His Every Desire

He leaned back, holding himself steady with those muscular abs as he braced himself with his elbows. She moved in, putting his rod, now wet with her saliva, between her tits. She moved her arms together again, making a pleasing tunnel for him. She moved them up and down, stroking his cock, making a fantastic image for him. When his cock began to get dry, she poured the rest of the champagne on her tits, making them slick with alcohol and sweat. His hands gripped the edge of the bar, and his face began to contort a little.

She moved faster, trying to get his release. In a few more moments, the friction from her tits made him dry again. She moved her boobs out of the way, and gave the top of his cock a sloppy kiss. He moaned again, saying "Don’t stop…" She did stop, but her saliva made a great lube as she began to jerk him off. He bit his lip and held on tight, and within a few moments, ropes of semen shot out of his cock.

It turned her on so much to know that she was causing his orgasm, that the mess now pooling around the base of his cock was her doing. She jerked him off until he stopped gasping, until he collapsed backward from the intensity of it all. As she slowed, he didn't even look at her. He just gasped for air as he recovered.

She went to the sink and washed her hands, then grabbed three washcloths. With the first, she gently cleaned up his cock and pants the best she could while he looked on, a gentle smile on his face. When she was done, she threw the second washcloth on his chest.

"No time to rest, Mr. Hayes, we’ve got to clean up our mess." He laughed a little, but watched as she moved over to the table they had started on and bent over, cleaning the champagne up with her ass sticking in the air. He moved to clean the bar…

Chapter 7

When all evidence of their encounter was gone, and they were both fully dressed, Mr. Hayes moved in for another kiss. Tracy let it come, and didn’t pull away. They made out for a minute or so, before Mr. Hayes asked, "So when can we do this again?"

Tracy smiled. She’d been waiting for this moment. "You’re so close, Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me." She pulled out a stack of envelopes, held together by a rubber band. She moved close to him.

"I’m going to tell you how this is going to go, and it's up to you to decide if you want to keep going or not, if you really want to please me. First, you’re going to pay off all these credit card bills. It’s a drop in the bucket for you, but it’s the very last step you need to take before I’m ready to take this to the next level."

"Consider it done," he said without hesitation, moving in for another kiss. She stopped him.

"When that’s complete, and not a moment before, you’re going to take me on a date. Not quite the same kind of date you took each of the sluts you usually get with. No, I want something classy. There’s a restaurant I want to try downtown called The Pier. It’s a seafood restaurant where they fly the fish in daily. They say you need to make reservations about three months in advance, so you might want to call them tomorrow."

He smiled. "Honey, if we get in the car, I’ll have the restaurant opened back up and fully staffed before we get there."

She giggled. "As impressed as I know I’m supposed to be, I guess I’ll say that the earliest that I want this is tomorrow afternoon."

He shrugged. "Suit

yourself."

She continued and moved in, kissing him again. She whispered in his ear. "After all that, and assuming you don’t mess anything up, then I’ll be pleased. And if I’m pleased..." She trailed off, and put her lips to his ear. "Then I’ll be sure to please you."

They locked eyes again, and once again Tracy felt the mysterious flash behind her eyes, and hugged Mr. Hayes to keep her balance. He gripped her tight, then kissed her passionately. She pulled away. "My ride is here. Too much booze to drive home tonight. I’ll set the hard drive on the ground as we drive away, and you can pick it up without being seen."

He smiled. "I appreciate it. Can I have the password? I might want to watch this video again."

"Sure. The password is ‘mypleasure’, one word. It should be easy to remember, because it should be the most important thing to you right now. My phone number is also on the hard drive, so you’ll know who to call."

He almost said more, but instead just said, "Thanks." As Tracy walked out, she knew that he was about to say something about already having her phone number. He was wise not to speak up. When she got in the car, she set the hard drive on the ground as promised, and her friend drove them away, her friend poking fun at how much champagne she must have drank to smell like she did.

After showering, she fell asleep almost immediately.

Her dreams were once again filled with visions of dates with Mr. Hayes, only this time he was much more willing to be submissive. In one dream, he took her horseback riding, and afterwards ate her out under an apple tree, only to have her push him away. In another, he tied himself to the bed, after which she teased him, then walked out in disgust.

The dreams were no longer about being unable to please her, but rather featured him doing everything in his power to please her, and just falling short. She woke up, glad that she was about to let Mr. Hayes have his release.

Tracy had a free schedule for the next few days, so she spent most of the next morning reading and waiting for his phone call. She went to the mall and bought a dress and shoes that she normally would have felt like she didn't have the money for, but she figured her credit cards were about to be paid off, so she'd have something to fall back on soon. At about noon, her cell phone rang with an unlisted number. She let it go to voice mail, as she would have done anyway, but as soon as her phone beeped with a new message, she checked it.

"Hey Tracy. I took care of you the way you requested. I've also got reservations at eight at The Pier. I'll be waiting for your call."

The way he said "I'll be waiting" let her know, once again, that she had him where she wanted him. She called him back.

"Tracy!" he exclaimed, his excitement perceivable even over the phone.

"I'm glad you've done what I asked. If it all turns out okay, then I'll be arriving at your house at seven," she said, with authority in her voice.

"That sounds marvelous, I…"

"I also want you to be dressed to kill," she cut him off. "If I'm not impressed, I'll walk right out the door and we can try this again a different night."