With her eyes locked on Sette’s, June eased herself down. On her knees. Mouth close, lips parting. Her tongue toyed with the corner of her mouth, as if she were about to devour Sette.
“Do you want me to say that, too?”
June nodded, her straight blond locks shaking on her shoulders.
Sette reveled in it. “Taste. My. Pussy.”
“Yes,ma’am.”
That word shot straight into Sette’s heart. June’s mouth? Shot straight toher.
Sette had no idea what her friend Zara was doing – probably fooling around with Grace – but it couldn’t be anywhere near as good as this. June had the mouth of a goddess. No, a muse. Which one? Terpsichore, with her provocative dances and movements? Euterpe, with her heavenly voice?No. If Sette were to assign an ancient station to a beauty like June, it would be Calliope, whose epic poetry could bring down stars and make mortals weep.
Even with the object of her endless lust stroking, kissing, and tasting her, Sette tried to remain logical. Reasonable. There was no reason to throw herself into this moment. No reason to strut her shit and try to impress her with how dominating she could be. She was a client. June provided a service to entice her to more…
June’s tongue slid between Sette’s folds, and all was lost.
Glee glinted in those dangerous eyes as Sette released her first full-body shudder and a groan to accompany it. June knew what she was doing. This was a reward forher. Bless her, but did she have to be so knowing about it? That only served to remind Sette what they were about.
This was a fantasy. June wasn’t Sette’s girlfriend. She had no claim to June, other than the time she bought.
“Keep that up, and I’ll lose it,” she mumbled. June smiled against her, teeth threatening to graze sensitive skin – unless Sette wanted that. “Right there, no less. Is that what you want?”
June abandoned her, lifting with one hand still firmly on Sette’s thigh as she lowered her mouth to her guest’s ear. “I want whatever you deign to give me, ma’am.”
“Dare I ask how much that would cost?”
Her voice carried the timbre of business. It was enough to pause Sette’s needs long enough to concentrate on what she said, as opposed to goingmy mouth your body woohoo.
“You know my rates now, Sette. But… because I like you…” She pulled her skirt up, showing off her black thong.Hot damn, what an ass. Was there a gym in the Manoir? “I’ll give you half off for your first time with me.”
“Half off for the first time? I would think that costs the most.”
“Now, now.” She patted Sette’s cheek – and brushed a hand against her pussy. “Trust me. You’ll come back for more.” Her laughter echoed well into Sette’s ear. “I’m incredible. You’ve never fucked a pussy like mine.”
For fifteen grand, that better be true. “Perhaps I’d want to save that for next time.”
“Technically, what I did was your free sample, but if you don’t tell my boss…”
“Go on.”Tell me I can have you on my terms.
Her fingers flicked against Sette’s clit. “I’ll finish. For free.”
“You speak my language, June.”
“It’s my pleasure.” She went back to her knees. Back to Sette’s pussy.
No more teasing. No more bringing her to the edge and then denying her with the hope that she would cough up seven and a half thousand dollars to get down and dirty.After seeing that ass, I would definitely want her from behind.Push her down. Hold her down. Apparently, Sette was a spanker after all,because that was all she could think about as June blessed her with the most unexpected cunnilingus that poor lesbian had ever gloriously experienced.
Sette stroked her head. Ran her fingers through June’s hair. Delighted in how she felt beneath every layer of touch. As her body reached the point of no return, she reveled in the sight of June’s striking face moving back and forth between two quivering thighs.
June must have sensed the moment Sette would come, for her mouth pressed firmly between her thighs and didn’t let up. Sette grabbed the back of June’s head and held her there, once, emptying everything that had built up in the past half hour. Her need. Her lust. Her release, gracing warmth against June’s mouth. She was completely unfazed. June took what Sette gave her like the pro she was, tongue easing her through it, lingering and attentive until the last of Sette’s shudders passed.
“Wow,” she said, pushing her hair back. When June stood, it was to unfortunately put her breasts away – albeit with a smile. Sette took the hint and fixed her poor clothes as well. “That was fun.”
“You’re just saying that.” Sette composed herself, even though her whole body screamed to pull June down into her lap and touch her whole body. “I appreciate it, though.”
“I’m serious. I may play things up for my clients, because I like money, to be sure….” June shrugged a final time. “I also like sex, and you’re a treat, Sette.”
