6 comments/ 14253 views/ 10 favorites Money Well Spent By: vegasokie03 As always, all characters are over 18 and I welcome all feedback. Enjoy! ***** "Are you Vanessa Woods?" Looking up at the male that is addressing me, my heart sinks at what stands before me but I keep everything I'm thinking out of my voice, my face expressionless. "I am, and you're late." The man's eyes widen in shock at my words. He's probably 5'3", at best, with a pot belly and a balding head. Several diamond rings flash on his pudgy hands and I just want to shake my head in frustration. Why did some men insist on wearing more jewelry than a woman? "Excuse me?" His voice picks up an octave at how I'm addressing him. "I said, you're late." "Bossy thing, aren't ya?" "I don't have time to sit and wait. We agreed on meeting at 2 p.m. and it's 2:30. Now, I'm very sorry, but I have places to go and things to do." "What the hell, lady!" His whiny tone instantly puts me off and I'm actually happy that he was late. There were two things I hated in men; whiners and those that were late. "Give me a chance!" Rising to my full height, I watch with detachment as his beady eyes rake my form up and down, lingering on my bare legs before latching onto the cleavage revealed to him by the neckline of my dress. "Sorry. You can look all you want but what I have is no longer on the menu. Have a nice day." His protests follow me out the door, the Vegas heat hitting me as soon as I swing the café door open. Sighing, I look up at the cloudless sky as traffic whizzes by in the street and people move around me on the sidewalk. My sandals softly click across the hot pavement as I walk to my parked car and get in, the air conditioner blasting hot air until the compressor kicks in to cool it down. I shoot a text to Scott, my best friend of 12 years, and tell him I'll be home soon. Immediately my phone rings and I press the receive button on the steering wheel to accept the call as I deftly pull into traffic. "How'd it go, honey?" I hear as soon as I say hello. "Geez, Scott, you should've seen him. I know he had money but he looked like Danny DeVito and that's pushing it." Rolling my eyes at the memory of the man with his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, I can't help but laugh with Scott. Hazards of the trade, I guess. "That bad, huh? When's your next appointment?" "Tomorrow at three, same place. The guy's picture looks promising but that's what I thought about Danny Jr. back there." "Well, come on home, sugar and I'll fix us some margaritas and empanadas." "I'll be there in ten minutes." "Drinks will be waiting!" Laughing, I end the call and maneuver my Lexus down I-15. Traffic isn't too bad this time of day but in another hour, it'll be packed with Las Vegas residents heading home from work. I have what you'd call an unusual career. I'm a high-end escort, as is my roommate, and best friend, Scott. We make good money...okay, excellent money...and love what we do. We had met each other at a modeling agency here in Vegas and had hit it off 12 years ago as we'd modeled to pay our way through college. I'd gone on to get my master's in Physics while Scott had double majored in Art and Business. The economy had tanked about that time so there were no good jobs for either of us so we'd taken on whatever job we could find. He had waited tables and became a substitute teacher here in Clark County while I had taken a job as a cocktail waitress. It was decent money and it was there that I had met my first "client". It was a slow night, not many of the tables were occupied, so I had time to kill. I was one of three servers that shift, and with only 6 tables occupied, we had decided to trade off customers as they came in. I had the next customer and had found him to be very good looking, intelligent, and polite as we chatted about Vegas and why he was here. I guessed him to be around 50, his gold wedding ring glinting in the dim lights clueing me in that he was married. Tall and distinguished, he'd started flirting with me two drinks in. CEO type, most definitely. He had that air about him that said that he was used to getting what he wanted and of people doing what he wanted. His voice had been deep, a hint of an Italian accent adding to his charm, as we talked around the customers I was serving. He was still sitting there, nursing a cup of coffee, when the last one walked out. He seemed lonely, sitting in a casino at one in the morning, hands wrapped around his white mug, steam gently rising from the dark liquid. Telling him I'd be back shortly, I cashed out and changed into my street clothes, ordered a coffee and had sat with him until dawn as he talked about his wife and kids. I didn't have to work the next two days, so I was in no hurry to get home but had shot off a text to Scott to let him know that I was okay and what I was doing so he wouldn't worry when he got up for work and found me still gone. "What are you doing for fun while you're here and not in meetings?" I'd asked out of curiosity. His eyes were heavy with sleep, fatigue evident in his face, but still he sat there. "I have a dinner to go to tonight. Formal. My wife was supposed to be here but she backed out at the last minute, claiming the kids needed her and the PTA would miss her. Do you know we haven't had sex in 8 months? Eight fucking months." Shaking his head in disbelief, he raises his bright blue eyes to meet mine and the sadness I find there is heartbreaking. Reaching over to lay a hand on his, I signal for him to continue, sensing that he needed to get this out. "I try...I'm sorry, what's your name again?" "It's Rose Lynn." That had been the only time I'd ever used my real name and have since changed my working name to Vanessa Woods so my clients would never know who I really was. "Right, sorry. Anyway, I try to tell her how sexy she is, how much I want her...hell, I've even suggested couple's therapy, but she just doesn't want sex anymore. She's wrapped up in her life and the kids' lives and there's no room left for me. I really thought she'd go with me on this trip but I wasn't