Mutually Assured

Mutually Assured
by clarkroberts©

Lately, I've developed a thing for high-priced call girls. For the past two years, I've been using a high-end escort service. The service offers a variety of intelligent and vivacious girls for $500 per hour. They send the girls right to my office, so I don't have the added expense of a hotel room. The office is where I spend most of my time these days, now that my kids are grown and my wife has gone through the change.

After my wife started menopause, sexual intercourse became painful for her. Instead of searching for a solution, she just quit having sex. I haven't lost my sex drive though and masturbation proved to be a poor substitute. I love sex with a woman way too much to give it up. The sensation of sliding my hard cock into the wet warmth of a pussy is indescribable pleasure. Nothing can beat the thrill of hearing a woman gasp at the moment of penetration. And, I have yet to find anything more euphoric than busting my nut into the wanton womb of a woman.

Turning to call girls seem to be a practical solution. They provide physical gratification without the emotional attachments, which suits me just fine. I still love my wife and don't want to end our thirty-year marriage with some kind of tawdry affair. Nor, do I want to risk my business to a sexual harassment lawsuit by hooking up with one of my female employees. The expense of the call girls seems cheap in comparison to the cost of an affair inside or outside the workplace.

The escort service has a couple of girls I request on a regular basis, but neither are available tonight. The service suggested a new girl, who they say is young, beautiful and eager to please. They promise I won't be disappointed. She's on her way, now.

Rocking in my cushy rolling chair behind my big wooden desk, I suck on an after dinner mint. I don't want the lingering taste of Chinese take-out on my breath. Not that it matters to the escorts. They usually don't kiss, claiming the total girlfriend experience costs extra. Maybe, the new girl will be different. I like to kiss when I fuck.

It's after hours and my staff has gone home, so I leave my office door open. I hear the elevator ding announcing someone has arrived on my floor. The office layout is patterned in a typical cube farm. A wide open room crisscrossed with cubicles for the office workers and along the side walls are individual offices for the middle managers who stand sentinel over the workers. Looking past my secretary's desk, littered with clerical paraphernalia, I catch sight of a young woman as she saunters past the cubicles. A giddy excitement makes my heartbeat accelerate. The call girl has arrived.

A royal blue dress flatters her hourglass figure and is feminine and flirty. A smile tips the corners of her sensuous mouth. She spots the soft illumination my desk lamp dimly lighting the way to the large office along the back wall, the boss's office, my office. Confident that I'm watching her, she adds a little extra sway to her step, sexily slinging hips. She spins a swivel desk chair in one of the cubicles as she passes it. The black pumps on her feet sound a seductive staccato on the vinyl floor and enhance her bodacious breasts. Each step produces a bounce of her ample breasts which in turn make a string of pearls dance against her bosom. She's a twenty-something hottie that exudes raw sexuality, yet there's something disturbingly familiar about her.

Glancing at the nameplate on my door, she stops in mid-stride then awkwardly stumbles into my office like a drunk. For a split second her breathing is suspended. Gasping, she stutters, "Oh...my...goodness."

My eyes bulge in a double take. A flush of fear surges through my body and I fight the urge to crawl under my desk. I recognize the girl. My voice pitches higher into a squeal, "Lexi?"

"Yes," she whimpers. The color drains from her face and she looks as if she might faint.

Seeing her distress, I gather myself and insist, "Lexi, sit down before you fall down."

She drops into a chair like all the strength has left her legs. A dazed expression etches her face as she stares at me across my desk. Dropping her eyes to her hands, which nervously twitch in her lap, she begs, "Please, Mr. Reynolds don't tell my parents, please."

"I won't, if you don't tell my wife," I say as I rise from my chair.

Silently, she nods as she realizes she has me over a barrel as much as I have her. Lexi is my neighbor's daughter. Having graduated from college last year and after failing to find work, she had been forced to move back in with her parents. Recently, she moved back out. Her father told me she had finally gotten a decent paying job.

I go to the credenza and retrieve a bottle of whiskey. Pouring each of us a shot, I hand a glass to Lexi and sit back down. I down my shot with a single gulp then watch as Lexi nurses hers. Finally, I break the tense silence saying, "M.A.D."

