Chapter 13
I returned Polly's call as soon as Karen left.
"What does a woman have to do to talk to her lover?" Polly scolded, but the tone of her voice was playful. "I haven't seen you for days."
"I've been busy," I told her, propping my feet up on the desk. "Setting up a business takes time."
"Well, I'm proud of you. It takes a lot of guts to start your own business in this economy," she purred. "Of course, this means you can pretty much set your own hours, schedule your day around.. .whatever."
"That's what it means, babe," I answered. "Now, you said you had a project for me."
"Oh, yeah. You get me so turned on I forget what I'm doing." She giggled softly. "My husband wants to install a Jacuzzi on the back deck, right off the master bedroom. Would that be the kind of job I would hire you to do?"
"At your service, ma'am," I answered, surprised that she really did have work for me.
"How much would you charge?"
"Well, I'll have to take a look at it first, make a list of materials, that sort of thing." Even though I was very aware of Polly, the woman on the other end of the line, I was still thinking about business. "When can I come over and take a look?"
"What about tomorrow morning?" she breathed.
"Perfect. I'll be there about eight."
"Make it nine," she said quickly. "I'm driving my husband to the airport."
Peg was coming in through the back door when I hung up the phone.
"I just got my first job," I announced.
She squealed and came toward me, arms open for a hug. At the last minute, I remembered that I had not showered after fucking Karen.
"Let me shower," I said, ducking out of her reach. "I'll take you out to dinner to celebrate."
Peg looked a little confused, but shrugged and smiled. "Great. I'll make reservations."
We went to one of Peg's favorite restaurants, an Italian place that served the best pasta in the world. The wine was excellent and the service was even better.
"Tell me about the job," she said, after we'd ordered dessert.
"Polly and her husband want me to install a Jacuzzi on the deck off the master bedroom," I said.
"Maybe you should offer to do it for free since she was so sweet to stop by and make your lunch every day," Peg suggested.
"I've already thought of that, but I don't think she'll go for it."
"Make the offer anyway," Peg insisted.
I made the offer. In fact, that was the first thing I said to Polly the next morning when I arrived at her house and saw the simple task she was asking me to do. At most, the job would take a few hours and most of the materials were already there.
"You will do no such thing," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "In fact, I should be paying you."
"Paying me? What for?"
"Well, you know how things tend to get out of hand when we're alone together," she whispered, easing so close to me that her nipples touched my chest. "And you know how much it takes to satisfy my appetite."
"I've never had any problem giving you what you needed," I answered, inhaling her perfume.
My hands itched to touch her breasts, but I kept them by my sides. I looked down into the front of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and I would have bet money that she wasn't wearing panties either.
"It's all I've been able to think about since we talked yesterday," she half-moaned. "Please touch me."
I gave in to my desires then, covering her breasts with both hands and squeezing the fleshy globes tightly together. She closed her eyes and whimpered. Leaning forward, I kissed her mouth, letting my tongue dart between her parted lips.
"Will you do that.. .to my pussy?" she gasped, and then looked almost ashamed of her request.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and kissed her again, pulling her into my arms.
It seemed funny that in the heat of the moment she could be so uninhibited, telling me exactly what she wanted in no uncertain terms. Yet, there were times when she was almost shy about some things. I found both characteristics exciting and squeezed my erect cock.
Her body was so different from Karen's. It was just as firm, but more rounded, heavier in some spots than others. That was what I was thinking as I followed her into the master bedroom. It was a huge room, done up in a southwest design that used lots of earth colors. The deck where the Jacuzzi would be installed was right outside the French doors.
The king-sized bed dominated the center of the room. Polly removed her clothes (she wasn't wearing panties) and lay down on it on her back. She fondled her breasts and ran her hands down her stomach while she watched me undress.
"I've been wet since we talked yesterday," she confessed. Her dark eyes never left my body.
"Show me," I said.
Polly spread her legs and used her fingers to part the dark patch of hairs at the base of her belly. Her lips were swollen, her clit erect. I crawled onto the bed between her legs and licked my way up her inner thighs. Moaning, Polly held her lips even further apart and I gazed up into her liquid center. The tiny mouth of her cunt spasmed when my hot breath caressed her.
"Oh, Lucas," she whimpered and shuddered.
"I get the feeling he doesn't eat you often," I said almost to myself as I planted kisses all over her mound.
"It's been years," she told me.
"It won't be long now," I said.
Sliding my hands up under her firm little ass, I pulled her right up against my face. My tongue touched her first, worming its way between her wet lips. She tasted tangy and sweet at the same time. I wiggled the tip of my thick oral muscle against her hole and it opened for me like a flower, oils bubbling.
"Oh, Lucas." Her hands were tangled in my hair. Her body reached for more.
I worked my tongue in and out of her a few times until she was humping steadily. Then I withdrew it and ran the tip up and over her clit, causing her to shudder with pleasure. My tongue went back into her pussy again, deeper than before.
When she was bucking rhythmically again, I pulled my tongue free and worked it downward, stabbing at her ass-hole.
"Please make me cum," she groaned, half in frustration, half in pleasure.
I centered my oral attention on her clit this time and worked two fingers into her tight little pussy. She squeezed my fingers a few times with her talented muscles and gasped with pleasure.
"Suck my clit until I cum," she groaned, holding my head tightly against her crotch.
Doing exactly as she asked, I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her steadily. My long finger snaked downward along her well-lubricated crack until I found her anal opening. I pushed the wet digit inside and her clit throbbed against my lips.
"Suck it!" she all but demanded. "Suck it!"
