Just another day

The woman opened the red door and smiled. Before her stood a man in his twenties, dressed elegantly wearing a dark green jacket over a deep blue shirt and black trousers along with brown shoes. A small blush showed in his face, proving his inexperience in this kind of situations, or acts, or perhaps both. The young man entered the room and she closed the door after him. He stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. She took his hand and lead him to the bed with a canopy in front of the door, all the while looking into his brown eyes.

Both sat on the bed and she told him to undress. The man did as she said, starting by the jacket and the shirt before moving on to the clothes of the lower part of his body. Meanwhile, she started taking off the sexy red lingerie that barely concealed her feminine attributes, unfastening her bra first thing and the bustier the next. After a few minutes, all the clothes lay on the floor, forming a pile. The woman, sitting to his right, initiated the approach, inclining her head to the right while closing in to his face.

Her lips met his, first touching them very lightly, just quick pecks, to get in the mood. Shortly after, her actions became more aggressive and she was practically devouring them, searching to quench the thirst of his unbelievably soft flesh. She took his lower lip between hers, massaging it gently, touching it with her tongue and wetting it with her saliva. He did the same with her upper one, minus the tongue. This went on for what seemed like an eternity to the young man, until he broke the kiss, gasping for air because of the arousal and the rapid beating of his heart. However, she wasn't about to give up the delicious ambrosy, so she leaned forward to resume the kiss, interrupting his breathing and taking advantage of his open mouth to introduce her tongue in it. Her tongue looked for his and when she found it, she brushed hers against it a few times, wanting the man to loosen a bit. He responded moving his tongue timidly, relaxing, eventually seeking hers actively. The woman entwined hers around his, kissing him passionately all the while.

After a good while, she was the one who broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva that connected their mouths. Both their hot breathings could be seen in the air, denoting their grade of excitation and bodily heat. The sweat pearled their bodies, and his eyes were beginning to get glassy, and his breathing, heavy. From where she was sitting, the woman crawled to the center of the bed, motioning for him to do the same. He did so, standing on fours on top of her, who was facing the ceiling, looking into his eyes. Her hands encircled his neck and found his silky, shoulder-length golden hair, playing with it and pulling his head close enough for her to kiss him. This time, both parties sought each other, lusting after the other, kissing fiercely. From the lips, the man moved to her left ear, where he nibbled her earlobe lightly, gently. The woman let out a stifled moan as she felt the tip of his erect member rub very slightly against her belly. He kept on moving down, kissing her neck and then her collarbone. Later, it was the turn of her left breast. He traced the outline with his tongue, kissing it a few times. He moved onto her hard nipple, wetting it with his tongue and saliva, enjoying its perfect shape and taste. His hand moved to her other breast, groping and massaging it, gently at first, and then rougher, as her moans increased in volume and her body reacted wonderfully to his every action. The woman's hands grabbed his wide back, trying to resist the multiple sensations her body was receiving. At last, his head continued his journey downward, leaving the woman a bit disappointed and relieved at the same time, reaching her navel, which he gave a few licks to, before finally arriving at her most precious place, oozing her nectar, and with the thighs surrounding it completely moistened by it, glittering because of the light coming from the lamps located on top of the tables, at the sides of the bed. He looked up at her, arousal and ignorance showing in his face. She resisted the urge to shove his head in there and simply nodded; after all, it was about his pleasure, not hers. He did as told and at the beginning simply kissed it a few times, taking in the shape, color and smell, but as his inhibition faded and his lust awakened he became more bold, licking her crevice, her clitoris and even inserting his tongue. She moaned and enjoyed the experience; it wasn't all days a handsome man was willing to do this for her. His tongue moved faster and deeper with every passing second, and she could feel her orgasm building up.

However, as she remembered for the second time, it wasn't about her pleasure, but his. She pulled her body back a bit, enough so that he couldn't continue licking her, and before the confused man could react, pushed him onto his back and straddled on top of his erect manhood. A faint, lustful moan escaped her lips as she began riding his cock up and down, and she looked at his face: the feeling was proving too much for him; his closed eyes and bitten lower lip told so. She turned it down a notch and kissed him to force him to look at her. The hazy blue circles barely focused on her body, and she let out a smile before taking his hands and guiding them to her ass, placing each on one butt cheek. When this was done, she kept on moving slowly, emphasazing every motion of her waist and pelvis, all the while moving lustfully her hands all over his torso, arms, legs, and even testicles. This last trick marked the end: she felt his cock pulsating inside her and picked up the pace to maximize his enjoyment. A few moments later, he let out a grunt and rolled back his eyes as he came inside her pussy, spurts of the liquid hitting her womb one after another in an endless stream. Her body's reaction was also to cum, which in turn contracted her inner walls and milked even more of his seed out of him. When she finally felt he had ended, she pulled out his penis and slowly and carefully licked him clean. After cumming so hard, the man was unable to hold back and came a little more in her mouth. She accepted all he had to give her and made sure to drink every last bit of it, satisfying him in return for what he had done for her. When she was finally done, she rested her head on his chest and both dozed off.

By the time she awoke, he had already left. She opened her eyes only to find an empty spot where he should be, and a note with money on the table next to her bed. She unfolded it, read it, smiled and then folded it again and put it in a drawer.

A knock on the door. Duty called again.


A few years later, the same woman, albeit older, opened the same red door. However, on the other side wasn't the same man as the one from that time. It was an old, sweaty guy reeking of cheap bourbon and smoke, and possibly, vomit. He wore ragged, stained clothes, and could barely stand in his own two feet. Nevertheless, the woman did the same thing as before, as she always did. It was her job, after all.