"Hung"

Brittany had cleaned up some of the cum Robert had sprayed on her body. She saw the bathroom door open as Robert walked in surprising her and gasped when she turned to him and he began kissing her deeply.

He picked her up setting her on the counter and his fingers found her sensitive clit and wet pussy. She moaned as he rubbed and fingered her slowly then he said "Tell me how to fuck you, Bethany...Tell me what to do ... to make you scream in ecstasy ... and it shall be done. I am yours to order..."

Brittany moaned and looked at him through half slitted eyes as he continued kissing her she groaned saying “I want you to fuck me hard... Right here on this counter" she moaned deepening the kiss.
 
"It shall be done," Robert said with a sly smirk, kissing her before adding, "As ordered."

He wasted no time, grasping his long, thick cock, placing it at Brittany's hole, and pushing forward with force. She may have thought she was ready for his massive member, but Robert could see in her expression and hear in her reaction that she wasn't. He should have entered her with more care, but Brittany had asked him to fuck her hard.

He grasped her hips near the small of her back and began ramming her, a bit deeper with each intrusion until his own hips were finally slamming against her inner thighs, their groins pounding hard together. Robert held nothing back, grunting hard with each thrust -- part real, part show -- and staring deeply into his boss's eyes for any indication as to whether he should be gentler or continue pummeling her pussy mercilessly.

He listened to her directions and guidance, following her cry-accented instructions to the letter, desperate to prove that he was skilled with the tool Mother Nature had given him and not simply well hung...
 
Brittany hadn’t expected him to ram into her pussy like that and gasped and cried out loudly not excepting his cock to be that big inside of her tight hole. She gripped the bed as he began pummeling into her pussy deep and hard making their thighs slap together and their groins meet fully.

All of him was in her and at a point she swore she was losing her breath. "Oh god oh god" she panted over and over as he slid deeper and harder into her. At one point she was going to tell him to stop but she couldn't not when it felt that good.

She had never been this full and he was stretching her pussy deliciously. She told him what to do and he easily switched them into various positions her instructing him breathlessly.

He switched them to doggy style and she nearly cried from the pleasure “Uhhh ohhh...mmmm Robert.. Your.. so ... fucking... deep... mmm Please... uhhh don’t. Stop I’m gonna... I’m gonna fucking cum!" she cried out gripping the sheets tighter and biting back sobs of pleasure at one point thinking she heard him chuckle.

She knew he was in control at the moment and she didn't even care she had lost control and knew Robert had definitely showed her what his cock could do to a woman,

She heard him close behind her as well as his breathing increased as well as his grip on her shoulders as he pummeled into her pussy. They cried out in unison as his hips gave one rough last thrust sending them both into orgasm.

She trembled beneath the man unable to speak at the moment and he came deep inside of her laying her down gently on the bed and laying with her his cock still buried to the hilt from behind.

They lay catching their breath a bit and she turned looking at him and kissing him “That was fucking incredible" She grinned looking at his sweat covered body
 
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"You have a date tomorrow night, 9pm."

Robert didn't respond. He'd been shocked to see Brittany's name pop up on his cell phone in the first place. They'd had an incredible weekend together, including that first night of unbelievable sex, a day following of casual conversation and shop talk, and yet another night of multiple orgasms for each of them, from multiple positions and multiple acts, some of which Robert had never engaged before.

But almost two weeks had passed and Robert had heard nothing from her whatsoever. He hadn't wanted to call Brittany himself, fearing the impression of being either desperate for work or -- as was truly the case -- desperate simply to fuck her. They always said that men could separate sex from emotion but women couldn't, and yet Robert had spend the last dozen days thinking of little more than the incredible night he'd had with Brittany and how he so desperately wanted to experience it again. He had to remind himself repeatedly that it had only been training, that Brittany was no more than his pimp and likely didn't care one way or another whether they ever fucked again.

"A date ... tomorrow night?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement, not about working but simply about talking to the woman with whom he'd spent the most sexually exciting weekend of his life. "Um ... yeah, sure. When...? Where...? Who is she?"

