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   (c) 1992 Richard K.  Hempsey

   Subject: STORY: The Call Girl

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   Sitting in my hotel room, over-looking the Detroit river, I stretched

   and opened my first can of beer.  It had been a long day at work.  This

   was my third day in Michigan on business.  Being from the South, the
cold

   weather didn't agree with me at all.  I'd just returned from dinner at

   an Italian restaurant in the same complex as the hotel.  It wasn't too

   bad, either.  Now I was planning on just sitting around the room for

   the rest of the evening, maybe enjoying a little basketball or an 'R'
rated

   movie on the tube.

   I walked over to the TV, and glanced at the list of movies currently

   playing on the pay-per-view channels.  Like a hundred other hotels

   I've stayed in over the years, there was a selection of soft-porn

   movies on a couple of channels to choose from.  The first one started at

   9:00 P.M.  I glanced at my watch and noted that it was already after
9:30 P.M.

   Feeling the slightest stirring in my jeans, I flicked on the tube and
went

   into the bathroom to clean and get comfortable while the set warmed up.

   Having changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tee-shirt, I settled
into

   the chair, sitting next to the one small table in the room.  The TV was

   facing me, and the set was tuned to the hotel's information channel.

   I glanced again at the guide on top of the TV, and turned the channel to

   one of the "Adult" channels (Channel 3, I believe).  Sure enough, there
was

   some blond taking her blouse off.  Her tits were kind of small, but she
had

   pretty nipples, which were standing out quite nicely.  Evidently she was

   Australian from her accent.  She and some stud started to screw on the
top

   of a pool table while I watched, my dick starting to harden in my
sweats.

   Well, this sort of thing went on for almost an hour (and 3 beers).  I
began to

   think that instead of just masturbating into a hotel towel for a reward
to my

   efforts, it sure would be a lot nicer to have a nice, soft, warm pussy
sucking

   my cock into it's depths while a heaving set of firm breasts lay beneath
me.

   And a pretty face smiling at me as I deposited my load in her snatch.

   I reached over to the telephone stand and opened the lower drawer, where

   the hotel always puts the Yellow Pages and phone book.  Yep, there it
was,

   a big, thick Yellow Pages book.  This wasn't the first time that I'd had
the

   urge to call one of the "Escort" services listed in the phone book.  But
I'd

   never done anything else than call and inquire about the rates.  I
randomly

   selected one of the Services listed, and dialed the number.  After a
couple of

   rings, a soft voice greeted me on the other end of the line.

   "Escort services."

   "Hi.  I was wondering what your services run."

   "It's 175.00 per hour."

   "Does that include tips?", I asked.  Some services seem to charge a base

   rate of 50.00 or 75.00, PLUS tips.

   "That's everything.  Are you interested in one of our ladies?"

   "Yes I am."

   "Let me have your name and and phone number, and I'll have one of our
girls

   call you back in about 15 minutes."

   I told the gal on the other end my name, and the phone number of the
room at

   my hotel.  I turned back to the TV set, wondering to myself if I really
would

   go through with it this time.  From the feeling in my prick, I figured
it was

   50/50.

   Sure enough, in about 10 minutes the phone started to ring.  So loud, in

   fact, that it startled me a little.  I could feel myself shaking just a
little

   bit, in anticipation of talking to a beautiful woman on the other end of
the

   phone who just might be sucking my dick in a short time.

   "Hi, is this Paul?"

   "Yes it is", I replied, my throat suddenly a little dry.

   "This is Angela from the escort service.  You asked for a girl?"

   "Uh, yes.  Hi Angela."

   "Where are you staying, Paul?"

   "I'm at the Westin Hotel downtown."

   "Are you interested?"

   Oh boy, I thought.  It's yea or na.  "What do you look like, Angela?"

   "Well, I'm about 5 feet 4, blonde hair, and weigh 110 lbs.  I'm
36-23-35. How

   does that sound?  And I'm 22 years old."

