May 2020 (continued)
Two Sides: Same Story (continued)
Myra speaks:
Being the manager for a large, upscale restaurant can be very exciting. For example, last night, our maitre'd stuck his head in and scowled.
"Myra," he said as he came in. "There's a guy out here who says he hasn't got the money to pay his bill. He's kind of a regular. Name's Jack Tufts."
"Give me a couple of minutes and then send him in," I groaned. I looked at the bill then looked at Maurice in amazement. "$302.00," I asked?
"Well, there were three of them originally. I guess they left him to settle the bill."
Then he came in - it was a gorgeous guy I'd noticed around the restaurant. He was everything I usually went for; blond, green-eyed, well dressed and solidly built.
I said, "I understand there's a problem with the bill?"
"I seem to have misplaced my wallet." He said. "Well actually, I think one of my companions may have taken it as a kind of practical joke." He looked chagrined. "Look, what if I give you my watch to hold 'till I can get my wallet back? I'll bring cash first thing in the morning."
Damn, I thought. How could I let him know that I was interested in him? Then, I had an inspiration. The direct approach had always worked well for me in business, why not try it now? "Our policy is not to let a customer leave until the bill has been taken care of." I came around to the front of my desk and slid up on to it. Crossing my legs to give him a good view of what he could be touching, I said, "Let's see now, how could you pay this off? Maybe you could wash dishes. No, that would never cover it."
I re-crossed my legs. He was watching my every move. Oh yea, he was definitely interested.
"Well, I guess there's just one other possibility," I said, shaking my head sadly. "You could take off your clothes."
Jack speaks:
"Scuse me?" I must have misunderstood what she had said.
"Take off your clothes," she repeated. "If you think you're worth $300.00 for an hour of sex."
When my friends had taken my wallet, we had thought that maybe I'd get to meet this beautiful ice-queen, but none of us thought that something like this would happen. I'd been coming to the restaurant for six months, hoping to meet her. When I told a couple of my friends about her, they devised a plan to get her attention. Boy, had it!
She looked nervous, and I decided to put her at ease. "Let me take your clothes off first," I said.
She raised an eyebrow. "You better lock the door, first."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I went and locked the office door, then moved towards her. I began unbuttoning her blouse as I looked into her eyes. "You want a $300.00 fuck, lady, you're gonna get a $300.00 fuck," I said as I slowly lowered my face to hers.
She smiled. I brushed her lips with mine, then kissed her hard. I lowered her onto the desk as I trailed kisses down her throat. By the time she was flat on her back, I had reached her titties. Gorgeous titties! Full, with nipples that pushed up against her bra. I undid the clasp and set them free. She moaned as I kissed and licked all around her left breast. Her hands came up to my head in an effort to push my mouth to that rosy, erect nipple.
"Oh no, not yet. I'm going to make sure you get your money's worth," I whispered as I continued to brush my lips against her soft, perfumed, smooth skin. It tasted wonderful.
Her hands tightened their grip in my hair as I moved back to her other breast. I stood up and unzipped her skirt. Myra braced her feet on the desk as I tugged it down over her hips. After I eased her panties off, she let her knees open wide. I softly kissed the inside of her thigh, then moved back up to where her mound began. Then, down to her other thigh and back up again. I was really enjoying the game. It was incredibly erotic to realize that the supposed 'ice queen' was melting under my touch.
I stiffened my tongue and sunk it into her wet pussy. God, she tasted good. She sighed and hooked her legs over my shoulders as I licked her pussy. I felt her whole body tense when I nibbled her clitoris. I reached up and began lightly massaging her nipples between my fingers as I increased the tongue action on her stiffened clit. She moaned and clamped her legs tightly against my head. I held on tight as she came, bucking against my mouth like a wild woman. The moment she stopped moving, I stood up and unzipped my pants.
"Now for the pay-off. Put my cock inside of you," I said. She reached down between her legs and took hold of my rod.
As she eased the tip into her pussy, I stopped and studied her face. She looked impatient so I rammed my whole prick into her. I remained buried in her softness until she reached for my hips and tried to pump my cock. I refused to move.
"It's worth it, isn't it," I asked. "This is your $300.00 fuck, isn't it?'
"Yes," she moaned.
"Say it," I commanded. "Tell me my prick is worth $300.00 for one fuck."
"Yes! Yes, you're worth every penny. Hell, I'm going to owe you change! Now do it hard," she begged.
"That's right," I soothed as I began stroking it to her deep and slow. She felt so good. Soft and wet and tight all around. She held on tight and matched my rhythm. I bent over her and kissed her, grinding my mouth into hers. I felt her pussy begin to spasm as she groaned against my mouth. As she climaxed, I felt my own excitement build until finally, my cock exploded its load into her snatch. I kept pumping, slower and slower, until we had both calmed down.
She cracked me up by saying, "And here I thought I already knew everything there was to know about how to deal with a customer."
I looked into her smiling face and thought that just maybe, this was the start of a great relationship. I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was, with this sexy, smart woman in my arms, and I got a free dinner to boot!
Myra speaks:
I couldn't believe my luck. I'd just had the fuck of my life from the man of my dreams. Now, how to top off the evening?
"Well Jack, are you ready," I asked, grinning wickedly?
"Ready for what, gorgeous," he grinned back as he kissed the top of my head.
I slipped my hand down to his crotch. "Ready for your change. That was definitely a $500.00 fuck, so I figure I owe you at least a couple of hundred back."
"Mmm. $200.00, huh? That may take a while. At least a couple of hours," he mused.
"So OK. Let's go to my place, it's close by. Never let it be said that Myra Jenkins doesn't pay her debts," I laughed.
"Right behind you, baby," he said.
All of the sudden, he stopped and looked deep into my eyes, "You know, it may take longer to pay off that $200.00 than you think."
I just smiled.
