Cockgirl courtesan

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Corrin hide a secret between her legs, instead of a lovely pussy she had a cock, which from what she'd seen in porn was below average in size. She was also a high class specialty courtesan. Men, women, couples, she catered to those that loved the look of a beautiful woman, and the feel of a hard cock.

She was between assignments at the moment, and glancing through the offers for her services.

((any particular story line/plot hook for this?))

"Miranda," she spoke the name outloud, imagining moaning it. She sounded sweet, and with a smile, feeling a tingle of delight as she sent a confirmation response.

Miranda,

I'm very interested in meeting you, I will be waiting for you in the hotel bar. Wear something red.

Corrin

Miranda is Intruiged

Miranda was in her mid 30s and in a long term relationship. She was also bi-sexual, though that side of her sexuality only emerged after talking to her partner about a three some.

But she wanted her first gay experience to be alone, one to one..

That was almost ten years ago. As a result of reading various stories, Miranda had an intrigue about being with a shemale, some one with breasts and a cock, some one who she could fuck with a strap on possibly, but also who could fuck her...

She would be in a large city in a couple of weeks time, and so she was browsing the city's offerings on various escort websites, and soon she saw Corrin's...

Hi Corrin

About me: I am a 34 year old bi sexual female intrigued by having sex with a shemale, a person with breasts and a cock. I am 5'2 tall brown eyes and brown hair...


My Fantasy: I am intriguing by the idea of an anonymous encounter, and when we get to the bedroom I discover something more...

I will be at a conference in a couple of weeks time, would you be interested in spending a few hours with me?

Yours; curiously

Miranda

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The apprehension Builds...

Miranda and Corrin made several emails to confirm the booking arrangements, and even spoke on the phone. Miranda had agreed to spend up to an hour in the bar before retiring to her room with her ‘escort’ her date. They had agreed to spend a further two hours on ‘intimate’ time…

Miranda’s heart missed a beat as she confirmed the booking over the phone and put the phone down.

Miranda was quite surprised as to how feminine Corrin sounded on the phone, and spend the next couple of weeks nervously anticipating. Fortunately the conference was busy, and she almost forgot what she had planned on the final evening, having booked into another hotel for one night; in case anyone was staying in the venue hotel before travelling home on the Friday….

That Thursday morning, as agreed, Miranda sought some own time and opened up her I-phone and searched for Corrin in the directory…

“Hello is that you Corrin, it’s me, Miranda?”

“Oh Hi Miranda, yes I remember!” a sound of delight in her voice which both shocked and intrigued Miranda.

“You asked me to call you this morning to confirm that we are still on for tonight, at the bar at around 7pm?”

“Yes of course, and please don’t forget to wear something red…”

“Well I’ll be in a red pencil skirt and light cream blouse..”

“Perfect I see you later” and Corrin hung up…


Suddenly though she was in the hotel room where she was going to have a Shemale, and to pay for the privilege! Quickly Miranda unpacked her items for the evening, she decided she didn’t need much, and soon her polished knee high black boots, her just below the knee red pencil skirt, her blouse were hanging up allowing any creases to flal out.

Miranda was shocked at the whole thing. Why was she paying for sex? She was not unattractive, regularly receiving double glances, specifically from the males, but also from females, having been bi-sexual since her early 20s.

For Miranda this was an entirely new ball game, being with an escort, paying for sex and a Shemale….

4pm…

“What the fuck” she muttered to herself as she changed through the channels on the TV nervously, as time suddenly stopped. Again for the umpteenth time, she reached for the white manila envelope with Corrin hand written on the front and counted the money inside…

Corrin spent the day in relaxation and pampering, getting a mani/pedi opting for a metallic black polish. She was excited talking to Miranda, first timers were such fun, and if she had the fun she thought she'd be having she would either reduce her fee, offer her a future discount, and/or offer additional time this evening without charge.

Three hours was ample time, and she was use her time wisely. She enjoyed preparing, applying baby oil to her smooth cock and balls, it would give it an extra sheen tonight. By the time Miranda might want to kiss it, the oil would be absorbed into her skin. She used a simple lotion on the rest of her body, taking the time to put dangling earrings, and a black sparkly choker. She wanted to look good for her client, picking out a simple black dress with a deep v neck and no back, allowing her dark hair to tumble over her skin.

She arrived at the bar a few minutes early, finding a spot at the bar, enjoying the jaw dropping looks. Corrin smiled at the bartender, and told him she was waiting for a friend. Which was basically code for, hey keep the jerks away, I'm here to meet my lover.

She loved bar tenders, and she tipped generously. She ordered an appletini, and felt a dozen pairs of eyes watch her as she sat down, her legs crossing, exposing a stretch of skin through a side slit.

Soon, the time was upon Miranda to get ready. Not much of a drinker, she poured her self a Gin & Tonic, taking the slice of lemon and adding it to the glass, and squeezing the fresh juice, before dropping the lemon into the glass. Slowly the gin was added, before the two ice cubes, and finally the chilled tonic water..

"ahhh" she smiled as she took a sip..

Miranda quickly showered, before drying her hair with the hair drer, taking her time, sipping the G&T. Finally her hair as dry as it will get, Miranda applied her gloss red lip stick her Channel perfume, and a subtle application of make up. Finally she changed into her black Basque, and matching thong, the suspender straps reaching down to her lace top black stockings.

