BJ Bliss Ch. 04 Hard to Swallow

"What do you want to do to me?" Katrin asked as she pulled back from his shiny hard cock and tapped it against her cheek playfully. She looked up in anticipation and teasingly rubbed his engorged head across the tip of her nose.

"I want to feel myself inside you for the first time," he replied.

"How should we do it?"

"I'll push you against the railing and fuck you from behind."

"Okay!" Katrin agreed. She was dripping wet with excitement and appreciated his assertive and specific suggestion. She quickly hopped up and held on tightly to the railing. She looked over at the young couples on the roof and saw that they were still enjoying the show. Peter lifted up her skirt and pulled her thong slowly down her ass and let it drop to her heels.

"Go ahead and fuck me," Katrin encouraged as she looked back over her shoulder and anticipated the penetration. Peter eased forward and ran his length along her wet slit, allowing his head to tease her clit as he slid back and forth and covering himself in her juices.

"Please," Katrin begged. She quivered from repeated strokes of his swollen head against her clit. He finally aimed for insertion and enjoyed the warm tight sensation as she enveloped his head deep into her folds. Katrin moaned with approval and rocked her hips.

As Peter plunged in deeper he looked down to enjoy the sight his wet shaft as she soaked him. He reached a hand across her inner thighs as he pumped her with his hard cock.

"Yes!" Katrin encouraged as she trembled from the sensations. Peter massaged his finger over her clit while she moaned approvingly and clenched his thickness with her impressive pelvic strength. Katrin felt the rush of an orgasm and held the railing tightly as pleasure surged through her body once again. She looked out over the remarkable city skyline and enjoyed continued intense orgasmic contractions as she slowly eased off of his erection.

Noticing that they still had a captive audience, Katrin quickly spun around and dropped to her knees as the spectators yelled out in encouragement. Peter's cock was throbbing hard in front of her face and wet with her juices. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft and tasted her own pleasant glaze as she smiled up at him.

"Will you fuck my face and cum down my throat?" Katrin begged, still trembling from her orgasm.

Peter looked down in surprise and then over at the two couples who watched on from the rooftop.

"Go ahead, I want you to use me," Katrin encouraged as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He eased his cock past her lips and she swirled her tongue around his shaft and he buried himself deeper into her mouth. He held on to her golden hair tightly and thrust hard into her throat, as requested.

"You can go harder," Katrin encouraged. He backed out of her mouth and admired the string of sticky spit that connected her lower lip to his throbbing head. "I want to taste you and swallow your cum," she begged. "Give it to me, please."

Peter continued to fuck her face with hard deep lunges into her throat. His balls tightened up in her hand as she gently massaged and pulled on them. He couldn't believe how unfazed Katrin's expression was as he buried himself a deep as he could go. She seemed to have no gag reflex at all and her blue eyes were sparkling with pleasure. She held on to his ass and pulled him closely.

"Almost there," Peter warned as he continuously lunged inside of Katrin's throat and felt her fingers working relentlessly over his balls. He grunted loudly and thick shots of cum spurted out of him and poured down Katrin's throat. She pulled him out half way and hugged his shaft firmly with her lips as she gulped down his load. Finally, she slowly removed him all the way and swirled his head with her puckered lips. She took a deep satisfied breath.

Peter continued to dribble out as Katrin held his shaft in her hand and looked on with lust. She quickly extended her tongue to catch the last few drops and slurped on the tip of his head for any remaining fluids. She rolled his seed around on her tongue before swallowing and looking up at him with a proud smile. The couples on the rooftop cheered at the exciting finish and Katrin laughed as she stood up and turned to give them a bow.

"What's your number?" one of the male spectators called out as his female companion slugged him on the arm.

Peter and Katrin quickly headed inside, causing the spectators to boo and chant for more. Peter pulled the sliding door shut, cutting off the outside noise, and zipped up his pants.

"That was fun," Peter said.

"Yes, it was," Katrin agreed as she moved in closely. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips and held her close to his chest.

"You can stay if you like?" he suggested quietly in her ear.

"I'm sorry," Katrin replied as she slowly backed off, "I think I should get back home, but thanks for the offer." He looked disappointed.

"No worries, I definitely understand. I'll give you a ride."

"It's just that I desperately need some sleep," Katrin explained, "and if I stay here, I'm not going to keep my hands off of you."

"Okay, but let me at least send you home with a gift." He pulled his shameful copy of Twilight from the bookshelf and handed it over.

****

Peter and Katrin cruised down the street in his car and admired the blurred colorful city lights through intermittent drops of pattering rain against the windshield.

"I'd like to see you again, if you're interested," Peter said. "Socially, I mean."

"Yes," Katrin replied with a smile. "I would be interested in seeing you socially as well as professionally. Did you really mean what you said earlier about my work?"

"What did I say?" He laughed, still reeling from the hot balcony sex and struggling to recollect anything else.

