Breakfast Service
July 27, 2008
*phone rings*
*phone rings*
*phone rings*
“Hello,” I intone sleepily, looking over at my clock to see that it is about a quarter to six in the morning. Who in the fuck is calling me this early on a Friday morning?
It was my business phone, and the ring told me it was someone I had seen. I have two ring tones, one that I assign to clients I’ve seen, and the other for anyone else. This way I’ll know when one of my clients calls me, or if it is some random call. I get those from time to time - apparently someone had this number before I got it.
“Alexa?”
“Yeah. Who is this?”
“Hey, this is Rick. Sorry for calling so early, but I thought I’d see if you’re up for making a quick thousand dollars.”
I sit up in my bed, looking over at the clock to confirm the time I thought I saw a few seconds ago. “Wait, what? You mean right now?”
“Yes. Is it too early?”
“Well, you are the first person to ask for one this early, but if you’re willing to pay for the time, then I can get ready and meet you somewhere.”
“You don’t need to get ready. Just throw something on and meet me at my office in about a half hour, say around 6:30. Can you get there?”
“Where is ‘there’?” He tells me where his office is, on the 8th floor of a huge building in the downtown financial district. That is not too far from where I live, though he doesn’t know that. “I can probably get there by 6:30, yeah. Let me put something on and I’ll meet you.”
“Okay. Don’t worry about showering or dressing up or anything. I want you just like you are, and you’ll use a dedicated elevator to get to my office, so no one’s going to see you come into the building.”
Rick is the owner of his own brokerage firm, occupying the entire 8th floor of one of the larger buildings in downtown San Francisco as it turns out. I’d seen him a few nights ago. He’d complimented me on my blow job technique at the conclusion of our time together. Apparently, he really was impressed.
I hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I threw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, sans underwear, picked up my bag and headed to my car. The drive took about 10 minutes. When I arrived at the building I pulled into the parking garage, took the ticket and drove down to the 3rd parking level. I got out and found the elevator, entered the code and headed up. When I walked out into Rick’s office, all I could say was, “Wow! Hey, there. Fabulous office.”
“Thank you. And thank you for coming over. I’ve been fantasizing about this for a week now.”
“Have you now?”
As he walks toward me with an envelope, which I assume contains my fee, I can’t help but notice that it is a corner office, with an incredible view of the city. Or, rather, many of the other buildings around him, since this is only the 8th floor. Regardless, the office is decked out nicely, with mahogany furniture and what appears to be some seriously expensive accent pieces. “Shall we get down to business?”
“Of course.” I walk over to him, unbuckle his belt, and slide his pants and underwear down, then sink to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. He is already partially erect, and when my lips wrap themselves around it, it only takes a few seconds before he’s hard as a rock. I proceed to give him one of my “hands-free” blow jobs. The one cool thing about a hand’s free is that it prolongs the amount of time it takes for him to cum. This results in a much stronger orgasm because it takes it much longer to build up, generally speaking (if you take it to fruition). I could use my hands with my mouth and get him off in rather short order, but it is fun to tease someone and force them to wait for it. And besides, as he said, he likes the way I suck cock.
“God, you are so good at that.”
I lightly bit his cock to acknowledge the compliment, and continued working him into the back of my throat. I eventually got him all the way in, and allowed him to bottom out on my face. Once he realized he was getting into my throat, he began to fuck my mouth. I just stopped my movements and let him thrust at his own pace for a few seconds. I stared up into his eyes and tried to give him that “Oh, god, yes” look to help his arousal factor. I could tell he was enjoying the visual, watching his cock penetrate my face.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck someone bent over my desk. Would you like to try it?” He pulled out of my mouth, and I licked the excess saliva and mucous off his cock. I reached for my bag and pulled out a condom and handed him the package. He opened it up and rolled it onto his cock. While he was doing that, I took my clothes off and walked over to his desk.
