; she was pushing back, riding his cock with her ass, bouncing up and down on the bed, drifting off deep into the zone, the highly sexual state of mind women go into when they are fully aroused and living out their own personal sexual fantasies.

  “That’s better, you’re pleasing me now, Candice,” Paul said, in a mock stern voice. “Ride on the ‘Sir’s’ cock and enjoy it…”

  She was loving this total abandonment, nothing and no one had ever taken her to these limits of sexual pleasure before. She thought Paul was the only man on the planet who could do this to her.

  This wasn’t strictly true, Paul had just picked up a few tricks along the way and used them as and when they were needed. It was, to him, just a question of giving to a woman, the most precious thing a man could give to a woman… his time.

  Just spending the time to understand a woman’s sexual needs and desires, however gross and shocking they may or may not be, taking the time to satisfy them in the bedroom and living out her fantasies together.

  Paul pulled his cock out of her ass and moved up the bed to untie her wrists.

  “I think a change of position is needed, so I can really fuck that ass good,” he said, without needing any answer.

  “Yes please,” Candice whispered to herself.

  He put her on her back, retying her arms to the headboard, and lifted her legs high. All the time she never said a word, just allowed herself to be moved around, without will, like a puppet.

  She wasn’t sure about what was coming next, the feeling of uncertainty always thrilled her; she knew how inventive Paul was in the bedroom.

  Paul adjusted the position of the vibrator on her clitoris, lifted both legs high and picked up the strap-on dildo by his side; he put it around his waist and fastened the Velcro strap.

  It wasn’t a very big dildo, just the right size for ass, or pussy work, or both. This time it was for both.

  He inserted the dildo into her still wet pussy and kept it in place with one hand; with the other hand he pushed his still-hard cock into her ass and slowly started to fuck it.

  As he pushed his cock into her ass, the dildo went into her pussy. He built up a steady rhythm and Candice flew straight to heaven, to the zone.

  “Now you’re getting fucked good and hard, Candice, can you feel ‘Sir’s’ cock ramming into your ass, into your pussy?” Paul said, but trying to concentrate on the job in hand.

  Candice didn’t reply, she was in her own fantasy and Paul switched on the vibrator.

  The combination of fantasy, vibrator, and dirty talk really did it for Candice. She loved to play out her fantasies in the bedroom and Paul noticed, she would always orgasm, when he started to talk dirty.

  Candice was riding back hard now, breathing quickly.

  “Oh yes, yes.” Panting now, slurring her words… “Keep… going… yes… yes.”

  She was holding her stomach muscles in; they would hurt later, with the strain, trying to keep her legs still, as they weren’t tied down.

  Paul was fucking her tight ass as hard as he could, while the dildo was fucking her soft wet pussy just as hard. The vibrator was relentlessly buzzing her clitoris, dragging the orgasms out of her, almost against her will.

  She was coming quickly and she was coming hard!

  “Oh…Oh… Yes… Oohhhhhh…” Number one… Panting… Panting… Straining, pushing her ass and fanny back and forth, feeling another orgasm being pulled out of her clitoris…

  “Arrrhhh… Arrrhhh…” Number two… Building up, building up, more to come.

  Gasping… Panting… Laughing… Trying to form words…

  Paul looked at breasts, lifting up and down, her legs high and wide, showing her ass and her fanny being pummelled and pummelled, then she hit the super orgasm and Candice became a bucking bronco!

  “Ooohhh… Fucking hell, fuck… Fuck me harder… harder… fuck me… ooohhh… ooohh. Ooohhh!” This was number four and the big one.

  Her legs went into a spasm, and she nearly knocked Paul off the bed. She lay there laughing, “I’m all fucked out.”

  Paul lay by her side holding her head, in his arms. He removed her blindfold and kissed her forehead.

  “I’ll wear my stirrups next time I go to the rodeo,” he laughed.

  She spoke, trying hard to sound serious…

  “You look like a dog with two cocks, ha ha ha ha…”

  “You’re the dog that’s had two cocks,” he countered. They both laughed again and the banter went on into the night, until they both fell into bed, this time to sleep.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The Whore’s Dip

  Pamela sat at the kitchen bar, on a high stool. She was wearing a short skirt today, and the combination of skirt and stool emphasised the length of her legs, which Paul appreciated with his stare.

