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Bobbi 12 of 14: On Call
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"My, but don't you look pretty tonight," said Edith as I stepped out of
my room. "This must be some special place you're going." I gave her a
little pout, and said, "I told you this was my first modeling assign-
ment for the agency, and I have to look my best for it." I fussed a bit
more with my hair, and Edith asked, "It seems rather late for a job,
and it's a Saturday night too. What sort of assignment is it?" I hes-
itated for a second, and then replied, "Oh, it's some stock shots that
have to do with, ah... having fun at night in New York. I'll be very
late coming home, so don't wait up for me." Edith looked at me with
one of her motherly looks. I could not be sure if she had bought the
story or not.
It was not a lie. It was an assignment from Helen's modeling agency,
and it did have to do with having fun at night in New York. The only
thing that I had not told Edith was that I was the fun that someone was
going to have. I was indeed going on my first assignment tonight, but
it was my first assignment on call as a call-girl.
My date for tonight was a businessman from Chicago who came to New York
about four times a year. He was one of Helen's regular clients, and
usually took one of her girls out to dinner, and back to the bed in his
hotel room whenever he was in town. Some time ago he had asked Helen
if she knew of anyone like me instead of one of the regular girls that
she always supplied. When he had called Helen on Thursday to set up
his usual date, she mentioned me to him, and he accepted readily. He
was not overtly homosexual, but did want a sort of change of pace from
his wife. As long as I wore a dress, his self-image would stay intact.
There are lots of men like him.
I had gotten the assignment from Helen herself when I called in on Fri-
day like she had told me to. Most of my assignments from then on I
would get through her receptionist, but she liked to give out first
assignments personally. Helen had been very concerned about the way I
would handle myself with my date. "Be affectionate," she had told me,
"but not overt about it in public. My girls all have the sort of class
about them that would fit a senior executive's wife. Our clients are
entitled to more than just some chippie to ball."
Helen was almost as much of a mother as Edith in a lot of ways. She
insisted on going over almost every detail of the assignment with me on
the phone. "I just want things to go well for you," she had said.
"This is your first time out, but it should not seem like that to the
client." She was right. All of her instructions were worthwhile, and
I did appreciate her concern. It was a benefit to both of us. I would
have a better time of it with my date, and she would be assured of ke-
eping a repeat customer.
"The limousine will pick you up in front of your apartment building,"
Helen said. "Be ready at six. The limo will take you to the hotel.
Your companion's name is Dan. Call his room from the house phone in
the lobby, and introduce yourself. He'll tell you if he wants you to
come up, or wait for him in the bar. This one usually picks the bar.
Tell him what you're wearing, and sit at one end of the bar so you're
easy for him to find. Greet him quietly, but warmly, like you've known
him for a while. It's okay to kiss, but keep it friendly, not passion-
ate, and only if he makes the first move toward you. Let him make the
first moves all night. You just don't resist anything he might do.
I assured her that I would do exactly what she told me, and she added,
"Two last things. Don't ask for money! I bill him for tonight, and
I'll send you a cheque so it looks like a real modeling assignment.
Finally, take it easy on the booze. Even if he gets a little drunk,
you don't! Keep your head straight, and have fun. Call me at home on
Sunday afternoon, and tell me how it went. Okay?" That was all she
had to say. I told her that I would be fine, and I would report in on
Sunday.
"Have fun," Edith said as I put on my coat, and got ready to leave. "I
will," I replied. "I'm looking forward to tonight. It should be fun
too." I was still trying to cover things, but I really was looking
forward to it. I liked the feeling of class that I got about going to
the sort of places that Helen said I would be going. The Hippies could
keep their candles and pot. Crystal chandeliers and champagne were
more to my taste. This might be prostitution, but it was better than
any common street walker would ever have.
It was ten minutes before six when I got to the lobby of the apartment
building. I was a little early for my limousine, but I was anxious to
get going. I did not feel like waiting upstairs with Edith and Sarah.
They were too full of motherly type questions, and I was not in the
mood for answering them. I guess all girls got that sort of mild third
degree from their mothers before a date, or anytime they were going out
in the evening. It was all well intentioned, but my mind was on other
things tonight.
"Cab, Miss Bobbi?," said Thomas the doorman when I looked out to see if
my ride had arrived. "No, Thomas," I replied. "I have a limousine
coming to pick me up in a few minutes. I was just looking for it."
Thomas touched the brim of his cap politely, and said, "Very good, Miss
Bobbi. If you'd like to wait on the lobby sofa, I'll let you know when
it arrives." I thanked him, and walked to the sofa to wait. I only
had time to check my make-up in my compact mirror when he came over to
tell me that the limousine had arrived.
The driver was holding the door to the back seat for me as I crossed
the sidewalk to get in. "Good evening," he said. "My name is William.
I'm your driver for tonight. Please let me know if there is anything I
can do for you." William was a tall, black man with the muscular build
of a boxer. I found out later that he had been a boxer in the Navy,
and that Helen had hired him as a driver for her limousine service
because he would be able to handle any problems that might come up if a
client decided to do something foolish. It was nice to know that he
would be there if any problems did come up. I got into the back seat,
and William closed the door behind me.