"Please, don't be mad, Mr. Reynolds, I won't tell your wife, please, don't tell my folks."

I laugh at the unexpected release of tension. I start to speak, but start laughing again. Finally, I'm able to get myself under control. I look at Lexi's puzzled expression and explain, "Not mad, like angry, M.A.D as in Mutual Assured Destruction. It was the Cold War nuclear strategy between us and Soviets."

"Oh, I didn't study ancient history in college," she replies straight-faced.

"That stings," I frown, but I slough it off with a shrug and expound, "Anyway, M.A.D describes our situation. If we tell on each other, we will destroy each other's life."

"I see. So what are we going to now?"

"Beats me, Kiddo. Why on earth are you a call girl anyway?"

Lexi shoots me a sad smile like the answer should be obvious. She locks her eyes on mine, urging me to understand as she rationalizes, "For the money. The only job I could find after I graduated college was at the same fast food restaurant I worked when I was in high school. My school loans started coming due and even living at home, I wasn't making enough to pay them. I couldn't ask my folks to keep paying my bills especially with my little brother starting college."

"Yeah, the economy's tough right now even for college graduates," I concurred, rising to refresh my whiskey. With a look and a gesture I ask Lexi, if she wants another, but she declines placing her hand over her glass. Sitting back down, I ask, "So how did you actually become an escort?"

Shrugging, Lexi fingers her necklace then continues, "A girl I went to high school with came into the restaurant. She hadn't gone to college, but she was wearing an expensive outfit and drove a new car. I asked her the secret of her success. She was a call girl making six figures. She said I had the body and personality to be one too. Not that I'm a nympho or anything, but I do enjoy sex, so why not get paid for doing something I enjoy?" Looking into my eyes she asked, "So why do you use an escort service?"

"A couple of years ago my wife went into menopause and lost all interest in sex. I didn't," I disclose then empty my glass. The whiskey burns my throat and warms my belly.

"Do you still love your wife?"

"Yes, I do," I admit and then reveal, "I miss having sex with her, too. It was more than physical pleasure. We connected to each other on a higher level. I guess, I use an escort service because I want sex without any emotional attachments. Sex with the escorts is gratifying, but I must confess it's just not as satisfying as sex with the connection."

Relaxing for the first time since she's entered my office, Lexi smiles, "That's sweet and kind of sad, too. I'm sorry your wife can't have sex anymore. I know what we should do now."

"What's that?" I ask, chuckling.

She stands up and unbuckles the belt on her dress and lets it fall to the floor. Her blue dress has buttons down the front of it. Locking her blue eyes with mine, she undoes each button and huskily says, "I believe you have already paid for an hour of my time."

"Lexi, you don't have to do this," I plead with a dry mouth. The dress falls into the chair and she stands before me in sexy black lace lingerie, my cock stirs in my trousers. I swallow hard and add, "I'm not sure about this, Lexi."

Her eyes contain a sultry simmer and an amused grin lifts the corners of her mouth. She unhooks the catch of her bra and discards it. Gleefully, she fondles her just released breasts like a rider rubs down a horse after a hard ride. Teasingly, she asks, "What aren't you sure about, Mr. Reynolds?"

"Uh, this," I stutter as my eyes tarry on her big bare breasts. I see that her nipples are hard with yearning and rise rigidly from her pinkish areolas. My eyes roam down to her taut tummy to between her succulent stocking encased thighs. I notice her black thong clings sublimely to her saturated snatch, creating a captivating camel-toe. Unconsciously, I lick my lips.

"A 20th century philosopher once said: deep yearnings and desires are hard to ignore no matter how wanton, so enjoy them. It is what makes us human," she said saucily. Playfully, she rolls her hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger, hissing, "Don't you want to enjoy me?"

Blood roars in my ears as it rushes to my cock, making it erect. Blinking my eyes, I try to control the dizziness. My face flushes with lust.

Smiling, Lexi saunters seductively around the desk. Observing my erection, her grin broadens. Boldly, she traces her finger over the tented bulge in my trousers and huskily says, "I can see you desire me. You don't have to be afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid of you," I rasped with arousal. Thinking that my only fear is having a stroke from all the blood rushing from my brain to my cock, I ask, "Why would I be afraid of you?"

