Bad luck had befallen my husband and me. The slowing economy had resulted in both of us losing our jobs. An outsized mortgage, car payments, credit cards, student loans, etc. were sinking us quickly. Decent paying jobs were hard to come by and we were now at risk of default and foreclosure. Our options were few.
“We might lose the house,” my husband lamented.
“We’ll think of something,” I reassured him.
We remained silent for some minutes, thinking. I got an idea.
“I know! I’ll hire myself out for escort services.”
“Escort services? What do you mean?”
“When a man needs a woman to accompany him to an event I would go as his companion.”
My idea rankled him. “Ha! Who would hire you?”
“Lots of men would.”
I stand a bit over one hundred and seventy-two centimeters tall. I’m slim with long blonde hair. I’m blessed with a nice face, long legs, and I am generously endowed. I have been told more than once that I should model.
“A gentleman would gladly pay to have a pretty woman on his arm in front of his associates.”
“I forbid it.”
“Do you have any other ideas?”
He remained silent.
“Neither do I. It’s worth a try.”
“I don’t like it,” he said glumly.
I sat next to him and hugged him for reassurance. “Nobody is going to touch me. It’s strictly hands-off. When the evening is over, I come straight home to you.”
He still didn’t like the idea, but I placed my personal advertisement anyway. It read:
Do you need a female escort for your next event?
Slim, attractive woman, twenty-something,
available for escort services only.
Discretion a must.
Call 555-0110.
My phone soon rang. It was a gentleman who would be attending the wedding of a business associate’s daughter. He was single and had no girlfriend. We exchanged photos by email and negotiated a price.
The day of the wedding, I got my hair and nails done and put on my best dress and jewelry. My husband made sure I wore my rings. I was to meet my client in a nearby hotel lobby and we would be driven by limousine to the wedding venue. I drove to the hotel and parked. I slipped my rings into my purse and entered the lobby. Some men turned and stared. Some women did, too.
I spotted him immediately. He sat comfortably on a leather couch, legs crossed. He exuded confidence. He smiled at me and stood.
“Ms. Murphy.”
“Yes. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Adams.”
He offered a warm handshake. “Likewise, Ms. Murphy. Please sit.”
It was obvious that Mr. Adams was a cultured gentleman. His vocabulary was erudite and his manners were impeccable. He stood over six feet tall. He wore a tuxedo and I got the impression that he was used to wearing one. He was twenty years my senior.
We sat and discussed our upcoming evening. “I will introduce you as my acquaintance,” he explained. “For appearances, we will have to display some affection, but it must be tasteful. I will have to hold your hand occasionally and we will slow dance together. I expect our evening will last four hours, after which we will take our leave. We will limousine back to the hotel where we will end our evening. Any questions?”
“Yes. What is your first name, Mr. Adams?”
“Oh, of course. It’s Paul.”
“Mine is Ellen.”
“Ellen Murphy. A beautiful name.”
“Thank you, Paul.” We smiled.
We got in the back of the limousine and Paul slipped me five crisp one hundred dollar bills.
The wedding was a posh affair attended by upper-class people. I stayed by Paul’s side the whole time. We portrayed ourselves as more than friends but in an understated manner. We held hands and slow danced. We made a fine-looking couple and people noticed us.
After four hours, Paul and I thanked our host for inviting us and bid the bride and groom farewell, congratulating them on their marriage. We got into the limousine and were whisked away.
“Thank you for accompanying me, Ellen.”
“Thank you for taking me.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did. Your friends are most hospitable.”
“They’re alright, I guess,” he joked. “I think I’ll keep them.”
“Can I show you where I live?” Paul asked.
I trusted Paul and enjoyed his company. I wouldn’t object to knowing more about him.
“Sure.”
Paul instructed the driver to change destinations. We arrived at the front of a large building in a fashionable neighborhood.
“Good evening, Mr. Adams,” the doorman said as he opened the entry door.
“Good evening, James,” Paul responded.
Paul lived in a luxurious condominium. His furniture was of thick wood and his carpets were wool. Canvases adorned the walls. Paul poured some wine and we sat on his leather sofa. Paul informed me that he was a corporate attorney and an amateur investor. Judging from the ambiance of his place, he was more than an amateur. Then came a pause in the conversation.
“Can I kiss you, Ellen?”
Paul was handsome and cultured. He had means. He kept company with affluent people. Paul was likable.
“I’d like that, Paul.”