Brittany went into the details about the woman, her needs, and other particulars he needed to know. Robert couldn't help but notice that she was all business, never once mentioning the time they'd spent clutching one another with sweat drenched skin. He listened carefully, asking all the right questions without sounding like the amateur he truly was and without asking whether the two of them would ever repeat their weekend with one another.
 
Brittany had been busy the past two weeks with her business and her side business finding her men clients and getting satisfied reviews from the women each time because she knew she trained her men well. She blushed thinking of her training with Robert. He was definitely not like the other men.

He had given her such intense orgasms the first night she had fallen asleep a short while after her orgasm. She had been in so many positions with the man and done so many things that if they were filmed it’d be an award winning porno.But that was just training...right?

She sighed shaking her head trying to convince herself that it was and that getting emotionally attached to one of her men was completely a terrible idea. She had a woman interested in using him a publicized lawyer who was far too busy to find a man. All she requested was a strong hot man with a big cock that could give her pleasure that she'd feel for weeks and Robert instantly popped in her mind.

She dialed him up informing him he had a client and filling him on the details and told him to dress nice. She would bring him to the party as well since she was a guest and introduce him to his first client.
 
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After he donned the suit Brittany had delivered to his apartment, Robert met his employer downstairs at the car and was filled in some more details about the woman he would be servicing that night. Servicing...it just sounded so... NOT him. this wasn't I'm just about sex anymore. This was sex for money. And even though he knew that was his new profession, robert was still having a hard time believing that this was happening.

They arrived at the invitation only party, milled around a bit, and only just moments before Brittany introduced him to his first client did Robert realize that he had never asked what the woman looked like. Was she going to be tall and sleek and sexy like Brittany herself, or a short dumping older woman with bad dentures and blue hair? it was only now that the man who had never had difficulty landing a sexy lover realized that he might end up screwing women for whom he would have difficulty developing the required stiffy.
 
Brittany wore a fitted green dress only accenting her red curls she sported to the event. She smiled seeing Robert come to the car in his suit and complimented him on his looks and discussed the client further telling him what she wanted and expected from him tonight.

She saw his nervousness a bit as they entered the party and she saw a place private enough for them to talk and took his hand squeezing it and looking into his eyes "Robert your worried..." he looked up at her confirming her suspicions and she smiled "You have nothing to worry about believe me.Clara has been a client for a while and I told her about my new guy and she can’t wait to experience the night with you. Trust me Clara is a good woman and pretty basic with her sex she won’t expect various hours and positions like I do she just wants to be fucked and that Robert is what you’ll do for her. “She smiled.

She spotted the brunette and smiled"Clara, hey... this is Robert the guy I was talking about" she said smiling and Clara grinned looking over at him " Wow Brit once again you’ve done an amazing job with my pick...you know what I like and ...Hopefully you do to" Clara said to Robert with a grin

Brittany laughed and said “Of course he does." She handed him the pleasure pack she had stuffed in her bag equipped with condoms lube and one toy if they needed and passed it to Robert she leaned in hugging him and whispered in his ear " have fun if you need anything im down here the room is down the far hall to the left and she’s clean but you have to use the condoms ok?" she said and pulled back smiling

"Have fun you two!" Brittany grinned before winking and walking back into the party
 
"Clara," Brittany said, turning Robert toward a woman in an expensive, tight fitting dress. "Hey ... this is Robert, the guy I was talking about."

A smile spread upon Robert's face as he reached a hand out to the woman. It -- the smile -- was a combination of obligatory politeness and great relief. As a man whore, Robert understood that he would be servicing women of all ranges of beauty -- or lack thereof. But ... he was still just a man, thus far. Oh sure, he had a pimp now and he was being sent on his first job tonight. But it wasn't like most men could instantly be trained to be feel attraction for and be stiffened by an unappealing woman. Then again, most men would screw a knot hole in the fence outside a nudist colony if they only had some lube to prevent slivers.

Could Robert learn to get hot and hard and perform his duties for a less than attractive woman...? Maybe, maybe not. But the truth was, he wouldn't learn that lesson tonight. Clara may not have been the tall, thin, dramatically sexy redhead that Brittany was, but she had a beauty and sex appeal of a different type going for her that both relieved her soon-to-be-lover and began to get him a bit active down below.

"Wow, Brit, once again you’ve done an amazing job with my pick." Clara said, looking Robert over. "...you know what I like..." Clara looked to Robert and added with a grin he recognized as lust and yearning. "And ... hopefully you do, too."

Robert was contemplating a proper reply when Brittany laughed and beat him to it. “Of course he does."

She handed him a small bag that could have easily been mistaken for a well equipped Day Planner, gave him a hug, and -- while close -- whispered, "Have fun. If you need anything, I'm down here..."

Robert missed some of what his boss was whispering as he was exchanging glances and ogles with his first ever sex service client. But he did hear her say, "...but you have to use the condoms, ok?"

He just nodded -- still eying Clara, whose attention had dropped to the bulge growing slightly down one pant leg -- as she finished, "Have fun you two!"

"We will," Robert murmured, just loud enough for Clara to acknowledge with a knowing smile. After Brittany had departed, Robert looked around until he found the bar, then asked, "Shall we get something to drink, Clara?"

"The room has a wet bar," she responded, showing him the electronic key card as she smiled. Clara took the elbow Robert offered, and -- casually, to avoid attention from anyone who might have known Brittany and knew what these two were about to do -- headed through the crowd toward the hallway and, beyond, the elevator.

The room was nice. Not a suite but not a single either. On only the fifth floor, the view didn't offer much, but then ... the only thing Robert needed to view this evening was his naked client gasping for air while in deep ecstasy. After Clara set the key card aside and -- unexpectedly, though it shouldn't have been -- set a wad of dollar bills atop the night stand and turned to face him, Robert shed his jacket slowly and tossed it over the back of a chair as he stepped closer to her.

"So ... Clara..." he said with a soft, suggestive tone as he loosened his tie. "Tell me something about yourself ... and ... about how I could make you the happiest woman alive tonight."

Robert had been working on some sort of catch phrase for days -- weeks actually, since that incredible night with Brittany -- and while he'd decided upon several of them to be used for any one of a variety of client situations, this was the first one that came to mind at the moment, despite it's corniness.
 
Clara led the man to her room excited about her night and knew she would have a good time because Brittany never steered her wrong. She watched the handsome man as they entered the room and she showed him around a bit.

"The room has a wet bar."She mentioned as she went to prepare them some drinks as she made herself comfortable. She knew she was not the ideal woman but she did have a fantastic figure for her size and she did show it off exceptionally in her red dress she wore.

She noticed also that the man had taken notice to her body as she spotted the growing cock in his pants and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt saying to her"So ... Clara...Tell me something about yourself ... and ... about how I could make you the happiest woman alive tonight."

Clara smirked sipping her Chardonnay and handing him a glass full as well saying " Well Robert.. Im not sure What Brittany has told you about me but im a lawyer and i represent alot of rich clients. Ive had a pretty busy week and i need you to help me wind down and take my mind off of things. I am excited about tonight but what i need right now is to be pleasured and fucked" She said boldy and took her hair down and slid off her shoes.
 
"...but what i need right now is to be pleasured and fucked."

Robert's lips spread in a wide smile at the woman's directness. He watched her slip out of her shoes, which dropped her already shorter than Robert height significantly, and continued to unbutton his shirt and pull it from the waist of his slacks.

"Fortunately," he said with a smirk, "That's something I know a little bit about."

He stepped a bit closer to her as he unbuckled his pants and swept his belt out with one swift motion. As he looked down into her eyes from a good 10 inches higher, he leaned in slowly and asked, "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

Robert didn't wait for an answer, instead pressing his lips softly to hers, then parting them a bit for a more passionate embrace. As the kiss persisted, wine glasses held out to their sides, Robert stepped out of his own shoes, then let loose the snap on his slacks to let them fall and pool about his ankles. He stepped back from Clara, one foot escaping after the other, and noticed her glancing down toward the tool about which he was sure Brittany had told her, or maybe even warned her.