surprised when she backed out." "I'll go with you if you need a date." His bleary eyes rise to meet mine again. "What did you say?" "I said, I'll go with you if you need a date." "Really? Why would you do that? You don't even know me." Shrugging my shoulder, I take back my hand and sit back in my chair. "Why not? I don't have anything else going on and this dinner seems important to you." We exchange phone numbers and when I get home, I fill Scott in on everything as he gets ready for work. "Did you really just volunteer to go out with a married stranger? Honey, you're crazier than I am." I sleep until late into the afternoon and am still lying in bed when Tony calls me. "Hey, this is Tony from last night. Look, I came across as sad and mopey last night and I'm never like that. I don't know what it was about you that made me open up to you like that but please don't feel obligated to go with me tonight. I'll be fine, I promise!" He sounds alert and the teasing in his voice makes me smile. "Hi, Tony. I'm honored that you opened up to me. And, by the way, the $50 tip was not necessary. You didn't even drink that much to warrant it!" "That was for, well, it was just for being you." "In that case, I'd love to go with you if you still need a date." "Really? What time should I pick you up?" "Tell you what. I'll meet you at the party. I want to take my own car so I can come home without getting a cab." What I left out was that I couldn't afford a cab and I didn't want him to see the tiny house Scott and I were renting. It was pretty run down, but what did you expect with two people that were barely scraping by? I run over to a discount dress store and use the $50 to buy a dress and heels then head home to soak in the tub and get ready. Scott wanders into my bedroom just as I'm putting the finishing touches on my hair. "Damn girl! I haven't seen you look this good since we used to hit the after parties after the shows! Turn around, sugar." Deftly spinning in my ridiculously high heels, I stop and grin at my best friend as I look at him in the mirror. I did look good too. Even I knew that. I had inherited the best of both of my parents and had turned heads since I was 16 and had entered my first beauty pageant in Alabama. I had worked hard to get rid of my thick southern drawl but it still came out from time to time when I was drunk or tired. Scott says that I'm built like a sex goddess but what did he know? He was gay and had never been attracted to a woman in his life. I'm very tall, the heels I have on now easily putting me over six foot, and I kept fit by running and taking spin classes at the YMCA. My breasts were a full C-cup, my hips flaring out to give me an hourglass shape. My dark green eyes are expertly made up in a purple smoky eye look to make them pop and my long auburn hair is pulled up into a high, messy bun to show off the diamond drop earrings I'd bought myself years ago. "Knock him dead, sugar," Scott says as he wraps me in a hug from behind, kissing my bare shoulder as I squeeze his arms in affection. The look on Tony's face is priceless as he takes in my strapless Hunter green, floor-length gown. He'd been unable to see much of me in my baggy street clothes last night. "You are one sexy lady, Rose Lynn." "Why, thank you, Tony. You clean up very well, I might add." His black tux had been tailored to fit his frame and I knew then that the man I had seen last night was nowhere around tonight as we stood outside of the restaurant. His salt and pepper hair was combed back from his face in a style that made him look like he was from the 60's and his blue eyes sparkled at me in the darkness. He was a very handsome man and I had been drawn to his confidence and charm as the night wore on. I hadn't been prepared for the ballroom dancing but it was then that I thanked my parents for forcing me to take dance classes when I was a kid! Tony expertly guided me across the floor as I looked up at him, his hands tight against me as he pressed me close to his body. The scent of his cologne had been intoxicating and I was reluctant to have the night end when he had led me out to the balcony of the upscale restaurant. The lights of the city were twinkling and bright as he'd pulled me to him and I welcomed his warm lips on mine. In the back of my mind, I knew I was flirting with danger by doing this with a married man, but I was incapable of stopping when he backed me against the wall and cradled my head in his hands as he kissed me. He tasted like champagne, his lips warm as they moved against mine. I had grabbed his ass and pressed him to me, causing him to gasp and groan out my name against my neck. I'm not shy in bed and it had been a long time since I'd had sex so I knew all he had to do was to say the word and I'd be willing. "Are you sure about this?" he says between kisses to my lips and neck. "I am. Are you?" I whisper back because I need for him to tell me this is what he wants. "Absolutely. My place or yours?" "Yours. I'll follow you there." Twenty minutes later I'm pressed up against the entry way wall of Tony's suite, hands above my head with my slender wrists clasped tightly between his hands as he swirls a tongue in my ear. My heart is pounding in my chest with excitement and lust and I wonder if he can feel it pulsing at my throat when his tongue traces a path down my neck. "Right there, baby," I moan out when he finds a sensitive spot and sucks lightly. My pussy is throbbing weakly and my nipples are straining against my dress with need. "You like that? Why don't you tell me what you like? Do you like your nipples sucked? Your pussy eaten? How do you want me to fuck you?" In between questions, he's biting and sucking random parts of my neck and shoulders, stealing kisses from my lips and plunging his tongue into my mouth to swirl hotly around mine. He's since released my wrists and I pause for a second to let the blood rush to my fingers before reaching between us with one hand to feel his very hard cock, resting my other hand on his hip as I listen to his groans and feel his head come to rest on