The Call Girl

Phillip's secretary called me from his office aroundfive. A client had come into town unexpectedly and myhusband had been given the duty of seeing that Chad, (thatwas the client's name) got settled at his hotel. I hung up the phone and thought how odd it was that myhusband hadn't offered to have Chad join us for supper. As Isat at my dressing table, I reflected on the conversation I'djust had. Something wasn't right. Then the phone rangagain. "Hello?" "Hello, Kris? This is Phillip Blaine." "I know who you are! What's going on down there?"Something was up. Phillip never calls me Kris, just as Inever call him Phil. Years of living with him, however, havetaught me when it doubt, just play along. He continued theconversation with this "Kris" person. Finally I understood.Chad must have been sitting right across from him and forsome reason, he didn't want the man to know he was talking tome. Phillip continued. "Kris, I've got a friend in from out of town, and I waswondering if you'd be available tonight to help him unwind.You know, show him a good time. Of course, the company willpay your standard fee." "Phillip, I don't have a clue as to what you're doing." "Eight o'clock? That will be fine. We're going to havedinner and then go to the Sheraton for drinks. Why don't wemeet there?" "Do you want me to meet you at the Sheraton?" "Good. That will be fine. Oh, and Kris, why don't youwear that black outfit you were in last week when I saw youin Lufkin? That was absolutely stunning!" "Phillip," I asked, not quite sure what he wanted me todo, but intrigued by the fact that my conversation was notmatching up with his, and starting to catch on, "Do you wantme to meet you but not let on that we're married?" "Oh, yes. That's a great idea. That's very good." "Is this going to be a game?" "I believe it will be. You are available, aren't you?" "I understand. This is a fantasy isn't it?" "Yes it is. You mentioned it to me not long ago ifmemory serves." "Oh, sweetie, memory isn't the only thing I'll beserving tonight!" "Then it's a date, right? Eight tonight at theSheraton." "Eight it is. Oh, and ate it will be!" I hung up thephone. I understood exactly what my husband was doing now.He was fixing me up with Chad, but not as his wife. TonightI was going to be a call girl, a woman who fucked for money!How exciting! I spent the next three hours getting dressed for thepart. I'd just gotten out of the bath when Phillip called.Sitting at my dressing table, I wore only my black lace robewhich was opened, revealing my body in the mirror in front ofme. I was so excited at the prospect of what laid ahead forthe evening! Phillip and I have a very open sex life, weboth fuck whoever strikes our fancy. Many times I've fuckedor sucked a total stranger in a restroom of a club, while myhusband watched, or in the back seat of our car while myhusband drove, watching me in the back seat through the rearview mirror. We have a perfect relationship, he and I. I love toshow off, and he loves to watch me do it. My biggest thrillis sucking off a man while my husband feeds that man's cockinto my mouth, often pumping it faster and faster into mywaiting lips, knowing that soon the stranger will shoot aload of hot cum on my tongue. Phillip loves to watch mentouch me, watch their dicks as they disappear inside my hotpussy. Now he was arranging for me to fuck his client, butinstead of this being a regular night of stuffing my pussywith strange cock, my husband was setting me up to be awhore! No wonder I love him so! I wanted to be special tonight. Usually, I would havegotten dressed, gotten ready to go out and meet this new man,this man I knew full well would be pumping his cock inside mycunt before morning. But first, I wanted to do something Idon't usually do. I reached inside my dresser drawer andpulled out a pair of scissors. I started cutting my pussyhairs. I usually keep my cunny trimmed very close, closeenough for men to see my clit as it pokes past my lower lips.But tonight, I would have a totally shaved pussy! Aftercutting as much as I could, I stepped back into the bath,razor and cream in hand. When I was done, I admired my work.My pussy looked like it did when I was ten years old! I knewthat in the next few days as the hair grew back I would payfor this little bonus with constant irritation. But fortonight, it would be well worth it. My pussy was alreadysoaking, and I hadn't even made myself come yet. Reaching down, my hand caressed my now nude pussy. Itfelt so strange to touch myself there and not feel the lightcoat of downy softness my husband loves to stroke. But hewasn't home right now, no one was, so it was up to me. Mymiddle finger on my right hand started to flick across theclit I knew so well. A shudder went through me as my handworked, slowly at first, than faster, until my finger slippedlower, leaving the ball of my hand to rub the clitoris. Myfinger had slipped inside me, pushing higher, trying to reachthat place that Phillip always