ESCORT SERVICE

My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock

kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, dis-

tracting me, making my mind wander...

Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these

thoughts lead to urges that I no longer could ignore.

Every man I passed on the street or worked with in the

office became simply cock. Bananas, cucumbers, hot

dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were

cock. My mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for

men's underwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded

packages. My pussy moistened at the mere thought of

dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with

their thick meat.

I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband. Each night

I'd find new tricks....all kinds of variations of fuck-

ing and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to big-

ger cocks. Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy

to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan

and scream in lust.

Finally, I knew I had to do something about this

delicious torture I was going through. After much

thought, I looked into escort services, visiting a

dozen in a neighboring city. I made sure I selected

only the classiest of them, ones with clients who

expect the best, and who are discrete. Hoping to

reduce the odds of finding a man with a cock that

would own me, I put on my application that I preferred

to escort black men exclusively.

A week later I got a call at work from Prestige

Escorts. The woman explained that they'd been given

a request for an escort who would entertain a young

black man who was coming to the city to try out for

the university's basketball team. He was kind of shy,

and not accustomed to citylife, and the request was

for an older woman he could be comfortable with. The

escort would include dinner and sightseeing, with the

intent to show him how nice it would be to go to

school there. Was I interested?

My hands were shaking! I said I was, and asked for a

little more information. I was told he was 18 from

Georgia, 6'8" tall, well-mannered and somewhat shy.

Prestige would arrange for a limousine for Friday

evening. All I had to do was drive to the city.

My pussy stayed wet for the next two days as I con-

templated my date. A young black man! 6'8" tall! I

licked my lips as I thought of standing next to him...

my mouth even with his cock....a cock I dreamed would

be a real jaw breaker....a real pussy stuffer. At work

I excused myself frequently to go to the ladies room

and stroke my aching clit when images of feeding on

his meat filled me, bringing myself to draining

orgasms.

After what seemed like an eternity, the night came. I

told my husband I had to go out of town suddenly, and

that I'd return Sunday. I'd already packed my bags,

and left from work, arriving at my hotel with an hour

to spare. I quickly showered and shaved my legs...and

after a few moments of debate, decided to trim my bush

very close, so only a hint of hair was left. I had to

restrain myself from playing with my overheated pussy

as I trimmed, knowing it would be better later when I

went wild all over my black fuck toy.

I purposely went light on cosmetics. I didn't want

him to think I was a whore, although I hoped to be his

private slut in a few hours. I put a light pink glossy

lipstick on, just enough for him to notice. I wanted

him to focus on the lips he would be prying apart. I

then perfumed with Vanilla Musk...my neck, my wrists,

between my breasts, the insides of my thighs, my ass

cheeks. Next, I put on a wispy black lace bra and

matching panties, and finally the thigh-high pantyhose

I purchased in honor of the occasion.

The dress I selected was a long, black silk, slit up

one side to just above my knee. I always got great

compliments from men when I wore it, and tonight I

craved more than compliments! Dignified three inch

black heels finished my look. I added a single small

string of pearls around my neck, and diamond earrings.

The reflection in the mirror was very flattering. I

looked like a nice, warm, comforting woman....who

couldn't wait to eat her fill of black cockmeat.

The front desk called, notifying me the limo had

arrived. After a last look in the mirror, and a deep

breath, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

At the last minute I stopped and shimmied out of the

panties, already wet with my juices, and flung them on

the bed.

My pussy got a little jolt when the driver opened the

door to the limo for me (after giving me a very slow

once-over), and I laid eyes on my date. Alan intro-

duced himself, and shook my hand, and he was obviously

shocked to see an attractive, older white woman. I sat

across from him in the big back seat area, smiling all

the time, and we made small talk as my mind tried hard

to concentrate on his words.

He was young and attractive, but I was more interested

in what he had for me between his legs. He was wearing

pleated dockers that were kind of baggy, so I couldn't

get a very good idea of his package.

We arrived at a nice restaurant, were seated, and had

a nice dinner. I made sure to order a couple of good

bottles of wine, over Al's blushing protests that he

was too young, and had never had any before.