my shoulder. My fingers stroke and tease his length through his slacks and I know that he probably won't last long if what he said was true about not having sex for 8 months. Gently, I use my hands to raise his head from its resting place, bringing his face to mine so I can kiss him deeply before pulling back to whisper in his ear, "I want to suck your cock." Sinking to my knees, I look up at him as I unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. He has already removed his jacket, laying it on the chair by the door as soon as we had walked in the room. He's making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck as I work his pants and underwear down his hips enough to where I can free his cock. "Very nice," I say with a wink and smile as I look up at him to see that he's now shirtless. He has signs of aging but nothing too bad and the light smattering of chest hair is sexy on him in a way that I can't explain. "I love your cock," I moan out in a sexy voice, my green eyes staring into his blue ones as I slowly swirl the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock. His is larger than most I've had, the head purple and rapidly leaking precum. I can see his throat working as he swallows and closes his eyes, letting me pleasure him and letting himself enjoy what I'm doing to him. I feel a strange rush of affection for him; the fact that his wife no longer wanted sex with him puzzling me as I rest on my knees in front of him and suck his cock. His precum is truly delicious as I lick up the oozing fluid and swallow, using my hand to gather up some of it so I can slowly move my hand up and down the shaft as my tongue enthusiastically swirls around the head of his penis as I suck him in. His length is enough that I can bob my head up and down as I stroke him with my hand, using everything I have to give him as much pleasure as I can. My hand comes up to rest on his thigh as I really get into it, coming up to swirl my tongue around the head then plunging back down as I gaze up at the man standing before me. His head is thrown back, eyes slammed shut, mouth open as he tangles his fingers into my hair and gently thrusts his hips back and forth. He's not forceful but I take it all the same, letting his cock slide down my throat as I release the shaft and gently pull down on his balls. His pubic hair tickles my nose as I sink down as far as I can before hitting my gag reflex, coming back up for air before letting him thrust back into my mouth. "Fuck, girl, that's good. Just like that. Take it deep, baby. That's it. Right there, sweetheart." Moaning around him, I hold his cock as deep as it will go, closing my eyes and concentrating on breathing through my nose and not choking as he gently rocks back and forth. I'm incredibly turned on and can feel that I've soaked through my thong, my pussy pulsing and throbbing with the need for some relief. "Suck me harder, honey. Just like that. Fuck, baby. You're gonna make me cum in that gorgeous mouth of yours." His words are closer together as he pants out demands to me. "Ungh...fuck...mmmmhmmmm...," I hear as I bob my head faster, sucking the head harder as my hand starts to stroke him again. I'm moaning and humming, sending vibrations against his cock to heighten his pleasure. Giving a man head has always been one of my favorite things to do. Something about having them harden in my mouth, feeling them lengthen as I suck them, and then hearing their moans of pleasure, turning me on like nothing else. I can feel his balls tightening up against his body, his cock jumping at the base just as he yells out his release. Jet after jet of thick white cum fills my mouth and I have to swallow fast to keep from choking or having it spill onto my dress. I don't mind the taste of cum and tonight was no exception as his cock slowly spits out the last few drops and starts to soften in my mouth as I clean his cock. Using my tongue, I lick up one side and down the other, licking the shaft and lightly sucking on the head until he pulls me up to him and plunges his tongue into my mouth with a low growl. I'd never heard a man growl before but it seemed to fit the situation we were in as he kissed me until my knees went weak. "How was that?" I whisper in my lover's ear. "That was the best blow job I've ever had, baby. Now, it's my turn." "Hmmm...what do you have in mind, lover?" "You're going to have to find out, honey." And with that, he reaches down, removes his shoes and socks, shoving his pants the rest of the way off and picks me up to carry me to the bed. Kissing me again, he reaches behind me to unzip my dress, pulling it down over my breasts and unhooking my strapless bra only to fling it across the room. I help him undress me by lifting my hips as he slides the dress down my body, leaving me in a silky white thong and my black high heels. "You are one sexy lady, Rose Lynn. I can't believe how lucky I am that you were my server last night. I'm going to fuck you good, baby." "What are you waiting for?" I ask with a mischievous grin. "You're going to regret that," he teasingly warns as he settles between my legs and runs his tongue up the crease where my thigh meets my pelvis. "Mmmmmmm...that's nice," I whisper as he works along the edges of my thong with his tongue. His mouth latches onto my clit through my underwear and I buck my hips up slightly at the contact. I can feel the warmth of his breath through the fabric and it is incredibly erotic as my clit throbs, needing more friction than what he's giving me. "Pinch your nipples for me," he demands and I do. My fingers rolling and squeezing as pleasure shoots to my pussy to add to the sensations coursing through my body. "Lift up for me, honey." Now I'm left in nothing but my heels as he rolls my thong down my toned thighs and rests my legs on his back as he settles onto his stomach, curling one arm under my thigh to rest his hand on my hip. "I love that you shave your pussy smooth. Your pussy is beautiful, as are you." With that, his tongue licks from my ass to my clit, gathering my juices into his mouth as he