I took a sip of my second Guiness and turned off the tele. Well, I thought, I’m going home tomorrow, it’s now or never. I looked at the card Elizabeth had given to me before I left London and dialed the number. I was a little nervous, but ready.
A male voice answered in Spanish-accented English, “Good evening, special services. May I help you?”
“Good evening. I’m in room 204 at the Royal,” I said, in my best business voice, “I’m interested in some male companionship this evening. Won’t you send someone over as soon as possible, please.”
“Certainly, mum. Whom may I ask referred you to us?” His accent had immediately changed to the Kings English. He’d read my nationality instantly. Hmmm. I told him the code number from the card.
I heard a keyboard click, then, “Very good, do you have any special requirements?”
I touched my left breast, shivered a little. “I want someone with, ah, large equipment,” I said, then added, “It’s an experiment.”
“I understand, mum. Anything else?”
“No.” I gave him my credit card number.
Eventually he said, “Expect your guest in 20 minutes. We guarantee that you will be completely satisfied. Thank you for your business, mum,” and hung up.
I’d done it! This was exciting. I could feel my cunny getting wet. Elizabeth had told me this service was top-flight. She said they were discrete, clean, provided the best sex ever, and not to miss it. To be honest, it was the reason I’d come to this island. I really don’t fancy the heat or the beach.
All my life I’d wondered what it would be like to be rogered by a well-endowed man. I was a little shy around men, and hadn’t been able to find one like that. Don’t get me wrong, I’d been with a few men in my 30 odd years, quite. But average men. I wanted to try a super.
He arrived on time. We introduced ourselves, had a beer, and talked trivialities. He was a man of average height and build, impeccably dressed, and very young. Blond hair, blue eyes, of German extraction I guessed, but hard to say for sure. His name was Kurt. We quieted and the silence spelled business to come.
Finally he said, “You are a very small woman, Anne. Did the gentleman at the office explain about me?”
“I understand you’re a very large man,” I said.
“That is true,” he replied.
“May I see?” I asked, looking at his bulging trousers. The beer had made me bold, I must say.
He looked surprised, but smiled and disrobed immediately. I was a little taken aback. He was fully erect, and huge! His cock was beautifully proportioned, nicely high and hard, and bounced. His balls were ripe and quite large, and I thought about how my pussy would balloon with hot cream when he emptied them into me. He caught my eye and I looked away, embarassed.
“It is alright,” he said, “As you can see I find you attractive. We will have fun, yes?”
