Chapter 4 #2
Granted, this was a bit bigger than she was used to.
No worse tasting, though. In fact… it really wasn’t that bad.
Certainly musky from being so close to Miquela’s pussy, or that could have been the incense burning on the other side of the room.
Thank the Lord for my oral fixation. It was what made the job so attractive in the beginning.
Aside from the money, of course. Even before she became a pro, June loved rubbing herself all over someone’s body and making magic with her lips.
It was almost better than the sex itself.
I’m not sure about it, either. At least she knew why Monique came to her.
Blowhard Kingsley is what June should’ve been called.
All right. I’m going for it.
A groan shook between her and the woman beneath her touch.
Was Miquela finally giving herself over?
Would she stop worrying about things beyond her control?
No. Probably not. Women like her never stopped worrying, or controlling, or at least grasping at worry and control.
It was how they were raised, whether they grew up in poverty, constantly fretting over money, food, and shelter, or in the embrace of luxury, where they always wanted more, or were afraid it would all go away.
So to hear that groan of pleasure, of need, of slightly satiated desire was all June needed to feel praised as she grabbed the strap-on and parted her lips over its tip.
Praised, sure. Losing her fucking mind? Definitely.
Fine line between being attentive to a client, mindful of her own limitations, and throwing herself into the wind of sex for the sake of it.
Yet June found herself blurring every line the more she put her mouth on this woman.
Tasting her skin. Inhaling the scent that made her bold enough to have her.
Feeling the surge of power emanating from her body as she carefully controlled how it reacted to June.
I bet she wants to fuck my mouth. Women loved doing that with female pros.
June had seen it at least a dozen times.
Give them something to put in my mouth, and it’s like they’re living every fantasy the world won’t let them have.
Some were undoubtedly working through something with her.
I’m basically a special kind of therapist, depending on the client.
Then again… with the right one, June loved having this done to her.
“Fuck.” Miquela stared at the ceiling. June eased her mouth open to take the strap-on in. “You’re making me want to fuck you even more than I did before.”
It wasn’t easy giving her the usual treatment.
Yet the spirit was willing, even if her body warned her that this woman was unlike any other she had been with before.
I can do this. June spent more time stroking the harness and nipping at the edge of the silicone than outright sucking, but a girl needed time to relax her mouth around something like this.
A girl could also draw quite a bit of inspiration from what she had in hand.
She wants to fuck me with this thing… June could see it now.
Her, on her back, this woman ramming her pussy until she was screaming in unprecedented bliss.
That’s how Miquela wanted it to happen. It had to happen that way.
“Touch yourself.”
June’s left hand disappeared between her legs, stroking the inside of her thigh while her right hand stroked Miquela.
She dove deeper into her trousers as she pressed her fingers along Miquela’s slit, stimulating her clit.
Lips found the base of the strap-on and pursed against it – it elicited another groan from a woman quickly losing her bearings.
Eventually, June couldn’t take it anymore. She had to feel her. Now.
The delightful string of curses she uttered as June tasted half the strap-on urged her to continue.
June would not let Miquela leave her room until she was wholly satisfied in one form or another.
It was only right. Not just because she was paying June, but because a gorgeous woman who had come out all this way should get to have one of the most pleasing times of her life.
Or so June told herself as the tip pressed against the back of her throat.
The rest of her mouth was equally stimulated.
Now I’m wet as fuck. Wet enough to take this on? Shit, did she have XXL condoms in her drawer? It was only right to practice safe sex with this thing. Who knows who else she uses it on… Only the most unsuspecting of women. Like June!
“Keep that up, and I’ll start thrusting.”
So?
“I know you can make more money off of me.”
Why did she have to go and say something like that?
For once, June was enjoying the illusion that no money existed between them.
So much for that. She slowly pulled off, turning her gasp into a smile as she straightened her back and brushed her breasts against the strap-on.
You’re right. Eating this thing until you come from the backward stimulation is five grand.
