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Hand Job
by MoonOwl (1994)

***

A co-worker teases a guy into an orgasm as a reward for 
a nice meal and some wine. (Fdom/M, oral, hand-fetish)

***

Cara and Alex met at the Italian Market for lunch to 
discuss the regional writers journal that they edited. 
Alex, always punctual, rose from the table to greet 
Cara, the usual few minutes late, with a smile and a 
handshake. 

Although she enjoyed the fleeting touch of his hand, it 
never seemed to be enough of a connection. She had 
attempted a hug once, and although Alex had submitted, 
she felt the tension in his body, not the sense of 
merging she had hoped for, and she had released him 
quickly.

Both were married, but not to each other. Alex was an 
academic, involved in some esoteric branch of physics. 
He would offer a simple explanation of his current 
projects in response to Cara's inquiries, and she would 
smile and nod. 

He clearly loved the life of the mind and was most 
comfortable in that arena. As Cara looked at him across 
the table, she thought that, besides the word heady, she 
would describe him as trim--trim body, trim beard, and 
neatly fitted, carefully chosen clothes.

Cara, in contrast, was more of a free spirit. She was 
fairly tall, nearly Alex's height, and willowy. She 
favored softly flowing clothes and enjoyed jewelry, lots 
of it. Alex sometimes teased her about her having gypsy 
ancestors. In addition to free-lance writing, she ran an 
art supply store near the university, and looked the 
part of the bohemian.

They discussed the stories and poetry submitted for an 
upcoming issue of the journal, one focusing on the 
erotic as sacred. Alex spent some time debating the fat 
content of the alfredo sauce before settling on pasta 
primavera. 

Cara, without hesitation, chose the more sensuous of the 
two, the generous portion of luscious creamy alfredo 
sauce with tiny shrimp scattered throughout. They ate 
the superb garlic bread and antipasto. Cara enjoyed a 
glass of white wine and Alex had his usual iced tea.

The meal and the meeting finished, they moved to the 
parking lot, pausing when they reached Alex's car. He 
smiled and extended his hand, as always. Cara grasped 
his hand with both of hers and shook. She could see the 
puzzlement grow on Alex's face when she didn't release 
his hand.

"You are coming to my car with me now," she said. "I 
want to do something for you, to you." She squeezed his 
hand, pulling him in the direction of her car, parked at 
the far edge of the lot. "We will sit right here in my 
car, and although I would like to touch more of you, I 
will only touch your hand."

He hesitated, but compelled by intense curiosity and the 
rush of warmth in his body flowing outward from his 
hand, he allowed himself to be drawn toward Cara's car. 
She opened the passenger door and urged Alex into the 
seat. She got into the driver's seat, pushed it back 
from the steering wheel and reclined it slightly. She 
commented, "It's warm in here," and pulled her skirt up 
well above her knees. 

Alex blinked.

"Now recline your seat." 

Alex reclined his seat a couple notches.

"That's not enough. Recline it fully," she said firmly. 

Alex gave Cara a sidelong glance, apologetically said, 
"Yes, ma'am," and put the seat all the way down.

"That's right," she said, "and you will continue to 
address me as ma'am. Give me your hand now."

Alex felt his cock jump. "Yes, ma'am," he answered, 
surprised by the intensity of his response, and extended 
his hand. He had always felt comfortable with his 
relationship with Cara - one that was friendly, 
professional, equal, and safe. What was happening? She 
had somehow shifted, as if this were a part of her 
personality he'd never witnessed before. 

Cara took his hand. "Close your eyes. You may focus on 
the sensations in your hand, or you may transpose the 
feelings to any other part of your body. Don't do 
anything else without my permission."

"Yes, ma'am." Alex's attention was totally focused on 
Cara's touch and the sensations flowing from his hand 
and swirling through his crotch. He experienced a moment 
of panic but remembered that this was, after all, only 
his hand.

She began to stroke his hand lightly with her 
fingertips, savoring the textures of his skin, the 
scattering of small grey hairs on his fingers and the 
back of his hand, the neatly trimmed nails. She traced 
the hollows between the tendons on the back of his hand 
and followed the irregular path of the veins from wrist 
to knuckles.

Cara turned Alex's hand over, feeling the hollow of his 
palm and tracing out each finger to the tip. She 
returned to the base of his fingers and felt the callus 
there, built up from rowing. She thought back to the 
Harley he had owned years before, wondering whether that 
callus had felt like this present one. The bike was 
gone, though, sold as Alex had gotten older and more 
cautious.

Her touch became firmer as she began to massage his 
hand. She increased the pressure and began to stroke the 
length of his fingers. He began to wonder - to imagine - 
what that stroke would feel like on his cock. It began 
to swell in response.

Suddenly he noticed that Cara was using her tongue. He 
could feel its soft, wet track, the sensation warm where 
it touched his skin and cooling as she moved on. Her 
tongue began to move in and out at the base of each 
finger. He groaned, imagining her tongue on his body.

She moved her attentions back to his fingertips and 
began to flick each one with the tip of her tongue. His 
erection continued to swell. His focus oscillated 
between the tips of his fingers and the tip of his 
penis. His heart rate accelerated and his breath grew 
shorter. Cara could hear small gasps.

She sucked his index finger slowly into her mouth. He 
shuddered and moved his right hand to his crotch.

Cara bit his finger hard. Alex yelped in surprise and 
his eyes flew open. "What?! Why did you bite me?"

"You didn't have my permission to touch yourself or to 
open your eyes, and you'll remember to address me as 
ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, do you want to ask me something?"

"Yes, ma'am. My dick's very hard and it's bent the wrong 
way. I want to adjust myself because it really hurts, 
ma'am."

"You may adjust yourself and then you are to hold on to 
the door handle. You may not touch yourself again 
without my permission."

"Yes, ma'am." Alex slipped his hand into his trousers, 
rearranged his cock, sighed, and grasped the door handle 
with his right hand.

Cara began to lick and suck his fingers again. Alex 
trembled. She moved back to his index finger, pulling it 
deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. He 
could hear small sounds escaping from her mouth as she 
pulled his finger farther into her body. His hips began 
to rock and his knuckles whitened on the door handle.

Suddenly she released his finger, moved her mouth down 
to the fleshy pad at the base of his thumb and began to 
bite him. He groaned, caught between intensity and pain, 
not daring to withdraw his hand, awaiting whatever new 
sensations she might choose to give him.

Then Cara began to alternate sucking and biting. The 
pain from the bites began to transmute into something 
else--pure intense sensation. His sexual rush 
accelerated, his attention drawn headlong into Cara's 
mouth--her lips, her tongue, her teeth, her throat.

Abruptly he realized that she had pulled his finger so 
deep into her mouth that her lips were over the knuckle 
at its base.

His last conscious thoughts, wondering how she could do 
that without gagging, were his realization that that was 
what deep-throating meant. She slid her lips slowly up 
his finger, plunged down it again and again, and then 
withdrew her mouth from his finger and bit him hard. His 
consciousness shattered and he came.

"I did not give you permission to come," said Cara and 
bit him once more.

"Yes, ma'am," said Alex, and spasmed again.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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