A single 41-year-old man who’s all too familiar with striking out with women. Frankie’s never had a steady girlfriend and is socially awkward. He recently turned to paying for sex to satisfy his physical and emotional needs.
Mistress
Mistress is a very well-paid escort who controls and dominates her customers. Her favorite sexual act is receiving oral sex. She gets off on toying with her clients, especially Frankie.
I knew he was right outside the door. Groveling like the pathetic pig that he was. Despite his desperation, Frankie was still one of my favorites. He tried so hard to please me. What he didn’t know was that no one ever could. Not really. Not fully. I had an insatiable hunger for sex and control. I got off on seeing men beg for my affection. The worse I treated them, the more they wanted me. The harder they came and the harsher I was to them. It was like a cruel game with no definitive end.
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She was the kind of woman who would put your wildest fantasies to shame. She screamed sensuality, with a pull on her lips so sinful, you don’t even realise that she has a hold on you until you’re kneeling on the floor, begging for her undivided attention. Nobody warned me that she would leave you yearning for weeks on end from the slightest graze of her fingertips, or that your skin would itch relentlessly until you saw her again.
I knew he was right outside the door. Groveling like the pathetic pig that he was. Despite his desperation, Frankie was still one of my favorites. He tried so hard to please me. What he didn’t know was that no one ever could. Not really. Not fully. I had an insatiable hunger for sex and control. I got off on seeing men beg for my affection. The worse I treated them, the more they wanted me. The harder they came and the harsher I was to them. It was like a cruel game with no definitive end.
As I laid there, letting Paul eat my pussy, I listened to the rhythmic tapping at the front door. Frankie’s knocks started soft and short and quickly sped up to a hard, fast, and frantic song. My heartbeat pounded in unison with his calls for me. I rode Paul’s face harder, a new fire lit inside my loins. The man between my legs and the one at my doorstep were both longing for me. They both wanted to taste my sweet gift and satisfy me.
I grabbed Paul’s shoulders, pulling him up my body.
I gripped his hair tightly, tugging his head upward. “Fuck me, now.”
A mischievous smile spread across his face as he happily plunged his enormous cock into my slippery hole. I wanted Frankie to hear. I wanted him to know that Paul was exactly where he wanted to be. That he was nothing compared to this animal between my legs. Paul grunted loudly as he fucked me with long, deep thrusts. The tip of his cock tickled my G-spot with expert precision. I wrapped my legs around his back, clinging to his sweaty, muscular frame.
Paul grabbed my knees, shoving them wider apart as he drove his dick deeper into my dark, pleasure cave. I grabbed my tits, squeezing the soft pale flesh between my fingers. He reached down, flicking my clit with his thumb as he continued to pound me. It was time.
“Can I come, Mistress?” His voice was panicked. He couldn’t have stopped even if I hadn’t given him permission.
I paused for a moment, watching the pain in his eyes. The veins in his neck were bulging and his grip on my body tightened.
“Mistress?” His voice was more urgent now.
I nodded ever so slightly. Just in time for Paul to cry out like a wild animal, falling on top of me as he released a hot, thick load of jizz deep into my body. I felt my pussy fill with his creamy load. I bit my lip, letting him finish. Amateur, I thought.
I was feeling generous so I let him lay on me for a few seconds before pushing him away and closing my legs. I wrapped my silk robe around my naked body and sat up.
“Now get dressed,” I said, tossing his clothes to him.
Paul moved to the corner to collect himself.
I stood up, waiting for the familiar rush of hot liquid down my inner thigh. Paul had left a generous load for Frankie to clean up. I walked toward the door where Frankie’s knocks had subsided slightly. He’d probably grown tired of waiting but I wasn’t worried. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I opened the door slowly. There he was. Flowers in his hand and a look of desperation on his face. His eyes were filled with desire and a slight hint of pathetic longing. He smiled wide and bright and I couldn’t help but smile back. I hugged the robe close.
“Hello, Frankie.”
With those two words, he instantly fell to my feet. Kissing, rubbing, and inhaling the scent of my bare feet. I stood there motionless, looking down at this pathetic heap on my doorstep. His hands moved up my feet to my ankles and then my calves. His touch was firm and hungry. I felt my cunt twinge, regaining energy and desire. His fingertips trickle up my legs, resting on the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I close my eyes, briefly relishing in the moment of intimacy. I run my hands through his soft hair, holding his head in place. His face is resting on my pelvis now, so close to my sacred spot. So close to Paul’s creamy gift.
