To Each His Own
Chapter 1
He came in from working out, sweat soaked through the front of his t-shirt. Throwing his gym bag with a 'thud' against the large, masculine, cherry, desk, he glanced down at his schedule, then his watch, 45 minutes before the next appointment. Stripping off his shirt, he made his way to the bathroom adjoining the office. He stood naked; and looked at himself in the full length mirror critically, rubbing a hand over his abdomen. He took his hair down, and climbed into the shower letting the water run over his body. He closed his eyes thinking about his next appointment. It was where it had all began, and she never let him forget it.
Almost 3 years had passed since Emily had introduced him to this new way of life. Granted he liked the perks, the huge estate he now owned, money to do what he wanted, when he wanted, and a never ending line of pussy. But what had started out as some fun for a very shy man, had over time turned into a job, and one that he was starting to grow bored with. He couldn't have a real relationship with someone, who would put up with a dom, a master, feeding off of the desires of strangers, women. Women did not like to share what they considered to be theirs. So he belonged to no one, and over the years he was starting to find that in his heart he longed for something intimate and personal.
He finished and dressed in loose black pants that rose well above his ankle, and a tailored white button down. He combed his hair to slick it back tightly before putting it up into a ponytail. He went back into the office and retrieved his keys from the top drawer of the desk. He went through the other adjoining door to the studio, locking the door behind him. The room was filled with light, large windows along one entire length of the room, overlooking a large wooded area in the distance. He walked to the main entrance, unlocking the door. He smiled to himself recalling how in the beginning, his little area for his guests had a dark and dungeon like quality. He learned quickly that the women he catered to wanted to be naked and exposed, open to the light. They wanted to see their pleasure take shape and form. The room had almost a zen like feeling, the smell of patchouli thick in the air, a waterwall in the corner, several chaise lounges, and large polished steel table sat in the middle of the room, stirrups attached. The table next to it covered, with an assortment of sexual toys, lotions, and anything else he might need to enhance a woman's pleasure. The room was too quiet, and he went over and put on some soft jazz, which was Emily's preference.
Speak of the devil herself, right on time as usual. Emily came through the main entrance to the studio. Almost 25 years his senior, she was still in good shape for her age, rich, with an even richer husband, bored, with money to burn, and a need for a discreet release. The first time she had come onto him during one of their workout sessions, he was so shocked at her boldness, he just caved. She had that California girl look, nice, tight, and plenty of plastic. The huge tits were well worth the money she spent. They had been on the mat doing crunches and in one swift movement she had straddled him, digging her knees into his sides, grinding herself against his crotch. She had jerked off her shirt to expose her large tanned tits, no bra, and jerked him up by the ponytail smashing his face into her breasts. He had fought her for a moment, but she was not going to let him go. She smothered him, as he squirmed. His hard cock was the dead give away. She wiggled on it and bit his ear.
"Now you be a nice little boy, and give me a good fucking and I might let you breathe." She rasped in his ear. He held out, until he felt everything start to go dark, then nodded his head vigorously.
"Good, I thought so, just needed a little incentive." She released him as he gasped for air. She shoved him back to the floor hard, and scooted back down to his knees, trapping his legs beneath her. She tugged his shorts and underware down, and his cock sprang out. She took it in her fist stroking it roughly up and down the shaft, as she lowered her bright red lips to the head, popping it into her mouth and sucking hard. He moaned and moved his hips trying to get her to take him deeper in her mouth. She sat up and smiled an evil grin spread across her face.
"Now that I have your attention, let's see what you're capable of." She stood up and peeled down her pants, and stood over him her legs spread, as she squatted down. She took his cock in her hand rubbing the head against her soaking wet slit back and forth, and then she dropped all the way down on his stiff prick, hard. He yelped as she slammed into him. She rose up and did it again and again, grinding into his pelvic bone. She reached back and found his balls squeezing hard.