"Because you know me and I know you. That gives us a connection. You can't simply think of me as some piece of ass. You're afraid you might actually care about me and that frightens you."

The grimace on my face tells Lexi, she's correct. I don't need to say a word, so I don't.

"I've never been connected to a client before, so this is more than a business transaction to me, too. I really do want to pleasure you." Taking her finger from my erection, Lexi runs it between the folds of her panty covered cunt. Huskily, she asks, "Is this where you want to put that hard cock of yours, Mr. Reynolds?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice was barely audible as I eyed her mesmerizing moose-knuckle. My eyes travel from her simmering snatch, pass her bare breasts heaving with excitement to her eyes simmering with lust. Looking into her eyes, I request, "Call me Ray."

"No, that's not our connection. I've always called you Mr. Reynolds. We're neighbors, that's our connection and I don't want to break our connection. I want you to feel connected to me, so I give you satisfying sex, not just gratifying sex."

Understanding her logic, I say, "Okay Kiddo, you're the girl next door."

Smiling, Lexi hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her black lace thong and slowly slides it down her legs. It clings provocatively to her wet cunt and it takes a quick jerk to make it come loose. Her pretty pink pussy is a picture of wanton pleasure, inflamed with excitement and glistening with anticipation. When her thong hits the floor she steps out of it. With an impish grin, she places a toe in the leg-hole and picks it up off the floor.

My face breaks into a wide smile as I snatch the thong from the toe of Lexi's shoe. I feel the dampness of lace material as I examine its ethereal design. Bringing the garment to my face, I inhale her erotic aroma.

Lexi asks, "Do you have or have you ever had a STD?"

"Gracious no," I declare with a glare. Frowning, I wonder if she is trying to be a cock block.

"You've had a vasectomy, correct?"

"Why?" I ask with irritation.

"Because..." states Lex as she drops to her knees and swivels my chair towards her. She parts my legs and scoots between them. Unzipping my trousers, she fishes my hard cock out of my boxers. She studies my cock for a moment then looks up at me. Her eyes simmer with passion and she says, "I'm not going to make you wear a prophylactic, so you'll feel really connected to me."

"I appreciate that, Kiddo," I reply with a chuckle. Once again, I bring her thong to my face and inhale deeply, catching a whiff of her intoxicating scent.

She wraps a hand around my cock and lovingly strokes it. Tenderly, she kisses my cockhead. Using the tip of her tongue, she chases seeping pre-cum around it. She feels my cock pulsate against her tongue. Excitement surges in her eyes as she glances up at me while taking my cock into her mouth. She sucks vigorously on my cockhead.

"Oh yeah, that's it Lexi, suck my cock," I blissfully gasp.

She goes to town on my cock, alternating between sucking on it and jerking it. Her hand steadies my cock as her tongue traces a wet path down the length of my shaft, teasing its thickness. Soon, she has my shaft so slick with her spittle that my cock slides right into the depths of her throat. She swallows my entire cock, taking my breath away. The air tight seal that was created around my cock produced a pleasant vibration that strove to coax an orgasm from me.

My knuckles turn white as I tighten my grip on the arms of my chair. My face grows crimson. I begin to tremble. My cock pulsates with intensity, my climax is impending. Inarticulately, I stutter, "Ah, eh, oh."

Suddenly, Lexi spits out my cock and gives me a wicked grin.

I groan my dissent then angrily protest, "Hey, I was about to cum."

Lexi just giggles then she straddles me, resting her spread thighs on the arms of my chair. Taking my throbbing cock in her hand, she lowers herself on to it. The moment my cockhead pierces her pussy she gasps and I curl my toes to keep from busting my nut. Moaning, she deliberately feeds the rest of my cock into her ravenous cunt, taking it deeper and deeper until she is impaled completely upon it. Pausing to adjust to my girth, she whimpers, "Your cock feels...feels so good...so good inside me."

"Your pussy feels so good, Kiddo," I mumble as the moist heat of her cunt envelopes me.

Her cunt welcomes my cock with a contraction. It's like a warm, wet, friendly handshake. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kisses me deeply. She knows how to pleasure a man.

While my hands caress her breasts, she slowly slides up my cock until just the head was inside her before gradually gliding back down it. She repeats the cycle again and again driving me to the edge of sanity with her snail-like pace.

