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Bobbi's Story 6 One, Two, Three, Kick!
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but growing, breasts through the padding of my bra. He did not
seem disappointed 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 fondled 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 wanted, so I opened my legs to allow him
access to my crotch. His hand immediately slipped between my legs,
and started probing the silky material 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 lobby 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 petting 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 playing 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 covered 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
springiness 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 between his legs to grow even more. I could hardly wait to
have it planted 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
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to the hotel now." "Very good, sir," replied William.
Dan and I adjusted ourselves and our clothes back to pre-
sentablity 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 woman. 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
supposed 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 almost 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 asleep, 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.
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"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 little 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
comfortable 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 against 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
playfully 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 anymore 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
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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 rolled 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, realize 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
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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 wanted 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 tumbled 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 hurting 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
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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 unfortunate 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 hor-
mones 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 clamped 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
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all evening, and only the bend it was forced into by being tucked
back between 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 wanted 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 attention 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
sexual 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 between 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
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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 filled 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
second 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 appeared to be in a perpetual state of iron-hard erection, his
balls needed 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
little 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 spittle 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 lubrication 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 twisted 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
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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 coated with the small amount of natural lubricant that is
found there, and the easier it went. My anal opening also relaxed,
and spread to accommodate 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 ecstasy 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 getting, 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 inside 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 gotten, 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
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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 prostitute 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 envelope 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 probably 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
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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 Sunday, 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
breakfasts 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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