Man For Hire

CHAPTER 1 - KAYLA SHAWN

Kayla walked into the basement where she squats with her friend Kechi. She has her hands in her head, wondering when she would finally leave this stench.

“If I don't do something real quick, my fake life would be figured out." She thought to herself.

As though lightning hit her, she remembers she had collected the business card of one of the prominent men in Ashten.

She throws on her earth toned gown, and rushed out again.

In no time, she arrived at his apartment. He had been on her list for the longest, but she had just forgotten about him.

bringgggg

Her phone rang for the fifth time today. She had a misunderstanding with Cole, and she knew he was calling to resolve it. But her priority now was to get to Mr Smith.

She put her hands in her cleavage, adjusting it, to ensure Mr Smith does not look twice to get it.

"I want to see Mr Smith," she tells his housekeeper who asked her to wait while she go fetch him.

"Hello, " Mr Smith said from a distance as though he could not remember where he met her.

"You seem to have forgotten me, Mister" She joked seductively, shaking her cleavage with every move she made.

The tone of her voice rang a bell in his head... "Oh, Kelly, right? Or is it Kayla?"

"Yes, it's Kayla"

"Please come have a seat," he motioned to the white luxurious sofa. "Please get us something to drink." He instructed his house keeper Sandra as she stood to take orders.

"So... you said your wife would be away, the last time we met. Is she back now? Or have you gotten someone else to give you what you would need?" Kayla was straight to the point.

"Easy there woman..., these sort of conversations should be taken slowly."

Sandra was back with the wine, and she immediately took her leave.

"Okay okay... How has your company been? I hear it's rising to the top." Kayla took a sip from her wine, and moved to sit close to him.

"It has been a fair ride, although, not as easy as it looks." He replied.

"It's not telling on you, you look a little above thirty, how have you been able to secure that much wealth" Kayla ran her hands across his face as he responded to her.

She slowly dropped her wine, and crossed her legs over his thigh.

She was interested in his story, but more interested in seeing his crotch bulge from his grey house knicker.

She moved her legs slowly across his thighs.

Mr Smith adjusted his sitting position to give her room to access him, and he continued talking of his company as though nothing was going on.

"What about you, what do you do?" He muttered slowly as hormones were starting to kick in.

Kayla rubbed him gently with her heels "I make people happy for a living" She couldn't remember what she had told him at the event where they met, so she turned the situation around.

Mr Smith was already moaning softly. Her heels were doing a fantastic job, teasing him, but not hard enough to make him c*m.

"I would like to start something else, a luxury boutique. Would you be interested in finding that?"

Kayla moved to using her toes to tease him. Mr Smith could not take it any longer. He wanted to get stroked by her magic hands.

He moved his hands to bring out his fairly hardened c*ck.

Kayla stopped him abruptly. "Take it easy Smithie, let's take it slow" she whispered.

"Yes, what else do you need?"

"Just money," she said.

Kayla slowly take her legs off him, whilst she wait for him to wire her the money.

ding-ding

The sound of an alert immediately gave Kayla a dopamine rush, and now she was ready to give him the same.

"Let's go somewhere more private" She pulled him up, and he led her to his master bedroom.

It was like nothing she had seen before. The bed was high, and made her wet even before she got to it.

Mr Smith grabbed her firmly, kissing her neckline.

Kayla moaned loudly, as she knew men love to feel in control.

She slowly took off her almost transparent mini gown with her hand whilst she moaned continuously at his touch.

She pushed him to the bed.

His d**k was erect, long, and waiting to be satisfied.

Kayla walked across the room, to her bag.

She had a secret item for torturing men to pleasure.

Her mint gel.

She moved to the bed, placing a wet kiss on his lips.

Her hands stimulated his d**k. They are firm, and erect waiting to be taken in. .She moved in circular motion, teasing him.

She was beginning to get her hormones kick in.

She moved her medium sized plum breasts to him mouth, and he sucked vigorously, making her moan. She began to touch her c******s. She increased the pace with the increase in vigor with which he sucked her.

She wasn't ready to get to her climax yet. She had to see him beg for pleasure.

ahhh... mmmm... aaaahh

Mr Smith moaned. His hands went down his crotch.

He could not take her teasing anymore.

"please... I want to cum... ahhh" he moaned continuously at her touch.

"I am here to do that job" Kayla removed his socks, and tied his both hands above his head.

She took out a pea sized portion of her Mint gel and rubbed it all over his length.

uhhhhh....uhhhh...Kayla...

He let out a loud moan as the mint began to sip through his white d**k.

"mmm...mmm" he moaned. "Make me cum... please, please"

Kayla began to stroke, slowly pacing up and down his length.

just when she figured he was about to climax, she paused.

She rubbed his constricted testes with her pinkie finger.

She enjoyed watching him quiver for more. He enjoyed it too.

He moved his hips across the bed, motioning her to get it over with.

Bringgggg...

Her phone rang, she knew it was Cole, and she wasn't going to take the call.

She enjoyed the look on Mr Smith's face as he wondered if she was going to leave him hanging to go take the call.

She proceeded to rub more gel on him, and he quiverred in pleasure. She kissed his n*****s, sucking on them while her hands did the job with his firmly erect d**k.

ohhhh... ahhh...mmmm

Mr Smith couldn't take it anymore. He moaned loudly. It was too good to keep quiet.

Kayla stroked harder, rubbing him with all the strength she had.

He let out a loud moan, followed by an orga*m

Kayla could feel heat between her thighs, she needed to c*m.

"Touch me," she instructed, and loosened his hands from the knot.

Mr Smith slid his hands into her incredibly wet c**t, he moved slowly, still unstable from all the pleasure he just got.

He rubbed her wet c**t with the little strength he had left.

Kayla moaned softly. Her head extended backwards as she waited for the perfect stoke from his hand to make her c*m.

knock-knock-knock

A loud rapping is heard on the door.

Who's there?

Mr Smith got up hurriedly, pointing to the bathroom.

Kayla picked up her clothes and rushed in.

Who was it? She wondered.