I suck on each of her nipples, first one and then the other. Playfully, I bite a nipple causing her to yelp with pleasure. The tortoise tempo Lexi has set is a pleasurable torment. I ache to rapidly thrust my cock in her cunt until my cum bursts from me in frothy release. Grabbing her hips, I try to quicken her pace. My eyes plead for relief, but she shakes her head negatively and adds to my torment by swiveling her hips in a circular motion. I whine, "You're torturing me."

She giggles then scolds, "Quit your whining, Mr. Reynolds. I'm prolonging your pleasure."

I shift my hands to her buttocks. With a cheek in each hand, I balance her as slowly slithers up and down my cock. A sudden flash of lustful inspiration crosses my mind. Looking directly into her doe-like eyes, I savagely shove my finger up Lexi's butthole.

Her eyes widen at the unexpected intrusion then slam shut. Her cunt convulses around my hard cock. Waves of pleasurable orgasm surge through her body she throws back her head and howls, "Oooooooh!"

Her climax complete, Lexi sags limply against my chest. Picking her up off my lap by the cheeks of her ass, I plant her on my desk. As my cock slips from her snatch, she groans with disappointment. Looking at me through half-open eyelids, she feebly smiles.

With my eyes smoldering with a lustful fire, I stand between her spread legs and my cock dances with desire for her. Reaching up, she seductively seizes my cock and guides into her wet wanton cunt. Excitedly, I push my cock into her pussy to the hilt with a single thrust. The wet walls of her cunt warmly clutch my cock. It feels so good, I fear I might pass out. I curl my toes to keep from cumming. With warranted gratification I groan, "Kiddo, you got such a sweet pussy."

"Fuck me, Mr. Reynolds. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast," demands Lexi, lying back on the desk.

Grabbing Lexi's hips for leverage, I plunge my cock into her pussy again and again with vicious velocity. A delightful high pitched-squeal escapes Lexi as I drill her cunt with machine-like thrusts of my cock. Driven by her cries of ecstasy and my own urgent need, I pummel her pussy with vigor.

Lexi's big breasts bounce wildly about propelled by my tempestuous thrusts. She twists her nipples, squealing with depraved delight. Her passion increases. She furiously bucks her hips upward, meeting my thrusts. Reaching down to the apex of her cunt, she diddles her clit with unbridled abandon. Suddenly, she arches her back and shudders with orgasmic gyrations. Wild-eyed she howls, "Cum...pussy...cum."

I pause, feeling Lexi's cunt constricting around my cock as she writhes on my desk in ecstasy. It's precious how the contours of her face contort, reflecting the rapture of her climax. Overwhelmed with lust, I hammer my cock into her convulsing cunt with lustful exuberance. Blood pounds in my ears along with Lexi's orgasmic howls. Burying my cock into her pussy to the hilt, I feel her fingernails digging into my butt as she tries to pull my cock deeper into her. A sudden burst of euphoria explodes within me as frothy spurts of cum burst from my cock into her sweet pussy. I tremble with shockwaves of pleasure. A climatic flash burn scorches my whole body. I groan, "Aw yeah."

Feeling the jets of my cum coating her cunt, Lexie cries out, "Fill my pussy, Mr. Reynolds. Fill me with your cum"

After emptying myself into Lexi's pussy, I collapse into my chair completely spent. I pull her down into my lap and she curls up in my arms with a satiated smile. Gently, I push a strand of errant hair from her face.

She blushed as she caught me looking at her. Her face displays every emotion, reflects every sensation and shows all the passion she feels at this moment. She isn't accustomed to sharing such affection with her clients.

Lovingly, I kiss her lips and with a tender tone I whisper, "Thanks Kiddo. That's the best sex I've had in a long, long time."

She hugs me close and shyly asks, "Are you satisfied or just gratified?"

"Very satisfied," I rasp, overcome by my own raw feelings.

Lexi rests her head on my shoulder and says, "I've never had an orgasm with a client before. Mr. Reynolds, the next time you call the escort service you better ask for me."

"I will, Kiddo," I promise and squeeze her tight. "We have a very special connection. Besides, I prefer mutually assure satisfaction to mutually assured destruction."