Working Girls #2 – NSFW

One of the perks to being a caterer is you get to meet some pretty awesome people. Usually it’s a celebration of some sort and everyone loves to eat while they party. I keep my operation fairly small, preferring to work the events myself and just a couple others.

Tonight it was this rock band, not huge, but they certainly had their following. The guys were Brits and of course they each had the rocker look and the sexy accent. They had been invited Stateside by a friend of a friend who saw them in their home country. Being a heavy metal fan myself, I was super pleased they hired my company to provide the food for this party.

I had actually seen their concert last night and was pretty much in lust with one of the guitar players. He was the star of my masturbation sessions before I fell asleep last night and again this morning. Watching his fingers dance across the strings, his long hair thrashing about in rhythm with each song, his tattooed forearms… god, I love forearms, the leather, the jeans, his beard which had some silver streaks to it. And did I see a dimple? Yes. Yes I did. I also noticed his ass and the way he walked, for those of you keeping score. His body was perfection. He was neither too tall nor too short. He had some muscle tone but not overly ripped nor too skinny. I imagined him playing my body. I bet he even tasted good.

So, here I am, watching the proceedings of the party but basically staying out from underfoot. Available but not in the way. The other two people who normally helped me had been sent home, as the band’s manager had said that everyone could serve themselves. This gave me plenty of time to ogle my living fantasy without being too fucking obvious, I hoped.

About two hours in and I felt the need to step out for a little fresh air and check on the huge three-tiered cake in the kitchen area. The lights were off in the room but there was some spilling in from the hallway. The cake looked fine in the dim light and as I made my way past it to continue on to the balcony and certain fresh air, I noticed a shadow fall across the doorway.

I turned around and there he was. He stepped into the dim room and stopped next to the cake. His hands casually hung from his jean pockets. I could just make out that he lifted an eyebrow. I cleared my throat, “was there something I could do for you?” My voice didn’t even shake. I am so proud of myself.

“Well, since you put it that way,” he drawled in that sexy accent, “yeah, I think there is.” My heart beat so loud in my ears. God I wanted to kiss those lips. I licked my lips and he made a small sound in his throat. Did he just… growl? The moment drug on. “Okay… what would you like me do you… FOR YOU! For you!” I nearly shouted to cover my slip. In response, I watched him take two fingers and swipe it through the cake’s frosting. He took the two steps forward to reach me and then brought those frosting-smeared fingers to my lips. Looking straight into his eyes I unabashedly opened my mouth wrapped my tongue around them and sucked them clean.

He was on me in an instant and I gave as much as he took. His tongue was in my mouth, I sucked his lip into my own and bit it gently. His hand went up my dress right up to my tits. His fingers pinched and twisted my nipple while his other hand went to my neck, holding me close. I moaned into his mouth. He pushed me against the counter and I could feel his cock straining against his jeans.

Then he lifted me up on to the counter, pulling my panties right down and off in one motion. I didn’t see him do it, but he must have swiped more frosting since he smeared it up my thighs and promptly went to work licking and sucking them clean again. His warm tongue didn’t stop there. I soon felt him suckling my clit. A finger going to my pussy, which by now was absolutely ready for him. God, his mouth felt better than I’d imagined it could. My head fell back against the cupboard. I sighed and gasped. His fingers spread me wider as he finger-fucked me and lapped my aching clit. All too soon I was coming undone on his face, my fingers in his beautiful hair.

Leaning back, he looked me straight in the eye as he sucked his fingers clean. I scarce could breathe. Here before me stood the sexiest rock god, a man straight out of my very fantasies in the flesh and I’d just cum all over his face and fingers. He reached down to adjust himself within his pants and my lusting eyes followed. His voice lifts me from the o-fog. “Need some fresh air?” His head tilting toward the balcony door.

Without speaking again, we both made our way out. We were a couple stories up and the view was, I’m sure, beautiful. All I can think about is a hot man standing next to me and my pussy dripping down my legs after an incredible climax. I turn toward him, “can I…?” As if he knows my mind, he turned away from the view, leaning back on the railing. His jeans are tight across his raging hard-on.

Like an starving animal, I dropped to my knees before him and released his cock from his jeans. It sprang forward, seemingly reaching for my moist lips. I licked them in anticipation, my mouth already watering. I looked up at him to see his hooded eyes gazing down intently. I decided then and there I was going to give him the best blow job he’d ever gotten so that when he went home, he’d never be satisfied with another again. I’m a bitch that way.

Maintaining eye contact, I reached out and took him in hand. Stroking him from base to tip and back down again. As I pulled my fingers up again, I took his crown between my lips and sucked. He made a sort of mewling sound and his eyes nearly rolled back. Encouraged, I sucked him deeper down my throat, keeping the suction tight but not painful. One of his hands went to the back of my head and I knew I had him hooked.

I continued my ministrations, releasing and tightening the suction, as my hand dropped to his tight sac. I stroked it gently and then I pulled him deep down my throat as I squeezed his balls so tight. He groaned and his hand tightened in my hair. “Oh god, Baby,” he gasped. “You know how to suck my cock.” Pleased, I began licking and sucking him alternately almost desperately. I longed to feel his cum running down my throat. He tasted delicious. I hummed my pleasure.

I let my tongue circle his crown, taking my time, letting it build inside him. When I could feel him getting close, I’d back off, changing to a different pressure and speed. I let him fuck my mouth and then I would pull back only to suck him back in my eager mouth again. I let my jaw relax, letting his hard cock slide across my tongue and touch the back of my throat. I pushed with my tongue along the underside as he pumped in and out. My hand began squeezing his balls again.

All at once I felt him become impossibly harder in my mouth, he stilled and I began suckling, creating a deep suction. He growled out his orgasm as I felt him fill my mouth. He tasted delicious. I swallowed, sucking him completely dry. Then I softly licked him clean. He relaxed against the railing.

After he helped me to my feet, he took my face in his hands, thumbs stroking my flushed cheeks. He looked me in the eye for a moment before whispering, “Do you believe in a meant-to-be? Do you believe in real love at first sight?” My jaw dropped open. “Would you,” he continued softly, “fly with me?”

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