I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) (7 page)

“Just want to know whose name you’ll be calling out later on?” he suggested, blushing with his straightforwardness.

Sasha chuckled, “You’re a bad boy.”

“You have no idea ...” he said, “just call me Brad.”

With that, she put her delicate hands at the top of Brad’s shoulders and let them slide across his chest and abs down to his pelvis. Her hands paused there.

“Now, now... no touching...” Sasha scolded, even though it sounded like she wanted more.

“Whatever you say, baby,” Brad said, giving her a wink and moving his hands up again.

“And you can call me Tracy, or Trace,” Sasha said.

“All right, Trace, I like that. Go ahead...I’ll be a good boy. Or at least I’ll try,” he said, closing his eyes and allowing Sasha to circle around his nipples, lightly at first, then more intensely.

“Oh, fuck...” Brad said, his lips parting in ecstasy.  His response was turning Sasha on even more.  She loved the feel of power she had with her hands, and she then worked their magic from his sides to every ridge of his abs down to his crotch.

That massive cock of his was throbbing up and down as if beckoning her, teasing her to taste it, even just a little bit, and although Sasha was tempted, very tempted in fact, she resisted. After all, she had a better idea. She wanted to leave her client with blue balls.  She wanted to drive this man so insane that he would be wishing for it. So she moved her lips close to his testicles and sniffed audibly.

“Oh, yeah baby,” Brad said. “Do me.”

“Mmmm...” Sasha hummed, then she blew on his balls  gently. Sasha’s lips came so close to his long schlong that his mushroom head almost touched her lips.  Tempting, but she wasn’t going to go there. She needed to make this event last a little longer, especially if Sasha was going to get paid $200 for it.

Sasha gripped Brad’s side and turned him over onto his stomach. Getting up and going to the bathroom quickly, she came back with a hand towel. Sasha laid the towel across Brad’s ass so that they were completely covered. She planned to tease Brad under the towel before really pleasing him.

Brad was panting from anticipation.  He was so excited and Sasha had to admit, it was such a turn on. She took the baby oil in her hand, and she poured it out onto Brad’s back. Brad arched under the cold oil, but settled back down as Sasha started rubbing it in. Sasha started with the left shoulder, then moved to the right, kneading as she went. Brad moaned in delight. Tension slipped out of his shoulders under Sasha’s grip. She did this some more, going all the way down Brad’s back, twisting her fingers and palms different ways to cause different sensations. Brad enjoyed it the most when Sasha ran her fingernails across his back. The sensation caused the little hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight up.

Now it was time to play with his ass. Sasha had been sitting on the side of Brad so that their bodies weren’t touching. Now she climbed behind Brad and sat on the top of Brad’s thighs and started massaging right under his rump. Brad moaned even louder and stained the sheets with pre-cum. Sliding her hands under the towel caused Brad to tighten his cheeks. He was gasping in excitement.

Sasha suddenly stopped, and that caused Brad to look back in confusion. Grinning down at her client, she explained, “I like to use a special oil for certain areas.” She reached across Brad and dug in her night stand drawer a little more. Sh came out with a bottle of Lightning Sensations massage oil.  It gave the recipient a cooling and tingling feeling on top of the smooth texture of regular oil. Sasha had picked up a few special things with Tony’s money.

Sasha poured the oil slowly down Brad’s crack. Brad tried to jump up from the sharp sensation, but Sasha planted her legs and firmly held him down. “For that,” Sasha admonished, I’m going to have to do this.” Sasha gave Brad a sharp slap on the ass. His cheek flinched up, but from his moan, Sasha knew he loved it. “Another one,” Sasha said, as she slapped the other cheek with her open palm. She went back and forth until Brad’s ass had gone from pale to scarlet. The feeling was clearly getting Brad off. Sasha massaged the cheeks she had slapped.

Brad was trying to turn over, as he wanted the same treatment on his front side, so Sasha let him. She relished the power she had over this man. She could tell him to do anything, and she was sure Brad would do it.

