“What did you have in mind?”

“I want to be with you, have a little fun.”

“Sure, why not.” I said, trying not to sound too eager.

“Okay, babe, let’s pretend that I just walked in and caught you seducing my boy. Obviously you’ll have to be punished.”

Going along with the theme I begged, “Oh please, Mr. Peeler, I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I wouldn’t be doing you any favors by letting you get away with this young lady,” he scolded as he sat down on the bed and turned me over his knee.

At first the spanking I was getting stung a bit, but after the first couple slaps, my ass began to tingle and, much to my surprise, I started really getting into the whole scenario.

When my paddling was finished I sat up in his lap, put my arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “I’m so sorry I was bad, daddy. Don’t stay mad at me, I can make it up to you.”

This new “daddy” twist caught Grayson’s attention and turned him on immediately.

“Okay baby, daddy’s not mad anymore.” He reached between my legs, finding the juices Ben had left behind. “We’ll have to do something about cleaning up this mess though.”

With that, he scooped me up effortlessly in his arms and placed me on the bed. He stripped off his suit, revealing a very muscular body covered with salt-and-pepper hair. Climbing onto the bed, he pushed my feet up and spread my knees wide, revealing my wet pink pussy. “Let’s see what we have here. I thought I taught that boy to clean up after himself.”

He lowered his face down onto my wet, swollen mound and the instant his tongue touched my pussy I felt jolts of sexual energy run through my body. Pulling one of his strong hands to my mouth, I sucked his fingers until they were dripping wet. He understood my hint and started finger fucking me-one in my pussy and one in my tight little asshole. Between the magic his tongue was working on my clit and the forceful thrusts I was receiving, I couldn’t tell where one sensation stopped and the next one started.

Wild Side SexAs my body exploded in one orgasm after another, he made his way up to my face. I licked and sucked the juices off his face like a happy puppy.

“What does my girl want?”

“Daddy’s dick!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please, please give me your dick!” I wasn’t playing anymore; I couldn’t wait for this man to fuck me.

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes, I’ve been very good.”

“Who’s my princess?”

“I’m your princess and I need a royal fucking.”

He laughed softly as he rammed his big, hard cock into me. I could feel his manhood probing, searching, and finding each and every raw nerve between my legs.

“Princess, princess,” he repeated over and over as he rode me with a pounding rhythm that reverberated through my body.

My moans turned to screams as my body gave in to the orgasm that was washing over it. When he was sure that I was satisfied, he pulled his pulsing cock out and shot his load onto my belly and breasts. Without thinking I sat up and gently cleaned our juices off his dick, savoring every salty lick.

Taking my hair in his hand, he pulled my mouth away from him and walked into the bathroom. I heard the water in the tub running as steam began to come out into the room. Returning to the bed, he picked me up and carried me to the tub setting my gently down in a cloud of fragrant bubbles. He washed my hair and body, helped me out of the tub and dried me with the most luxurious towel I’d ever felt. Leading me into the dressing area, he helped me into one of the hotel’s robes and sat me in the chair at the vanity.

While I watched, he combed out my long, blond curls and dried them with the hair dryer. Somehow he’d turned a common daily routine into one of the most sensual experiences I’d ever had.

“You’ve had a long day, princess. It’s time for your nap.”

Normally I don’t hang around once my services have been rendered, but I felt so secure and relaxed with this man that I was in no hurry to leave. I let him lead me back to the bed and tuck me under the covers. I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When I woke up Mr. Peeler had gone, but the amount of cash he’d left on the nightstand let me know that he’d been happy with our time together.

As I finished dressing, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to a delivery man with a dozen pink roses. After I took the flowers, I noticed that the man was wearing a business suit and was obviously not from the florist.

I’m here on behalf of Mr. Peeler. I’ll be downstairs waiting in the car, ma’am,” he said.

“But, I…..I don’t understand.” I stammered.

“You will once you read the letter,” he answered.

With that, he turned and walked down the hall to the elevator. I opened the envelope and unfolded the paper inside.

Dear Princess,
I don’t want our afternoon to end. If you feel the same way, go down to the limo parked in front of the hotel and get inside. My driver will take you to your apartment to collect your things. He has a key to a penthouse that’s yours to use. Enclosed is a certified check for $10,000 for your first month’s allowance. If this proposal appeals to you, burn your client list and let me take care of you.

I was stunned to say the least. Thoughts swirled through my head in the elevator on the way to the lobby. I’d always had to fend for myself. I’d prided myself in not depending on anyone else. Walking through the foyer I reminded myself that I was a strong, self-sufficient woman. By the time the doorman let me out I was thinking of all the years it had been me against the world, never with any help, all on my own.

