I turned the key and pushed open the door. I put a finger under his chin and stood on my tiptoes to bite his chin.
“Come on in, Brad the banker,” I said, taking his tie in my fist again to pull him inside. “Come show Miss Molly what you’ve got.”
Chapter 7: Conner/Brad
Molly pulled me inside her apartment and kicked the door closed with her foot. It was dark inside the apartment. We were in a small foyer with coats hanging on one wall and a couple of pair of snow boots on the floor. The place was toasty warm, thank God. The air smelled of perfume and fresh-baked cookies, which was a bit of an odd combination that I didn’t really give much thought to at the time. Girls wore perfume and baked cookies. I would have felt differently if the place smelled like Old Spice and a boyfriend’s sweaty gym socks.
She was immediately on top of me, the aggressor, pushing my overcoat off my shoulders and ripping the scarf from my neck. She grabbed my lapels like a bouncer and pushed me against the wall. She pressed her lips so hard to mine that it caught me off guard for a second.
I was used to being the alpha male, the one in charge, the one telling the girl what to do. Obviously, Molly liked setting the pace. She was an alpha girl. And that was fine with me. I was just happy to be there. This was going to be a hell of a lot more fun than Reed’s stuffy old party. Yes, I probably would have picked up some socialite or groupie and took them back to my penthouse for a night of fun, but I had a feeling that a night with Molly the paralegal was going to be way more fun.
She pressed her body to mine. She was strong for a girl. I could feel her big tits mashing against my chest. My cock was full-on hard as rock now, pushing against my slacks like an anaconda trying to force its way out of a burlap sack. Molly moaned and pressed her cunt to me. I could feel the heat coming from between her legs.
“God, I want you,” Molly said, breathing in my ear. She started tugging at my belt, anxious to get my pants down. I raised my hands in surrender and let her have her way. She quickly got my pants and boxers down to my ankles. When my ten-inch cock sprang free in all its crimson-tipped glory, she gave me one last kiss and dropped to her knees in front of me.
“My goodness, Brad the banker,” she sighed as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and gave it a squeeze. “What a big cock you have.”
“The better to… oh… shit…” She held my cock steady with her hand and brought her lips to the head. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the slit and the sensitive underside. Her hand moved back and forth over the shaft as she sucked on the head. I suddenly found myself unable to speak coherently, so I just shut up and enjoyed the ride.
Flames shot through my body as she sucked my cock, taking it deep into her mouth and out again. My toes curled in my Italian leather shoes. She brought her free hand up to my balls and started tweaking the sack as she milked the shaft. Two hands, one mouth, one happy guy. Man, I don’t know where this girl learned to suck cock, but she was amazing at it. It was all I could do to keep from exploding in her mouth right there in the little foyer.
I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe slowly in and out. I could control my orgasm pretty well, but I knew if Molly kept doing what she was doing, deepthroating my cock and playing with my balls, I was going to lose control before ever seeing her naked. And that would have been a waste of a completely good orgasm.
“I want you,” I said, reaching down for her. “I want to fuck you. Now.”
Molly pulled her lips from my cock with the smack of her lips. She looked up at me with a smile. Licking her lips, she said, “I want to fuck you, too. Help me up and I’ll show you my room.”
I took her hands and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me again, salty, hot and wet, her tongue swirling around my lips.
She backed away and crooked her fingers at me. “Well, don’t just stand there with your pants around your ankles and your cock sticking out, Brad the banker. Come on, big boy. Fuck me now!”
Chapter 8: Katie/Molly
The last time I dropped to my knees to give a guy a blowjob like that was seven or eight years ago, the summer before my last year of law school. The guy’s name was Martin Dean. Professor Martin Dean, to be exact, my contract law professor at Harvard.
I know what you’re thinking: aren’t all contract law professors frumpy old men who wear bow ties and wool jackets with leather patches on the elbows? You’d be partially right. Most law professors are frumpy old men, but Professor Martin Dean was just forty-five, with jet black hair, a swimmer’s body, and a neatly-trimmed beard.
And blue eyes that could make me melt in my panties. He did wear a wool jacket with leather elbow patches, but on him it looked like something out of a Calvin Klein ad.
We bumped into each other at a campus fundraiser for Legal Aid. We started chatting and after the event, went to a local bar with mutual friends for drinks. He drank several scotch and waters, and I downed half a dozen glasses of wine.
We got drunk.
Then we got handsy.
Things progressed quickly from there. He put his hand on my thigh under the table and slowly slid it under my skirt. I spread my legs and tried to pretend that nothing naughty was going on. He pushed my panties aside with his fingertips and fingered my clit until I came right there at the table. I put my hand on the bulge in his pants and ordered him to get me out of there.
Fifteen minutes later, we were at my place, him leaning back against the front door and me on my knees in front of him with his cock in my mouth. That seemed to be my thing. I barely gave either one of them time to get inside the door before attacking them and filling my mouth with their cocks.
Martin was average on the cock size scale, about six inches. Brad’s cock, however, was long and thick, girthy in my hand, veiny, with a bulbous head that blossomed in my mouth. I sucked him long and deep like my life depended on it.
Brad was breathing heavy within a few seconds. His body twitched as I sucked him deep in my throat. I knew I could have made him cum right there in my little foyer, but where was the fun in that. I wanted to feel the heat of him deep inside me. I’d never had a cock so big. Just the anticipation was nearly enough to make me bake a cream pie in my pants, as Monique would say.
When Brad reached down and told me he wanted to fuck me, I didn’t hesitate to comply. I let him pull me to my feet, gave him a hard kiss, and backed away, crooking my fingers at him playfully.
“Well, don’t just stand there with your pants around your ankles and your cock sticking out, Brad the banker,” I said with a grin. “Come on, big boy. Fuck me now!”
Brad stood there for a moment, his mouth hanging open and his cock bouncing in the air. He laughed and started shuffling toward me with his pants around his ankles like an old man. When he realized I wasn’t going to wait, he kicked off his shoes and socks, and peeled off the pants. By the time he appeared in my bedroom door, his jacket and shirt were gone. He was totally naked and ready to go.