touches. As I continued tosit on the edge of the tub, my hand masturbating my cleanlyshaved cunt, I lost myself in reflection. My mind was amontage of mental images, of men who'd fucked me, of men I'dsucked and fucked. I thought about Phillip, how he loved tolick my pussy, especially when it was freshly fucked...especially when it was freshly fucked by someone other thanhim. I was on the verge of coming when the phone rang. Fuckit, I thought. I continued to finger fuck myself as thephone fought for my concentration. Finally, with my handstill stroking my cunny, I picked up the phone. It was myhusband. "Kristi, did you understand what I was trying to say?" "Yes," was the only word I could muster. My orgasm wasjust seconds away. I wanted to come so badly, but I knew myhusband wanted to tell me something. "Okay, listen, I don't have much time. Chad is in thefoyer talking to Linda. I told him I'd fixed him up with avery high class hooker. He's really excited about meetingyou. If you don't want to do this, just tell me, and I'llget Linda to fuck him. Okay?" I was breathing harder now, and couldn't find the wordsto say to my husband. In my mind, I was screaming...no,don't give him to her. He's mine! But in reality, I waslost in the orgasm which was about to overtake me. Phillipunderstood my silence. He spoke again. "Are you fucking yourself? Is your hand inside yourpussy right now?" "Yes." "And are you thinking about tonight?" "Yes." "Are you about to come?" "Yes." "Then do it. Do it now! I want to hear you come overthe phone. Come like the slut you are. You are a slut youknow? Only a slut would meet her husband's client and fuckhim for money." "I know." I could barely whisper. It was time. I wasabout to come, two fingers now inside me, my husband on thephone telling me I was a whore, and mentally thinking aboutthe man I was going to fuck. I came like a waterfall! "Oh, baby! I'm........." "Come, bitch! Come now! Come like the whore you are!Or would you rather I put this call on my speaker phone soeveryone in the office can hear what a slut you are?" That was all I could take. As my husband listened onthe other end, I lost all control and came like I hadn't beentouched in months! Afterwards, there was silence. I wasn'tsure how long I'd taken to cum, nor if Phillip was still onthe other end of the line. When I could speak, all I saidwas "Phillip," is a very soft, quiet voice. "I'm here sweetie. Was that a good come?" "Oh, yes!" "Well, hurry now. You don't want to be late. Kristi?" "Yes?" "I love you." "I know!" I set the phone back in the cradle andthought about what I would wear. We don't usually go to the Sheraton. That's probablywhy Phillip picked it for the meeting. I arrived at 8:15.When I made my entrance, there were few who didn't notice.Wearing the dress my husband requested, I glided across thefloor. My four inch heels made me appear taller than my 5'5"frame allowed. The dress, a satin and silk affair is splitup the side, about five inches beyond the knee. The casualobserver would think I was wearing panty hose. I wasn't.Tonight called for garters and stocking, and little else. Ihad foregone wearing a bra. I don't need one and besides, inthat dress, I couldn't really wear it without it beingobvious. My breasts are 38DD, ride high on my chest, and arecapped with what my husband affectionately calls bulletnipples. Those bullet nipples were sticking straight out!The dress had no back, and precious little front. Cut verylow, my breasts were displayed to their best advantage. Theonly way I could have exhibited them more would be if I wastopless. For now, this was as good as it could get. The dress has a small troubadour type jacket whichallows it to be worn in a more modest setting. I wore thejacket, but didn't buttoned it. When I entered the room, Iimmediately spotted Phillip. But he was alone. He lookedright at me, but made no attempt to hail me or indicate hewanted me to join him. I walked up to the bar and ordered adrink. This was Phillip's party, and I would wait until hemoved it along. As it turned out, I didn't have long towait. Before the bartender could fix my drink, my husband'sclient returned to the table. He was absolutely gorgeous! He must have been 6'6"Phillip is a bit over 6', and Chad was a head taller. Andbuilt! He was wearing an open collar shirt, unbuttoned tothe third button, allowing his smooth chest to contrastagainst his white shirt he was wearing. It made hisblackness seem all that more dark, more sinister. Did Imention that Chad was Black? His sleeves were rolled upabout three turns, and his forearms were pure sex! His facelooked like it had been chiseled out of black granite, cleanshaven. And I mean clean! He didn't have a speck of hairfrom his chin up! I had never been so turned on by the meresight of any man that I could remember. But this guy,looking like a black Mr. Clean, had my pussy wet! His chest sort of tapered into his pants, pants that bythis time I was examining rather closely. I