"Easier for you to suck my cock, you mean," he said with a laugh, standing to remove his underwear and reveal a powerful, thick cock that sprang to erectness, balls covered by hair that was also going gray. He resumed his place on the table. "You may be new here, but I guess you know well enough what kind of massage men come here expecting. Now will you give me a feel of that cunt? I've been wanting my hands on your pussy since they showed me your Polaroid picture out front."
"That's much better, sir," Kathy told him, smiling again and deliberately rolling her plump little ass as she stepped close to the table and touched her hand to the thick hair on his chest. "Now, if you'll just lie back and tell me where the ache is, I'll see what I can do about your problem."
He lay on his back, his hand slipping at once under her toga, his fingers finding her naked pussy, and he laughed. "You know damned well where the ache is – it's in my cock! And you know damned well how I want you to get rid of it!"
Pretending to ignore the hand that was rubbing her pussy and making it hotter and hotter, Kathy placed her vibrator equipped hand on his thick, hairy thigh and eased it upward across his balls, finally making a small fist around his cock. She saw the excitement in his eyes as she smiled down at him.
"Does that make it feel better? Or does it give more help when I rub it?" Her fist moved slowly, ever so slowly, up and down his cock.
"It'll help more if you suck it, damn it!" he said strainingly, his hips lifting. Kathy gave him her most incredulous look.
"Oh, I don't think I could do that, sir," she said sweetly. "You see, your fee for a massage doesn't include a blow-job, and the bosses don't pay me for sucking cocks."
"Okay, okay, so I'll give you twenty bucks to suck me off!" he said, his voice anguished and his hard prick still moving through her fist. "Does that complete the routine and get my dick sucked?"
Kathy grinned prettily. "I think that will do very nicely. As a matter of fact, since the moment I saw it, I've been wanting to take your cock in my mouth and suck it."
"Sure you have," he said dismally, taking his hand from her pussy and gripping her plump little ass, as she bent to touch her lips to the head of his prick. "Well, you're being paid to be a cocksucker, so be sure you do a good job of sucking it."
"It'll be the best blow-job you've ever had or will ever have," she promised. "The kind of blow-job you expect when you go to a professional."
Excited by her own words as well as by his, Kathy pursed her lips and closed them softly over the head of his prick. As she swirled her tongue over the swollen red knob, she could feel in her mouth the tingling caused by the square black vibrating device strapped to the back of her hand. Her eyes caught the glitter of her inexpensive gold wedding band as her fingers toyed with the cock she was sucking, and somehow that excited her further.
"Put all my dick in your mouth! Let's see you deep throat it!" her client ordered, and Kathy felt his hand at the front of bet toga, fondling the plumpness of her tit. "Let's see you slide that cock in and out of your mouth like the cocksucker you are!"
Finding odd pleasure in telling him, "You're the boss, so I'll blow you any way you like," Kathy smiled up at him, her pink tongue hovering just above his prick, and then she placed the hand bearing the vibrator under his hairy balls. Her fingers lifted his nuts as her softly ovaled lips slid like an eager pussy down the rigid shaft of his prick.
"That's the way! That's the way I want you to blow me!" she heard him groan as the hot, hard meat of his cock filed her mouth, the knobbed head of it almost entering her throat. "Now suck hard on it! Keep it ail in your mouth and let me feel you sucking it as hard as you can!"
Holding his prick deep in her mouth and running her vibrator-equipped hand lightly over the furry sack of his balls, Kathy sucked until her cheeks were deeply hollowed, and then, raising her head slowly, she let his hard cock slip slowly through her lips.
He put his hand on the back of her head. "Stay down on my cock! Keep it down your throat and keep sucking!"
But Kathy let his cock slip from her mouth and turned her head so that he could see her smile. "I'm going to keep sucking it, okay. But I've got a real treat in store for you. Spread your legs so I can get at your asshole. There!"
As he obeyed her instructions, Kathy slid her hand lower between his thighs, her palm resting against his balls and the tip of her finger probing at his asshole. The hum of the vibrator seemed to grow louder as her finger forced its way through the rubbery circle, and she heard her client groaning with pleasure as she again took his hard cock into her mouth.
As she bobbed her head to slide her lips caressingly up and down his prick, her finger worked rapidly in and out of his asshole, the palm of her hand rubbing the lower part of his nuts, and she felt his hips begin to chum, his cock rising and falling to fuck her in her willing mouth.
She was gulping deeply then, clutching her tit and loudly exclaiming his pleasure, he came. She made a loud choking sound as his come exploded wetly in her throat, but somehow she clung to his prick until the copious flow was exhausted, and then she took her finger from his asshole and chuckled softly as she bestowed a last kiss on his limbering cock.
"What a load!" she told him. "I'll bet you hadn't fucked for a month. Well, don't wait that long before coming to see me again."
As she left him alone to dress, she wondered if he would return looking for her and if he would be disappointed upon learning she was no longer there.
When she passed through the reception area one of the girls waiting for a customer chuckled and called, "Better wipe the come off your lips, honey! Your next john might be a copy!" and Kathy made a lewd show of licking the stickiness from her lips. She went to the dressing room reserved for use by the girls.
Though much smaller in, size, the room reminded her of a locker room in a high school gym. Going to the locker containing her clothes, she took a cigarette from her purse, lit it and sat down on the end of a green metal bench, crossing her legs at the ankles and resting her back against the wall. She felt exuberantly alive, warm and glowing all over, and had it not been for the chance of being caught at it, she would have reached down and rubbed her pussy until she came. Even in her wildest moments of imagination she had not realized that it could be this exciting. Even when she had laughingly discussed it with Tara she had not been able to conceive of any feeling such as that which now filled her tits, her cunt, her entire being.
They had discussed it two nights after she had walked into her bedroom and – as planned – found Wayne fucking Tara, and it had been Tara who opened the way to adventure.
"You know, I really do envy you, Kathy," the auburn-haired beauty had said, as the two of them sat talking over coffee in Tara's kitchen. "It was thinking of you and all the young studs you've fucked – the wild kind of fucking I missed out on when I was in my teens, I guess, that made me so eager to go along when Tara suggested we cut loose and start fucking other people. You don't know how many times I've dreamed of laying on my back and being fucked by an endless line of boys, all of them with cocks that just stay hard forever!"
"There's no reason why you couldn't, not now." Kathy had replied, and when she realized that Tara was waiting breathlessly, she added, "I could fix it up with some guys I know, if you'd rather not go prowling for strange cock." And so she had.
"But what about you?" Tara had asked then, and with only the slightest, hesitation Kathy had told her of the times she had seen herself as a prostitute, at the enormous excitement caused by the thought of being paid to fuck, of being subservient to a man who could order you to suck his cock, lick his asshole, because that was what he was paying you to do.