Subject: My Second Escort Job - John Talks to His Wife (MF, oral)
Diary Date: February 25, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
This time I wasn't so much nervous as excited and anxious to get on with it.
This time I THOUGHT that I knew what I was getting myself in to. Well, as it
turned out, I was totally wrong but fortunately everything still worked out.
When a guy is on the phone telling his wife he loves her at the same time he's
fucking you, can it get any better than that?
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 � Becoming an Escort
Chapter 2 � Getting Ready for My Second Client
Chapter 3 � Playing Games With Mike
Chapter 4 � Getting Down to Business
Chapter 1 � Becoming an Escort
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I've always been a very sexual person and was fortunate to have been raised in
an open and loving family environment which nurtured that side of me and allowed
me to explore in a caring and secure environment. Once I had sex for the first
time with my boyfriend at the age of fourteen14, there was no stopping me and
since then I have been with a number of men (and women) in a number of widely
varying settings. As a result I have grown accustomed to my daily (or more
often) "fix" where my deepest and most innermost cravings can now be only
satisfied through an orgasm � including the process in getting one. If I don't
have a partner available (and often even when I do), masturbation is an
alternative but no matter how hot it gets, doing yourself can never replace the
real thing.
Going to college was a challenge for me in many of the same ways it is for most
kids. In addition, more so than most kids my age I had the pressure of having
to go without sex for extended periods of time. If it had not turned out that
my first roomie was bi, I am not sure how I would have made it through my
freshman year. Brenda was a lifesaver for me and she is still one of my
closest friends. My sophomore year was quite a different story however.
Although I was more mature in terms of leaving home and dealing with the college
environment, my new roomie was just the opposite of Brenda when it come to her
sexuality.
When I first saw Karen I thought maybe I would be lucky again. She was dressed
in jeans and a halter tat were at the bleeding edge of the school dress code and
was an absolute fox. I quickly found out though that while she was a delicious
tease and knew exactly what she had going for her, Karen was determined to be a
virgin when she got married. Worse, at least for me, she defined virginity in a
VERY broad manner. Karen believed that ANY form of sex was wrong before
marriage � even masturbation and fondling!
Karen's views on clothing walked a fine line. Nudity was a total no-no but
revealing shorts, miniskirts, halters, even a sting bikini were OK. A few
meager pieces of cloth were sufficient so long as they covered her pussy and
nipples. I was shocked out first night when I went to go to bed and she was
upset because I was nude. I didn't want to start off the year on the wrong foot
with her so even though it had been nine years since I wore clothes to bed
(other than when I was visiting someone) I spent my entire sophomore year
sleeping in shorts and t-shirts.
I dealt with the situation for the first semester as best I could, mainly
through a LOT of masturbating. After a holiday break at home, I returned to
school "recharged" and then looked around my dorm room only to be struck me
squarely between the eyes with the realization that another semester of
secretive masturbation was facing me and my heart sank at the prospect. Now
don't get me wrong � I LOVE to masturbate but girls like me needs more!
In desperation I found myself calling a few escort agencies in Columbus and
selected the one that seemed the most professional and discriminating. I
figured if they were that way when choosing their girls then hopefully they
would be with the guys as well. The agency checked out potential clients to be
sure they were not felons, wanted criminals or known sex offenders. Although the
agency does not officially sell or promote sex, let's face � a guy doesn't pay
$1,000 or more just for pleasant conversation.
I was warned that the men would assume that I was also available for additional
"services" which were negotiated that evening between me and him. The agency's
policy was that anything I arranged with him was entirely my business and
responsibility. The guy paid the agency for the evening so I never had to deal
with money which also provided protection against prostitution charges. It was
up to me to establish what "tip" I got if I decided to go beyond the standard
"date. The agency also provided transportation each way in the form of a taxi
that picked me up at the school, dropped me off at the arranged location, and
then was available to take me back no matter I called. I got a paycheck twice
a month just like any other job, taxes deducted and all!
My first "job" was a bachelor party which turned out to be one of the most
exciting events of my life to date. I can hardly express the thrill I got
seeing 10 guys lusting over me the way they did. It was a tremendous ego
booster I can tell you that much for sure. I wound up doing more than just
stripping � a LOT more.
When it came to the single escort duties I limited myself to married men over
40, preferable with a family and from out of state. My past experience with
older guys was that they generally treated me better than the young ones. As
for being married, I figured that would ensure they were discreet. I wanted
them to be from out of state in hopes that would prevent them from trying to
contact me afterwards. Finally, I also set a strict rule that only one date per
guy � no repeats under any circumstances. I was doing this for fun and I wanted
variety. Plus, I didn't want there to be even a remote chance that someone
would think we were forming any type of "relationship".
