Indecent Proposal

Meeting Kathryn again after quite a while seemed a blessing from heaven for me. I always considered myself an exceptional lover. And, she constantly held a remarkable spot in my erotic memories. In spite of very few sexual interactions, she stayed in my dreams as the best fuck ever and she would continue to hold her place till the end of my life. I was not in the mood to meet her once again; not after how we broke up. But perhaps, love was in the air since it was February and Valentine’s week. Thus, I couldn’t deny the temptation of being claimed by her once again. Actually, as a Human Resources Director in a reputed car manufacturing company, I was in the process of hiring someone with exceptional social marketing skills to help me in my endeavor. So I was more than charmingly astounded when Kathryn called after reviewing my ad-post in a local classified, or such as she told me. After some chit-chat, Kathryn finally asked me if I could meet her for a drink. Obviously, without any second thoughts, I acknowledged, probably a little too excitedly which made her giggle.

As I hung up the telephone, I couldn’t resist the temptation of visualizing her amazing body. When we broke up, I was painfully hurt. Would she be as sexy as before? Or had she excelled her tempting seduction furthermore? About a foot shorter than me, Kathryn was marvelously well proportioned in her mid-twenties. That she was built to be loved, crafted by God himself in his leisure time with exquisite seduction dripping from every curve. That she was a living Aphrodite with insatiable lust, without any doubt. Proud and well-developed bosoms that bulged out splendidly over a slender, tight waist, streaming into the most awesome ass I ever saw, gave her a knockout shape. God! She was honored with a fabulous butt. What’s more, to finish it off, she also possessed ravishing legs. Honestly, it was her legs that enticed me the very first time we met. I could recall it well. She wore a tight, short dress that flaunted every ounce of her exemplary seduction. I would never forget the sight. In spite of the fact that it was her legs that grabbed my attention first, it was her ass that entrapped me. Tight, curvy resembling two large hemispherical ice-cream scoops, it screamed to be fucked.

Besides, with her excellent lovemaking skills, Kathryn would edge me towards my peak much before she even started. What’s more, with a proud giggle she constantly declared: “Hearing you moan because of me, is the sexiest sound I always love.” God! I couldn’t forget that proud tempting curve on her face as Kathryn asserted her dominance every time I was with her. It was like a rat and mouse game for her where, although I played the games, she undoubtedly controlled the scores. Therefore, she always left my mind craving her.  Her pleasure, her wants, her desire started to become my priority. And soon, I started to adore her beauty, her seduction with my tongue rather than my manhood. Sensual nights became the norm of our ecstatic physical union and soon she flipped the switch of the game turning into a wild ride between pain and pleasure. Her pleasures, my pain. “Hold your cock while you lick me! Don’t you dare to jerk it off! When I’ve orgasmed I’ll let you know if you can jerk or that the fun is over…” And thus, I would lay sedated under her offering my oral tributes to her gorgeous pussy; her pleasures. On the other hand, I patiently and impatiently waited for her permission to have a mind-blowing orgasm; my pain. The only issue I ever discovered wrong was her unquenchable lust. I know, most folks would take it as a commendable attribute, in any case. But trust me, when your woman needs it, wants it, craves for it, throughout the night, consistently, screwing turns into a nightmare, especially when you are in the late thirties. Definitely, she could enjoy a fuck throughout the night and it was just my inability to quench her lust every time that kept us from continuing forever.

There wasn’t any question of me abandoning her; I didn’t think I would have ever abandoned her, regardless of what she was and who she was. I always cherished her presence by my side. Apart from her beauty and seduction, Kathryn had the most brilliant brains I ever found, the deadliest lethal combination of brains and beauty. As days turned into months my company’s business was booming with profits and hardly could I find ample time to be with her. On numerous occasions, she confessed that monogamy wasn’t her cup of tea. I took her acceptance as a challenge and thought I could persuade her to be mine forever. When she broke the news of dating another man, I was heartbroken. Desperate to have her in my life, I even proposed marriage. But, she was too infatuated with her new companion. As a result, I decided to part my way and our relationship ended hopelessly. Heartbroken, horny, and humiliated, I attempted to move on with my life. But, I could never totally get her out of my mind. Hardly, there were nights when her memories would not seduce me. Hardly, there were nights when just a mere glimpse of her gorgeous body flickering in my memories, would not make my shaft throb. Consequently, I concluded that the time I spent with her was no less than winning a jackpot. However, the only twist was that I had to return the jackpot even after winning it.

