1. Happy endings


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: brwnsugr, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    my cock, I’ll look the other way while you rub the other cocks” kinda deal with them. We have a couple not far from us. In these little strip malls. Nice neighborhood, very suburban, but they’re smart, those people. Our men are the ones who need them. I get it. And then I got my idea. And slipped off to make a call. It didn’t cost me all that much. I think the woman I spoke to was sort of tickled. I liked her. I didn’t understand a word she said half the time—Asian. Thick accent. But she giggled like a school girl. So, I got him a present he would never forget. And I’d be there to see him “unwrap” it, too. Went like this. I sent him flowers. And a note telling him where to go, later that evening. I said I had a special present for him. I knew he wouldn’t “get it.” Not ‘til he got there. And he would believe I’d picked the place. Sometimes I say things like that. Just to see what he says. He’ll smile and say, “Kinky.” But mostly he just brushes it off. I’m just talking, you know? It amuses him, but he believes it’s just talk. So he showed up. Probably just to call my bluff. Maybe out of curiosity. Shook his head the whole way to the door, like he was thinking, “What the hell is that woman up to now?” I saw. I was there. He just didn’t know I was. The older Asian woman who ran the place smiled sweetly and said, “You Mr. Martin? Scott?” “Scott Martin,” he said. She smiled even more and said, “Yes, yes. Very special for you. Come this way.” “Whoa, hold it,” he said. “What...are ...
    we talkin’ here? I mean, I’m no prude or anything but...” “Very special for you,” she said. “Come!” So she takes him to the “very special” room. It’s a bit bigger than the others. You can dim the lights and the massage table is very sturdy and well cushioned. There’s a love seat, strewn with pillows. A bar in the corner. A table for “refreshments” of other kinds. You can put music on the IHome on the bar. I’d gotten some chocolate dipped strawberries and champagne. The music? Slow jams. Not his kind of music but the lyrics were so suggestive I figured he’d get the idea. The woman waiting for him was hand-picked, too. Mei, she was called. Pretty one. Rounder than the others. More like me. Wrapped in a “kimono” thing. Actually just a robe made with Asian designs. Short, so that when she bent over you could see her moons rise. She had great lips. Full lips, painted cherry red. And as he entered, she bowed to him. I loved it. You could see her breasts when she bowed. Got his attention, too. I smirked when I saw that. She said, “May I call you Scott?” She didn’t have much of an accent, this one. Just enough to make him blush and smile like a schoolboy. He said, “Sure! What...do I call you?” “Mei,” she said. “Please, let me help you.” She poured it on, this Mei. Slid those long, slender fingers up his chest and looked him in the eyes as she started to unbutton his shirt. Then slid them back down, slooooowly over his bare chest to help him unbuckle and get those pants off. She made ...
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