Fucking my tits with it is a good $7500. So, what do you want?
Hopefully, she wanted intercourse. Fucking her between the legs cost a client $15,000, and June got a third of that after Monique and the Manoir took their cuts.
Not that such cuts were on the books, mind, since that was illegal, but the honor system was strong around there. The madam made sure of that.
June wanted to get paid and laid. She didn’t care if Miquela had a cunnilingus fetish or a flashlight sprouting from her pubic hair. Fifteen grand was fucking fifteen-grand!
“Let’s go to bed.” She touched Miquela’s freckled cheek.
How easy it would be to get lost in her freckles.
June ran her hand down Miquela’s chest until she found that simple bra containing two modest breasts.
June liked them already. “I have it on good authority that the owner of that bed likes getting railed by anything.”
“She shouldn’t like it.” Miquela didn’t flinch as she stood up with June. “She should love it, otherwise, there’s no point.”
June couldn’t argue with that. I am definitely earning my keep tonight.
They made it halfway before Miquela grabbed June and pulled her into an embrace.
“Understand this, June.” The impact of Miquela’s voice blasted through her.
Okay, so maybe you should fuck me? “I’m going to have my complete way with you tonight.
I’ll be gentle when necessary. For the most part?
I am here to fuck you, on my terms. Tell me to stop if you must. Otherwise, you are mine through the night, and I fully intend to get my money’s worth. ”
Her knees trembled. “Of course, ma’am,” she whispered, and not even on purpose. Sometimes, a guest could bring that out. “I’m not afraid.”
A quick jolt of surprise overtook Miquela’s face. It diminished soon after.
“Didn’t say you were,” she muttered. “Get on the bed.”
June stole a quick breath to psych herself up.
Not that she often needed coaxing into bed, even by the worst of clients.
She knew the difference between work and a real sexual experience.
People paid June for her time, her services, and yes, her body.
None of those were a big deal to her, as long as they weren’t a danger, but she also knew that there was a big difference between a woman who ordered her around because it gave her a cheap thrill and one who did so because it was who she was.
She felt that latter point now. Felt it so deep in her body that she automatically went to her bed before Miquela could tell her twice.
“Well?” she said, draping herself across her large, luxurious bed. “I’m charging you a pretty penny for tonight, Ms. Bolivar. Every little thing you do to me. Every hour we spend together.” She made a kaching sound. “Right on your black AmEx.”
Miquela snorted, tearing her shirt open and kicking off her trousers.
“You make it sound like it means anything to me. Just because I say I’m getting my money’s worth doesn’t mean I’ll be angry.
The money doesn’t mean anything to me.” She pushed June down.
Crawled on top of her. Brought her nose so close to June’s that she could hear every breath moving through that soft body.
“Making sure I enjoy myself after coming out all this way? That matters to me. Time is more valuable than money. I don’t spend my time like I spend my money. ”
She could. That was the important thing.
“Fuck me,” June said. She meant it, too. “I don’t say that to just anyone… and not charge them for it.”
Clients were funny things. The kind who came to the Manoir were usually looking for a full experience.
The service. The seduction. The role-play.
The kink. If they were regulars, it was because they felt comfortable here, or because they fancied a certain lady.
Love rarely happened. Clients thought they were in love, but that was their genitals talking, and the love quickly faded once they descended the mountain.
June didn’t care about this. Her capacity to love was fairly skewed by now. It had to be, to do what she did.
So far, Miquela did not fit the profile of the usual woman who came up here.
She was rich and demanding, even in her subtle way, yes, but she hadn’t wanted June to do anything other than make herself sexually available.
Why is she paying for this? It’s not like she knew of me and had to have me.
That had happened twice so far. If Miquela wanted a quick and dirty lay, she could have gone to any hotel lounge and picked up a hottie for the night.
She didn’t have much more time to think. Miquela intended to do more than have her tonight – she was going to consume her.