I traveled for ten years for my job covering the entire United States and Canada. I had a very decent budget, I stayed at upper-level hotels and nice restaurants. There are many different stories during my travels but this is certainly one of the most interesting and fun experiences.
I was in Saint Louis for a three-night trip. I stayed at a hotel near downtown that was private and exclusive to the point that when you blew into town they picked you up in a Rolls Royce.
It was late getting in so I went to my room took a hot shower and just in my jockey shorts. Reading some erotic stories from Lush, I was slowly stroking my cock, I knew a good orgasm would help me sleep.
I heard a female voice in the hall, “Please help me! Help!”
As I was only a few minutes from shooting into the towel I had brought to bed with me, I decided to ignore the outside noise. I had put the do not disturb sign on my door. Just then I heard another scream and pounding on my door.
I jumped up pulled up my jockey’s shoved my hard-as-a-nail cock into the shorts and looked through the keyhole in the door. Another pounding and I threw open the door and was pushed aside by a woman, she rushed into the room and slammed the door.
It was my turn to holler, “What the fuck!”
Standing there was a lovely brunette with her blouse ripped and her cheek swollen. She grabbed me and said breathlessly, “Please help don’t let them in!”
I said, “Ok, just breathe.”
I looked down at my still-swollen cock, two inches were sticking out above my underwear. I grabbed my pants from the back of the desk and pulled them up.
I looked at the girl who by now had sat on the edge of my bed and she started laughing. So from a panic getting in the door to thirty seconds later, she was amused by my performance and my embarrassing situation.
She stood up grabbed an open bottle of bourbon that I had sat on the table, poured two glasses looked at me still giggling said, “Do you mind?”
Now at least covered below the waist, I sat in the chair facing her and said, “I guess I should call the cops?”
She said, “Hell no,” then proceeded to tell me she had been in the bar downstairs and met a guy after a few drinks, and decided to go up to his room. Upon going into his room and starting to get undressed, the door between the adjoining room opened and another man came it.
The first guy grabbed my blouse and ripped it, and the other guy grabbed me and tried to pull down my skirt.
I ran out the door with them both following and started screaming. They then disappeared back into their room and shut the door.
I saw your sign so figured someone was there. So now you know what happened and why the cops are not an option.
“What, are you a prostitute?”
She looked at me and took another drink of bourbon and smiled.
What the heck, she was like the sweet girl next door, beautiful body, and nicely dressed except for the tear on her blouse.
The next thing she said was, “Can I offer you something?”
My cell phone rang and it was my wife, I made a message for the prostitute to be quiet and answered the phone.
While I was talking to my wife the girl stood up from the bed pouring another drink came over got on her knees and grabbed my pants which I had never had time to zip up. She yanked and my pants and underwear both were jerked down.
I was still talking as she grabbed my now normal-sized penis and started to lick her mouth and tongue on the end making me gasp and grow. Fuck, on the phone with my wife, and having this sexy woman sucking on the end of my dick, I could hardly talk as she looked up at me and smiled.
I said to my wife that I had to go and quickly hung up. By this time I was back to a raging hard-on and was watching this beautiful prostitute bringing me to a point where I knew I would not last. She continued to suck the end of my dick at the same time stroking the length with her hand. My stomach cramped and I shot the first of my sperm into her mouth. Rather than pulling out, she clamped down and sucked me dry.
“Now I feel better,” she said, “since you saved my sweet ass from those two assholes.”
She put her arms around me and gave me a wet deep kiss, I kissed her back still tasting my eruption in her mouth. I took off her torn blouse and zipped her skirt, unhooked her bra, and pulled down her panties. Picked her up and fell with her onto the bed. My finger stroked her slit, amazed to feel it was soaking wet. She moaned and said, “Eat my pussy, I need you to give me pleasure.”
I scooted down, spread her vagina, and sipped the delicious wetness coming from her center. Licking and nibbling took about ten minutes before my mouth was drowned and she orgasmed. I moved up, we snuggled together, and the next thing she was asleep.
Morning came and she was still naked in my bed with her arms around me and one leg over me. My mind was marvelling at the events of last night.
I slipped out from under her, went into the bathroom, did my business, and got into the shower. The door opened she came in still naked, sat on the toilet, peed got up, and came into the shower with me.
“Morning; by the way, I am Christy, what’s your name?” she said.
Grabbing the bar of soap dye proceeded to start washing my body starting with my dick. She fished washing me handed me the bar of soap and pointed at her breasts. I made sure she was thoroughly washed, put my arms around her, and kissed her deeply. We got out of the shower dried each other, went back into the room, and called for room service.
We got dressed, she in her underwear and bra, as her blouse was badly torn. I gave her an extra one of my shirts.
Afterward, I called a cab went and rented a car, and took her home.
