My name is Lance Knight, that’s right, as in Sir Lancelot. As you can see, my parents had a sense of humour when they named me after the Arthurian hero and while I would not claim to be as noble as my illustrious predecessor, I try to live by my own chivalric code. I’m a private detective and I’d been hired by a husband, Glen, to locate his errant wife, Amanda. Glen claimed that Amanda was sexually repressed, though she had a fantasy about being a prostitute. Glen reckoned that Amanda behaved like a nun, but deep down she wanted to be a whore. Consequently, he thought she’d be on the street, hooking, and with the aid of a photograph I found her easily enough. The trick now was to get her home.
I cruised up to Amanda in my car and wound down the window. ‘Can I give you a lift?’ I asked.
She hesitated, then stepped inside. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and red fishnets. Her legs were good, her body curvaceous, belying her thirty-eight years. Her face, attractive, though lined with tension, told me that she was uncomfortable with her street life surroundings, and maybe with the general direction of her life.
Amanda sat beside me and I placed a hand on her thigh. ‘How much?’ I asked.
‘Twenty?’ she ventured and I nodded. She’d be worth that, and more.
‘Does your underwear match your fishnets?’ I grinned, my eyes admiring her shapely legs.
Slowly, with nervous fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a red, lacy bra. The bra gave her breasts a lift, producing a generous valley.
‘And below?’ I asked.
Amanda inched her skirt up to her hips to reveal red, lacy knickers. Her luxurious bush was just visible behind her knickers and I allowed my hand to move up, caressing her upper thigh.
‘Where do you want to do it?’ I asked, my voice a little thicker and huskier than it had been.
She hesitated. ‘Where do you suggest?’
‘I know a motel.’
She nodded and we set off for the motel. I’d booked a room in advance; it was all part of the plan.
In the room I removed my trench coat. Then I walked up to Amanda and placed my hands on her arse. I pulled her close and kissed her. I put a hand in her knickers. She was wet, but her kisses were dry. I pulled away.
‘You’re no hooker, are you?’ I said.
She shook her head, slowly.
‘I’m a private detective. Your husband hired me to find you.’ I picked up my trench coat and slipped into it. ‘Come on, let’s quit this farce and get you back home.’
Again, she hesitated, her fingers toying with the buttons on her blouse. ‘Don’t you want me?’ she asked.
I nodded. ‘You’re a very attractive woman. Sure, I want you. But that wasn’t part of the deal. Maybe next time, eh?’
Next day, Amanda was in my office. She looked bashful as she said, ‘Thank you for yesterday.’
‘For what?’ I frowned.
‘For not taking advantage of me.’
I shrugged, ‘I was hired to do a job. And yesterday that job involved you.’
She looked thoughtful, pursing her lips, inclining her head to her right. Then she said slowly, ‘You must know a lot of prostitutes.’
I laughed. ‘I know one or two.’
‘Can you introduce me to one; I would like to see her make love.’
Amanda faltered. She glanced at the historical prints on my office wall, at my desk, at my filing cabinets, anywhere to avoid eye contact. ‘Let’s just say I need to do something for myself. I’m thirty-eight, but I’m still not a woman; do you understand?’
I didn’t understand, but instead of saying that I said, ‘I’ll see what I can do.’
I got in touch with Tanya, a casual acquaintance. Tanya fancied me and I knew she’d do me a favour. She knew someone who liked an audience so we made the arrangements and met at her place. In Tanya’s bedroom in the semi-darkness Amanda took a seat and feeling uncomfortable I sat beside her.
Tanya was good-looking with decent-sized breasts, a round arse and a sassy walk. She walked up to her client and pushed him on to her bed. Then she stripped, nice and slow, revealing herself to her audience. She was naked, apart from a thong, when she walked over to her client, whom we’ll call John, unzipped his trousers and freed his cock. He was hard by now and Tanya soon produced the head as she worked him with her fingers and mouth. John groaned as Tanya sucked him off and I noticed that Amanda was watching them, on the edge of her seat.
