My thanks to MormonJack for edits and crits.
Chapter 1
Elizabeth walked into J's room, which he called his office and she called his man-cave, and found him in his favorite chair, his feet up, working on his laptop. Some kind of droning music played, experimental stuff he liked and she didn't. She knelt by him and put her hands on his thigh.
He'd texted her,
Come here.
He hadn't added please, so she knew what he had in mind. She'd replied,
Ten minutes, my Love.
He put away the computer. "I know I don't have to tell you what I want, but I know you like to hear me say it." He sat up and put his feet on the floor. "Give me a blow job."
She nodded, spread his knees, moved between his legs, and put her hands on him, feeling for his cock and balls through his pants. "I've got you very well trained, don't I?" Elizabeth asked. "Tell me again."
"Suck my cock. I want to come in your mouth."
She opened his pants enough to expose him and took his mostly extended cock in her hands. She kissed the tip and smiled the happiest and most affectionate smile she could aim at him.
"You put on make-up, didn't you? Is that what you were doing for ten minutes?"
"One or two emails first. But yes." She took his cock between her lips.
"So you knew why I wanted you?"
"I suspected." She wet his cockhead all over with her tongue while his cock grew to full length. "I was hoping." She blew on him to cool his skin. "I was planning for success."
J chuckled. "Elizabeth Moore in a nutshell. Whether standing before the Board of Directors or kneeling before a stiff cock."
"Only this one." She took him back in and let him feel how warm and wet her mouth was; she tasted how cool and smooth his cock felt on her tongue. His eyes closed as his head tilted to the ceiling, showing her how soft her tongue and cheeks must feel when she sucked just a little.
She was prepared to give him this pleasure for as long as it pleased him, but after a few minutes he sat up and looked down at her. She released him.
"Perform for me," he said. "I like your make-up. Pose like a make-up model."
She pretended she was posing in front of a mirror, similar to what she'd just been doing over the bathroom sink, but stylized like a magazine ad. She pretended to apply lip gloss around her lips with his cock. She pushed him inside one cheek, then the other, making funny faces in profile.
"Very pretty," he said. "Look at me." Their eyes locked. "Now I want to enjoy looking at your very pretty face from different angles while you give my cock a tour of the different parts of your mouth and you show me all the ways you can give my cock pleasure."
"I can't show you
all
the ways, not at one time." She scratched his cockhead lightly with her teeth. "A number of my favorite ways to pleasure you involve you ejaculating in various ways in my mouth."
"True. Let's have you describe and maybe demonstrate some of those ways while you're giving me a tour of your pretty face and luscious mouth."
"I like that idea. I'm inspired." She paused to take off her blouse. She'd removed her bra earlier. "I think you'll enjoy having me be topless for this. Now," she said, looking up at him, "There is of course what I think of as the Escort blow job. I mean, you did order me and here I am, ready and willing." She took the opportunity to put him between her lips and demonstrate how willing she was. His body stiffened. Grunts escaped as he strained to stay in control.
He sat up. This time he needed to put his fingers in her hair and pull her off his cock to make her release him. "It doesn't feel as if you're doing this to me for the money."
"True," she said, squeezing his first release of fluid up his cock and licking the tasty drops from his tip. "And I forgot to negotiate a price. I guess I'm too willing."
"Have you ever been unwilling?"
"Not with you. Oh, I know. Why don't we start with what I call-- in my mind-- the girlfriend blow job." She diddled his slit with the tip of her tongue. "There are girls, believe it or not, who are not as addicted to cock as the girl right now giving you head."
"That is, unfortunately, true."
"But even those girls know how much guys like to have their cocks sucked, and most of them are willing to provide that service to their boyfriends as, you know, part of the deal of being a guy's girlfriend."
"Were you ever that kind of girl?"
She thought for a moment. She took his cock in her mouth and bent forward to give him slow, deep sucks while she continued thinking. "No," she finally replied when she'd released him, "I was always curious to try it, even when I was really young. And I enjoyed it from the first time."
"I can see that there might be a certain ego-pleasure from being serviced by a reluctant fellatrix. But I think you're actually incapable of giving me a girlfriend blow job. That's the one oral pleasure you'll never give me."
"Hmm. Oh dear, you may be right." She slid his cockhead in and out between her lips in a technique she thought of as the Popsicle. "There are times when I decide to blow you simply because you haven't been blown in a while and you certainly deserve one. But--" Another slide between her lips, this one deeper in which she wetted his cock with her tongue and cheeks-- "Fellatio is never a chore for me. Certainly not with you."
"Maybe it's time to move on to other kinds of blow job."
"Whatever you want. But wait. First let me tell you about a blow job fantasy I just had." More wetting. He didn't answer so she continued. "I mean, I do want to give you every pleasure possible. So I was wondering if maybe someday I could persuade a woman, say a friend who doesn't particularly like fellatio, to give you a blow job."
He laughed. "You think I would enjoy that?"