He was nearly fully hardened and -- as his cock had escaped the open fly of his boxers during stiffening, most of its thick 11 inches was hanging directly out toward the lawyer. He gave her a moment to appreciate that for which she was paying, then asked, "May I undress you, Clara?"
 
Clara's eyes were glued to Robert as he continued to undress moving closer looking don into her eyes as he asked if he could kiss her. Before she could respond he pulled her in at the waist with one hand and holding the wine with the other as they kissed passionately causing her to sigh against his lips.

She felt him continuing to undress and stared at the huge cock Brittany had told her about. She thought her friend was exaggerating telling her he'd leave her quivering for days but seeing Roberts size she could tell that was quite possible.


She gasped seeing him grow harder and his cock was pointing right at her and she heard him say "May I undress you, Clara?". Clara smiled and nodded as they sexy man stepped toward her with a look of lust and determination written in his features.

He brushed the hair from near her neck kissing her softly there as his hands moved behind her starting to unzip her red dress. He slid off one side kissing her shoulder then her and repeated the process with the other side.

He finally got her complete dress down revealing hersexylingerie beneath.
 
"Beautiful..." Robert whispered close to Clara's, so low that anyone further away than arms reach wouldn't have heard him. As he reached up to pull her hair from one side of her neck with one hand while the other caressed over the smooth skin of her plus size but well cared for body, he kissed her neck with wet lips and a toying tongue and again whispered, "So beautiful."

Pleasured and fucked, Clara had demanded. Robert was going to give her exactly that. He'd impressed Brittany well enough with his mouth and tongue that weekend at her place, and he figured that in addition to describing the tool lower on his form, his boss might have described his second tool which was currently causing Clara to moan and roll her head.

Robert caressed his hands down his client's body as he simultaneously kissed his way down her back side toward her full buttocks. Knowing that she couldn't see his face -- or more specifically, his eyes -- Robert took short moments between erotic kisses to look her over. He'd never been attracted to larger women. Or ... actually ... he'd always had such an easy time with those women that current society called beautiful and perfect that he'd never really had a reason or need to test whether or not he could be attracted to a woman who the Press and advertisers and Hollywood and clothing manufacturers ... and, of course, horny men called the ideal woman.

And yet, here with Clara -- certainly not a Size 2, certainly not the next Miss America, certainly not the first woman his gym buddies would flirt with in the Coed Exercise Room -- Robert was hard as a fucking rock with desire to be inside her. As he reached his knees behind her and gently slipped his fingers into her panty's waist line to pull them from her, he began to realize that he was, in fact, going to be able to do this job regardless of whether or not his client looked like what he'd been raised to think a sexy woman looked like.

It wasn't the body that got Robert hot. It was the woman inside the body. And Robert could already tell that Clara was a woman with whom he could really have a good time, money or not.
 
Clara sighed hearing Robert call her beautiful in an erotic and lust filled voice. She grew wet feeling his lips on her trailing slowly down her body accompanied by his hands and his tongue.

She had no problem getting sex when she wanted it was just she was constantly busy and it was hard to find a man who wasn't completely shallow and looking for a tall slim woman with an hourglass shape.

She felt him slowly rolling the underwear over her plump and rounded ass and felt him place kisses along each cheek and her hips. She was shaven down below and you could see the moisture forming on her puffy pink lips.

She assisted him in stepping out of the panties and felt his hands moving its way along her body as he continued his job.
 
"Turn for me, Clara," Robert whispered, urging her at the hips to spin to face him. When she did, he quickly began kissing her belly, hips, and down to her upper thighs, getting ever closer to the triangular space of now smooth skin. He looked up as his kisses moved toward her conspicuously swollen labia, telling her, "Sit back for me, Clara. It's time for the pleasure part of pleasured and fucked.

When she sat back, Robert moved in between her knees, opening her up and slipping his hands under the backs of her thighs to lift and separate her knees. He wasted no time, pressing his mouth directly to his client's pussy and running his tongue between the pink folds to the sensitive nub pressing out from above them.

