Personal Services.

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George Kelly, 35 years old, dark brown hair, 5'11"
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It was about 8.30 when I returned to the hotel. It was the end of another hard gruelling day at the overseas office in London and I was away from my home and family back in Dublin.

I opened the door to my room and just flopped onto the double bed exausted. I must have fallen asleep for atleast forty minutes before waking up and discovering once again that I was all alone.

Just 30 minutes before my evening phone call home to Kate and the kids. I can't phone too early, as Kate thinks there is something wrong if I don't do it on time. She was a bit of a perfectionist was my Kate. A good wife and mother too. I loved and missed them all.

I decided to take a quick shower to help me relax. There was enough scotch whiskey left on the drinks trolley I ordered the night before with plenty of soda to mix, so there seemed to be no harm at all in getting a little tipsy to break up my boredom. Maybe watch tv before I close for the night.

I took my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and poured a drink. I thought of my Kate and the fantastic sex we always had. We could make love like a fully tuned orchestra makes good music. My thoughts were having an affect on my old man and I tried to get them out of my mind.

Nearly time to call. I noticed a calling card had lodged underneath the phone and pulled it clear to read. Opus Personal Services, the card stated. No doubt a card that had been left here for the last customer. I read its details and what it was offering.

Prostitution. A call girl service direct to your hotel room. Now that sounded a little out of my depth and something I never thought about doing. But then, I thought again and wondered. My colleagues have confessed to using such services before.

I spent a good half hour mulling it over in my head. Infact, I was even making myself horny just thinking about it. What harm would a bit of fun do? Kate, God bless her would never have to know about it.

I was late making my call, but I apologised to her and we chatted for a while about the day we both had seperately. Listening to her just made me feel both melancholly and happy. I said goodnight and then looked at the calling card once more.

After a few moments of hesitation I decided to call Opus.

I gave the lady my details, who I was and where I was staying. She asked what type of service I was looking for and I thought of Kate and gave her the descriptions. I had booked a call girl and she was on her way.

Too late now. It was done. No matter if I changed my mind or not, I gave my account details to be credited and I would have to pay either way.

I waited. Waited for that knock on my door.
 
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Susan Hall, 22 years old, blonde hair 5'1", hazel eyes.
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It was 10pm when my mobile phone rang waking me from a nap that I was taking while soaking in the bath. It was the office telling me that I had a client and would I be free to deal with them.

I was free for the rest of the night and took all of the details that I needed. It was just a case of making myself presentable and calling a cab. Another hotel client was waiting and I was feeling ready to oblige.

I put on my make-up, dried my hair so that it was straight and then tied it up as instructed. Black underwear and black thigh highs were the order of the day and to contrast I put on my blue silky dress that dropped just below the tops of my stockings and exposed enough of my uplifted clevage. If the client was in the hotel then he was expecting the usual high classy "tart" that they seemed to demand.

I checked myself in the mirror and made final adjustments to my make-up. I was ready to deliver the goods and ordered my cab.

Within the hour I was at the hotel. The reception knew who I was and it was an agreement that Opus had with the staff to allow us to go about our duty as long as we tipped the head of security 10 percent.

Room 261 was waiting and I took the elevator to the designated floor escorted by the bell boy, who seemed to be more hungry for me than I assumed the client to be. I stared at him and made him blush. I was not on his menu tonight that was for sure.

I made my way to the room. Just outside there was a mirror and I made a final check of myself before I knocked on the door.
 
George.

I waited for what seemed ages. I looked at my watch and it was a quarter to mid-night. Surely they were sending me someone?

I poured my fourth whiskey and soda when I heard a knock at the door. I suppose if I had not have been on my fourth drink, then I most probably would have had second thoughts, but I was ready. I had been thinking about it in my head and got used to the idea of some harmless fun.

My hand slowly turned the handle and I opened the door.....

My gawd!.....she was so beautiful. I stood and stared in absolute amazement before asking her in. What must I have looked like with just a towel around my waist.
 
Susan.


He opened the door. Not exactly what I was expecting. He was younger for a start and quite a good looking guy. I smiled and waited to be invited in, but he just looked at me draped in his towel that hid his vital equipment.

He eventually snapped out of his astonished gaze and asked me in. I looked around to make sure that he was alone. Sometimes you have to expect being invited to a gang-bang situation, but everything seemed Ok.

