Working Holiday Part Two: The Welcoming

(Read Part One here)

Rhiannon Kelly pushed open the door and stepped inside the entrance. Walking into someone's home always presented interesting smells and this place was no different. She could detect pleasant cooking smells combined with too many other scents to recognize. With her travel bag over her shoulder, she climbed the flight of stairs to the second-floor apartment. The butterflies in her stomach were doing Olympian acrobatics.

She reached the top and opened the second door. The apartment looked about the same since her last visit. What was it, a year ago? Charles did a photo shoot with her back then. She didn't have time to glance around now. He stood a few feet away, looking at her intently. She was sure he looked no different than last time. Hair cut a bit shorter maybe? He stood about six feet tall at around two-hundred and twenty pounds. He was overweight but had a solid build. She was much younger than Charles, something that made her very self-conscious last time, worried that he's think of her as a kid. He certainly didn't treat her that way.

Glancing away from him for just a moment, she loosened the bag from her shoulder and let it slide to the floor. She was expecting a hug, but he made no move to approach her and his gaze remained unwavering. She felt a bit weird and smiled shyly to mask her discomfort. His only response was to drop a small cushion at his feet. She hadn't noticed he was holding it until just then. He gestured at the cushion, open palm. Rhiannon suddenly knew what to do.

She knelt down on the cushion before Charles and looked up at him, looking for a sign of approval. He just looked down, his hands by his side. She started unbuckling the clasp of his belt and loosened his slacks. The zipper came down quickly and his pants slid halfway down his thighs. She had brushed her hand over the firmness beneath and her excitement mounted. She pressed her face briefly against his silk boxers and inhaled. She knew he had just come from the shower. His cologne smelled strongly of roots and earth. She realized that she had forgotten to put on perfume.

Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband and pulled down the man's shorts. She rubbed her face over the semi-ridged penis before clasping it with her two hands and looking at it. She gently kissed the head and looked up at Charles. He had a slight smile. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and sucked him inside.

The penis was still quite soft. Some of her girlfriends complained about guys who were not instantly rock hard for them, like it was some kind of insult, but she actually liked taking a man this way. She liked feeling the soft, pliant flesh between her lips and teeth and on her tongue. It fit inside her mouth so comfortably. As she sucked, she could feel the blood flowing into the penis. She arrived great satisfaction knowing that it was her mouth that transformed that flaccid gland into a hard cock. She pressed her face hard against his pelvis, taking the whole of his manhood into her mouth. She couldn't really deep-throat very well, but before he became fully erect, she could engulf him entirely.

With her lips wrapped around his hardening shaft, she began her slow and deliberate head bob, sucking hard on each back-stroke. She put one hand on his hip for stability while the other cupped his balls. Most guys loved having their balls fondled and Charles was no exception. She heard him murmur in approval. He had obviously shaved his balls as they were smooth and fresh. Too many guys never bothered to even trim their pubic hair! After a few minutes, the cock was solid in her mouth and she took care not to let her teeth rub against the sensitive skin. She now used one hand to stroke the base as she continued sucking on the head. She would look up occasionally and see as his smile changed to a look of pleasure.

She loved sucking cock. “Sucking cock.” She even loved the sound of that. Rhiannon thrilled at the effect it had on men and she was motivated to learn how to do it right. She had considerable practice in high school, sucking off her boyfriend and, occasionally, some of his friends—and occasionally without her boyfriend even knowing about that. It wasn't until she was in college and had opportunities to be with older guys that she could appreciate the importance of technique. Young guys would cum just from being inside a girl's mouth. Men, however, demanded a degree of skill and she learned and practiced. She wished she could put “sucking cock” on her resume; she was that good. She would sometimes fantasize about getting a job as a intern because of her blow-job skills, and then sucking her way up the ranks past jealous coworkers. She imagined herself wearing a conservative businesswoman's suit, her hair in a tight bun, walking into the vice president's office to make her daily briefing. She would explain how they measured the effectiveness of the new marketing campaign and he would ask pointed questions then nod in understanding as she explained. Then, with business concluded, Rhiannon would kneel between his legs and spend twenty minutes enjoying the sensation of his cock in her mouth.

Her hand left his balls and made it way between her legs. She was thoroughly aroused and wanted to play with her clit. Charles noticed this and reached down to grab her arm. “No,” he said. It was the first word he had spoken since she arrived. She continued to stroke and fondle, mixing up her routine by sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, then delicately licking then sucking his testicles. Charles put his hands on either side of her head, holding her firmly. He began rocking his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. He went slowly at first, then gradually faster. He was fucking her face.