Heading to the bar, my mind raced through countless memories of our erotic adventures. It was 14th February and love was blossoming everywhere. Seeing young couples filled with passion and expressing their love only got me excited. There were a lot of incredible sessions in bed between me and Kathryn. She literally dominated me on the bed and I had to excel by abilities to prove my worth every time. That wasn’t on the grounds of my limited experience with sex; it was on the grounds that Kathryn was simply so extraordinary. Honestly, I couldn’t think about when she wasn’t sensationally astonishing in bed. At first, she was so compliant, so natural to oblige my kinky nature. We played plenty of fantasy games, role plays, and countless passionate kinks of mine that she joined in enthusiastically. Numerous evenings after she left, I replayed the fantasy games in my brain, jerking off to liberate my pent-up lusts for her.

Kathryn just lived with me for a brief timeframe before she became sick of me. Unfortunately, she moved directly into Hugh Jackson, her new boyfriend’s apartment, causing me all around humiliation because of my sexual inadequacy. Added to the embarrassment was the fact that her new boyfriend worked in the same office. Furthermore, I was in senior administration while he was just a Workforce Training Assistant. That made the following couple of months after our breakup much more humiliating for me, always witnessing how passionately infatuated she was with her new hunk as she completely ignored me. I was yesterday’s news and clearly didn’t stand a chance compared to her new stud. Kathryn was just an intern at my workplace. But after our breakup, hardly did we ever interact on any topics outside the business. The way that everybody at work saw her rejection of me and profound respect for the new person only added to my shame. What was particularly humbling was that her boyfriend was just an associate while I was an administrator in the organization. Clearly, I had a predominant position for everyone, except for Kathryn. Unfortunately, I started to suffer from an inferior complexity and started to believe that Hugh was on top for seizing my jackpot and I was the one gazing upward. Humiliated yet aroused, one day I literally begged Kathryn to consider my proposal for marriage while Hugh looked on in amusement. Their giggling still rings in my ears when I recall that day as the saddest one in my life. And now, heading to the bar and eagerly pursuing Kathryn once again, I considered myself in an advantageous position to turn the game and win her back.

After Kathryn left, I went through numerous nights in anguish as I imagined them making love underneath the sheets. My shaft always throbbed harder whenever I imagined she was happier with Hugh’s performance than she had ever been with mine. For some perverted reason, the images of her being completely screwed by her stud always resulted in an overpowering climax. It was obvious, it was better than what I could give her. And, the more I pondered her rich, alluring body, the more noteworthy was my obsession for her.

When I arrived at the bar, I was exceedingly nervous to initiate a conversation. My mind raced through our countless encounters and was finding it extremely difficult to suppress my arousal. Sitting at a table, I sat tight for her eagerly. Obviously, I was early; I couldn’t delay seeing her for one more moment. The first beer went down my throat rapidly; I ordered another one. I had to calm down my excitement. The second beer too followed the first one as I swallowed it down. But, my nerves were still tense and I felt my hands trembling. When I was almost done polishing off the third one, Kathryn arrived.

All of a sudden, she was there, standing in the doorway, her attractive figure gracefully sketched out by the outside light. Wearing a tight and short black satin dress just like she usually loved to for bars and parties, undoubtedly she gave a heart attack to her ardent followers in the bar. In her matching high heels, Kathryn resembled one of the supremely attractive exhibitionists provocating sinful thoughts. For a moment, I thought about whether she could recall how I responded to her when she dressed in that fashion. It took all of my strength to prevent my jaws from dropping. As Kathryn strolled towards me, I examined her, looking for some distinctive differences in her appearance. It had been a couple of months since I’d seen her and I needed to know if she had changed much.

The first thing I observed was that her magnificent body was as slim and fit, and attractive as before. Her hair was thick and dense resembling the continuous waves of a waterfall; typical with a curl falling back over her forehead. In fact, she was considerably more ravishing and alluring than she used to be. Her perfectly proportioned bosoms swaggered out proudly, just as before. Her face hadn’t aged a bit. She grinned reluctantly as she took her seat just opposite mine. Definitely, time forgot to keep a track of her budding graciousness.

“Stunning,” I said. Uncertain of my truthfulness, Kathryn gave me a questioning look. “You look so damn gorgeous. Even better than you used to be. I didn’t assume that you would be so great.” A grin appeared at the corners of her mouth as she relaxed with the compliment. However, I found that something was disturbing her so I decided to help her relax a bit more before digging deep into her troubles.

“I mean it,” I acknowledged again. “You look fabulous. In fact, you look far superior to anything fabulous.” Although I seemed like a sycophant, I was just expressing myself honestly. I couldn’t stop complimenting her charismatic beauty. “You always were an extremely magnificent young lady, presently you’re beyond magnificence. Wow! What did you do?” Kathryn grinned once more. The waitress inquired about any order and Kathryn ordered a beer. I was always so vulnerable around her. In order to regain my composure, I too ordered another.

“Truly, Kathryn—you look irresistible.” I reached out and touched her soft alabaster-white cheek, caressing it gently. I wasn’t sure how she would react to my intimate gesture and it appeared to influence me more than it did her. I confessed, “I’ve seen this face so often in my fantasies.” She flushed slightly but seemed to relax remarkably.

Kathryn replied, “That’s nice of you to say. I’m flattered. Thank you.” She pulled back a bit from my hand. Marginally embarrassed and realizing that I was getting carried away, I finished my glass with one major swallow. Encouraged by the liquor, I chose to reveal something that had been at the forefront of my thoughts. However, I hesitated, impatiently wondered whether I should tell her.

“You know, seeing you once more, makes me recollect something. After you left, I always fantasized you. Every time so especially.” I stated. Kathryn waited patiently. Her eyes blazed with seriousness. For a moment, it seemed that she was scanning my thoughts much before I even confessed. “I have a little confession to make,” I concluded.

“What’s that?” She sipped her beer. I watched her lips press against the edge of the glass. I was so desperate to kiss those luscious lips beautified in dark brown lipstick. Perhaps, my tongue quickly moistened my lips.

“Please don’t get me wrong,” I almost begged. “It’s really a compliment, even though it may sound quite odd.”

“Alright! You’ve my curiosity. Speak your mind,” Kathryn encouraged. Staring into those delightful blue eyes, I regained my strength to confess my illicit feelings for her.

I stated, “You mean the world to me, I think I clarified when you left. Even after our breakup, I always tried to make amends. But after you left, I’ve fantasized about you most of the time. I’ve remembered every moment we spent together so frequently that you’ve become the most adorable lady in my mind. In fact, you are the most attractive person in my life.” Kathryn waited. The fierce, yet scanning gaze in her blazing blue eyes made me so vulnerable. I finally confessed, “What I’m trying to confess is that over the months I’ve understood that you’re the only lady I’ve known whom I would pay to be with.” The scrutinizing look came over her once more. “Please don’t get mad and upset. You’re the best woman and you always deserve the best. I don’t mean anything offensive by that.” I gulped at my words. Unsure of her reaction, I sensed my heart beating like drums. Her look was so cold, so dead serious. As sweat moistened my forehead, I continued with trembling lips, “I don’t mean...hell; I don’t know what I mean. I’m just saying that you were so extraordinary, so excellent, and so unbelievably hot that I would have paid to be with you. It would be an honor for me in a way. Perhaps, I’m stupid, but I’m honest. I would have paid good cash just to be in your company.”

Kathryn enquired, “Paid for it? You mean you would have paid for the sex?” For a moment, it seemed that she was by all accounts evaluating something. “You would have paid to engage in sexual relations with me?”

I tossed down more beer. I was unable to determine what was more intoxicating; the beer or the living Aphrodite. “Certainly. Without a question. You are the gem of a woman whom I would have offered cash to be with.” I offered a tensed smile in order to defuse the conceivable inconsiderateness of the circumstances.

“Really? You would have given me cash just to engage in sexual relations with me? Wouldn’t that make me a whore?” Before I could even begin to clarify my point of view, she cut me off. When she grinned finally, I understood that she was just kidding.