I settled back into the seat, and William drove away from the curb.
"Miss Bobbi?," he said through the limousine's intercom system. "Your
date is at the New York Hilton tonight. I've been retained to drive
both of you around all evening. I will also be waiting for you in the
hotel lobby when you're ready to go home. Just let the bell captain
know when you need me, and they will fetch me for you. The radio is
under your control, and there are some soft drinks and wine in the bar
back there if you would like some. Sit back, and enjoy the ride."
That is exactly what I did.
It was not long before the limousine drew up in front of the New York
Hilton, and William was holding the door for me to get out. "Thank
you, William," I said with a regal air, and went into the hotel. I
went straight to the house phone, and gave the operator my client's
name. A moment later there was a ringing tone, and a deep voice on the
other end said, "Hello?" The voice sounded nice, and I said, "Dan?
This is Bobbi. Helen sent me. Shall I come up, or would you rather
meet down here?" There was a short pause, and then the voice said,
"No... ah... I'll meet you in the bar. Okay?" I told him I would be
waiting for him, and described what I was wearing. "I'll be right
down," he said.
I slipped my coat off, and went into the lobby bar. Again it seemed
like every male eye was following my every move as I walked to one end
of the bar, and sat demurely on a stool at the end. I just had time to
order a white wine, and take a sip when a man in a dark blue suit stood
next to me. "Bobbi?," he said. "Dan?," I replied, and he nodded tak-
ing my hand. He leaned toward me, so I gave him a friendly kiss on the
lips in greeting. He seemed to like that very much.
Dan was about forty years old, and slim built with just the beginnings
of a middle-age tummy. He looked like he had once been athletic. He
was six feet tall with a big Polish looking face, and dark, curly hair
just barely tinged with grey. He ordered a Scotch for himself, and we
made some bit of "getting-to-know-you" small talk. He was pleasant and
easy to talk with, and liked making silly little double entente jokes,
turning most things I said into straight lines for them. I rather
liked him. He was fun to be with.
We finished our drinks as we talked, and then got ready to go to din-
ner. "You know," Dan said as we walked through the lobby, "you're not
quite what I expected." I looked at him questioningly, and asked,
"What do you mean?" He smiled. "Only good things," he said in a whis-
per. "I just expected someone different. You're just like being with
a real girl. I like that." I liked that too.
William was waiting for us with the limousine when Dan and I stepped
out of the hotel. I slid into the back seat first, and caught Dan
giving my legs a good look as the short skirt of my cocktail dress rode
even further up my thighs almost exposing my stocking tops. He liked
what he saw. Dan slid into the seat next to me, and slipped his arm
around me, pulling us closer together. "You don't mind if I hold you
like this, do you?," he asked with a romantically lustful tone in his
voice. "Not at all," I replied. "I like it. We're going to be very
close friends tonight." Then I kissed him on the cheek. "Yes we are,"
he said with only lust in his voice this time, and gently fondled my
right knee.
We did not have far to go, so it was only minutes before the limousine
drew up in front of the RCA Building, and we were in the elevator on
our way up to The Rainbow Room. I left my coat at the check room, and
we were escorted to our table. The waiter took our drinks order, and
we were left alone to talk.
This was certainly not a cheap date for Dan, so I was curious to find
out how he could afford it. I was not obvious about it, but in the
course of conversation I was able to find out many things. Dan was not
just some salesman on a junket to New York City. He was the president
of a large manufacturing company based in Chicago. He came to New York
City four times a year for meetings with the investment bankers who
handled his company's stock on the exchange. He had a happy home life
in suburban Chicago with his wife and two children, but he liked to
have a little fun when he was traveling. He did not want the hassle of
keeping a mistress or girlfriend somewhere, so he relied on call-girls
for his fun. It was all very straightforward.
I was also very curious about why he would want someone like me. The
answer to that was quite straightforward too. Dan had a rather normal
wife with whom he had a normal and active sex life, but he also had a
taste for the exotic and unusual as well. He always looked for some-
thing he could not find at home. He had gone through a few homosexual
experiences when he was in college, but he was not overtly homosexual
himself. He just liked the excitement that being able to fondle a cock
under a skirt gave him. He would not have openly dated another man,
but dating a pre-op transexual like me allowed him the cover of looking
like he was with a woman in places he liked to go while still knowing
that he would have the pleasure that feeling my little penis would give
him later. He liked places like The Rainbow Room very much, and with
someone like me, he could be seen by people who knew him without fear
of ruining his reputation. That was all fine with me. I liked being
there with him, and what was to happen later would be fun too. I made
up my mind to just relax, and enjoy the evening.
"Would you care to dance?," Dan asked after the waiter took our dinner
order. "Yes," I replied demurely. "I'd like that very much." He held
me very close as we glided slowly across the dance floor. He was a
good dancer, and plainly enjoyed dancing a lot. It felt good to be in
his arms that way. I could feel the sexual excitement of the evening
growing with every step, and my little penis twitched a bit in its tuck
in my panties when Dan slid his hand down to cop a quick feel of my ass
while we danced. This was definitely shaping up as a fun evening.
