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Unfortunately she broke off from the kiss, flashed a smile and said,

“Keep up the good work, Mr. Tongue.”

Before he could respond, she left the bathroom, shutting the door behind herself. By the time he
found his clothes, got dressed
and walked down the hallway, she had already
left
.
Wondering through the house, he didn’t come across anyone else but saw an envelope with “Mr. Tongue” written on it, on the foyer table. After a quick glance showed him a thick wad of cash, he shoved it in h
is pocket and pulled out his
keys and whistled all the way to his car.

Not wanting to have
no
thing to show for his hard earned cash, he stopped at a billiards store just as they opened.  In spite of his huge pile of bills waiting to be paid, he did not feel bad for investing in a brand new pool table, paying extra to have it delivered within the hour. The salesman went out of his way to kiss ass by having the delivery truck follow him home. By the time the table had been set up, Matt’s energy level had dropped to zero.

It didn’t take him long to
fall asleep after crawling into bed
, sleeping the rest of the day even though he had several appointments with clients. By the time he woke up, the sun had started to set. Seeing that he had eight missed calls from the office, he let out a sigh and shut his cell phone off, having no desire to do any work.

Dumping the envelope of cash on the coffee table, he went to the wall safe in his bedroom closet and got the rest of the money he had made as a gigolo. Counting it all twice, he realized he had made more money in the past few nights then he had in m
onths. Stashing all the cash
in the safe, he went over his finances, comparing his earnings as a struggling attorney to those of a fun loving gigolo.

As his home phone rang, he let out a sigh, picking it up, already knowing it would be his legal assistant,

“Yeah.”

“Uh, hi boss. You okay?”

“I guess. What’s up?”

“You missed several appointments today, including one with Judge McDowell
, who…I hear, has been talking about hanging you by the nuts from a flagpole for not showing up
. I rescheduled it for tomorrow afternoon.”

Rubbing his forehead Matthew said, “
Tough luck
.
Cancel it. I’m not going to that appointment or any others.
Tell them all that I’m closing the office. I’m done practicing law. I will pay you for the rest of this month though, that should give you ample time to come up with another job. Meet me at the office tomorrow morning so we can wrap things up.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes! Don’t questio
n my decisions
,” he snapped and hung up.

Making himself a
martini
, Matthew
sipped it
while waiting for his laptop to power up.
While going over his finances and investments, he tried to talk himself out of the decision he had made. Knowing it wouldn’t take word long to spread, he snorted as the
doorbell rang; dragging his feet as he walked to the door, sighing loudly as he looked th
rough
the peephole.

“Open up
. I hear you breathing,” his visitor said through the door.

Turning the deadbolt, he stepped back and pulled the door open, “Well, well. Judge McDowell
is making a
house call,” he grumbled.

Glaring at him,
she said, “I think the need to be formal vanished several years ago when you started coming to my office regularly to fuck my brain outs
, Matt.”

Rolling his eyes, he
said, “Please, come in, Carrie
.”

Stepping into his foyer
she
pushed
him up against
the wall
,
kicking the do
or shut behind her as her hand slid down his body to grope him.

“Wh
at the hell is going on? You stood me up
twice this week.”

As he opened his mouth to explain, her grip on him tightened, bringing a whimper from his throat as she lifted an eyebrow and asked,

“Are you fucking someone else?”

Seeing anger, jealousy and the possibility of being neutered by her
in the look she gave him
, he quickly shook his head,

“No, sweetie
. You
know you’re the only one for me,

he lied.

Studying his face, she tried to decide if she should believe him
. She locked her eyes on his as
he
released her long silky b
rown
hair from the tight twisted bun she always wore it in for work, running his fingers through it, sending tingling waves of desire to her very core. Working his way to her face, he
gently brush
ed
his fingertips across her lips.

Tilting her head back a
s a
low moan escaped her lips
,
a
slight shiver
moved through her, following
his
hand
as it
moved downward, her nipples hardening as he grazed them. Lust burned in her eyes as his touch quickly doused her anger
over being stood up
.

Knowing exactly what she liked, he
pressed his lips against her ear,
w
hisper
ing
, “Do you want
me to taste you
?”

Gasping,
she closed her eyes and moaned.
Taking that response as a yes, he smiled and said, “Good but first I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

After she shut her eyes and covered them with one hand, he took her other
hand
and
le
d her to the dining room
.
, “
Keep your eyes closed and get undressed.

Keeping his eyes trained on her
to make sure she didn’t peek
as she
slid out of her
clothes;
he
gather
ed
various
item
s
from the fridge
.
Walking back to the
dining area
, he
slapped her on the ass when he caught her staring at the surprise.

Squealing at the sting of his hand, she gave him a questioning look. Smiling he walked around his brand new pool table, stopping at each
table
pocket to insert an item; whipped cream in the first one, then a
peeled
banana in the second, honey in the third,
a peeled
cucumber in the forth, smoked sausage in the fifth and warm buttered croissants in the sixth pocket.