“It’s obvious, don’t get me wrong. I didn’t mean it that way. I implied that you were so great, I mean are so gorgeous, that anybody would be proud to have you by his side.” She waited as I fumbled around with explanations. My cheeks burned and turned red. The entire situation was winding up exceptionally embarrassing. “I know it sounds horrible. I was attempting to give you a definitive compliment. Hopelessly, it turned out rude. Just forget it. I don’t know what’s happening to me now.” I concluded. I took a major swig of the full glass, swallowing it down as if I was dying and the drink was the only cure.

“That is an intriguing proposition.” Her eyes sparkled. “And how much would that amount be?” Kathryn asked. The ball was in my court. I studied her face curiously, impatiently as illicit thoughts poisoned my mind. There was a teasing grin running over her face and a devilish curve wrinkled over her eyebrow. Suddenly, the situation appeared to change. As she stared like a cobra teasing its vulnerable prey, a feeling of raw lust coursed through my spine twitching my leaking shaft. This very feeling, the feeling of being a helpless prey to a lustful predator was something that my senses were devoid of since she left. My crotch tightened as the sensual stimulations assaulted my throbbing manhood. The atmosphere appeared to gain an erotic sensation. Undoubtedly, something was cooking in her devious mind; but I simply had no clue of what it was.

“A great deal,” I replied honestly. “If you are so serious, how much do you think I ought to pay you?” I enquired back just to get a glimpse of her scheming mind, but only got entrapped in her lustful web. Shit! A losing prospect.

“I don’t know. Are we discussing the past or the present?” Her question broke my feelings and thrashed me onto the grounds of reality. I gulped as I shifted my eyes from hers.

“My bad luck, the past is gone. Perhaps we ought to consider the current situation. What amount do you figure I should pay now?”

“A hundred?” Kathryn probed. Was she kidding me? Was she playing me? Or honestly, was she unaware of her worth.

“And, what exactly, would I have for a hundred dollars?” I inquired. The silence that followed made me more anxious. The resulting suspense was just so unbearable. The idea that my meeting with my ex-girlfriend on the 14th of February could transform into something more than just a drink or two definitely caused some significant rearrangements inside my jeans. I squirmed a little in an endeavor to make some space for my little finger inside my jeans. It was getting impatiently aroused and extremely interested in our discussion.

“I don’t know. What do you need for it?” It was so easy for her to regain absolute control of the discussion. Undoubtedly, she always rejoiced crawling inside my mind and seducing thoughts. My heart was beating like a bass drum in a marching contingent. Were my fantasies going to work out? The possibility of those favored evenings with her returned flashing back.

“Well, for two hundred,” I stated, raising the stakes, “Perhaps, I would want you for fifteen minutes, naked, over me, riding me so hard that you could have five overwhelming climaxes.” My answer was intense as I recalled vividly the occasions she sat on my hardened manhood and rode and rode and rode like a cowgirl until she edged herself over and over, all the time I played along squeezing her full bosoms and crushing her adorable, incredible ass.

“All that for just two hundred dollars? That’s all?” Kathryn seemed to curiously consider the proposition despite the fact that it was tossed out half-jokingly. As she paused to think of it, it flashed in my mind why she was here. Lately, she was having some financial issues and needed a permanent source of income to stabilize her conditions. Possibly, Kathryn was here to hit me up to secure her position from an intern to an executive. Obviously, that was absolutely fine with me. Who wouldn’t want to have such a stunning beauty by his side? Kathryn was worth it. Whatever the reason was, I thought to exploit it.

“It’s easily worth that much. Perhaps more. Make it four hundred dollars.” Desperate to impress her, I thought to bribe Kathryn. “Believe me! You’re worth it.” Erotic pictures crossed across my fevered brain. I thought to express them. “Four hundred dollars is more than a rational price for the exquisite pleasure of watching you ride me, while I play with your bosoms and massage your bubble butts.” My expressions were more liberated and loosened; thanks to the six-seven glasses of beer. Besides, imagining the sensational sight of her bosoms dancing while she would ride me also exalted my excitement.