groans in appreciation. "You taste good, too." "Please suck me," I beg after minutes of his tongue just running up and down my slit. I can feel my juices mixed with his saliva running down the crack of my ass and I'm so turned on I can't think as Tony works his magic on my pussy. "Mmmmmm...in a minute, honey." I feel his fingers at the entrance to my vagina a second later. First one, then two, slide in and curl up to stroke my inner walls, sending me into an even higher state of arousal. "Fuck! Yes! Right there...please...more!" I manage to get out just as he starts to fuck me with short strokes, all the time making sure to keep in contact with the spongey area that he knows will drive me wild with lust. "Please suck me, Tony!" I beg and sigh with relief when I feel his tongue swirl around my clit. My eyes close as I concentrate on what he's doing to me...the feel of his fingers moving in and out of me, the wetness of his mouth as he latches onto my hard clit, the sound of my wetness squishing as he moves between my legs, my fingers twisting and pulling my nipples...all building to send me to an intense orgasm. My pussy is on fire and I don't want to put it out as I wail and curse, bucking my hips up to meet him as my orgasm gets closer to breaking. I can feel myself tightening around his fingers and my clit is throbbing with my heartbeat. Money Well Spent "You're getting so tight. Are you close?" He asks me in between licks and bites. "So...close..." I manage to get out. I'm rewarded for my patience when he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it rapidly with his tongue, his fingers picking up their pace until all feeling stops as my orgasm breaks. It's only for a second as the intensity overwhelms me and I thrash around on the bed, yelling and cursing out my release as I both try to get away from him to relieve the pressure and get closer to get more. "Fuck! Yes...I'm cumming...don't stop...yes...YES!" To his credit, Tony sticks with me through every buck and twist of my hips until I come down and relax for a minute. He's lazily licking my slit now, his fingers slowly pumping in and out when I pull his face up to mine for a very wet, pussy-flavored kiss. "Wow! You're wife's an idiot," I bluntly say and he throws his head back and laughs. "Tell me about it. She used to be as into it as you. I don't know what happened," he says ruefully as his grin fades and the fire dims in his eyes. "Well, I'm not going to let a boner go to waste." Winking at him, I reach between us and give his hard cock a gentle tug to make him forget and to bring him back into the here and now. No, I wasn't his wife, but he needed this and I was more than willing to give it to him. "I like the way you think!" All laughter is gone as he settles on top of me, his cock resting at my entrance as he runs his hands up and down my spread legs. I had kicked my heels off as I orgasmed so as not to hurt him. Rocking his hips, he slowly enters me an inch at a time, taking his time to let me get used to his considerable size. It wasn't so much the girth as it was the length. I'm not good at measuring but I'd say he's definitely above average in that department. After a few minutes, he's fully inside of me, my wetness helping to ease him in. Laying on top of me, he wraps his arms under my shoulders to hold me to him, mine wrapping around him as we kiss deeply. I can feel his hips rocking against me and his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy, the feelings overwhelming as this stranger slowly fucks me with a great deal of tenderness and consideration. "Your cock feels so good, baby," I moan in his ear as he tells me how good my pussy feels. "So long, fuck, so long. You're so tight. I don't want to hurt you. Can I go faster?" Running my fingers through his hair, I tell him to go as fast and as hard as he wants. I know I'll be sore later; but now? This was about him and I wanted so badly to ease some of his frustration and heartache. Rising up, he rests his weight on his forearms and rocks his hips harder into my pelvis, making me gasp as he connects with my clit. "That's it, baby. I want you to fuck me." His hips go faster as the head of his cock hits my cervix and makes me gasp and groan. It's painful but not extremely so. After a few minutes, he rises up onto his knees, pulling my legs up over his shoulders so he can really get into his thrusts. He had built up a rhythm so I could get used to his size but at this angle he's deeper than before. Reaching between us, I find my clit and rub as his pace quickens, sending my breasts bouncing. His cock is deep inside of me, the angle allowing him to rub my g-spot as I swirl my fingers around my sensitive clit. "Yes...that's...my...fuck!" I groan as another orgasm hits, this one stronger than the last. "Right there!" I wail as I ride it out, my hips rising to meet his as our bodies slap together in a steady rhythm. "Rub that clit, honey. I can feel you cumming around my cock...that's it girl, rub faster!" Sweat is dripping down his face, splashing onto my stomach as he steadily pumps into my overworked pussy. I obey and am rewarded when another orgasm crests through me, making me scream so loud I'm still shocked the room next door didn't call security! "Fuck, your cock feels so good inside of me. Fuck me, baby...harder...faster," I demand because I know he's close. I can see his muscles tensing and his balls slowly tightening up. "Please...fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!" And he does with a loud yell as he thrusts one last time into me, burying his length as he shoots his warm cum inside of my protected womb. // That night had been the beginning of my new career. I had talked to Scott and we had become business partners after we realized that we might be onto something. We knew that lots of wealthy men and women needed or wanted dates for various functions and we were in the prime location for it. Over the course of a year, we had both built up a decent client base solely off of referrals with Tony being the start of it all. Gay men are in high demand