"That my work doesn't make you jealous and that it turns you on," Katrin replied. She was suddenly worried that she might have misinterpreted.

"Of course it makes me jealous. But I like it. Jealousy can be a good thing you know?"

"That is a very mature way of looking at things," Katrin replied with relief. "I hate to admit that I wouldn't feel the same way if you were running cunnilingus classes. Which, I might add, you are very qualified for."

"That's okay. Everyone's different, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," she said. "It's just that I have jealousy issues, but I need so much freedom for myself. I'm a hypocrite."

Peter slowed down and pulled over in front of Katrin's building. "You're not a hypocrite," he remarked sincerely. He turned to look her in the eyes. "You're one of the most amazing people I've ever met."

Katrin melted in her seat and looked over vulnerably at Peter. "Thank you," she replied, trying to keep her cool. "You are pretty amazing yourself." They both leaned in and shared a soft comforting kiss. Peter quickly hopped out and opened Katrin's door for her.

"Such a gentlemen," she commented as he escorted her out of the car. They stood across from each other on the sidewalk hand-in-hand as the sprinkling rain began to pour down harder.

"I'll see you soon, Katrin," Peter said as he backed off with his hands slowly sliding away from hers. "Have a good night."

"Good night, Peter."

Katrin watched him walk away and collect dark wet drops of rain across his shirt before hopping back into the car. She stood for several moments after he left and headed upstairs for a much needed night of sleep.

****

Falling rain pattered steadily against Katrin's bedroom window as she drifted off to sleep in the comfort of her bed. Her senses were slowly overwhelmed with waves of dread as she found herself back in Claudia's empty mansion hallway. Roaring thunder from the very real evening storm penetrated her subconscious landscape as she floated through the hallway past a series of doorways. She found herself back at the end of the hallway, face-to-face with an ominous door and desperately tried to avoid passing through it.

As she emerged on the other side, she was temporarily blinded by bright sunlit bedroom. Her smiling gorgeous mother greeted her in a familiar thick accent. "Come in Kah-trin, we were hoping you would join us," her mother invited warmly, filling Katrin with bittersweet nostalgia. Katrin noticed that her mother appeared nearly twenty years younger, tan and vibrant with shimmering blonde hair.

Katrin stepped forward and noticed to her surprise that her feet were sporting ugly worn sneakers that she had not seen since she was eighteen years old. The pleasant sunny room of her distant memory was shadowed by continuing ominous claps of thunder. Her mother beckoned her to come closer and join her in unbuckling Peter's belt as he stood by the side of the bed. Katrin covered her mouth in shock and tried to look away as her youthful mother playfully admired Peter's growing erection under the fabric of his pants. They laughed and encouraged teenage Katrin to join in as she helplessly resisted their pull.

Katrin's apartment shook with a devastating explosion of thunder and she shot up from her sleep in panic. For fuck's sake, she lamented with tears of stress as she fell back on her pillow. I just wanted to teach people how to give blowjobs. Why does it have to be so complicated?

****

Katrin spent Sunday lying around her apartment as she attempted to recover from the events of the last few days. She checked her phone regularly hoping to hear from Peter, or anyone at all, and moped around all afternoon snacking on the sparse contents of her pantry and fridge. Later that evening, she browsed the contacts in her phone and hovered over her mother for several minutes before chickening out and putting it away.

When Monday morning finally arrived, Katrin was eager to start a fresh work week and put troubling thoughts out of her mind. She put together a sexy business casual outfit with a black knee-length skirt and sheer stockings and slipped on her glasses before heading downstairs to her office to make a fresh pot of coffee.

Katrin did a double-take as she looked out into the main office area to see a large hot tub that had been set up against the wall. Wow. I totally forgot that Malena bought a fucking hot tub. Calm down. Don't get mad. Everything is okay. Happy week. Happy week.

"Good morning, Malena!" Katrin greeted with a big grin as Malena entered the front door in another sexy selection from her seemingly endless supply of skin-tight cocktail dresses, this one being dark grey to match the weather.

"Somebody got laid," Malena grumbled as she collapsed her wet umbrella and made her way over to her desk.

"You know, I'd rather not say," Katrin teased boastfully. Malena slowly turned her head exorcist-style to reveal a stupefied, angry glare amidst a clash of thunder.

"Listen," Malena began as she tossed her purse onto her desk without diverting eye contact, "I'm not even going to ask for the details. Oh no. You are going to feed them to me right now like it is my only form of nourishment. It's rainy, it's Monday, and I am not one to be toyed with."

"Well, if it's that important to you!" Katrin laughed. "Why don't you get some coffee and I'll fill you in."

Malena conceded her playful anger and her face lit up with excitement for the impending gossip. She ran over to the coffee pot. She returned immediately with a full cup, hopped up onto Katrin's side of desk, and crossed her legs. "Okay, I'm ready. Go!"