Tanya slipped John’s cock between her ample breasts and massaged it for a while. To judge from John’s blissed-out expression and groans it was a delicious sensation; beside me, Amanda started to whimper. Then Tanya removed her thong to reveal her shaved pubis. She fingered herself, to get herself wet, before slipping a condom over John’s cock. His cock was throbbing by now and, I have to admit, I was getting hard too.
Tanya turned her back on John, took hold of his cock, and guided it into her wet hole. From our position, Amanda and I got a good view of Tanya’s arse as she moved up and down on John, writhing from time to time. John left the movements to Tanya; he just sat back and took the ride. Then she reversed her position and faced John. She offered him her nipples and he sucked them while she fucked him with more skilful swings of her hips. Of course, the condom inhibited John’s pleasure, but Tanya was good and soon he was on the brink of orgasm. Sensing this, Tanya dismounted. She pulled the condom off and took John in her mouth again. He was ready now. Meanwhile, I glanced over to Amanda and noticed that her skin was glowing. Then Amanda gasped as John groaned. He put his hands on Tanya’s head and, holding it in position, he pumped his come into her mouth. She devoured it without hesitation, licking her lips, savouring the last drop. As John slumped back on the bed I glanced at Amanda. She was sitting back in her chair, her eyes closed, her legs open, her hand inside her blouse. She wanted it, that was obvious to see, and even though I’d been hired to find her and strictly she was business not pleasure, I wanted her.
Outside, in the street, Amanda said, ‘Do you remember the motel?’ She paused and took hold of my arm. ‘Do you think you could book the same room?’
‘Sure,’ I said and, later that day, I made the arrangements.
I was sitting in a chair, in the bedroom at the motel. I placed my hands behind my head while Amanda stood in the middle of the room. She looked at me, licked her lips, hesitated, then said, ‘Do you still want me?’
I eyed her curves, her attractive face, her expectant look. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘I still want you.’
‘Then take me,’ she said.
I pursed my lips. ‘You sure?’
She nodded. ‘I’m sure.’
‘And what about your husband?’
Amanda laughed, a dry laugh without any humour. ‘What about him?’
‘He hired me. I can’t just take his money and then screw his wife.’
Her cheeks coloured, glowing bright red. She looked at me with daggers in her eyes. ‘Is that how you see me, as an easy screw?’
I sighed, ‘I see you as a very beautiful woman whom I’m sexually attracted to. But that doesn’t hide the fact that your husband hired me and if I did make love to you we’d both be betraying him.’
Amanda wandered around the room. The motel room was small, containing not much more than a bed, yet still she looked lost. After shaking her head and gathering her thoughts, she said, ‘My husband doesn’t love me. He just sees me as a trophy wife. I’m just a decoration to impress his business associates. He doesn’t care about me, or my feelings, or my needs.’ Her eyes met mine when she said ‘needs’ and we held our gaze when she continued, ‘It’s over between us; we’re not betraying him.’
I stood and joined Amanda in the middle of the room. I put my arms around her waist and let my fingers wander over her butt. She made no protest. I kissed her. She responded with some tongue. I cupped the cheeks of her arse tight and she moaned.
I gave her arse a gentle slap and she put her arms around my neck and groaned. After another slap I was tender with my caresses and she responded by rubbing her breasts against my chest while I fingered her pubis through her slacks. My fingers were doing their work when she grabbed my crotch. I was hard and she noticed.
‘I’d love to see your hard penis,’ she whispered. ‘I’d love to feel it inside me.’
We kissed with passion, then I took hold of her hand and ushered her to the bed.
‘Take your top off,’ I said. ‘Lie down, face down.’
She did as instructed and I sat astride her butt. I massaged her shoulders and she sighed, ‘Mmm, that feels good.’ Then I unclipped her bra.
‘Roll over,’ I said.
Amanda rolled over on to her back and I pulled her bra from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Her breasts had lost some of the firmness of youth, but they were still beautiful and a handful. I cupped one, then the other, sucking her nipples into long points. She gasped when I sucked on her nipples. She held my head in place as I nibbled her points, her sighs suggesting that she wanted it, bad.