and Scott made for an excellent date. His washboard abs and just-got-out-of-bed look earning him a wait list as he became known. Sex was never offered because we weren't prostitutes but, if we liked our dates, we made sure that they offered sex first. For safety, we did get tested on a regular basis because you just never knew what a person had; condoms being required at all times. I had once explained my profession to my skeptical parents as being no different than going out on a lot of dates. Sometimes there was sex, sometimes there wasn't. They were okay with what I did but worried about me as parents will. After several years, we were able to be as choosey as we wanted with who we let hire us to "date" them. I had always been attracted to older men, and I made the perfect date with my considerable knowledge of various topics. I listened to everything from Beethoven to Lady Gaga to Dean Martin and made sure to read the Wall Street Journal and the local papers every day to keep up on things that were happening around the world. Tony became a regular of mine and due to his company acquiring some smaller ones out west, he was here several times a year. I never charged him though. I suppose you could call him my lover because I told him things that I never told anybody else, including my name and where I was from. We had a bond that had never been broken and he loved hearing about my adventures with men (and even a couple of women!) from around the world. He had never divorced his wife but said that she had taken on a lover of which he was fine with. I wasn't one to judge but did find it odd that he said nothing about her lover to her; of which she thought Tony didn't know anything about. Settling into my usual spot at the café, I order a latte and wait for my next client to walk in. I meet them through our website, and this one had charmed me from the get-go, but I was a stickler for meeting in person first before we went on our dates. It had been two weeks since I'd shot down Danny DeVito's look-alike and I'd not had a client since, the one I had intended on meeting the day after "Danny" cancelling due to a family emergency. I had elected to take a vacation, using the time to work on my tan and getting caught up with my Physics journals. "Hello. Are you Vanessa?" "I am. Are you Pierce?" "Yes, ma'am, I am. Pleased to meet you," he says warmly in a thick southern accent while holding out his hand. Rising, I take his hand and give it a firm shake and lean forward to kiss his cheek. He's attractive in a nerdy way, silver-framed glasses framing a pair of warm brown eyes, his light colored hair expertly tousled. He's taller than I am, well built and from our brief emails, I know he's 53 and single. "Likewise. So, what brings you to Las Vegas?" I ask. He goes through the usual spiel; meetings, dinners with clients, etc. "I'm sorry, but can I say that you're very pretty? I love tall women and, let me guess...early 30's?" Blinking in surprise, I reply that I am. Nobody's ever been able to guess my age and usually place me in my 20's. "How did you know?" "It's a gift, I guess. I study people a lot and while you look young, you are confident which usually comes with age." "I'm impressed, Pierce. Now, what were you needing from me?" And with that we get down to business, discussing what events he needed me at and when, along with fees and other minor details. As was my custom, I don't bring up sex until he does. "Okay, I know you're not a prostitute. But, what exactly do you do for your male clients?" "Well, whatever they need me to do. I can pretend to be their girlfriend or just a colleague. It depends on what their particular needs are." Narrowing his eyes, he look at me over his glasses and says in a more serious tone, "I meant, do you have sex with them?" "Do you have sex with your dates?" I counter with a raised eyebrow. Oh, he was going to be a handful, I could already tell, and I was looking forward to seeing what he had in store for me. I loved a challenge and rarely backed down from anybody. "Sometimes, but that doesn't answer my question, young lady." I can tell he's getting irritated so I finally let up on him some. "Okay, for example, you are going to be my date. We may or may not have sex because we don't yet know what the nights will bring or even if we'll click in that way. Isn't that the same for a normal date? You don't have sex with every woman you date and I don't have sex with every man I date. Make sense?" He's thinking over my words and my hidden meaning when the server brings us some more coffee. Waiting until she's gone, he finally answers with a wicked glint to his eye. "So, if I understand this correctly, anything can happen. And by anything, I mean sex." "Correct. But, slow down speed racer because we haven't even gone on a date yet." "Speed racer?" His dimples flash at me as he takes in what I just called him. Laughing and shrugging, enjoying the game, we sit and talk for what feels like hours and agree to meet the next night for drinks at a business party he's attending. When I walk in, heads turn but my focus is on Pierce. He's business casual in an open collar teal dress shirt and black suit, his broad shoulders filling out the jacket very nicely as he moves to meet me halfway. His eyes rake my body up and down and I was glad that Scott had talked me into wearing this outfit. I had a feeling that there was a sexual beast waiting to be unleashed inside of him so I had decided to tease him a bit. I was wearing fitted black slacks and sky-high strappy heels, with a blood red corset that barely contained my full breasts, hidden by a fitted black jacket so only a hint of cleavage would show until the time was right. A long silver necklace dangled between my breasts, drawing the eye to my cleavage which Pierce did as soon as he got to me. His eyes flickered from my expertly made up face to my breasts then back up to my auburn hair as it cascaded in waves down over my shoulders. Handing me a glass of red wine, he leans down to whisper in my ear, making my pussy tingle as his warm breathe