At that moment, Paul sauntered past us, his hand grazing my exposed ass under the hem of my robe. He glanced at Frankie but kept moving. He knew the rules.
Like a hungry pup, Frankie nuzzles his way beneath the smooth folds of my robe, his face making contact with my bare skin. His face is in my cunt now, his mouth pushing its way between my folds. I laugh, partially because it tickles but mostly because I do admire Frankie’s persistence and playfulness.
“Frankie,” I say through a muffled laugh.
I start moving backward, subtly encouraging him to follow. He obeys, crawling across the floor at my feet. I hear the heavy wooden door close behind me as I inch closer to the mattress. Frankie is right behind me. I can feel him.
I plop down on the soft platform, the sheets wet and disheveled from my most recent encounter with Paul. Frankie was at my feet now, lifting my leg and inhaling my scent. He’s always been infatuated with my feet. A tingle rushes up my body from my toes to my knees before settling in my crotch. I fall back on my elbows, relishing in the feeling of his tongue on my toes. He’s watching me and I look down at him, our eyes meeting briefly. I close mine again, forgetting about him and focusing only on the sensation.
He’s nibbling my ankles now and I can’t help but giggle.
“You love tasting my soft feet, don’t you Frankie?”
He nods, never wavering. He devours my skin with an intensity I’ve never seen before. His kisses are ravenous. It’s like he’s trying to consume me, body and soul. My body is yearning for his mouth. For his talented tongue to dance across my pussy lips before settling on my bulbous nub.
“You love tasting every inch of me, though, don’t you?” I ask coyly, already knowing the answer. He lives for me. My pleasure is his oxygen.
I coax him further.
“You know you can’t stop until you’ve tasted all of me, don’t you?” All of Paul, too, I think. The thought of Frankie tasting Paul’s cum mixed with my own sends a fresh flood of desire through my veins. I arch my back, begging for him to start.
“That’s it, Frankie,” I whisper, secretly begging for him to finally reach my sacred spot.
His mouth hovers just outside my pussy, his breath warm on my moist flesh. His hands explore my thighs and hips. Who’s teasing who, now? I grow anxious. With one more deep inhale, Frankie finally quenches my thirst. His mouth makes contact with my sweet pussy. His strong tongue runs up and down my folds, from my tight ass all the way to my throbbing clit. I can’t help but moan and whimper. Out of all my toys, he’s the best at eating my cunt. It’s like his tongue is a magnet for my deepest desires. He knows what my body needs before I do.
His tongue moves effortlessly over my body and I grab at his head, tugging his hair and pushing his face harder into my crotch. I’m grinding hard against his mouth now, covering his chin, mouth, and nose with my thick cream. One hand is in his hair, controlling his head while the other grips the sheets tightly, pulling and pushing as I near the brink of my pleasure. I’ve been saving this for Frankie. I want him to have my cum. He yearns for it. It’s his lifeline. I owe it to him.
I arch my back as he gently slides his hands beneath my ass, tilting my body upward. Using my hips like two, flesh handles, he glides my body up and down his face, feasting on my cunt. His tongue is like magic and I can’t stop myself from exploding. My entire body stiffens.
“Yes, Frankie, yes!” I cry out as my legs rattle against his shoulders and shoulders convulse. A flood of hot, thick pussy juice comes flooding from my honey hole and into Frankie’s waiting mouth.
I feel him shaking between my legs. No! I think angrily. Did he finish already? That weak, pathetic man. These last thoughts only briefly interfere with the euphoria of my orgasm. My cheeks flush with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. I’m scowling down at him now and he knows I’m displeased.
“Did you just fucking come, Frankie?” I ask, my voice filled with disdain.
He bows his head in shame before shakily replying, “Y-Yes…”.
I knew it, I scoffed silently, pushing him away with my foot.
“Get off my fucking bed, you pathetic pig.” I kick him roughly, sending him off the bed. He’s nothing more than a heap on the floor now.
