He knocked on the side door of the large house and waited patiently. A
young maid in livery opened the door and smiled shyly, blushing when
she saw his blue, red lined cloak.
“Mistress called for me,” he said, handing her his card.
“Please step in,” she said. He slipped into the side anteroom and
stood aside. He did not sit down; he was always nervous when he met
with a new client. The house was a large one for the neighborhood and
well built, with tasteful appointments and furnishings.
A few minutes later a the young maid returned, her eyes not meeting
his.
“My mistress will see you in a few minutes. Would you like something
to drink?”
“I would like a glass of water,” he said.
She nodded and left him again, returning with a tray with a pitcher
and a glass, which she filled for him. He drank as she watched, her
pretty cheeks a rosy shade of pink. Again she left him alone as he
paced.
In about five minutes she returned and motioned to him. He followed
her without a word into a darkened parlor, where she left him, shutting
the door behind him. The room was a cozy one and could have been the
sitting room of any of a number of his clients. A door opened and a
woman appeared from behind the heavy curtains across the room. She was
slender and tall, with her fine, blond hair escaping the clips in her
hair. Her dress was a long, gray, form fitting one with buttons down
the front.
As she neared him his breath caught in her throat. She was a vision
of beauty, with fine cheek bones, full, red lips and green eyes. As
she looked at him she blushed.
“I am Adam,” he said in a quiet, almost subdued voice.
“Adam, I am Isabella. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Mistress, I am prepared.” On a side table, according to the
instructions, was a teapot of hot water with a single cup. Next to it
was a basic with soap and a towel. He smiled.
“Would, would you like me to sit?” she asked.
He looked about. There was a settee nearby and he motioned to it.
“Here would be best,” he said.
With grace that was goddess like she moved to the settee and perched
on the edge, obviously nervous.
“You have never had this service before?” he asked, walking over to
the table, putting a small tea bag in the cup and adding hot water. He
let it steep for a moment. Finally she answered.
“No, no, I have not, but I have discussed it with my friends.”
“Your communication said you wanted standard service?” he said,
wording it as a question. He picked up the tea cup, in which dark,
rich tea had brewed. He put the tea bag on the saucer.
“Uh, yes, I uh, do,” she said, blushing even more.
She was a very pretty woman. What kind of man did not take care of
such a woman?
“Then, shall we get started?” he asked. Handing her the cup of tea he
knelt on one knee in front of her. “Now, drink it all.”
She looked down at the tea and then at him. Without a word she sipped
it, then downed the hot tea with a couple of gulps. He took the cup
and saucer from him and put them on the small table nearby.
He looked at her, as the tea took effect, relaxing her just a little,
as he put his hands on her knees very lightly. She stiffened a little
as he did, but then relaxed as he ran his hands up her thighs and back
down. His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned one, then two, then
three and finally four buttons, uncovering her as he did, his eyes
falling to look at her as he did.
She had only a little hair of a light brown color. He could smell her
musk from where he kneeled in front of her. Out of his small bag he
brought the main instrument of his trade, a dildo about a foot long,
slender, with a larger head than shaft. It was made of a black
material and had a shiny surface. He held so she could not see it as
he gently kissed first one thigh and then the other as she sighed and
quivered.
“Relax my dear, just relax and enjoy,” he whispered. His eyes met
hers, where he saw a combination of desire and uncertainty as he kissed
her thigh again. She spread her legs wider, an involuntary reaction to
his attentions. He was now only a few inches from her sex. It was
tender, pink, like that of a young girl. He inhaled her musk as he
kissed the top of her pussy, just above he clit. She inhaled deeply
and her hand rested on his head, drawing him closer as his extended his
practiced, talented tongue.
He touched her hooded clit just so with the tip of it, tasting her for
the first time. She had a sweet taste that made him want more. With
gentle strokes he worked it, eliciting quivers and sighs from his
client, feeling the clit slowly harden and emerge from its hiding
place. He had learned a long time ago that a woman not used to this
stimulus needed to be started slowly.
He ran his tongue down her lips, parting them just slightly, tasting
her slightly salty inner juice as it started to come out. Very slowly,
he penetrated her with his tongue, parting her lips more. She
whimpered now, her back arching slightly.
As his lips returned to her clit he lifted the dildo and pushed it
against her opening as she let out a small cry. He looked up, his
tongue swirling around her clit in a circular motion, making it harder
yet as he slowly penetrated her, parting her lips with the dildo as her
back arched and she drew in a deep breath.
“Oh, yes, oh, my,” she whispered as he pushed in to the depth of about
six inches, then turned it and drew it out, then entered again, turning
it as he did. His tongue continued to work on her clit, which was now
fully erect and engorged, now moving to the tip, then back to the
circular motion. Her hips were now moving in a circular motion as well
as her breath became ragged and her thighs trembled.
Continuing with his licking he also continued with the stroking in and
out and turning of the dildo, stimulating her g-spot as she trembled
and gasped. As she was about to orgasm he started flicking his tongue
faster and stroking faster. At that moment she arched her back,
lifting her hips off of the settee, as he clamped his mouth to her clit
and pushed the large, black dildo all the way in. With a loud cry she
came and came as he continued to lick and fuck her with the dildo
simultaneously. She twisted and turned in his strong grip as she came.
Finally he pulled back, leaving the dildo buried in her as she trembled
and put her hands to her face.
“Oh, oh, god, oh, it was incredible,” she whimpered.
He did not answer, but slowly, very slowly, extracted the dildo,
covered with her juices. She trembled as it left a void in her belly.
He stood then, picking up his bag and turning away from her. He
stepped to the sidebar and, using the basin there he washed the dildo
and dried it, putting it back in his bag.
When he turned back she had pulled her robe together and was composing
herself.
“I assume that was satisfactory, my lady?’
`There are no words to describe it. My friend was correct.” She was
actually sweating and was fully flushed. God, what a beautiful woman,
he thought; what would it be like to make love to her the right way?
“I am very glad you enjoyed it,” he said, smiling. His erection had
subsided by now.
“Your fee is in the envelope there on the table,” she said.
He picked it up and put in the bag, knowing better than to count it.
“May I ask you something?” she asked.
“Yes, of course,” he said. Some of the women, especially the very
lonely older ones kept him for some time for small talk, something they
also paid for. He doubted that was what this young, beautiful wife of
a prominent man wanted.
“Have you ever provided special services?”
“That, my lady, is not possible.” He and his kind were tolerated only
because they never really had “sex” with their clients. They took care
of the physical needs only. Actually making love to one of his high
class clients would be too much and he would end up dead. Of course,
he was tempted, but he made a good living with this and enjoyed his
work a great deal.
“What if my husband hired you?”
“Why would he do that, my lady?”
“He is unable to father a child and he wants one. Someone in society
would never keep it quiet, but you are paid to be confidential. You
are handsome and healthy.”
“Have you discussed this with your husband?”
“No, I canted to see you first.”
“Under the circumstances I will consider it only if he requests it
himself.”
She nodded and looked him up and down.
“Well, you will be hearing from me,” she said.
He only smiled as she rose and left the room. The maid returned a few
moments later and escorted him out, blushing furiously.