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Escort Service (MF, wife, intr, prost)
by Anonymous Author - 1996
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My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock kept invading
my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me, making my mind
wander....
Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these thoughts lead to
urges that I no longer could ignore. Every man I passed on the street
or worked with in the office became simply cock. Bananas, cucumbers,
hot dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were cock. My
mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for men's underwear, as I stared
at their nicely rounded packages. My pussy moistened at the mere
thought of dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with their
thick meat.
I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband. Each night I'd find new
tricks....all kinds of variations of fucking and sucking him, but my
mind still drifted to bigger cocks. Cocks that would stretch my mouth
and pussy to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan and
scream.
Finally, I knew I had to do something about this delicious torture I
was going through. After much thought, I looked into escort services,
visiting a dozen in a neighboring city. I made sure I selected only
the classiest of them, ones with clients who expect the best, and who
are discrete. Hoping to reduce the odds of finding a man with a cock
that would own me, I put on my application that I preferred to escort
black men exclusively.
A week later I got a call at work from Prestige Escorts. The woman
explained that they'd been given a request for an escort who would
entertain a young black man who was coming to the city to try out for
the university's basketball team. He was kind of shy, and not
accustomed to citylife, and the request was for an older woman he
could be comfortable with. The escort would include dinner and
sightseeing, with the intent to show him how nice it would be to go to
school there. Was I interested?
My hands were shaking! I said I was, and asked for a little more
information. I was told he was 18 from Georgia, 6'8" tall,
well-mannered and somewhat shy. Prestige would arrange for a
limousine for Friday evening. All I had to do was drive to the city.
My pussy stayed wet for the next two days as I contemplated my date.
A young black man! 6'8" tall! I licked my lips as I thought of
standing next to him...my mouth even with his cock....a cock I dreamed
would be a real jaw breaker....a real pussy stuffer.
At work I excused myself frequently to go to the ladies room and
stroke my aching clit when images of feeding on his meat filled me,
bringing myself to draining orgasms.
After what seemed like an eternity, the night came. I told my husband
I had to go out of town suddenly, and that I'd return Sunday. I'd
already packed my bags, and left from work, arriving at my hotel with
an hour to spare. I quickly showered and shaved my legs...and after a
few moments of debate, decided to trim my bush very close, so only a
hint of hair was left. I had to restrain myself from playing with my
overheated pussy as I trimmed, knowing it would be better later when I
went wild all over my black fuck toy.
I purposely went light on cosmetics. I didn't want him to think I was
a whore, although I hoped to be his private slut in a few hours. I
put a light pink glossy lipstick on, just enough for him to notice. I
wanted him to focus on the lips he would be prying apart. I then
perfumed with Vanilla Musk...my neck, my wrists, between my breasts ,
the insides of my thighs, my ass cheeks. Next, I put on a wispy black
lace bra and matching panties, and finally the thigh-high pantyhose I
purchased in honor of the occasion.
The dress I selected was a long, black silk, slit up one side to just
above my knee. I always got great compliments from men when I wore
it, and tonight I craved more than compliments! Dignified three inch
black heels finished my look. I added a single small string of pearls
around my neck, and diamond earrings. The reflection in the mirror
was very flattering. I looked like a nice, warm, comforting
woman....who couldn't wait to eat her fill of black cockmeat.
The front desk called, notifying me the limo had arrived. After a
last look in the mirror, and a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and
headed for the door. At the last minute I stopped and shimmied out of
the panties, already wet with my juices, and flung them on the bed.
My pussy got a little jolt when the driver opened the door to the limo
for me (after giving me a very slow once-over), and I laid eyes on my
date. Alan introduced himself, and shook my hand, and he was
obviously shocked to see an attractive, older white woman. I sat
across from him in the big back seat area, smiling all the time, and
we made small talk as my mind tried hard to concentrate on his words.
He was young and attractive, but I was more interested in what he had
for me between his legs. He was wearing pleated dockers that were
kind of baggy, so I couldn't get a very good idea of his package.