But I know what’s happening between his legs. He’s growing hard for me again. He does this on purpose. Disappoints me so that I can scold and punish him.
“I’m sorry, Mistress…” he says with a slight air of amusement.
He’s not sorry. I roll over, clearly displaying my high, round ass for him.
“Whatever, Frankie,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Take off those dirty, spoiled pants and finish what you started.”
I hear his pants hit the floor. Seconds later he grabs my hips roughly, tilting my ass upward and I brace myself for entry.
She was the kind of woman who would put your wildest fantasies to shame. She screamed sensuality, with a pull on her lips so sinful, you don’t even realise that she has a hold on you until you’re kneeling on the floor, begging for her undivided attention. Nobody warned me that she would leave you yearning for weeks on end from the slightest graze of her fingertips, or that your skin would itch relentlessly until you saw her again.
That’s why I stand here, waiting for the fourth hour outside her door with a handful of welting flowers and a heart beating so furiously, aching to taste her just once more.
I knock loudly against the wooden grain for the millionth time. I knew she was home; I could hear soft voice flowing through her house. Moaning so sweetly, for the luckiest man on the planet. Panting and whimpering each time he takes her to a beautiful, ferocious climax. I hear him groan and I just know that she is doing the same, spine tingling dance she has been doing with me for the past three months.
She made it clear on the first night that she enjoyed the company of many partners and that I was nothing more than a toy to amuse her when she wanted. Although, I was so sure that I could change that. I was so certain that I could satiate her every need and I tried so desperately every time to fulfil her. But I was never enough. A heat rises up my neck as I hear him moaning loudly for her, swearing and cursing her name as she moved and grinned and bounced for him. The sound of him coming for her was excruciating.
I was going to rip my hair out by the time she would open the door for me. I grit my teeth relentlessly, passing back and forth, biting on my stubbed nails. My mind ran in circles, picturing her round, perfect breasts bouncing rhythmically every time I thrust inside of her. So tight- so wet- brushing my cock inside of her was like taking a hit of the sweetest drug on the planet. Her moans, like honey to my ears. Her skin, like sugar on my tongue. I threw the flowers to the ground, ready to break through that stupid door that separated us. I hit my palm against her cemented walls, gritting anger through my teeth.
I rest my head against the wooden grain of her door, praying and begging the universe to please, please let me see her. That’s when my heart stopped so suddenly, to the sound of the door clicking open. I step back, smiling so uncontrollably, practically jumping for joy. And then, just as radiant, just as beautiful as I remembered- there she was.
Smoothing a manicured hand through her messy hair, she clasped at the silk robe sitting loosely against her smooth body. She smiled up at me through pearly, straight teeth and those wide, innocent, chocolate eyes that I could stare into for hours. Jesus Christ, I needed to touch her.
“Hello, Frankie.” She sung into the air with her insatiable, European accent. Hearing my name fall from her lips was like a symphony from a fleet of angels. The sunlight shining onto the caramel streaks in her brunette hair shone brightly for me and before I could comprehend another thought, I had fallen to the ground in front of her gorgeous feet- kissing and worshipping her from the golden, sparkling anklet she always wore, to the hem of her black, silk robe. My hands felt up her smooth legs frantically, finding their way up her thighs and wrapping around her hips. I clung to her, tightly, unwanting to ever be so far from her again. I clamp my eyes shut as her soft hand runs circles through my hair, my head resting so peacefully on her pelvis.
The door moves open further beside us as muffled commotions sounded from around us. She made some form of movement, and something kicked at my ankle slightly. But none of that mattered. I had her in my arms now, she was finally here with me and I was going to make sure that she would never need anyone apart from me again. I move my head to face her completely and push my face through the silk, meeting her warm, porcelain skin. My mouth salivating, I growl into a kiss between her legs, clasping my lips around her bare folds desperately. She giggled into a moan and my cock was instantly pulsing in my pants.
“Frankie,” she laughed, walking backwards. I crawl after her, falling to the floor just inside of her house. I look up to her voraciously beautiful face as she laughs, walking towards the mattress where I would be so blessed as to make her come for me over and over again. I continue crawling after her, pushing the front door closed with my foot. She falls onto the mattress, opening her suntanned legs, waiting for me to meet her soft skin with mine.