Paul moved close and took me in his arms. We gently kissed. After a few minutes of cuddling and kissing, Paul rose and took my hand. He led me to his bedroom. I willingly followed.
Paul undressed me with the utmost care. I liked his touch and accommodated his efforts. I was soon naked. His eyes drank me in.
“You keep her shaved,” he observed. I had shaved that afternoon.
“I prefer her hairless.”
“She’s beautiful.”
I undressed Paul and we embraced in our nakedness. He sat me on the bed and squeezed my breasts together, giving each a kiss. From there he headed straight to my vagina.
Paul had a gentle touch there, too. He spent time tenderly kissing me, then eventually dragged his tongue between my lips. He knew his way around a pussy and easily brought me to orgasm. After lovingly tending to my post-orgasm vagina and sensitive clitoris, he came up, kissed my mouth deeply, and gently entered me.
We started in the missionary position. Paul then moved me to doggie position and gently scratched my ass and played with my hair as he entertained my vagina. We disengaged, and I had him lay on his back. As I was moving to mount him, he caught my ankle and spun me around into the sixty-nine position. We indulged each other until I slid up and reverse cowgirled. I leaned forward, holding his ankles, so he could ogle my ass as I rode his shaft. To continue the show, I disengaged and turned to cowgirl position. Paul’s erection lay flat on his stomach and I slid along it a few times. I then backed off.
“Hold him straight up for me,” I instructed.
Paul grabbed his erection and held it perpendicular. I took the head of his penis between my lips and slowly and sexily moved my hips, massaging him. I paused with him at my opening, looked him in the eye, and gently settled on him. I made Paul continue holding his erection skyward as I slowly rode him. He was enjoying the show. Continuing the spectacle, I drew my feet underneath me and quickened my pace, with my boobs bouncing for his entertainment. Once Paul’s orgasm began, I got back on my knees, moved his hands to my boobs, and pressed my full weight into him, keeping him fully engulfed while he emptied. I could tell it had been a while for Paul; his throbbing seemed interminable.
We hugged in the afterglow. After dressing, Paul drove me to the hotel where my car was parked.
“I know some people who may desire your services,” he informed me as he drove.
“I only intend to provide escort services.”
He tossed me an unbelieving glance. “They would pay well.”
I thought about our mortgage. “Provide them with my number. They can call on me.”
We arrived at the hotel parking lot. We parted with a kiss. Paul slipped me another five crisp one hundred dollar bills.
I slipped my rings on before entering the house.
“Where were you? Why are you so late?” my husband thundered as I came in.
“The wedding lasted longer than I thought it would.”
He was still furious, fuming over the thought of me escorting a man. “Never again. I won’t allow it.”
I took out the ten one hundred dollar bills. I counted out five of them and put them in his hand.
“A thousand dollars? What did you have to do for this?” he asked accusingly.
“Sit and look pretty all night.”
As he fingered the money his temper cooled.
“Don’t squander it,” I admonished. “We have bills to pay. And I don’t know when my next appointment will be,” I added, implying that I intended to do this again.
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My next appointment came the next weekend. During the week my phone had rung. It was an associate of Paul’s. Louis Collette chaired the board of directors at a renowned museum. On Saturday evening there was to be a banquet to dedicate a new exhibit. Mr. Collette needed an escort.
“You come highly recommended, Ms. Murphy. You made a fine impression on Paul.”
We exchanged photographs and set a price.
“I can have a limousine come and pick you up.”
“No, we’ll meet somewhere just before the banquet. Then we’ll ride to the museum together.” He agreed.
The banquet was a fine affair attended by well-to-do people. There were CEOs, a few debutantes, and a smattering of politicians who never missed an opportunity to mug for a camera. Mr. Collette’s business partner was also in attendance. William Frye was a tall, good-looking man. After the banquet, Mr. Collette invited us both back to his apartment.
These fellows were no Paul Adams. Paul was gentle and respectful, and he treated me like a queen. These guys wanted to use a girl like a plaything, and they did. They had me do everything you could imagine: taking turns with their cocks in my mouth; titty fucking me; putting me on my hands and knees with one behind me, the other pressing down my throat; cowboy; cowgirl; any position in which you can imagine two guys putting a girl, they put me in. They worked me over good. I made them both finish multiple times and at the end of our soiree, each of the men gave me a thousand dollars.
I came home with my rings back on. I couldn’t justify two thousand dollars to my husband for a simple banquet, so I hid a thousand and showed him only one thousand.
I put five hundred dollars in his hand. “One more weekend and we’ll have the mortgage paid.” My husband wanted to celebrate by making love. Three in one day is tough on a girl.