We arrived at a nice restaurant, were seated, and had a nice dinner.
I made sure to order a couple of good bottles of wine, over Al's
blushing protests that he was too young, and had never had any before.
By desert, I'd stared the conversation around to his romantic life,
and he blushed again when he said he'd never had a real girlfriend
before, because of the time he spent practicing basketball, and
keeping up with his studies. A fresh flood of juice wetted my pussy
as I thought of how nice it would be to show this young man what a
woman's holes are for.
After dinner I told Al that I'd forgotten something back at the hotel.
I asked the driver to take us back, and I again sat across from him,
this time being much less modest about crossing my legs. Al was
really happy now, feeling more comfortable, and the wine had him
loosening up quite a bit. I watched him sneaking glances at my legs,
and I made sure he saw plenty of thigh. Every time we laughed , I
leaned over and touched his thigh, letting my hand linger and press
just a little bit longer, and I told him each time how much fun he
was. By the time we reached the hotel, I'd moved next to him, my
dress draped to expose my thighs above the tops of my nylons. The
scent of my drenched pussy mingled in the air with my perfume,
intoxicating Al all the more.
We walked together through the lobby to my room, getting long stares
from everyone, this little white woman with this very tall black man.
I could imagine what they were thinking...obviously a whore,
paid to service this guy's cock...to eat it, to fuck it, to drink his
come. All of which made me decide to go for it immediately.
We entered my plush room, and I told Al I'd be right back as I walked
into the bathroom. I left the door open a crack so I could see if he
took the bait I'd left for him. I walked around shyly, then spotted
my panties on the bed. My clit hardened and pulsed when he picked
them up, glanced my way, and put them to his nose. My knees almost
gave way when he breathed deep, and his hand went to his crotch. He
was squeezing his cock! His pants quickly bulged out in front...it
looked like he'd stuffed a grapefruit in there! I felt weak. I could
feel my pussy spasm, and a trickle of juice begin to run down the
inside of one thigh.
I sneaked back into the room, careful not to let him hear me. I was
behind him, and watching him sniffing my panties while he worked his
cock with the other hand was too much to take.
"See what you did to me, before we even met?" I cooed. Al spun
around, flustered as hell.
"I...I...uhm...I'm sorry, Celeste...I didn't mean to...." he mumbled,
dropping the panties. "Maybe I should go...I'm so sorry".
"Nonsense, sweetheart", I whispered, moving towards him, his big cock
lump almost at eye level. " We've got a lot of night left, and I have
a few ideas about what you can do to make it up to me".
I stood in front of him, and pushed him gently back onto the bed. He
was so tall, his feet were still on the floor. I grabbed the panties,
and crawled up over him, straddling his narrow hips, my pantyless
pussy settling on his bulging cock. Putting my panties to his nose, I
whispered "Do you smell me? I had these on when I was getting ready
to meet you. Do you know how they got that way? Thinking about
looked into his startled eyes, and your cock...thinking about how
thick it is....about how juicy it is....about you stuffing it into my
mouth...about you working it into my pussy...about you feeding me your
thick, hot come..."
He was squirming below me. I could feel his cock growing, pushing
against my open pussy, nudging my aching little clit. I began rubbing
myself on his lump...slowly. "You've got me so wet, Al" I whispered,
reaching down and running a finger between my sopping cunt lips. The
slight touch almost made me come. I scooped up some juice on a
fingernail and brought it to his lips. "Taste me". I trembled as his
lips tentatively touched my finger, and his tongue licked out. My
hips ground down hard on his cock, and he moaned.
"Celeste....I...I feel something funny..." he stammered. I felt
something too, but it wasn't funny. I felt hungry...starved for
cock....thirsty for come...lots of sweet, hot come.