“If I recall, from what I’ve seen in the movies, I’m supposed to just wipe all of this shit onto the floor, right?” He laughed a tenuous, nervous laugh that said “Please don’t do that,” so I grinned and gingerly moved some of the stuff on his desk. Then I sat down on the edge of it and began masturbating as he watched. After a few seconds, he walked over and placed his cock at the entrance to my cunt, pushed in and began fucking me. I leaned back on my elbows and raised my legs up. He grabbed my ankles and held them as he thrust deeply into me with increasing force.
After a minute or so, he slowed down. “Turn around.”
I hopped down off the desk, and turned with my back to him and bent over the desk, reaching out to grab the edges of it. He came up behind me, found my entrance, and once again pushed his cock into me. I looked back over my shoulder and could tell he was once again admiring his cock penetrating me. After a few more seconds, he grabbed my hips and began vigorously fucking me again. I could tell his orgasm was approaching, as his grunts became more intense. With just a few more thrusts he came. With each contraction, his hips pushed me into the edge of his desk (and as a result of which I now have some light bruising on my hip bones to show for my work).
When he’d calmed down, he pulled out and walked into what turned out to be a bathroom in an adjoining room. He looked rather silly, actually, walking around with nothing but a shirt and tie on and his cock hanging between his legs. He was gone for a few seconds, and then re-appeared at the door. “Would you like to use the bathroom?”
“Yes, please.” I walked in and closed the door behind me, cleaned up, and then headed back out. He watched me walk back toward my pile of clothes in the middle of the floor.
“You are a stunning woman. Wow. Even at six in the morning.”
I can only offer a weak “Thanks” in return.
“Would you like to make this a recurring thing?”
“You mean, me coming over to your office? Like, every day?”
“Something like that, yeah. I mean, I’m not in town about half the month, but on those mornings when I do come into the office, god it’d be nice to start those days like this.”
I was stunned by the request, and really wasn’t sure what to say. At a thousand dollars a day, for any number of days, it is an offer that would be hard to refuse. “Wow. I’m not sure how to answer that, How many days are we talking, exactly?”
“It would vary from month to month. Sometimes I am here half the days, sometimes I am here perhaps only five or six days in a given month.”
“And you don’t mind chucking out a thousand dollars a day for it?”
“Not for someone as good as you are.”
“Can I think about it and get back to you?”
“Absolutely. I won’t be here next week at all, so take your time. I sure hope you will agree to it, though. I love having your lips wrapped around my cock, and you’re just a fun person to be around to top it all off. I’ve not encountered anyone like you before, professional or otherwise to be honest.”
“Aww, what a sweet thing to say. Thank you.”
I finished getting dressed and collected my bag. Almost as if on cue a phone in an outer office rang. It startled me and I jumped a bit. He just laughed and said not to worry about it; it was probably someone from the east coast who didn’t know that we sleep late on this side of the country. I had to laugh.
“I’ll give it some thought and let you know next week, okay?”
I pushed the button and the elevator opened up. As I left, he was putting his pants back on and recombobulating himself. When I got down to my car, I checked the envelope - the money was all there, plus $10 to cover the cost of parking. I drove home, hopped in the shower and got back in bed. My mind was racing too much to go to sleep, though, so I got back up.
The only real down sides to committing to being available like what he’s asking are that A) I am not a morning person, and B) if an appointment with a client goes well into the morning, which they occasionally do, I have to come home, shower, and then turn around and go right back out when I know I’ll be tired. Of course, it does only take about an hour and a half to drive over, park, go take care of business and get back home.
A thousand dollars a day for what amounts to about 45 minutes worth of work is hard to top, though.
Not only that, but his office is a corner office, with ceiling to floor windows. I’ve always wanted to be pressed naked against a pane glass window and be railed from behind.
Hmm. Decisions, decisions.
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Being fucked up against floor to ceiling windows is a beautiful thing. Consider doing it just for that.
(and be sure to leave your boob/hand prints all over it..)
office.
desk.
windows.
can i take your place one day?
You should accept his offer :)
Maybe you should market this service as:
Legs and Eggs with Alexa
You could bring breakfast?
Or maybe: Breakfast and Blowjobs ??
lmao!
xoxo,
nina
Nina, you silly shit.
I’ll have an update on this later this evening.
Ooo! Updates! Yay!
Get spanked did you? lmao!
xoxo,
nina
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