By desert, I'd stared the conversation around to his

romantic life, and he blushed again when he said he'd

never had a real girlfriend before, because of the time

he spent practicing basketball, and keeping up with his

studies. A fresh flood of juice wetted my pussy as I

thought of how nice it would be to show this young man

what a woman's holes are for.

After dinner I told Al that I'd forgotten something

back at the hotel. I asked the driver to take us back,

and I again sat across from him, this time being much

less modest about crossing my legs. Al was really

happy now, feeling more comfortable, and the wine had

him loosening up quite a bit. I watched him sneaking

glances at my legs, and I made sure he saw plenty of

thigh. Every time we laughed, I leaned over and

touched his thigh, letting my hand linger and press

just a little bit longer, and I told him each time how

much fun he was. By the time we reached the hotel, I'd

moved next to him, my dress draped to expose my thighs

above the tops of my nylons. The scent of my drenched

pussy mingled in the air with my perfume, intoxicating

Al all the more.

We walked together through the lobby to my room, get-

ting long stares from everyone, this little white woman

with this very tall black man. I could imagine what

they were thinking...obviously a whore, paid to service

this guy's cock...to eat it, to fuck it, to drink his

come. All of which made me decide to go for it

immediately.

We entered my plush room, and I told Al I'd be right

back as I walked into the bathroom. I left the door

open a crack so I could see if he took the bait I'd

left for him. He walked around shyly, then spotted

my panties on the bed. My clit hardened and pulsed

when he picked them up, glanced my way, and put them

to his nose. My knees almost gave way when he breathed

deep, and his hand went to his crotch. He was squeezing

his cock! His pants quickly bulged out in front...it

looked like he'd stuffed a grapefruit in there! I felt

weak. I could feel my pussy spasm, and a trickle of

juice begin to run down the inside of one thigh.

I sneaked back into the room, careful not to let him

hear me. I was behind him, and watching him sniffing

my panties while he worked his cock with the other hand

was too much to take.

"See what you did to me, before we even met?" I cooed.

Al spun around, flustered as hell.

"I...I...uhm...I'm sorry, Celeste...I didn't mean

to...." he mumbled, dropping the panties. "Maybe I

should go...I'm so sorry."

"Nonsense, sweetheart," I whispered, moving towards

him, his big cock lump almost at eye level. "We've

got a lot of night left, and I have a few ideas about

what you can do to make it up to me."

I stood in front of him, and pushed him gently back

onto the bed. He was so tall, his feet were still on

the floor. I grabbed the panties, and crawled up over

him, straddling his narrow hips, my pantyless pussy

settling on his bulging cock. Putting my panties to

his nose, I whispered "Do you smell me? I had these

on when I was getting ready to meet you. Do you know

how they got that way? Thinking about looking into

your startled eyes, and your cock...thinking about

how thick it is....about how juicy it is....about you

stuffing it into my mouth...about you working it into

my pussy...about you feeding me your thick, hot

come..."

He was squirming below me. I could feel his cock

growing, pushing against my naked pussy, nudging my

aching little clit. I began rubbing myself on his

lump...slowly. "You've got me so wet, Al." I

whispered, reaching down and running a finger between

my sopping cunt lips. The slight touch almost made

me come. I scooped up some juice on a fingernail and

brought it to his lips. "Taste me." I trembled as

his lips tentatively touched my finger, and his tongue

licked out. My hips ground down hard on his cock, and

he moaned.

"Celeste...I...I feel something funny..." he stammered.

I felt something too, but it wasn't funny. I felt

hungry...starved for his cock....thirsty for come...

lots of sweet, hot come.

"Let's get you out of these slacks. I'm afraid I'm

getting them all wet," I whispered as I slid down his

body, rubbing myself across that huge bulge until I

was on my knees on the floor. My pussy had saturated

his crotch, and I breathed in my own scent as my chin

rested on the massive lump in his pants. My hands

worked quickly, trembling, opening my present, my

desert, my cock. I pulled them off in one pull...and

nearly fainted with lust. His white cotton briefs were

obscenely stretched upwards...so much so, his leg

openings were pushed wide open, allowing me to look

inside. His cock was pointing down in his briefs, all

bunched up and constrained, with what looked like a

small apple pushing against the cotton...and apple

leaking something far more delicious than cider,

soaking his briefs...

