The Bill Solution

Melissa stood in front of her "client" clad only in her thigh-high stockings and the stiletto heels she'd bought just yesterday during a shopping trip with her husband, Lane. As the client looked her over from the sofa he was seated on, her mind wandered back to how she had arrived at this point. Ultimately, it had been the crushing debt of their bills and their mutual desire to get out from under them quickly that had brought her to this point. Lane was working two part-time jobs in addition to his regular job. She had tried working a part-time job, but honestly, the pay wasn't that good, and the demands of her regular job were such that her hours needed to be more flexible, and this job certainly offered that.

She and Lane had talked about this idea where they usually did such talking-in the bed. She, surprisingly, had been the one to broach the subject and made certain Lane was not only on-board with the idea but would be o.k. with the changes in their evenings, especially weekends, that would be necessary for her to be successful at this. Where they lived was not exactly a hotbed of prostitution, after all, and when this was boiled down to its core, that is what Melissa was doing tonight, taking the final step toward becoming a prostitute. Yes, she was, technically, a "call girl," and a high-priced one at that (or so it seemed to her), but the real bottom-line was she was now a prostitute, a hooker, a woman "on the game." But, in her mind right now, she only planned on doing this until the bills were paid off completely. Then, their incomes from their regular jobs and Lane's military retirement would be more than enough to sustain them. When Melissa had told her "madam" this, she gave her what Melissa knew was one of those "knowing" smiles, but Melissa knew even if she loved this, she didn't want a career as a hooker, prostitute or call girl...whatever the name, she knew this was something part-time. It had to be; it just had to be.

It had taken awhile to find a "madam" for Melissa to work for. But, by persevering, they were able to penetrate that world and Melissa had made an appointment for an interview. "Who knew one had to pass an interview to become a call girl?" she had thought while waiting for the madam. Certainly, they had not thought that would be a necessary step in the process. At any rate, the interview had gone well; Melissa had been surprised she wasn't asked to strip so Melody, the madam, could appraise her body, but that wasn't necessary after Melissa shared that her preference was to have black men as her exclusive clients. Melody had told her that, especially in the Little Rock, West Memphis, and southern Arkansas areas of the state while it was easy to find women who would fuck a black man; it was infinitely harder to find white women who were willing to be seen in public with black men-a requirement for a call girl/escort. Once Melissa told Melody that she and Lane were swingers and she'd been with a few black men in the past, her employment was finalized. That had been Thursday evening. The next afternoon, Friday, Melody had called her and given her the assignment she was now fulfilling. So, in the space of two days, Melissa had gone from wife and mother to wife, mother, and call girl/escort. Her reverie was broken by the rich baritone voice of her first client.

"So, Melody tells me this is your first time. Is that right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Are you married?"

"Yes, I am."

"Does he know?"

"Yes, he does. We don't keep any secrets from each other."

"Good. Well, do you need to go freshen up first?"

"No, I took care of that before I came upstairs." This was not something Melody had told her to do; it was just something that came to her as she walked from the lobby to the elevator. So, she had detoured to the ladies' room and had "freshened" up a bit before making her appointment.

He directed her to remove her heels but told her do so standing close to him and by putting her foot on the coffee table. As she did so, he began to run his hands over her stocking-covered thighs and bare ass. He was an extremely good-looking black man, and, because of that, his touch was electric. She reached for his hand as she took off the second heel and held it away from her body. "It's my first time, but I do know the payment comes first," she said with a smile. "So, again, you are not with any law enforcement entity nor are you working in coordination with any city, county, and state or federal law enforcement agency, are you?"

"No. I am not. I'm just a man who wants to pay you for your time and sexual favors. There, by my saying that to you, it means this would be a loser case. O.K.?"

"Yes, that's fine. O.K., three hours is $1500. For that, you get straight sex and oral. Nothing else."

"That's fine. Come here." As she stood in front of him, he pulled out his money clip and counted fifteen $100 dollar bills and handed them to her. She took the money and felt a tingle go through her for she knew this wasn't the type of business where she could give him his money back if she changed her mind. No, the commitment had been made and for the next three hours, this man owned her. Within the limits of the contract they'd just made, her body was his to gain his sexual satisfaction and the thought of that aroused her, she had to admit. Bending over at the chair positioned close to the sofa, she opened her purse and put the money in a side pocket. She stood up and looked at him.