tickles my ear. "I'm going to fuck you as soon as I can tear myself away from here. I hope you brought a change of clothes because you're not leaving my bed tonight." My green eyes meet his brown ones as I caress his cheek and lean in close so only he can hear me. "Sugar, I don't think you'll be able to handle what I have in mind. I hope you're ready for a wild night." The sexual tension is thick as introductions are made, Pierce's hand never leaving my lower back as he maneuvers me around the room. Every so often I can feel it dip lower to caress the top of my ass but I play it cool and don't say a word other to wink over my shoulder at him. Several times I brush against him either by accident or on purpose and feel his hard on straining against his pants. "Good thing it's dark in here and everybody is tipsy or they'd see your cock," I whisper during one brief interlude. "Keep brushing against me and you'll find out how much more restraint I have, sweetheart." I can feel how turned on he is just by looking into his eyes. I was suddenly very happy I had decided to not wear underwear tonight and for the first time in a long time, I badly wanted to fuck my client whether he brought it up or not. The chemistry between us is electrifying as the night wears on. I'm able to hold my own with both him and anybody else that comes up to us but the whole time I can feel him next to me and I'm having a hard time concentrating by the end of the night. I had seen a small bathroom on my way into the building earlier and knowing that I needed some relief, I seductively walk up to Pierce, place my drink in his hand and whisper for him to follow me. Nobody is watching us as we slip out of the party and head down the hallway, me taking Pierce's hand and leading the way. Looking both ways to see if anybody is watching, we slip into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. He's slowly advancing on me, the look in his eyes saying everything. Slowly I unbutton my jacket, revealing my barely contained breasts to his hot gaze as I wordlessly unbutton my pants and sashay them down and off of my long, tanned legs. "Dammit, you're a hot little thing. I thought you didn't fuck all of your dates." Turning around and placing my hands on the sink, popping my ass up in the air, I glance back at him and watch as he slowly rubs his cock through his pants. "Are you going to keep playing with it or are you going to play with me? There's a condom in my suit jacket." Raising an eyebrow, he smirks at me as he leans over me to fish in my pocket for the condom. I make no move to help him as I hang my head and wait for the rasp of his zipper, the soft shuffle of clothing being moved, and the quiet rip as he tears the condom packet apart. His touch is gentler than I thought it would be when he moves my hair off to one shoulder so he can nuzzle my neck for a few seconds. His hands are hot on my hips as he tilts my ass up so he can enter my pussy, my legs spread as I balance on my heels. His fingers reach between us, testing how wet I am and I can tell by his low groan that I've surprised him by how turned on I am. "I need your cock, please!" I beg quietly so nobody can hear us. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he gazes at my upturned ass, guiding his cock into me with one hand as he pulls my hips back to meet his pelvis. "That's it, sugar," I moan out as I again hang my head and let myself feel the rush of his cock penetrating my very wet pussy. The first feeling of a man's cock pushing into me is a feeling that is indescribable but I loved it. The feeling of his cock head slowly nudging it's way inside, feeling his cock slowly pushing in as my pussy slowly opens for him. It's a high and I love it. "You're so tight!" "Mmmmmm...that's it, baby. You like this don't you? You like losing control and just taking me don't you? I bet you'd never do this at home...fucking a stranger in a bathroom where people could hear you. So tightly wound all the time, aren't you?" My words are turning us both on more as I voice what I had put together about him in just a few short hours of knowing him. "I never dreamed about this even in my wettest fantasies. God, you feel so good," he moans out with a quick thrust of his hips, making me gasp as he bottoms out inside of me. One of his strong arms circles my waist while the other holds onto a breast that he's popped free from its confines. His fingers are pinching and I belatedly realize that I can watch him in the mirror as I raise my head. My rose-colored nipple is hard and looks so small in his callused fingers, the pads sending delicious feelings racing down to my pussy as I bite my lip to keep from screaming out my pleasure. My pussy is pulsing and throbbing with every thrust, the angle of his cock and my hips allowing him to hit my g-spot as his balls swing up to hit my clit. His hot gaze meets mine in the mirror as his pace increases. "Fuck me...please!" I beg in a higher voice than I had intended but I've long since stopped caring who might hear us. The sex is hotter than I had expected and I'm so turned on that I can hear my juices as he thrusts into me harder and harder. I've lost control as I buck back against him, listening to our grunts and moans as we both near our orgasms. "I'm gonna cum in that pretty little pussy. You like that cock, Vanessa? Don't even think that I'm done with you yet." "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." I chant as his words finally register in my foggy brain, my orgasm triggered by his forcefulness. "Cum for me, honey. I want to feel you cum around my cock. Come on, lose control, baby." How could he know that I hated being out of control but I listen and moan out that I'm cumming just as I spasm around him. My cheeks are flushed in the mirror and my nipple is proudly sticking out as I bite down on my lip and ride out my orgasm. I'm in heaven as he continues to pound into me, both hands on my hips as he repeatedly pulls his cock out until the head is just at the entrance before thrusting all the way back in. I think he's close but without