“Perhaps it’s worth more than what you offer.” Her eyes sparkled in a mischievous way. She was also exploiting the opportunity. This Kathryn was absolutely unknown to me. Suddenly, it seemed that she was the one steering our conversation.

“Maybe. Well then tell me. What more would I get if I increase the price?” I had some different thoughts at the top of the priority list. Some specific things we did previously, recollected in my mind. We both rejoiced role-plays whenever we’re together.

“Hmm! That’s a fascinating inquiry. It is safe to say that you are proposing a higher price if we try to do something different as well? Is that what’s in your mind?” Kathryn inquired seductively.

“That is actually what I mean,” I replied.  

“Well, then you should reveal what is it that you need. Besides, I can well recall that you were always the one, devising all the kinky thoughts. What other ‘things’ would you like to do?” Kathryn asked playfully.

I had never witnessed her so lively. With mischievous playfulness, she proved that she was the one controlling the discussion rather than me. I loved it.

“Well, to begin with, I want lots of kissing. Tongues in mouths, that kind of thing. How much for a great deal of deep, full-body, kissing?” I cherished making out with her. Initially, the first dates we had were loaded up with passionate kissing.

“Kissing? Well, that depends. Do you need your tongue on my mouth or mine in yours?” Kathryn perhaps recalled one of my most loved eccentricities. I loved it when she assaulted my mouth with her soft, sensual tongue.

“Both.” I reacted in haste moving around in my seat. The pressure in my jeans was getting very awkward. “In any case, I want a greater amount of your tongue in mine.” I recollected the time I taught her to assault my mouth with her luscious lips and tongue, with her being the aggressor. I loved the manner in which it felt to be the one assaulted. The contrast was passionately overpowering. Though she was shorter, when she dominated the kissing with passionate lust and aggression, I always craved for more of her dominance reversing our usual love-making roles.

“Maybe for that sort of passionate delight, I ought to request another hundred. Don’t you think?” Kathryn was showing signs of improvement in her bargains. Or just she was playing mischievously all along.

“Of course.” I was truly getting turned on. I chose to raise the stakes desperately hoping to get more out of her. During our relationship, we always preferred kinky acts which I crafted; she was delighted to play along with me every time. Sadly, when Kathryn left, a lot of my kinky acts remained unexplored. “Alright.” I took a deep breath. “How much for oral sex?”

“Oral sex? I think that’s quite inappropriate.” Suddenly she understood what I implied. “What sort of oral sex?” With the dazzling looks in her eyes brimming with lust, I was certain she definitely knew what I meant.

“I want to lick your body. Every ounce of its attraction.” There it was. It was out on the table. We hadn’t done quite a bit of that, as Kathryn appeared to be interested in the different positions involving sexual intercourse. We hadn’t advanced much far for her to perceive my need to adore the female body with my servile tongue. But there were times when I took the risk and went down on her. I always doubted whether she loved my oral tributes. Or perhaps, my talents with my tongue and mouth were far below her expectations.

Reading her face, I suddenly suspected that perhaps she knew what I was going to offer. The wide grin all over her gorgeous face was exceptionally clever, perfectly blended with mischief. Possibly, Kathryn was significantly smarter than what I presumed her to be. Perhaps, she was extremely mindful of my specific needs.

“I should charge much more for that, wouldn’t you say? In fact, that’s a very special treat.” Her fierce gaze baffled my senses almost piercing my heart. “Usually ‘men’ prefer my mouth.”

“Huh?”

“You know how it works, don’t you? Generally speaking, men are inclined toward the lady using their mouth on their tool. But, not you. You would prefer to be the one to lick me.” Watching me intently, Kathryn took another sip from her glass. “You were always unique, weren’t you? You’re significantly kinkier than typical men. I knew about your oral obsession, how you constantly needed to utilize your servile mouth. Therefore, let’s accept that pleasure will cost you more. A lot more.” When Kathryn concluded, I gulped horridly at her words.

“How much more?” My mouth all of a sudden turned out to be extremely dry in spite of polishing off glasses after glasses of beer. Licking my lips, I sensed how to accept her proposition. Her grin assured me that she perceived the lecherous idea of my gesture.

