Free Mr Tongue by JK Honeycutt

© 2012 by JK Honeycutt
     
    Slamming his office door in frustr ation, Matthew stared at the pile of unpaid bills on the desk. His struggling law practice seemed to be slowly failing because a couple clients with large accounts had gone bankrupt. The revenue from their assets that had been sold at auction had not been enough to cover their debts much less legal fees .
    “ I didn't spend years in Law school to end up filing bankruptcy too ," he mumbled.
    Trying to think of a way to make some extra money, he remembered what one of his friends had suggested to him. "W hy don't you become a gigolo?"
    Laughing it off at the time, he now wondered if the idea had potential. His dreams of being a highly successful attorney were slowly slipping down the drain. Feeling desperate enough to try anything at th at point, even breaking the law, he took a deep breath and said,
    "So me times you just have to say w hat the fuck and do it anyway . "
    Grabbing his briefcase, he headed home with the hopes of having a stress free evening. Kicking off his shoes the instant he stepped into his house, he stripped as he walked to the bedroom to go take a shower. Sliding under the steaming hot spray of water, he moaned as the heat soothed his aching shoulders. The tension gradually faded as he relaxed.
    As he lathered his entire body with soap, he thought about going out for a night on the town as a gigolo , wondering if he could find a ny wome n that would be willing to pay him for sex. Being in his late thirty's, w omen didn't chase after him like they did during his college years .
    Debating between calling his , girlfriend , Carrie , or being picked up by strange women in bars, h is cock twitched at the idea of sticking it into a stranger’s hot pussy. He quickly finished up his shower in the hopes of getting laid by a horny drunken woman at the bar .
    After shaving, he splashed on some cologne and dressed casual ly in tig ht jeans and a black t- shirt , not wanting to dress too flashy. Jumping in his SUV , he cruised to the bar, getting there just in time to snag a good spot at the far end of the bar where he could check out every woman coming through the door.
    Ordering a shot of whiskey , Matthew checked out the few women there , wondering if any of them might be in need of a gigolo but t hey all seemed to be with other men already . Sighing in frustration, he tried to focus on the TV . He hated television, rarely watching it , preferring to work rather than rot his brain by watching mind numbing shows.
    Ready to give up and go home , after half an hour he stood to leave, stopping in his tracks when he saw a woman enter the b ar . Her long auburn hair swung seductively in rhythm with her hips, as she walked to the bar and ordered a drink . Matthew’s eyes slow ly slid down her form , admiring her tight fuchsia sweater stretching over her breasts.
    Staring at her firm mounds like a hungry lion, he licked his lips, having had a breast fetish since he hit puberty . Kissing, sucking , fondling and fucking them were all among his favorite past times. He couldn't get enough. The more tits he saw, the more he craved them.
    T his particular woman appeared to have very large nipples. They were pushing against the straining fabric of her s weater when she turned to sit on a bar stool . She glanc ed over at Matthew, catching him staring at her chest , giving him a knowing smile . He didn't bother looking away ; to horny to care that she had caught him checking her out.
    Flashing a confident smile, as she slid off the stool and moved to one nex t to him, he said, “Hi there .”
    Leaning close to his ear, she whispered , "What's a nice guy like you, d oing in a place like this?" Almost choking on his drink, unable to believe a woman had used such an old pick-up line like that on him , he coughed and cleared his throat . H e could see that she wore expensive clothes and jewelry. Her perfume smelled exquisite. She reeked o f style and money.
    He thought, i