I Want Her To Know What Love Is Ch 02

This book was originally entitled My Whore. Just before I was going to send the chapter to Literotica, I was driving home and heard the Foreigner song, "I Want to Know What Love Is. Of course, with just a minor alteration, it became the perfect title for this story. In this chapter, there's a lot more masturbation as our couple restrains themselves from having sex. Until Friday, when they get the news that they're both clean, then the handcuffs come off. This chapter contains oral sex, interracial sex, masturbation, erotic spanking, bondage, lots of nudity and fun and games. My thanks to JohnnyGalt, who once again helps make this work better. I was immensely gratified to see how much people responded to chapter 1. Read by 5000 people in 36 hours. I hope the response is just as good for this. This work is copyrighted and not to be used, reproduced, edited, changed or published anywhere without the author's written consent. ©

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I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 2

Small Steps

Sonia was waiting in her exercise gear when I knocked on the door the next morning.

"I didn't leave a note about what I wanted for breakfast this morning," she said.

"I asked for sausage links and two eggs over easy," I said, "for seven-thirty as I didn't know if you could keep up with me."

"I used to be a cheerleader, you know. I exercise quite often."

"I used to be in the Unit, and I exercise every day."

"Okay, smart guy, you win."

I had a nice path that went around Bde Maka Ska lake, most of which was greenbelt. Sonia kept up with me for about a mile, then she started lagging behind. Just to keep my heartbeat up, I ran some circles around her, then ran backward, then skipped, some running in place, all to keep her in my sight. I loved to watch her. At first, she was mildly annoyed by my overall exuberance, but eventually she started to enjoy my antics, and she was laughing and smiling, even though she was puffing pretty hard.

She never stopped running, although her pace slowed down substantially. We got back to my place just before 7:30. I'd done enough extra during the run to keep my heart rate up. She was bent over, catching her breath.

"Just in time for breakfast," I said.

She smiled, but punched me lightly on the arm.

"Fine, Rooster. You got me."

"Not yet, but I'm getting there."

We sat down to eat, and Benson joined us again at Sonia's invitation. Benson heard some of the things from her that I'd already learned. He was appropriately sympathetic.

"What's next, boyfriend?" Sonia asked when we finished, helping to clean up the kitchen.

"Well, it's too early to go on our picnic, but we could do laps in the pool. I like to do a little more aerobic work using my arms, say around 30 minutes, then I usually do some weight work, another forty-five."

"Suit or no suit?" Sonia asked.

"You just want my boner to slow me down, don't you."

"You're right, I do. No suit."

We went into the pool sans suits and there was less fooling around and more swimming, and my boner did slow me down. At one point I was doing the backstroke and my cock was waving above the water like a flagpole, and Sonia laughed when she saw me. She had to stop swimming she was laughing so hard, she might have swallowed water if she hadn't stopped.

"I thought you were joking about the boner."

"Nope. I find myself with a boner about fifty percent of the time when I'm around you, and particularly when you're naked or nearly so."

"You're that attracted to me?"

"What can I say? You haunted my dreams last night."

"Maybe you and I need to stay naked all day so I can test the truth of that statement, or if it's just flattery."

"Not today. Today is picnic day, and we can't get arrested for public nudity."

"Where are we picnicking? That little park we ran through on our run?"

"Better. We'll need to leave around 11:30."

"Gym next, right."

"Right."

"Lift weights naked. Let's see if your cock remains hard."

We went to the gym and lifted weights. I showed a naked Sonia what to do with the various weight machines and free weights. I remained erect to varying degrees the whole time I was there.

Sonia had limited weight lifting experience. She'd had some so she could lift the other cheerleaders, but she'd been naturally strong and hadn't needed much.

"You don't want to get musclebound unless you want to compete. So lift smaller weights more times. It makes you stronger and tones without adding bulk. You're perfect the way you are. You're just holding back time as long as possible. Add a little protein and calcium shake daily to provide the nutrition for building muscles and calcium to strengthen the bones those muscles hold together."

Naturally, I gave her exercises for her butt. I wanted that perfection to last as long as possible. She noted that my dick stayed pretty hard the whole forty-five minutes we worked out.

Before we left the gym, she ran her hand from my balls to the tip. "Damn, I didn't think it was possible, but you stayed in a state the whole time."