"I have nine on my watch. Guess you're my Cinderella until midnight. Come closer."

Melissa did as instructed and moved toward her customer as he parted his thighs so she could stand right at the edge of the sofa; the heat off his body warmed her calves as she waited for him to take control of the body he'd just purchased. He reached into the band of one thigh-high and slowly started its journey down her leg as goosebumps began to run over her body. She raised her foot off the floor as he finished removing the stocking from her leg. He moved to the band of the stocking on her right leg and repeated the task. Now, she was completely nude in front of her fully clad customer. He put downward pressure on her hips, and she knelt in front of him. As her second knee met the carpet, her hand moved to his waistband, and she began the process of revealing his cock. His ebony shaft rose out of his slacks and boxer briefs and Melissa began to lick up and down his rapidly hardening shaft. He raised his hips, and she pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. She removed his shoes, socks, trousers, and underwear before moving back up to his crotch. While she had been doing her tasks, he had removed his shirt and t-shirt. The light in the room shined on his shaved head and highlighted the muscles on his body.

"Thank goodness he's good looking," Melissa thought to herself as she began anew her oral and hand arousal of his cock. "That, at least, makes this easier."

As her mouth began to envelop his cock, he moved his hands to the side of her face and felt the place where her lips were closed around his cock. With one hand, she massaged his massive balls while the other hand acted as a guard to control the depth his cock gained in her mouth. As she got into it more, his cock went deeper and deeper into her mouth. She felt his cock harden and something she hadn't considered entered her mind. Her normal practice was to swallow when a man came in her mouth. She did so with her husband and with the men, in couples and singles that they met and became intimate with in the lifestyle. What was she to do here? Oh well, she told herself. You're not using a condom like most hookers do when giving head, so why not show him what he gets by paying top price. So, as his cock head began to swell in her mouth and he let her know he was about to come, she continued the assault on his cock with her mouth and hand. As he began to come, she felt the warm liquid fill her mouth and she swallowed his come just as she always did for Lane.

Melissa got the reaction she hoped this would elicit when he told her how good it felt to fill her mouth and know she was swallowing his come.

"If you fuck as good as you suck, darlin', you have a customer every time I'm in town."

"Guess we'll have to see about that, won't we?" Melissa smiled as she said this, proud that her instincts had served her so well.

As she said this, he pulled her up onto his lap. Melissa put her arm around his shoulder as he began to trace his hands over her fit, tanned body. Tingles rushed through Melissa as she watched his large black hands touch her in places normally reserved for those men she had met before at "meet & greets," friends' parties or screened through one of her and Lane's online accounts. Nothing like that was the case now; this man had paid for her time and now her body was his to touch wherever it pleased him if it didn't go beyond her limits.

"Do you kiss on the lips?"

"Yes, I do. It's the only way I'll get completely aroused, to be honest with you."

"Wow, an honest hooker. I'm going to like this."

Hearing the word "hooker" on another's lips made a jolt run through Melissa, but it was only momentary as he pulled her face to his and began to kiss her. He began gently and slowly opened her mouth with his tongue. She responded and his expertise with his lips and tongue soon had her into the moment again. He parted her legs as she sat on his lap and gently rested his hands on her bare pussy lips. Even though her lips were locked to his, an audible sigh came from her as she felt the warmth of his hands on her vulva. She felt, also, the rush of her juices filling up her pussy as she expected there wouldn't be much foreplay since for this encounter the adage "time is money" truly had meaning. Melissa was startled as he rose from the sofa and lifted her in one easy movement; she felt safe and secure in his arms, though, feeling the firmness of them as he held her close walking to the bed where she knew she would fulfill the rest of the terms of their contract.

"Are you allergic to latex condoms? If so, I have some silicone ones, also."

"No, latex is fine...and thank you for not making me have to remind you."

