Tara's Catering Service

Servicing...Mr. Dallas?

Earlier that week, Tara decided to use the guestroom instead of her bedroom. This allowed her to create a way of separating business from pleasure. Tonight, she would be welcoming her first client. Tara stood nervously in front of the full-length mirror in her guestroom, examining herself in her new outfit. The tiny black and white French maid costume sent over for tonight’s entertainment left nothing to the imagination. It had been delivered earlier that day by a courier, along with a note of instructions. To say the outfit was tiny was the understatement of the decade; it barely reached her upper thigh. As instructed, she wore no panties, leaving her exposed for his viewing pleasure. The sleeveless top was low cut; leaving half of her breast exposed. To complete the outfit, she wore the five-inch cherry-red platform heels that came along with the package and the tiny white headpiece. The only thing missing at this point was the broom and duster. It was a good thing he was paying for this, thought Tara. Otherwise, she would have sent him and his outfit straight to hell.

As they had agreed upon during negotiations, Ryan had sent over the necessary information about tonight’s client and what he wanted. Tonight, was a test, if she managed to make it through the night without changing her mind, then others would follow. Even then, there would be a set limit, not only on how many clients she would cater too but what she would serve. The more complex the order, the higher the price. If an order seemed too big to fill, she had the right to refuse service.

At 8 p.m. precisely, the doorbell rang.

Tara reached for her robe, wrapped it around her securely, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and counted to ten before exhaling. She then turned and walked calmly to the front door. Tara opened the door on the second ring as agreed upon earlier.

She was nervous, and she could only hope that her client wouldn’t notice. It's one thing going on a date with someone she knew, but welcoming a strange man into her home for paid s*x was nerve-wracking. Even she could admit that. Yet, she was also curious about what lied ahead for the night.

“Mr. Dallas?” She inquired staring at the extremely well-dressed man standing in front of her door. He was not handsome in the traditional way but distinguish looking, not at all what she expected from Ryan’s earlier description.

“Yes, I believe we have an appointment,” he said he added, outstretching his right hand towards, “My card.”

Another condition, each client would come with a business card, more precisely one of Ryan’s card.

“Thank you,” taking the card out of his hand moving aside to let him enter “Please come in.”

“Thank you,” he said walking past her calmly but not before giving her a quick look up and down

Tara door closed the door before joining him in the living room.

“What shall I call you?” he asked.

‘Whatever you like” she offered innocently.

Of course, Mr. Dallas thought. What else did he expect, this wasn’t a date, he was paying for her service. For the next couple of hours, she would respond to any name he called her. When Ryan had suggested a new girl, he wasn’t so sure about it. He was used to his regular girl; she knew everything about him. Training a new girl, he wasn’t sure he was up to it. However, looking at the girl standing in front of him, well, maybe the change would do him good. He needed to call her something...Blue...no. He thought about a few other names, but none suited her. She was beautiful. She was slender. Hell, she even looked innocent. “Miranda” smiling “Tonight, you’re Miranda.”

“Miranda, at your service,” She said, reminding herself to think about the money and the stack of past-due bills on the nightstand, that needed to be pay ASAP. “I do hope you find everything to your specification” she added, removing the robe wrapped around her and tossed it aside.

Mr. Dallas smiled, obviously pleased with the way she looked in his outfit.

“Perfect." He whispered with a smirk, “I don’t think I’ll make it to the dessert.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to." she teased.  "I promise it’s the best part of the night.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He replied, closing the space between them. Reaching out, cupping her breast, squeezing gently before freeing them from behind the fabric. “Very nice,” he whispered pinching a n****e of an exposed breast “very nice.”

“Thank you” stepping out of his reach,” but first there is the matter of...” She had made a deal with Ryan. The client would bring her fee, and he could collect his percentage from the client. She had been straight; payment was first, no free sample.

Reaching into his coat pocket, Mr. Dallas took out a white envelope and handed it to her “Of course my dear, it is all there.”

“Please, have a seat,” said Tara motioning to the sofa “or if you prefer, we can move to the bedroom.”

Mr. Dallas remained silent for a few seconds before moving his head from side to side “not yet. I have a couple of requests before dessert.”

“As you wish, please make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” With that, she left him alone and went into the bedroom. After sending a  quick text to Ryan alerting him that she had company.  Tara took glanced into the envelope to make sure it contained the exact amount she and Ryan had agreed upon earlier that week. It was all there, with a little extra.

Tara returned to the living room a few minutes later, ready for the night. Mr. Dallas was sitting in the armchair looking extremely comfortable “I hope you found everything as agreed upon”

“I did. Thank you for your generosity.” He knew she was talking about the extra cash, so he simply nodded in understanding. “I’m at your service.”

"Stand there,” he commanded, pointing to the spot in front of him.

Tara did as she was told slowly walking over to where he sat and stopped on the spot where he pointed. Their eyes met, and the hunger she saw in his eyes sent a rush of liquid to the center of her legs.  she was wet, and she  knew he could see the moisture slowly seeping down her inner thigh

“Turn around slowly.” He ordered.

