Robinson’s panties. Shit, they were wet. So wet. And that turned me on so fucking much. “You’re dripping for me, Mrs. Robinson. So fucking wet. What should I do about that?”
“Play with it,” she whispered, and I rubbed my fingers softly but firmly over her wet clit.
“Oh, yes ,” she moaned as she leaned back. “I love that. But do it slower. I want this to last. Ugh, I could do it all night, actually.”
“Yes, ma’am – I can’t wait to watch you come in front of me.”
I rubbed her clit over her lingerie in slow, deliberate circles, making her hitch her back and breathe in slow, ragged breaths. As I warmed her up, I looked through a back window and saw the soft glow of a swimming pool in the back courtyard. Swimming pool rich , I thought to myself, referring to the term I’d invented for the kids I’d grown up with in McLean, with their six bedroom McMansions and Olympic-sized tubs out back. Meanwhile my mom waitressed at the fancy restaurants in town and was therefore just barely able to afford a tiny little garage apartment in a country club mansion, accidentally affording me entry into one of the public school systems in the country. Because of this I’d always felt like an outsider looking in, a whore in church, and that would probably never change.
Now I’m just a whore in a Georgetown mansion, I thought to myself as I looked down at my very sexy – and very married – client. Sure, her husband had plenty of money, but apparently not even liquor from the highest shelf could have prevented her from stooping this low. What had made her do this? Could her husband really be that bad?
“What’s funny?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Nothing. What do you want now, Mrs. Robinson? I’m all yours. Actually, can I start by telling you what I’d like?”
Her eyes rolled back into her head, which I took as a yes. As I slipped my hand under her lingerie and rubbed her soft pussy, I got closer to her ear and started murmuring into it. “First, I want my tongue on every beautiful inch of you,” I exhaled, tickling her earlobe with my breath. The way I was lording over her, pleasuring her while talking dirty to her at the same time, was even turning me on. In between words I kissed her chest and then sucked on it a little, leaving little red spots to remind her I’d been there. “I want to kiss you from your earlobe to your neck to your collarbone to your belly button, and then I want my face buried in your pussy. I want to taste all of it – I’ll flick that beautiful clit with my tongue over and over again while I finger-fuck you all the while. Then I want to reach up and squeeze your nipples while I lick you and tell you how beautiful you are until you come all over my face. Then I want to kiss you and force you to taste yourself – you’ll love it, I promise. Then I want to turn you around and hold your hands behind your back and slowly fuck your tight little pussy until I come, and then I want to pull out and eat your pussy one more time, just to make sure you’re the last one to come.”
“Good God – that woman did teach you well,” Mrs. Robinson breathed.
“Yep, and you’re about to reap the benefits. What do you want?”
“Everything,” she said. “Put your finger in.”
I slipped a finger inside Grace’s pussy and did a come-here motion, hitting her G spot, just like Miss Jill had taught me. She moaned louder than ever and leaned her head all the way back. Then I rubbed my finger over her wet clit once more, slowly brought it up to my mouth, and rubbed it along my tongue.
“Damn,” I whispered. “You taste so good. I’m impressed.”
“ Ughhh ,” she groaned. “ God , this is wrong.”
“Which is what makes it feel so right,” I said as I lifted her leg slowly and draped it over my shoulder. Her eyes got large, but she said nothing.
“So, after Miss Jill closed the blinds and laid down on the bed,” I whispered, “she’d usually guide my face down
“Play with it,” she whispered, and I rubbed my fingers softly but firmly over her wet clit.
“Oh, yes ,” she moaned as she leaned back. “I love that. But do it slower. I want this to last. Ugh, I could do it all night, actually.”
“Yes, ma’am – I can’t wait to watch you come in front of me.”
I rubbed her clit over her lingerie in slow, deliberate circles, making her hitch her back and breathe in slow, ragged breaths. As I warmed her up, I looked through a back window and saw the soft glow of a swimming pool in the back courtyard. Swimming pool rich , I thought to myself, referring to the term I’d invented for the kids I’d grown up with in McLean, with their six bedroom McMansions and Olympic-sized tubs out back. Meanwhile my mom waitressed at the fancy restaurants in town and was therefore just barely able to afford a tiny little garage apartment in a country club mansion, accidentally affording me entry into one of the public school systems in the country. Because of this I’d always felt like an outsider looking in, a whore in church, and that would probably never change.
Now I’m just a whore in a Georgetown mansion, I thought to myself as I looked down at my very sexy – and very married – client. Sure, her husband had plenty of money, but apparently not even liquor from the highest shelf could have prevented her from stooping this low. What had made her do this? Could her husband really be that bad?
“What’s funny?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Nothing. What do you want now, Mrs. Robinson? I’m all yours. Actually, can I start by telling you what I’d like?”
Her eyes rolled back into her head, which I took as a yes. As I slipped my hand under her lingerie and rubbed her soft pussy, I got closer to her ear and started murmuring into it. “First, I want my tongue on every beautiful inch of you,” I exhaled, tickling her earlobe with my breath. The way I was lording over her, pleasuring her while talking dirty to her at the same time, was even turning me on. In between words I kissed her chest and then sucked on it a little, leaving little red spots to remind her I’d been there. “I want to kiss you from your earlobe to your neck to your collarbone to your belly button, and then I want my face buried in your pussy. I want to taste all of it – I’ll flick that beautiful clit with my tongue over and over again while I finger-fuck you all the while. Then I want to reach up and squeeze your nipples while I lick you and tell you how beautiful you are until you come all over my face. Then I want to kiss you and force you to taste yourself – you’ll love it, I promise. Then I want to turn you around and hold your hands behind your back and slowly fuck your tight little pussy until I come, and then I want to pull out and eat your pussy one more time, just to make sure you’re the last one to come.”
“Good God – that woman did teach you well,” Mrs. Robinson breathed.
“Yep, and you’re about to reap the benefits. What do you want?”
“Everything,” she said. “Put your finger in.”
I slipped a finger inside Grace’s pussy and did a come-here motion, hitting her G spot, just like Miss Jill had taught me. She moaned louder than ever and leaned her head all the way back. Then I rubbed my finger over her wet clit once more, slowly brought it up to my mouth, and rubbed it along my tongue.
“Damn,” I whispered. “You taste so good. I’m impressed.”
“ Ughhh ,” she groaned. “ God , this is wrong.”
“Which is what makes it feel so right,” I said as I lifted her leg slowly and draped it over my shoulder. Her eyes got large, but she said nothing.
“So, after Miss Jill closed the blinds and laid down on the bed,” I whispered, “she’d usually guide my face down
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