"The name is Dave Smith." I lied. I'd read the name Dave was the most common first name in the US, and Smith the last, so I went with it. No way was I going to give up my real name.
"Ok. Dave Smith. Sounds good." the easy breezy female voice on the other end of the line repeated. "Have an envelope with cash ready. Courtney will meet you at 117 Commonwealth Place in an hour."
"Great." I said with a hint of nervousness and pressed the "end call" button.
I was apprehensive. I had never called an escort service before. Up until then I was a straight laced married man. Went to work during the week, golfed on the weekends, and even went to church on Sunday to "set a good example for the kids," but I was on business in another town. California no less, and curious. I'd heard other guys bragging about sleeping with hookers, and decided what the hell. My wife hadn't put out in months. Why not?
The spark was all but gone with Jessica. We fucked, but not like we used to. More often than not, when she did let me do it, she pulled down her sweatpants (not even bothering to take them off), rolled over on her side and moaned in false pleasure until I was done. She then had the audacity to act like she was doing me a goddamned favor.
I wanted something more. Even if it was fake. Even if it was all an elaborate show. I just wanted to get my dick wet with a woman who would at minimum put on some decent underwear.
This girl from the escort service was hot. At least in her picture. She said she was 22. Long legs, bigger than the average chest. She also said she liked to surf, hang out at the beach, and most importantly, give blow jobs.
The blowjob part was probably something she wrote to make herself sound sexy I reasoned. It probably wasn't true, but that was what got my attention. I hadn't had a blowjob in years. My wife always said I was too big to suck. "Like trying to stuff a baseball bat in my mouth." she told me whenever I brought it up, though she hardly meant is as a compliment.
I already had the cash. 300 dollars, and it was in an envelope. I'd gotten it the day before, after I stumbled on the website, but didn't follow through with the call. I reasoned I'd get through the day of meetings I had lined up, then when work was done, I'd decide if I would call in or not. By the time I was done with work, I thought, what the fuck. I'll just ask for blowjob, not full on sex and called.
I played some war games on my phone, looked around on social media. Then finally, 57 minutes after I'd hung up the phone with the madam (or whatever it is they call people who coordinate such things) there was a knock at the door.
When I opened it, there was the girl from the website. She was a knock out as advertised, or maybe it just seemed that way because she was there to suck me.
Somehow she looked better than her pictures. She hadn't lied about her height. She was a statuesque 5'10, nice sized tits, round ass, and nice face. Maybe not as thin as she had appeared in the photos I'd seen, but her proportions more than made up for it. Big tits, small waist, nice ass, pouty lips. Perfect.
"Dave Smith?" she said and smiled, not nervous at all. "I'm Courtney." she announced like she was there merely to check the fire alarms. Her teeth were white. I looked at those cherry red lips and my cock stirred at the thought of having them curled around my thick meat, which was going to happen very soon.
"Come in." I said, trying to sound as confident and in control as she did. Like I did this all the time.
"It's great to meet you." she said, that smile still on her face like a pageant princess.
"Yeah. Same." I told her, and stood awkwardly.
You're so nervous." she exclaimed and laughed. "You shouldn't be! You're so cute. I bet you get that all the time."
I decided to just go with it. She seemed happy enough to be there, and she was right. For a 40 year old man, I supposed I was good looking enough.
"So do you have the 300?" she asked, almost like she didn't really care if I did or not.
"Oh, sorry." I said, realizing I had been so jittery I had forgotten to give it to her. I took it from where I had placed it on the bureau and handed it to her. She looked inside, counted it, and put it in her purse before placing it on the small table by the TV.
"Ok, where were we?" she asked, and looked up at me with innocent looking blue eyes. I noticed she had a spray of light freckles on her nose and then the next thing I knew, like magnets, our lips were drawn together.
I tasted her cherry lip gloss and moaned. Then I moved my hand from her thigh in order to slide it under the light cotton material or her skirt. I wanted to say something like "Damn, you know that skirt drives me crazy" but felt weird about it. Instead I moaned in her ear. She pulled back, gave a naughty smile, then moved her hand to teased my cock over my pants. Damn, she was good at her job. Either that or I was really horney.
