"Hi, you must be Mark. I'm your date for tonight." I looked up at the goddess who stood before me in the hotel restaurant where I was staying. She was in her mid-twenties, with piercing green eyes. She had medium length brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore a low cut white blouse, exposing the cleavage on her above average chest. She wore a wide black leather belt holding up the black skirt that came to just below her knees. Her outfit was topped off by a pair of what I presumed to be knee high black suede boots. Her makeup was definitely a little heavy, but aside from that, there were no other indications that my date for the evening was an escort.
I stood up and leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek. "Hi, I'm Mark. Please sit down. What should I call you?"
We both settled into the table. "Call me Eve." The waiter appeared, and she ordered a Chardonnay. I ordered a second Scotch. "So tell me Mark, what do you do?"
I chuckled a little. "Well, I'm an engineer by trade, but in this economy, I'm currently in between jobs. I guess you could say that I'm a house husband."
"Does your wife know you're here with me? Does she know this is how you are spending her hard earned money?"
"She doesn't know I'm here," I answered, as the waiter brought their drinks to the table. "But she should probably figure out something like this would happen."
"Oh, why is that?"
"Well, she's been a little distant and inattentive lately. I think she may be having an affair. I think she may be fucking her boss."
"So you are here for revenge?" Eve asked in a non judgmental tone.
"No. It's nothing like that. I'm just lonely, looking for a little companionship. Oh, and for someone to help get me off."
"I think that can be arranged. Tonight is going to be a pleasure for me. Most of my clients aren't as young and handsome as you are."
"I'm not really hungry. What do you say we just finish our drinks, head upstairs to my room, and raid the mini-bar?"
Eve threw back her Chardonnay, and stood up. "Let's go."
I threw some money onto the table, not even bothering to charge it to the room, and hurried after Eve as she strode regally through the lobby. The click of the heels of her boots seemed to drown out the commotion in the semi busy lobby, and it appeared as if all eyes turned to follow her as she made her way to the elevator. I finally managed to catch up with her, a little breathless, as she pushed the up button. The door opened immediately, and we got on. The door closed behind us before anyone else could join us. As I pushed the button for the nineteenth floor, Eve placed her hands on my chest and roughly pushed me into the corner. Without warning she pounced, hungrily devouring my lips with hers. As her tongue darted out of her mouth and insinuated itself into mine, I could feel her hand grasp my stiffening rod, and she forcefully stroked me as she devoured my kisses. The car dinged to announce our arrival, and without missing a beat, she pivoted, and exited the elevator with feline grace. I scrambled out, not bothering to adjust my now visible hard on, and took her hand and led her to room 1914. Now it was my turn to surprise her, and I spun her around and forced her back against the door, and attacked her mouth with the same savagery she displayed in the elevator. My finger found the hem of her skirt, and started to inch it up her thighs.
"Let's not waste time out here, lover. Take me inside and do whatever you want to me," she whispered into my ear. I was going to have fun tonight. I slid the key into the slot, pumped the handle, and without breaking my kiss or moving my other hand from her skirt, I pushed us into the room. I closed the door behind us, and pushed her back until she was against the door again. I hiked her skirt up, revealing that my suspicions were correct: she was wearing knee high boots. As our tongues explored each other, her hand went back to my now rigid cock, and she started stroking me again through my pants. Without warning, she turned me around so now my back was against the door. She looked deep into my eyes as she broke our kiss, and then dropped down to her knees.
I could feel her breath on my cock through my pants as she knelt in front of me. She slowly unzipped my pants, and reached inside the opening. I finally felt her fingers grasp my cock, rather than feeling her touch through my pants. As she worked on getting my cock out, I helped by undoing my belt and button, allowing my pants to drop to the floor. I closed my eyes and waited with uneasy anticipation as she lightly stroked my manhood, wanting more than anything to feel the soft, moist contours of her mouth. I felt her lips brush against me as I waited, but that was as close as her mouth got. "We should probably discuss payment," she said panting, breathing on my cock while she continued to stroke me. "What is it exactly you are looking for tonight?"
"What will five thousand dollars get me?" I asked.
"That will get you whatever you want until sunrise."
"There's cash in my pocket, which I can't reach right now. You can go ahead and count it if you want. Five thousand."
"I trust you, hon. I bet all of your wife's money is there for your hooker tonight." Without another word, she moved her hand to the base of my cock and swallowed my entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She bobbed her head, choking and gasping as she deep throated me. I rested my hands on her head, and held her head near my body so she would linger with my cock fully in her throat. She cupped my balls, and I could feel her tongue moving across my shaft even with my cock buried in her mouth. In a few minutes I felt the cum starting to churn in my balls. I used my hands to stop her from going down on me, and started to jack myself off, pointing my cock at her face.
"Open your mouth," I ordered, and she complied. A few more strokes was all it took to make myself cum, and I shot several strands of gooey cum into her waiting mouth. Some landed on her lips and chin, but a few well placed flicks of her tongue and an assist from a finger got all of my sperm into her waiting mouth.
She stood up, and I spun her around so she was facing away from me. I grabbed her tits through her clothes, and felt her up though her blouse. I undid the buttons, opening the blouse, and felt the lace covering her nipples. I squeezed her nipples, and she started to moan. She reached behind her to pull my head down to her neck, and I started to kiss her. "Hike your skirt up," I hissed between kisses. She hiked up her skirt, and I reached down with one hand to explore what she was wearing underneath the skirt. I discovered she was wearing fishnet pantyhose, and I rubbed her thighs and over her pussy as she ground her ass against my slackened prick.
"Why don't you go sit down on that chair over there, and I'll give you a dance until you get hard again. That way, you can fuck my ass or pussy, whatever you want." I sat in the chair as she suggested, and she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She turned on the room's clock radio, and adjusted the station until some hip hop dance music came out. I watched her stalk me across the room, and she started pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra. She climbed on me straddled me face to face, and rubbed her nipples until they stood straight out, inches from my face. I leaned up to kiss them through her bra, but she gave me a little push so I had to sit all the way back in the chair. She leaned in close, and propped one knee up on the chair and stated to grinding my cock. She ran her hands through my hair, and breathed on my earlobe and gave it a quick lick. "Is this turning you on, baby?"
I ran my hands over her thighs as she moved, and started to caress her ass. I pulled her close so she increased the intensity of the grinding. Even though I had just cum a few minutes before, I could feel the beginnings of a new erection. "Take off your bra," I said, halfway between pleading and ordering. She rose up off of me, and turned around so I could only watch as she reached behind her to unstrap and drop the bra from her body. She turned to face me with her hand covering her nipples, but I could still see the swell of her breasts as she seductively danced in front of me. She took the index finger of the hand not acting as a bra, and ran it over my lips. I grabbed that hand and pulled her closer. She sort of fell on top of me, and before she could right herself, I swooped in for a kiss.
As we kissed, she removed her hand from her breasts, and threw both hands around my head. She straddled me with both legs on the chair, and ground against my hard cock. "That didn't take long," she said, pausing in our kiss for a moment to tease me. She kissed me again, and my hands roamed over her breasts. I cupped them and squeezed them together. I rolled my thumbs over her erect nipples, and then squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger.