Message-ID: <42968asstr$1055718603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030615193634.57048.qmail@web40111.mail.yahoo.com> From: Bluepen MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 12:36:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Sex Service Chapter 1 (MF, oral, first, cheat, Fant?) Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 19:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Sex Service, Chapter One, The Toys By Bluepen He knocked on the side door of the large house and waited patiently. A young maid in livery opened the door and smiled shyly, blushing when she saw his blue, red lined cloak. "Mistress called for me," he said, handing her his card. "Please step in," she said. He slipped into the side anteroom and stood aside. He did not sit down; he was always nervous when he met with a new client. The house was a large one for the neighborhood and well built, with tasteful appointments and furnishings. A few minutes later a the young maid returned, her eyes not meeting his. "My mistress will see you in a few minutes. Would you like something to drink?" "I would like a glass of water," he said. She nodded and left him again, returning with a tray with a pitcher and a glass, which she filled for him. He drank as she watched, her pretty cheeks a rosy shade of pink. Again she left him alone as he paced. In about five minutes she returned and motioned to him. He followed her without a word into a darkened parlor, where she left him, shutting the door behind him. The room was a cozy one and could have been the sitting room of any of a number of his clients. A door opened and a woman appeared from behind the heavy curtains across the room. She was slender and tall, with her fine, blond hair escaping the clips in her hair. Her dress was a long, gray, form fitting one with buttons down the front. As she neared him his breath caught in her throat. She was a vision of beauty, with fine cheek bones, full, red lips and green eyes. As she looked at him she blushed. "I am Adam," he said in a quiet, almost subdued voice. "Adam, I am Isabella. Are you ready?" "Yes, Mistress, I am prepared." On a side table, according to the instructions, was a teapot of hot water with a single cup. Next to it was a basic with soap and a towel. He smiled. "Would, would you like me to sit?" she asked. He looked about. There was a settee nearby and he motioned to it. "Here would be best," he said. With grace that was goddess like she moved to the settee and perched on the edge, obviously nervous. "You have never had this service before?" he asked, walking over to the table, putting a small tea bag in the cup and adding hot water. He let it steep for a moment. Finally she answered. "No, no, I have not, but I have discussed it with my friends." "Your communication said you wanted standard service?" he said, wording it as a question. He picked up the tea cup, in which dark, rich tea had brewed. He put the tea bag on the saucer. "Uh, yes, I uh, do," she said, blushing even more. She was a very pretty woman. What kind of man did not take care of such a woman? "Then, shall we get started?" he asked. Handing her the cup of tea he knelt on one knee in front of her. "Now, drink it all." She looked down at the tea and then at him. Without a word she sipped it, then downed the hot tea with a couple of gulps. He took the cup and saucer from him and put them on the small table nearby. He looked at her, as the tea took effect, relaxing her just a little, as he put his hands on her knees very lightly. She stiffened a little as he did, but then relaxed as he ran his hands up her thighs and back down. His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned one, then two, then three and finally four buttons, uncovering her as he did, his eyes falling to look at her as he did. She had only a little hair of a light brown color. He could smell her musk from where he kneeled in front of her. Out of his small bag he brought the main instrument of his trade, a dildo about a foot long, slender, with a larger head than shaft. It was made of a black material and had a shiny surface. He held so she could not see it as he gently kissed first one thigh and then the other as she sighed and quivered. "Relax my dear, just relax and enjoy," he whispered. His eyes met hers, where he saw a combination of desire and uncertainty as he kissed her thigh again. She spread her legs wider, an involuntary reaction to his attentions. He was now only a few inches from her sex. It was tender, pink, like that of a young girl. He inhaled her musk as he kissed the top of her pussy, just above he clit. She inhaled deeply and her hand rested on his head, drawing him closer as his extended his practiced, talented tongue. He touched her hooded clit just so with the tip of it, tasting her for the first time. She had a sweet taste that made him want more. With gentle strokes he worked it, eliciting quivers and sighs from his client, feeling the clit slowly harden and emerge from its hiding place. He had learned a long time ago that a woman not used to this stimulus needed to be started slowly. He ran his tongue down her lips, parting them just slightly, tasting her slightly salty inner juice as it started to come out. Very slowly, he penetrated her with his tongue, parting her lips more. She whimpered now, her back arching slightly. As his lips returned to her clit he lifted the dildo and pushed it against her opening as she let out a small cry. He looked up, his tongue swirling around her clit in a circular motion, making it harder yet as he slowly penetrated her, parting her lips with the dildo as her back arched and she drew in a deep breath. "Oh, yes, oh, my," she whispered as he pushed in to the depth of about six inches, then turned it and drew it out, then entered again, turning it as he did. His tongue continued to work on her clit, which was now fully erect and engorged, now moving to the tip, then back to the circular motion. Her hips were now moving in a circular motion as well as her breath became ragged and her thighs trembled. Continuing with his licking he also continued with the stroking in and out and turning of the dildo, stimulating her g-spot as she trembled and gasped. As she was about to orgasm he started flicking his tongue faster and stroking faster. At that moment she arched her back, lifting her hips off of the settee, as he clamped his mouth to her clit and pushed the large, black dildo all the way in. With a loud cry she came and came as he continued to lick and fuck her with the dildo simultaneously. She twisted and turned in his strong grip as she came. Finally he pulled back, leaving the dildo buried in her as she trembled and put her hands to her face. "Oh, oh, god, oh, it was incredible," she whimpered. He did not answer, but slowly, very slowly, extracted the dildo, covered with her juices. She trembled as it left a void in her belly. He stood then, picking up his bag and turning away from her. He stepped to the sidebar and, using the basin there he washed the dildo and dried it, putting it back in his bag. When he turned back she had pulled her robe together and was composing herself. "I assume that was satisfactory, my lady?' `There are no words to describe it. My friend was correct." She was actually sweating and was fully flushed. God, what a beautiful woman, he thought; what would it be like to make love to her the right way? "I am very glad you enjoyed it," he said, smiling. His erection had subsided by now. "Your fee is in the envelope there on the table," she said. He picked it up and put in the bag, knowing better than to count it. "May I ask you something?" she asked. "Yes, of course," he said. Some of the women, especially the very lonely older ones kept him for some time for small talk, something they also paid for. He doubted that was what this young, beautiful wife of a prominent man wanted. "Have you ever provided special services?" "That, my lady, is not possible." He and his kind were tolerated only because they never really had "sex" with their clients. They took care of the physical needs only. Actually making love to one of his high class clients would be too much and he would end up dead. Of course, he was tempted, but he made a good living with this and enjoyed his work a great deal. "What if my husband hired you?" "Why would he do that, my lady?" "He is unable to father a child and he wants one. Someone in society would never keep it quiet, but you are paid to be confidential. You are handsome and healthy." "Have you discussed this with your husband?" "No, I canted to see you first." "Under the circumstances I will consider it only if he requests it himself." She nodded and looked him up and down. "Well, you will be hearing from me," she said. He only smiled as she rose and left the room. The maid returned a few moments later and escorted him out, blushing furiously. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! 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