"You're my muse," I said. "Do you want to shower together, or is that too far?"

"Considering that massage I had last night, I think we can shower together."

So, I took her to my shower and used the rain shower head to wash up. I soaped her body thoroughly, getting into every crack and crevice I could. I didn't give her an orgasm. I wanted her to want more.

She did the same for me, and I remained hard for the entire shower as well.

"Do you need to relieve that thing?"

"I'm good for now. I take care of things when I need to."

"How often?"

"With you around, at least once a day," I said. "Put your bikini on, we're going for a boat ride."

"I thought we were going on a picnic?"

"We are, but if it's a picnic on land, I won't be able to see you in that fine bikini you bought." I pointed to my head. "Mucho mangos up here, darling. I'm no fool. We're getting on a boat in Deephaven, on Lake Minnetonka, and I'm taking you to Big Island Nature Preserve. Expect to be out until supper time."

"Your boat?"

"Men and their toys, what can I say."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

She put on her bikini and a tee shirt cover up. We hopped in my car and started down the road. We'd have to go down State Road 7 to when we needed to turn off to Deephaven. It was like a continuation of Lake Street.

"What kind of car is it?" Sonia asked.

"A Lucid Air Sapphire, a relatively new electric car. It has a range of 427 miles. I haven't bothered to charge it since last weekend."

"Does it do anything interesting, like self drive or something?"

"No to self driving, although it's close. What makes this car special is this?"

We were stopped at a stop light, and the light turned green. I waited until the car ahead of me hand pulled a hundred yards down the road and the cars behind me started beeping. I hit the accelerator and we were up to fifty in nothing flat. Both of us had been pushed back in our seats by g-forces as the three motors cranked. I had to slow down immediately because I was right on the tail of the first car.

"Holy fuck! This thing is like a roller coaster ride!"

"Faster. It's the fastest electric car on the market today in straight line acceleration. It probably can't beat a Porsche Taycan on curves because it's a sedan, but I took one for a test drive, and I had to have it. Kind of like you."

"You haven't taken me for a test ride yet," she laughed.

"It's getting closer. I can wait."

Sonia reached for my crotch. "Is that still for me, or from the acceleration we just experienced?"

"Probably both," I laughed. "I wouldn't want you to get a swelled head."

"It must be nice having lots of money."

"It is. Don't ever let anyone tell you different, but money isn't everything either. It pays to have balance in your life."

We got to the marina. I'd called ahead this morning and they'd pulled my boat from storage and had it waiting for me, fully fueled. I had a Sea Ray SLX OB Bowrider.

"When you said we were going on a boat ride, I was thinking of a little speed boat," Sonia said. "You can sleep on this."

"Yeah."

"Why aren't we going out for the night?"

"I'm worried about the no sex rule. We'd be sleeping in the same bed."

"Aren't you army types used to self-discipline?" Sonia teased.

"I'm not sure I have that much around you."

"Every time you have the urge to fuck me, just stroke one off," she said. "I'll watch."

"Like all night?"

"If that's what it takes," she laughed.

I grabbed our picnic goodies and checked inside. Lots of chicken, potato salad, some French rolls, cut up veggies with dip, fresh cut watermelon and cantaloupe, two bottles of wine, and six bottles of water. We probably had enough for two meals, but we'd need to come back for breakfast.

"I think we have enough food for lunch and supper," I said. "Not enough for breakfast."

"I doubt that we'll starve to death before we get back. This lake is big, but it's not that big."

"Okay."

We loaded everything in the boat, and then I parked the car and walked back. Sonia was going all over the boat, checking everything out.

"You've got two electric grills," she said.

"We're cooking our food so it's fresh."

"This boat has seating for like twenty people."

"Twenty-two."

"What the fuck, Rooster."

"It's good for making business deals, entertaining buddies from the Unit, that kind of thing. Kind of a party boat, like I have a party room. It's more like a day cruiser than a weekender, but I can take four out for a weekend."

"Isn't this lake too tiny for this thing?"

"Not really. I mean, if all I did with it was keep it in Lake Minnetonka, it probably is, but I'll have it shipped up to Lake Superior, or down to Miami for a run over to the Bahamas or Key West. I could have it put into the Mississippi for a trip down to New Orleans. I don't just leave it here if I have need for it some place else."