“Something like two hundred dollars more. Or perhaps more than that.” Somehow, I had lost complete control of the discussion and the exchange.

“It will cost me more than another two hundred? Why?” However, in sheer desperation, I hurried to close the deal. “Where do I get the opportunity to lick?” Her grin revealed everything. Kathryn remembered everything.

“Where do you want to lick?” Kathryn was playing me like a cat with a mouse.

“Your breasts.” I glanced at her well-proportioned bosom as soon as I breathed out my words. Lustful pent-up desires almost tempted me to suck her luscious mammary glands.

“That’s included in the two hundred dollar package. However, I prefer to charge you another hundred for licking each one.” She took another sip from her glass. I gulped my glass in one sip, or so I thought. “Okay, you perverted kid, what other places would you want to lick?” Kathryn was toying with me. She was the one in control of our erotic discussion now. She was seducing me with her mere words; forget her naked body. This was how I always preferred her.

“Your pussy. Do I get to lick your pussy?” Sometimes, before, she allowed me this luxury, but not frequently. It was one of my most loved sexual acts, devouring the palatable juices of a delightful, inviting pussy, and her pussy was a standout amongst the best.

“Hmm.” Kathryn pondered. “Possibly, but I should include another hundred dollars then. Just to give you the luxury to taste me there. Maybe then I could include all of your the three fantasy spots,” she waved at her chest, then to her lap, “it ought to be two-fifty dollars then. How does that sound? Deal?” She observed intently how I would react to this proposition. Her rates were at a significant peak from when we began. Initially, I thought she just required a few hundred, perhaps a bit more. During our lustful dealings, we inched closer to a thousand now, yet I didn’t get from her all that I needed. Would she dismiss me if I requested something more? Didn’t she remember how I worshipped her lush erotica at the time? Unsure, yet passionately tempted to pursue her once again, I chose to go for all of it.

“Would you let me lick anywhere else?” Perhaps, I was begging earnestly as I was thinking from the perverted corner of my mind. Suddenly, the room felt so warm and cozy. My manhood was throbbing painfully. Buried lust, an alluring temptress, an erotic discussion, and a sensual provocation all blended perfectly like a potent narcotic making my shaft leak constantly.

“Sorry, what do you mean? Can’t you explain?” Kathryn was making it really hard. She provoked me to admit my weakness.

“Do I get to lick anywhere else?” My heartbeat pulsed with excitement and I almost felt that in my ears.

“What other places would you like to lick?” Her eyes glittered. Her grin was intoxicating. Perhaps, Kathryn remembered that one time I demonstrated my absolute worship to her curves. She needed to recall how I licked her all over. Absolutely everywhere. Particularly that exceptional cavity. It happened while Kathryn lay on her stomach on the bed. I was just going to rub her shoulders, but those delicious globes called. I began at her shoulders and gradually worked down, listening profoundly to her passionate reactions to my delicate touches. As I reached the little of her back, I was seriously aware of the sensational feeling of her buns against my chest. Her little moans demonstrated that she was getting aroused by the sensation as I neared the zone of my lust. Little, speedy kisses on the cheeks, and I would move down lower and tongue her legs. That’s what my plan was. Yet, that’s not what happened.

“You know.” I needed her to recognize it, to recall the time I subjected myself. I required her to recognize that I absolutely surrendered to her. I surrendered to the magnificent excellence of her body and committed the ultimate act of degradation. On the trip down her back, I never reached in between her legs. I never made it past her lovely anal cavity.

“Goodness, you mean my ass. You need to kiss my ass once more,” Kathryn asked dismissively as if the act was too degrading for her to even acknowledge. Her eyes pierced mine. I trembled in sheer lust for her as I measured the depths of her bright blue eyes. Her look revealed she already knew my weakness. Her grin was deviously mischievous. As my heart pounded like bass drums, it sealed that I was already hers.

“Indeed.” I stammered my answer; so feeble not to allow anyone to hear. Deep down I was screaming in lust, undoubtedly, her gorgeous ass. Yes, I want to lick your superb, delightful, attractive ass, Kathryn. If you don’t mind, please!

Numerous nights her ass climaxed me in my fantasies. The vision of the tight, hemispherical, flawless craft of perfection stayed always at the forefront of my thoughts.

