Just then Mr. Richard O'something walked in.
"Hi” He said smiling widely over perfect teeth and exposing a single dimple on his tanned right cheek. "You must be Ms. Fanguella Sangcoci,” That voice.
"Have we met before, Mr. O'...yes I'm sure there is something familiar about you." That was a good cover-up for not remembering his name, but there really was something about that voice. Was she going to be imagining everyone that she meets as possibly the man who had left her that sexy message? It would definitely not be a bad thing if it were him, she thought, looking him up and down. As she took his coat for him he answered,
"Well, your voice does sound familiar now that you mention it." She froze, then caught herself.
"Well, Richard, let's just sit down here and get started. Maybe it'll come to one of us later. Put your hands flatly on mine please, and I'd like just a moment of silence please. It's just my way of feeling your energy so that I can get focused onto you."
Fanguella couldn't concentrate though. He gave a slight chuckle, husky, like the one on her machine. Was it? and those hands of his. Large, firm, strong hands. Looked like they would know just what to do. She moved on quickly to the cards. The first card that she turned over. The devil card. She looked up at his smiling face and then she knew.
"How did you find me?” she whispered.
"Your address isn't exactly unlisted. So tell me, do you randomly go through the phonebook and leave messages like that on every ones machine, or was I just lucky?"
"It was not meant for you. She somehow choked out. "I - it was for my own machine. I got the wrong number, and… someone distracted me. So I never even realized. "
"But you called back. What did you want"? He had taken her hands and placed them flat against his own, just as she had done a moment earlier. All the while, he wore an expectant smile, his head tilted slightly as he appeared to listen closely to her response.
"I wanted..." She was quacking inside. Scared. Who was this man, yet she was already feeling very uncomfortable in her clothes. This time she was not on top of things. This game, she no longer wrote the rules to. Why was he here? She wondered, not that she wanted to answer yet she felt she already knew the answer. What did he want, expect of her? A part of her was too terrified to talk, yet her feet were glued to the floor. She asked any way.
"Why are you here." His laugh did sound like it had come from the devil. "I want you to tell me my fortune. What does my future hold.” She made sure her cold calm expression was on as she looked back at him, pulling her hands out of his. She turned over the next card.
"This card tells of a great need for control in your life… This one tells of a woman who will help you with this need. And others." She looked up at him, and slowly she licked her lips. She was still quacking inside, yet she was unable to stop.
"This one shows the picture of a tall glass tower, with no windows or doors. It symbolizes feelings of isolation... I can help with that…" As she said this, she walked slowly around the table to him.
"I know a window that may have been overlooked. " She dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, "Tell me Richard, may I call you...Dick?" and she took his large pulsing member deep into her mouth. She sucked him hard and slow, increasing the rhythm so she could feel the head of his cock pounding against the back of her throat. Suddenly he took her head between his hands and made her stand.
"Take your clothes off. I want to fuck you with this big fat ol' cock of mine and make your cunt pulse" He mimicked her words. Yet he remained clothed. This made her nervous. He was after all a strange man sitting in her own front room, where she lived alone. He claimed to be the devil. The cards had warned her as well. She was scared. She was thrilled, she couldn't move, so he took control. He took a small pocketknife from his pocket.
"Don't be scared sweetheart, I don't enjoy inflicting pain. This is only for the clothes. I love the sound of tearing." The buttons to her shirt he merely pulled off and ripped her shirt open to reveal her round lush breasts with no bra. He pushed them together just as she had mentioned in her phone message. She remembered what came next and started breathing heavily in anticipation. He sucked her nipples one at a time biting softly. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once leaving a trail of hot shivers and again she felt scared. What were his fantasies? She had not yet listened to his message to her from today. But his hands and his mouth, moving everywhere, licking, sucking, biting, grasping, pulling, scratching, she was growing dizzy. And she still couldn't remember his last name. Next thing she knew he was cutting her pants in two with that pocketknife of his. The material tore loudly. His hands were on her thighs grasping massaging, working there way up her leg with the scratch of his nails. Mmmm. Just enough pressure. And then his fingers found her. He pulled at her pubes gently, rubbing her lips together, one wet finger on her clit as though he were rolling it into a ball and then his finger was there. At her wet entrance. Yet his finger did not enter it yet. He was talking. He was telling her about the size of his cock, how good it will make her feel once he put it inside of her. How it would feel like he was splitting her open with something hot, and his cock knew all the right spots. But not yet. Maybe not even today. Today he wanted to play with her, maybe taste her a little first.
"Yes, lick me, I want your finger up my cunt and another up my ass. I want to feel your naked body, and especially that beautiful cock. But first." She wanted to see him before she could hardly move or think straight enough to get his clothes off.
