Mrs. Robinson (Mrs. Robinson #1) (10 page)

Oh, shit – this was
dangerous
.

“Ben, stop.”

She pulled away and stared into my eyes, her face drained but her eyes hungry, her mascara running down her cheek in the misty shower.

“What
are
you?” she asked with a weird little look, caught in something between awe and disbelief. “Some man-boy sex machine sent to torture me and make me come again and again? This can’t be real. It’s like you’re peeling back my skull and looking into my brain.”

“Oh, but it is real,” I said as I kissed her neck. “Age and talent have nothing to do with each other – remember that. And just because I’m a dude doesn’t mean I don’t know women.” The boredom I saw in Grace’s eyes was genderless, not that I could tell her that. She wanted something else – she was bored with the romance novels – and she had called me here to fix that.

“Still, Ben,” she whispered. “This is
wrong
.”

Her one word –
wrong
– seemed to fill the shower with guilt.

“I know it is,” I said, my endorphin high starting to crash and burn, thinking she was trying to walk away. “All I know is how alive I feel when I touch you. And-”

“And that’s why I want it,” she interrupted. “I’m sick of being good. I mean, when’s the last time following the rules got me anywhere? I want you in me. I have to have you. Take me, Ben. Fuck me.”

I shuddered from head to toe, and my cock got so hard, it brushed up against her leg.

“Good God – you are
bad
, Mrs. Robinson.” I reached down and took my cock in my hand, which was now standing at full attention, to say the least. “So you
do
want this cock?” I growled, making her eyes get even hungrier.

“Yes. So badly.”

As my hormones ran wild, my brain threw up one last yellow flag. “…But you know what that will mean, though, right?”

It means this is real, and you’ve cheated on your husband, and I’ve accepted money for sex, officially rendering me the lowest form of human being to walk the Earth…

“Ben, your mouth was just on my vagina for ten minutes,” she said. “How is sex any different from that?”

I took one final look into her eyes. They were desperate, starving, pleading. I grabbed my dick and ran myself over her pussy ever-so-slowly.

“Beg me to fuck you, then, Mrs. Robinson,” I demanded, and she tried to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head again.

“Please fuck me, Ben.”

“Beg harder.” If she wanted to be wishy-washy and keep questioning herself, she was going to get punished.

“Fuck me now!”

“I’m not sure,” I said, taking my cock away again.

“Why not?”

I paused. How did I explain that I actually liked her, and that it terrified me, because I knew I was only there as her little sex pet? She had a weapon – all this money – and she was using to use me.

But then again, I realized I had a weapon, too – and it was right here in my hand.

“You know what Miss Jill liked to get hit by?” I asked, making her back away a little in fear.

“What? A whip or something?”

“No. This big dick in my hand. And now I’m going to slap it against your clit and make you come again, Mrs. Robinson.”

I backed away a few inches and then slapped myself against her pussy, and the sensation was so heavenly, she cried out.

“Ahh.”

I slapped her clit with the tip of my dick again, harder this time, pushing her even closer to the precipice.

“Again!” she cried. “This perfect. But make it
hurt
.”

If she says so…

I backed up and slammed myself against her so hard, it almost hurt
me
. She stilled, closed her eyes, and started shivering uncontrollably as she slid down the slippery wall, falling into a heap on the tile floor as her legs twitched back and forth. I lowered, too, until I rested between her open legs. She finally opened her eyes and peered over at me.

“That was the hardest…I have ever…had one of those…in my
life
.”

She pulled her knees together out of embarrassment, but I pushed them back open and stared down at her pussy, suddenly absolutely ravenous.

“I hate it when women do that,” I told her.

“Do what?”

“Hide themselves. I want to see everything – I want to see what’s mine, if only for the night.”

“
Ugh
, you are sexy,” she sighed. “And what is it? Why are you still looking at me like that?”

I grinned and licked my lips. “Because it’s time. I’m going to take you now, Mrs. Robinson.”

I turned off the shower, picked her up so her legs were wrapped around me, and carried her into the bedroom. Her expansive windows were framed by simple white curtains that hung straight to the floor, and her furniture was modern and expensive-looking. On one side of the bed hung a painting of a doe in a bright forest, and on the opposite side was a bust of an ancient Roman god with a sickle and a clock. Trying not to acknowledge the painting of Jesus with the stigmata hanging over her bed, I set my married client down on her own two feet and knelt before her. Then I grabbed a towel and proceeded to towel-dry every inch of her as slowly as I could, stopping to lick the one spot of her I knew would
never
be quite dry tonight. The slower I went, the deeper her breathing got, and the taller the hairs on her arms stood on end. Then I tossed aside the towel and stood over her – but suddenly something caught my eye.

“Why are you looking over my shoulder like that?” I asked, and I turned to see my own face – and naked ass – floating above me. “You have a mirror above your bed?” I asked with a smile, turning back to her. “Wow – you actually
are
freaky.”

“No,” she said, averting her eyes, a sad tone in her voice. “It’s not really what it looks like…I got the idea from a romance novel, I figured maybe it’d help my husband sleep with me sometimes, but…well, it didn’t work.”

Something inside me broke for Grace. I leaned forward and brushed my stubble against her earlobe.

“Well get ready,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For the mirror to work on someone.”

She moaned, and I kissed my way her chin, her neck, her clavicle, her nipple. “This is what I want you to do,” I said in between nipping on her left and then right nipples. “You’re going to look up into the mirror, and you’re going to grab my hair, and you’re going to watch me put my head between your legs and eat your pussy until you come. I want you to stare at my whole body while I eat you. If you stop watching at any time before you come, I’ll punish you. Do you understand?”

