Escort Girls Bk3 Lucky Stiff Pt 1

Lucky Stiff

Book Three of the Escort Girls Anthology

By Magda McKune

Part 1

CHAPTER 1

The wind through the open window gently tossed my jet-black hair about my face as I cruised down the darkened road in Tony's beloved Jaguar. The night breeze felt cool and invigorating against my naked arms and shoulders. My exquisite ankle-length slit-to-the-thigh cherry red dress was another loaner from fashion designer Ellen Vondaberger, beginning just above the nipples of my high and firm perfect 36-inch bust and held in place by thin spaghetti straps over my bare light-coffee shoulders. Of course I wore no brassiere or panties -- that wasn't the Tony Rose escort way. Undergarments made unflattering lines and creases in your clothes. Besides, I wanted to show off my designer dress in the best form I could and feeling the light sheer rayon fabric against my dark naked skin made me feel freer and perhaps just a little bit naughty.

Normally our escorting jobs were in town but my magazine magnate client Howard Hess preferred to hold this particular dinner party at his cozy little 40-room mansion in the country. There were plenty of cooks and servants for the dozen or so black-tie attendees so my role was more of a hostess than escort. The man had no problem with my being black, in fact my dark complexion probably lent a bit of exotic flavor to the evening as I welcomed the guests, attended to their needs, and saw that they had plenty to eat and drink. Plus the fact that I had a dazzling personality, terrific hourglass figure, and drop-dead gorgeous features didn't hurt one little bit.

All this and so humble too. Well, maybe not when it came to admiring my curvaceous figure. I tend to wax narcissistic over my dynamite body and great looks -- hell, they're the only things that are truly mine and I can be proud of. When Tony my darling boss and frequent lover found me slaving away in that shitty topless bar, he said that I had the looks, the personality and the charm to become one of the best female escorts in the business. I didn't believe him at first with my self-esteem as low as it was, but with a lot of patience and hard work I struggled to make myself one of the top professional escorts in town as my little way of thanking him for all his confidence, patience and care.

I thought back to the events of the evening. Howard Hess my host was a dark-haired man in his fifties -- handsome, sexy and filthy rich. In fact, he was so loaded he didn't have to be handsome, but in my opinion, I thought the man quite charming and delightful company. More than a few times that evening the idea slipped into my mind of taking him aside into one of his many vacant bedrooms for some quick nookie action, but I was working and didn't want us to neglect his company.

I used to think I had a thing for white guys -- that perhaps after making it with my darling stud boss Tony I'd never go back to black. But after screwing enough men of various races I discovered that Caucasians weren't that much different in bed. I mean, a cock is a cock is a cock. With the lights off my pussy couldn't tell the difference. I fucked women from time to time as well, but I still preferred sex with the male gender, regardless of what race they happened to be.

At one point during the party I excused myself to go downstairs to the mansion's wine cellar. I paused while examining the label on a very old and very expensive bottle of wine to reflect on my past life. Hell, a year ago I couldn't tell a Merlot from a Chardonnay and now here I was, in the cellar of a fancy mansion choosing the proper after dinner aperitif.

A pair of arms encircled my waist, a warm body pressed against my back and lips tenderly nuzzled my nape. "God you are so beautiful."

"Thank you, Mister Hess."

"What would it take for you to stay with me?"

I raised my eyes from the bottle and scowled at the web-covered wall. "As your mistress?"

"As my aide, secretary, adviser -- anything you want."

"I like being an escort."

His lips nibbled my earlobe while his hands kneaded the sheer fabric over my flat tummy. "I can make it worth your while."

I smiled at the bottle in my hands. "I believe it is your glands that are doing the talking."

"I'm completely sincere. You're beautiful, charming, intelligent -- " His hands moved slowly up my body, his palms cupping my full perfectly-proportioned 36-inch bust.

"I think my tight ass and big tits may have something to do with it."

"They're definitely a plus."

I set the bottle aside on a shelf and tilted my head to the side for his kissing along my neck. "You're sweet to offer, but -- "

"At least spend the night."

"You have guests."

"To hell with my guests," he grunted. "Please... say you'll sleep with me."

"I'm not a whore."

"I wouldn't want you if you were. I want you because you excite me and arouse me, not because I hired you to be here."

"I arouse you?" I reached a hand behind me to feel his crotch. Yep... hard as a lead pipe. "Honey, you're just horny for a convenient piece of ass."

The man groped my big bosom. "I certainly cannot refute the overwhelming evidence."

I chuckled and turned in his arms. "Really Mister Hess -- "

"Howard." He caressed his hands down my back to grope my butt, his mouth returning to kiss my neck.

"Howard honey," I sighed dreamily, draping my arms around his neck and closing my eyes. "If you don't control yourself, we may end up boffing our brains out in your wine cellar."

"Fine by me."

I chuckled and moved my hands onto his shoulders, gently easing him away. "I will not ruin this gorgeous gown by boinking my client on a stack of dirty dusty wooden crates," I chastised. I lowered a hand to his crotch and dropped open his fly. "Although a quick blow-job is certainly not out of the question."

I opened his tuxedo slacks and fished out his dick, pumping my hand along the swelling shaft. Howard pressed his mouth to mine in a long passionate kiss, his hands returning to grope and fondle my chest. I dropped to squat on my haunches, taking his prick into my mouth. Hess exhaled his breath in a deep sigh, his fingers easing the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and peeling the front of my dress down to expose my big black boobs.

"Oh Jett, you're so good," he panted, rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples in his fingers. I bobbed my head up and down his thick stiff dick, one hand cupping his ball sac while the other gripped his tight butt.

He began undulating his hips and I held my head steady for him to fuck my mouth. "Oh yes," he moaned. "God you're wonderful." I grabbed the top of my dress and peeled it further down my chest to my navel, leaning forward as he continued to hump my mouth and clamping my big tits around his hot shaft. "Oh yeah," he breathed, digging his fingers through my long jet-black hair. "Let me fuck those big beautiful tits."

I leaned back on my heels a little as he stroked through the valley of my cleavage, squeezing my mounds around his hot pipe and taking the crown into my mouth with every thrust.

"Oh yeah baby," he expelled. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in my mouth baby."

Howard clamped his hands on the sides of my head and pumped harder and faster, his hips jerking forward and releasing a spew of warm salty semen onto my tongue. "Oh yes!" he growled, drawing back and thrusting home once more to deposit another smaller load.

I licked a dribble of jizz from the edge of my mouth and stood, tugging the top of my dress back up over my bust. "Come along darling," I cooed. "We can't neglect your guests."

"Oh Jett," he sighed, tucking his dick back into his trousers. "I could definitely use you on a long-term basis."

"You'd get tired of me."

"Never."

I smiled and turned back to the rack of bottles. "Let me think about it."

Hess moved close against my back once more, his arms around my waist and face buried in my satiny dark tresses. "Name your price."

"I'm expensive," I grinned to the wall. "But worth every penny."

"I can certainly imagine."

His hands moved higher up to my full bosom and I quickly pulled his wrists away. "Let's not start that again," I scolded, placing a wine bottle in each of his hands. "Here's something else to hold onto for a while."

"It won't be as nice."

I turned to face him and offered my host a peck on the cheek. "Your guests will think we were up to something we've been gone so long."

"We would have been," he smirked, following me from the room. "If you didn't have such strong concern for your wardrobe."

I paused and turned at the bottom of the stairs. "You're very cute," I smiled, caressing my fingertips across his face. "Invite me back sometime when you don't have company and we'll talk."

"Talk?"

"Yes talk."

"You're no fun."

"All right," I smiled offering a soft smooch on the cheek. "Maybe more than talk."

"I'd prefer to do less than talk."

I purposefully struck a sensuous pose with one hand on the banister and the other on one curvaceous hip. "We'll see," I leered. "Who knows -- I might even wear a dress that I don't care if it gets ruined on some dusty old crates."

Howard stepped closer, his face inches from mine. "Or tossed aside on satin sheets?"

"Or polishing the kitchen floor," I grinned, my fingers carefully adjusting his tie. "And maybe a few countertops."

"Damn," he frowned raising the two bottles in his fists. "If ever there was a time when a man needed his hands free --"

"That's the idea lover," I smiled, gently patting his cheek. "That's the idea."

