Suzanne Portnoy

“Do you think we’ll ever stop being naughty?” he said. The question was redundant.

I was sucking his cock in one of the newly refurbished relaxation rooms at Rio’s. The answer was obvious enough. He was my second of the afternoon.

I laughed. “I don’t even know your name,” I said. Despite having met once before, year’s earlier, when he had interrupted a threesome I was having in Rio’s to bring me lemonade and get in on the action, we’d never swapped names. I’d written about that experience in The Not So Invisible Woman. “I only know you as the Lemonade Guy.”

“John,” he said. “Lemonade guy indeed!”

***

We were covered in sweat and the baby oil which John had smoothed over my body fifteen minutes earlier. He had lured me into the room with the promise of a ‘proper massage’ and not the usual Rio’s five minute rub down on the way to feeling my pussy that I’d had forty-five minutes earlier from lover No. 1. When I felt warm oil being dripped onto my ass after only five minutes, I knew that I’d need to employ a professional to get rid of the knots in my shoulders. John had no intention of giving me a real back rub either.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he said as he pushed his hard on between my bum cheeks.

“Oooow,” I said in my best coquettish voice. I raised my hand and felt his hard, thick 8″ cock. “Did I do that?”

John had an easy going way about him, a cheeky smile, broad shoulders, and a fit, hairless body. His bald head and the Chinese inscription tattooed on his upper arm made him look like a bit of a convict but he didn’t seem particularly dangerous, just dirty.

“You have a beautiful cock,” I said.

“And you like being fucked up the ass,” he said.

“It’s true,” I said raising myself on my knees. I felt him get into position behind me. “I do.”

“When I shoot I think of the time you asked me to slip my cock in your ass whilst you were sitting on that other guy. You gave me the best hole,” he said.

“Gentle,” I said and then he was inside me.