With her cream sheer silk blouse and red pencil skirt, she sat down reaching for her favorite boots of the moment, knee high and black with a lovely stilleto heel.

Nervously, Miranda grabbed her bag, and with a deep breath left he security of her room, and walked to the lift and the bar. She jumped softly as the doors opened on the ground floor, and, full of apprehension she entered the bar and looked around. She was early but in case Corrin was already around, she glanced..

Suddenly she saw her. The person had such a likeliness to the photos on the website, it had to be her. Suddenly they made eye contact and smiled as Miranda walked over to join her at the bar.

Corrin winked at Miranda, who was just as lovely as she had thought she would be. She sensed the bar tenders reaction as she allowed Miranda to take the empty seat beside her.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Corrin could feel the bar tender hovering, and recrossed her legs, such that anyone watching pretty much got an instant hard on from seeing the two lovely women cozy up at the bar. Corrin casually tucked a strand of Miranda's hair behind her ear, letting her fingers down her lovely client's neck.

"Or perhaps you'd like to get a table now?" Corrin had turned her body to face Miranda, letting her take in the view. Her hand casually moving up to 'adjust' her choker, drawing the eye to her pal perfect skin, and lovely expanse of cleavage.

Miranda smiled, very much aware that the bar attender was watching them, her eyes drawn into Corrin;s neck as she adjusted her choker.

"I have a Gin and Tonic please..." turning to the bar attender and stating her order.

"I'm happy to stay att he bar" Miranda softly pushing out her breasts, causing the sheer blouse to tighten against her body, revealing her black Basque more to tease the bar attendant rather than for Corrin...

Miranda watched him pour her drink and enjoyed her first sip, the cool tangy sharp taste sending a little shiver...

Corrin enjoyed the view, and more enjoyed that Miranda seemed bold, not afraid of her desires. This was looking like a fun evening indeed as she sipped her own drink. Knowing every straight man was watching and wondering, it was all part of the game.

Corrin and Miranda chatted seductively, Corrin noticing the bartender's erection he was trying to hide. She touched Miranda whenever she could, flirting, and being flirted with, playful and coy. Corrin's panties were working to keep her cock wedged between her legs, and she recrossed her legs more and more often, trying to find the most comfortable position.

Miranda returned Corrin's flirtations, the odd touch, the odd look, and the odd glance...

Another drink was offered by Miranda, and the two had fun softly teasing the bartender, and the obvious bulge in his tight trousers as she served.

Miranda's nerves had eased as the alcohol was consumed, mixed with the anticipation over, the date had started, and she looked good in the flesh. She briefly glanced at her crutch and shuddered as she knew what was under there even if the bar tender didn't...

As Miranda offered to pay for the second round, she beckoned the bar tender closer and whispered in his ear,

" A secondary glance is very complimentary, but any more is rude..." Miranda smiled as she paused before continuing.. "I think your ego is writing cheques your body can not clear!"

With that, she took her drink, and openly infront of the bar placed her leg on Corrin's footrest, making it clear that they were a date, an item!

Corrin liked bold, and Miranda was certainly feeling bold. She leaned in as if to whisper something in Miranda's ear, and instead placed a kiss on the pulse point of her neck. Letting her fingers run softly along Miranda's leg. Then she did whisper, "So do I detect an exhibitionistic streak?" her voice low and soft directly into Miranda's ear.

Miranda smiled as Corrin whispered in her ear, before turning to Corrin and replied..

"Any one who hires an escort must have some form of exhibitionistic streak, surly? But yes tonight I am feeling rather, well rather reckless.. guess I want to do things normally out of character for me,,; in for a penny, in for a pound?"

Miranda smiled as she looked at Corrin, sipping her drink

Miranda smiled and nodded as their eyes met...

"Sometimes yes... Guess especially when I am alone with strangers, no hang ups, no one to judge me other than total strangers in the night....." Miranda moved her hand onto Corrin's thigh where the skirt finished and softly caressed her thigh gazing into her crutch, wondering if her cock was hard, erect....

Miranda's hand returned to her wine glass slowly stroking the stem, softly yet with a firm movement, most people would have not noticed her actions, but both Corrin, and the bar tender realised she was stroking the stem of the glass as if it were a n erect cock before taking a sip , and then a gulp, finishing her glass

"Shall we go for a walk Corrin?"

Corrin glanced at her, the bar tender and back to Miranda as she nodded and finishing her glass, they stood up and turned to leave, Miranda looking at the bar tender over her shoulder as she squeezed Corrin's hand and winked at him!

They left the bar area, and Miranda headed straight for the lifts and pressed the ascend button, calling for a lift... Soon they were inside alone in the lip, as Miranda turned to kiss Corrin softly, her hand moving in an attempt to cup the bulge in her skirt but the material wouldn't allow it..


As the lift reached the seventh floor, the doors opened, and the two left the lift in silence as Miranda took the card from her shoulder bag and inserted it into the door allowing Corrin to enter first. As the card was inserted into the card's light switch position, the room lit up with a white envelope on the side simply written on the front "Corrin". Inside was the agreed fee in cash...