Mike was my first escort. He had looked handsome in his profile picture and had
written a clever and entertaining introduction. He was from Chicago but what
caught my eye was that he had always been married to the same woman. After
days of anticipation we met and it turned out to be a fun and sexual evening.
It turned out that he had a daughter my age and a hidden desire to have sex with
her. Morally he could never do that in real life so I became his "daughter" for
the evening. It was the first time I had played out someone's fantasy in such
an intense and erotic fashion which is probably why I reached orgasm several
times during the course of the evening. The success of that night was enough to
convince me to continue on with my escort career.
Chapter 2 � Getting Ready for My Second Client
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So anyway, given all this I was once again in a taxi, heading to the east side
and a rendezvous with my next client. According to his profile, John was 45 and
had been married to his wife for ten years yet he had four children, three by
previous marriages (it didn't say just how just how many marriages!) and a
fifteen year-old boy with his current wife. Doing the math with this guy was
next to impossible! I figured they must have had a child out of wedlock or
maybe even while he was married to someone else. Any way you looked at it, he
wasn't the poster child for marital stability, that was for sure! What drew me
to him and agree to meet was the profile introduction that he had written. As
you might guess, I like a guy who is literate and can express himself. I also
have a low tolerance for men who beat around the bush (no pun intended) and
can't (or won't) express their true feelings. Well, Mike's profile description
was certainly not vague. I copied it here to help out all the guys who want to
know what I look for in a guy!
Hello!
My name is John and I'm a 45 year old father of four currently living in the St.
Louis suburbs. At 6 feet and 220pounds I may not be as I was when in my college
prime but I still wear a 36 inch belt with the original holes. All the curly
hair I was born with is still hanging in there and I was blessed by my parents
with their Irish heritage and looks. I am a professional with a PhD in political
science so I would like to think that I am not totally stupid although some of
my past wives might have a different opinion.
Speaking of past marriages, three of my children are from them and as wonderful
as they are it is a relief for them to all be out of school and out on their
own. My fourth was a product of my union with Dana, my lovely wife of 10 years
and counting. He is fifteen now and quite the lady's man - a chip off the old
block if you don't mind me saying that. What I mean is the old man knows how to
treat a woman and can't get enough of them as you may have guessed from the
lasting power of my earlier marriages. Dana should know me better than to expect
me to be a faithful husband disdaining all others. After all, she was one of my
"other women" which including bearing my son during my previous marriage. I
guess she must be either totally in love with me or just na�ve because she truly
believes I am so infatuated with her that I stopped my womanizing when we got
married. Thankfully she still doesn't know I did her sister during our wedding
reception (and not for the first OR last time)! Bless her heart, I love her
dearly and hope to spend the rest of my life with her but hey, some things are
just in the genes.
So why would any sane woman want to spend an evening with someone like me? Quite
simply, you know exactly what you're getting � no games or pretenses. I can
promise an evening you won't soon forget, no matter what your background or
experience. I travel extensively around the world and when my evenings are free
I enjoy spending them with women of all shapes, sizes and cultures so don't
worry that you may not be my "type". I grew up in a generation that taught men
to respect all woman and to be a gentleman meaning I will always show
consideration for you. As for being a gentleman, well let's just say I promise
to behave myself in public. Do you really want me to otherwise?
So let's hit the town and see what happens. Nothing premeditated; dinner at a
comedy club? A rousing round of competitive miniature gold? An intense evening
of political debate over a remarkable Chablis? Hey, I'm game for most anything
so see you soon!
Quite the profile isn't it? Well, there are a lot of folks on some of the
adult websites I've looked at could take some lessons. Once I read this in the
profile my agency sent me I was instantly hooked - he sounded like just the type
of guy I signed up for in the first place. Face it, I wasn't looking for a
boyfriend or a lover. All I wanted was to have some fun and get laid and John
sounded like just the ticket.
I accepted the appointment and the agency hooked us up through their brand new
e-mail system which maintained both of our privacies. We exchanged a couple of
messages and he offered to take me out to a GameWorks club in a fancy mall on
the east side of Columbus. I checked it out on the Internet and found it to be
advertised as "the ultimate destination for a total entertainment experience
where guests can eat, drink, party and play." I had never even heard of it let
alone been there but when I mentioned it to some of my friends they all said it
was a great place so I accepted and we were set.