"Can I take your coat?" he asked. I liked his accent. He was Irish and I loved that brogue they spoke. It was both sexy and gentle in its own kind of way. He lifted my coat from my shoulders and hung it neatly on a hanger on the bathroom door and once again his eyes just took in everything they could about me.
 
George.

This woman was sent from heaven. She was nothing like my Kate but in my eyes her beauty was in comparison by far. My nostrils played the scent of her delicious perfume and I offered her a drink.

"No thank you" she replied with a smile that made me quiver inside. "My name is Susan. You must be George I take it?" Her english accent was perfect, a real princess in my honest opinion and already my old man was begining to respond beneath the towel at the erotic thoughts I was having about her. That body, so petite, so eatable. She was no doubt my living fantasy.

"Yes, nice to meet you Susan" I held out my hand to hers and felt those tender yet slender fingers in mine. I lifted them to my lips and gently kissed them. The scent of soap was even more delicious upon them. (Oh Kate forgive me for what I am about to do!)
 
Susan.


I loved the way he kissed my hand. He was so sweet and he was begining to make me feel sort of special. Maybe tonight is my lucky night and maybe tonight I get to really enjoy what I do for once instead of virtually lying back and thinking of england while they do the business.

"Please, make yourself at home." he said. I sat on his bed and crossed my legs and exposed enough thigh and stocking to raise the Titanic never mind a normal healthy cock, which I hoped he had beneath that towel and equally I hoped he knew how to use it.

"Ok, so you want me to take of my clothes or...." I began to ask the obvious question to get things moving, but he raised his finger and smiled.

"No. I don't think we should rush things." he replied.

Oh no!...he wasn't going to be one of those that just wanted to talk was he?
 
George.

Here was my fantasy before me. Oh those thighs just knocked me out. I could feel my old man rising faster and faster under my towel. I had to make the most of this. Take what was being offered to me and what I was paying for by the horns and relish every moment that I had.

Strip? Oh no I wanted that pleasure all to myself. I wanted to peel her like a sweet orange and taste the zest of her that oozed from every single pore on her body.

I sat beside her and she looked at me, with that smile of hers. I reached out with both hands and held her face and I could feel her yielding to me. "Let me kiss you." I said. Her lips closed up to mine without hesitation and we locked into a passionate exchange of tongues. The taste of those sweet lips was heaven and my old man now stood to its full attention beneath the towel.

Her hand touched it and our lips parted. "Mmmmmm...I see you are feeling quite excited George." she said. "I like it. Can I take a closer look?"

(Oh Mother Mary and Kate, forgive me even more for I am about to sin!) "Oh yes, please do, please do."
 
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Susan


This guy was really up for it it seemed. That kiss was so adorable and when my hand drifted gently to his groin I knew he was pleased that I came. He must have been 10 inches or so just by the feel of it under the towel.

It was obvious he wanted me to work on it first, but then I had to be very careful and skill was required. Sometimes they tend to go off on their own when you least expect it and then its all over with or they like to take a coffee break which lasts for hours sometimes.

I was determined that tonight my mission here was not just to de-spunk this guy. I wanted him, because up to now he was a really good catch. I wanted to enjoy having wild or gentle sex with him and I was willing to stay for as long as it lasted and lasted.

I was horny too. So horny I needed to make myself comfortable and get into the stride as quickly as possible.

I eased open the towel as he lay back and watched. It was huge! So thick and so long. It's head was so smooth and purple. The veins were bulging everywhere and I could feel it pulsing in my fingers as I gripped it gently. I wanted to eat him so much, but then I had to make sure he lasted until I could take pleasure on working on him for my own satisfaction.
 
George

It was no good! I had to stop her before I got far too excited. I needed to strip her completely naked for this whole thing to work for me. I sat up and began to hike up her dress and pulled it over her head. Then I had to free those gorgious looking tits from their restraints and unclipped her bra, pulling it free from her along her slender arms.

Oh what breasts! I was taken back by their firmness, there smooth skin and those nipples so hard and so biteable. But of course the best was yet to come. The holiest of holies.

Susan stood and rolled down her thong slowly, the gusset stuck between the crease of her lips for a while as she pulled at it which only meant one thing to me. She was wet and so damp that I just wanted to taste her sweet nectar on my tongue. She removed the thong and held it out to me. I moved my face closer to them and detected the scent of her pussy and then she pulled it away playfully.

I put my hands on her fabulous hips and pulled her gently towards me. Kissed her navel and looked up at those firm sweet breasts and the smile upon her face beyond them which made me feel so...so.....so fucking horny!
 