  She was happy and light-hearted and all thoughts of other women were, for the moment, at the back of her mind.

  Paul sat on the stool next to her; they were swapping mundane pleasantries about what she was doing later with her mother and the need to go shopping for milk and bread, etc.; a complete change from last night. This was a domestic moment and absolutely ordinary and this is what Pamela craved.

  She wanted to live there with him, together as a couple, but for obvious reasons Paul was trying his best to keep her at bay.

  Paul had thought it more convenient to bring the women back to his apartment after a night’s entertainment, for whatever developed, so he didn’t want Pamela complicating things any more than she was already.

  She finished her cup of tea and Paul walked her to the door.

  “See you later, darling. Don’t work too hard,” he said with a smile.

  “I’ll try not to.” With that she kissed him briefly and was gone, to her nursing job in the town hospital.

  Paul went back to the kitchen and made another cup of tea. He went into the lounge to think about Gillian.

  He looked at her profile and picture again; she looked nice, he thought. A nice, pleasant, sweet-looking woman, a woman that wouldn’t take too much work to please in the bedroom and then to get hooked on him.

  He finished his tea and dialled her number; after a few rings she answered.

  “Hi Gillian, it’s Paul from the agency…”

  “Hello Paul…” Gillian replied, slightly awkward, wanting him to do all the talking.

  “I thought I’d give you a ring to see if we could arrange to meet up, as Trudy suggested,” Paul added.

  “Yes,” replied Gillian, “I think that would be good, she has mentioned you to me at length.”

  He could sense she wasn’t talkative about their ‘business’ over the phone, so it would best to meet up immediately, he thought – don’t give her time to go cold, maybe she would be ready for tonight.

  “Oh, that’s good. Now you know all about me, we could meet up as soon as you like,” he replied, pushing it a little. “How about tonight, at the Fox Inn? It’s a country pub, just outside of tow
n. We could meet there at eight o’ clock. We can have a nice long chat then, over a drink or two,” he carried on.

  “Tonight…” she replied with a slight hesitation. “Yes, alright, that will be fine.” She quickly moved on. “I know the Fox.”

  “Great, I’ll look forward to meeting you, Gillian. Let me know the car you drive and I’ll look out for you, we can walk in together,” Paul said, just like a gentleman would.

  “That would be nice of you, I wouldn’t like walking in on my own… I will be driving a silver saloon, my registration number is G1LL… you can’t miss it,” she answered, sprightly.

  “I won’t,” said Paul. “So eight o’ clock, in the car park of the Fox Inn… I’ll say bye-bye for now and I’ll see you there later Gillian.”

  “Yes, I’ll be there, at eight… Thank you for calling, Paul. Bye-bye for now,” and she hung up.

  Good, he thought. Tonight should go well. She sounded a pushover, if they’re all like that this job will be a pleasure, and my pleasure will be their pleasure, ha ha ha…

  Later that day Paul was in his bedroom, preparing the clothes he would wear – grey and brown tonight, nice and relaxed – and he lay his clothes out accordingly.

  Grey suit, brown belt, brown brogues, brown tie. He looked at the tie and shirt and changed them for a grey polo neck, nice and relaxed, he thought.

  After his shower and shave, he got dressed. He looked at himself in the mirrored wardrobes. Yes, he thought. You’ll do, you’ll do nicely.

  He drove down the country road towards the Fox Inn, not particularly quickly, just steady. It was a balmy summer’s night and he wasn’t rushing. He guessed Gillian would be deliberately late, that way she wouldn’t have to wait in the car park, on her own, feeling awkward.

  He pulled into the Fox Inn and parked, switched off the ignition and waited.

  It wasn’t a long until he saw the registration of her car – G1LL.

  She came up the sweeping drive and parked under some trees at the back of the car park, then she waited.

  He walked over to greet her.

  “Hello Gillian,” he said politely, looking her in the eyes and smiling at her, knowing what she was here for.