Riding in the back seat of the cab, I pulled out a mirror from my purse and gave
myself a once-over. I was dressed totally different from my first escorting
job. Instead of a killer evening dress and an all-afternoon fight trying to
make my hair do SOMETHING, I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a peasant
girl style sleeveless halter top. The jeans were a size (or two) too small
making them a challenge to get on but by sucking in my stomach and clenching my
butt I was able to finally zip them up and button them. It was worth the effort
when I saw how they form-fitted my ass as if they had been painted on. Well, no
panties with these babies on, that was for sure! Hopefully I wouldn't have to
use the little girls room too often either.
I didn't want to wear anything that had to be tucked in plus the halter showed
off my flat stomach which I starved myself to keep so why not let people see it!
I had chosen what was normally the unthinkable and wore a strapless bra under my
halter. With the peasant style halter the way it was it didn't matter if I wore
one in terms of showing off since I could have leaned completely across a table
and not showed anything. Instead I was thinking of what might happen later and
hoped that the bra would make the act of undressing a bit more sensual and
erotic. Bras may be a pain in the ass (at least for those of use who don't need
them to keep our boobs off our laps) but they are always a sure-fire way to turn
on guys! This one was not exactly from Victoria Secret but rather straight of
the JC Penny winter catalog juniors section. Again, I was thinking ahead and
hoping it would give me more of that "little girl" appeal to this older man.
To finish things off I had a pair of white sneakers with white anklets. I
decided to go sans jewelry, not even a watch. Instead of spending hours trying
to put some life in my useless hair, I just pulled it back into a pony tail and
let it go at that. Minimal makeup � just enough blush to give some color to my
cheeks, a bit of shadow to deepen my eyes, and some light lipstick to make my
lips look moist. I pulled my trusty old bottle of Charlie from my purse and
freshened myself up just as we pulled into the parking garage.
The taxi stopped at the entrance inside the garage and I signed the slip for the
driver. He gave me his card and said to call him when I was done and let him
know where I was. I smiled a bit at that, obviously he knew this was not to be
my final destination tonight! This must have been a pretty good gig for him.
Since the agency didn't know when I would be finished, he was on call the entire
night so I wouldn't have to wait for someone to be located to pick me up just in
case I needed to leave quickly. Hey, the agency was paying for it! I entered
the mall, went up the steps and walked past a comedy club � a pace I would love
to go sometime if I could, and saw the GameWorks on the other side of the
hallway. I had a red ribbon tied to my purse as we had arranged so when I
approached the entrance a gentleman stepped forward and greeted me.
Chapter 3 � Playing Games With Mike
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"Hi!! You must be Kelly. Wow! You look even better in person than you do on
your profile! I'm John, your date for the evening."
Well, that was a pleasant if not overwhelming introduction. He took my hand and
shook it warmly, looking me in the eye and smiling. The one thing I noticed
most was he did NOT do. Most guys never get to my eyes; they start at my legs,
move up to my waist and then work their way to my boobs and either stop there or
go back down again. John actually looked at ME, as if he was truly interested in
Kelly and not just her body. Hmmmmm, this was interesting and I felt a bit
unnerved actually.
To be honest, over the years I have learned to deal with the stares and ogling
eyes and actually have grown to appreciate them as a testimony to my sexuality.
In that moment I realized that I actually EXPECTED to be objectified and so when
this stranger didn't follow the routine I was thrown off balance for a second.
Usually at this point all I had to do was wiggle my hips a bit or let my boobs
bounce and I knew he was hooked. Mike was going to be interesting, that much I
could tell already.
We chatted for a brief moment about the usual stuff - my trip down, the weather
and how we were both doing (both doing well of course). Then Mike lead me to
the entrance where he had already purchased passes for the evening. He helped
fasten mine around my wrist and just that easy we were in.
The first thing that struck me was the noise! The place was playing loud music
and there were games of all types making random sounds while flashing colored
lights. Although it was only 8:00, the place was already packed and I noticed
most of the crowd was on the younger side making Mike one of the older-looking
men there. I didn't mind, he was even more handsome than his profile picture
and the self-depreciating comment in his profile about his weight didn't do him
justice. He was in better shape than half the young guys and looked much more
self-assured and mature. I felt comfortable by his side and felt sort of proud
actually to be seen as his date.
For the next hour we moved through the place trying out the various games. It
was wild and the simulation games proved to be my favorites. I loved the
racecar races and we competed against each other over and over. He was the
perfect date in that while I beat him every time, I was never sure if he let me
or not. As we worked our way around he would first hold me by the waist or put
his arm around my shoulder. I noticed though that it didn't take long for his
hands to begin to wander and soon instead of resting on my hips I felt one
holding my ass. When I didn't resist it emboldened him to start squeezing it.
I looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
"Hmmmmm, so you like my ass Mike?" I said in a teasing voice.
"You know damn well I do you little tease," he replied with a chuckle. "In fact,
I think you know EXACTLY what you've been doing every step of the way so far
tonight."
I gave him an innocent pout saying, "Now what do you mean by that Mike?"
Mike reached down lower, cupped my ass cheek in his hand, and lifted me up to
the point where he was actually bringing me up onto my toes.
"Now won't get me wrong but I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday and
you're not the first escort I've been with. I have to say though that you've
got the 'na�ve school girl' routine down to an art form and I love it." He
paused and looked deep into my eyes. His grip on my ass loosened and his tone
softened. "I AM curious about one thing about you though. When do I get to see
the real Kelly?"
I kept looking at him with the same innocent look and he slapped my butt as he
said in a more forceful voice, "I know you understood me. You intrigue me and
trust me, that hasn't happened for me with anyone for a long time. I want the
REAL Kelly. What is it you want? I mean really want and no more games, OK?"
I had no clue what to say. For a moment I thought I might cry. I knew what I
wanted but how could I tell him? I was the escort and he was the client. Why
couldn't he just play along and fuck me? If I wanted a date there were a lot of
guys who would take me out at school and I frequently went out with a number of
friends. Only problem was the damn Lifestyle Guidelines at school that
expressly forbade sex. People who have never attended a school like mine have
no idea the pressure that is applied to follow these rules and the result was
while I had a good time, I never got to even so much as give a blowjob. There
was only one reason I was here tonight and it wasn't the money. I just wanted
sex - was that to much to ask?
Mike brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek. "Now now, don't get all
emotional on me. Let's be honest, we're not here tonight to play video games. I
think you want exactly what I do so why don't we leave and go do it?"
Thank goodness, enough of the charade and down to business. As he said this his
hand was working my ass again, squeezing it and lifting up on it. I glanced
around to see if anyone was seeing what he was doing to me but so far he had me
positioned in a corner such that his groping hand was hidden from view.
Actually I liked what he was doing � no, I should say that I loved it. My entire
ass has always been a major erotic zone for me and I love it when anyone plays
with it, even myself. His hand was big enough to cup my entire butt cheek in it
and his grip on me felt fantastic! Despite what he had said, it was time to get
back into the game��. I reached down do his crotch and pressed my palm against
him and was pleased to feel the hardness behind his pants. I flashed a foxy
smile,
"Well Mike," I answered by in the sexiest voice I had in my arsenal, "it sounds
like you know what you want so why not just do it � or should I say, do me?"
Mike laughed and started to lead me out. "That's my girl," he chuckled, "Damn, I
can't believe we wasted away an entire hour here!"
Mike led me by the ass to the parking garage, never taking his hand off me the
entire way despite the looks of more than a few people in the crowd. He opened
the door of a large white SUV that he had rented judging by the sticker with the
bar code in the back window. Only thing was, he didn't open the door to the
passenger side but rather the one to the back seat! I gave him with a
questioning look and he just smiled saying, "I'm in no hurry to get to the
hotel, are you?"
What the hell, why not? I got in and slid over to the opposite side of the rear
bench seat as he climbed in and shut the door behind us. The windows were
tinted heavily so with the lights in the garage I could see outside like it was
daytime but I knew from when we approached the truck that it was almost
impossible to see inside with the glare of the lights. The mall was crowded this
time of night and he had parked on the main isle leading to the entrance so
there was a constant stream of people walking by. I turned to Mike to see him
facing me and already unbuckling his jeans. I didn't say or do anything but just
kind of looked at him with a "Aren't you forgetting something?" expression.
Mike looked puzzled for a second and then laughed.
"Oh yea, I know. Don't worry," he said with a wink, "I know the fee was just
for the date. Trust me, I am a great tipper � provided the service is good."
I was glad he took the hint so easily. So far in my limited escorting "career"
I had not had to "negotiate" a tip. With my first escort client we didn't even
discuss it but he was good enough to leave me something anyway. Tonight I was
glad Mike at least claimed he was generous and would take care of it. I
realized I should have established a price but now I would just have to wait and
see how it turned out. I silently vowed that next time I would be better
prepared and not leave it to chance.