For several minutes Malena ooed and ahhed over the juicy details of Katrin's date with Peter, interrupting frequently with, "shut the fuck up," "get the fuck out," and "what was the square footage?"

"So when is the next date?" Malena asked at the conclusion of the story.

"I don't know. I haven't heard from him. It's only been, like, one day," Katrin defended.

"Clever boy," Malena said with suspicion. "I agree with your assessment, Katrin. He is almost too good. What do you think he's hiding?"

"I don't know. Maybe some guys just have the whole package?"

"Ha!" Malena laughed. "We'll get some dirt on him sooner or later, don't worry."

"I doubt it, but I'll keep you posted."

****

Later that afternoon, Holly entered the office to see Malena and Katrin both working quietly behind their laptops. "Hello!" Holly called out cheerfully as she approached Katrin's desk in a denim jacket and an adorable green dress that contrasted nicely with her red curly hair.

"Holly, it is so nice to see you," Katrin said as she stood up to hug her intern. "I'm really sorry about the divorce party. It got way out of hand. It was dangerous and stupid and I wouldn't have been surprised if you never wanted to see us again." Malena looked over with curiosity at the conversation and listened closely.

"Katrin, don't worry!" Holly assured her. "I had a great time. I'm ready to go out again as soon as we line up another workshop."

"Hey, Katrin," Malena called out. "What do you think about sending Holly to Felicia's workshop in the meanwhile? It's harmless, right?"

Katrin pondered the interesting suggestion and turned back to Holly. "Would you be willing to check out the competition?"

"Of course I will!" Holly replied excitedly.

"We'll reimburse you of course," Malena explained as she approached. "Katrin and I were talking and we want to start booking blowjob workshops in the city. We'd love to know what exactly Studio Trésor is doing so that we can distinguish ourselves."

"That's right," Katrin confirmed. "She sent her goon to snoop on us, so now we're going to return the favor. Wait, I don't mean that you're a goon—"

"Okay," Holly replied with a laugh, "when is the next workshop?"

"Are you free Wednesday night?"

"Absolutely. I'll take good notes, but will try not to look suspicious."

"I'm sorry, I wish I could go myself, but she's already seen me," Malena added, "and if you've ever seen me looking back at you like I want to punch a hole in your face, you'll never forget."

"I've seen that look more than once," Katrin quipped. "Thank you so much for agreeing to do this, Holly. Let's go ahead and get you registered."

"Okay," Holly replied as she removed her jacket and looked across the room curiously. "Is that a hot tub?"

****

"Cover for me," Mika said to her twin sister as she rushed away from the counter of Felicia Trésor's lingerie boutique and up the stairs to the studio. Miho rolled her eyes as she watched Mika dart up the stairs in an incredibly short skirt and black knee-high socks.

"Felicia?" Mika called out as she peeked into the dressing room to see her boss squeezing into a white lacy bra and clasping it behind her back.

"Yes?" Felicia replied. She adjusted the fabric around her pouring cleavage in front of the mirror. She stood bottomless save for lacy white stockings with intricate patterns that swirled up her legs. Her flowing black hair fell over her shoulders and she stared back at herself seductively.

"You'll never guess who registered for the workshop on Wednesday," Mika boasted with a giddy smile.

"No. I won't."

"The BJ Bliss intern, Holly."

Felicia turned and looked at her Japanese-American protégé with wide eyes. "Great work, Mika. Did she suspect that you know who she is?"

"No definitely, not. She registered online. We didn't talk on the phone."

"Well, I suppose we owe Bob a debt of gratitude," Felicia conceded as she turned away from the mirror. "He failed miserably at planting the bug in their office, but he did come through with all the employee details. I wish I could have been there to see that feisty bitch kick his ass. He's 240 lbs of solid muscle and Malena is a busty little Latina in heels. It doesn't add up."

"Yeah," Mika agreed, "but Bob would never hit a girl. Also, he probably liked it. He certainly enjoys the occasional abuse from us, when we aren't sucking him dry."

"Listen," Felicia began as she rested her hand on Mika's shoulder. "I want you to run down and tell your sister to get in touch with him. I need more information on Holly before I decide what to do with her. Bob's little vacation is over."

"Okay, but why Miho? I can do it." Mika frowned.

"I was hoping you can help me out with another situation up here. Did you see that lingerie salesman waiting out in the hallway?"

"Yeah, he's brand new. I guess he took over the sales route?"

"That's right. On your way back up, why don't you ask him if you can try on some samples," Felicia suggested as she batted her eyes.

"I see. Are we trying to get a deal?"

"Oh, we're going to get a deal alright," Felicia replied as she ran her fingers through the colorful blue streak in Mika's hair. "We're going to play dress up and then we'll bring him in here to negotiate."

"Okay," Mika replied with excitement. "Good plan. He's pretty cute."

"Yes he is, and he has no idea what we are capable of doing to him."