Home Service
We waited until Friday night for Penny's debut. At 7 PM, Dave sent me a text message or more accurately Penny got the text.
My cell phone pinged and I got a message that read, "Penny, straight lay - $200?"
I texted back, "Sorry, min 250 without oral. 300 gets U head to start. Am TOTALLY worth it."
It took a few minutes before he texted back, "K - get here by 8. Wife out then."
I told Dave, "A friend needs me to help pick out hand towels. I'll be back in a couple of hours," and I was out the door before he had a chance to said goodbye.
I'd rented a nearby cheap hotel room for the weekend earlier in the day and had all of my clothing and supplies already waiting. I spent the next half-hour getting ready. I drive back to my "clients" house and rang the bell. I introduced myself when Dave answered the door, "Hi, I'm Penny, your date for the night."
The look on Dave's face was priceless when he saw me. His jaw hung open, and he stammered something about me cuming inside. I had on the red leather mini complete with shimmery stockings with a dark seam in back. With no bra and the tight satin blouse my erect nipples left very little to the imagination as to the suppleness of my breasts. My eyes were accentuated with a dark smoky eye shadow and heavy mascara that gave me an aura of intrigue. In the heels and tiny skirt, my legs seemed to go on forever.
"The agency insists that I'm paid up front, sir." My voice was low and sensual. I put out my hand with the palm up. Dave's hand was trembling as he passed me three hundred-dollar bills.
We chatted briefly just as if we were two complete strangers in the prelude of intimacy, but my customer seemed nervous. I wondered if this was his first time with a high end whore. I made a mental note to ask later.
Even though it had been just ten-minutes, I found myself wanting to get down to business. It wasn't as if I needed to rush off to my next John; this was the only punch in my dance card for the evening. Somehow, I just seemed to go with the territory. I was relieved when he took me by the hand and kissed me before leading me toward the bedroom.
"Sorry, I guess we're not supposed to kiss," he said awkwardly.
"It's alright, sir. I'm with an elite service. It's included in the package."
"You can call me Dave."
I had him sit on the bed and began to unzip his pants. "Very well, Dave it is. I want you to tell me if you think you're about to cum. I want you to enjoy the entire experience." I tugged at his pants and then removed his shorts.
He smiled with that slight sense of arrogance he usually had when it came to sex. Dave was a true swordsman in the sack, but I had a few new maneuvers I'd been rehearsing. I knelt and placed my head between his legs. I looked up to see him surveying every curve of my legs.
His cock was throbbing in my hands; actually quivering with excitement. I kissed the circumcised head of his shaft and began to circle the tip of it with my tongue. I traversed it numerous times, working it ever so slightly into my mouth with each circumnavigation. I watched as he closed his eyes; slowly beginning to moan with pleasure. It reminded me of a cat purring. His breathing became deeper, and I could taste the precum jizm begin to excrete over my brightly painted red lips. I'd been assured that this particular brand of lipstick wouldn't smear while performing fellatio. It's unfortunate that women need to specifically request it at the makeup counter, but it is worth the asking.
"Oh, shit, I think I'm getting ready to cum. No, not yet," Dave said in a panic. He'd only gone ten minutes.
"It's alright Dave. We can slow down. I crawled up onto his body. His shirt was still on and buttoned. I tore the two sides apart. A couple of the buttons flew across the room, and I rubbed my tits over his bare chest.
His two hands cupped my ass through the supple leather encasement. He rubbed it experiencing it unique curvatures. "You not wearing any underwear." The expensive skirt was made of such fine leather, it was actually possible to tell.
"I never bother with them. Such a waste of time," I whispered into his ear.
He began to unbutton my blouse. My melons poured out after the second button was released. He began to suck on each nipple like a man starving. Ordinarily, I loved his attention to my sensitive areola, but my mindset at the moment needed to focus solely on his pleasure. Instead, I glanced at my shoes and wondered if the strappy sandals might have worked better with the skirt. The color was a near-perfect match.
My self-diversion worked. My face falsely conveyed a look of near indifference that seemed to excite Dave even more. I realized he didn't want me as a wife at this moment, but instead to be his whore. I felt a strange power in the prospect.
Despite my facial expression of triviality, my vagina wasn't buying into the deception. With my hips rhythmically gyrating across my client's stomach, my animated pussy leaked its distinctive nectar across his taut flesh. I was about to engulf Dave's hardened member with my sweet honeypot; the tip of his erection near the entry point, when I stopped.
"What? Why stop now?" His voice took on a pleading tone I wasn't used to hearing from a macho male like my husband. He bucked his hips as he tried without success to move his stiff member into my breech.
"You'll have to put on a condom. Sorry, sir, agency requirements." I made the requirement sound as matter of fact as possible. I reached for a gold foil packed I had in my purse.
"Stella, this isn't necessary. It's taking things too far."
"Sorry, I have no idea who Stella is. Your wife? Do you want me to pretend to be married to you? Sure, I can do that, but you'll still have to wear a rubber. Your health, as well as mine, as they say."
He thrust his pelvis forward, but to no avail. I simply moved up his torso and denied him entry.
