Chapter 9 #3
Those filthy words send waves of ecstasy through my body.
Reading my trembling body Henry pushes both large objects into my holes in tandem pushing my climax to a mind altering level until it explodes and floods all my senses.
My whole body shakes from the intensity and its waves flow over me for what feels like minutes.
I can barely hold myself up, pulling my hand off my clit to catch myself before I fall on my face.
As I begin to come down, Henry releases the pressure of holding them inside of me and walks around to the head of the bed.
I’m worried the plug will fall out again but my orgasm must have tightened me up enough that it stays put, or maybe it’s the giant dildo that’s holding it in.
Either way, I’m pleasantly surprised that neither starts to move as while I can’t wait for them to be out I know Henry is eagerly anticipating removing them—after I suck his cock.
Unzipping his jeans, his cock springs free. It is just as thick as the rest of his muscly body—he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Open up Roxy.”
In this position my head is aligned perfectly to his crotch at the end of the bed. I open my mouth and he pushes in hitting the back of my throat in one deep thrust. “I want you to touch yourself again, Roxy.”
Moaning around his cock, I do as he asks, resting my weight on my left forearm again and snaking my right arm underneath me.
The initial sensitivity subsides as new sparks began to light as Henry holds my head and starts to fuck into my face.
I can’t believe I have all three holes completely filled, it’s such a filthy and yet arousing fact.
“Your throat is divine, so tight, wet and ready for my come. You are going to drink me up Roxy, this is your final reward. The best one of them all. I want you to suck my come straight from my balls down your throat and straight into your stomach.”
His words are driving me out of my mind.
I can barely breathe through my nose as I can feel his orgasm building.
His body is beginning to shake, he’s chasing his climax with my throat.
Now he’s holding my head still and thrusting faster and deeper with bruising force hitting the back of my throat.
Saliva is sliding down my chin and onto the bed.
With a roar his body stiffens after one full thrust, almost choking me when I feel the salty liquid hit the back of my throat.
The taste of his release pushes my second climax to the surface and takes a hold of my body—just the thought that I was drinking this stranger’s come has set me alight.
I did this to him and he did this to me.
This complete stranger who has spent the evening stuffing and stretching my holes with toys.
My body starts to go limp and he can sense I’m becoming boneless so he pulls out from my mouth.
“Let me help you down Roxy. Here, lie down on your front, put your head on the pillow. Good girl.” He retrieves a cloth from a drawer and walks back over to me and cleans the drool from my face. He then wipes up his cock before pushing it down back into his jeans and doing up his zip.
“And now for the finale. Here we go, let’s turn you over onto your back. Lift your bottom up and let me slide the pillow back underneath you.” I do as he asks, my body feeling like jelly.
“Pussy first, here we go, ah gorgeous.” Henry twists out the giant dildo. “Look at that stunning gape.” I feel a rush of warm liquid slide too which can only be from my two orgasms. “Now, last one Roxy”
I take a deep breath as he nudges out the final plug from my arsehole. “That’s it, give it a push—perfect, your arse is so perfect Roxy. I wish I could have my whole fist up there.”
I shudder. I’m sure that would never fit even with two glasses of champagne inside of me but I don’t say anything.
Henry bends down to ram his tongue straight into my arsehole.
He pushes deep and I quiver. Watching him with hazy eyes it looks like he’s feasting on his favourite dessert.
When he pulls out, he licks his lips and turns his grey, heavy-lidded eyes up to mine and mutters in a low husky voice, “Thank you for letting me taste you, that was more than I could ask.”
And with that, he straightens and takes a long slow look up my body until our gazes meet. Does he look bashful? I’m not sure, but I can also see gratitude shining back at me. I attempt to convey the same with my eyes because this may be a job but I came twice and enjoyed every minute with this man.
“Let me grab your clothes.” Henry moves around the room collecting my panties, dress and shoes.
He then helps me off the bed allowing me to get dressed.
Once I’m fully clothed again, he leads me back down the stairs stopping at the back door where I entered.
Holding out his hand, I shake it. “Thank you for applying for my job Roxy, it’s been one of the best nights of my life. ”
Filled with gratitude, I reply, “Thank you for accepting my application, I’ve had a wonderful time with you Henry.”
“Goodbye Roxy.”
“Goodbye Henry.”
And with that, Henry opens the door, I walk outside, back down the pathway and climb straight into Frank’s awaiting car.
I can’t help a wince when sitting pulls on my recently stretched muscles and the door has closed before I turn to look back up at the house.
I re-tie the blindfold and Frank pulls away.
I take a deep long breath and let out a big sigh.
That was an experience I won’t forget in a hurry.
Henry wasn’t someone I was likely to forget and most certainly don’t want to forget.
For three hours I was all his and he too was all mine.
There was that sadness again for knowing that I may never see Henry again.
I know I can’t get attached, I’m going home to my husband and children right now.
But sharing such an intimate experience, it means something.
A connection. We may not have chatted; I know absolutely nothing about the man.
I wish I did though, even some small detail about his personality.
But that is the job. It’s exactly that, a job.
I am not paid to ask questions and get to know my clients, instead they are paying me for not knowing, no strings attached confidentiality.
And they are paying me well for it. I turn my mind to the money: $3,000—what was I going to do with that?
The rest of the journey is taken up by my imaginary allocations of the $3,000 in the areas we need to for the house and expenses. Maybe the next job I do I’ll spend a little on myself. I’ll get the boring bills paid and make way for some fun.