On Call
Copyright© 2026 by Michael Fields
Bridget
Erotica Sex Story: Bridget - A hunky man makes his living servicing women until he finds one who is more than he bargained for.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Rape Heterosexual Fiction True Story Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Small Breasts Prostitution
Ever since the BBQ Shell and I have seen a lot more of each other. A couple dinners, more nature walks, cuddling on the couch watching a movie, evenings on the porch with wine as the sun went down. On one nature walk we sat on a bench softly kissing and a jogger went by and said “get a room.” I WISH!
I wasn’t pressuring DeShell into anything but I have to admit I wanted her so bad I was getting a little aggravated. Everytime I saw her she was more beautiful and sexy than the last. One evening after a romantic movie she wanted to watch we were making out on the couch. I had my hand up her shirt feeling her luscious breasts through her bra as she softly moaned. I felt around to her back and undid the bra so I was actually feeling her bare chest before she pulled away.
Her eyes were watering with tears. “Steve I feel so bad for you. I have kept you waiting so long but I just can’t yet.”
“I understand. No pressure. When you are ready I will be here. I think you are worth waiting for Shell.”
When she left I wanted to punch the wall in frustration! But really did think she was worth the wait so I controlled myself.
Tonight is going to be a long night. Mrs. Clayton for 12 hours. At least I get to relax a little in between.
Mrs. Bridget Clayton is a piece of work. She is in her late 30s, Japanese, attractive and very petite. She married a white lawyer long enough to get a huge divorce settlement and now plays golf and fulfills her fantasies.
Her time with me is spent pretending to be held as a sex slave.
I get to her house and go in the front door that she leaves unlocked for me. I look around for her and find her loading the dishwasher in a silk robe with Japanese art sewn on...
“WHY ARE YOU RUNNING FREE!”
“I so sorry Mr. Steve..., ... I want to get dish clean.”
I walk over and grab her long black hair and drag her to the couch. Roughly I remove her robe, and get her across my lap.
“You know what happens when you don’t obey.”
“Please Mr. Steve, I don’t do again.”
“It’s to late to be sorry.”
I swat her ass. “Are going to behave?”
“Yes Mr. Steve I so sorry.”
I swat her a couple more times.
“Oowww! I be good girl Mr. Steve.”
“I think you need a lesson.”
“No please I be good.”
“Too late.”
I rub her pussy and smack her ass some more as it begins to turn pink. I feel her pussy begin to get very wet. Smack smack smack.
“Please no Mr. Steve.”
A finger goes in her as a few more smacks are delivered to her tiny ass.
I’m feeling around inside her little Asian box and she lets about a slight moan of delight.
Smack smack smack.
“I be good!”
Now two fingers are in her fucking her. Smack smack smack.
“Owww! Please no more.”
A few more smacks and then it’s time to make her cum. I finger fuck her roughly until she orgasms.
I take off my shirt and say “get my pants off!”
She undoes my belt and zipper and lowers my slacks and underwear.
“You know how to make me happy don’t you?”
She looks down at the floor like a shy little girl and softly says “yes Mr. Steve.”
I sit back in the couch as her little hands grab my big dick and she starts stroking. “Come on you know what to do to make me happy.”
Her tiny mouth stretches around the head of my dick and bobs slightly. Before taking it out.
“Better Mr. Steve?”
“Better, but you know what I want.”
Her mouth returns and she gets as much in her jaws as she can and gives a good blowjob. Right before I cum I grab her long black hair and pull her face down and cum in the back of her throat. Tears are running down her face as she gags and when I release her she coughs and jizz flies everywhere.
I grab her hair and drag her to the bedroom. When she is tightly tied to the bed I tell her “be a good girl.
“Yes Mr. Steve.”
I walk out of the room and close the door.
I’m watching the ball game a half hour later when I hear from the bedroom “Mr. Steve i need pee!”
I go in and untie Bridget and drag her by the hair and sit her on the toilet. As I hear splashes in the bowl I am right in front of her stroking my cock to get it hard again. She knows what that means. I grab her hair and make her wash her hands, take the towel from her then drag her back to the bedroom.
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