Wife In 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.