Chapter 5 Delightful Indulgence

Denny wanted to do more. But he knew the rules.

Extra service has boundaries. If the service girl is okay with all the way, the client can do anything he pleases, but if a service girl has declared a limit, clients can only have a blowjob, cock in between tits fuck or lap dance, or rubbing as what they are doing now.

Instead of asking verbally, his hand started to find out for himself what he could get from this service girl whom he was enjoying so very much.

Her coquettish response to his pleasuring touch gave Denny a clear sign that she was willing to take this deal somewhere he wished to go. She was so enslaved by his magical erotic touch that she could feel herself burning with carnal desires. She was young, and yes, she was new to all of these heavenly tastes of pleasure. And so she begged for more. More of this delightful indulgence.

"Please...?" She was unaware of what she was asking for. But her body was more direct and honest. She was swirling on his lap as he seemed to press every igniting button that she herself was not aware they were even there.

"Patience, little one, I can give you more than that," Denny whispered.

He nipped on her earlobes as he seductively whispered to her now flaming red, in arousal, ears.

"And I am sure you will love every bit of it."

Then he guided her to stand up. He needed to moisten his throat as his arousal seemed to burn him. He felt his whole being was in a divine and bewitching spell of enlivening virility. He took a few gulps of his drink with ice to comfort his scorching throat.

As a service girl, Trisha could only take the client's lead, so she gave him a pleading look, hoping he'd give her what she wanted sooner. She was attentive to hear whatever commands he might say.

"Take off your clothes... Slowly right in front of me. I wanna see you strip." He commanded while leaning back on the sofa. One hand with his glass of drink spread wide on the backrest while the other was gently rubbing his now ever so hard cock.

She obediently complied. Just as she was trained, she elicited movements pleasing to the client's eye. Sensually. Seductively. Timidness was vaguely visible, but the burning desire was even more evident. She cannot deny the fact that she was beyond aroused. She was no longer just doing these things because it was her job, just like she felt earlier. Now, even if her boss would barge in and stop her, as long as her client did not push her away, she would still do what she was doing at the moment. Soon she was naked, standing in front of him with heightened arousal but restrained freedom to submit to the client's will and desires.

"Fuck! I loved the way you looked with your dress on, but this is a beauty of perfection!" he exclaimed. He was right to expect that underneath her dress was a delicious youthful body. Delicate porcelain skin that he cannot resist decorating his marks of love bites on it if she would allow him. Fleshy boobs standing firm and delectable. Her mound was waxed, just like everyone else of the service girls that work in this place.

"Turn around slowly." He spoke with his jaw clenched.

Her enthralling beauty extremely triggered his sexual appetite.

She did as told. She felt just like when she was in her training. She sensuously swayed her hips as she moved, pretentiously covering her private parts when her purpose was actually to entice him coquettishly. Denny felt like he was burning in great arousal with her bewitching body and flirtatious movements. He could feel his excited shaft twitching in his grip.

"Merde.." [shhhhhit ]he groaned. He cannot keep himself using his mother tongue. Yes, he was born in the US, but his family roots are European. And no one in their family is not fluent in French. They use their mother tongue in family conversations. Business or casual, they are more comfortable using the language at home.

"Now, come closer, Mon chéri" [Mosheri /Sweetie]. He put his drinks on the table and leaned his head on the armrest of the couch, making his body lie flat on it with one of his legs up on the seat while the other was still stepping on the floor.

"Sit on my face. I wanna have a taste of that sweet-looking pussy." He ordered.

A command Trisha was not sure how to obey. She had never heard those commands in her training. They were trained to please the client, not the receiving end of pleasure. But in fear that her client would be displeased, she did as commanded, reluctantly. But her qualms faded when she felt his warm tongue fervently devouring her aching core.

"Ahhhh, ummmm... Sir... ahhhh, oh my god," she was holding her mouth with both hands to suppress her voice coming out so loud. She felt like he was sucking the life out of her. While Denny felt like she was the sweetest he had ever tasted, food and sex alike. He ate her out with intense and burning passion.

He yearned for more of her, so he sat up to level his face with hers and kissed her passionately. He pulled his trousers all the way down and commanded her.

"I want you to ride my cock. Slow and easy." He was almost breathless as he guided her with how he wanted her to do things.

"Just like that...I want it slow...." Denny wanted to enjoy this euphoric bliss as much as he could.

"I want you to feel my piercing as I get through that sweet pussy of yours." Denny, who is now drowning in lust, commanded in a husky, sexy voice.

She felt like she would go crazy. This euphoric feeling is so extreme that she feels like her soul left her body. She was oblivious to what her innocent moves were doing to the other person next to her.

"You keep clenching me like a vice grip. Ugghh! I'm sure this isn't your first time. Fuck! Ah! But I bet you haven't fucked much around yet, have you?"

The service girl is now in a moaning mess, but part of her job is to answer his every beck and call, so she tried to hold her grip and answered.

"You're the second after my asshole of a boyfriend took my virginity a few months ago," she doesn't know how she managed to answer him properly with all the lust clouding her mind.