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Kathy Shea was a woman of means. An heiress and a product of the Ivy League, Kathy was a middle-aged woman of leisure. She called during the week.
“Paul Adams recommended you to me. He praised you as a refined escort.”
“I don’t escort women, Ms. Shea.”
“I’m not hiring you to escort me. I’m merely seeking the companionship of another woman.”
“What kind of companionship, Ms. Shea?”
“Afternoon tea, and then we could get to know each other better.” She hesitated. “I pay well, Ms. Murphy.”
I reluctantly agreed to meet her at her house.
Kathy Shea lived in an exclusive area of large houses with winding, leafy streets. Her house was cozy and professionally decorated. Expensively decorated, too. She welcomed me in and we sat and sipped tea.
“My friend Paul was right. You make an excellent impression, Ellen.”
Thank you, Ms. Shea.”
“Kathy,” she instructed.
“Kathy,” I repeated.
After our tea, Kathy gave me a tour of her lovely home, which ended in the master bedroom. A four-poster, king-size bed occupied the center of the large room. She bade me sit on the bed.
I declined. “Kathy, you’ve requested the wrong woman. I’ve never been with a woman and have no desire to be with one. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
Kathy ignored this rebuff and took out a thousand dollars.
“I find it detestable that women don’t receive the pay to which they’re entitled. Despite our body of laws prohibiting such an injustice, it continues to this day.”
We held each other’s gaze for a moment. She opened my purse, put the money inside, then snapped it shut. I sat.
“Now you just lay back and relax, young lady.”
I obeyed. Kathy sat down next to me and began running her fingers through my hair and caressing my face. She worked very slowly, respecting my innocence. It actually felt nice to have a woman pampering me like this. Kathy took her time, and after fifteen minutes of this intimate attention, Kathy kissed my lips. We spent some time in an intimate embrace sharing gentle kisses.
Kathy slowly pulled my dress down to expose my bra. I offered no resistance. I felt totally relaxed and was enjoying her touch. Still taking her time, she unclipped me and set me free.
“Such puffy nipples,” she said, gently pinching them.
Kathy fondled my breasts with the utmost delicacy. It was exhilarating to have them out and be given loving attention by a woman.
Kathy enjoyed my breasts at her leisure. She squeezed them and kissed them, then pulled my dress off and removed my pumps. She admired my expensive panties. I involuntarily lifted my ass up for her.
“I see you can’t wait, Ellen. Alright, I’ll remove your panties.” She gently pulled them off. “Good girl,” she added as she did.
I had never imagined myself with a woman. I was never aroused by a woman and had no wish for intimacy with one. Now here I was in Kathy’s bed enjoying her undressing me and, as it turned out, I couldn’t even wait for this pretty woman to pull my panties off. I lay before Kathy completely naked; she was fully clothed.
“What a beautiful vagina!” Kathy said as she ogled my shaved pussy. She rubbed it with the back of her hand and then sat between my legs. I spread wider to accommodate her.
Kathy spent an eternity toying with my vagina, gently tugging my lips, caressing them, running her thumb up my slit, exploring. She leaned her index finger on my opening, and then slowly penetrated me. It was so calming I was in a trance. I had never been treated so gently by my husband or any man, Paul Adams included.
“I’m going to kiss the pretty woman’s beautiful vagina,” she averred and lowered herself to give me the gentlest of kisses. She spent time kissing, toying, teasing, and entertaining me. I enjoyed her feminine touch immensely. When she was ready she took my clitoris out and admired it for some seconds.
“What a gorgeous clitoris,” she extolled, and then kissed it. It didn’t take long; I burst into orgasm, remaining in my throes for I can’t guess how long. Kathy kept her tongue inserted as I writhed.
Kathy massaged my vagina while I calmed, carefully avoiding my sensitive clitoris. I finally rose and we embraced with the warmest kisses.
Kathy didn’t demand equal treatment. Instead, she helped me dress and collect myself.
“Next week we’ll see what you’ve learned,” she said, hinting at what she expected from me at our next meeting. I couldn’t wait.
I went home a new woman. I kept the thousand dollars hidden from my husband. After all, why would Kathy Shea, a mere friend, give me one thousand dollars?
Days passed. I had seen Paul during the week but couldn’t stop thinking of Kathy. I had a nervous, tingling sensation all week thinking about what she would have me do. I wasn’t sure I could satisfy her.