With that little matter out of the way he quickly dropped his pants to his
ankles along with a pair of black silk boxer shorts. He sat his bare and hairy
ass on the cool leather seats and put one leg up on the seat in between us so I
had a good look at his crotch with a rapidly growing cock. He had a nice bush of
pubic hair which he had trimmed down to less than an inch in length. I love
hairy cocks so this was a minor disappointment.
The good part was he was BIG and getting bigger by the second it seemed. Not
the porn star ten inch big but I figured it was at least eight inches and thick
as well what was even more important to me. Amazingly for his age it didn't have
a blemish on it and the head was nice and pink. It had a bit of an upward curve
to it and from the looks of it, was going to be hard as a rock and stiff as a
board rather than remaining a bit flexible the way a lot of larger cocks did.
My eyes were glued to it and I could feel my pussy warming as my tongue ran over
my lips in anticipation of feeling it between them. It looked like the perfect
cock and I wanted it!
"So you just going to sit there or are you going to suck my dick?" he said as if
it was the most natural thing in the world to jump into a truck in the middle of
a crowded parking garage and start having oral sex. "Damn girl, you look like
you are starving for some cock!"
He was right, I WAS starving for some cock and the hungry look on my face must
have betrayed me. Well, it wouldn't be the first time I had sucked cock in an
SUV in the middle of a crowd (hint � my dad owns an SUV) so why not? I sank
down on my knees on the carpeting and put my hands on his thighs. He grabbed me
by the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch. The first thing I
noticed was his male odor - that heavy musky scent men get when they are horny
and sweaty. After all the running around the past hour he was really strong and
I drew in a deep breath to savor it.
With one hand I took his cock by the base and started to rub it against my
cheeks, nose and lips. I enjoyed the feeling of the velvety soft skin of the
head against my face. Then I licked just the tip of it, running my tongue in
small circles around the opening and then in wider circles as I worked around
it. Finally I was licking under the ridge if the head and he was already
groaning with pleasure. It was feeling so large and stiff in my hand with my
fingers wrapped around the base. I started licking the shaft, working my way up
and down it like a large popsicle, first on one side, the bottom and then the
top side before working around it again.
Mike's hands were still on my head, gently pulling me into him, harder if it
seemed to him that I was trying to pull away which was totally unnecessary since
there was no way I was going to do anything like that now. Trust me, the last
thing I wanted to do was stop! With his cock glistening in the dim light from
my saliva, I took the fat head in my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I could.
"Oh my god Kelly," Mike groaned, "that's incredible! Take it all in"
I released my hold on his head with a bit of a loud slurping sound. I could
hear people walking right by the SUV, just a couple of feet away from where I
was giving head. Kids were laughing and carrying on and I wondered what their
parents would say if they knew what was going on inside the SUV they were
walking by. I ignored his request to take him all in, at least for them moment.
I was going to tease him, make him beg for me to take him in and so I took about
another inch of him in my mouth, ran my tongue around it and then let it out
again up to the head which I kept in my mouth. Down again I went, this time
just a little bit farther, again licking him and twisting my head to increase
the sensations I wanted him to experience.
I did this over and over, diving down on him and the slowly letting him back out
again, each time going down a little bit farther, taking more of his hot
throbbing cock into my mouth. Finally I felt it pushing against the back of my
throat and I saw I still have another inch or so to go. Time for some of my
specialty � the deep throat blowjob.
The next time down when I felt him pressing in the back of my throat I pushed my
head down into him, driving his cock down my throat. My first natural reaction
was to gag but I had long ago learned to relax and let it continue to push down
my throat without throwing up (there had been a few embarrassing moments early
on believe me!). I felt it filling my throat and kept pushing my head down into
it until my mouth met the base of his crotch. I wiggled my head to try and
drive him in even deeper and he started to really moan out loud. His hands were
pulling my head down hard onto his cock as he said those words I had been
waiting to hear, him pleading with me to take every bit of him in my throat.
"OH FUCK that feels so good!" he exclaimed, "You're so small I never would have
though you could take it all. Suck it bitch, suck it all. God damn it all
you're an incredible whore!"
I still had to breathe so I pulled my head upwards. I was getting lightheaded
and afraid I might pass out by the time was I finally was able to take a breath.
After that I worked my magic on his cock, alternating between violent sucking to
gentle caresses with my lips and tongue as I did one of my most favorite things
in all the world � sucking cock.
He must have been really horny because I had been at it for only a few minutes
before I started feeling the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. His hips
were instinctively thrusting upwards to help drive his cock in my mouth and his
breathing was getting fast and heavy. Best of all, I could feel it swelling
even more as it began to prepare to discharge its load of cum.