“Like this?” Tara asked turning as instructed

“Yes,” smiling “bend over and touch your toes. I want to see that pussy.”

Again Tara did as instructed, bending slowly at the waist reach down with her hand

extended until she touched her toes. Mr. Dallas smiled, the position left her rear completely exposed and give him a perfect view of her swollen wet p***y and the moisture oozing down her legs.

“Very nice” he complimented as he slid a finger from her p***y to her ass and then back again. “You’re soaked.” He said as he inserted a finger deep inside her throbbing p***y. 

As her body spontaneously responded to Mr.Dalla's touch and began to move, he smacked her ass. "Not yet," he told her removing his finger from within her pulsating p***y. “Get up and turn around,” he instructed, "I want to see you."

He paid, Tara reminded herself fighting the electrifying sensation rushing through her body as she did what he was instructed her to do, wondering how long he intended to play this game with her. Not realizing, they had just started.

“You must learn to follow instruction,” he scolded her.  “This is for my pleasure, not yours. If you can prove to me that you can follow instructions. Then, I promise your pleasure will come later. Understood?” He asked sternly.

“Yes.”

“No,” he corrected her “It's, Mr. Dallas.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dallas." Think about the money, she reminded herself for the hundred times as the words came out of her mouth.

“Good.Now you may undress me,” he said smiling as if he was doing her a favor. 

 “As you wish Mr. Dallas. Where shall I start?” he lifted his left foot slightly in the air. Tara nodded, kneel in front of him, and carefully removed one foot of shoe at a time, followed by designer socks to reveal perfectly pedicured feet. He took good care of himself she thought, which said something good about the man, who sat watching her quietly as she folded his socks in two and laid them atop his shoes. He lifted his arms out to his side; his shirt was next. She stood up, lean down, bending at the waist as she undid each button, pulling the shirttail out of his pants before undoing each cuff. He leaned forward capturing one breast in his mouth. Then, sinking his teeth down forcefully on the erect n****e.

Tara felt her body lit up, her legs felt weak ready to give out. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body to savor the feeling of the hot liquid as it ran down her inner thighs. He must have sensed her reaction because he stopped and looked up at her smiling triumphantly. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and proceeded with the task of carefully removing his shirt. Damn, she thought, once his shirt was safely in her hands. What was under the shirt left her breathless, not to mention weak. Mr. Dallas was solid. She wanted to reach out and touch him, trace every line of his smooth, chiseled chest, flat stomach.

“Control... I like that” he told her sensing her need “not yet.”

“Yes, Mr. Dallas.”

“Fold the shirt in two and lay it over the sofa arm.”

The sofa was only a few steps away from her but with her legs about to double under her, it may as well have been in the next room. Each step was like walking off a cliff ready to let go and knowing that she had to wait, the feeling was exquisite, and she loved it. Tara place his shirt on the sofa arm as instructed and waited for his next command. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Good, now come back here and get my shoes and put them at the foot of the sofa." Again, she did as instructed.

“Good, it’s almost over, now come over here get down.” He motioned to the spot in front of him. “Get on your hands and knees.  I want to see you...No, Miranda.” He corrected her when she was about to face him, “it’s not your face I want to see.”

Tara turned around and assumed the position. Still, on her hands and knees, she could feel his hot gaze on her. In sweet anticipation, her hips jerked forward wanting nothing more than for him to devour her burning p***y with his finger, mouth, c**k, or whatever as long as he f****d her and hard, gave her some release from the mounting pressure treating to explode within her.

Damn, thought Mr. Dallas. She was so ready to be filled had been for some time now, her body was begging him to f**k her. Ryan was right, tonight was going to very special, and he had mention control earlier to her, now looking at her ripe p***y, glowing with her juice. All he wanted to do was drop to his knees behind her bury his c**k deep in her p***y knowing that neither he nor she would make it beyond the first stroke.

Control yourself, he reminded himself, taking a deep breath. “Turn around, look at me,” Tara did as instructed. Their eyes met, he must have seen the hunger in her eyes because his lips formed a well-satisfied smile, “you want me to f**k you now?”

“Yes,” Tara whispered barely audible.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr. Dallas, I want you to f**k me.”

“Soon, my pants, you have to take them off.”

“Yes, Mr. Dallas.” It took all her strength and will power not to pull his pants down his legs and throw them across the room. Pants in hand, he motioned to the sofa, Tara walked over to the couch and laid his pants next to the shirt, turned and looked at him. He summoned her back to his side with the motion of his index finger. He sat back with his legs open. His c**k already hard, standing erect between his legs, waiting, she felt on edge, the ache between my legs screaming to be quench. She wanted him to f**k her hard and fast; she was ready. Still, she knew she would have to wait until he was ready, as he had reminded her earlier, this was for his pleasure, not hers. Tara wet her lips in anticipation; she wanted to taste him.