Dinner was wonderful too. Dan had taken the initiative, and ordered
Fillet Mignon for two, and a good French wine to go with it. He was
soft spoken in many ways, but he was also very much in charge of things
at the same time. I liked that too. The beginnings of the Women's
Liberation movement were in full swing back then, but I was not much
into them at that time. I was not about to burn my bras. I was trying
too hard to get into them! I liked then, and I still like now, a man
to take charge. I wanted to be all the woman I could be in this life,
and I liked the traditional ways that a man would treat a woman. I
liked that Dan treated me that way.
We danced a bit more after dinner, and as the music died, Dan said,
"It's a little after ten. Shall we go back to the hotel?" That was
all right with me. I was enjoying the date, but I was also curious to
find out what he would be like in bed. He paid the cheque, and we were
soon back in the limousine on our way back to his hotel room so I could
finish the job I had been hired for.
"William," Dan said into the limousine intercom after we had gotten in.
"Take us up through Central Park for about half an hour before we get
to the hotel." William's voice on the intercom just said, "Very good,
sir," and we pulled away from the curb. "I thought I might get to know
you a little better before we get to the hotel," Dan said turning to
me. "I hope you don't mind." I did not mind at all. Helen had told
me I should be responsive to all my client's needs, and I was ready for
anything that might happen. I wanted Dan to get to know me better too!
I had only draped my coat over my shoulders, so it slid from me easily
when Dan took me in his arms. Our lips pressed together, and I parted
mine to allow his tongue admittance to the inside of my mouth. His
tongue felt hot when it touched mine, and they rolled around each other
beginning the serious part of the mating dance that would end later in
the bed in his hotel room. His arms felt strong as they enfolded me,
and I could tell that he had been very athletic in his youth. It felt
good to have him holding me. This was one call-girl who was going to
enjoy her work tonight.
Dan's hands did not stay inactive at the ends of his strong arms for
very long. One moved around in front of me to knead my tiny, but grow-
ing, breasts through the padding of my bra. He did not seem disappoin-
ted that I lacked a bit in that area compared to the women he usually
dated. He gave an excited moan as he felt them, and kept right on with
what he was doing. He was clearly enjoying himself, and me.
After a few moments, Dan's hand drifted lower on my body, and reached
the hem of my skirt. It lingered for a second at the knee he had fond-
led earlier, and then proceeded under my skirt along my thigh. Slowly,
I felt his hand inch upward toward my stocking tops until I could feel
its warmth on the bare flesh above them. I had an idea of what he wan-
ted, so I opened my legs to allow him access to my crotch. His hand
immediately slipped between my legs, and started probing the silky mat-
erial of my panties. I had to twist around somewhat to keep him from
dislodging my little penis from its tuck. It was hard now, and would
pose a problem under my short skirt as we walked through the hotel lob-
by later if it got out. I was glad when he had satisfied himself that
it was there, and went back to my breasts.
There was no reason that Dan should be having all the fun at this pet-
ting session. I was just as curious about his cock as he was about my
body, so it seemed that a quick grope was in order. While he was play-
ing with my tiny breasts and their padding, I moved one hand down to
his crotch to see what was there. Mt fingers were met by a fully solid
piece of male meat, straining to be loosed from the confinement of his
trousers. It was a little twisted up in the layers of cloth that cov-
ered it, so I moved it around to let it straighten out. Dan let out a
moan as I did that, whispering, "That's it, baby. Play with it!," into
my ear hoarsely.
His cock felt better to my touch that way. I could run my fingers the
whole length of it through his pants, and Dan seemed to like when I did
that. His cock was not overly long. It felt like a pretty standard
six or six and a half inches long, but it was thick. Most cocks are
about an inch or so in thickness, but Dan's cock felt at least two
inches thick from base to head. The other thing that struck me about
it was the hardness of it. There was always a certain amount of sprin-
giness even when the other cocks I had known were completely hard, but
not with Dan's cock. His had a hardness akin to that of oak. It felt
like a sculpture carved from a limb of a mighty tree, and planted be-
tween his legs to grow even more. I could hardly wait to have it plan-
ted in me!
"Excuse me, sir," came William's voice over the intercom in a soft and
polite tone. "Yes?," replied Dan breaking our kiss, but not stopping
his toying with my tiny breasts. "We are about two blocks from your
hotel," William said. "Are ready to go in, or shall I keep driving a
while longer?" Dan gave me a look of pure and raw lust that said he
wanted me naked on a bed, and ready for him to bury his hardon in me.
I looked back at him in the same way. I very much wanted to see, feel,
and taste the instrument of pleasure that I had just felt through his
pants. "Yes, William," Dan said through the intercom, never taking his
eyes off me. "I believe we're ready to go to the hotel now." "Very
good, sir," replied William.
Dan and I adjusted ourselves and our clothes back to presentablity as
the limousine drove the last two blocks to the hotel. I kissed him one
more time as we arrived at the entrance, and one of the doormen opened
the door to the back seat. Dan gave my hand an affectionate squeeze
when we got out. He was treating me exactly as he would any other wo-
man. This would be a good night.
