Technically

“So five hours is gonna be $300 plus materials” I said.

“Oh. Goodness. I wasn’t expecting that.” Beth was a late 30s something petite brunette, her dark hair shot thru with premature silver. She had a chagrined look on her face. “Joe, I’m a little short right now. I’ve got some cash, and can certainly cover the materials so you aren’t out anything for that… but do… do you think we could come to some sort of an arrangement to get me through til next pay day?”

I frowned and raised an eyebrow. I mean, I liked Beth and I found her quite attractive, in an early middle-aged MILF sort of way, but a job’s a job and a paycheck is a paycheck.

“Materials paid now? And an ‘arrangement’ until next payday? Keep talking”

Beth took a deep breath and went on.

“So you may or may not know, but our faith is not a big proponent of any sort of birth control. We are taught sex is a blessing, but all sex should be within the bounds of marriage, and should be a productive act.”

“Okay?” I responded, a bit confused where she was going with this.

“Any sexual act that can’t result in pregnancy technically is a sin.”

“Technically?”

She responded with a small grin. “Well, yeah. It’s a misuse of what God gave us for the purpose it was given. But it also technically isn’t sex.”

“Bullshit”

She shook her head, smile growing. She had a pretty smile- it matched the rest of her. Pale skin and heavy, full breasts. Child bearing hips too.

“Pre-marital sex and out-of-wedlock sex are big no-no’s… I was a virgin when I got married. My husband broke my hymen on our wedding night. And while fooling around with ‘other stuff’ isn’t great, it’s not nearly as bad as sex before marriage or adultery.”

“Other stuff…” I mused questioningly.

“You know… oral, anal and manual.”

“Oh, I’m familiar… and even a fan. But let me see if I’m understanding what you’re offering- You can’t pay me in full today, so you mean to pay me just for materials now and then let me fuck your ass or whatever to tide me over until next payday?” I asked crassly.

Her smile vanished. And she shook her head with a faint look of terror. “No.” She said quietly. “Not anal. I… I tried that when I was younger… before I met Stephen. It… wasn’t pleasant.”

I chuckled. “I’ll bet. Bad experience? Let me guess- teenaged boy eager to get his rocks off and not even thinking about being gentle and patient?”

A ghost of her former smile played across her lips at the memory and my words. “Yes. He was neither patient nor gentle. The act itself wasn’t cruel or intentionally painful, but it definitely wasn’t gentle.” She shook her head and wiped away a single tear. “My fault. I invited it and learned my lesson.” She said with a regretful sigh. “I like to think that what he learned with me may have gentled the way for his future wife.”

“So you haven’t tried anal since? Not even with your husband?”

She quirked a small grin- her humor returning somewhat. “Uh, hello? It’s a SIN- remember? Stephen is devout. The only place he ever cums is inside my vagina. I have to beg for him to let me suck him before we make love.”

“Really? You like giving oral? Does he ever reciprocate?”

Beth’s brow furrowed as she parsed my questions. “Yes…I enjoy it. It makes me feel powerful and properly submissive at the same time.” She continued answering more slowly. “And… No. He’s never done that.”

Huh. Weirdo.

“And how would he feel about this arrangement?” I queried.

She flashed another nervous grin. “Honestly, he would be shocked and appalled at my behavior. His views on sex mirror those of the church. What I’m proposing we do would get me severely punished if he ever were to learn of it. But I’d be punished worse for reneging on a business arrangement. Actually much worse.” She shook her head again, perhaps clearing out the memory of a past punishment. She looked up at me. “Really, Joe- you’d be helping me out.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle ruefully. “This is SO gonna bite me in the ass. Okay. Go get the money for the materials.”

“Really? She brightened, “you’ll let me pay you just for materials now and suck you to tie things over until I can clear my debt?”

Now it was my turn to shake my head. “Well, maybe. I’ve already gotten into one bad deal by not asking the right questions beforehand. How do I know I’m gonna like it?”

Beth’s face fell, turning back, halfway out of the room. “But I thought all men liked that…”

“Oh, we do. I do.” I assured her. “But you sucking me right here and now? That’s just establishing our deal. It isn’t the whole deal.” I made a dismissive motion. “Go. Get the money.” I looked around and decided on the armchair and pushed the ottoman aside. I unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped. By the time Beth came back in the room, I was slowly stroking my erection. It had been a while since my last blowjob and I was intrigued by the idea of her not having ever received oral. If she wanted to barter with me and set firm limits, I was fine with that. But if there was room to maneuver, I damn sure was gonna get some satisfaction if I had to wait on getting my money.

“Oh.” She said, coming back into the room. “I guess this means ‘yes’.”

I gestured for her to come to me, motioning she put the $100 bill on the ottoman and kneel at my feet. She reached out and tentatively took over stroking my cock. Her eyes never left my cock, but she continued the conversation. “So, Joe… what deal did you have in mind for our situation?”

