Subject:     My Second Escort Job - John Talks to His Wife
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date:  February 25, 2005
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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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
==============================

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 fourteen, 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 Ive 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 that 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 string 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 ten 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 
forty, 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
==============================================

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 220 pounds 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.  Im 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 ten years and counting.  Hes 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 
   naοve 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 us 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 wore 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
===================================

"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.  Hmmmmmm, 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.

"Hmmmmmm, 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 'naοve 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 too 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 so 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 the 
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
====================================

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 soooooo 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 