"How much does something like this cost?"

"A lot."

"Seriously, how much?"

"As equipped, over a million."

"How often do you use it?"

"This time of year, fairly frequently."

I got us going, heading for the nature preserve. It wasn't that far, but it was time for lunch.

"You ever have any other women on this thing?"

"You're not the first."

"Does it help you get in their knickers?"

"I've usually gotten into their knickers before I bring them to the boat."

"Do you do all right with the ladies?"

"With a nickname like Rooster, what do you think?"

"I don't think you have much in the way of bed posts anymore."

"What?" I laughed.

"If you put notches on your bedpost, they must be carved clean off." I laughed again. "What's the longest you've ever dated anyone?"

"Maybe two, three months."

"Did you have to fuck them all bareback?"

"Only the ones I spent more than a couple weeks with. If I didn't want to get to know them much longer than that, why bother?"

"What's been wrong with all of the other women you dated?"

"They weren't what I was looking for."

"What are you looking for?"

"Not sure, but I'll know it when I find it. Let's get back to you. Did you ever do anal?"

"It was extra."

"How much extra?"

"For someone like you, maybe $500."

"Rich like me, clean like me? What does that mean?"

"Rich and with a big dick. A dick that size costs more."

"Surely you've been with other big dicks. I'm not gargantuan."

"Some longer, some fatter, but you're in the top ten percent for both."

"Does the thousand a night figure cover anal sex?"

"Pretty much anything if you've got me for the night. Condoms of course."

"Of course."

"Any rough stuff?"

"Please tell me you're not into bondage and discipline? You seem like such a nice young man."

I laughed again. "Nothing too outrageous, Perhaps some light, erotic spanking, maybe tying you down so you feel helpless. No ball gags or choking, or yanking on your hair. No whips or chains, no collars, or crawling across the floor, or making you beg for my dick, unless you're so inclined. You can beg, but I won't make you beg."

"Pretty sure of yourself are you?"

"You did say I was in the top ten percent" I laughed, "and I've had a few beg for it."

"That's true, I did say that."

"Did you ever beg for a john's dick?"

"Not and mean it. I said a lot of things to make a john feel good about himself."

"Do you feel bad about telling me all your secrets?"

"Are you going to hire more whores?" She was smiling.

"I wasn't planning on it. So if you suddenly say, 'Rooster, fuck me. I can't get enough of your dick. No one's ever fucked me like you. You're so big,' I shouldn't read too much into it?"

She laughed again. "Not too much, no."

"Does it bother you I'm so.... experienced, shall we say?"

"That seems to be a better question to ask yourself? I'm a lot more experienced than you are."

"How experienced would you say?"

"Let's say I averaged anywhere from six to ten acts of sex around 200 days a year for six years."

"That is a lot of sex," I said. "Do you get a lot of repeat customers?"

"About thirty percent of my customers I've been with before. They know where to find me most nights."

"What percentage would you say are married?"

"Over eighty percent. Married guys mostly don't want romantic entanglements. They'd like to forget about me as soon as they drive off."

"Anyone else ever try to date you?"

"Yes, and before you ask, I gave them the same answer I gave you."

"Then why are you dating me?"

"Because it's keeping me off the streets for a month."

"So you're definitely leaning towards giving me a month."

"You've managed to convince me. I don't expect it to last though."

"Why not?"

"Because you're dating a whore. Tell me you wouldn't get disgusted with me going out to my street corner and doing a solid nights worth of business four or five nights a week, then coming home and telling you I just can't take another cock right now, honey, give me a break.' Or do you plan on paying me five hundred and twenty thousand dollars a year to keep me off of my street corner? That's why I told you I'd never date anyone who wanted to date a whore. Because anyone willing to put up with that shit is a loser."

"When you put it like that, probably not."

"So I look at this like it's a paid vacation. I don't expect anything more. I'm loving this, but at the end of the month, I expect to say goodbye and never see you again."

"You have a very negative view of life."

"I'm a realist. I've lived this life for six years. I don't think things like 'Pretty Woman' happen in the real world. Does anyone really think that Richard Gere would marry a woman like me, who's fucked or sucked upwards of 12,000 other cocks in her life?"

