The Strip - Max

30 / Captured

Ian had settled back on the sofa while I collected myself. After my orgasm, a wave of emotions swept in and threatened to be my undoing. He was a client. One hell of a nice client, but nothing more. I pushed down the feelings that had no place in that room, separating sex and love, work and life. I could find pleasure in the sex I would have with him and the countless others that would follow while not allowing myself to be captured in a net of feelings.

I sat upright and noted the form of Ian's cock as he gazed at my naked body. "It looks like you're ready to go," I said.

"Oh, yeah. I just..."

"What, Ian? You just—"

"I can't..." the pause in his words was concerning "Ahhh, I can't believe how incredible that was."

"It was incredible." I hummed. "I'm still feeling it."

"I've never done that before."

"Your wife never let you... tasted it?" I replied was my finger slid through the sticky mess between my legs.

"Well, a few times, but never all the way," he said while I brought my wet finger to my mouth. "She always made me stop. Hardly let me touch her. Sex was... a race without a finish line. Let's just say, it's amazing we managed to have a kid."

I didn't want any more of that kind of talk to take control of the room. I wanted his cock inside me, and it wasn't going to get there if he started breaking out the family photo album. "Well, Ian, I'm here. I'm naked for you to look at. To touch. To fuck."

He nodded as I scrambled to find the condom. "Oh... yeah!"

I tore open the packet and pulled the slimy wet contents out. "Let's get this on you and in me!"

I placed the condom on the head of his penis and pinched the air out of the tip before rolling it down his shaft. Ian was sitting on the sofa with both feet planted firmly on the floor. With his throbbing manhood sheathed and ready, and my core seeping its own lubricating warmth, I moved over top of him. Straddling his lap with my breasts close enough to his face that I could feel his breath brush against my nipples.

My fingers held him gently, guiding the tip of his cock toward my entrance. In a single, quick move, I dropped onto him. As I adjusted to the feeling of having his cock captured within my sex, I pushed out any thoughts that might lead to unfounded regret. In my head I reminded myself, He's a client, not a lover, and I let my body start to move. What you do at work is your choice, replayed in my head on repeat.

The sensation of his cock moving within my walls swept away anything that had been threatening an early end of this private session with Ian. I loved the feeling of a man's swollen length moving inside of me. I loved having sex, but moreover, I craved having it with different men. Old and young, big or small, there was something in the experience of being with each man that energized my life. I had allowed my feelings and desperation for love to sour that experience, but that was in the past. I had love at home. I could have sex at work.

I moved my hips slowly while focusing on the physical, tactile sensation of the movement. I reveled in the light chill that tickled within my body as his cock slid in and out of me. Rocking back and forth, moving up and down, combining movements, I found a rhythm that pleased me. The head of his cock pressed into the right spots setting fire to my core.

I started slowly, then picked up my pace while watching his eyes. For moments he focused on my breasts then moved his gaze towards mine. "Oh yes, Ian. Mmmm," I hummed. "How's that feel? Do you like being inside me, Ian?"

"Oh... yeah... mmfffff," he huffed as I bounced on his cock.

"Do you want to fuck me, Ian?" I asked. "I want you in control. I want you to fuck me, Ian!"