"Watch me," he whispered, looking up between her ample breasts as his tongue went to work on her. "Watch me, Clara. Watch me make you the happiest woman in the city tonight."

And with that, Robert went to work -- quite literally -- listening to Clara's moans and cries, feeling her body's movements and twitches, reacting to what made her feel good and abandoning what seemed to do little at all. He was determined to fulfill the pleasure me part of the job from here with his mouth, tongue, and fingers ... the fulfill the fuck me part with the eager, rock hard cock that was twitching, waiting for its own time to participate.
 
Clara watched as Robert sank to his knees and began to pleasure her just as he said. He spread her legs with his hands and began to lick and kiss her lips slowly causing her to sigh as he did it.

He whispered for her to watch and Clara couldn't draw her eyes from what Robert was doing below. She bit the corner of her lip and she felt his tongue begin to fuck her. " Uhhh Oh godmmmm!' Clara moaned panting as Robert continued to service her. She felt his hand and tongue on her clit and felt her body quiver as the expert worked on her.

"OOOh yes mmm yes!" she chanted as he began to finger her along with licked her causing her to roll her hips along with the motions ohh his hand. She felt him suck lightly on her clit and nearly screamed reaching down to grip his head “Ohhh fuck Robert yessss! Mmm god your gonna make me fucking cum!"Clara wailed gripping the cover and throwing her head back begging for him to make her cum. She
knew she was a squirter and trembled feeling the intense orgasm coming on.
 
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Robert knew when Clara came. There was no hiding that ecstasy. Her thighs had begun to tighten around his head and her ankles pressed into his back as she suddenly cried out ... and squirted his chin and neck with her warm fluid. Robert flinched a bit at the shower, never having experienced such liquidity of an orgasming woman before.

But he had the presence of mind to continue onward, wanting to extend his client's euphoria as long as was humanly possible. By the time a now screaming, spasming Clara fell back into the bed, Robert was drenched in her orgasmic discharge. He kept his mouth on her sensitive flesh for a minute, maybe more, simply cupping her quivering pussy with his lips as if to prevent it from feeling suddenly abandoned.
 
Clara gasped for air leaning back against the bed panting after powerful orgasm and felt Robert still lapping at her sensitive pussy. She sat up slightly looking at him and grinned saying sexily" mmm get up here and let me suck your cock" She groaned feeling him take one last lick that caused her body to shudder with pleasure.

She felt him begin to make his way back up her body with his lips and she kissed him as he reached her lips and stood up completely. She moved to her knees on the soft mattress resting herself comfortably and staring at his rock hard cock. " wow your cock is fucking incredible.. Do you think it can all fit?" Clara smirked asking curiously as she reached forward stroking him lightly
 
"Do you think it can all fit?" Clara asked smirking.

Robert wasn't sure whether she meant in her pussy or her mouth, but as she was beginning to lick and kiss at his cock, he responded as if she'd been asking about the latter. "It's been done ... but only once. I wouldn't feel bad if you couldn't."

As Clara's lips, tongue, and fingers continued toying with his massive tool, Robert contemplating explaining that the only woman who'd ever managed to deep throat more than half of his cock had been the last woman to try, his pimp Brittany. He'd been amazed with his boss, staring with shock as she lowered her head further and further toward his groin, taking the monster through her lips, over her tongue, and down that welcoming tunnel.

It had been an experience he wouldn't soon forget, because -- although he didn't yet realize it -- Robert had been developing a lust and deep need for being with Brittany that, quite possibly, could spell disaster for their working relationship. Robert was Brittany's employee, her whore; and Brittany was Robert's employer, his pimp. To succeed together, Robert needed to keep his relationship with her strictly professional, and yet -- even as Clara began taking his cock into her mouth and stroking his hard 11 inches with both hands -- all Robert could think of was once again being deep inside the woman he was contemplating as a long time lover.
 