"That is a lot of cocks," I admitted. "Didn't you say you thought 'Dexter' was possible, a cop serial killer?"

She laughed. "Okay, I was stretching it."

We reached out destination. I dropped anchor, turned on the music from the stereo system and got the galley ready, putting two prepared and marinated chicken breasts on the electric grill, putting out some potato salad, and the snacks. Sonia opened the bottle of wine as I grilled the chicken. She handed me a glass. She also shed her cover up, and I saw her in that fucking bikini. It looked fabulous on her, a bright yellow that went well with her skin tones, and didn't cover a hell of a lot. She took a seat at the table in the galley, munching on a carrot, watching me, wondering if what I was thinking, and if I planned to ditch her tomorrow.

Sonia was right. I'd never thought of the sheer number of other men she'd been with. I estimate I'd been with maybe 700-900 other women in the last ten years. That would be a poor year for her, maybe a little more than three months work. Fewer months in the summer, more in the winter. What did that mean? That she was doomed to the life she was living for however long she could sell herself? If I dated her, I was competing with her memory of every other cock she'd ever had and the men behind them. Did she even know how to carry on a real, honest to God relationship? I could ask the same of myself. If the longest I'd ever dated someone was three months, what kind of catch was I? Had I been so stuck on Sonia for so much of my life, I'd doomed myself to ever letting another person into my heart? And when I finally found her, she was a whore, selling sex for money to live, to support her son and mother. Fuck.

I had enough money, I could get her out of this life, a life it seemed she didn't want, but felt trapped in. Maybe my dream was doomed from the start, but I could pull her off the street and set her up with something better. No matter what else happened, I could do that. I would do that. Even if we were doomed, I had loved her for too long to leave her in this life.

I put her chicken breast on a plate, added some salad and a French roll, and handed it to her. We sat quietly eating.

"You've been kind of quiet. I blew your mind, didn't I?"

"Sure did. That's a lot of fucking dicks."

She smiled, not the usual smile I was coming to expect, about half the usual wattage. "I thought so. You can bring me home tomorrow."

"Fuck that. Tommy thinks you're on a business trip. Besides, I want to meet him."

"You still want to spend the week with me?"

"The week? I want to spend the month with you. It hasn't really changed anything. I still want to get to know you better. Whatever happens, happens, but I'm not making any changes to my plans."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Maybe you can figure it out after you've been with me a month and tell me."

"I can't fucking believe you. I thought you said you had mucho mangos up here." She tapped my head.

"Maybe the mangos got mushy?" I said.

"Or rotted clean away," she laughed.

It was more of the laugh I'd come to expect. Relief she wasn't going back to her street corner anytime soon? I don't know, but I loved to hear her laugh.

After I did a brief clean up, I showed her the push button controls to change a part of the aft side of the boat to a swimming platform. I stripped off my tee shirt and shorts to a Speedo type bathing suit that revealed a lot.

"I already know about your junk. You don't have to show me your trunk," Sonia laughed.

"Some women might need reminding," I said.

"I doubt that."

We both went into the water, and we pretty much did the same things we did in the pool with slightly more clothes; a lot of splashing each other, touching, feeling, more talking, We even did a few water sprints, racing to a buoy and back. After exhausting ourselves with tom foolery, we got out of the water and sunned while drinking more wine, the music still softly playing. We'd put some sunscreen on each other. She leaned over and kissed me, soft, gentle, a girlfriend kiss.

"This is the life. It would be very easy to get used to this. Maybe we shouldn't be doing things like this."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to get used to things I can never have, although it's nice to experience it once."

I didn't say anything. She leaned back and closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips. We spent another couple hours sunning, then I rigged a shower to wash the sunscreen off. The day was still warm so we didn't need any more clothes.

I got ready to cook supper, and Sonia said, "You cooked lunch, let me take a crack at this."

"Sure."

Sonia further cut up the vegetables we had and started frying them in a little oil, adding some seasoning. She cut up the remaining chicken breasts after the vegetables had simmered, and added strips of chicken. Stirring everything while she sipped a glass of the new bottle we cracked open, she cooked it until it was the right temperature and consistency. It was almost like fajitas, without the tortilla, with a couple of ingredients that normally wouldn't be in fajitas including carrots and celery, and without the onions.