Just a Blow Job...for Now

Georgia unconsciously tossed her long, curly mane in that perfect shade of blue-red that signifies the best breeding. Smiling into Rod’s eyes, she asked, “All things being equal, do you prefer your years as a collegiate player or as a professional football player?”

Rod shifted position yet again in his chair. She was built, brainy and beautiful. His women were usually stacked, baked and bleached. They gushed on and on about “Friends” or liposuction and thought seduction was getting naked. This woman had been fucking his mind for over an hour and what he wanted more than anything else was to drag her across the table and plunge himself into her pussy. Rod opened his mouth to answer when his attention was caught by older, more elegant version of his usual variety. The blonde was a plunging neckline and a micro-mini skirt on a pair of strappy stilettos and heading directly for their table.

“So, slut,” the menthol-cigarettes growled menacingly, “here you are with another one of your steroid-induced hunks.” Turning her glaring brown-eyes toward Rod she sneered, “Let me guess, Sunshine. You’re name has one syllable.”

“Mmmm, Ashe, please allow me to introduce you to my date, Rod Kendrick. Rod, please allow me to introduce you to my mentor, Ashe St. Pierre.” Though Rod had felt a blush rising in his cheeks at Ashe’s uncanny summation, Georgia appeared completely composed. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Rod,” she murmured, unfolding her legs, bending down to give Ashe a delicate kiss on the lips before gently clasping her hand gently and leading a suddenly unsteady and apologetic Ashe outside.

Georgia slid back into her chair a few minutes later with a smile and an apology. The waiter brought their entrees and Georgia skillfully led Rod in conversation throughout their meal, making him smile and laugh and keeping him completely besotted. The waiter brought Rod’s brandy and Georgia’s coffee and inquired if they would require anything else. “Actually,” Georgia queried, “does the restaurant carry thermal cups?” The waiter listed the sizes. “Bring me a thirty-two ounce cup filled with espresso when you bring Rod the bill, please, Sean,” Georgia ordered winningly.

Rod raised an eyebrow inquiringly. “Long night planned?”

“I’m glad you mentioned plans,” Georgia smiled. “Are you flexible for the rest of the evening.” At Rod’s nod, Georgia continued. “Unfortunately, I have a disciplinary problem I must attend to this evening and won’t be able to spend any quality time with you. However,” Georgia continued, laying a finger across Rod’s protesting lips, “Ashe has both a wonderful brandy selection and a beautifully appointed viewing room. Would you be interested in quite of bit of spectacular voyeurism this evening?”

In minutes, they were speeding into the night, Georgia’s head comfortably planted in his lap as she brought him to the brink of orgasm again and again. Rod was as high as a kite. Rod was screaming into the night and Georgia was laughing in his lap. His Boxter S sped down the Highway 11, his mouth spewed curses for which his bible-thumping parents would disown him, and his blood had never felt so alive. Rod slowed down in order to turn into the first driveway across the bridge. He was surprised as the swept up the hill to the old, sprawling farmhouse. As Rod rolled to a stop, Georgia unleashed holy hell on his cock and balls that had to be blue from the frustration of the last thirty minutes. He honest to God screamed like a little girl mere second later as Georgia gave him the orgasm to last a lifetime. Her mouth rode him like a seasoned bronco rider, not getting off until the last drop of life was wilted from him. Gurgling, she opened his car door and giggled, “Come on, Bear. Let’s get you strapped into the viewing room.”

Rod allowed himself to be pulled from the car, tucking everything back into place when he felt himself grabbed on both sides by two of the largest black men he had ever seen on or off the football field. “What the hell…”

“Shhhh, Bear. Thomas and Thomas will get you set up in the viewing room.” Apparently oblivious of the two huge, black bucks that had him trussed, Georgia kissed him full on the mouth, massaging his thighs and then his ass, making his deceitful cock begin to rise up and pay attention. Georgia smiled against his mouth and then squeezed the tip of his cock. “Save it, Bear. Whose on tonight, boys?” Georgia asked.

Thomas and Thomas smiled and spoke in unison. “Mitzi.”

Georgia threw back her head and laughed. “Be firm with Mitzi, Bear. She is here to serve. If she harasses you, simply ask her if she wishes to return to her street corner in Manila.” With a kiss and a wave, she was gone.