She stood up, and took the penknife from his grasp and tore open his white shirt, and his black dress pants with the ironed crease, the sound thrilling her. She gaped at his wide shoulders with hard rounded muscles, and smooth tanned skin. His chest and abdomen were muscled and hard as well, ripples that she couldn't help but dive into with her mouth and hands, digging, wanting to own it, pull it off of him, biting, sucking, feasting. But that horrible underwear, blocking everything. It had to go. She needed to explore, she had to, and she was glad for her little knife that would finish the job quickly. With a quick cut, the underwear was off in a second and his cock seemed to bound out with a life of its own.
"Not so fast." He said. "I wasn't finished yet. I believe I was right… here" he placing a finger right at the entrance of her cunt, "and here" he added, placing his lips around her clit. She couldn't just stand there, her knees were buckling; he picked her up, and placed her lying down on the table. The parlor had suddenly gotten dark, and thunder could be heard as lightning flashed the skies momentarily lighting his face from the shadows of the storm. His face looked intense, his pupils looked dilated just before he closed them. His face looked both relaxed and tense at the same time. Devil and God. He was sucking with such gentle passion that as much as she loved to watch, her eyes closed on there own.
One finger crept over to massage her ass before gently inserting itself. Another finger was sliding in and out of her wet and tightening pussy. He'd slow the rhythm telling her
"You taste better then anything, like the juiciest fruit. I can't get enough." She could feel that hard silky cock of his rubbing rhythmically against her leg as he devoured her until suddenly it was too much. He could feel her go still then start to shake.
"OH my God Oh my God OH my God!" her legs squeezed his face both wanting it closer wanting those lips to never stop but also thinking, this is too much- this is too much as she tried to both stop him, and draw him closer in that same instance.
"Not the devil after all?" He jested, still lying between her legs. She could feel his soft dark hair brush against her thigh and belly. She couldn't answer. She lifted his head away gently, rolled over onto her stomach and arched her back cat like.
"Mmmmm." She said as a satisfied cat, as she licked her lips and said as she climbed over his face first one leg then the other leaving him a view, and then she rubbed her front along his, hard meeting soft until she reached what she was looking for.
"Mmmm, I've got quite an appetite after that." She wrapped her fingers around his still throbbing cock and gave it a little lick. She laughed huskily, then she gave it hard little licks up and down before she lathered it with her full tongue and took him completely into her mouth for one hard suck. But only one, because then she gave that low laugh again and started making her way down his leg instead, licking and biting, sucking and massaging. She aimed for his inner thigh, behind his knee, his ankle. She turned him over onto his stomach and made her way up his leg until she reached his ass. She licked her finger and massaged his anus for a minute before inserting a finger. Keeping her finger in his ass, she turned him over and took each ball into her mouth with slow sensual movements, her other hand holding his cock firmly as though she were pumping it. Next she bit his inner thigh, breathed hot air on the sensitive dripping tip of his cock but then she could wait no longer. She took his cock into the wet cavern of her mouth as though she were ready to swallow it whole, like she hadn't eaten in days and was starving to be filled up. And he filled her up as she worked on him, up and down, her hand working along with her mouth, her finger closest to his balls found that secret hard sensitive spot just between his balls while her other hand still filled his ass massaging it in and out all in the same rhythm of her soft wet mouth. Finally it became too much for him, he was grunting, yet unable to stop the explosion. He came with such strength that the air left him in a loud moan and his cum shot out covering them both in hot wetness. She lay down on top of him his cum mixed with both of their sweat between them, and for a while neither of them could speak. It was then that the doorbell rang.
"Oh, shit I forgot about my next client. I'll be back. Let me just let her in.
"I'll tidy up in here for you" he said with a sigh of disappointment, pulling his spare clothes on from his black briefcase, much to Fanguella's amusement. Damn. This guy came prepared, and confident. She liked that, she thought as she left to get her kimono and a hair towel for her hair. Her client was early. Might as well pretend that she was just out of the shower, and ask her to wait.
Dressed in her kimono and hair towel, she returned to her parlor after having settled her next client in the kitchen with the kettle on for tea. Mr. Richard O'something had tidied up all her cards, candles and other knickknacks, had wiped down the table with a cloth and stood there leaning against the table fully dressed in a new suit. He looked as though nothing at all had happened except for that hot look he gave her when she walked into the room. She smiled cat like, as was her style, and went to him, opening her kimono to rub her bare body against his fully clothed one.
"You have talent. Your cards have been very accurate. When can I make another appointment?"
"Today is Tuesday, and Wednesday I've got a full schedule… Thursday?"
"Sounds good. Why don't we start thinking about my suggestion that I made in my last call, hmmm? For Thursday." He said, his hands running up and down her body.
"That Mr. Dick" she answered, "is my specialty.”