"My, what do we have here? I cooed. "You just relax,

Al. I think I know how to take care of this problem

of yours."

I mouthed him through his briefs, squeezing the sides

of his meaty shaft with my lips. He was hung like a

horse. I opened my mouth wide and tried to take his

shaft between my teeth, but couldn't. His precum

smelled like salted butter. I could hear it squeezing

out his cockhead with each bite I took along his thick

stalk. The thought of his cumhole opening and closing,

oozing delicious cream made my cunt convulse, and more

of my juices ran down my thighs. I had to see this

monster...

Wrapping my fingers into his waistband, I slowly tugged

down his briefs. Each inch exposed more of his huge

cock. I moaned loudly when the base came into view...

it looked as big around as a wine bottle. A long,

thick vein stood out on the top, pulsing with each beat

of his heart as I exposed more and more cockmeat. When

I reached his cockhead, his underwear hung up on the

deep ridge. I pulled harder, and his cock sprung free,

slapping against his stomach before coming to rest.

"My god," I murmured. He wasn't incredibly long, maybe

eight inches, but his cock looked like a thick, black

eggplant with an apple stuck on the top. I reached up

with both hands and pulled it down for a closer look.

My fingers barely touched. I could feel it pulsing,

almost prying them apart. His cockhead was enormous

His balls were the size and shape of peaches, a light

fuzz covering them. They looked very, very ripe. His

meat...lighter colored, glistening with his precum...

a cumhole so wide, it looked like I could fit a dime

into it. I took it between a thumb and forefinger, and

squeezed it gently, watching his cock mouth open and

close, drooling out thick white cream. It was so soft

and spongy...so meaty...

Al was moaning constantly...almost one long moan...

since I'd started playing with him. His hips were

bucking with each little squeeze I gave his cockhead.

"Ohhhh...Celeste...I think...I ...Oh."

I felt his shaft stiffen and lurch, and before I could

do anything, his cockhead swelled and his fat cock

erupted, spitting out a thick ribbon of sperm that hit

me between my eyes. I quickly started milking his

shaft, squeezing and releasing, pumping him. I felt

each load plastering my face, and I opened my mouth,

panting blindly as I tasted his rich, creamy come

dropping off my nose onto my outstretched tongue. My

pussy spasmed and a sudden, sharp orgasm overtook me,

my thighs trembling. I held onto his bloated cock for

balance as the last of his pent-up sperm dripped onto

my breasts.

I wiped my eyes, licking the come off my fingers. He

was so damn delicious. I was glad it turned out this

way. I'd been debating whether to swallow his whole

load, or to taste some, and he'd taken care of that

decision for me! Al was breathing hard, his chest

heaving. "Oh Celeste...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean

to do that to you!" he babbled. I stood so he could

see me.

"Al...", I whispered. He opened his eyes, finding me

cleaning my face with my fingers, sucking and licking

his come off of them, smiling lewdly. His eyes were

wide. "That was just an appetizer. Lie down on the

bed." He weakly pulled himself onto the bed, his head

resting on a pillow. " Now we are both ready for the

main course."

His spent cock flopped against his thigh. It was still

quite fat, and ugly in the most attractive way. Still

coated with a wet white cream...like a glazed chocolate

e'clair. I straddled him again, this time facing his

meat, and bent down. My ass raised up, and for the

first time he saw a woman's pussy...a white woman's

pussy, open and swollen, with cunt juice running down

her thighs. His musky come smell made my head spin.

Looking back at him through my legs, I said, "Al...I

want you just to look at my pussy....your pussy. I

want you to watch it as I suck your fat cock again.

Watch it open for you...watch it drip for you....watch

it beg for your cock. A woman's pussy is made to eat

cocks like yours. I want you to think about how good

it will feel when you work your thick cockhead into my

tight little cunt..."