“Simple. You pay me for materials now. You suck me off now. And you suck me again next week and every week after that until you’ve paid me back. Agreed?”

She leaned forward and took my cock head into her mouth- swirling her tongue around in and then pulling off with a suctioning pop. She looked up at me and smiled. “I like your terms, but you can NOT come by here every week to collect your ‘interest’. People will notice. “

I nodded and reached out, taking her head gently in my hands and guiding her mouth back onto my cock.

“Agreed. I happen to have a nice big work van and a very flexible schedule.” I paused, swallowing, momentarily speechless at her ministrations. She had some talent… talent and enthusiasm. There’re any number of ways we can meet briefly and discreetly to settle accounts.” She pulled away, and I let her up. At least she had the sense to gently squeeze the base of my cock and continue lightly stroking its shaft.

“Ways like how?” She asked, looking me in the eye.

“Surely you run errands throughout the week. There are lots of secluded places we can meet. You pick a day when you’re out and about and tell me where all you’ll be going. I’ll figure out a likely spot nearby. A two minute detour, ten minute meeting and then you’re on your way. Easy.”

She smiled and agreed,”Easy.” And then dutifully took me back in her mouth without prompting. She sucked and bobbed in earnest. I sighed and leaned back, enjoying her every action.

About five minutes in, I started to get restless. It wasn’t that her technique was bad, it was just boring- like clockwork. I guess if her husband never let her finish him in her mouth, she wouldn’t have much in the way of ‘finishing moves’.

“Beth?” I softly called.

“Murrrph?” Came out past the mouthful of cock.

“I need to cum. And I expect to cum in your mouth. You can swallow or not as you please, but don’t pull off at the first squirt- that’s the worst.”

Beth raised and lowered her head a bit more vigorously, accompanied by a an “mmmm-hmmmm” affirmative.

“And how’s your gag reflex? I like to go deep.”

She pulled off just long enough to say,”It’s okay.” And then dove back down, trying to demonstrate her proficiency.

“Yes” I groaned. Yes indeed. I settled my hands on her head and worked my fingers into her hair and got a secure grip. I flexed my groin upwards while pulling down and buried my cockhead into her throat. She froze, but true to her word, didn’t gag. I gave a few short pumps and then let her off for a breath. Before she could speak or complain, I pulled her back down repeating the sequence.

I felt her swallow against my cock head and groaned appreciatively at the sensation.

“Just like that, Beth. Just like that.”

This continued for another minute or two and she became much more comfortable with my insistent non-verbal directions.

Finally, I felt that glorious urge. “Beth- I’m close. I’m going to cum.” I groaned.

On her next breath off my cock, she looked me in the eye and husked, “You can cum down my throat next time. Today, I want to taste you.”

That was such a viscerally erotic statement, just thinking about it spurred me to finish.

With one fist still gripped in the back of her silvering hair, I pushed her sucking mouth down onto my cockhead. With my other hand, I squeezed the base of my shaft and pumped spurt after spurt of ejaculate into her greedy mouth. When I slowed and eventually stopped, she kept on sucking- having already tasted and swallowed my load. I enjoyed the sensation until her suction began to irritate my now sensitive glans. Instead of pulling out, I chose to again bury my firmish cock back into her throat- disrupting her sucking. I held her firmly down onto my groin as my penis slowly wilted, reveling in the sensations. When I eventually let her off my limp cock, she let out a gasp and a cough.

“Oh, Joe… that was… ” she paused. “Thank you. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I laughed lightly. “Lady, anytime you want a repeat performance, I’m happy to oblige.” She nodded with a smile and then levered herself up off her knees, using my thighs as a brace.

“And thank you for letting me have this arrangement for the payment. I’ll get my finances in order and text you next week.”

Eight days later, she met me in the middle of the afternoon in a quiet corner of a home improvement store parking lot and further improved her deep throat skills. Draped across the center console of her car, she kept her promise. She came up sputtering with a grin after taking my entire load down her throat.

Our second rendezvous was mid Saturday morning at the top of a downtown parking garage stairwell- the farthest one from the entrance and elevators. No cameras. I leaned against the closed door, confident we’d hear anyone coming up from below. She squatted in front of me. “Joe, just fuck my mouth. Use me.”

Her urgency and dirty request definitely turned me on and I happily, hornily obliged her. This wasn’t a blowjob. It was a skull fuck. I started out plowing deep, and when she didn’t complain, I kept at it, hard and fast until I blew my load with her lips mashed against my pubes. It was only when I had zipped up and was helping Beth to her feet that I realized her fingertips were moist. She hadn’t used her hands at all on me- I had done all the work and controlled all the action. It dawned on me that Beth was getting so horny in making her interest payments, that she had masturbated while I mercilessly plundered her throat. I caught her hand and pulled it up to my lips for a kiss. “Isn’t this a sin too?”