He
felt her eyes on him
as he slowly walked around the table
taking her hand again, helping her up onto it, whispering, “Lay back and relax
so we can have some kinky fun
with food
.”

As he wrapped a silk tie around her wrist and secured it to a pool table leg, Carrie
giggled and
asked, “Won’t the food ruin the felt surface of the table?”

Shaking his head, he mumbled, “
Not to worry, it’s got a special protective coating on it.”

Continuing with his task of tying her up, he secured her other wrist and then both ankles, leaving her spraddle legged and ready for him.
Then he walked to her head and smiled down at her as he carefully pulled her long hair to one side and then surprised her again by sliding a blindfold over her eyes.

His eyes sparkled mischievously as he circled her trailing the tips of his fingers along each of her splayed appendages, barely touching her yet making her quiver with desire. She whimpered and arched her back as her hard nipples responded to him when he bypassed her breasts to tickle her ribs.

Running his index finger along
the juices on
her inner thigh, Matthew lifted it to her mouth,
allowing her to greedily suck his digit as her desire mounted. Moving between her legs, he leaned over the table, lowering his head to nuzzle her with his unshaven face as he tickled her with his warm breath.

“Please...,” she gasped.

Reaching over to the nearest pocket, he grabbed the warm buttered croissant and then the bottle of honey. Very slowly, he drizzle
d
honey on her nipples and then twirled the croissant in slow swirling circles around her nipples. As he switched to the second breast, he lowered his mouth to the first one, moving his tongue in unison with the warm bread as she moane
d softly and arched against him, encouraging him to lick her clean.

Finishing that task, he walked to the other end of the table to grab
the can of whipped cream and then the banana before
lying on his stomach between her legs. Very slowly, he kissed her inner thighs as he used
his fingertips t
o carefully part her pussy lips, gently massaging her folds.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded as he teased her.

Giving the whipped cream can a quick shake, he carefully placed the nozzle against her pussy and
filled
her with cream. As she gasped and cried out, bucking against her restraints, he set the can aside and replaced it with the banana, waiting until she relaxed to slowly push it inside her.

As she moaned softly, he slid the banana in and out a few times before pushing it inside her as far as he could. Then he lowered his mouth to devour her whip cream covered slit, nibbling her clit each t
ime he passed it. Pressing
against him,
she encouraged him to go deeper as
he placed his lips against her pussy, sucking the cream and banana back out of her one bite at a time.

“Mmmm…
fuck

me
,” she said between gasps.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled as he lavished her with licks and love bites
, eating the rest of the banana cream pie he had made himself
.

By the time he had finished licking her, she had grown frustrated, pulling at her restraints and growling at him, “Give me that cock, now!”

Chuckling, he said, “Okay, okay, already.”

Sliding off the table, he released her ankles and helped her turn over and scoot toward up the table, leaving her wrists
crossed and
loosely bound with her ass sticking up in the air.
When he removed her blindfold, she gave him a p
iercing
smoldering look as
she commanded,

“Fuck me hard, now!”

Climbing onto the pool table, he knelt behind her, cupping her buttocks with his hands, massaging her as she wiggled against him. Running the tip of his shaft along her dripping wet slit, he waited until
she relaxed and then slapped both her ass cheeks with his palms. Squealing, she gasped,

“Oh…yes!”

Playfully smacking her again, he said, “Tell me what you want.”

Glancing over her shoulder at him, she pushed her ass against his belly and said,

“Fuck me.”

“Hhhmmm….I’m not sure I heard you right. Did you say lick me?”

Sighing in frustration, she pushed harder, trying to take his cock in,

“No, I said FUCK ME!”

Pulling back from her just a bit, he slid his middle finger between her pussy lips and twirled it around her swollen clit. Biting her lip, she whimpered and shuddered as he caressed her, begging,

“Oh…please…do it…already. I need…your cock…ah, God…inside me.”

With his other hand he reached under
her
belly sliding it up her ribcage to cup her breast
s
, gently tweaking her nipple
s
at the same slow pace that he teased her clit. Unable to fight the rising pleasure within her, she moaned and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers. Sensing her impending orgasm, he removed both his hands, bringing a gasp of dismay from her,

“No…don’t stop.”

Gripping her by the waist, he positioned his cock and slid into her slick wet heat, going balls deep. Stopping to keep control of his over sensitive cock, he gritted his teeth as she tightened her muscles around him, not moving again until his urge to come had passed.

As he pulled back, moving slow and easy, she matched his pace. After giving her three long strokes, he gave her ass a slap again, knowing it would turn her on even more as he let her take the lead. Holding still, he watched her juicy pussy suck his cock in and out as she moved along his length, faster.

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