Abruptly, he stopped and pulled her upright. She was expecting him to kiss her, but instead, he turned her around and pushed her until she bent over. She grabbed the railing along the steps leading to the upper level of the apartment as Charles flipped up her skirt. Her ass was bare to him and she knew his cock would soon be deep inside her. She spread her legs to better accommodate him.

Charles rubbed the tip of his saliva-slick cock along her labia. She could tell she was dripping wet. She wondered if she would cum the moment he entered her. She was expecting a single powerful thrust, but he only pushed the head between her nether lips, gently moving in and sliding out. She wanted to back up hard against him, but he had a good grip on her hips and was unable to do so. He worked it in, deeper and deeper, agonizing inch by agonizing inch.

His cock was an average size. She had been with smaller men and larger men and had to admit she liked a big cock, but a guy's technique was more important than anything else. Guys with big dicks figure that that's all they need. Idiots. As he was sliding in and out, she felt that Charles was really filling her up. She could feel all this pressure inside as his cock pressed into her. “Mmmm,” he said, “you brought me a gift.” One hand reached beneath and held her stomach just above her pelvis. Suddenly, she knew why he felt so much bigger, she had completely forgotten about the Ben Wa balls she had put inside herself earlier! She could feel them moving, feel their ringing through her flesh as they banged against each other as his cock thrust against them. She reached one hand down and pressed against the same spot Charles was holding. She could feel something moving inside with each forward thrust of his body. She could feel them and him!

The walk across the train station hall with no panties, playing with herself on the cab ride, dropping on her knees sucking his dick without a word, and now the realization that she was stuffed with cock and metal balls pushed her over the edge. She gasped. The orgasm washed over her like a tidal bore and she lost all external sensation. Her world consisted of his hands on her hips and his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. “Oh!” she cried, letting go the breath she had taken an eternity before. Had she not been leaning on the railing, she would likely have collapsed. Charles kept pumping into her, heedless of her condition. “Oh!” she cried again, “Oh, g-god!”

Charles started to slow down, leaving his cock inside her for longer moments before easing back out. He stopped completely and pulled her upright, holding her back against his chest. She still hadn't fully gathered her wits and was nearly oblivious of her surroundings. His hands slipped along her ribs, under the white tank top, past the camisole and beneath her bra. His hands first cupped her small breasts then tweaked her nipples. He kissed the side of her neck, making his way to her earlobe. “Welcome back to Montreal, Rhiannon” he whispered in her ear. She pressed back against his body, feeling that turgid cock inside her. She certainly felt welcomed.

Charles bent his knees and his cock slipped out of her. She immediately missed the fullness and tried to lean forward to invite him back inside. He continued to hold her so she was not free to move. “Take them out,” he murmured in her ear. It took her a moment to process what he said. She reached between her legs; there was wetness everywhere. Had he cum? He usually let her know, in no uncertain terms, when he achieved orgasm with her. She used her fingers to open her labia and feel inside. So wet. She could feel a chrome ball; it had slid down when Charles vacated her womb. Putting her fingers on either side, she rubbed the opening and relaxed her muscles. The ball oozed from her body and dropped into her hand. She held it up to look at, glistening with her juices. “Clean it up,” he whispered. As Charles sucked her earlobe, she drew the ball into her mouth to suck it clean. Her hand returned to retrieve the other ball. She had to spread her legs a bit this time, but the ball came out. Charles held his hand near her mouth and she released the ball. She sucked the other clean and he collected that one as well.

His cock was still hard between her legs. She could just feel it pressed against her, teasing her. She wanted it inside her again. “Did you like that?” he asked softly. She nodded slowly and put one hand on his head to better feel his presence. “Good,” he breathed. He let go of her nipples and smoothed down the front of her top. He turned her around and kissed her full on the lips. The short hairs of his goatee tickled her skin. She was undecided whether she liked that sensation or not. For now, though, she was enjoying his tongue as it explored her mouth.

He pulled back and held her at arms length, seeming to look at her for the first time. He smiled and said “It's good to see you again. Thanks for coming.” She almost laughed at the double-entente. She relaxed and gave him a big smile. “Coffee is ready. I can make you something to eat. I bet you're hungry.” Charles pulled up his pants then, taking her by the hand, led her into the kitchen. She really was hungry.

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