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."
I laughed. "And the answer to yours?" I asked.
"Oh yes" she said as she looked me straight in the eye. "Very definitely the answer to mine ... although I'm no maiden."
She reached up and kissed me gently full on the lips and I felt the tip of her tongue dart into my mouth and then retreat. It was an invitation that I wasn't going to pass up.
I took her in my arms and kissed her hard and she responded with a low growl deep in her throat. I pulled her close to me and let my hands slowly slip down her back and onto her ass. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and pulled her against my hard cock.
She responded with her tongue and then began grinding her hips against my cock. This girl was definitely not just going through the motions ... she was on heat and hungry for all I could give her.
I slipped my hands up under her skirt and found that beneath the short piece of denim she was naked. As we continued to kiss, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and let one finger explore the valley between them.
Once my finger found her anus it began to explore and probe the tight ring. She moaned again and bit my lip - just a gentle warning nip that spoke more of 'not yet' rather than 'not ever'.
And then she pulled away and stepped back. As I watched she pulled her top up over her head and then turned her back to me.
I knew what she was offering and I slowly undid the clasp of her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.
As it joined the towel on the floor she rested her back against my chest as my hands explored her boobs and my fingers teased and pinched her nipples.
Again she growled deep in her throat and pushed her tight ass back against my cock as I enjoyed the feel of her firm ripe breasts.
She leaned back and turned her head slightly and we kissed again as I continued to play with her tits. Our tongues met and danced and my hands slid down over her belly and onto her skirt.
Once my fingers found the hem of her skirt they slowly slid her skirt up onto her hips and then my fingers slipped through her soft bush and began playing with her pussy.