"Let's get you out of these slacks. I'm afraid I'm getting them all
wet", I whispered as I slid down his body, rubbing myself across that
huge bulge until I was on my knees on the floor. My pussy had
saturated his crotch, and I breathed in my own scent as my chin rested
on the massive lump in his pants. My hands worked quickly, trembling,
opening my present, my desert, my cock. I pulled them off in one
pull...and nearly fainted with lust. His white cotton briefs were
obscenely stretched upwards...so much so, his leg openings were pushed
wide open, allowing me to look inside. His cock was pointing down in
his briefs, all bunched up and constrained, with what looked like a
small apple pushing against the cotton...and apple leaking something
far more delicious than cider, soaking his briefs...
"My, what do we have here?", I cooed. "You just relax, Al. I think
I know how to take care of this problem of yours".
I mouthed him through his briefs, squeezing the sides of his meaty
shaft with my lips. He was hung like a horse. I opened my mouth wide
and tried to take his shaft between my teeth, but couldn't. His
precum smelled like salted butter. I could hear it squeezing out his
cockhead with each bite I took along his thick stalk. The thought of
his cumhole opening and closing, oozing delicious cream made my cunt
convulse, and more of my juices ran down my thighs. I had to see this
monster...
Wrapping my fingers into his waistband, I slowly tugged down his
briefs. Each inch exposed more of his huge cock. I moaned loudly
when the base came into view...it looked as big around as a wine
bottle. A long, thick vein stood out on the top, pulsing with each
beat of his heart as I exposed more and more cockmeat. When I reached
his cockhead, his underwear hung up on the deep ridge. I pulled
harder, and his cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach before
coming to rest.
"My god", I murmured. He wasn't incredibly long, maybe eight inches,
but his cock looked like a thick, black eggplant with an apple stuck
on the top. I reached up with both hands and pulled it down for a
closer look. My fingers barely touched. I could feel it pulsing,
almost prying them apart. His cockhead was enormous His balls were
the size and shape of peaches, a light fuzz covering them. They
looked very, very ripe. his meat...lighter colored, glistening with
his precum... a cumhole so wide, it looked like I could fit a dime
into it. I took it between a thumb and forefinger, and squeezed it
gently, watching his cock mouth open and close, drooling out thick
white cream. It was so soft and spongy...so meaty...
Al was moaning constantly...almost one long moan....since I'd started
playing with him. His hips were bucking with each little squeeze I
gave his cockhead. "Ohhhh...Celeste........I.think........I
....Ohhhhhhhhh"
I felt his shaft stiffen and lurch, and before I could do anything,
his cockhead swelled and his fat cock erupted, spitting out a thick
ribbon of sperm that hit me between my eyes. I quickly started
milking his shaft, squeezing and releasing, pumping him. I felt each
load plastering my face, and I opened my mouth, panting blindly as I
tasted his rich, creamy come dropping off my nose onto my outstretched
tongue. My pussy spasmed and a sudden, sharp orgasm overtook me, my
thighs trembling. I held onto his bloated cock for balance as the
last of his pent-up sperm dripped onto my breasts.
I wiped my eyes, licking the come off my fingers. He was so damn
delicious. I was glad it turned out this way. I'd been debating
whether to swallow his whole load, or to taste some, and he'd taken
care of that decision for me! Al was breathing hard, his chest
heaving. "Oh Celeste...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that to
you!", he babbled. I stood so he could see me.
"Al....", I whispered. He opened his eyes, finding me cleaning my
face with my fingers, sucking and licking his come off of them,
smiling lewdly. His eyes were wide. "That was just an appetizer.
Lie down on the bed". He weakly pulled himself onto the bed, his head
resting on a pillow. " Now we are both ready for the main course
".
His spent cock flopped against his thigh. It was still quite fat, and
ugly in the most attractive way. Still coated with a wet white
cream...like a glazed chocolate e'clair. I straddled him again, this
time facing his meat, and bent down. My ass raised up, and for the
first time he saw a woman's pussy...a white woman's pussy, open and
swollen, with cunt juice running down her thighs. His musky come
smell made my head spin. Looking back at him through my legs, I said,
"Al....I want you just to look at my pussy....your pussy. I want you
to watch it as I suck your fat cock again. Watch it open for
you...watch it drip for you....watch it beg for your cock. A woman's
pussy is made to eat cocks like yours. I want you to think about how
good it will feel when you work your thick cockhead into my tight
little cunt...."