"No problem. While this is your first time, it isn't mine, Melissa. I will reiterate, though, that if you fuck as good as you sucked my cock, I will want to be a regular on your schedule. I get into Little Rock every three weeks or so; I will let Melody know in advance so you can keep your Saturday evenings clear for me. By the way, how much more would it be if I wanted you the rest of the evening?"

"That would be hard this time as I didn't come prepared. Melody told me it would be, at most, a four-hour appointment. I must leave here by four a.m., so it would be another $2000 plus a $500 additional charge because it wasn't scheduled."

"Tell you what, I'm going to take a chance," he said as he rose from the bed and brought his wallet out of his jacket pocket for the second time this evening. "I'm willing to bet you're going to be a fantastic fuck, so here's my card. Make your call and then I don't have to be in a hurry, and you don't have to watch the clock."

Melissa took the credit card from him, called Melody, and told her she would be with her client until four a.m. and the charge would be $2500. Once she had a confirmation number, Melissa hung up, gave him back his card and said, "Thank you, Terrence. Looks like I'm yours for the rest of the evening and thank you for the confidence you have in me."

"Don't worry, you're about to earn it. "

He gently pushed her back on the bed and pulled her to the edge of it as he knelt at the side of the bed. He attacked her pussy with his mouth and tongue suddenly. He wasn't rough, just insistent and Melissa's moans told him he was pushing all the right buttons. She put the soles of her feet on his shoulders and began to move her pussy against his mouth. He deftly reached for and positioned a pillow under her ass giving him better access to her sweet, wet pussy. She looked down to see his shaved head between her legs and let her hands roam over his shoulders and arms as she moaned at the sight and the corresponding feel of his mouth on her pussy.

He looked up at her as his hands began to massage her breasts bringing her already hardening nipples and areolae to full attention and arousal. "Don't ever change the way you're responding right now, Melissa. It's the major difference between you and any other hooker I've been with. Your responses are genuine, and any man responds to those better than to a faked response. You keep this up and I'll have you climbing the walls when we fuck...and I'll have you an entire black book full of referrals, if you promise to make time for me always."

"We'll have to see. I may still disappoint you, but I'll try not to, Terrence, and honestly, I don't know any other way to be than vocal. Maybe I'm the odd duck in this business, but I love to fuck, so if it feels good, I must give voice to it and what you're doing to me with your mouth feels damned good!"

"Just keep doing what you're doing, and you won't disappoint me, Melissa," Terrence said as he returned his concentration on her pussy. As he continued, Melissa relaxed and let her desires and urges take over. As a result, she was soon coming as Terrence continued to eat her out. Her moans and screams were echoing throughout the suite as he continued to keep her at a high state of arousal. As she began to come down, her would touch her clit with the flat of his tongue and this only served to rekindle the flame that was still racing through her. Terrence had his hands on the back of her thighs and her feet were pointing at the ceiling as he continued his oral assault but at a much slower and gentler pace. The orgasms were smaller, but they were still orgasms, nonetheless. Finally, Terrence stopped his oral ministrations to her labia and came up on the bed next to her. As he lay down beside her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Melissa tasted her juices on his lips and tongue as he began kissing her with a hunger that let her know he was ready to fuck her, fuck her long and fuck her hard.

"Terrence, I have a request if that's permitted."

"Depends, Melissa. I have paid for you remember and I want the maximum return on my money. What is it you want to ask?"

"I know you're ready to fuck; I can feel it in the hardness against my thigh, but if you will give us about fifteen to twenty minutes of foreplay...kissing, sucking, and stuff like that, I think I'll be able to come when you fuck me...if that's important to you. If not, then I'm ready to give you what you've paid for, handsomely I might add."

