If there is one thing I like about booking a hooker it is the fact that, as long as you use an agency that has a good reputation, you're going to get a decent fuck for your money.
There is no time wasting trying to pick a chick up in a bar and spending a heap of money on drinks and still finishing the night on your lonesome if you book a hooker. You simply make the call, choose which girl you want; set a time and she turns up and you get your fuck.
What could be more simple and satisfying than that?
And so it was last night. It was just the same as I had done dozens of times before. I was away on business, stuck in my hotel room and feeling horny so I called the agency that I always use in that town and they sent round a girl.
Not just any girl, I'm a bit particular about the girls I want to fuck even if it is going to be a simple business transaction. I always like my women to be a bit older, a bit more experienced, a bit more interested in pleasing their client than pleasing themselves.
And that is what they offered me, a brunette in her late thirties, nice boobs and a cute ass, happy personality and very accommodating.
Reading between the lines that probably meant that she was at least forty and not blonde, was not flat chested, had an ass, smiled sometimes, and fucked once you gave her the cash.
I suppose you could call me a cynical, but I've learned to decipher agency double-talk and still end up with a girl who meets my needs.
I was just out of the shower when I heard a gentle tap at the door. I couldn't be bothered trying to get dressed so I wrapped the towel around my waist and went and opened the door.
There was the accommodating brunette, in a tight top, a short denim skirt, knee high boots and a smile that made me take some serious notice.
She was also taking some serious notice of me and her smile was getting bigger.
I laughed, "So you've been blacked before?"
'Oh yeah ..." she said softly and licked her lips, "You know what they say about black cocks and white women."
Her boobs weren't big but they weren't small either and the way her short skirt was stretched over her hips I was fairly sure that she did have a cute ass after all. The thing that really caught my attention though were her eyes. They were big and dark and I could have lost myself in them if I had let myself.
Carlie introduced herself and I invited her in. I got a chance to check out her cute ass as she walked past me and there was no doubt that it was cute. I had a very strong urge to run my hand up under that short skirt to feel those tight round cheeks and I gave in to it.
The visual promise was certainly supported by the way her ass felt under the palm of my hand.
I half expected her to get angry that I had felt her up before the money had changed hands. Some girls are like that, but she just giggled wickedly and bent over so that I could get a better feel.
The evening was beginning to look good.
I squeezed her ripe ass and she giggled again and turned so that she was facing me.
"If you can feel my tushie then maybe I should be feeling what you have under that towel."
Her voice was low and husky and her fingers were gentle as the brushed over the growing bulge between my legs.
"Oooh" she giggled. "That feels promising!"
Her hands slowly pulled the towel away from my hips and as it fell to the floor, she took my cock and gently stroked it.
"Hmmm" she purred. "A big black cock - the answer to every maiden's prayer."