   Shit, I thought.  She sounds like a beautiful girl over the phone.  If
she

   looks half as good as she sounds, I'd be pleased.

   "I'm interested." Boy, my throat was as dry as the Sahara desert now.  I

   could feel a tingle in the palms of my sweaty hands.

   "Ok, Paul.  It'll take me about 45 minutes to get there.  You're in room

   1528, right?"

   "Right."

   "And how do you want to pay?  Cash or credit card?"

   "Cash."

   "Great!  I'll see you soon.  Bye."

   "Bye."

   I hoped that I wasn't completely fucking up.  I'd never done anything
like

   this before.  The excitement that it was creating was unbelievable.  I
felt

   kind

   of like I was going out on my first date.  What would she look like? 
Did girls

   like this really come on sexy, or did they just take your money and lay
there

   in the bed under the covers, with the lights off?  What would I say and
do when

   the time came?

   Those 45 minutes seemed like hours.  I decided to turn off the TV.  I
didn't

   need anymore stimulation than I'd already had just thinking about what
was to

   come.  I turned on the radio built into the TV, and tuned around until I
found

   a soft rock station.  Feeling as though I couldn't swallow, I went into
the

   bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got a drink of water.  Feeling a little
more

   calm, I decided that I'd act the stud, and not show Angela any sweat. 
I'd be

   dominant without too much macho; I knew what I wanted.

   At a little after 11:00 P.M.  I heard a knock at the door.  "It's
Showtime" I

   said to myself.  Going to the door, I opened it.  Standing in front of
me was a

   gorgeous brunette, smiling.  I immediately thought back to my earlier
images of

   sticking my hard prick into a luscious set of lips.  Yep, this would
play.

   "Hi, Paul.  I'm Angela."

   "Hi Angela.  Come on in." She was beautiful.  At least her face was, and

   what I could see of her figure, what with a heavy winter coat pulled
around

   her.

   "So, looking for a little company this evening?", she asked.

   "Yes.  I'm from out of town."

   Angela walked over to the small table, and looked around the room.  "Is

   there anywhere I can hang this?", she asked, pulling off her heavy coat.

   Her tits were perfect!  I could see the nipples sticking through the
thin,

   sheer material of her dark blouse.  She had the figure of one of those
girls

   you see all the time on MTV, or the late night network serials.  She was

   wearing a bra, but it must have been VERY sheer for those points to get
my

   attention as they did.

   "Sure.  Please, let me take that for you." I took her coat and hung it
in

   the hallway alcove.

   Angela turned toward me, smiled, and asked "Can I use your bathroom?  It
was

   a long drive."

   I nodded my head, and watched her tight ass sway as it disappeared into
the

   lavratory.  "Oh, boy.  Am I gonna have a good time tonight!", I thought.

   I made myself comfortable in one of the cloth chairs by the lone table,
and

   waited for Angela to re-appear.  After a couple of minutes, she walked
out of

   the bathroom and sat in the chair next to the built-in desk.

   "I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you have any identification,
Paul?

   Just a formality."

   I walked over to the next to Angela, and reached for my wallet laying on
the

   desk.  I took out my my driver's license and handed it to her.

   "Thanks" she said, and handed it back.  I could feel the warmth of her

   hands.  "I need to check in with the agency to let them know I'm here."

   Picking up the phone, she dialed a number, and, after a few seconds
spoke into

   the phone.  "This is Angela.  I'm here at the Westin OK.  I'll call you
later.

   Bye." Hanging up the phone, Angela turned towards me and smiled.  "We
might as

   well get business out of the way.  The agency told you our rates?"

   I replied that they had, and pulled two clean, crisp 100 dollar bills
from

   my wallet.  My hands shook slightly as I handed her the money.

   "Great.  Now that that's out of the way, why don't we get more
comfortable?"

