This is the third part of a multi part story following our heroin, the 50-year-old Miss Deb, also known as the Handjob Queen, through a normal work day supplying relief to her clients.
While waiting on her third client of the day Deb found herself idly rubbing her swollen pussy though her panties. It would be really easy to go ahead and rub one out she thought but decided to save up that energy for now. She did have a pretty good idea on how she was going to get her next client hard for his handy.
Phil was a 45-year-old married man who was a fairly new client to Deb. He had been referred to her by one of her other clients that worked with him in middle management at a local banking firm. He was a weekly regular who liked his appointments simple, though he was a proponent of CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male) and liked some light domination as well. While she considered herself a long way from being a dominatrix, she didn't mind taking charge for those that enjoyed giving up control to her.
Right on time Phil pulled into the drive with his banker BMW. Unlike her other clients, when he come in the door he immediately started undressing. In the spirit of his CFNM preference, he wasn't even to say anything until he was naked. Even when Jim or another client was present, he was to strip down as soon as he entered the kitchen. He folded each item and placed it on one of the kitchen chairs, placing his shoes neatly under the same chair.
When he was fully nude he waited beside the same chair with his hands behind his back. At five foot eight inches and 220 pounds he was far from being the "specimen" that any one of the good boy crew were. Middle age paunch along with thinning hair and a smallish cock did not really get her fire going, but she was still buzzing from servicing the two younger boys this morning. She walked over and grabbed his limp cock and using it like a short (quite short) leash, she led him back to her "office" which was the spare bedroom they had converted into a sort of jack off suite.
As they walked, he did start to harden in her hand. He was a bit of a grower so what seemed like a pitiful 3-inch peeny when limp did get up to about a 5-and-a-half-inch serviceable dick when hard. The fellow did have some rather large balls that hung well below his cock head when he was limp, and he could take quite a bit of abuse to them as well.
"Phil, I've had two young studs through here this morning that have really got my juices flowing. I was thinking maybe you'd like to have a sniff of my panties before we get down to business today. Does that interest you?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am it does," he said, maybe a little too quickly.