He moaned again, and returned my eyes to his meat. It

was beginning to show signs of life, lurching off his

leg, a thick strand of come connected from his cock-

mouth to his thigh. Opening my mouth wide, I swooped

down on it with no hands, my tongue lifting the slimy

cockhead, my mouth sucking it inside until it was

trapped in back of my teeth. I mouthed him like a

slut, slurping loudly on the head. It filled my mouth

almost to the breaking point. I started rocking back

and forth, my mouth able to take in only another inch

or two of his wide cockshaft...I felt my cuntmouth

opening and closing to the rhythm of my sucking...

wishing it had something to swallow, too.

I watched his cock fatten up...his balls begin to move.

The head was firming up in my hot mouth, no longer able

to get past my teeth. I made my lips into a wide,

tight seal...like my pussy....and began to suck him

hard. His cockhead had mushroomed until it filled my

mouth. Maybe an inch of cockmeat was inside me...the

rest was all tender, juicy, fat cockhead. I twisted my

head back and forth like a fish on a hook, pumping him

with my obscenely distended mouth, my lips just a thin,

tight line of flesh. My breathing was labored and my

nostrils flared as I worked on the huge cockflesh.

Lewd, wet slurping sounds escaped my lips with each

suck, sounding like a pussy when it's fucked my a thick

cock.

My cunt, untouched, was convulsing. I was moaning like

a whore around his cock, humming as I ate. As I bobbed

up and down on the top of his cock, I could see the

rest of his shaft...my tight lips causing the veins in

his big cock to swell with backed-up blood, the entire

stalk gnarled and bloated.

Without warning, Al began to hump up into my face,

gently but urgently. My stuffed mouth took in all it

could, but it was wrapped so tightly around his cock

that all I could do was go along for the ride. Saliva

and left over sperm squeezed out from the corners of

my sealed lips with each thrust, hanging down in long

lines to his stomach, where it ran like a river to his

balls. Al started groaning deep in his throat, causing

me to moan even louder around my huge meal...and send-

ing another long orgasmic wave crashing through my

poor, begging pussy.

While panting and snorting through my come, lost in it,

I felt hands on either side of my head...holding me

steady as he humped faster...using my mouth to jerk off

with. I felt the bloated head of his cock bumping my

throat, gagging me a little, but Al couldn't help

himself. With a long loud cry, he pumped into my mouth

faster and faster, pushing my lips further down his

shaft, and then his fat cock started jerking, lifting

my face with each throbbing lurch....

I felt his cockhead swell until I couldn't breathe, and

then my entire mouth was flooded with thick, gagging

come. He rode my mouth like a horse as what seemed

like a pint of heavy cream filled me. I tried to

swallow, but there was too much. It made my throat

convulse, and I gagged and coughed, his seed spraying

out from between my lips and snorting out my nose.

Another wave of orgasms made my knees collapse as he

worked my head on his erupting cock. My cheeks were

bloated with his sperm, my lips so tight it could only

force its way out under the pressure of his spurts.

Finally, Al let go of my head and his body went limp.

I reached up and gripped his slippery cockshaft with

both hands, pulling hard, until his giant cockhead

pulled free from my lips with a loud, wet pop. A

river of thick sperm poured from between my lips as my

head fell heavily to his slimy stomach. I could feel

come and saliva on my face as a swallowed the heavy

cream that coated my throat. Panting like a racehorse,

I washed my face in the come pool on his flat belly,

my tongue scooping up all I could get....sucking it

into my mouth....swallowing greedily. In my hands I

could feel his well sucked cock pulsing and jerking as

it tried to rest.

I was content to rest, now. I'd come three times...

without even being touched....just from sucking this

huge, fat, black cock. My pussy was leaking sweet

juice, making Al's chest all slippery and sweet smell-

ing. As I drifted off, I thought about how great it

will feel to teach Al about the pleasures of fucking a

woman....especially this little white woman, with the

hungry pussy....like a bitch in heat.