She nodded, and I got to work. I ran my tongue down to the space between her pussy and her inner thighs, licking the sweet skin. “Pull my hair,” I demanded again, and she grabbed it and started pulling. “And don’t stop watching. Women have been leered at long enough – it’s time to turn the tables and have
my
ass checked out for a change. I can handle it.”

She writhed and moaned as my tongue made its way to her clit once again, running over and over and around. She tasted so fucking good and I had no clue how I hadn’t fucked her yet. As I slipped in one finger and began stroking her G spot, I turned around and made eye contact with her in the mirror. Her eyes were hooded with desire, and her whole body was trembling. She was laid out flat, her drying hair fanning out around her, and my head was nestled between her thighs as I stared up at her. She looked fucking gorgeous, and I couldn’t wait to take her.

“Do you like watching me eat this pussy?” I asked, and she nodded slowly. I reached around and slapped my own ass for her.

“What was that for?” she whispered.

“Just wanted to make myself feel a little pain and make sure I wasn’t dreaming – that’s how good you taste.”

She convulsed and then looked down at me again. “What is
with
you and foreplay? Not that you aren’t amazing. But why don’t we just
do it
?”

I jumped a little. “Um…we will soon. Are you ready to come again before that?”

“Mhmm,” she breathed, and I turned around and let my lips close around her clit. I sucked gently as I ran two fingers in and out, faster and faster, lobbing hits on her G spot, and she didn’t last long – her tugging on my hair become harder until her whole body suddenly seized, and she fell apart into a million shudders and tremors.

“God, you’re perfect,” she said a moment later as she pulled me up by the head and kissed my forehead. I rested on her chest to listen to her heart, lingering there for several minutes as thoughts swirled through my head, brain to heart. I’d come here half-expecting to find some desperate older gal waiting to seduce me in a darkened corner with her legs crossed, wearing a leopard print trench and heels or something. But Mrs. Robinson was so much more than that – she was a living, breathing human, with thoughts and fears and feelings, just like anyone else.

But mostly, as I lay there, I felt contentment. And that scared me. A lot.

“Fuck me, Ben,” she breathed. “Please.”

“I’ll get started in a minute,” I said, trying to stay cool. “Are you going to get your money’s worth and instruct me to do everything you like, in exactly the way you want it?”

“Yes, Ben.”

“Okay, but first, there’s something I have to tell you,” I said. “The thing is, I’m a…”

“A male escort?” she interrupted. “I already knew that. You’re going to have to pull out something worse than that if you want to shock me.”

“No, but I am a…”

“I know what you’re going to say,” she broke in. “This is your first time doing this, isn’t it? This whole escorting thing?”

“Um, yeah. How did you know?”

She took a long breath. “Because it’s my first night, too, and I see myself in your eyes.”

“Oh.” I looked away. “Well, there’s something else you need to know, too.” I took a breath. “I’m…I’ve never…”

“Never what?”

“Never met someone as beautiful as you,” I said, making my lips touch hers, deciding to drop the subject. I could figure all that out later. I wanted this woman, right here, right now, and I couldn’t wait another fucking minute.

“Oh, Ben,” she moaned into my mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my
life
. Fuck me now, please.”

“But didn’t you know?” I asked her, holding my cock in my hands, deciding to let Bad Ben come out and play again. “Heaven holds a place for those who beg.”

“Please, Ben,” she moaned.

“Please, what?”

“Please just fuck me,” she said, her voice husky and desperate, and suddenly I knew exactly what I was going to do next. I pushed her back onto the bed and started my tongue’s assault on her neck, licking and sucking and kissing my way from one earlobe over to the other, making her flood with moisture against my bare knee again. This was it – the big reveal. And not just physically. Here I was – I couldn’t hide anymore. Sex was the one place where I couldn’t run from reality; shove aside the truth and put on that brave, bad-boy act as a mask. I was baring my all, exposing the lonely, scared, and fucking horny little kid I was. So what would she think?

“This isn’t like one of those romance novels you read, is it, Mrs. Robinson?” I asked my client as she moaned under me.

“No,” she breathed, making me grin against her skin.

“I know – it’s better. This is real life. I’m here, I’m young, I’m horny, and – best of all – I’ve got a
really
big dick. Now sit back and hold on – this is gonna be like nothing you’ve ever read before.”

As Mrs. Robinson moaned once more and did as she was told, I slid my tongue south and wrapped my lips around her nipple, which hardened deliciously under my tongue. I hadn’t expected to like my client this much, but now that I was here, I couldn’t fucking get enough of her. I bit her nipple lightly, relishing in her groan again as she arched her back and took a breath, and it wasn’t until I headed still further south and placed a few kisses around her nave
l
that the bravado started to melt away and the guilt began creeping in.

I had to do this. I knew that. I needed this paycheck more than anything, and my sister was depending on me to save her. Everything was riding on this beautiful stranger riding my face after I fucked her. But as I placed my dick against Mrs. Robinson’s clit and prepared to torture her with the tip of it like my thoughts were torturing me, I couldn’t help but wonder:
how in the hell did I let myself become a male prostitute tonight?

I didn’t have too much time to wonder, though, because suddenly a pair of blazing headlights careened through the window from the driveway outside and lit the opposite wall like the devil’s smile, making us both sit up straight on the bed.

“Who is it?” I scream-whispered at her, my high crashing immediately. “Is it your kid or something? You didn’t tell me you had a kid!”