"Don't stop now!" Mike cried out, "Fuck it I'm cumming!!!"
And so he did � gallons of it or at least that's what it felt like on the
receiving end. I had his head in my mouth and I could feel the bitter salty
taste of his creamy cum as he jerked and his cock spewed its first load of sperm
into my waiting mouth. Again and again he came, each time he cried out and I
felt his hips rise up to push it farther in me. I couldn't keep it all in my
mouth so some of it started to leak out side of my mouth and I could feel it
running down my chin and dripping onto the seat. One last spasm and he was
though.
I was ready to keep sucking him until he was hard again but he had other plans
in mind. Mike pulled up his pants and got out of the SUV, walking around and
then getting back in again into the driver's seat. I was still fully dressed
but my face was a mess and I was not anxious to get out and have all those
people see me with cum dripping off my flushed face. Not that it wouldn't have
been a turn on to see the shock in their faces but some prissy mom might call
security. I wormed my way up to the front passenger seat and found a box of
tissues in the glove box which I used to wipe the cum off of me.
Mike looked over at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Damn girl, that was
a fantastic start! Now let's get going back to my room so I can take care of
you as well." I just smiled and it was only a few blocks until he reached the
Hilton hotel where he must have been registered.
Chapter 4 � Getting Down to Business
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We walked to his room, his hand on my ass the entire way of course. He had an
executive room which meant it was larger than the typical room with a king-sized
bed and a full-sized couch in addition to the usual chair and desk. I noticed
there was a bottle of wine
in the ice bucket and he caught me looking at it.
"I know you're under 21 but I figured it would be OK in the privacy of our
room," he said. I started to tell him that I never drank on dates; actually I
never drank at all except for a rare glass of wine at dinner with my parents.
Then I stopped and figured I would just sip it to make him happy. The LAST
thing I wanted was to get drunk and to be perfectly honest, I didn't want him to
be either. He quickly popped the cork and filled two glasses. I was pleased he
that he fill mine only about a third of the way. I took a sip and found it to
be not bad, rather sweet but with a nice flavor. I am really not a wine person
so I don't know how to describe it in the proper terms but it was good.
We were sitting on the couch by then, our wine glasses on the table in front of
us and it was almost like an innocent high school date in somebody's living
room. I knew that it was soon to become far less innocent though and Mike
picked it up as if he could read my thoughts.
"Strip for me Kelly," he demanded, "Nice and slow. I'm sure you know how."
Well, I certainly did so I stood up and gingerly stepped onto the table so I was
looking down at him on the couch. He turned on the radio which he must have
already tuned to a rock station and music filled the room. I began to sway in
front of him in time to the music, gently moving back and forth on my heels,
twisting and rotating my ass for him as seductively as I could. My outfit
really wasn't the best for this though. My jeans were so tight that taking them
off was really something I needed to be laying down in bed. I unsnapped them
and slowly drew the zipper down, letting the flaps open up. As tight as they
were though they were going nowhere so I had to push them down hard to get them
off my ass.
It wasn't exactly the most erotic stripping I ever did as it was hard work to
get them off but eventually they were down to my ankles. I slipped out of my
shoes so I could take them off the rest of the way and then I kicked them over
to him as he sat back and watched with a grin on his face. Without any panties
on that left me bare-assed with just my halter and bra on. I smiled as he took
my jeans and held the crotch up to his nose and took in a deep breath. With all
I had done this evening already I imagined they smelled pretty strongly of my
pussy and the smile on his face confirmed it.
With my bare butt and pussy now exposed, I put my shoes back on and danced
slowly in front of him, playing with myself and wiggling my ass for him. I was
pleased when he took off his own jeans and underwear, sitting bare-ass on the
couch and stroking himself as he watched me put on a show for him. I turned
around and bent over until I could grab my heels. I saw him upside down between
my legs and smiled as I saw he was staring at my bald pussy.
Gradually I worked off my halter top until I was wearing nothing but my bra and
heels. I was glad for once to be wearing a bra. As I pulled off my halter I
knew he was expecting to see my boobs and when my bra appeared I could see his
eyes rolling and I knew I was successful in teasing him further. I didn't want
to be too bad though and before long the bra joined my other clothes in the pile
next to him, leaving me in just my heels as I moved to the music just a couple
of feet in front of him.