I put my arm in Dan's to cross the lobby, and he took my hand in his.
"I like being close to you, Bobbi," he said softly while we walked.
"You make me feel good. I wasn't sure about tonight when Helen first
told me about you. I've wanted something like this for a long time,
but I've never found someone like you I could feel comfortable with...
until now. I like you." I liked him to like me. A whore is not sup-
posed to get involved emotionally with her johns, but I always seemed
to do that on some level. Most of the time I could let it go when the
date was over, so it never got me in trouble. It really is not a good
policy for a prostitute to follow, however, even if it does make her
dates feel good. She needs to be aloof and detached, or she could wind
up with a lot of emotional trauma.
If we had been alone in the elevator, I am sure Dan and I would have
gone back to the sensual wrestling match that we had started in the
limousine, but the elderly couple who shared the elevator with us would
not have appreciated the surrealism of the scene it would have created.
We contented ourselves with a series of lustful looks, and his hand on
my bottom in the corner of the elevator where no one could see. I did
not need to see it. I could feel it, and it felt very nice. He only
removed it when we got out at his floor, and walked down the corridor
to his room. Dan paused a second to unlock the door, and throw it open
for me. I was about to learn what being a call-girl was all about.
Dan's room was large and spacious. It was not a suite, but it was al-
most big enough to have been one. The king sized bed all but looked
small over in the far corner. In the open area in front of it there
was a sofa, an upholstered chair, a small cocktail table, a television,
a dresser, a desk, and a bar. It actually appeared sort of homey. The
room had the feeling of just a big living room with a bed in it, but
that bed was the main reason I was here at all. Dan took my coat, and
hung it in the closet.
"Helen told you what to do after we're done, didn't she?," Dan asked
coming over to me, and putting his hands on my hips. "Yes she did," I
answered, snaking my arms around his neck. "I wait until you're asle-
ep, and then dress quietly, and leave. Am I right?" Dan nodded, and
said, "That's right. If this was a Friday night, I'd ask you to spend
the whole night, but tomorrow's Sunday, and I..." His voice trailed
off, and he gave a little shrug. "That's fine. I know what Sundays
are all about. You don't ever have to explain a thing to me. I'm here
to make you feel good in any way you want me to. How can I do that?"
Dan just pulled me close for a long kiss. The pressure of his hard
cock against my thigh through our clothes told me exactly how I could
please him.
"Would you like a drink?," Dan asked after a few minutes of kissing.
"Yes," I replied, "but let me get them. I told you I was here to
please you, so you just sit over there on the couch, and let me do it.
Okay?" Dan gave me a sly, but very pleased smile, and said, "Okay. I
think I'd like a brandy." Then he sat at one end of the sofa like a
sheik surveying the harem girl he had picked for the night.
I went to the bar. It was a little closet-like affair against the wall
with a bar surface on top, and doors below concealing the shelves for
the glasses, bottles, and other bar equipment. I did not crouch to get
at the shelves, but bent over at the waist with my legs stiff knowing
that my short skirt would ride up in back that way giving Dan a look at
the back of my thighs almost to my stocking tops. A whistle from him
told me I had achieved the desired effect, and I wiggled my ass a lit-
tle to add to it. I really did want to please him.
I stood up straight again, and poured two snifters of brandy for us.
Then I turned to face Dan, and said, "I think it's time I got comfor-
table for you." I reached behind me, and slid down the zipper at the
back of my cocktail dress. A movement of my shoulders let it fall to
the floor at my feet, and I heard Dan give a little excited intake of
breath. I stepped out of it, and stood before him in just my powder-
blue bra, panties, and garter-belt with a powder-blue lace full-slip
over them, and seamed stockings and high-heels below. Another shrug
disposed of the slip, and I deposited it and the dress on the chair. I
let Dan look at me that way for a moment, and then went to him with the
drinks.
I sat coyly at the opposite end of the sofa from Dan to let him get a
good look. His eyes were all over me. "To good times!," I said in a
toast, and we both took a sip of brandy. It was going to be a good
time tonight if this call-girl had anything to say about it.
We sat there sipping the brandy for a moment, and just looking at each
other before Dan said, "Why don't you come a little closer?" I stood,
and stepped over to him. I sat on his lap, put my arms around his
neck, and said, "Is this close enough?" The pressure of his lips ag-
ainst mine, and the exploring hand on my abdomen gave me my answer.
His hot tongue touched mine, and the hand moved up to my tiny breasts
as it had done in the limousine. The unbelievable hardness of his cock
pressed against my bottom, and I knew it was time for me to get to
work.
I felt Dan's other hand touch the clasp of my bra, but I squirmed play-
fully away, saying, "Why don't we get you comfortable first? Let's get
you out of that jacket and tie." I stood to let him do it, and got a
suit hanger from the closet. "The valet service is part of this," I
joked. "Take off your pants too. You aren't going to need them any-
more tonight." Dan looked a little funny standing there in just his
dress shirt and underwear as I hung his suit in the closet, but the
protrusion that his cock was making in his boxer shorts was not funny
at all. It looked delicious, and I could hardly wait for a taste of
it. Dan had tossed his shirt over the chair when I returned to him.