Terrence gave his answer by pulling her on top of him and kissing her deeply. She sat up on his stomach and could feel the head of his hard cock pushing right at the crease of her ass cheeks. She rose and placed her pussy on top of his cock, separating her labia so the juices in her pussy were able to come out and coat his cock. His hands played with her stomach, her breasts, her ass, her thighs, her neck, and her legs. He traced his hands on her face and pulled her to him. Her mouth opened as her face neared his and her lips locked together with his as she kissed him deeply. Melissa thought to herself that she may be a call girl now, but if Melody kept pairing her up with such good-looking and sexually talented black men as Terrence, she'd be a willing call girl. She was as wet now as she got with Lane or some of the other men they "swung" with at times, but more importantly, she was feeling aroused and desirous of the man whose cock she would soon have splitting her open, a cock she was ready and willing to surrender her body to because he was definitely turning her on and she most certainly wanted to know if he fucked as good as he kissed and ate pussy. If so, it would be a pleasure, hers and his, for her to reserve a spot in her customer roster for him. Yes, Melody had been right; she only allowed her girls who consented to being with black men to service classy black men only, gentlemen with manners in public but men who loved taking control of sex hungry white women. And since Melissa was one of only two white females who were willing to entertain black men exclusively, Melissa knew she'd get lots of business in a city like Little Rock. Working so close to her home, though, exposed her to the possibility, a very real one at that, of being seen by people she knew or worked with. This was something she and Lane had discussed but they were willing to take that risk.

The kiss broke and Terrence rolled them over on the bed. She felt the press of his weight pushing her into the bed and it felt good to her. Terrence raised himself off her and reached for a condom on the nightstand. She watched with rapt fascination as Terrence rolled the condom down his black cock. She hated to press her luck, but felt it was necessary to speak up again.

"You know, if you'll let me ride you for a bit, it will let my natural juices flow out plus, it will allow me to adjust to the size of your cock easier. Again, if that's something you don't want, you've paid for me, and you can take me as you wish. I'm just trying to add to the experience for both of us."

Again, he gave Melissa his answer by pulling her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. Melissa grasped his cock, which was a little longer than Lane's by maybe an inch but was much, much thicker, and used the head to open her labia in preparation for his cock being completely inside her. She moaned softly as his large head split her open and she rocked gently back and forth allowing her pussy to adjust to the thickness of Terrence's cock. Soon, she was sitting on his loins with his cock fully inside her. Terrence pulled her down to him. The pull was not as gentle as before and the hunger inside him to use the woman he had purchased for these seven hours began to manifest itself in a physical sense. While Melissa continued to grind on Terrence's cock, he began to piston his shaft in and out of her wet, slippery pussy. He forced himself into new areas of her pussy and while it didn't hurt her, she could feel a difference in him. He was still a gentleman; he was just beginning to take charge and, since Melissa had always been turned on by men who knew how to take charge in bed, her responses to him intensified. The hunger inside him for the white woman he'd paid for was now at its peak and he was not going to be denied the privilege of fucking her the way HE wanted to fuck her.

Terrence's hands moved to her hips, and he pushed her down on to his cock making sure her pussy was taking every inch of him. Once he was satisfied he was fully in her, he rolled her off him and told her to get on her hands and knees. Melissa did as directed and, still showing some courtesy, Terrence moved a pillow under her hips, so she'd have support for the pounding she knew she was about to take. Terrence wasted no time in bottoming out in her shoving his thick black cock deep inside her. The smack of his skin slamming into her echoed in her ears as did the feeling of utter animalistic desire that was unleashed in her as he began to take control of his purchase. Each stroke found Melissa being surprised at how good it felt to have his thick cock filling her up. Again, Terrence gripped her "baby-making" hips and she felt his urgency and desire for her as he fucked her with a forcefulness and passion she hadn't experienced in awhile from anyone other than Lane.

"Like this dick in you, girl?" Terrence asked.

"Yes. It's starting to feel pretty good."

"You ain't seen or felt nothing yet, sweet white bitch."

As he said this to her, he intensified his pounding of her. He also rose on her so his strokes were bottoming out in her. His weight pressed her into the bed and against the pillow. His hot breath was on her neck as he began to "long stroke" her with a passion. She could tell she was getting wetter from the sounds of her pussy juices being forced out by his thick black cock causing them to begin to coat her inner thighs and trickle down her legs to the bed. She reached between her legs to hold his cock and feel it as it forced its way into her tight pussy. As her hand touched his cock, Terrence moaned a little and told her how good that felt and that unlike other hookers he'd been with, he really enjoyed the fact that her actions showed she was enjoying what was being done to her by her trick.