Rachel couldn't believe her eyes, the ad in the newspaper's Personal Section read:
Escorts needed for a writer's workshop.
Dates 3-1-13 to 3-15-13. Transportation,
room, board provided. Pay package includes
$10,000 plus tips. If interested contact
herb@XXX.XX
Making contact with Herb was an easy decision. She sent three nude pictures and one line of text: Too many parties, too many bars, too many drinks, not enough men.
She received a reply two days later.
You've been selected to participate in the writer's conference.
Contact Herb Brantley for more details.
She received a round trip ticket to Phoenix, Arizona and a check for one thousand dollars with instructions to meet Herb Brantley when she arrived.
* * *
Rachel was met at the airport dressed in a conservative dark-green business suit. A handsome man wearing a brown business suit stood beside a sign with her name on it.
"You're more beautiful than your pictures Ms. Grayson," he said offering her his hand.
She smiled shaking his hand. "Thank you."
"It's my pleasure; did you have a good trip?"
"Yes, but I'm looking forward to better ones while I'm here." She smiled naughtily brushing long red hair over her shoulders.
"We were impressed with your pictures but even more with your note: 'Too many parties, too many bars, too many drinks, but not enough men.'"
"I like my little aphorism."
"Does it have a meaning deeper than the obvious?"
"Do you think it's profound?"
"It's poetic in style and poems are usually multi-layered."
"The four stanzas are self explanatory and it's a short-hand way of describing my inclinations and personality, but I only wrote it to attract attention and get this gig."
"It worked." He offered her his arm and walked toward the terminal's entrance. "The conference is being attended by some of the best young writers in the country. We want them to leave pleased with the workshop, we want to sign as many of them as possible to book contracts with Coito Publishing, and you and the other escorts are to make the week as pleasant for them as possible." He smiled.
"In other words, you want us to fuck them as part of a package they can't refuse."
"I wouldn't have used those words but you have the general idea."
He led her toward the terminal's entrance.
She squeezed his arm. "How many will there be?"
He looked at her. "Twenty have accepted the invitation."
"A nice round number," she commented.
"There'll be a total of five escorts including you."
She grinned. "Twenty divisible by five how sweet."
"Are you being sarcastic?" Ms. Grayson.
"A little but I like large numbers and proportions. Do you fit either of those categories?"
He smiled at her. "I've never had a complaint."
"That's nice to hear." She rubbed her hip against his.
They stepped to the curb waiting for a white limo. A large black man dressed in a chauffeur's uniform helped Rachel and Herb into the vehicle.
"It's about a two hour drive to the Coito Ranch where the workshop will be conducted. Would you care for a drink?"
"A sweet white wine would be nice." She observed his fine ass as he bent to retrieve the wine from a small refrigerator.
He poured each of them half a flute.
She removed her jacket, unbuttoned the blouse, and pulled it open.
Herb handed her the wine and ogled her breasts covered by a white bra.
"Would you like a sample?" She poured wine on the tip of her bra revealing a rigid nipple. "I haven't been laid in days."
"We can't allow any wine to go to waste." Herb moved to suck her wet bra and nipple.
Before he got there she doused her other teat. Oh, that's cool."
On his knees, Herb licked the excess fluid from each nipple, and reached behind her to unfasten the hooks of her bra.
She assisted by raising her arms over her head.
He pulled the cups from under her plump tits and they vibrated falling to their natural position looking like pendulous melons.
He cupped them with his hands and kissed her ruby red lips.
She responded with a "Humm," and an accepting mouth and darting tongue.
The held each other for a long time with tongues entwining, has hand fondling her breasts, and her hands exploring his back side.
Rachel reacted to her teats being stimulated by pulling her green trousers from her waist and under her ass. "Suck," she commanded and went about the task of removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt before unbuckling his belt and downing his zipper.
As the limo went around a curve they separated.
She scrambled to remove her panties and fished for his cock. "Oh, you've got a nice one, let me try it out." She straddled his lap, pulled her pussy lips apart, and spindled herself on his shaft groaning, "Aaaaugh, I needed that." She sat still enjoying being filled, and she lifted her breasts to his face. "Suck on both of them while I hump your staff."
He smiled and took one nipple into his mouth and fondled the other.
Resting on her haunches she slid up and down his erection. She felt his cock hardening and swelling. "Herb, you're not going to last long." Placing her hands on his shoulders, she drove her cunt as hard and fast as she could on him.
His breathing became faster, he perspired, he groaned, "Damn, damn, I'm coming already," and he lifted his hips to push deeper into her cavity as he lost control and ejected spurt after spurt into her.
She continued humping him until he became limp and slipped from her."
"Wow you're a great piece-of-ass." He pulled her close with his face buried between her breasts.
They were quiet for a while enjoying the release of sexual tension.
"Do we have enough time for seconds?" She asked crawling off of him.
He smiled. "Yes, but it'll take me a while to recover."
"Let's finish our wine. Do you have any food? Fucking always makes me hungry."
"Yes, I have some snacks." He pulled them from the refrigerator and poured them more wine. "You're going to be an incredible asset to this weekend. If you treat all men like you've treated me you may not get much sleep."
"I can go a week without sleep if I'm busy doing something else."
They ate, drank and talked.
She removed the rest of his clothes, and fondled his limp cock until it started to stiffen. "Aha, now we can have some more action." She got on the floor, rested her head on the seat, and spread her legs. "Give it to me doggie style, but I want you to play with my tits."
He shoved himself into her pussy, leaned over her back and grabbed her boobs. Holding on to her, he slowly thrust in and out, in and out. At the same time he hardened her nipples adding to his pleasure.
She was not close to an orgasm but she began to moan at each of his down strokes, "Oh, aah, yas, oof."
He rooted with increasing enthusiasm and quickened his speed and power.
"Use your finger on my clit."
He released one tit and placed the other on her honey button.
Circling his finger around her clit aroused Rachel. "Harder and faster," she cried.
Herb increased the speed of his stroking and the speed of his finger circling her clit.
"Oooah, nice, very nice, keep it up." She wiggled from side to side to increase her pleasure.
He was motivated to bring her to an orgasm, and he rammed her harder and faster as well as continuing to massage her clit.
"I'm getting close keep it up."