   Saying that, Angela sat on the edge of her chair and took her shoes off.
I sat

   back down in the cloth chair to watch the show.  Angela proceeded to
take off

   her nylon stockings, revealing a set of firm, thin legs that seemed to
go on

   forever, considering her size.  She could tell by my silence that I was
turned

   on.  Standing up, she stretched, thrusting her ample boobs out in a
display of

   seductiveness.  She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and I could see the
first

   glimpses of her beautiful cleavage.  As she removed her blouse, she sat
back

   down and began to undo her skirt, which buttoned at the waist.  I
couldn't

   stand it any longer.  I just had to touch this woman.  I went over to
her, and,

   stooping to my knees, I began to nibble on one of her inner thighs.

   Angela laughed, and said "A romantic!".

   I sat back down as she stood up.  In a slow motion, she unhooked her bra

   from behind, and let it slowly drop below the firm mounds that they
covered.

   Her nipples already stood at attention.  Her breasts were awesome.  They
were

   large and firm, with a deep cleavage in between, with no sign of sag. 
She

   continued to remove the last vestiges of clothing as she pulled her
skirt off,

   and removed her black lace underwear in one fluid movement.  Her pussy
hair

   look soft and downy, just a small patch on her pubic mound.  It was a
chestnut

   brown in color, and looked good enough to eat, which is exactly what I
had in

   mind.  I stood up to kiss her, and my cock was at full mast.  She gave
me a

   soft French kiss that lasted for a full 30 seconds, then gently pushed
me back

   into the chair.

   Standing over me, she bent down, her full breasts swaying slightly with
the

   movement.  She reached for the waistline of my sweats, and undid the
draw

   string.  I lifted my hips as she pulled the sweats down and off of my
waist.

   Angela eyed my swollen cock for a minute, then leaned over and planted a
warm,

   sweet kiss right on it's head!  Taking the shaft in her hand, she slowly

   massaged it's length, then began to lick around the cap of my dickhead.
Her

   warm, wet mouth felt like heaven to my dick and my brain.  Angela gave
me

   sweet head for a couple of minutes, then sat up on her knees and began
to rub

   my swollen, throbbing meat in between those gorgeous tits.  First she
rubbed

   the head of my dick with one hard nipple, then the other.  Then she took
the

   length (seven inches) in between the mammoth globes and began to jack me
off

   with her tits.  As she did this, she looked up at me and smiled.

   "I love the taste of your cock", she said.

   Angela continued to move up and down with her tits on my prick for a few

   more minutes, then stopped and got up.  She walked over to the queen
sized bed,

   and turned down the cover.  Laying down on the bed on her back, she
slightly

   parted her golden thighs and showed me for the first time her sweet
pussy.  It

   looked to me as if there was already a trace of juice oozing from her.
If

   there wasn't, she was going to make some for me.  She put her left hand
in

   between her thighs and began to play with her pussy.  She rubbed her
clit, and

   began to moan softly as she twisted her hips slightly.  Her other hand
went to

   her left breast, and began to tweak it's nipple till it looked almost
painfully

   red and hard.

   "Paul, come over here and eat me!", she gasped as her fingers moved in

   circles around her beautiful cunt lips.  Her pussy looked like something
out of

   a Penthouse.  Her lips were full and pink, and her clit was clearly
visible,

   peeking at me from under it's hood.  I didn't need to be asked twice.  I
got on

   the foot of the bed and got my first taste of that luscious pussy.  It
tasted

   like honey to me.  I made circles around her hole, then began to suck

   one of her cunt lips into my mouth, then the other.  I made my way up to
her

   clit, and VERY gently began to stroke it with my eager tongue.  At the
same

   time, my hands explored her thighs, rubbing up and down her legs.  She
really

   did seem to enjoy the cunt lapping I was giving her.  She was softly
moaning as

   I continued to play with her cunt.  I reached up and felt for those
awesome

   tits, and got one of them in my hand.  It was warm and firm to the
touch, and I

   started to knead it as though it were a mound of dough.  Her moaning
increased.