Gripping his dick, she let the long string of oil pour and drip all over Brad’s cock and balls. Brad convulsed at the sensation.  A smirk spread across Sasha’s face.  Her hand slid from the base of Brad’s balls up the stem of his cock and gripped it, her thumb gliding and sliding around the head.

“Oh, yeah,” Brad said.

Sasha gripped his cock tighter, then let her hand slide up and down it. God, it was long; up and down, up and down, at first slowly and firmly, but then tighter and quicker, so tight, so quick that Brad arched his back.

“Oh, fuck...oh, fuck!!”  Brad said. Sasha stopped suddenly to keep Brad from cumming too quickly.

“Brad, how do you feel about toys?” Brad’s eyes were glazed over and he could only moan his ascent. Sasha leaned across him again and pulled binding tape and a butt plug out of the drawer.  It was big and stout, with a wide base that tapered down to this tip. Sasha stepped off the bed so that she could bind Brad’s hands to the headboard before he could see the plug. Brad laid there while he was tied up, content to be pleased any way Sasha chose. When Brad saw the plug, his eyes went wide with alarm. It was clear he wasn’t convinced it would fit.

Sasha didn’t let him disagree, though. She held the tip up to Brad’s lips and told him, “Suck the whole thing. That’s right, lather it up. The more you do, the less it’ll hurt.” Brad licked fervently, as he was afraid of getting hurt.

Sasha took it away and moved back down to his ass. She bent Brad’s legs and held them up in the air. “Now, keep your legs like that,” she instructed. Brad did as he was told. His cheeks were clenched tightly. Sasha had to massage his hole before Brad would loosen up enough to allow the plug to pass. Finally, Sasha got the toy past his sphincter and plunged it in deeper. Brad’s legs and torso twisted, threatening to rip the plug out of Sasha’s hands. Sasha had to tower over Brad and hold him down by his hips to keep him from moving. Brad moaned and writhed with pleasure. His eyes rolled back and he begged Sasha to thrust harder.

Sasha pushed the plug in and out, harder, faster...harder, faster! She took a hold of Brad’s shaft and started to jerk it to the same rhythm until finally...

Brad shot, Sasha swore to God, all the way up to the ceiling, landing all over his belly and dripping down Sasha’s hand like a melted ice cream cone.

Brad let out a groan so loud it vibrated within the entire room, but it was so fucking hot. It took awhile for Brad to catch his breath.  Sasha was turned on by the experience.  She had to keep herself from breaking her own rules and doing more than just the massage. She wiped her hand on the towel and watched Brad’s stomach and lungs rise and fall.

“You all right?”  Sasha asked, as she saw Brad slowly loosen his grip on the sheets.

“Yeah, I...yeah...damn.” Brad responded.

Sasha smiled. She pulled out the plug and went to clean it off. Just like that, Brad got up, grabbed the towel from Sasha and wiped himself. He put his pants on, didn’t even worry about his underwear, and put his shirt on too.

“That was great, lady,” he said, reaching into his pocket, “Two hundred, right?”

“Yeah,” Sasha said, still feeling a little funny asking for it.

Brad handed him a wad of cash that Sasha thumbed through.  It was easily at least $300. “A little extra,” Brad explained, patting the door frame on the way out.  Sasha followed him.

“Thanks, man,” Sasha said, putting it in her pocket, acting like it was no big deal when she was jumping up and down inside.  She could hear the gentle beep of her laptop, and knew it was more private messages from potential clients.

“You’re way fucking better than my wife,” Brad said, putting his hand on the door knob. The thought kind of turned Sasha’s stomach.  It’s one thing to do single guys , but if they were married...it just seemed so wrong. Why weren’t they just honest with their wives? She decided to imagine that they were honest with their wives and that it was an understanding: that was the only way she’d be able to get through it without feeling badly.

“See ya, babe,” Brad said, starting to leave. “Hey, you free next Wednesday about this time? I drop my kid off at peewee practice, then I’m free for the rest of the afternoon.”

Sasha balked, but Brad had just turned his head so he didn’t notice. “Um...yeah, I think. Let me check,” Sasha stuttered. Brad was one of the kid’s dads! Maybe not a kid from her class, but definitely a kid from her school.

“Good, let me know, okay? I had fun.” Brad answered.