Her woman-scent was all around me, overpowering and thrilling at the same time. I caught the slippery nub of her clit between my lips and flicked the tip with my tongue.
Polly howled and bucked wildly for a few seconds. Her ass clamped down on my finger and her whole body stiffened as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. I stayed right with her, bringing her back to earth slowly, first removing my mouth from her clit and then my fingers from her ass and pussy.
"That was wonderful!" she breathed when she caught her breath.
My face was covered with her oils and she smeared them around with her fingertips.
"There's more where that came from," I assured her as I stroked my painfully hard cock with one hand. Then I brushed the spongy knob against her thigh.
"I know. I want it, too," she whispered.
That was good news! My nuts were full of churning cum and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her hot, wet hole.
Polly held her legs high and wide, reaching for me with both hands. I leaned forward and sucked first one nipple and then the other as she curled her fingers around my rod and guided it to her steamy snatch. The head was bathed in hot oils almost immediately and she moaned as she worked it up and down the full length of her slit, teasing both of us. She massaged her clit with my cockhead until she was whimpering softly and then slid it down past her pussy to her wet little ass-hole.
"Is that where you want it?" I breathed, licking my way up to her ear, nibbling tenderly.
"I want it everywhere," she groaned.
"In your ass?"
"Yes."
"In your pussy."
"Yes."
"In your mouth?"
Every answer was a little louder, a little more insistent than the one before.
"I want your cum on my tits," she groaned.
"I'll cum on your tits, but first, I want to enjoy that pussy," I grunted.
And with that grunt, I buried myself to the hilt. Polly shuddered beneath me and then she wrapped her legs around my ass.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
My first instinct was to nail her to the bed, to pound her pussy to a squishy pulp. I would have if I hadn't looked up to see her husband smiling down at us from a picture on the nightstand. He was a fast-talking businessman. I had the feeling he was pretty fast in bed, too, or I wouldn't be here with his wife.
With that thought in mind, I withdrew slowly. As I burrowed deep again, I listened to her sigh of pleasure. The next time I withdrew only part-way and thrust forward again, a little quicker than before.
"Yeah, I like it nice and slow," she murmured.
As I fell into a steady but slow rhythm, I watched Polly's pretty face. Her eyes were closed, her face serene, as if she was savoring every sensation of this moment. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her cheeks were flushed with excitement and she would occasionally wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.
"He never fucks you like this, does he?" I asked. Polly caught her lower lip in her teeth and shook her head.
I kissed her and worked my dick in and out a bit faster. With every movement, she grew hotter and tighter around me.
"Please, just make me cum," she moaned, humping upward to meet my powerful thrusts.
"Yes. ma'am," I whispered.
Even after that, I let her set the pace. I met her stroke for stroke, slamming into her hard enough to make both of us grunt.
Polly loved it, groaning and reaching for more and more. Thick, wet sounds filled the room. I concentrated on that instead of the incredible urge to empty my balls deep into her receptive body. I also listened to the soft squeaking of the bed.
"Almost," she whispered. "I'm almost there. God, don't stop!"
Finally, when I was sure she was teetering on the brink of orgasm, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
"Oh! Uh! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Polly's orgasm hit. With both hands on my ass, she urged me to keep moving. I did so, grinding my hips in a circle to stimulate her clit to the full extent. She gyrated wildly beneath me, her body sucking hard on my dick. Her face was a mask of lust. And the pussy melting around my dick felt as if it was made of molten lava.
I almost lost control.
Almost.
Then I remembered what she had said earlier. She wanted me to cum on her tits. Well, the thought of the two of us masturbating together was nothing short of breathtaking. And I didn't even dare think about spraying my load all over her beautiful breasts. I stayed with her, my movements becoming slower and slower until her groans of release had turned to satisfied whimpers.
"Did you mean what you said earlier about me cumming on your tits?" I asked, as breathless as she.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
I withdrew from her completely, her juices dripping off my cock. Again, she caught me in both hands.
"You're slippery," she whispered, sliding her fingers up and down my pole.
"So are you," I answered, closing my eyes and humping her hands slowly.
She drew me toward her breasts, rubbing my slimy cockhead around first one nipple and then the other. One hand went between my legs to cup and knead my aching balls.
"You smell like pussy," she told me, moving her fingers faster.
"So do you," I answered.
I was struggling so hard for control that I barely heard what she was saying. The cum eased into my shaft. My heart pounded. All I wanted to do was cum!
Polly's hand moved faster and faster. Little slapping sounds mingled with my grunts of pleasure. Every once in a while, she paused in her stroking to catch my pre-cum in her palm and add it to the fluids there. My excitement grew even more intense with every passing moment, especially when she began fingering my ass-hole.
I looked down at her face again. The head of my prick was pressed right between her breasts. She gazed at it hungrily, pumping me even faster.
"Polly," I grunted in warning.
Her hand was nothing but a white blur.
There was the familiar tug behind my balls. Then the exquisite, almost painful pleasure that occurs the second before orgasm. And then, with a low roar, I exploded. Polly's moans matched my own as she directed my spraying cock from one hard nipple to the other. Her hand never stopped moving. Soon, her deeply tanned flesh was covered with my healthy load.
Polly released me when I stopped shooting and then moaned louder as she massaged the goo into her skin with both hands. Her nipples looked even harder than before. I lay beside her, struggling to catch my breath and watched as one wet hand slid down her flat stomach to her pussy. She brought herself to a quick hard cum with two fingers and then turned to me, eyes glowing.
"Here's one satisfied customer and you haven't even started the job yet."
I was still too weak to laugh.
"If you need any referrals, let me know."