“Well, I don’t have any idea. I didn’t know you enjoyed doing that. in fact, you just licked it that one time. Perhaps you truly would prefer not to.” Kathryn teased.

“I need to.” I never wanted to beg, however, I literally did.

“I don’t know. You haven’t asked properly.” Kathryn paused. Confidence spurted out of her gorgeous white cheeks. She had all the cards. She was just toying with my mind all the entire time, right from the beginning till now, I was never in charge of this conversation. My cheeks burned in lust, degradation, and at being just a toy in her hands.

“I need to. I need to kiss your ass,” I murmured. Which was more disgraceful, kissing somebody’s butt or literally begging to do it?

“Oh! my God! I never had the faintest idea you’re such a perverted fool. That’s an extremely exceptional treat. I definitely got to charge you extra for that.” Somehow we had surpassed the kingdom of possibilities in the field of exact happenings.

“How much more?” I cried out excitedly. Already my voice had abandoned me, and the uncomfortable bulge in my jeans was making it difficult for me to suppress my pent-up desires for her.

“I’m not sure.” Kathryn gazed intently. “That’s definitely a luxurious privilege. Don’t you agree?” Kathryn teased again.

“Why?” I asked moistening my lips.

“Because you want it so desperately,” she replied, sipping her drink, never shifting her gaze from me. She had me. “Don’t you? Only if I knew how much you love to lick my ass….” She paused and grinned, yet never finished her words. I was shivering, my lips and throat dried. Her intoxication was no match for the glasses of beer I swallowed right throughout the discussion.

I gulped and responded with trembling lips, “Yes.”

“I must admit I’m disappointed with you. You never did it again. Don’t you regret that now? Now that you’ve had time to reconsider?” Kathryn asked seductively.

“Yes.” The truth possessed me, just as the narcotic sight of her gorgeous ass did. “How much extra do I have to pay for that privilege?”

“For what?” she taunted back.

“You know.” I shivered. If I wasn’t at the bar, I probably should have jumped on her. Goosebumps coursed my skin. My cheeks burned as they turned red. My dick twitched as it tried to gain its full length. Never did she turn me on just by her mere words. This was something out of the world.

“Say it,” Kathryn demanded.

“How much more do you want if I kiss your ass? You say it.” Those words erupted from my mouth like molten lava.

“I don’t know,” Kathryn announced coyly. “Depends on where you want to kiss. Just the cheeks?” Her words were fucking my mind. Even in that black dress, I couldn’t help imagining rimming her ass. The temptation was too desperate to deny.

“No.” My tongue moistened my lips again. Sweat drops precipitated on my forehead. This 14th February was undoubtedly a day of reckoning.

“Really? I thought you needed to kiss it. Isn’t that what you asked for? What else is in your perverted mind?” Her mischievous looks pierced my heart. She knew she was in absolute dominance.

“I need to do like I did previously; my tongue inside you.” My response was scratchy.

“Inside? Really? Really?” She wanted me to admit everything. Every perverted pent-up lust I had for her. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that this date would transform into a confession of my deviant desires? All I cared under those horny circumstances was that I was terribly excited. I needed to prove my devotion to her, for her.

“Inside your ass,” I trembled at my own words.

“What? Louder…” she asked intently.

“Inside your ass. I need to put my tongue in your ass like I did the last time.” My eyes dropped on the table, this was too much to bear.

“Look at me when you talk.” Kathryn asserted outright.

My eyes met hers once again, “I need to lick the inside of your ass. In your hole.” I said loudly. The group of women just behind her chair glanced over at us. They giggled and raised their glass in a toast as Kathryn winked at them and giggled back. I was so consumed with my lust, my desperation to win Kathryn back, and in the erotic discussion that I grew unmindful about my territory. That was really pathetic.