"Damn," I cursed softly under my breath reaching into the glove compartment for a Kleenex. I hated getting so horny so late at night. My cunny was beginning to tingle and drip with recollection of the evening and I didn't want to spoil Ellen's beautiful dress or get the seats of Tony's Jaguar sticky with pussy juice. I pulled the thigh-high slit of the dress aside and dabbed at my seeping snatch, squeezing my legs together and pressing my hand against my crotch. I wondered if my Hawaiian partner and dear friend Kiki was back from her job yet. The little minx was a certified nymphomaniac and was usually up for some satisfying cunt-slurping action any time of the day or night. Maybe I'd stop by her place when I got back into town -- if my pussy could wait that long.

I could really use a cigarette. But I made a promise I wouldn't smoke in Tony's car.

Damn.

I knew that if I had stayed the night at the mansion, I would have undoubtedly ended up doing the nasty all night long with my handsome client. Maybe I was beginning to develop a thing for white dudes after all. The fact that he was great-looking, charming, witty and richer than Midas certainly made his job offer very tempting but with my lustful appetite for sex I'd probably hump the poor millionaire into a coma or give him a cerebral hemorrhage the first month.

But what a way to go.

I spotted flashing lights in the dark distance up ahead and slowed a bit in case it was an accident. There was a car on the shoulder of the road with the driver resting casually on the trunk, his hands hooked behind his head in comfortable repose. He was a young man in his twenties with short dark hair wearing denim jeans and a light polo shirt. I slowed and pulled onto the shoulder ahead of his car thinking he looked harmless and non-threatening enough for me to offer him some assistance on this lonely stretch of road. Also, from the quick glimpse I caught of him in my headlights as I passed by, I thought the guy looked cute as all hell and I wanted to get a closer peek at his face. Of course, my heightened state of horniness had absolutely nothing to do with my humanitarian motivations.

The guy rolled off the back of his car as I shifted into reverse and backed up closer to his stranded vehicle. I rested my elbow on the open driver's door and watched through the side mirror as he approached. He had a great athletic body and kind of reminded me of my coworker escort Steve but with more of a carefree boyish attitude. For a fleeting instant I wondered if he was single. I don't know why. As an escort I attended to both bachelors and married men alike and had no compunction about sleeping with either if we were both willing adults or simply if the guy was cute enough. And this dude was certainly cute enough. I smiled up at him as he stopped beside my door and rested a hand on the roof like a stereotypical highway patrolman. I almost expected him to ask me if I knew how fast I was driving. "Hi there," he grinned.

I returned the smile. "Hi there yourself."

The guy nodded his head to his distressed vehicle. "Got a flat and no spare."

"Pity." I sighed and batted my dark eyelashes. "Need a lift?"

"Sure," he smiled. "That would be great."

I inclined my head to the passenger side. "Hop in."

He dropped his hand from the roof onto my bare arm and a surge of electricity coursed through every cell of my body. The tingles finally settled in my damp pubic region. "Thanks." I watched him cross around in front of the beams of my headlights, my mind generating dozens of sensuous and erotic scenarios. I felt my pussy growing moist again. I clamped my knees together to fight back the urge to finger myself down there. Usually it would take a little more than just a single touch to get me hot and excited but this handsome young man had a certain something that pushed my right buttons and really got me turned on.

My friend climbed in the passenger side and shut the door. "I really appreciate this," he said.

I smiled. "No problem." I dropped the car into gear and pulled back onto the road.

The guy scanned the Jaguar's exquisite interior. "Your car?"

I shook my head. "My boss'."

His eyes panned my curvaceous figure. "You're all dressed up. Did you come from a dinner party or something?"

My fingers tugged on the thin strap over a bare shoulder. "What -- this old thing?" I turned to my companion with a wide smile. "Actually, I'm just on my way back from the Hess Mansion." I shook my head as the guy let out a low whistle. "Nothing like that," I chuckled. "I was a hostess there. It's my job."

"Some job."

I turned my face to him, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard instruments. "Where were you headed?"

"East," he sighed. "My mother's not feeling well and I wanted to go visit her. The second I heard that rear tire blow I remembered I didn't have a spare so I just waited it out until somebody showed up."

My eyes flicked to my friend. "Lucky for you I did."

"Lucky me," he nodded soberly, his gaze steady upon me. "Rescued from my plight by such a gorgeous guardian angel."

I looked over at him and saw that he was sincere in his compliment. I chuckled softly and patting his knee. "I'm certainly no angel honey, but I'm glad I could be of help." The guy placed his palm on top of my wrist keeping my hand on his leg. Again with the sparks and the tingling in my loins. I cleared my throat awkwardly and glanced at the dashboard clock. 1:57. "I doubt there's any service stations open this time of night," I remarked, casually removing my trembling hand. "Any place I can drop you?"