"You think of everything," Dan said, taking me in his arms again while
we stood in front of the sofa. "I've never met anyone quite like you
before." I liked him saying that. "I'm just full of good ideas," I
replied. "Why don't you sit down again?"
Dan moved to sit, and tried to hold me as he did. I had a better idea.
I slid down, out of his embrace into a crouch before him, slipped my
fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts, and whisked
them down his legs to his ankles. His massive cock jutted up from his
groin like the marble pillar of an ancient temple. I just stared at it
as he lifted his stocking feet to let me remove his shorts, and toss
them aside. His cock was all I had thought it to be when I first felt
it in the limousine. It was about six and a half inches long, and
fully two inches thick from the tangle of coarse, coal-black hair at
its base to its huge, un-circumcised head. Two overly large balls hung
below in their hair covered sack. Dan smiled down at me in expectation
of what was to come next.
I looked at Dan's cock, and flicked out my tongue toward it. I needed
very much to taste it. I pressed my moist tongue against his hairy
balls, and licked up along the underside of his cock, all the way to
the tip. I slipped my tongue under the foreskin, and tasted the very
slightly musky flavor there, causing Dan to moan, "Oh, baby. That's
the way. Suck it nice," in a voice now hoarse with excitement. I rol-
led back the foreskin that covered the glans, and ran my tongue around
the head, inserting the tip gently in the pee-slit. I might have been
just a whore, but there was no reason I could not enjoy my work. I was
certainly enjoying this.
I moved lower on him to lick more at his heavy balls. Dan lay back in
the sofa, and was obviously enjoying this too. His balls were so big
that I could not quite get them both in my mouth at the same time, but
Dan seemed to like it as I took them each in turn between my lips to
suck and lick on them. They tasted just wonderful. I spent a lot of
time loving them with my lips and tongue.
Dan's hands were on my head as I sucked his cock. They were gentle at
first, but strengthened their grip at his excitement level grew. Dan
was a man very much in charge of things whatever he was doing. His
whole manner said authority in every way. He was also a man who took
charge of things. He could not abide indecision, and if no one else
would make a decision, he would do it for them. He did, however, real-
ize that he had to hold back on this in order not to appear overbear-
ing. Now, as his sexual excitement grew from the licking I was giving
his cock and balls, that facade of gentleness began to fall, and he
took charge of things to satisfy his own carnal needs.
Dan lifted my head, and brought my lips over the tip of his cock. He
pushed me down on the shaft, forcing my mouth open with its hardness,
and running the length of it to the back of my throat. This took me by
surprise. I tried to pull away, but he was just too strong. He lifted
my head up again until just the glans of his cock were between my lips,
and then forced to all back into my mouth and throat again to repeat
this over and over. I could not stop him. He was using my head as
just a piece of meat with which to jerk himself off. It was no longer
a blow-job. As his prostitute, I could do little else but curl my lips
tightly about his cock, and let him have his way with me. It was only
a few minutes before I felt the hot splash of his semen on my tongue.
Dan let out a huge moan as he came, and let go of my head. His cum
tasted nice on my tongue, and I waited for the second spurt to fill my
mouth with the hot, sticky, white liquid. With my head again free, I
was able to slide his cock about halfway into my mouth so I would not
loose a drop, but there was no second spurt. Dan lay back in the sofa,
and relaxed. That one shot had been it. I sucked at his cock as I
lifted my head, and let it slip from my lips with a slurping noise. He
opened his eyes just in time to watch me swallow his little load of
cum.
Dan looked at me for a minute with lust filled eyes. I was still on my
knees between his legs. There was lust in more of him than just his
eyes. His cock had not appeared to have gone limp at all, and still
stood like a mighty tree growing from his loins. I touched it with my
hand, and felt only the granite hardness that I had been feeling all
along. It had tasted and felt ever so good in my mouth. I wanted it
in me!
"I want more of you!," Dan said in a guttural tone, and lunged forward
to grab me. He was being playful, so I decided to be playful too. I
jumped to my feet, avoiding his grasp, and stepped away from him toward
the bed. Dan smiled an evil smile at me, and said, "You don't get away
that easily. I want you, and I'm going to have you!" He got up from
the sofa, and slowly started after me with his cock still as rock hard
as ever. I backed away one step for every step he took forward. He
was going to "have" me in exactly the way he meant the word, but I wan-
ted him to "have" me on that king-sized bed. I was not going to let
him catch me until we got there, but we could have the thrill of the
chase for now.
My eyes were fixed on Dan's cock as he came toward me, and I backed
away. It showed no signs of softening yet. It was a solid mass of
flesh that poked out in front of him, and waved seductively from side
to side as he slowly approached. I wondered if it ever got soft. It
was hard like this when I first touched it in the limousine, and it had
been hard every time I had touched it all evening. How many women have
dreamed of a man who would never go limp? I just could not take my
eyes off it as I backed up, and that meant I could not actually see
where I was going. Dan took a quick step toward me, and I, reacting
just as quickly, tried to take a quick step backward, but could not.
The edge of the bed caught me at the joint behind my knees, and I tum-
bled onto my back on the soft sheets and mattress.
Dan was on me like a tiger on its prey. The weight of his body pinned
me to the bed, and his lips pressed hard against my mouth. His hands
gripped my wrists, and held them over my head. He was not really hur-
ting me, but he was not being gentle about this either. He had removed
his undershirt while pursuing me to the bed, so he was totally naked on
top of me. I could feel the warmth of his larger frame against the
length of mine, and the hardness of his cock prodding my thigh. I
tried to squirm away, but he held me fast, and tightened his hold on me
the more I wriggled. This did not seem like the gentle man who I had
danced with at The Rainbow Room earlier. He had lost his gentleness in
the fire of sexual passion, and I was the current object of that. I
just hoped that I was not about to become one of those stories of a
prostitute who lost control of her client, and had something unfortu-
nate happen to her.
"Now I'm going to see the rest of you!," Dan said in a way that was as
much a command as a statement of his intentions. He moved my wrists
together, and held them over my head with one hand. The other hand
went behind me, and expertly un-hooked my bra. He pulled it up off my
tiny breasts, and looked at them. The hormones were already having
some effect, and the areola were bulging slightly on each small mound,
both with a tiny button of a nipple at their centers. Dan's lips clam-
ped over one, and began to suck. Little tingles of electricity danced
through my nervous system, and I moaned softly and passionately. No
one had actually sucked on my breasts this way since I had started on
the hormones, so I had never felt this sort of excitement before. It
was more than I had ever gotten from my tiny "male" breasts. This is
what I wanted tits for!
The feelings in my breasts had been so intense that I did not notice
anything else until I felt the clasp of my garter-belt release. Dan
was trying to push it down, and get my stockings off at the same time.
"Let me do it," I whispered in his ear, and his hands released me.
That felt better, and reassured me that his roughness with me was only
passion, and not some desire to hurt. I sat up at the edge of the bed,
and removed all but my panties, depositing my bra, garter-belt, and
stockings in a delicate pile on the nightstand. Dan opened the drawer
of the nightstand, took out a letter sized envelope, and placed it
under the pile. "Leave that until later, when you go," he said. "Then
take it with you."
I was curious to know what the envelope was, but I had been hired to do
a job, and their was still more work for this call-girl to do. I lay
back on the bed with my head on a pillow, wearing just my panties, and
awaited my client's next needs. I think I already knew what they would
be.
It was only seconds before Dan's hands were upon me again, but there
was a difference now. The gentleness seemed to have returned, and he
cradled me softly in his arms as he lay next to me. "Helen was sure
right about you," he said as we kissed again. "I still can't be sure
that you aren't really a woman, even in just your panties." He was
hinting at what he wanted next, so I replied, "You could take them off
me." Dan needed no further encouragement than that. Quickly he moved
to a kneeling position on the bed, and his fingers found the elastic at
the waistband of my panties. He pulled then down slowly, and just
stared at the bush of pubic hair at my crotch while he got them all the
way off of my legs, and dropped them on top of the pile of lingerie on
the nightstand. We were now both completely naked.
My little penis was still in its tuck, but it would not have taken much
to dislodge it now. It had been trying to grow into an erection all
evening, and only the bend it was forced into by being tucked back be-
tween my legs, into my crotch had kept it from standing to its full
five inches. Even as small as it was, that penis was more than I wan-
ted on me. I wanted just the little eighth inch nub of a clitoris
guarding the entrance to a vagina down there, but all the lovers who
had ever had me wanted to touch, or at least see, my little penis. Dan
was apparently no exception.
Dan put his hands on my knees, and spread my legs apart. That was all
it took. Mt little penis came free of its tuck, and popped up to greet
him. Dan's face spread into a big, broad smile at the sight, and he
said, "You've got a very pretty pussy, Bobbi. It looks good enough to
eat!" Before I could react to that, Dan lowered his face to my crotch,
and kissed my tiny balls.
I love giving head, but I did not like getting a blow-job at all. I
did not want to have that penis, and having someone pay that much at-
tention to it was not enjoyable for me. I put my hands on Dan's head
to push him away, but two things stopped me. First, as a prostitute, I
was responsible for taking care of all my client's needs. Helen had
particularly stressed this in her talk, and she would not have been
pleased if I did not take care of this client need. Second, what Dan
started doing to me felt good. I did not like getting a blow-job, but
he was not doing anything like that at all.
After the kiss, Dan's tongue flicked out, and touched my balls. His
tongue was hot. Not just in the sense of the word that indicates sex-
ual excitement either, but also in that it's temperature felt higher
than I normally would have expected. He pressed it into my scrotum,
separating my balls, and worked it down the center line to the point
where my ball sack ended deep in my crotch. That drove me wild! I had
never had my "pussy" eaten before, except for that time with Helen, but
this was different than that. These were not the feelings of a woman
being eaten by a Lesbian that I was feeling. I was being treated to
feeling the way a man would eat a "pussy" before I actually had a real
"pussy" of my own. Dan was not giving me a blow-job. He was still
treating me as the woman I was. He was eating my "pussy!"
Dan was lying on his stomach between my legs. The only part of him I
could reach from that position was his head. I ran my fingers through
his curly hair, and moaned with sexual delight as he continued what he
was doing. Dan licked all over my tiny balls. It was as if the shaft
of my little penis was not there most of the time, and that was just
fine with me. A few times he did lick his way up the shaft to its
head, but he never took it in his mouth except for holding the tip be-
tween his lips a couple of times in a kiss. That also gave him the
chance to just touch the head with the tip of his tongue in the same
way that he might have flicked it at any woman's clit while he was
going down on her.
I was moaning and writhing on the bed all the way through it. I might
not like getting blow-jobs, but I liked this! I played with my small
breasts, and pinched my nipples for even more stimulation. If Dan kept
this up long enough, I could take the orgasm that was building inside
of me all the way over the edge, and maybe even cum!
Then a feeling swept through my body. It was not the sudden rush that
I sometimes felt when I came, but more of an all over warmth that fil-
led every fiber of my being, and built to a quivering excitement from
there. At first I did not know what it was, but then the realization
hit me. I was experiencing my first "womanly" orgasm. I did not need
to cum like a man would. Without shooting any semen, I had done that
already. It felt very nice indeed.
Dan's tongue lapping at my groin started to kindle the fire of a sec-
ond orgasm, but it would take a while for that to build to climax. For
all his authoritarian ways, Dan could be a patient and gentle lover,
but one need of his now would take precedence. Even if his cock ap-
peared to be in a perpetual state of iron-hard erection, his balls ne-
eded time to recharge after shooting their cum in my mouth before they
were ready to discharge another load of semen. Dan's next move told me
they were ready again.
Dan stopped licking my balls, and placed a kiss on the head of my lit-
tle penis, saying, "I want my cock in you!" I started to reach for my
purse to get the tube of Vaseline that I kept in it, but Dan took no
notice of what I was doing. He just got to a kneeling position on the
bed, and took hold of my hips. His athletic strength soon had me on
all fours in front of him with my ass in the air, and my little penis
hanging down. He was about to mount me from behind, but I called out,
"Hold on, baby. I need to get lubricated first!" He only replied,
"Don't worry. I'll take care of that!," and brought his hand up to
spit a great load of saliva on the palm. He rubbed this all over his
cock.
The extraordinary hardness of Dan's cock prodded at my anus. The spit-
tle would work for some lubrication, but it was not the most pleasant
way of getting fucked in the ass. Dan had to put some more on the end
of his prick to get the huge knob of a head in. It hurt! I like being
fucked, but Dan's cock was thicker than most of the cocks that had ever
found their way into my ass. Then, even with the attempt at lubrica-
tion Dan had made, it was still very dry, and took a lot of effort to
work into me. Dan gripped me by the hips, pulling me back with his
arms, and thrusting forward with his pelvis, while I buried my face
down into a pillow, pushing back toward him with my thigh muscles in an
attempt to get the discomfort of his entry over as quickly as possible.
It hurt!
It was only my ass that was being spread, but it felt like my whole
body was being spilt by a wedge. Oh, but he was big back there! At
last the forward progress of his enormous cock stopped, and we both
took a deep breath. The hurt of his penetration subsided, and I twis-
ted my behind to receive him better. It actually felt good to have him
in me that way. I liked the feeling of Dan's monster cock in my ass.
The only problem was getting it in to where if felt this good. We had
done that now.
Dan let me have those few seconds to get used to his presence in my
backside, and then started working on finishing the next of his needs.
Slowly, he started working his body back and forth causing his cock to
work its way in and out of my ass. He held my hips tightly with his
hands, and just as her had used my head to jerk himself off earlier
when his cock was in my mouth, he now used my entire body as a tool for
his masturbation with his prick in my anus. I had little or no control
over the situation. I was only there to be used by him, but after all,
that was what being a whore was about. I might get small scraps of
enjoyment from the things a client might do to me, but my needs were
always secondary. He could have me any way he wished. Luckily, most
of the things this client wished were just what I would have wished
too. He fucked me just the way I liked to be fucked.
The more Dan's cock moved in and out of my ass, the more it became coa-
ted with the small amount of natural lubricant that is found there, and
the easier it went. My anal opening also relaxed, and spread to accom-
modate him. It was not long before the powerful thrusting of his loins
became easier to take, and the contortions of my face were out of ecs-
tasy rather than out of pain. What he was doing to me felt very good
indeed.
Dan did not hold back anything when he fucked me. Some men have to
rest a bit every few strokes to keep from ejaculating too quickly, but
Dan did not have that sort of trouble in any way. He started slowly,
but soon was thrusting faster and faster into me. The faster he moved,
the harder he pounded too. Each stroke had more force behind it than
the last, and I pushed my contorted face into the pillow, digging my
fingers into it as well, to endure the pumping that Dan's huge cock was
giving my little ass. This was not a gentle, easy fucking I was get-
ting, but in its own way, it felt ever so good!
Finally, Dan snapped bolt upright with his whole body. His strong
hands pulled my hips back toward him quickly, burying the full length
of his incredibly hard and thick cock all the way into my ass. He gave
out a loud, guttural, "Ohhh!," and I felt his cock throb once deep in-
side of me, shooting a hot load of semen into my bowels. He held that
position for a moment, and surprisingly, I felt his cock throb a second
time. Then he let out a long sigh, slid his cock out of my ass, and
lay on his back on the bed. I collapsed on my side next to him, and we
just lay there. The tiny trickle of semen that I could feel at my ass
told me that this call-girl had completed her work for this evening.
After a few minutes of lying there with my eyes closed, I felt Dan get
up. I opened my eyes for a second to see him heading for the bathroom
to clean up. My ass burned a little from the fucking it had just got-
ten, but that was part of the job. It was not a bad job either. Dan
might not be the sort of lover that I would prefer to go to bed with,
but he was not a bad lover, and he did take me to nice places before we
went to bed. Being a call-girl was not all that bad.
Dan was only in the bathroom for a little while, and then it was my
turn. I got out of bed as he came out, and saw that his unflagging
cock had finally gone soft. It did not shrink back like other men's
cocks do, but remained at its full length just hanging down in front of
him. We kissed each other affectionately as we passed, and I reached
down to give his cock a playful squeeze. Dan returned the favor with
his own playful squeeze to my little penis. I had not yet put it back
in its tuck. I rectified that after I had cleaned up in the bathroom,
and returned to him with only the pubic hair of my "pussy" showing at
my crotch.
Dan had put on a pair of white pyjamas with blue stripes, and was lying
in the bed. "Lay by me for a few minutes before you go?," he asked. I
did not refuse, and he took me in his arms for a kiss. "I like you,
Bobbi," he said sincerely. "I hope you won't mind if I ask Helen to
set up more dates for us the next time I come to New York. We'll have
fun." I told him that I would not mind at all, and he kissed me again.
A few seconds later he said, "Good night, Bobbi," rolled with his back
to me, and went off to sleep. Our date for that evening was officially
over.
I lay quietly on my back in the nude for a while until I was sure that
Dan was asleep. Then I got up, and dressed as silently as I could.
This was all part of my instructions from Helen about Dan. He might
like to cheat on his wife with a call-girl or two when he traveled, but
he was actually very religious in other ways. Tomorrow was Sunday, and
he would go to Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral as he always did in New
York City. It would not be proper to wake up with any sort of prostit-
ute before Mass, so I had to leave now. I did not mind.
It only took me about ten minutes to dress, and I was ready to go. I
took one last look at Dan sleeping in the bed, and remembered the en-
velope he had left for me on the nightstand. I put it in my purse. I
wanted to know what was inside, but that would have to wait. Silently,
I crossed the room, let myself out into the hall, and locked the door
behind me. There was a house phone in the hall by the elevators, so I
called the Bell Captain to ask him to tell William that I was ready to
leave. William had the limousine waiting at the hotel's front door
when I got there.
William held the door of the limousine for me to get in, and I noticed
that there was another girl getting the same service from the driver of
another limousine. She was dressed very flashy, and looked ready to go
out on some sort of date. She also glanced over to me, and gave me a
knowing smile. I smiled back. I guess I was not the only call-girl
working at the New York Hilton that night. This same scene was prob-
ably being played out at lots of hotels all over town.
I settled back into the seat in the limousine for the ride home. It
was almost two o'clock in the morning, and the streets were filled with
their usual throng of Manhattanites, wending their way home after a
typical Saturday night of merrymaking. The streets of New York City
never really get quiet. I opened my purse, and took out the envelope
that Dan had given me. Inside was a typewritten note that read, "Thank
you for a wonderful evening. I hope we can do it again soon." The
note was not signed. I guess Dan did not want to leave anything around
that might be traced to him. Along with the note were two brand-new
twenty-dollar bills, and a brand-new ten. Dan had given me a fifty-
dollar tip. Helen said that the girls usually got a twenty-dollar tip,
so he must have liked me a lot. "Did you have a nice evening, Miss
Bobbi?," said William through the intercom. "Yes, William," I replied.
"I had a very nice evening indeed."
William waited in the limousine by the curb until I was safely inside
my apartment building since Thomas, the doorman, had gone off-duty by
the time we got there. The apartment was also dead quiet when I went
in. Edith and Sarah had gone to bed hours ago. I went straight to my
room, and changed into a pink lace baby-doll nightie. Snuggling down
under the covers, I thought about tonight, and the thoughts were very
good. Being a call-girl was fun. I had also made almost one-hundred
fifty dollars that night on just one date. That was better than I had
ever done turning a whole night of tricks at "The Gilded Grape." The
only problem was that I could not do it every night. I needed a steady
job as well, and I would have to find one this week.
That, however, was a problem for another time. Tomorrow might be Sun-
day, but Edith and Sarah were early risers anyway. I would probably
not be able to sleep later than ten o'clock, but then, Edith's break-
fasts were worth getting up for. I drifted off to sleep, thinking of
how good this evening had been. This call-girl was no longer on call
tonight.
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