Clara moved her head up and down in his lap but couldn’t get much of the large cock far in her mouth. She panted growing wet from doing the task as best as she could and said "Mmm I think I’m ready for you to fuck me now Robert" she said kissing him and stroking his cock in an even pace.

She moved them toward the bed grinning and sat letting him take the lead.
 
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Fucking Clara was a far different event than fucking Brittany three weeks earlier. The women were so different, not only in their physical form but in the way they participated in the act.

Screwing Brittany had been about education, and she'd talked him through much of the intercourse, sometimes with encouragement, sometimes with chastising. Her body shape was far different than Clara's, of course. Robert had been able to manhandle her into positions -- such as lifting her against the wall as he stood and fucked her -- that he wouldn't have done with the heavier client he was with now.

That didn't at all mean that fucking Clara wasn't a joy, though. She was just different. Robert started in the standard ol' missionary position, then moved his knees under Clara's thighs about her hips and sat back with his haunches on his ankles. He really got some depth on her like this, and within just a few dozen thrusts, his client was exploding in one, then two, and finally three screaming orgasms.

They rested a bit, laughing about Clara's eruption and the pounding that had come on the other side of the wall after the third climax. And while most people would have been satisfied with this, neither Clara nor Robert were. She'd paid to be fucked, and he was going to fuck her until she begged him to stop. Not only that, but -- despite being there for her pleasure, paid for in full -- Robert was eager to fill the end of that specialty order condom with the product of his own ecstasy, too.

They started again with Clara on her knees, and it didn't take long at all for Robert to leave her screaming again, this time into the pillow she clenched to her face. She was deep into her second orgasm when the angle of approach caused the pleasure in Robert to suddenly begin shooting for the sky. And with a loud grunt and his head thrown back, Robert erupted to finally bring the activity to an end.

After he'd carefully discarded the filled condom, he laid down with Clara, holding her tightly in a spooning position as he kissed her neck and shoulders and she gave him his review. He waited for her to fall asleep, slipped his arm from her, then waited another twenty minutes until he was certain that she was deep in sleep.

As Brittany had instructed him, Robert left her a note about how wonderful it had been to meet 'And Please her. Then, giving Clara one last look -- and a happy, pleased smile -- he picked up the wad of money from the lamp table and made his way home.



The next day when Brittany's name showed up on his phone, Robert answered with, "Well, Boss. Did I do okay? Am I still employed."
 
Brittany got a call from Clara in the morning and laughed at the woman’s reaction to Robert. She even commented that if she wasn’t so busy she’d be calling him more often. She was pleased at the job he did and that the client had enjoyed herself but she couldn’t help the tinge of jealousy that flowed through her a brief moment and stayed professional with Clara.

She got her pay from the woman the night of and assumed Robert had gotten his sum she was supposed to pay him. She called him up to let him know how much Clara liked it and confirm his payment.

"Well, Boss. Did I do okay? Am I still employed?" He said as he answered the phone and Brittany chuckled “You’ve done amazing Robert Clara couldn’t stop talking about it which is what I like to hear from clients although she could’ve spared me a bit of the detail” she said and laughed “How was your experience? And did you get your pay? I know Clara is a reliable client but I always confirm with you guys if you received your money. “She said waiting for Robert to respond
 
"You’ve done amazing, Robert," Brittany answered, causing Robert's lips to spread wide. "Clara couldn’t stop talking about it which is what I like to hear from clients, although she could’ve spared me a bit of the detail."

Robert knew that women talked about their sexual experiences just as much as guys did, but he'd been wondering for the past 12 hours whether a female client would talk of such stuff to the female pimp who'd gotten her laid. Apparently they did, or at least in Clara's case, she had.

Brittany laughed. “How was your experience? And did--"

Experience...? Robert laughed, interrupting his boss. He wasn't sure why that word in particular was humorous but it was. He wasn't sure how to answer because he wasn't honestly certain what Brittany meant, so he simply said, "It was good."

"And did you get your pay?" she asked, reminding Robert that this had, of course, been about money. "I know Clara is a reliable client but I always confirm with you guys if you received your money."