The guy looked out the windshield to the passing trees briefly lit by our headlights and shrugged. "Any motel we come to is fine. I can get my car fixed in the morning."

There was a cluster of buildings just up ahead on the right, one displaying an illuminated sign saying Starlight Motel with a neon Vacancy sign. "This okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I pulled the Jag into the gravel parking lot and up to the manager's office. My friend opened the passenger door, the interior lights highlighting his handsome features. God he was gorgeous. "Wait for me a minute?" he paused. "In case they're full up?"

Shit baby, I'll wait for you all fucking night I thought. "All right."

He climbed out and went into the door marked Office. I must be crazy I scowled, anxiously tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. Offering a ride to some stranger stranded in the middle of nowhere and then ten minutes later entertaining sordid fantasies about having sex with the guy. I must be totally deranged or sexually frustrated. Probably not frustrated. My escorting job offered me plenty of sexual satisfaction -- male and female alike. There was just something about this guy -- something mysterious and sexy.

He returned a few minutes later, leaning and resting his elbows on my driver's side door. "All set," he smiled, his face mere inches from mine. "I can't thank you enough for your help."

I hesitated, my heart slamming against my chest. "Um... could I use your bathroom before I go?"

"Sure," he smiled, nodding to a row of doors on an adjacent building. "Number 14."

I steered Tony's Jaguar over to his room, the man's feet crunching over the gravel along my side. I switched off the engine and he opened the door for me, offering a hand out. "Just a second," I injected, slipping my bare feet back into my matching red straps. "Driving a car in high heels is a real bitch."

"Don't I know it," he chuckled.

"Silly boy," I laughed, accepting his hand and stepping from the car.

"Wow!" The man gaped, taking in my full outfit as he closed the door. "You look absolutely fantastic!"

"Flatterer," I fawned, nudging his leg with my hip.

My friend led the way and turned the key in the lock, opening the door and stepping in. He snapped on the light and glanced around. "All the comforts of home."

"Cozy," I observed, following him inside.

"A regular Highway Hilton." He closed the door behind me. We exchanged looks a long moment and he inclined his head over my shoulder. "I think the bathroom's back there."

"Oh... yeah," I stammered, suddenly recalling the reason I was in his motel room.

I ducked into the bathroom and quickly washed up, emerging a few minutes later to find my host leafing through the yellow pages of the phonebook on the dresser. "There's a couple places I can call tomorrow," he mused, his finger tracing along the list of service stations.

I smiled and nodded as I crossed behind him. "Then I guess you're all set." I opened the door a few inches and turned back to the stranger. "I suppose I'll see you around."

The guy set the phone book down and moved to me, stopping a few inches away. "I really appreciate your help."

Both of us were silent for a few moments, staring into one another's eyes. At last, I moved my mouth close to his, offering a quick kiss on the lips. I drew back and studied his eyes. "I don't know why I did that."

The man raised his hand and gently cupped my chin in his palm, his lips meeting mine to return the gesture. My heart leaped in my chest and my lungs drew in a deep gasp. "I definitely know why I did that," he whispered.

I exhaled my breath in a long sigh, my hand on the knob cracking the door a couple inches. "I suppose I should be going."

"Anybody waiting up for you?"

"No."

My companion placed his hand onto the door and gently eased it shut. "It's much too dangerous to drive at night."

"It is?"

He nodded slowly, his lips softly kissing my bare shoulder. "Uh huh." My flesh shivered with stimulating sensations and my legs felt like rubber. "Perhaps it would be better if you drove back in the morning."

I closed my eyes and tilted my face to the ceiling as he nibbled along my neck. "Much safer."

"Stay with me?" he whispered. It wasn't a question.

"Oh God, how I want to."

He cupped my face in both his hands, his mouth meeting mine in a long passionate kiss. I expelled my lungs in a deep sigh, my arms wrapping around his neck to pull him tighter against my lips.

The stranger moved his hand along the wall to switch off the lights. The room suddenly became dark, illuminated only by the yellow and white pulsating bulbs of the motel sign outside. His hands caressed my bare shoulder blades and down my back, sliding lower along my sides to my rear. "Oh yesss," I moaned softly into his mouth, pressing my body tighter against him, my boobs crushed against his chest.