I had never thought that I would EVER have to hire an escort. I'd always had the good fortune of being good-looking, charming, and wealthy, which meant that I was able to have easy relations with women; I've prided myself in never having to pay for sex. Then again, in some way or another, all men pay for sex.
Procuring one had been quite an ordeal. I had been referred to a reputable agency by this guy that I played squash with. The guy actually reminded me of my older half-brother Nathaniel, who worked as a sports agent and loved banging skanks.
So after weeks of online research and gathering up my courage, I decided to pull the trigger and solicit an escort. After I passed the pre-screening process, I was approved to select the woman of my choice. However, the escort wasn't just for me.
A few months ago, my estranged father had passed away. In addition to leaving me his shares in our family's company, he left me his beautiful futanari sex slave Marianne. I handed her the laptop and allowed her to scroll through the photos of the beautiful, scantily-clad women.
"That one," she told me.
Ever since I had met Marianne, we'd been having the most fulfilling and debauched sex. Nothing was forbidden once we were together. And, as a reward for being a good and obedient slave, I was giving her an escort to enjoy.
The next weekend found us checking into a Hilton hotel. Per the instructions of the escort's email, we checked-in with our real names. The two of us showered and put on bathrobes, waiting for 4 o'clock. About ten minutes before 4 PM, the phone rang.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, this is Barbara from the front desk. I have a Miss Carla here to see you."
"Thank you, Barbara. Please send her up."
About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to reveal a beautiful blonde clad in a blue dress and matching coat that made her look like she was going to a business meeting. She was carrying a small wheeled suitcase and a smart phone.
"Trevor?"
"That's me," I replied. "You must be Carla."
"That's me."
I stood aside and let her enter the room. I knew Carla wasn't her real name, but it didn't matter; she was hot. As she walked inside, she looked around at the interior and noticed a small manila envelope with the word 'DONATION' written on it. She picked it up and put in the inner pocket of her jacket. She then sent out a text message on her phone.
Before closing the door, she put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob. As an added measure, she secured the latch on the door. She was slim and about a head shorter than I was. Through the dress, I was able to admire her perky backside and breasts; both weren't huge, but they were ample and firm. Marianne had chosen well.
"And you must be Marianne," Carla said, as she removed her coat and placed it on a nearby armchair.
"Yes, it's nice to meet you," Marianne said quietly. She was seated on the foot of the bed, waiting for my command to be able to move.
"Likewise," Carla said. "It's not often that I get called for couples, especially when of them is a futanari."
"Did you need some time to get freshened up?" I asked Carla. "We can wait, if you wanted to grab a shower."
"That sounds great, handsome," Carla told me. "But, before I do, since you both are first-timers, I first wanted to lay a few ground rules before we party. Number one: no mouth-to-mouth kissing. It's nothing personal, but I don't know where you guys have been, and I've had bad experiences. Tell me what rule number one is."
"No mouth-to-mouth kissing," Marianne and I said in unison.
"Great! Rule number two: no piss or shit. I don't find that sexy at all. If you find yourself needing to go to the bathroom, then do it in the toilet."
"No piss or shit," we repeated.
"Rule number three: no biting, scratching, or hitting. If you draw blood or leave a mark, then my agency will place you on the DNS list so fast that it will make your head spin."
"No drawing blood," Marianne said.
"No drawing blood," I repeated.
"Terrific!" Carla said. "Well, I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we can party!"
She took her suitcase with her into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Even though she said that she was going to shower, based on the many online forums I visited, I knew it was a polite way of saying, "First, I'm going to count the money, and, if it's all there, I'll shower." After a few minutes, I heard the shower water come on.
"Master!" Marianne quietly pleaded while fidgeting in her seat.
"Be patient," I said, gently.
She nodded and bit her lip. I was getting excited at the sight of her anticipation. Her nipples and cock were already semi-erect. She'd told me previously that it had been years since she'd been with a woman. I only hoped that Carla would be up to the task.
A few minutes later, Carla came out of the bathroom wearing a pink bra and matching lace panties. She looked absolutely stunning. I went over to the nightstand and turned on my iPod and wireless speaker, which started playing some soft jazz. After that, I dimmed the lights a bit. I had read that it was important to set the mood.
"Mmm, thank you very much," Carla said. "Now, who's ready to party?"
I removed my robe and bared my naked body to the two women. Carla surveyed my nudity with interest - it could have been feigned, but it looked very convincing. She started over towards me, but I held a hand up to halt her.
"Actually, I'll be mostly watching; you'll be playing with Marianne," I told her.
"Whatever works," Carla said, still looking at my crotch.
"Marianne," I said. "You can now move but be gentle with her."
"Oh, thank you, master!" Marianne said.
My sex slave got to her feet and hastily undid the belt of her robe so that she could quickly discard it. It was amusing to see Carla's astonishment as she beheld Marianne's nude body. I had to admit, I never got tired of seeing her naked.
The olive-skinned woman had thick thighs, a large backside, and enormous breasts that wobbled and swayed like overripe fruits. Carla goggled at the large throbbing penis that pointed in her direction, and the two testicles that hung beneath it. Marianne unashamedly grabbed her own dick and stroked it anxiously.
"Oh, let Carla help you with that," the blonde said as she sauntered over to Marianne, wrapped her fingers around her cock, and gently began to stroke it. Marianne moaned soft and low, her eyes fluttering as the female hand roved every inch of her sausage.
As the two of them made their way into the bed, I sat in a nearby armchair and softly stroked myself while watching them. Marianne raked her fingers through her long, black hair as Carla kept giving her a handjob. Carla nuzzled and kissed Marianne's neck, slowly working her way to her ear. Once she started to nibble and kiss her earlobe, Marianne's body grew tense. She bit her lip and her toes curled.
"Do you want me to stop?" Carla whispered.
"Yes," Marianne said as she sat up. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry."
"I-it's not that I didn't enjoy that - believe me, I did. It's just that, I don't want to rush things."
"Don't worry, baby. We have all the time in the world. You're so tense! How about a massage to put you more at ease?"
"I'd like that."
"Great," Carla said, prancing out of the bed and to the bathroom. She returned with a small bottle of massage oil and told Marianne to lie on her front. She climbed back into the bed and straddled Marianne's back. She then poured a sensible amount of oil on her shoulders and began to gently knead them with her hands.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah," Marianne groaned. "That feels nice."
"Well, thank you," Carla beamed. "See, even you didn't realize how tense you were. Carla's gonna get you all loosey-goosey."
Even though the sight of Carla giving Marianne a massage wasn't very arousing, I felt glad that she was enjoying it. I was in awe at how skillful the escort was in soothing my sex slave. I was paying attention for sure, hoping to emulate her technique in the future.
Without warning, Carla turned to face me with a sexy smile. She then reached behind up and undid the front clasp of her bra. Even in the dim light of the hotel room, I was able to admire those perfect, shapely breasts of hers right before she bent forward to mash them into Marianne's oily back. Marianne let out a surprised moan as she felt Carla's bare tits against her skin. Marianne began to stir beneath her as things got more intimate.
"How's your back feel now?" Carla asked.
"Mmmmm, great!" Marianne said, raising her head.
"Great," Carla said, climbing off her back. "Now we can give your front some attention."
Marianne rolled over onto her back. Carla went to her suitcase and procured a large wrapped condom; I had to say, she was well-prepared. She hopped back into the bed, unwrapped the condom, and fitted it on Marianne's erect member.