   I began to wonder how much of this was real, and how much was some kind
of an

   act.  Sure, her pussy seemed wet enough, but it wasn't exactly running
like a

   faucet either.  Well, I thought, the most important thing is that I'M
enjoying

   it.  I'd try to make it as pleasurable for her as it was for me.

   After about 10 minutes of heavy-duty pussy eating, I decided it was time
to

   get my dick wet.  As I straightened up and began to mount Angela she
looked up

   at me and said "Just a minute.  We need a little protection." She
quickly

   reached down to the floor where her purse was, and retrieved a condom. I
sat

   back on my knees as she pulled off the cellophane wrapper and proceeded
to put

   the rubber over my prick.  "There.  Now I'm ready.  Let's fuck!"

   And fuck we did.  I put my prick right into that steamy hole and began
to

   immediately fuck her for all I was worth.  Angela bent her knees to
accommodate

   me fully, and began to hump back against my groin as I gave her long,
deep

   strokes with my engorged cock.  She began to moan again, and started to
nibble

   my neck and ears, her breath becoming rapid and shallow.  "Fuck me with
your

   hard dick, Paul!  Make me cum, baby!  My pussy wants your cockhead!  I
can feel

   your balls slapping my wet ass!  Squeeze my titties!"

   Man, she was really turning me on.  Even with the condom on my hard dick
I

   could feel the heat her pussy was giving off.  I leaned down and sucked
one of

   her wonderful tits into my mouth, at least as much of it as I could get
in.  I

   bit the tip of her nipple gently, and she squealed like a stuck pig. 
"Bite my

   titties!" she screamed.  I swear the people on either side of my hotel
room

   were getting a verbal porno show for free from this gal!  I sucked one
globe,

   then the other.  My rhythm was increasing as I felt my balls swell with
the

   beginning of an enormous orgasm.  She felt it too.

   "Fuck the shit out of me, Paul!" she wailed.  Her goddess-like body

   writhered underneath me as I gave her one final thrust.  I felt

   the gism dump out of the end of my cock in buckets.  Just then Angela
put her

   hands underneath me, and gently squeezed my testicles as I shot off.  It
was

   one of the greatest feelings I'd ever had!  As soon as my spasms
subsided, I

   rolled off the top of Angela, breathing heavily.  She immediately took
the

   condom off my dick and licked the cum off my head.  Her tongue was wet
and

   warm, and it felt wonderful.  As she gave me head, I reached over and
fondled

   her breasts again.  I just couldn't get over their firmness and size. 
They

   were the most perfect titties I'd ever had the pleasure to meet.  I
pulled her

   long, blonde hair to the side so I could get a better view of my prick
sliding

   in and out of her hungry lips.  She was taking all of me into her mouth,
and

   down her throat, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she made her
way down

   to the root of my organ.  She held me there for what seemed like ages,
then

   SLOWLY let my cock slide back up out of her mouth.  Needless to say, I
was hard

   again in seconds.

   Angela got on top of me while I lay on my back, and began to massage the

   shaft of my cock with her engorged, wet cunt lips.  She slid up and down
it's

   length several times.  As she did this, I reached up and fondled her
tits,

   tweaking the hard nipples between my fingers.  Angela leaned over,
offering her

   titties to be sucked.  I put the right one in my mouth, and began to
suck it as

   a babe would.  She seemed to really get off on that.  I also started to
rub her

   mound with my fingers as she slid her cunt over and over again up and
down the

   After about 5 minutes of fucking, Angela decided she had had enough of
that,

   and got off my prick.

   She got up off the bed and gave me a beautiful front view of her
outrageous

   body.  Stretching again, she went to the curtains that covered the
window in

   the room and asked me what was outside.  I told her to go ahead and open
up the

   wall-sized curtains and take a look.