It wasn't long before he was no longer able to control himself. He reached up
and picked me up off the table and carried me over to the bed. I couldn't help
but breath a slight sigh of relief when he pulled back the comforter and opened
the sheets. I had seen too many TV shows with black lights that showed what was
on those comforters and my skin crawl whenever I laid on one ever after. He
literally dropped my in the bed on my back and I laid there spread-eagle for
him. He pulled off his shirt and now he was totally nude so I could see his body
for the first time. Damn he wasn't bad for an older guy! He and the weight
room must have known each other pretty well as he had firm muscles and no beer
gut whatsoever.
His big cock was fully erect by now and it was pointing straight out from him,
parallel with the floor. I licked my lips in anticipation of feeling it in me
and I hoped that I wouldn't have to wait long for my hunger to be satisfied.
Mike spread my legs wide apart and shoved a pillow under my ass, raising my
pussy a few inches from the bed. I still had my heels on but he didn't touch
them. Mike took my legs and raised them up until my feet were on each side of
his head, my lower legs resting on his shoulders. He took his cock in his hand
and guided it to my wet pussy, rubbing my pussy for a while first before
entering me. His head split open my lips as I closed my eyes and waited for him
to violate me.
Mike would have none of that though. "Don't close your eyes Kelly, I want you to
see me fuck you." I did as he demanded, bunching the pillow under my head so I
could keep an eye on my pussy where he was now beginning to push himself into
me. I had been waiting all week for this and he didn't disappointment me. I
thought I was going to split in half as his fat cock head forced its way into
me. I was more sensitive in the first inch or so of my pussy than I was anywhere
else inside of it so I loved it when he stopped with just his cock head in me
and started to move it around. Damn that felt good!
Eventually he pressed himself further into me until the base of his cock was
pressed tightly against my pussy. I was thinking of how wonderful it felt when
suddenly a cell phone starting ringing. My first thought was who the hell could
be calling me but it was his instead. The sound it made when it rang was one of
those custom alert sounds he must have downloaded from the Internet and I could
hear him swear something under his breath.
"Ignore it Mike," I begged him, "Don't stop fucking me!"
"Can't sweetie," he explained, "that's the wife's special ring and I'm suppose
to be all alone in my room doing some business homework."
I figured he would just pull out of me and leave me laying there all hot and
bothered while he got his wife off the phone as quickly as possible. Well,
needless to say I was a more than just a bit surprised at what happened next!
Mike kept his cock in me as he stretched for his pants on the floor and pulled
out his phone. He flipped it open and the next thing I knew he was talking to
his wife while he was still fucking me! It was absolutely surreal! I listened
as he told her how much he loved her and missed her, how lonely he was sitting
in an empty hotel room.
I would have given anything for a speaker phone and once again it was if he was
reading my thoughts. Instead of holding the phone and trying to fuck me at the
same time, he changed the phone to speakerphone mode and set it on the
nightstand next to the bed. Next thing I knew I was listening to the both of
them as they started discussing what they would do when he got back. Mike
looked at me with a grin and put his finger to his lips as he humped me. Well
duh! Obviously now would NOT be a good time for a loud moan and a passionate
cry of, "Fuck me Mike!".
The more he talked to his wife the more erotic it became for me. Mike was
telling her how lonely he was and how there was nothing for him to do while in
reality he was fucking the daylights out of an escort girl! She told him that
she loved him and missed him and he passionately told her how much he loved her
as well while at the same time pressing his cock in me as firmly as he could.
It was an incredibly sensual experience for me to actually witness and be a part
of his blatant betrayal of her loving trust in him that it set off a nice orgasm
in me. I had to restrain myself to keep it from being too big of one but it was
still an orgasm and that can never be a bad thing to have.
Mike must have felt my wet pussy squeezing his cock and together with the look
of joy that must have been on my face he knew I was cumming and a hug smile came
to his face. Every guy loves his ego to be stroked almost as much as his cock
and nothing does the job like thinking he is making a girl cum. Well, I was more
than happy to accommodate them!
Even though we couldn't say anything we communicated by hand signals or in some
cases Mike simply grabbed me and placed me how he wanted me. With the
speakerphone he had both hands free and we fucked in a number of positions.
Once he made an attempt to go for my ass but I pulled away and gave me a stern
look and he got the message � no anal with this girl! He look disappointed for
just a second but when I sat on his cock and bounced on it like I was trying to
drive him through the bed he soon forgot about it.
They must have been talking for half an hour by the time Mike was ready to cum.
The distraction of having to carry on a conversation with his wife as if nothing
was going on must have kept him from getting aroused enough to do it before then
or else he had tremendous self-control because I had been giving his cock my
all. Not that I was complaining of course! Maybe I should find a way for other
guys to talk to their wives if this was a good way to keep them going this long!
They were talking about some work that needed to be done on the house and
whether or not she should take care of it before he came home when a groan
escaped from him. His wife asked if he was OK and he told her his back was
hurting him again when in reality he was about to cum in me! He barely had time
to blurt out for her to hang on for a second while he got some Tylenol when his
orgasm began. He wasn't going to give it to me in my pussy though but instead
he pulled out quickly and started shooting it all over me. I had cum over my
stomach, boobs and even a bit on my face as he pumped his hips and milked his
erupting cock with his hand to drive it out as far as he could shoot it.
Considering he had just cum earlier I was impressed at how quickly his body had
reproduced so much in such a short time. I used my fingers to spread it out
over me like it as hand cream and soon my boobs and stomach had a sheen of cum
covering them.
Mike moved up the bed and straddled my chest, letting his cock hang down so I
could suck it. He shuddered when I first took his cock in my mouth, still hyper-
sensitive after his orgasm. I tasted his cum and licked his shrinking cock when
his wife called out asking him when he was coming home. Well, I knew when he
was cumming! They closed out their conversation as I continued to suck on him.
When she said goodbye it was all I could do to keep from calling out to her, to
tell her how good her husband's cock had felt in my pussy and how much I enjoyed
the flavor of his cum. Mike hung up and looked down at me with a big grin on
his face.
"Now THAT is how I wish every conversation with her went," he chuckled. "I
would talk to her every night if I had you sucking my cock at the same time."
I smiled as best as I could with my mouth full of cum and cock. I would have
kept sucking him all night if he wanted me to, I loved a cock in my mouth, hard
or soft as I figured a soft cock was just a few licks away from being a hard
one.
To my surprise though, Mike was evidently done for the night. That was the only
thing about older guys, they certainly didn't have the stamina of the young
guys! But in a way it was for the best as it was late and by the time I got
home it would be well after midnight. I had to take a shower though with all
the cum spread out over me. It was starting to dry and I knew from past
experience that it would itch like hell once it had. Mike laid back in the bed,
enjoying the afterglow of sex while I jumped in the shower and rinsed his cum
off of me. I scrubbed my pussy and was tempted to stay a little longer in the
shower to play but I figured I had plenty of time for that when I was home. I
dried myself off, got dressed and gave Mike a kiss on the cheek to wake him.
poor guy, he looked soooo tired!
"Thanks Kelly," he said, "You're a sweetheart. Hand me my wallet from my pants
babe."
I picked his pants up off the floor and pulled out his wallet. He took it and
counted out five bills and handed them to me � they were hundreds! My eyes
widened as he handed them to me.
"So ahead and take it girl," he said, "Hell you earned it. I just write it off
as an entertainment expense anyway." I took the money from him and stuffed it
in my purse. I started to leave when he called out to me. "Hey Kelly, I'll be
back in town next week. Any chance I can see you then?"
The last thing I was going to do was meet him again but I didn't want to say
that while I was with him in his hotel room. So far he had been a sweet guy but
I had no idea what he might do if I refused him. I figured it didn't matter
what I said since he would have to go through the agency anyway. They knew that
I never met guys twice so it would be up to them to break the news to him.
Since he had no idea who I really was or where I lived so all I had to do was
get out that door and everything would be OK.
"Give my agency a call Mike," I replied, "If I'm available I am sure they can
make the arrangements." Technically this was the truth but what I didn't tell
him was that I would never be "available" for him again. I walked out of the
room and felt like a million bucks as I went down to the lobby. I called my
taxi and he was there waiting for me in just a few minutes. He explained that
he assumed that we would be at this hotel since it was the nicest one around and
asked me if I had a good time. I just told him yes and left it at that. Last
thing I needed was a nosy cab driver!
In less than an hour later he was dropping me off at my dorm. Once again I
signed the voucher and this time I gave him a $20 tip. He looked at me and I
smiled, telling him that it had been a good night and left him with that to
think about. Back in my dorm room I was surprised to find Karen was still awake
reading a book. I couldn't remember the last time she was still up this late
unless she had been out for a date and I knew she hadn't one planned for
tonight. I was especially happy now that I had taken the time to shower before
leaving the hotel. It would have been hard to explain the strong scent of sex
that I am sure I would have reeked of otherwise!
I had now been out on two escorts and I classified them both as smashing
successes. I couldn't wait until morning so I could call my parents and tell
them about my evening. Dad always got so horny any time I told him about one of
my dates and this one should really get him going. Well, I bet mom was going to
be happy tomorrow night thanks to me!
THE END