Finally, I reach the bed, running my sweating palms up her calves. I lift her leg, smoothing my jaw against the arch of her foot, inhaling the head-spinning scent of her. I nibble at her toe, groaning as I watch her lean back onto her elbows, letting her robe fall onto the sheets beneath her. I lick up to her ankle, utterly infatuated. She stares down at me through thick lashes, forcing my cock to pulse harder, pushing against my jeans to the point of pain. I revelled in the discomfort.
She bites her lip, giggling with that sugary sweet tone of hers.
“You love tasting my soft feet, don’t you, Frankie?” Her voice laces my ears, flowing through my head and sending waves of high through my veins. I nod, unable to comprehend a substantial response- unable to pry my mouth away from her skin long enough to reply. I start moving up to her ankle, nibbling and licking at her honeyed skin.
“You love tasting every inch of me though, don’t you?” She continued.
“You know you can’t stop until you’ve tasted all of me, don’t you?” Her words tease me, electrocuting every nerve ending in my body. My movements became more frantic and I begin licking up her smooth shin, my tongue salivating endlessly for her taste. She tasted better than any meal I had ever eaten- more than any dessert I had ever sampled. She was the perfect mixture of sweet and savoury, with just enough of her natural scent to create an immediate addiction one couldn’t possibly ever shake.
“That’s it, Frankie,” She encouraged, her breaths falling heavier as I slide further up her thighs. I stop just before her folds, revelling in the moment. I run both of my hands along her thighs, circling her hips, making damn sure that each of my fingertips were worshipping the feeling of her beneath them. My eyes moved rapidly up and down her legs, relishing every small goose-bump, every wet, salivary mark I had left on my way up.
I stare at her soft, beautiful pussy. I feel the heat radiating from her. I lower my entire body to lay onto the mattress, letting my cock grind against the mattress as I inhale deeply, taking in the gorgeous, ravenous scent of her femininity. My cock pushed against the mattress with a dull, aching throb that shot painfully through me. I could have come right then and there. I bury my tongue between her folds, licking and gripping my lips savagely around her clit, devouring her flavour like it was oxygen. She moans loudly, the gorgeous sound of her sweet relief was euphoric. I kept licking and sucking with the hope that she would never, ever stop making that noise.
She runs her fingers through my hair, digging her nails into my scalp and pushing my head deeper with every flick of my tongue. She begins grinding her hips up and down, dancing with my jaw, becoming lost in the sensation of her pussy being worshipped by my tongue. She moans over and over, gripping the sheets, grabbing at my hair- I had never felt so accomplished. I continued grinding against the mattress, the feeling of my cock pushing against my jeans both excruciating and utterly delicious.
Her back arches off the mattress and I take the opportunity to wrap my hands around her ass. I grasp at her cheeks, holding her up and against my mouth, eating her like the last meal. Her body begins seizing and I could feel her tightening for me.
“Yes, Frankie, yes!” She curses into the air as I lick and suck at her clit with more focus than ever.
Oh, yes. I think to myself.
Please, please come on my face, Mistress.
And, as if the beautiful creature could hear my thoughts, she let out a loud, drawn out groan as her creamy, thick climax squirts onto my frantic tongue. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the impact. The taste of her on my tongue was unlike anything I had ever experienced- and it was enough to send me into my own, body jolting climax.
I came in waves, filling my jeans with my own thick, gooey release. Fireworks erupted through my head as my sights filled with colour and my lungs burst with intoxicating ecstasy. It takes a moment to recover from the soul-shaking liberation, yet the first unblurred image I see is her.
Her flushed cheeks, her panting chest rising up and down. She looks down at me in disgust, her brows furrowing in judgement at the realisation that I had just climaxed in my pants.
“Did you just fucking come, Frankie?” She cursed toward me, forcing me to bow my head in front of her in shame.
“Y-Yes…” I reply, shakily. She rolls her eyes at me, pushing on my chest with her foot.
“Get off my fucking bed, you pathetic pig.” She kicks me harshly and I recoil, fumbling back from the bed. I am immediately hard again.
“I’m sorry, Mistress…”
She rolls over, baring her round, plump ass to me.
“Whatever, Frankie.” She grits back.
“Take off those dirty, soiled pants and finish what you started.”