knew I wasimagining it, but it looked like I could see the outline ofhis cock as it ran down his left leg. And imagination ornot, I was excited! Phillip had pointed to me, as if he hadjust spotted me, and motioned me over. The games were aboutto begin! "Hey, Kris! Glad you could make it." My husbandextended his hand to me, as if I were there on a businessdeal. Well, I guess, after a fashion, I was. "How nice to see you again, too, Phillip." I shook hishand with my best Vassar girl manners. "Kris, I'd like you to meet my friend, Chad. Chad, thisis the woman I was telling you about." "It's so nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too. Phillip has been telling meall about you." "All of it nice, I hope." Phillip entered into the conversation at this point. "I hope you don't mind, Kris, but I told Chad about yourhopes of becoming a teacher, and I explained to him thatafter your husband left you, you decided to pursue youreducation." What a crock! I understood why Phillip had said thosethings. I am a teacher, by profession. I teach politicalscience at the university. By telling Chad just a partialbit about me, Phillip had deftly explained why I didn't seemto be your average call girl. Talk about smart! My husbandhad already provided me with the perfect cover. Justas I was about to take a seat, the band started up. Chadreacted with style and class. "Before we sit, would you care to dance?" "I'd love to dance!" was my reply. "Shall we then?" Before I knew what happened, I found myself with Chad'sarms around me, moving me as if I had no substance, no form.I fit into his arms like I'd been made just for that fit! Icould feel his muscles as he led me, gently but with afirmness I would come to appreciate before the night wasover. I seemed to melt into him. And I felt the hardnessrunning down his left leg. No, that wasn't my imagination.I felt a hard cock! He seemed aware of my recent discovery. "I'm sorry if I'm pressing you too hard. It's just whena woman as soft as you comes against me, I'm afraid I forgetmy manners. Is it hurting your leg?" There it was. He was referencing his cock, as if itwere just something pushing against me. I looked up at hisface and replied. "No, it isn't hurting me. I like the feel of a man ashe gets excited." With that, I pushed myself closer to him,and I swear, I could feel his dick harden even more againstthe softness of my legs. When the dance was over, I couldfeel he didn't want to let me go. But he did! Damn, I wasready to fuck him right there, on that dance floor, in frontof a room full of strangers. And in front of my husband. Mypussy was leaking with anticipation. We made our way back tothe table. "Where are you staying?" I asked my new friend. "Right here." "How convenient." I smiled. As I sipped my drink, I exchanged looks with my husband.I was ready to get this show on the road, and wondered how Iwould know when it was time to move on, when someone wouldsuggest that the three of us go up to Chad's room. I waslooking forward to sucking that huge cock, to having it entermy tight cunt, and I was looking forward to watching theexpression on my husband's face as this huge black man fuckedme. Phillip answered my unasked question. And he answeredit with a statement which shook me to my very pussy! "Listen, it's getting late, and I have an early daytomorrow," my husband said looking at his watch. "Why don'tI just call it a night. I hope you too won't mind if Ileave?" Leave! Wait a minute, I thought. Where was he going?He wasn't going to leave me alone, was he? We've beenswingers a long time, but only rarely did we ever swingalone, and certainly not before discussing it at length! Nowmy husband, who had already set me up as a prostitute forthis stranger, was about to leave me alone. I would be on myown. He wouldn't be there to watch me fuck...and get fucked!I started to panic! But suddenly, I knew I'd be okay.Phillip loves me; he'd never put me in any kind of danger.If it was alright with him that I go upstairs with this blackman, if it was alright with him that I get fucked by hisclient, than it would be okay with me. Still, I thought Ishould make at least a token effort to include him in thenight's festivities. "Oh, don't rush off. I was hoping I could entertain theboth of you tonight." "Ordinarily, Kris, you couldn't get me to leave withouta police escort, but I do have a rather busy day tomorrow.I've told Chad that you said you'd have to be back at yourplace by two and he understands that." "Well, can't you at least stay a little while?" I wasalmost begging. I couldn't get over the fact that my husbandwasn't going to be with me. "No, I really can't." "You're not afraid to be with me, alone, are you Kris?"Chad asked. "Oh, no, it's not that. It's just that..." I reallydidn't know what to say. Chad smiled at me and reachedinside his jacket that was lying over the unoccupied chair.He withdrew an envelope and handed it to me. "Phillip said your usual rate was three hundred dollarsfor four hours. I hate to sound so business like, but maybethat will make you feel more comfortable." I looked inside the envelope. There were five onehundred dollar bills! I looked back at Chad. "I don't mind being overcharged," he said with a grin. "Well, then, that settles it. I'm off." With that, myhusband stood, shook hands with Chad, winked and said underhis breath, "Enjoy yourself, pal. And don't wear it out!" And he was gone! I watched my husband walk out the doorand then turned to Chad. I had no idea what to do next. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes. I suppose so." I was still a bit shaken, but Iput on a good front. I stood, picked up my purse and smiledat the man who had bought me for the night. "Yes," I said,"I'm ready." As I turned to go, Chad touched my arm. Nodding towardthe table, he softly said, "Ah, Kris, you forgot theenvelope." I felt like an idiot. Here I was, supposedly a highpriced whore, and I'd left five hundred dollars sitting onthe table! "Sorry. I'm just a bit nervous." What a stupid thingto say! But Chad didn't comment. After I put the envelopein my purse, he took me by the arm and led me out the door ofthe lounge, the same door my husband had taken a few momentsago. Only I didn't turn right, out the other set of doorsand to my car as my husband had. Instead, I turned left, outtoward the elevator, and toward the room where I was about tobe royally fucked! While we waited for the elevator, Chad seemed to be theperfect gentleman. He chatted about the humidity, and theheat. I was sort of relieved that he didn't carry thehooker/trick routine on in the lobby. But still, a whitewoman such dressed like I was, standing next to a black manlike Chad was enough to cause a lot of heads to turn. Justas the elevator bell rang, indicating that the door was aboutto open, Chad reached his arm out and pulled me closer tohim. He leaned down to me and whispered, "Grab my dick!" Idon't know what came over me, I mean, we were in a publichotel, people walking all around, looking at us, and...tothis day I don't know why I did it, but I did. I reacheddown, between his legs, and gave his cock a s-l-o-w rub,running my hand down the full length of his now steel harddick! I felt so absolutely wicked! The door opened and we entered the elevator. I didn'tlook up, half afraid someone had seen my whorishbehavior...and half afraid they hadn't! I was a whore forthe night, I told myself, to act like slut. Ifthis guy wanted to fuck me in the lobby, well, I guess I'djust drop my panties right there! But Chad other plans. Assoon as the elevator door closed, he turned to me and said,"Take it out." "Take what out?" "My cock, bitch. Take it out of my pants." He spoke so matter of factly, that I wasn't sure if hemeant right then, or in the room. I hesitated for a momentthinking about his order. I guess he didn't care for that,because he reached over and pushed the stop elevator button.It did, and he repeated his command. "I said, take my cock out of my pants. You have a hardtime hearing?" "I didn't know you meant right now." He didn't reply. But he didn't push the start buttoneither, so I figured, what the hell. I stepped in front ofhim and unzipped his pants. I don't remember a zipper everbeing that long before. I know it came down instantly, butat the time, it seemed like several seconds elapsed from thetime I first found the zipper tab and the time it was totallydown. "Now, take it out." I did. Reaching inside his pants, I wasn't sure if Ihad hold of his cock or a snake. Whatever it was, it wasbig...and it was moving! When my hand came out of hispants, so did the biggest, blackest cock I can ever rememberhandling. And somehow, I knew it wasn't fully erect yet. Isoon found out how unerect it was. By the time I fullyexperienced him, I'd know what a cock could really be like.But at that moment, I was still to find out. Once it wasoutside his pants, I looked up at his lust glazed face. "You know what to do." I did know. Dropping to my knees, still inside theelevator stopped between the ground and the first floor, Itook his dick into my mouth! My jaws were open wide, but notwide enough. The head fit inside my cheeks, andunceremoniously, he pushed another two inches in after it. Ithought I would die from lack of air. But I'd sucked bigcocks before, and I made myself relax. Soon I was suckinghim without difficulty, but the damn thing was growing,growing between my lips. I had just established a rhythm tomy sucking when he leaned forward a bit. And the elevatorstarting moving. He had pushed the start button again. Ifigured he wanted me to stop, and began to back off his giantcock. I figured wrong. Using his two huge hands, my blackmaster just held my head in place as the elevator continuedits journey to the sixth floor. Within a few seconds I heardthe door open. And I heard a gasp from the couple standingin the hall in front of us.�1997, 1998 Standard Internet Corp.

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