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
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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
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   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 I’ve 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".

Greg 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.  I’m 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.  He’s 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 yeah, 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
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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 lying 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