Susan.


Oh Yesssss!....now things were cooking! Now we were both naked and he was rearing to go. I looked down at him and I knew what he wanted. His eyes looked up at me as his tongue swirled around my navel. I held my thong in my hand and placed it on his head, covering his face with the gusset. Here goes!

This part they like the most believe me. He stopped what he was doing for a few seconds to savour the thong and then I felt him squeeze me into him, his tongue running south towards the bush and beyond. I liked it too!

I opened my thighs, raised one leg onto the bed beside him and felt his tongue darting in and out of my lips. Oooooh yes...now that is nice!.....and then he finds that spot that goes beyond saying is a great feeling I adore. Kissing the clit. And oh, could he kiss that clit!

I held his head gently in place riding on his tongue as he worked so hard to suck up my juices and I was in heaven and climbing just that little bit further until I started to scream out for more. Oh now keep it going George.....I need this just a little bit longer...oooooh yesssss!............
 
George

That was it! I had to go there!

I pulled her close to me and held her so tight. I kissed her navel and then down into those scanty pubic hairs finding my way into those tasty lips and parting them with my tongue to delv even deeper until her juices were all over my lips and nose. I could not get enough of her.

She liked what I was doing because she held my head in place and opened herself up wider to make it easy for me to suck on her swollen little clit. The juices just oozed over my lips and then I heard her moan and lament those magic words.........

"Fuck...yes oh yess...fuck me....let me feel you fuck me with your mouth..."

That was it! I had to keep it going until she could take no more.
But then she moaned even louder still and shuddered. A momentary silence and.......I was drowning in a gush of warm sweet but tangy juice that flowed from her luscious pussy.

My hair was being pulled and my head was swaying from side to side by her grip. She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, but I was definitely loosing my hair by the handful. (Kate, Oh Kate wait till I get home!)
 
Susan


George had given me the best orgasm in a long time. No kidding!...No faking!......

I eased him back onto the bed slowly while we kissed passionately. He massaged my breasts gently as I straddled across him, feeling his hard cock rubbing against my navel. Then I sat up and looked down at him holding his hard-on in my hand.
It was oozing pre-cum as I played with it inbetween my fingers.

"Are you ready yet George?" I asked. He grunted something and nodded his reply. I wiggled myself into position and let him slowly slip into me. I could feel it, entering my love tube and hitting those most sensative spots, and using him like a dildo, I rode him gently....mmmmmmmmmm.
 
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George.

She straddled across me and gently played with my throbbing old man with her fingers. I watched her lick my pre-cum from her fingers and then she slipped me gently inside her welcoming pussy slowly, riding it and playing with it as if she was using it as a dildo.

Then she leaned forwards and kissed me. There was passion in her eyes! - Surely they had sent me one of heavens most gracious of angels. Infact, I was in heaven!

Those lips, those eyes and those tits! - I had surely died and I was playing with one of the angels.

She began to move a little faster, those firm smooth breasts just stroking against my chest, each hardened nipple brushing slightly against me as she stroked me in and out, in and out. I could feel my charge just building up in my balls waiting to fire a volley of rounds into her......then she whispers gently in my ear; "Don't cum, I'm not finished with you yet..."

Now, when someone whispers that in your ear at the height of passion, it tends to have the opposite effect. I replied with a gutteral elongated moan and shuddered. She looked at me with those dark sexy eyes and that was it. POW! POW! POW! three loads atleast. It was HEAVEN feeling that release inside of her.
 

I wanted him to last longer, but he came in gallons! I could feel it just pumping into me as he stiffened, a volley of warm popping sensations hitting me deep inside. I slowed down my rhythm to ease his orgasm and stretch it out a little and then I felt his cock soften inside of me.

He hugged me close and we kissed passionately. "Oh Kate, you are so wonderful!" he cried. I gently touched his face and smiled. Obviously George was happily married and this was some away-from-home-relief. All the same, It did not matter what name he called me. For that moment I was with him, I was Kate, or anyone that he may have loved. It was my job and it paid. And no doubt I had another satisfied customer who needed my.........


Personal Services

THE END.

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Well done!

Nice one you two. Really hot thread and well done Tony :)

:kiss: :heart: to you both.


-J :heart:
 
Thanx Julianna........ :heart: :kiss: :heart:

Come and play sometime..;)

:heart: Sie :heart:
 
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updated..... 18th August 2003


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