being able to look between us, I'm not sure as minutes pass. His jaw is clenched from the effort of holding back as he sends me into another powerful orgasm. "I want to feel that big cock cum in me, sugar. Do you like my pussy? I want you to lick it later and I'm going to kiss you afterwards. Then, you're going to fuck me while I kneel on the bed, my ass sticking up so you can watch it as you fuck me from behind again." My words have the intended effect and within seconds he slams into me one last time, the base of his cock pulsing as he shoots his load into the condom. "That's it, sugar," I whisper as his head falls onto my shoulder, the beating of his heart frantic against my back as he just holds me for a minute. "How about we go back to your room?" "I thought you'd never ask!" The ride over is silent but I don't mind. What do you say to somebody you just had sex with that you barely knew? I had a feeling that the next week would be very interesting as we pull into his hotel and make our way to his room. "Would you like a drink?" "No, thanks. Do you mind if I use your bathroom for a minute?" I ask as I turn to watch him take his jacket off and place it over a chair. "No, go ahead." When I come out, I'm completely naked and Pierce's jaw almost hits the floor in shock when he sees me standing in a sexy pose against the door jam. "Now that's a picture that's worth a thousand words. Come on over here, honey." I can already see his cock rising to attention and I wonder briefly just how much stamina a man of 53 had! I'd had sex with older men, yes, but it rarely went beyond them cumming once a night. "Well, it's not really fair that one of us is more dressed than the other," I purr as I walk towards him like a Victoria's Secret model at a fashion show. My modeling skills were on full display tonight and the effect on him is immediate. "Then why don't you fix that?" Hmmmm, demanding and in control. I wonder what else is up his sleeve as I finally come to a stop in front of him and reach to undress him. His chest is covered with a thick mat of light chest hair, his chest and shoulders broad with just a hint of muscle underneath. Kissing his lips for the first time, I marvel at how soft they are against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth as he kisses me deeply. The man can kiss and soon I'm moaning softly into his mouth as I practically hump the leg he's pushed between my own to hold me tighter to him. His leg hair tickles my clit but I pull back and tenderly kiss his neck. "Go lay on the bed," he orders me and I obey, climbing onto the king-size monstrosity and reclining back onto my elbows with my legs spread enough to where he can see my shaved pussy. "Woman, you are a she-devil." Money Well Spent Grinning, I crook a finger and urge him to come to me. Making a pit stop, he pulls two neck ties from a drawer and my pulse starts to race at what the night has in store. In one second he had just regained the toe-hold I had over him. Arching an eyebrow at him in puzzlement, I watch as he ties one to a post and then the other and realize then that he intended on tying my hands down so he could have his way with me. I had never done anything like that before but I'm curious as I watch him climb up after me. Pouncing on me, he pins my arms over my head, kissing my neck and lips, licking my ears and sucking my shoulders as I gasp and moan helplessly beneath him. "Right there, lover, yes!" I moan as he finds a sensitive spot. "Move up," he whispers and I do, feeling a tie being tied around one wrist and then the other so I can't move away from him unless I want to have my back against the headboard. I'm closely watching him now, waiting for his next move. Moving to sit between my legs, he takes one foot and slowly licks up the arch, sucking one toe into his warm mouth and then another as he slowly makes love to my toes. I had no idea it could be such a turn on having my toes sucked and licked, his teeth biting down on areas that send pleasure straight to my pussy. I'm wet, wetter than I've ever been when he finishes and slowly trails kisses up my calf, stopping to lick the back of my knee before working his way up the inside of my thigh. My breath catches, thinking that he might suck my clit or lick me, but with a wicked grin, he moves back down my leg and sets it back on the bed. "Please baby, I need you," I beg but he ignores me as he repeats his kisses to my other foot and leg. I can see his cock bobbing between his legs and my mouth waters as I think about sucking him. "Damn sugar, you're soaked," he says in wonder as he gazes at my pussy after thoroughly sucking and licking each of my perfectly manicured toes, the red polish contrasting with his pink tongue as he swirls it in and around the digits. I want to run my fingers through his hair but the damn neck ties stop me and I know that he did this on purpose so he could do what he wanted to me. His tongue finally connects with my clit and I groan, feeling the wetness slide around the hard button, dipping down to taste my juices. "You have the sweetest tasting pussy," he whispers in his thick southern drawl as I watch him lick up my wetness. Closing his eyes and swallowing with enthusiasm, I can tell he's really into what he's doing as I beg him to kiss me. His dimples flash at me in a sexy grin as he finally gives in to me and moves up my body, dragging his cock over my flushed skin to kiss me deeply. I know that I'm not going to last long. My clit is pounding and my pussy is ready to explode as he sucks me into his mouth. I can't pull away and I can't push him away. The pleasure so intense that I want to cry. I had misjudged him as being a nerd that probably didn't have much experience with sex but he was proving to be a man with many talents as he worships my pussy. His tongue makes laps up and down, gathering my juices onto his tongue as he works his way up one side and down the other, never stopping as my hips buck up and down and my words turn to guttural cries. I'm lost in the feeling of his tongue licking and his mouth sucking and when he