"Emily, you like big guys right?"
I pulled the penis out of my mouth with a wet pop. "Of course. Who doesn't? But I'm kinda with a client right now, Harper."
My client groaned. I felt a weak hand on the back of my head trying to push me back down towards the hard penis before me. I ignored it. I was lying face down on the bed, my smooth, shapely legs splayed out to either side. Harper huffed and tilted her head back, looking down her nose at our two tangled bodies. I noticed my client reaching his hand towards his own penis. I slapped it away and enclosed the entire thing with my hand.
"You've probably taken the largest penis out of all of us. How long was it?"
"About three times this size."
"So about ten inches?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"And you enjoyed it?"
"I half-considered paying him." I noticed my client's dick get even harder. The tip began to nuzzle its way out of my hand-prison. I dragged my thumb back and forth over the head.
Well-endowed men are pretty rare in my experience. And most of them are lying. Still, hope springs eternal as they say.
"He won't come here. You'll have to travel a bit. Friends are paying. It's an 18th birthday surprise. They wanted him to get some experience before going to college. I think their words were, 'teach him to pleasure a woman.'"
"Really?"
"It was hard to make out. The caller was pretty awkward and there was a lot of laughter in the background."
"And why were you talking about big dicks?"
"They asked if there was a discount for guys with big dicks?"
"What did you say?"
"Maybe if we could verify first," Harper gave a wry smile. "Probably lying, but I wanted to send you just in case."
"Well, I'm in."
"Excellent, I'll let you get back to work. Find me when you're finished to get the address"
I released my client's penis and dove back down engulfing him with my mouth. He popped almost immediately. I spat out the salty emission.
"That was excellent, Em," he said.
"My pleasure."
"So was that interruption real or just for my benefit?"
"I hope it was real."
My client's dick sprang back up. I looked at my watch, still a half-hour left in our session. I wiped the semen away with my sleeve and got back to work.
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As motels go this one was pretty clean. I got the key from the desk and entered my room to wait. I didn't need to wait long, there was a knock on the door almost immediately. I opened it to find a wall. No, not a wall, this was a person who was somehow larger than the door itself. The wall ducked under the doorway and twisted itself, squeezing itself through the door.
At last I saw his face. Very youthful, but with a cut jawline, brown hair, and deep green eyes that almost appeared lit even in the fluorescent light of the motel room. He had no neck, only muscles where it should have been. His green t-shirt and blue jeans appeared painted on. His pecs were massive slabs and I could make out his 8-pack as if he were naked. His arms and legs were bigger than me. My eyes darted to his crotch, the biggest mystery of the night. But in front of it, he held a giant backpack. I could probably have fit into it.
"I was, uh, told there'd be a party here?"
I couldn't speak, my jaw hung open.
"Hello?" he said to me?
"Oh yes, sorry. I'm Emily."
"Steve," he said with a slight wave.
"Your friends hired me to entertain you for your birthday."
"Oh," he said, reaching his hand up to scratch his neck. His shirt creaked as his bicep stretched the sleeve. "Like a clown?"
"No not like a clown. Like...a lady."
"A lady...clown?"
"No! Do I have to say it? I'm a prostitute."
"Oh!" he exclaimed. Then his face fell. "Oh," he repeated. "Sorry, I think my friends are playing a joke on both of us."