   When she had opened the curtains, Angela stood back and enjoyed the view
of

   the Detroit river at night, with the lights of Windsor, Ontario just
across on

   the other side.  "Wow!" she exclaimed, as she took in the panorama. 
Next to

   the hotel is a high-rise office building.  Some of the offices still had
their

   lights on, and you could see the desks, office equipment, etc.  inside.
"Do you

   think anyone can see us here, Paul?" she asked.

   "I doubt anyone is still at work this time of night." I replied.

   Angela left the curtains open as she came back to the bed.  She leaned
over

   and kissed me full on the lips, and crawled back on top of the unmade
covers.

   "What would you like for me to do now?" she asked.  She didn't even wait
for a

   reply.  Her warm hand found my still-hard cock, and began to massage it.
Up

   and down she went, gently grasping it just under the head and moving her
hand

   ever so slightly up and down.

   "Roll over on your stomach", I gently growled.

   Angela complied, rolling onto her flat stomach.  She knew what I wanted.

   She grabbed one of the pillows at the head of the bed, and slid it under
her

   as she lifted her tight ass into the air, swaying ever so slightly.  I

   asked her if she had another condom.  She quickly got up and reached for
her

   purse.  Finding another condom she handed it to me, and resumed her
position.

   As I opened the wrapper and proceeded to put the rubber on my hard cock,
Angela

   began to play with the lips of her soaked cunt, and slid one long finger
into

   her steamy slit.  What a turn on!

   I bellied up to her waiting torso, and began to play with her clit and
pussy

   lips with the head of my shrouded dick.  She moaned loudly and pushed
back

   towards my wavering pole.  In it slid, without any ado.

   Her cunt was like a fucking oven.  I reached in front, and took both her

   mammoth breasts in my hands as I pumped her from behind.  I've never had
a ride

   like that before!  Her hair swaying from her side, Angela again fucked
me for

   all she was worth.  Her tits bounced against the palms of my hands as we
thrust

   against each other in heat.  The crack of her ass was hypnotizing me, as
I

   watched my cock sink in between the firm cheeks of her ass.  A few more
minutes

   of this and I knew I'd blow my wad for sure.  I slowed my thrusts as
best I

   could, trying not to make it too obvious that I wanted to hold back my
load.  I

   decided that I wanted to cum in this babe's mouth.

   I pulled my dick out of her sopping hole, which seemed to grab and suck
at

   it as I withdrew.  I pulled the condom off my meat and told Angela I
wanted

   to cum in her mouth.  She turned around to confront my swollen dick, and

   swallowed my length entirely.  She noisily slurped up and down the

   shaft a few times, then began to jack off just the head of my swollen
dick with

   her proffed lips.  She was going as fast as she could, just taking the
tip in

   her mouth, and her hand wrapped around the shaft jacking me off in
unison.  She

   was going so fast, and the stimulation was so intense, that I couldn't
cum.  I

   told her to slow down a little.  She did, taking more of me into her
mouth now.

   I concentrated on the feeling of her mouth working my dick over, the
sweat

   between her heaving beasts, and the smile in her eyes as she gave me

   world-class head.  Seconds later I spurted my gism into her waiting
mouth.  She

   drank every drop of it in, never stopping.  It was the best orgasm ever.

   Angela slowly let my now wilted penis drop out of her mouth.  I looked
at

   the clock by the bed, and realized we had been at it for a full hour. 
She

   smiled at me and asked "That was great, Paul.  Are you up to a little
more?"

   I smiled back at her and said "I've got to meet with customers in the

   morning.  If I get some sleep now I'll be smiling.  If we keep this up,
I'll

   never make it."

   Angela got up off the bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen
up. A

   few minutes later she re-appeared, and began to dress.  She was
certainly a

   beautiful woman.  All woman.

   "Thanks for everything, Angela." I said as I let her out the door.  She
gave

   me a sweet kiss that made my cock jump again a little.

   "Sure, Paul.  I enjoyed it too.  Good night."