My apprehension was for naught. Kathy booked me for an afternoon and we started our date with lunch, comprised of a Nicoise salad and lemon water. Kathy wanted to be squeaky clean for me and we bathed together in her large tub. After toweling off, we repaired to her bed. I mimicked the treatment she had given me the week before, stroking her hair and caressing her face. Kathy had nice breasts and I fondled them lovingly. I spent some time kissing them, then moved down to kiss her taut tummy.
“You keep an excellent figure, Kathy,” I complimented.
“My personal trainer puts me through the mill. He allows me no quarter.”
“He gets exceptional results.”
I worked further south, pausing at her mound, where I planted some kisses. Progressing, I arrived at Kathy’s vagina. Kathy was blessed with a beautiful vagina, which she had shaved as smooth as a baby. She emitted a mild scent and I gave some pecks to her labia majora. I moved several times to slide my tongue between her lips, but my courage was faltering. Kathy helped by pushing my face into her wetness.
Once past this self-inflicted apprehension, I was fine. I treated Kathy’s vagina with the respect and dignity which she had treated mine. I administered gentle kisses, tender licks, and lots of love. I turned my attention to Kathy’s swollen clitoris and brought her to a soaring orgasm. Just as she had done to me, I kept my tongue buried in her as I waited for her to calm. When she did, I slid up and straddled her and we kissed deeply.
“You’re a natural,” Kathy informed me. “For a first-timer, you gave me quite a thrill.”
“Thank you, Kathy. I’m glad my first time was with you.” We kissed.
Kathy put her hand on my ass and pulled me forward. “Now I want this pretty woman sitting on my face.”
I slid up and planted my vagina on her waiting mouth. I felt like a million dollars queening this handsome woman. I reached back and rubbed her smooth vagina as Kathy sated herself in my copious wetness. While I was at it, I gave her magnificent pussy a few love pats. It was enough to bring me to orgasm. Kathy was a real woman and kept her mouth locked onto my vagina while I shuddered in delight.
“Your orgasms are delicious, Ellen. I intend to indulge in your sweetness again.”
“Thank you, Kathy. And thank you for teaching me how to make love to a woman.” We kissed and dressed.
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Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan liked having company. In their bedroom. Mr. Sullivan had confided to me that his wife had a fetish. She liked watching Mr. Sullivan make love to another woman. I informed Mr. Sullivan that only he and I would participate in lovemaking; Mrs. Sullivan would have to be content to watch and not participate. That was the plan, anyway.
I came to learn that an aspect of Margaret Sullivan’s fetish was that she liked to have her pretty face in her husband’s perfidy. She enjoyed pulling him out of me and taking him in her mouth, then reinserting and repeating.
Margaret also loved giving my vagina oral attention while her husband was inside. She would lick my clitoris or push her tongue into me while her husband occupied me. In addition, she enjoyed the sixty-nine position. I’d be on top and her husband would enter me doggie style. Margaret would have a close-up view of our lovemaking and would kiss my vagina as her husband worked in and out of me.
As a woman, it bothered me that Margaret seemed to be on the short end of the stick. I always made sure she was satisfied by tickling her clitoris. This resulted in her hiring me for private sessions, where she revealed to me her other fetish: her desire to submit to a woman.
We’d role play with me as Mistress and Margaret as sub. She loved being queened and I always indulged her. What got the best results was when I’d order her to hold herself open for me to lightly spank her pussy. Sometimes we finished together.
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Meanwhile, Mr. Collette had gotten me a sinecure at the museum. This guise enabled me to innocuously represent my clients to my husband. Mr. Adams was portrayed as a curator at another museum. He’d call to ‘arrange an exchange of exhibits’. Kathy Shea was represented as a friend and our afternoon trysts needed no cover. Messrs. Collette and Frye were my superiors at the museum and our ‘meetings’ were to confer and plot strategy. The Sullivan’s dealt in fine arts and called on me for consultations.
I occasionally provide escort services for new clients, but these six constitute my core. Paul has become a semi-monthly regular. He gives me gifts of jewelry and cash. Messrs. Collette and Frye like their fun and hire me occasionally. Kathy Shea became a lover and still pays well. The Sullivan’s always welcome me into their bedroom. Margaret Sullivan compensates me handsomely to be her Mistress and has referred other like-minded women to me. I prefer the couples and the threeways because I can charge double.
Our loans and credit cards are paid off. My next financial goal is to pay down mortgage debt, then fund some investment accounts. It’s going to take considerable effort. A woman’s work is never done.
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