Beth blushed fiercely but said nothing.

The next week she sucked me off in the front seat of my van… kneeling down on the padded floor between the seats. I knew she wasn’t playing with herself this time, because she worked my balls and taint tirelessly with both her hands as she sloppily slurped on my cock. There was no doubt she was in charge. I’m not sure what she had to prove, but she handled my organ like an expert- never letting me flag or get desensitized. After coaxing a mouth filling orgasm from me, she swallowed, licking her lips with a “Yum!” and a wink.

The following weekend, she quickly and efficiently blew me while again draped across her car’s center console as we rode through an automated car wash. As I came down from my post but high, I realized my hand was buried in her waistband and my fingertips were circling her wet clit.

The next week, I had to pass on Beth’s initial suggestion to meet. I was working across town and simply had no way of getting free. She sounded disappointed, but we managed to finally schedule something a few days later. Knowing my opportunities were running out, I made an effort to be prepared, and when Beth next texted that she had some free time, I was ready…

The back of my work van is lined with shelves and tools, but it is 12 feet deep and there’s still four feet of open floor space running its length in case I need to haul anything large or bulky. Today I was: a futon mattress.

We climbed through the small sliding door separating the cab from the back and her eyes immediately fell on the mattress.

“What’s this?” She asked with a note of hesitation. “I suck you.” And after a brief pause she admitted, “and I get myself off. That’s the deal. We’re not doing anything more than that.”

I took her hand and walked her to the mattress and guided her down to sit on it. “We’re not having sex. Vaginal or anal.” I continued, stepping back and starting to pull off my intentionally loose fitting clothes. “But we have some time and I wanted us to be comfortable. Besides, we’re almost to the end of the deal. Might as well go out with a bang.”

Beth frowned, “About that… it’s still going to be a few more weeks than I originally thought.”

I shrugged, dropping naked on the mattress beside her. “More than you originally agreed.” I emphasized.

She looked down. “I’m sorry. I just can’t get the money yet.”

“No problem, Beth. Lay back” I directed.

“What are you going to do?” She asked hesitantly as she did so. I hooked fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants and quickly stripped them off of her.

“Joe!” She exclaimed “just what are you wanting to do?!”

I caught her kicking legs and met her worried eyes, “Just what you’ve been doing for me.”

And with that I spread her thighs and dove in, tongue first.

“Oh! Wait. I… I’ve never…” Beth gasped. I didn’t give her any leniency. I licked, nibbled and sucked her at her lush pussy lips. Her faint protests and exclamations devolved first into squeaks and then progressed to grunts. By the time I was circling her clitoris, her fingers were in my hair pawing at my head without much coordination. I focused on her body and its reactions- listening to her moans, feeling her muscles tensing and releasing. When I judged she was close, I hooked two fingers in and upward, questing for her G-spot. When she responded, I gently latched my lips on her clit and held on as she began to thrash. Her orgasm was epic. She arched her back and bucked her hips, moaning and crying out.

When she finally stilled, I extricated myself and crawled up to lay beside her. The tears in her eyes did a number on my yearning erection.

“What’s wrong?” I asked gently.

She shook her head and sniffed. Wiping at her eyes and nose with the back of her hand. “I… I never knew it could be that way.” Her look turned fierce. “Right now, more than anything, I want you to fuck me. As a man fucks a woman.” More tears burst forth from her eyes. “And I can’t!”

…

I never did get to cum that day. Damn it. By the time Beth had calmed down and we’d talked things out, I’d pretty much lost my interest. Well, I hadn’t, but my traitorous cock had. What really sucked was when I woke up the next morning hard as hell from a dream of Beth writhing under me mid-orgasm. Beth’s weekly blowjobs had become a very enjoyable staple in my life recently and I’d cut way back on jacking off. So I did the only thing I could think of- I masturbated to my mental images of Beth swallowing me and got on with my day. I also promised myself I wouldn’t reach out to Beth. In the following days, in my more introspective moments, I decided the whole experience was worth the unpaid money- I was content, even if I never did get paid. Damn that woman had a magic mouth.

Almost as if on cue, my phone cha-chinged its alert that I’d received a payment. When I opened it, there was a note.

‘Mr.Green- thank you so much for the work you did for us last month. I want to apologize for your payment being so late. Thank you for being so understanding and patient with my wife. I assure you, in the future she will NOT contract for work without having full payment on hand.

Best,

Stephen Bar

I read the note again, trying to read in any manner of nuance or implied meaning. Clearly he knew… but what or how much? I had no idea and no reasonable way to check. I sincerely hope he and Beth had come to an arrangement themselves. Shrugging, I transferred the money to my bank and told myself to wait and see, remembering my interludes with Beth fondly.