Then, with a smile on my face and a strong belief in my heart that I was doing the right thing, I stepped into the limo and thought to myself how nice it would feel to let someone take care of me for a change.

Tempest DuMoor is a registered nurse and a single mother of four.

The cause tonight was the removal of his youngest son’s virginity. Ben Peeler was the youngest of Grayson’s four sons. Apparently he had confided to one of his brothers that he was still a virgin. Not for lack of desire, although Ben was attractive and intelligent, socially speaking he was almost backward. Grayson Peeler, being the “man’s man” that he was couldn’t stand the thought of his son’s lack of experience, so he decided that for Ben’s birthday he’d arrange for his maiden voyage into the world of sex. He’d gotten my name and number from a colleague who was one of my regular customers.

He’d been told that I was an expert at keeping my men happy and my mouth shut, which was apparently a strong selling point for him. He had some very specific and unusual requests, but was paying me a fortune, so I was obliging. Not only did he want me to service his son; he wanted to watch me do so. Ben, of course, knew nothing of this. From what I’d heard, it was none too easy to convince him to do it at all, much less with an audience. The hotel’s owner was an old friend of Grayson’s and had a suite equipped with a two way mirror that he was letting Grayson borrow for the afternoon. I found the suite and knocked. Grayson let me in and introduced himself.

He was strikingly handsome and looked younger than I’d expected. He had a large, muscular build and an air of confidence that must have played a major role in his success in the business world. Ben was due any minute, so he showed me where he would be watching from and left the room. Just as I tuned in some sultry jazz on the stereo, I heard a knock at the door. I was surprised when I answered at how different father and son were in appearance.

Ben was attractive, but not ruggedly handsome like his father. He was average in height and on the thin side. He wore glasses and looked as though he’d be most comfortable in the company of periodic charts and Bunsen burners. As he came through the door, he tripped over his feet and turned the brightest shade of crimson I’d ever seen.

“Relax, hon,” I told him. “Come over here and let me make you comfortable.”

My original plan had been to loosen him up with a little slow dancing, but based on his entrance, I decided that wouldn’t be such a good idea. Taking his hand, I led him over to the bed and helped him out of his jacket.

“Would you give me a hand?” I asked him. Turning around, I lifted my hair so he could get to my zipper. When he’d gotten it down, I dropped my dress to the floor, revealing the lacy, white teddy underneath. Stepping out of the pile my dress had made on the floor, I began swaying slowly to the music.

“You’re really beautiful,” Ben stuttered.

“That’s sweet of you to say, I’m glad you approve.”

Still dancing, I began to unbutton his shirt. There was not one hair to be found on his young body. Pulling his shirt off, I ran my tongue over the sort, smooth skin of his chest pausing to tease each nipple with playful bites.

As we kissed, I parted his lips and explored his mouth with my tongue. He began to moan as I reached down, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and freed what turned out to be a very impressive dick.

“I’ve got to have a taste of this,” I whispered. Pushing him gently down onto the bed, I planted kisses down his neck and chest and began running my tongue around the head of his bulging penis. I had positioned him on the bed so that Grayson could watch the pleasure on his boy’s face. After teasing him long enough with my tongue, I took his entire cock in my warm mouth, licking and sucking greedily.

“I need to feel this inside me. Please don’t make me beg, baby,” I cooed. After all, this was his day to feel like a man. He was out of his pants in a heart beat and I let him pull off my skimpy lingerie, exposing my ample breasts.

“They need some love and attention,” I told him when I saw the look of awe and admiration apparent on his face. He touched them gently, as if they were fine pieces of china liable to break at any minute.

“They’re sweet too,” I said as I guided his lips to my hard nipples. He sucked and bit them, forgetting at this point to be gentle.

“Come over here, I don’t want to wait any longer,” I breathed.

Taking him by the hand, I climbed onto the bed and laid across it sideways so that Grayson had a perfect view of Ben in action.

As he climbed on top of me, I guided his cock to its target. He was awkward at first, but soon got a rhythm going and, while not perfect, showed great potential.

His body shuddered as he came and he collapsed onto me. I ran my fingers through his hair and told him how great he’d made me feel. When the euphoria of the moment passed he must have begun to feel embarrassed. He made some excuses about having to meet a friend. He got dressed quickly and kissed me on the cheek. Watching as he closed the door behind him, I felt sure that some day he would be a wonderful lover.

As soon as the door closed behind Ben, Grayson come into the room. I could tell by the look in his eye that he’d been totally turned on by the scene he’d just witnessed. I started to gather up my clothes, but he came over and put his hands on my shoulders.

“How would you like to double your money while you’re here?” he asked………..

End of Part One-Look for Last Day on the Job, Part Two, in an upcoming issue of the GV Magazine!

Tempest DuMoor is a registered nurse and a single mother of four.