stops right before I orgasm, I nearly cry as I try to bring my hands down to force him back down to finish the job. His warm brown eyes meet mine as he again works his way up my body to worship my nipples. His hands are all over me as he pulls one nipple into his mouth and lightly sucks. I want to press his head against my breast but again, I can't move. His tongue bathes the hard nubbin then bites down so hard I gasp in shock as a shot of pleasure zips down to my throbbing pussy. He's watching my reactions and my words urge him on, "Please, right there...yes...harder!" Soon he moves back down my body and wastes no time in bringing me right back to the brink of another orgasm before pulling back again. "Please! I need to cum!" I beg because I can't do anything else. "Not yet." He sits up on his knees, and I watch as he reaches over to grab a foil packet off of the bed. The condom is quickly rolled down his shaft as he positions himself at the entrance to my pussy to fuck me. In one move, he's thrown my legs over his shoulders as he thrusts all the way into me. "YES! More, please!" I scream as I throw my head back and arch my back up in pleasure. I don't even realize he's rubbing my clit until I feel the pleasure overwhelm me and I stop saying anything as a powerful orgasm finally rips through me, my pussy spasming around his cock causing Pierce to let out a muffled cry that I can't hear over the pounding of my heart. It comes in waves, never letting up as he expertly fucks me through several orgasms. I never stop moving as I buck and twist, yelling and cursing, seeking more but needing relief from the onslaught of feelings coursing through my body. After what feels like hours, he finally unties my wrists and lets me hang onto his neck as he bends over me, pressing my thighs to my chest. His cock is deeper still as I kiss him, finally tangling my fingers in his hair as we move together. Our bodies are sweaty as we glide against each other and my pussy is on fire as I ride out yet another orgasm, this one smaller but no less intense. I'd had sex with a lot of men over the years but none came close to what this man was doing to me. I marvel at his stamina as he'd yet to cum after our quickie in the bathroom. I whisper that I want to suck his cock and I watch as his eyes widen. Without a word, he slows his thrusts and pulls out, laying back on the bed with his legs spread. I crawl over to him on shaky legs and watch as he pulls the condom off and tosses it aside. "Suck my balls, sugar." I obey, gently sucking one into my mouth, tasting myself on him as I do. "Harder, baby." Again, I obey and suck harder as he sits up to watch what I'm doing to him. I repeat my movements with his other ball, sucking and licking my way down underneath the sack to press my tongue against his perineum. "Fuck! Just like that, honey. Now, lick my cock." My tongue slowly runs up the crease of his thigh, running over each ball and up the side of his shaft to swirl around the head. I can taste the semen from earlier along with the rubbery taste of the condom but I don't care as I lick up his salty precum and lick back down the other side. "Ooooh yeah! Just like that." Again, I lick from under his balls, and up his length, but this time I suck the head into my mouth as I swirl my tongue around and under the head and the ridge where I know men are sensitive. His hands are tangled in my hair as he holds my head to his pelvis, but he lets me suck at my pace. Taking more of him into my mouth, I continue swirling my tongue and start to hum as I begin to bob my head up and down. "God, you give good head. Hmmmm...yes, baby. Fuck! Just like that...can you take more?" Working my way back up, I use my hand to steady his cock as I slowly plunge his dick down my throat and hold myself there as long as I can. He shaved his pubic hair recently but he still smells musky in a very erotic way. The man was doing things to me that I never thought possible and when the scent of his cock had me acting like a complete slut, I knew I was in trouble. I had a feeling he and I were going to be very well acquainted for as long as we could handle the other. "Get on your knees, Vanessa. I want to fuck you from behind. After all, that is what you said, wasn't it?" I slowly get to my knees and watch over my shoulder as he rolls another condom down his still hard cock. He's not gentle as he pushes into me but I don't mind. I don't want gentle and I groan when he bottoms out. Raising me up so my back is against his chest, he wraps one arm around my waist and the other around my chest. My legs are spread wide as he fucks me without mercy. "So good, fuck, it's so good...YES!" I yell out as he pushes me towards another orgasm. I've lost track of how many he's given me but at this point I'm lost period. "You love my cock, don't you? I bet you're wishing you can have more, aren't you? I'm gonna fuck that tight little pussy of yours all week, sugar, don't you worry." "I love your cock, please, more? Please...yes...can...would...YESSSSSS! FUCK ME!" I yell as pleasure continues to course through my body. I don't know how much more I can take. The man is a machine but it's then that I hear his ragged breathing, his muscles tensing as he starts to get close. "That's it. I want you to cum in me. I'm going to suck you dry, baby. I want you to imagine my lips on your cock when you go home. Think of my pussy and how it felt." My words are pushing him over the edge, his arms tightening around my body enough to where it's hard for me to breathe but still I keep on. "Fuck me hard, sugar. I want to feel you, all of you." I have to clench my teeth to prevent them from being jarred as he fucks me so hard my knees leave the bed just before I hear a loud yell and hear his frantic gasps for air as he cums inside of me. A couple more thrusts and we both collapse in a sweaty heap on the bed. The blankets are a mess, pillows on the floor, clothes everywhere and the smell of sex is heavy in the air as we both try to recover. "Now, that? That was money well spent." Pierce says with a dimpled grin.