Maria :
The business conference was an annual money maker for me as a call girl. We were paid by the sponsoring company to offer our services to any client who made the request for our sexual expertise.
Any complaints from us about mistreatment, the client and was blocked from this service. It was very rarely a problem.
Tonight I was feeling badly in need of sex. Sometimes I acted out the part, tonight would be for real. As requested by the punter, my blonde hair was down to my shoulders, and I wore a black leather top, tight black leather trousers and black bra and panties. The latter were wet with my lust already, as I spoke to the usual receptionist girl at the hotel where conference members were staying.
It was far from the first time we had spoken in these circumstances. She was cute, and blushed nicely as she again eyed my cleavage and swell of my breasts. I knew she fancied me, and was pretty sure she knew the feeling was mutual. But it had remained a shared fantasy up till then, maybe one day, and she would not have to pay!
I knocked on the bedroom door and to my amazement, heard a woman invite me in.
She wore a silk dressing gown, over her tall, elegant figure. Her perfume made me feel dizzy with need and lust. I sometimes was hired by women, but really this sultry, dark skinned beauty made my pussy became even wetter, aching for her. i noted that I shook a little as I spoke to her, my voice hoarse with need. She asked if I would "go with" a woman, her not large breasts rising, as did her voice. She blushed invitingly. I said "certainly", regaining a little composure. We embraced, a deep kiss evolving.
We then touchingly introduced ourselves, and even shook hands, before another passionate kiss!
The dressing gown was soon off. I adored her neat boobs and coal black nipples, the hint of pink at the tip. I feasted on them, and took time to kiss as much of this beauty as I could possibly kiss and roam with my hands and body.
I am strong enough to pick her up, and did this to lay her on the bed. Then I got to exploring her even more. She almost sobbed, as she told me of her desperate need.
Rachel :
Well, I thought long and hard as I lay on the hotel room double bed I knew some of the guys ordered a call girl, expenses all paid.
The thought tormented me as I lay warm, cosy, and to be filled with frustrated lust. My dressing gown opened as my fingers searched for my needful pussy.
If only I knew the number to ring!
I preferred women, and in my fevered thinking, was prepared to risk her saying no deal, no bliss!
In desperation, I opened the bedside draw, and there, sitting on top of
The Bible, was a card, with brief and obvious detail of the call girl service the men used, and the phone number I thought I would never get, that night.
