I walked into
La Mer
with mixed feelings—I had just lost my job or, rather, I had just been "laid off" due to the recession. I tried not to focus on that as I searched the five star restaurant's large dining room. I
tried
to focus on the anniversary I was about to celebrate (even if I couldn't really afford it any more), and the good deed that I had done on my way over.
In the corner of my eye I caught the blur of a waving hand, I turned and saw Ann. 'Saw' probably isn't the right word. 'Inhaled' is probably better. Dressed in a blue silk dress, with a deeply scalloped neckline revealing a hint of her beautifully proportioned B-cup breasts, black hair done up in a tight bun, crystal blue eyes outlined with just the faintest hint of mascara, with her firm lips painted a faint pink. She was a force of nature. Her bare arms were pale, muscular, and supple. Following down from the hem of her dress revealed two perfectly sculpted thighs, toned calves, and delicate ankles wrapped in a black pair of understated stiletto heels. She filled the room with her beauty. And boy was I lucky to have her.
Focus on this
, I thought.
This is good.
"Hey babe." I said as I dodged through tables and wait staff to get to our secluded table in the corner of the room. When I finally reached her I wrapped her in a long embrace, deeply inhaling her lilac and vanilla perfume before kissing her firmly on the lips. When I finally came up for air I saw that Amy was flushed, out of breath, and opening her eyes as if coming out of a daze. Her eyes cleared quickly however and with an awkward little laugh she tried to usher us back into proper decorum.
"It's good to see you too..." She gave a small little laugh as she motioned me to sit. "I've taken the liberty of ordering us our usuals and some white wine. I've already had half a glass, but I'd like your opinion. Here have a taste." She proffered her glass as we both took our seats. The wine tasted...good? I've never really had a sense for any kinds of alcohol, Amy, however, was a real connoisseur.
"Excellent choice?" I guessed raising an eyebrow. Sometimes Amy ordered a "weaker" vintage to see if I could tell the difference. It was a little game we played. She loved chiding me, "You can't tell the difference between a Vosne-Romanee and a Campo Viejo Rioja, but you can easily taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?"
"I couldn't agree more. Good boy." She flashed a smile and favored me with a wink. "How was your day? Anything interesting happen?"
"Well, I did save this old woman." I then began relaying the story of how, on my way home from being "restructured" out of a job (though I left that part out) I found and old woman carrying groceries across the street. The bag had broken and the woman had frantically tried to recapture all of her lost produce with her hands, but inevitably each time she picked something up something else would fall out. She was so preoccupied with rescuing her fruit that she didn't notice the big rig plowing down the road towards her. I tried to yell at the big rig, wave my arms, do anything to get its attention but for some reason the driver was completely unaware. So, I did the only thing I could—I ran into the road scooped up the old woman (she was very light) and ran to the other side of the road. I felt the
whoosh
of air flaring the back of my hair. But I had made it. I set the shocked woman down and went into the street to collect whatever I could. I made a makeshift bag out of my shirt and offered it to her.
'Thank you, young man!' She had said in a voice that creaked with age. 'It's nice to see that some acts of kindness remain in the world.' I smiled at that, it felt good to make someone else's day better; especially after mine had gone so poorly. I pulled out my wallet and insisted she take twenty dollars to replace the groceries she had lost. She fought with me for a few minutes, before finally agreeing that she would 'accept it as a trade.' From her front pocket she produced a bronze coin—about the size of a nickel. One face of the coin had the all-seeing eye, below it were inscribed the
Omnia habet pretium
. The opposing face depicted an open field with a single figure in the distance, the words below read
Cave cordis tui.
'This coin will grant you your fondest desires. Just hold the coin and think on that which you desire. A word of warning a bell that has been rung cannot be unrung.' She touched my hand softly for a moment and then shooed me away. 'Off with you, to the lover I'm sure you have waiting.'
As I finished my story and pulled out the coin and offered it to Amy. She took in one hand and skimmed the surface.
"'Everything has a price.'" She said curiously.
"What?"
"The coin. That's what it says." She murmured matter-of-factly "And 'Beware thy heart' or potentially 'Beware of thy heart' not too sure." Amy was a doctor and during medical school she had felt it necessary to learn Latin in order to better understand the names of bones and diseases. (She's a little too smart for her own good.) She placed the coin on my open hand.
