I knock on the door and wait for her to answer. I know what I have to do as I look at my watch. I have approximately an hour before my clients come over. She answers, confused, "Can I help you?"
"Mrs. Kelly?" I ask already knowing the answer.
"Yes," she says. "What can I do for you?"
"It's not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you," I smile, using the sleazy salesman lingo. This is a great approach. She's expecting me to be selling something, when she realizes that I'm not doing anything but giving her something, she's ecstatic.
"I'm not interested," she smiles, getting ready to close the door.
"Hold on," I smile back. "Mr. Kelly asked me to come over tonight, for your pleasure."
This is the beauty of my business. I find my next victim, at the mall, shopping, passing by their house, or anywhere people roam. Each victim is none the wiser. I followed Mrs. Kelly from the mall. She lives where there aren't a lot of people or houses around. In my business, you need privacy. I waited for her to leave again and then broke in her home. I don't stay long. Just long enough to bug her phone and place a few other bugs in the bedroom, living room. Then I just listen for clues.
That clue for Mrs. Jennifer Kelly was her husband telling her he'd be away for a week on business and she should do something fun. He had said maybe a massage.
"My pleasure?" she asked incredulously.
"I give massages," I smile, thinking about the fun we'd be having.
"A massage," she smiles. "Donald gave me a massage."
"Yes mam," I smile.
"The works," I say, pushing open the door. "Whatever you want. He said no limitations."
She asked me where I wanted to go and I told her it was up to her. This was a fantastic location, secluded, and not heavily traveled. I told her I could go and bring in the massage table, but I found that it worked better when we went to the most comfortable area for her.
She paused and looked puzzled for a while. I helped her, "How about the pool area or your bedroom."
She said it was too cold outside, so we went to the bedroom.
"What do I have to do?" she asked standing awkwardly in the bedroom, pacing from one foot to the next.
"Just enjoy yourself," I smile. "And relax."
I told her it would be easier if she took her clothes off. Her face reddened. "We can do whatever you want," I smiled reassuringly. "Your husband wants you to enjoy this."
"Right here," she said self-consciously.
I give her the practiced smile. The smile that says you have nothing to worry about. I motioned towards her bathroom and said, "Go in there and take your clothes off and come back with a towel wrapped around you."
She walked slowly into the bathroom and closed the door, and then locked the door. I could hear her fumbling with her clothes. I was about to explore a little when I heard the lock disengage. She came out red faced again and I motioned her to the bed.
"Don't worry," I whispered and started to slide the towel down.
"You're going to have to lift a little so that I can get the towel down more."
She did as she was told and I got the glimpse of her left erect nipple. It was her innocence that turned me on more than anything. I began to slowly work her muscles and applied some lotion across her back. "How does that feel," I asked.
"Fine," she sighed.
"You're husband must really love you to pamper you like this," I say smiling again. I had all the time in the world and I slowly worked my way around her upper body.
"That feels so good," she moaned.
"I'm going to work down a little lower," I said softly and I slowly rubbed above her butt area and around the sides of her hips. I then started lightly glazing the sides of her body up towards her head. Each time more aggressive, the fingers grazed her breasts more each time.
"Is it okay that I'm grazing your breasts," I asked, very much turned on by her increased breathing.
"No, it's okay," she whispers.
"You have a beautiful body," I whisper in her ear.
"Thank you," she says, her face flush.
"I'm going to move lower," I whisper and she nods her head and then lays back down. I apply more lotion and the lotion trickles between her checks and I quickly spread her checks apart and rub firmly.
"OH," she says, slightly alarmed and unsure.
"It's okay," I say, "We can stop anytime you want, but your husband said to let you have whatever you wanted."
"Relax," I whisper and I work my hands between her checks down slowly grazing her pussy.
"Are you okay," I whisper again. My cock dying to be set free. I lower myself and spread her legs apart.
Her breath is very uneven. I circle her clit and spread her lips. She is so wet and I can't help but lay my face down and begin to lick her slowly. She cries out.
"Just enjoy yourself, "I say briefly lifting my face up and then finding myself back between her legs.
I tell her to lift herself up and I throw the towel to the ground and instruct her to sit on my face. She looks at me and I smile," It's okay, whatever you want."
She straddles my face and begins to bounce and rock quickly back and forth.
"Lick my pussy, "she cries. "It feels so good," she moans.
"I'm cumming," she cries, clawing my body.
She gets off of my face, and I smile, as my face glistens.
"We've got all night," I smile again.
I push her softly to the bed and grab the lotion and rub her tits. I bend down and suck and lick her tits. I began biting and tugging at her nipples and her back arches.
"Close your eyes," I whisper and she does as she is told. I get off the bed and say softly, "Keep your eyes closed."
She does as she is told. I undress and as I unzip my pants I say, "Don't peek." I circle her clit. "You have a beautiful pussy," I say softly and lick it again.
Her hands play their way through my hair and my dick gets painfully stiff. I lick away and she moans some more.
"Lick me good. Oh you lick me so good." Her hips smack savagely against my face. I rub her asshole and she moans some more. I circle her hole and slowly work my way in.
"Can I lick your asshole," I say short of breath.
"Yes, lick my asshole good," she cries.
I spread her checks wide and smack her ass hard. Her checks instantly turn red.
"Spank my ass good," she cries and I smack her harder and harder.
"Smack my ass," she cries.
I lick her asshole and reach up and twist her nipples.
"Fuck, yes," she says scratching my back.
"Keep you eyes closed," I smile and then I got off the bed and grab some rope from my bag to tie her up.