I responded, or rather my cock did, and before I knew it, I was laying on the bed, relishing her intoxicating scent as we kissed and feeling her fingers trace my cock over my clothing.
After a few moments of torture she pulled back seductively and asked "You want me to suck that big dick?" Of course I stated explicitly in my request that I wanted a blowjob, but I felt like she was a mind reader. Why had I waited so long to do this? I should have been calling hookers every chance I got since my wife practically froze me out of the bedroom.
She undid my pants, and before I knew it, her teeth were gently biting my cock through my boxers. "Oh your big! I can already tell!" she cooed.
I threw back my head and rolled my eyes as I felt a jolt of pleasure go through me. It felt fucking fantastic. "Oh yeah" I said and enjoyed the feeling as she gently chewed on it. "Fuck." She then pulled my boxers down over my legs and onto the floor. My dick sprang to life. She gasped when she saw exactly how long and thick it was.
"Oh God, you're huge." she said, and I knew she meant it. My wife told me every time I put it in her, it was like stuffing a PVC pipe into a keyhole and seemed annoyed by it. This girl, Courtney, acted like my length and girth was a good thing.
I watched her as she tried to put her thumb and forefinger around it. "My hand won't even go around such a massive cock." she said, but licked her lips and started lightly kissing it with her closed mouth sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through me, and left me wondering yet again why I had waited so long to do this.
After several agonizingly sensual seconds, she placed an opened mouth kiss on my tip, and swirled her tongue around the head while she jacked it as best she could. "Oh Fuck." I moaned in response. It had been so long. So fucking long since I'd felt such a sensation. No male masterbator in the world could match the sensation of a woman enthusiastically sucking cock, I thought.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She only got maybe a fourth of the way down my shaft, but her efforts were amazing. Her lips and tongue on my dick were fantastic, and damn she was trying hard. I reached down to pull her hair away from her eyes and mouth so I could watch, which was sexy as hell.
Finally she came up for air and said. "Shit, you're big." and gasped. "I've never fucked one that size."
"You're willing to try though, right?" I teased, not thinking she would go for it. After all, I'd only asked for oral, thinking I'd start small. Besides, being a kid in the 90's, the joke was that fellatio wasn't actually sex. President Clinton said so.
She looked at me hesitantly with her head cocked to the side, but smiled. "I thought this was just a BJ?" she said.
I thought about it for a second, and reasoned she was already there, so I might as well go for it. "I've got 300 more." I told her remembering it was 600 for the "full experience."
"You got the cash?" she asked, sort of surprised and continued to play with my stiffened cock, dragging her fingernails up and down my shaft.
I did. I had planned to use it on cab rides and incidentals, but fuck it. Maybe part of me had actually wanted to get the full service.
I reached for my wallet, gave her the rest of the money and I watched as she got up to put it in her purse, showcasing her body to me in that flimsy skirt that hugged her ass just right.
When the money was secured, she turned towards me. She looked me in the eye, raised her eyebrows, and shimmied out of her skirt. She made sure I saw and appreciated her shapely legs, then pulled her shirt over her head until she was standing only in her bra and underwear. My cock responded accordingly, and I knew I was going to have to fight not to cum too quickly.
Fuck. Her body was stunning. More so than I had realized with her clothes on. She had a slender bejeweled waist that was truly had been kissed by the sun, and I reasoned she must truly be into hanging out at the beach because I could see tan lines peeking out from under her pink lace panties.
When she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, she revealed pink, perfect nipples on white skin. They were sweet and sexy with little areolas, and when she went to pull down her panties, I got a better look at her navel where there was a small, diamond stud. That excited me since my wife wouldn't even consider such a piercing. She thought it was trashy, yet those kind of things gave me a hardon every time I saw any girl. No matter how overweight or unattractive she might be.