"Come on now, I want you to do more then just lay there, move your ass boy." She squeezed his balls again harder and pulled them tight. He started to buck and thrust into her with every drop of her ass. His balls were aching and she pounded harder. He reared up and rolled her over, slamming her back onto the mat, burying his face in her tits, as he fucked her hard. She was groaning out, as he chewed on her nipples, biting them, making her squeal. He reached around cupping her ass, to open her up deeper to him, as he thrust into her increasing his speed, as she started to cum around his cock. Her pussy tightened, convulsing around his dick, strangling it, as he forced it deeper when he felt her gush. He moved down her body, spreading her legs as his long tongue licked up her slit. She wiggled, her clit sensitive from cumming, and he worked it relentlessly. He sucked, bit, and nibbled at her as she cried for him to stop. She wrapped her thighs around his head squeezing, but he would not quit, digging into her, dipping his tongue into her, and fucking her with it. She started bucking her ass as she pulled his hair. She was cutting off his air, but he didn't stop, swirling his tongue into her. She started screaming, cumming harder, gasping for air, until her thighs fell apart. He grinned and worked his way back up her body.
"Get on your hands and knees." He told her. She just stared at him, and then with a groan she rolled over and complied. Her ass in the air he slapped it, and she turned around and gave him a dirty look.
"Now don't go getting an attitude with me." He warned, shoving his cock back into her. He leaned over her backside plowing into her hard, grunting with each thrust as he wrapped his hand in her hair, jerking her head back to bite her neck.
"Who are you going to call a boy now?" He growled into her ear as he fucked her sopping pussy mercilessly. He worried the flesh of her neck, leaving his mark on her, the dark red teeth prints visible. She reached down between her legs finding his balls, as she tugged them forward. "Fuck", he winced, as she squeezed them hard. He pushed her down on the mat, covering the backside of her body with his, grabbing her arms and pulling them over her head. He held her down, on hand holding her wrists together, as he used his other hand to dig into her shoulder for leverage, as he increased his speed fucking her harder, deeper, in long strokes. She laid limp beneath him, her legs quivering, as he felt his balls tighten and his cock getting harder, like a sheet of steel. He pulled out and grunted out as he splattered cum all over her back and ass. He looked down at the trail he left over her, and smiled.
"Get something and clean me up." She demanded. He leaned back over her and slid his under her, between her legs, until he found her hard engorged clit. He squeezed and pinched it with his long fingers, as he slowly licked the cum from her back and slowly down to her ass. She was groaning, moving against his hand, as she stared to cum again, he shoved his fingers into her wet hole, feeling it spasm, as it gripped his digits. He waited until she quieted down, then stood up and started to dress.
"You know, I know a lot of women who would give their right hand for a stud like you. If you can be discreet? These are women with money and influence, and you would make an excellent dom." She got up and dressed, then went over to the table and picked up an envelope.
"This should cover our session today. You'll also find my card inside. Think about it, and if you're interested, give me a call. I'll help you get started, for some fun in exchange." At that she laughed.
"You can show yourself out." He took the envelope and made his way out, not sure exactly what had just happened.
His life had never been the same after that, and she had been true to her word. She supplied his first clients, and word of mouth soon followed. He found he was rather good at anticipating their wants and needs, as well as breaking down the walls that hid their secret desires. Some he enjoyed, some not so much, but he had learned to detach himself from the situation, and just perform.
Emily came to stand before him as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss her deeply. She pulled away from him, and gave him her sly mischievous grin.
"I'm not here for a session today, but I do need a favor." He looked at her curiously, never had she asked him for a favor, and he was almost dreading the request.
"My niece has just been released from the hospital, again, and I need her to see a professional, and I don't mean the normal quacks. I want you to give her the standard interview tomorrow and see if you think, no I take that back, I want you to find a way to help her. I trust that you will find an answer to her little problem."
"What problem?" He asked her coldly.
"I'll leave that for her to come clean with, but I warn you, I expect result Scott. You will have to be a little more creative with this one, but I have faith in you, my pet." She slid her hand down his cheek and he jerked away.
"I'm not your pet Emily, but for you I will do this, on one condition. When I am through with her, we are done. You may have helped me get started, but we both know I don't need you anymore, and I prefer to stand on my own from now on."
"Deal," She said almost too quickly and he wondered why.
"She will be here at 6pm, for her interview with you, clear whatever you have scheduled." She turned and walked out the door, as he stood there dreading what he had just gotten himself into, but in the end he was sure it would be worth it.