Erotic Stories: Prelude to Phone Sex
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Erotic Stories: Prelude to Phone Sex
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Erotic Stories and Phone Sex
The Escort (Written By Jim) Karen and I have been married for several years now! I met her at a conference, and have never left her since. In that time I have seen her develop her web site, build a thriving phone sex business and still have time to be a wonderful wife to me so you can call me lucky. So when she asked me to contribute to the stories on her site, I said yes, without question. But will you let me be completely truthful about what I like? She said yes.. So here is my first contribution. They are called, escorts, models, call girls, prostitutes, whores... They are always spoken off in unflattering terms. A word that describes them is even used as an insult" "She is a whore!" This story is devoted to all the prostitutes of this world, those brave women who do a job that I would be too frightened to do myself! This is the story of an encounter I had with one of them, a Call Girl I enjoyed whilst on a trip to Las Vegas, when for work reason, Karen could no accompany me! It always starts with a phone call: "I would like you to send me one of your girls" If you have enjoyed escorts like I have and do, you know to be 100 pc honest with the operator on the other line. "Yes, I want a thirty or so beautiful woman. I want her to have big breasts (I love a nice pair of heavy boobs). She must be willing to kiss me on the mouth. She must be patient, and very gentle. If you have such a lady, I will be extremely grateful..." "Extremely grateful..." In Escort lingo, this means of course I am willing to pay her a large tip, in addition to whatever the agency is going to charge me for such a gem!" I give her the address, go down to reception to get some cash, and back in my room again where I step into a shower. 20 minutes later, a gentle knock on the front door... It's Jenny, from the agency... She walks in, and as she moves, I see that she is in every respect what I have asked for... Jenny looks at me. She has blue eyes... Witty eyes that pierce though the room and her hair is auburn, falling down in rippling waves, like an aura, around her face. She is dressed in a smart and colorful dress and as I walk towards the bar, I ask her if she is thirsty. She shakes her head, left to right, an imperceptible movement, so graceful and yet so firm. This is a strong woman, in spite of her size, I can feel her energy as she tries to assess mine. The first few seconds are tense usually. Escorts do not know who you are. They have to assess their safety quickly, whilst they are in control, or else... Immediately, I lower my voice. I might have spoken too loudly, I might have imposed on her and she senses my change. A smile runs through her lips, and lingers there. She is truly beautiful and her body language tells me she is starting to trust me a bit more. I walk towards her, take her by the hand and lead her towards the table. I take her hand and poses it on money I had previously laid there and then I walk back towards the bar and wait. She counts quickly. There is the agency fee and then more. She looks up and speaks for the first time: "Can I have a glass of water please?" Her voice sounds like a song. She has me in her power completely and I feel comfortable and happy. This is going to be fun. She walks towards the bathroom, steps inside, closes the door and 5 minutes later re-emerges, naked, wearing the hotel bath robe. She plays the seductive game well, and through the movements of her robe, I try to catch a glimpse of her breasts. She walks towards me and behind. I can feel her body against mine and as she presses her breasts deep into my back she asks: "Tell me what turns you on?" A whisper, and the sound of her voice reverberates through my spine, all the way to my cock. She says: "You smell nice..." and drinks my smell through her pores. Her hands have reached in front and have unbuckled my belt. I want to turn round to face her but she tells me not yet. "Tell me what turns you on?" She repeats, louder this time, and her fingers brush against my cock. I can hear her breath, longer, deeper. She is a woman. She knows what to say, how to say it and as I am about to surrender, I am again in awe of her and her friends, all over the world, the goddesses of love. "I want you to be very gentle, very nice, very sweet. I want you to kiss me on the mouth. I want you to be in control, but I don't want to be your slave. I am giving myself to you for the next hour." She has a small laugh, teasing, breathtaking... "You want to be my little boy, don't you?" I say: "Yes, I do..." Now she turns me around, takes my face between her two hands, pulls me towards her, her lips pressing against mine. I know she is smelling my breath. Call Girls don't like intimate kisses. I don't always get them. They always decide. She bites my lower lip, gently but firmly and I open my mouth. She looks, and then the small laugh again. I do not ask her why she laughs. She steps back, her eyes locked on mine, and I feel the power of her stare. With both hands, she removes my pants and my shirt and I appear naked in front of her. She touches my belly, rounded by the years of life, not as flat as it once was, but firm. Again she laughs. She pulls me against her, and before we meet, she opens her robe. And I feel her naked body against mine. The splendor of a naked woman. He hands wonder lower, to my cock and she takes it with both her hands, slightly masturbating through the entire length. She says: "Come with me big boy" turns around, and starts walking towards the bed. As she moves forward she lets her robe fall down and then she sits on the bed, her back against the bed board. She opens her legs, runs a finger through her vagina and again, a smile runs trough her lips. This is a woman who can have fun, if she is in the mood, I sense. She is sitting on the right side of the bed, and lays two or three pillows on top of each other on her left and I wonder why. She says: "I want you to sit in between my legs, and lay your back against those pillows!" She taps the pillows on her left. I have a feeling this is going to be awkward, I am so much bigger then her, and she senses because she says: 'I want you to do EXACTLY as I tell you!" She has pronounced "exactly in three syllables. And I do. I sit myself as instructed. We adjust our body to each other and I lay back on the pillows. She has me spread open in front of her, laying at a near right angle to her own body, my cock sticking out like an arrow, and I know why she wanted me that way. He left hand goes to my nipples which she squeezes and her right hand go to my balls. She tells me to cross my legs and raise my ass slightly as "she wants to be able to touch EVERYTHING!" Again she uses three distinct syllables! Her right hand moves around my balls, and she lets her fingers run underneath, all the way to my butt hole, which she probes gently. Again she has that laugh, and I don't know what turns me on more! She leans forward and presses her lips on mine. I open my mouth slightly and feel her tongue on mine. She is kissing me! A gentle breeze inside my mouth, the most intimate of moments and I say to myself, I could fall in love with that woman. Again she senses it and asks: "Do you love me?" There is a certain irony in her words and I say "yes"... At that moment I have no doubt that I love her. She says good... Now lets play. She takes my hand and places it on her breasts. She tells me "I want you to touch my breast very gently, from the base towards the nipples. When you get to my nipples, squeeze them slightly and then start over again. She shows me with her own hands, and then places her hands on mine to see if I do it well.. "Not too hard... Not to fast... Squeeze a little harder" We do that for a while. She has a smile on her face, and with each passing movement, I can see that her nipples are getting harder. Then she tells not to squeeze too hard and I guess she is where she wants to be. For a second I feel as I have known her for all my life. I continue to do as instructed and see that her hands have once more brushed against her clit. She lingers there for a while until her breasts are covered with goose bumbles and she has red splashes all over her body. I recognize the signs. She is enjoying herself. She says I am going to wank you now. Would you like that? And of course I say yes... I would very much... Her hands wrap themselves around my dick and she moves them up and down. No one has ever masturbated me like that. She take what looks like one full minute to complete one stroke. And then she starts again. I feel like I am going to come any moment now. She says: "Naughty boy... You are ready to come aren't you? and with that I enter into an orgasm of unprecedented power. Throughout the orgasm she does not alter the rhythm of her movements. I come in long squirts, splashing all over the place! And again she laughs... The orgasm subsides. Already I think this is over. I have gotten what I wanted. She has delivered. Surely she is going to go now. And I feel a certain sadness. But she does not move. She asks: "Do you want more baby?" And I say yes... I do.
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