“A little appetizer,” he said motioning to his hard c**k “come over here and fill that beautiful mouth of yours with my c**k. I’m going to f**k it” smiling devilishly “you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Dallas” she whispered kneeling down in front of him, her head in his lap, wrapping her fingers around his c**k she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took all of him inside her warm, moist hole, all the way back. She could feel his c**k down her throat, he was huge. Little appetizer, she thought with each movement of her head. There was nothing, and she about him, he was huge, her mouth would feel him for days to come, and again her hips jerked forward in sweet anticipation of what was to come when he was buried deep inside her. Tara could feel his hand entwined in her hair, pushing her down, controlling her every movement.

“Yes, suck that c**k baby, suck it hard.”

Tara did, just as she was told by Mr. Dallas, the hand wrapped around his c**k, moving up and down his c**k in perfect rhythm. "Enough.”

‘I’m not...” she snapped, hungry for more.

“It’s time to move this to the bedroom.”

“We don’t have to go to the bedroom, I’m ready, and you can f**k me here and now.”

“I’m paying for the full experience.”

It was a subtle reminder of who was in charge “of course Mr. Dallas, as you wish, the bedroom is this way.

“Shall I undress?” she asked once they were inside the bedroom.

He smiled, “No, maybe later. Right now, I plan to f**k you just like that,” replied Mr. Dallas.  “On your back, open wide. It's my turn. I want to taste you, see if you taste as good as you look. Spread them wide.”

He watched her climb onto the bed and positioned herself on her back, legs spread wide apart. She was beautiful, everything about her was stunning, her face, mouth, perfectly rounded breast, those long slender legs that would soon be wrapped around him, and still even more beautiful was her smooth swollen p***y, from where he stood he could see it all, wanted it all. Mr. Dallas smiled at her eagerness, without saying anything else, he joined her on the bed, lying flat on his stomach between her legs. A few soft kisses at first, then his tongue was moving up and inside her p***y. “I was right. You do taste as good as you look,” he whispered, burying his face between her legs. Using his fingers, he spread the lips of her p***y aside, his tongue teasing at first, slowly moving up and down her p***y, licking it as one licks a lollipop. Tara closed my eyes, her hands gripping the sheets with force savoring the feel of his tongue, her hips jerking upward wanting closer contact with his mouth, his tongue. Then, his tongue plunged in and out of her, over and over again as she squirmed under him begging to be f****d. “Soon” he mumbled “soon.”

"No, do it now,” she cried, not sure how much longer she would be able to withstand this exquisite torture. Reaching under the pillow, she pulled out the small square foil package. “Now,” she said firmly holding the condom out in front of him, no longer caring what he did to her “now.”

“You forget, I'm the client.” he teased, sitting back, “you roll it on.”

Taking the small foil package from him, she rolled the condom onto his engorged c**k and laid down with her legs spread wide, waiting with anticipation that delicious moment when he would plunge that hard candy into her wet folds, waiting for the moment, she would scream her release.

“Turn around, on your knees. I’m going to f**k you from behind.”

She did. “Like this,” she purred looking back at him, her knees spread far apart. “Don’t you want to f**k that pussy.” She teased inserting a finger into her p***y, working it in and out before removing it and into her mouth. “Hmmm, delicious” he smiled  "do you like that Mr. Dallas?” She purred.

“Hell yes, I’m going to enjoy this very much,” he said as he positioned himself behind her and with both hands on her lower back plunged his c**k deep inside her throbbing p***y with one firm push and began to move in and out of her as a man possessed. Tara had never felt something so delightful as this man’s c**k buried deep inside her aching hole hammering her over and over, and when everything around her exploded, he kept f*****g her harder and faster. Tara pushed back with each plunge he made, her body was on fire, burning uncontrollably from her head, to the pit of her stomach, to toes, every part of her was on fire. How was she supposed not to enjoy this, Mr. Dallas was such an expert lover. Finally, he pushed one last time, threw his head back, and screamed as he spilled into the condom before collapsing on her back as they both fell exhausted onto the bed.

“How was dinner Mr.Dallas?” Tara asked minutes later.

“Dinner was filling,” tuning her around to face him. “Let’s talk about dessert now.” 

Later that night after Mr. Dallas left. Tara laid in bed, expecting to feel guilty, used, something for what she had done, which was sold herself in exchange for money, but she didn’t feel anything. There was no guilt, only a sense of relief. The more Tara thought about it, the more Tara found nothing wrong with her current occupation. After all, when a woman goes out on a date with a man, she is wined and dined. Then,  later that night she is f****d has repayment for an enjoyable night out. Do that woman feel guilty? No, ma'am, she thought with a smile. So either would she. The only thing that knew was that this time, the wine and dining of Tara Alexander is going to cost more than a dinner, a bottle of wine and a movie. And, in the end, she would be the one saying, thank you, sir.