"So...What's my good boy's fondest desire?" She asked with big doe eyes. "Maybe I can make it happen." Looking at her I could only focus on one thing—how much I wanted her to blow me. Her blowjobs were amazing. Unfortunately for me, her sex drive didn't match her playfulness. Most of the time she was too worn out from a shift, or she had too much paper work, or she just didn't feel 'into it.' Our sex life had diminished to
at most
once a week. But I figured tonight I had a good chance of getting lucky. I looked at Amy, then at the coin, closed my eyes, and stage whispered,
"Oh magic coin, my fondest desire is for Amy Wilson to give me a long, luxurious blowjob, and that she swallow what she's given." I expected a faux-reproachful gasp, a gentle slap, a playful rebuke, but instead I heard only silence. I opened my eyes wondering if I had somehow angered her. Amy's eyes looked slightly glazed, she seemed to be staring at nothing, as if she was in the middle of a vivid day dream. Then she snapped out of it and a mischievous little smile grew on her face. Without saying anything she slid off her chair, and started to crawl, on her knees, towards me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered harshly. "Whatever you're playing at, I admit it, you got me." But Amy wasn't playing, I felt the zipper of my pants go down, I felt her warm, soft hand searching for my slowly growing cock, and then I felt her wet, smooth lips touch the head of my cock. As she started to swirl her tongue around the swelling head I looked around the room. Luckily we were in the corner of the dimly lit dining area, the table had a long draping cloth that went almost to the floor. I decided not to question my good fortune.
Amy had gotten me fully hard, but she wasn't done teasing me. She removed her mouth from the top of my erect cock and she let the tip of her tongue drag slowly down the shaft. When she got to the base she started to suck gently on the side of my cock. She flicked her tongue gently every few seconds. Each flick sent a shock up my spine. The fingers of her right hands started tracing down the back of my shaft. Her sharp fingernails scratched and pulled softly at the skin—not enough to be painful, just enough to add to the sensations of her mouth and her tongue. At this point I felt like my cock would burst if she didn't start sliding it down her throat, but Amy didn't do anything quickly. She moved her free hand to my buckle and with deft fingers had it free in a matter of seconds.
She opened my pants fully and pulled my briefs down over my cock, exposing me completely. She moved her mouth down to suck and lick my balls as her right hand started stroking my shaft. She took each testicle gently in her mouth sucking softly, swirling her tongue around the loose skin, letting me feel the warmth of her mouth and the texture of her tongue. She mixed this with a firm stroke of my cock, from base to tip. Slowly, always slowly. Eventually she started picking up speed, and the gentle sucking on my balls became a more urgent suck, flick, suck, flick. Suck...Flick... I felt myself tensing up reaching the edge of orgasm. Amy stopped. Her hand a vice near the tip of my cock. I was stuck on the edge of a deep precipice unable to push myself over.
Amy dragged her tongue up my cock and finally, blissfully, let her mouth slowly sink down. I could've cum instantly, but I wanted to enjoy her incredible skills. The only thing I've wanted that she couldn't give was to take me completely into her throat. I'm not huge at 7.5 inches, but I'm big enough that she can't deep throat all of me. As she bobbed her head slowly I imagined her ramming her mouth all the way down. I imagined the feeling of her throat contracting around me as she kept her nose buried in my crotch. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mental image as she bobbed faster and faster.
Suddenly, I felt a warm pressure on the head of my cock, and I felt her lips traveling further down my cock than she had ever been. Six inches. Seven inches. Then I felt her nose hitting my pubic bone. I heard her gag momentarily and I was almost displaced from the nirvana I was experiencing. Almost. Then the contraction came. It was like a hand squeezing my cock from within her throat. Her throat spasmed a couple of times and the she came up for air. Luckily, she took her deepthroating skills in stride and incorporated them into her regimen. She now began taking all of me in and out of her throat in increasingly quick bobs. She put her hand at the base of her lips and twisted back and forth as she bobbed, her free hand gently caressing my balls. It didn't take long before Amy's expert deepthroating had me tensing up. This time Amy didn't stop, she increased the speed and pressure of her sucking. I went over the edge. I felt the first rope of cum hit when just the head of my cock was in her mouth, Amy quickly took me deep into her throat and swallowed as the subsequent jets of cum exploded from my cock. The swallowing motions of her throat milked me of every last drop of cum that I had.
As I slumped back into the chair a twenty something blond waitress came over to our table.
"Sir, the young lady already ordered for you. But is there anything I can get you? Maybe an extra napkin?" She winked conspiratorially as she placed a spare linen napkin on the table, nodded slightly, and then walked away. After she had been gone for a couple of minutes Amy climbed back up. Her tight bun was slightly disheveled and her lipstick smeared all around her swollen lips.
"What came over you?" I asked. "Not that I minded. You know. At all."
Amy looked shocked at herself, confused, but not displeased. "I...don't know. I just had this...urge to suck you. I couldn't stop myself. So I did. Then as I was sucking you I
had
to have all of you inside me. I needed it. And I guess I was so turned on that my gag reflex didn't bother me. I suppose...I got so caught up in the moment that I wanted to swallow your cum, too." Her eyes lost focus again as she mentally reviewed the feeling of me cumming down her throat. Almost as an afterthought she added, "Don't expect that to happen again." She winked. "Now I have to go to the bathroom and see if I can clean all of..." She waved a hand over her face, "...this up. I'll be back. If the food comes start without me."
I watched Amy walk away quickly towards the bathroom.
