EXTRACT FOR
His Obedient Servant
(Lizzy Eliot)

I don't think I really know what charisma really is when you get down to it. If it's an attraction, Jeff had it. But that was really just the promise, the allure, of hot sex. I knew he would be hot before he even did me and I was right.



When he came the next day, he had some pipe with him. "My brother will be coming over this morning to help me do the plumbing," he said.



My heart sank. I'd hoped to have him for the day. "Does he need to?"



"If you want the work done right," he said. "We have to actually make progress on the job, you know."



I hated the reminder that our affair, if you can call one fuck an affair, was only because of the job. I had no idea what would happen when they finished. "I'm in no rush," I told him. 



He laughed and hauled in more materials. An hour later his brother showed up. 



"Erica, this is Nick," Jeff said. They looked so much alike that you'd know they were brothers. Nick had the same rugged good looks, but there was something else about him. Something incredibly sexy and compelling. That's what made me thick of charisma. Jeff was sexy but Nick had charisma. Sexy charisma. Neither of them was incredibly good looking, oddly enough, although when I thought of Jeff I pictured him with movie star looks. 



They went into the bedroom and went to work and I busied myself designing a website for a new client. I got into it and lost track of time. Suddenly, Nick was there, looking at me. "We got the pipes in," he said. "That's my piece of the job." 



I had turned to look at him and was immediately captured by the look in his brown eyes. Somehow they drew me in. "Would you like some coffee?" I asked. It was a lame attempt to keep him from leaving too soon. 



"That'd be great," he said. "I'm ahead of schedule."



I had him sit at the table and went to make coffee. The machine ground the beans and made a pot. I carried it and a mug over to the table. I was nervous being close to him and I wasn't sure why. Nearness to Nick made me tremble. I sat the mug down and started to pour the coffee. As I did he put his hand on my leg. It was hot and the heat penetrated me. As his hand moved up under my dress and his fingers stroked my pussy, I sagged, unable to move. "Don't worry about the coffee," he said.



I looked down and saw that I'd spilled it. I couldn't move. "Sorry," I said.



"That's not what we needed anyway," he said. His fingers went under the leg of my panties and their incredible exciting heat seared the lips of my pussy as he slipped two fingers into me, making me moan. "That's what I thought," he said, softly.



Before I knew what was happening, Nick was kneeling behind me. He had my dress up over my hips and pulled my panties down. I leaned on the table, letting it support me as he spread my legs apart. I quivered as he leaned his face close and I felt the lightning of his tongue flicker across my ass cheeks. Then he held my legs and licked my pussy and making the room spin. He ran his tongue up my ass crack and over my anus, then went back to licking my pussy, running his tongue through all the damp places that were dreaming of his touch. His hands caressed my ass as he ate me and before I realized I was even close, I was coming. I exploded right there on my kitchen table with this strange, sexy man eating my cunt.