"Yes, I got paid," he said, his smile still wide. I got paid to fuck! How awesome is that? He laughed again, questioning his use of the word awesome, then said, "Clara was very generous."

There was a short moment of silence, during which Robert's mind filled with a surprising multitude of things he could have said. Ultimately what came out was, "So ... the next job...?"

He was anxious to keep working. He laughed again, reminding himself silently You're a fucking man whore, Bobby-boy! A gigolo! Jesus Christ! How the hell did this happen? He was a bit embarrassed, but ... hell, he had the tools for the job, so ... why not, right?

Besides, he really needed the money. His coaching job had paid fairly well, and -- believing that it would continue for years to come -- Robert had investing in a home, an expensive sports car, and a boat. When his savings was tapped out and his credit cards maxed, he'd had to make a choice of what to keep and what to give back. He'd already given up the car and resigned himself to using the train to get from the 'burbs to his downtown job; and now he was on the verge of losing his boat, which he'd dreamed of owning since the first time he'd gone water skiing as a teenager.

I'm keeping that fucking boat! he declared as Brittany responded to his question about the next job. I'll fuck every woman from New York to L.A. if I have to, but ... I'm keeping my boat!

When Brittany went quiet, Robert suddenly asked, "When can I see you again?"

His smile faded from his face, and he was glad Brittany couldn't see the expression. The question had come out of his mouth before his brain even realized he was asking it. The reason for his sudden shock was that although he'd asked When can I see you again? his subconscious was actually asking When can I fuck you again?

He quickly added, "I mean ... I think, um ... that we should discuss business. I'm sure that, um ... there are things you want me to know ... right?"

Robert could feel his heart pounding rapidly. Brittany was his boss, not his lover. He certainly wouldn't expect to fuck his boss in the mail room downtown, so ... why would he expect to fuck Brittany, just because they were in the fucking business? But he couldn't help wanting the beauty. That weekend of training had been incredible, and even though Robert knew the relationship should be professional only, he wanted to be deep inside Brittany's pussy -- and mouth -- again as soon as possible.
 
Brittany smiled hearing he was eager to keep working which she loved bit she also wanted him to get used to different women and know that she didn't expect him to do a job all the time she would assign them.

She smirked hearing him ask when he could see her again.The question threw her off a bit not expecting it but then he had continued with a terrible reason that he wanted to discuss business.

It had nearly been three weeks since she had trained him and smirked " I think your about due for your next lesson Robert...meet me at my place tomorrow night and bring a weekend bag it might take longer to train you in this aspect." She said " we can discuss business as well"
 
Even before Brittany finished speaking, Robert's lips were spread in a wide, happy smile. He'd been yearning to be with his boss again for a long time. He'd been with a lot of women in his life, many of them very attractive, very well sculpted, or both; but something about Brittany was simply irresistible. Robert knew what it was, actually. She was beautiful and sexy and erotic ... a goddess. But she was also a professional. She had done things to Robert that weekend that no woman had, and the memory of it simply wouldn't leave him alone.

Robert was now being paid to fuck women, and yet ... the only one he was eager to fuck was his boss.

"I'll be there," he said simply, giving his farewell. He spent a long moment just reflecting on what his life was becoming, laughing at the insanity of it all. Then, pulling out his debit card and cell phone, he caught up on some of his overdue bills with the money he'd put in the ATM machine after his first job as a male whore...


He arrived at Brittany's just past nine the next evening, gave her a quick once over and a conspicuous sign of appreciation, then asked simply, "Whatcha got to teach me today?"
 
Brittany had gotten dressed in a simple black tshirt dress and had someone make dinner expecting him sometime that evening. She was relaxed and heard the door ring a little after nine and went to answer the door.

She opened the door seeing Robert standing there. "Whatcha got to teach me today?".She smirked and said "Eager to get to the lessons so soon are we?" She teased and stepped aside letting him in.

" Since you asked...im going to teach you to control your cum...you know hold off at least until you have made your client cum a few times."she smirked "Sound like a good lesson?"
 
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