“Aren’t you nasty?” Kathryn said loud enough to entertain her ardent followers. “You know, you’re literally begging to kiss my ass.” She was certainly using me as a puppet to amuse the audience who grew too interested in our conversation, lately. “You love to lick my ass, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I confessed the words erupted from my trembling lips. The giggles continued from the back of her seat as one of the ladies complimented Kathryn for her sheer dominance. My mind was at a total loss. I was unable to keep track of time, the track of the events that occurred, and the current stake of my servitude. For a moment, I thought, or perhaps it appeared to me that one of the ladies in the group called out to Kathryn to make me kiss her ass right there, in the bar. My heart was pounding like drums, all I could hear was Kathryn roaring the words, ‘I might,’ while they laughed out loud. Finally, the group rose to leave.

“You’re such a ball-buster, girl. Amazing. Thanks for being our entertainment tonight. Bye,” one of the ladies praised Kathryn. Then, she turned to me and admired, “And you, you’re a great ass licker too.” Giggling out loud, the group left the bar. I was humiliated beyond all limits. Yet, I was getting aroused at every mockery.

“Now where were we?” Kathryn enquired. Perhaps, she enjoyed my humiliation too or more her praises for being a ball-buster.

“We’re discussing the charges to let me kiss your ass.” I breathed out desperately. I tried to adjust my seat as my turn-ons were getting too uncontrollable.

“Oh yes. Actually, let’s close the deal for another five hundred. So, if you pay me two thousand dollars I’ll throw the whole body. Lips, pussy, ass, legs, feet, and toes. You can lick me all over till you’re done. Deal?” Kathryn teased me. She knew I was so heated up; I would have given her anything she would have asked for.

All the entire time, she made me confess all my perversions for her. This was a dream come true for me. I thought I was winning my Valentine once again. I even thought for a moment, that I would be able to change her mind and perhaps make her consider my marriage proposal. She was such a prized possession.  “Almost too good to be true.” I breathed out delighted at her words.

Suddenly, my mind poked me to the idea from where we started our discussion. “Wait a minute,” I whispered in desperation. “What about the ride? You didn’t mention sitting on top of me and riding me. That’s included too, right?”

Kathryn was furious at my probing. “Are you sure you have that talent? Are you sure I would even want that inadequate tool inside me? To tell you the truth, you weren’t that great with it in any case. Don’t you know why I left you for? I have got a real man in my life and he’s a genuine man with a genuine tool. He knows how to fuck and how to make me cum. He’s awesome. And he’s big, not like the little finger that you have in between your legs. He’s got real talent with real equipment. Besides, what do you think I even came here to see you for? I’m simply hoping that you’re better with your tongue. Oh! For the record, if you are unable to prove your worth with that tongue, next time I’m going to charge you double. You said you would pay me for being with you. Let’s hope you’re at least good in your tongue and wallet.” Her eyes penetrated mine. In the past, I could screw her at whatever point I needed, at whatever point I was in the state of mind. Presently, it showed up I would need to agree to orally tribute her. The ball was in my court. I could either lick her and make up my Valentine’s Day night or jerk off again imagining her sexiness. I simply nodded in acknowledgment. I was smashed hard on the grounds of realities.

Kathryn giggled in amusement.

I threw some cash on the table and rose to leave for my home. As we’re leaving the bar, Kathryn poked my arm and said, “Oh! I almost forgot. Tomorrow morning I want to have the job confirmation letter for me and my boyfriend.” I gave a confused look unsure of what she actually meant.

Then she asserted, “Today I’m in the best mood so you have such a privilege. But for next time,” Kathryn glanced at me, “and I’m quite confident that there would definitely be a next time, the price is our job confirmation letters. Or else you’re going to pay me five more times just to have these chit-chats.” Her eyes blazed with confidence conquering my sole existence. Surely, I would do anything to be with her. Printing two papers were just a snap of my fingers for me. I nodded in absolute obedience. 

She arrived at the bar with the requirement of some urgent cash, perhaps to plead to make her permanent from an intern. And now, all because of my perverted desperation and pent-up sexual desires for her, Kathryn finished with me where I literally pleaded to give her money simply for the joy of tasting her delicious curves and cavities. Things had unquestionably changed.

 I was experiencing difficulty concentrating. Her walk bewitched me. The manner in which she swaggered in her tight dress, her ass dancing rhythmically in a proud exhibition, promising wild and passionate times compelled me to understand that I would practically do anything she wanted. I was hers to exploit.

Starting now and into the foreseeable future, I would consent to anything she needed.