              Sasha waited until she heard him walk down the steps, then jumped up and did a little happy dance. “Yes!” she said.

CHAPTER 11

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ometimes Sasha’s students said the funniest things. Often times, she found herself rolling on the floor laughing so hard, she thought she’d split her sides. But other times, they’d say the most profound things. Out of the mouth of babes, after all... Sasha watched the kids during play time. Some were building with blocks, others were running around in circles playing tag, some were drawing.

She wondered about their futures.  Many of them had a lot going against them: growing up in this neighborhood in an arguably sub-par school, and she shuddered to think they’d ever have to make a decision like she had just made the day before.

Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good, she thought to herself:  at least that’s how she justified it. What did this mean?  That she was accepting money, good money at that, for giving nude erotic massages?  Did that make her a whore? She thought about Brad again, and prayed to God that she wouldn’t run into him here. No one here needed to know about her secret. She’d do anything to keep it private.

It was true that before the last few nights, Sasha couldn’t even remember the last time she was with a guy and it was hot.   In fact, both of these guys were very hot, but afterward, she felt empty inside. It felt transactional. These guys didn’t even know her real name: Brad didn’t even ask or even care for that matter.  They didn’t know the first thing about her and didn't really care. They just wanted to get off.

And she was left with money, good money at that, and money she could use to not only pay her rent, but to keep the kindergarten department open as long as possible, when all was said and done. But she was also left with nothing but the sound of the ticking clock on the wall and the stale scent of sex filling the bedroom.

Sex was great:  she loved it, but she just wished she had someone to go home to other than some gross, nasty roommate who had as much charm as cardboard. Someone with whom she could talk about her day, her fears, her hopes; someone who would accept her for her and make her laugh; someone with whom she could build a family. Sure, teaching kids was great, but she wanted kids of her own. She just wanted to be with someone who was comfortable enough in his own skin that he wouldn’t mind holding her hand in public and would know what to say at just the right time.

She sighed. No sense dreaming.  Less of a chance of getting hurt that way. Besides, class was almost over, and she had a lot of paperwork to do before she went home.

“You look stressed,” a voice said behind her.  Sasha shot up, startled, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw Johnny’s father, Chip, in front of her.

“Oh, no... I was just thinking...” she answered.

“Daddy!” Johnny said, running up to him.  His dad kissed him and hugged him and then said, “Why don’t you go play with your friends for a few minutes more? I've got grown-up talk to do.”

Johnny sighed, “Well, okay...” And with that, he ran off. Sasha smiled. His father had such control over his son without being demeaning or cruel. It was nice to see.

“You know, you didn’t call me,” he said, turning his attention to Sasha.

“Call you? Was I supposed to?” Sasha racked her mind. She was pretty good at following through with what she said she was going to do.

“Yeah, you said you’d call me when you were free and we could have coffee.”

Sasha smiled, “Oh, I’ve been...busy.”

“Too busy for coffee?” he said, winking at her.

“I’m sorry,” Sasha apologized.

“Well, don’t worry. You’ll make it up to me one way or another. Tell you what. I’m going to drop Johnny off for his piano lesson in a bit.  What do you say if I swing by and pick you up afterward?”

“Oh... I...” Sasha had run out of excuses, and she didn’t even know why. She guessed maybe she didn’t feel worthy, especially after the night’s activities.

“Good. That’ll give you enough time to finish up your work,” he said authoritatively, not taking no for an answer, “Come on, son. Let’s go.”

Johnny ran over to him and held his daddy’s hand obediently. Sasha liked his confidence and the smooth, macho way he walked, and that backside of his was mesmerizing. She tried not to be too obvious in front of the kids, but it was difficult.

CHAPTER 12

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asha was nervous:  she had to admit that to herself. She hadn’t been on a date or coffee or whatever this was in so long, that she didn’t even know how to behave. She would have chugged down her coffee to calm her nerves, but it was so steaming hot, she would have burned her throat. The cafe that Chip suggested was very nice.  It had couches strewn around in groups and single tables that were made for one or two patrons. Sasha liked the soft music and dim lights, as it gave the place a calming ambiance.