He moaned again, and returned my eyes to his meat. It was beginning
to show signs of life, lurching off his leg, a thick strand of come
connected from his cockmouth to his thigh. Opening my mouth wide, I
swooped down on it with no hands, my tongue lifting the slimy
cockhead, my mouth sucking it inside until it was trapped in back of
my teeth. I mouthed him like a slut, slurping loudly on the head. It
filled my mouth almost to the breaking point. I started rocking back
and forth, my mouth able to take in only another inch or two of his
wide cockshaft...I felt my cuntmouth opening and closing to the rhythm
of my sucking...wishing it had something to swallow, too.
I watched his cock fatten up...his balls begin to move. The head was
firming up in my hot mouth, no longer able to get past my teeth. I
made my lips into a wide, tight seal...like my pussy....and began to
suck him hard. His cockhead had mushroomed until it filled my mouth.
Maybe an inch of cockmeat was inside me...the rest was all tender,
juicy, fat cockhead. I twisted my head back and forth like a fish on
a hook, pumping him with my obscenely distended mouth, my lips just a
thin, tight line of flesh. My breathing was labored and my nostrils
flared as I worked on the huge cockflesh. Lewd, wet slurping sounds
escaped my lips with each suck, sounding like a pussy when it's fucked
my a thick cock.
My cunt, untouched, was convulsing. I was moaning like a whore around
his cock, humming as I ate. As I bobbed up and down on the top of his
cock, I could see the rest of his shaft...my tight lips causing the
veins in his big cock to swell with backed-up blood, the entire stalk
gnarled and bloated.
Without warning, Al began to hump up into my face, gently but
urgently. My stuffed mouth took in all it could, but it was wrapped
so tightly around his cock that all I could do was go along for the
ride. Saliva and left over sperm squeezed out from the corners of my
sealed lips with each thrust, hanging down in long lines to his
stomach, where it ran like a river to his balls. Al started groaning
deep in his throat, causing me to moan even louder around my huge
meal....and sending another long orgasmic wave crashing through my
poor, begging pussy.
While panting and snorting through my come, lost in it, I felt hands
on either side of my head...holding me steady as he humped
faster...using my mouth to jerk off with. I felt the bloated head of
his cock bumping my throat, gagging me a little, but Al couldn't help
himself. With a long loud cry, he pumped into my mouth faster and
faster, pushing my lips further down his shaft, and then his fat cock
started jerking, lifting my face with each throbbing lurch....
I felt his cockhead swell until I couldn't breathe, and then my entire
mouth was flooded with thick, gagging come. He rode my mouth like a
horse as what seemed like a pint of heavy cream filled me. I tried to
swallow, but there was too much. It made my throat convulse, and I
gagged and coughed, his seed spraying out from between my lips and
snorting out my nose. Another wave of orgasms made my knees collapse
as he worked my head on his erupting cock. My cheeks were bloated
with his sperm, my lips so tight it could only force its way out under
the pressure of his spurts.
Finally, Al let go of my head and his body went limp. I reached up
and gripped his slippery cockshaft with both hands, pulling hard,
until his giant cockhead pulled free from my lips with a loud, wet
pop. A river of thick sperm poured from between my lips as my head
fell heavily to his slimy stomach. I could feel come and saliva on my
face as a swallowed the heavy cream that coated my throat. Panting
like a racehorse, I washed my face in the come pool on his flat belly,
my tongue scooping up all I could get....sucking it into my
mouth....swallowing greedily. In my hands I could feel his well
sucked cock pulsing and jerking as it tried to rest.
I was content to rest, now. I'd come three times...without even being
touched....just from sucking this huge, fat, black cock. My pussy was
leaking sweet juice, making Al's chest all slippery and sweet
smelling. As I drifted off, I thought about how great it will feel to
teach Al about the pleasures of fucking a woman....especially this
little white woman, with the hungry pussy....like a bitch in heat.