"Don't worry that you weren't able to finish, Maggie, I'm sure Carmen will be happy to take over where you left off."
It was a common line from him. After I'd been on my knees for at least 20, maybe 30 minutes, pleasuring him with my mouth and hands, he'd abruptly cut me off, reaching for my hand and pulling me to my feet. I'd fume for just a moment and glare at him, but he'd win me over with his sexy smile and a spectacular kiss, and then he was off.
If John weren't the single most charming man I'd ever met, I told myself, I'd never put up with it. But he was. He was intelligent, funny, interesting, not to mention attractive. My god, he was sexy. And confident, the kind of confidence that made those around him feel somehow more important just by virtue of talking with him. Not only did I not mind our peculiar relationship, it was actually a turn-on for me.
We'd met several years earlier, becoming good friends when we worked for the same company. I had since moved on to a job elsewhere, but we'd stayed in touch, and our friendship had blossomed into something more. Not quite a normal romantic relationship, mind you, but certainly an, um, unique relationship. Over the years, I'd shared things with him I'd never shared with anyone, and I think I served a similar role in his life - someone he could confide in, someone with whom he'd share pretty much anything. And I do mean anything.
I should explain that John had insatiable appetites. To put it bluntly, he could never get enough head; he longed to have a beautiful woman sucking him off at least once a day, preferably multiple times. And he was charismatic enough to attract multiple women at any one time who were more than happy to serve his needs. He always had a steady girlfriend, but in addition, several other women in his life, myself included. And luckily for him, along with his undeniable charm, he also possessed a steel-trap mind capable of keeping track of all of these relationships with ease. He never forgot a name, never missed a date, and most importantly, never got caught.
None of these other women knew about each other; I was the only one who heard all the stories. It had all started a couple of years back, because of the way in which he shared everything with me. At first, I think he was worried that I'd judge him, counsel him to straighten up and fly right, commit to just one girl. Instead, much as I tried at first, I couldn't hide my excitement, my desire to hear more and more of the stories he so obviously wanted to share. And once our relationship crossed the line into all things sexual, and he realized how much I enjoyed hearing about his experiences with other women - well, let's just say, there was no stopping him.
He loved watching the look on my face as he described what he liked most about each of them, their bodies, their technique when it came to sucking his cock. He took great pleasure in taunting me any time I would gag as he forced his cock deep into my throat: "Carmen has no trouble deep-throating me, you know..."
His girlfriend, Carmen, worked out-of-state, flying in each weekend to be with him. Although he often expressed to me how much he missed her during the week, I knew the schedule suited him just fine, as it gave him the flexibility to meet up with the other members of his harem, as we jokingly called them, on a regular basis.
There were two at the office - both of whom I remembered from my time there. There was Katie, a cute blonde secretary of about 25, and April, a member of the sales team most memorable for her absolutely perfect tits. Neither knew anything about the other's relationship with John, although as I knew from his stories, there had been days when they'd both sucked him off, within hours of each other.
Then was Jenny, a 22-year-old hottie he'd met at the gym, with whom he met up every Tuesday night for a few hours of hot sex. Apparently, they'd meet up after working out, walk the few blocks to her apartment, and, well, work out again. She apparently loved to talk dirty to him, a challenge he loved to throw in my face when I might be a little reluctant.
Kylie was the 19-year-old barista he'd seduced after a series of visits to the drive-through coffee stand on his drive to work. He saw her every morning, but it was Wednesdays when they'd arranged a regular rendezvous - she was able to schedule her break to coincide with his visit, when he'd pull in behind the coffee stand, she'd jump into his truck, and suck him off. Ah, if only he'd reward me with a mouth full of cum after just a few minutes - but, more about that later...
I should really mention at this point that John is 41. I know, I know, you're thinking he's the luckiest man in the world. But as I've explained, luck has nothing to do with it; he's got the talent to pull it off. Oh, and you probably thought I was done. But there's one more woman in his life. That's right, seven in all.
The latest is Sarah, a college student who lives in his building, two floors up. They'd met - you guessed it - on the elevator. After a series of chance encounters, they'd stopped to talk in more detail, discovered that they liked to watch the same show on Monday nights, and before he knew it, John had a standing date to visit her each week, bringing wine and flowers in exchange for head. He was worried she was falling for him - every once in a while, one of the women in his life would cause him some stress by getting a little too clingy - but he kept her in check by never giving her more than just the one evening per week.
No matter how many of these stories I'd heard, I still hung on his every word as he described each new conquest. There was seemingly no young woman who wouldn't succumb to his charms, no hottie he couldn't obtain, at least for a few casual encounters. If I hadn't experienced his charms myself, I probably wouldn't believe it.
Thursdays were my day with John. Don't get me wrong - we talked fairly regularly on the phone, and occasionally went out casually with old friends. But Thursdays were our standing date for sex. Our work schedules coincided so that we both got off early that day, and we had regular plans to meet up at my apartment. Although he'd often be there for hours, it was always with the understanding that he'd have to head home at something close to a respectable hour, to clean up his place and get some sleep before Carmen was home for the weekend. But we made the most of our time.
This particular Thursday night, I brought John a glass of wine and studied his features for a moment as I sat down next to him on the sofa. As I'd noticed many times before, his attractiveness came from a combination of rugged strength and calm gentleness. His blue eyes were penetrating but sweet, his smile was always genuine, his body was fit and muscular, his jaw strong, and his demeanor completely confident and relaxed.
When my eyes caught his, I saw that he was studying me as well. I took a sip of wine, then set down the glass and soaked in the attention as his eyes moved over my body. I reached up to my hair to release it from the clip that had held it up for the work day, and my long blonde waves cascaded down around my shoulders.
"Take off your blouse."
I did as I was told, my eyes never leaving his.
"And your skirt."
I unzipped my skirt, slithered out of it, and tossed it to the floor next to the sofa. I was now sitting before him, in matching black lace bra and panties, as he began stroking his cock through his slacks.
"Do I have to do everything, or are you going to get over here and get to work?"
Our banter was familiar, a constant play of dominance and submission, of master and naughty cock-sucking slut, which never seemed to grow old for me. I quickly scrambled across the sofa and knelt between his legs, the wetness growing between mine as I unzipped his slacks and began fondling him through his boxers.
"So," he said just as I had freed his cock and pulled it into my mouth, "have I told you that Jenny's gotten just as good as Carmen at deep-throating me?"
He wasn't fully erect yet, so I had no problem keeping his entire cock buried in my mouth, my nose pressed against his torso, but I took his words as a challenge to remain there even as he continued to grow. He knew I occasionally strained, gagging when he forced his hard cock down my throat, and never hesitated to rub it in that there were women - women he'd seen just the day before - who could deep throat him with no problem.
I knew that I had other talents, though, and began fondling his balls in his favorite rhythm. Unfortunately for me, that just brought him to his full size even faster, and soon I gagged and had to pull away a bit. As I tried to bring my hand up to clutch his shaft, he grabbed it, pulled it away, and pushed me down once again with his other hand.