My tongue licked her down to her waistband. I unclipped her slacks and unzipped them. She raised her hips and soon her legs and panties were exposed. She was wearing red, silky panties and I kissed her through the silk.
‘Oh God,’ she groaned as my tongue found her button. I pulled her panties down over her hips then I kissed her around her pubis before licking her thighs, her clit and her open lower lips. She was writhing now, holding my head in place as my tongue tasted the juices of her pleasure hole. I was very hard by this point, so I paused to remove my clothes. I offered my cock to her and I was pleasantly surprised when she guided it between her lips and sucked me. With her eyes closed she licked my purple head while her fingers massaged my shaft. Occasionally I went in deep and when I did I felt her tongue on my balls.
I eased her head from my cock, held it steady, then kissed her on her lips. Her legs were wide open now, so I eased myself between her thighs. The head of my cock opened her lower lips, she raised her hips to meet my thrust and we both groaned as I plunged into her wetness.
Despite her thirty-eight years, Amanda was virgin tight. I enjoyed her tightness around my girth as I gave her my full length in easy, regular strokes. However, she was frantic in her gyrations – she really needed it – and we couldn’t find a mutual rhythm. So I cupped her arse to control her movements and contented myself with shorter lengths. We were getting used to each other, so we kept it missionary. With my hands on her arse and her arms hooked around my back and shoulders we were pleasing each other and our moans increased.
‘Fuck!’ I said.
‘Oh God,’ she groaned.
I kissed her lips, then my lips teased her earlobes. This was her spot because she was sighing now and shuddering with each sigh. I felt my desire increase so I fucked her fast, but I didn’t come, instead I held it back to increase my pleasure.
‘Oh yes!’ she sighed ‘Oh yes!’ when my pubic bone ground against her clitoris. She raised her hips and offered her clit to my pubic bone. I obliged with some circular hip movements and her arms tightened around my shoulders.
‘Mmm,’ she sighed as I kneaded her behind with my fingers. Then, ‘Oh yes!’ as I took a nipple between my teeth. I nibbled her nipple and she whimpered, her back arching, her eyes flickering with ecstasy.
‘Oh, oh, oh,’ she gasped as I gave her a few slow, long lengths. Then, as I concentrated my purple head on her vaginal entrance, ‘Oh my God, that’s so good. What are you doing to me?’
I kissed her and she responded with a lot of tongue and a lot of passion. Her hands were everywhere now, clawing at me.
Then she moaned, a deep, sensual, erotic sound. Her eyes flicked open and she breathed huskily, ‘You’re making me tremble. Please make me come.’ She arched her back and her moans became louder. Between these sensual moans she repeated over and over, ‘Please make me come…’
I grunted. In truth, I was trembling too; I was on the point of release. But ladies first. I held myself back until I sensed that she was coming. And when her moment arrived it came with great intensity. She tensed, gripped me and cried out in ecstasy, her orgasm producing an incoherent stream of words while her ejaculation flooded her chamber.
‘Fuck,’ I muttered, my cock pulsing as it slipped in and out of her wetness.
‘Oh God,’ she groaned into my ear, her legs and arms locked around me, holding me as though afraid to let go.
‘Fuck,’ I muttered again, aware that I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
‘Oh God,’ she cried, ‘I’m coming…’
Somehow, I held on to allow her to ride the waves; while scratching and clawing my back she cried out, then she shuddered and sobbed as her second orgasm washed over her. With our sweat running together her hips writhed frantically, circling my cock. No doubt she was looking for a third orgasm, but her tight, wet vagina and relentless passion took me to my limit; I grunted, bucked and shot my load. As usual, I came in three long spurts and she took each spurt with a sigh of pleasure.
Later, as we lay on the bed, she circled her fingers over my chest and kissed me, ‘You’re so good,’ she smiled. ‘That was so good. I never knew it could be that good.’
I kissed her and held her close. We snuggled together and I mused, that’s the first time she’s come; that’s the first time the lady has experienced an orgasm. Then I kissed her again and thought, what a privilege to offer her that gift, what an honour.
Story Copyright © 2014 M.J. Stewart. All rights reserved.