Money Well Spent

"You're getting so tight. Are you close?" He asks me in between licks and bites.

"So...close..." I manage to get out.

I'm rewarded for my patience when he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it rapidly with his tongue, his fingers picking up their pace until all feeling stops as my orgasm breaks. It's only for a second as the intensity overwhelms me and I thrash around on the bed, yelling and cursing out my release as I both try to get away from him to relieve the pressure and get closer to get more.

"Fuck! Yes...I'm cumming...don't stop...yes...YES!"

To his credit, Tony sticks with me through every buck and twist of my hips until I come down and relax for a minute. He's lazily licking my slit now, his fingers slowly pumping in and out when I pull his face up to mine for a very wet, pussy-flavored kiss.

"Wow! You're wife's an idiot," I bluntly say and he throws his head back and laughs.

"Tell me about it. She used to be as into it as you. I don't know what happened," he says ruefully as his grin fades and the fire dims in his eyes.

"Well, I'm not going to let a boner go to waste." Winking at him, I reach between us and give his hard cock a gentle tug to make him forget and to bring him back into the here and now. No, I wasn't his wife, but he needed this and I was more than willing to give it to him.

"I like the way you think!"

All laughter is gone as he settles on top of me, his cock resting at my entrance as he runs his hands up and down my spread legs. I had kicked my heels off as I orgasmed so as not to hurt him.

Rocking his hips, he slowly enters me an inch at a time, taking his time to let me get used to his considerable size. It wasn't so much the girth as it was the length. I'm not good at measuring but I'd say he's definitely above average in that department.

After a few minutes, he's fully inside of me, my wetness helping to ease him in. Laying on top of me, he wraps his arms under my shoulders to hold me to him, mine wrapping around him as we kiss deeply.

I can feel his hips rocking against me and his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy, the feelings overwhelming as this stranger slowly fucks me with a great deal of tenderness and consideration.

"Your cock feels so good, baby," I moan in his ear as he tells me how good my pussy feels.

"So long, fuck, so long. You're so tight. I don't want to hurt you. Can I go faster?"

Running my fingers through his hair, I tell him to go as fast and as hard as he wants. I know I'll be sore later; but now? This was about him and I wanted so badly to ease some of his frustration and heartache.

Rising up, he rests his weight on his forearms and rocks his hips harder into my pelvis, making me gasp as he connects with my clit. "That's it, baby. I want you to fuck me."

His hips go faster as the head of his cock hits my cervix and makes me gasp and groan. It's painful but not extremely so.

After a few minutes, he rises up onto his knees, pulling my legs up over his shoulders so he can really get into his thrusts.

He had built up a rhythm so I could get used to his size but at this angle he's deeper than before. Reaching between us, I find my clit and rub as his pace quickens, sending my breasts bouncing. His cock is deep inside of me, the angle allowing him to rub my g-spot as I swirl my fingers around my sensitive clit.

"Yes...that's...my...fuck!" I groan as another orgasm hits, this one stronger than the last. "Right there!" I wail as I ride it out, my hips rising to meet his as our bodies slap together in a steady rhythm.

"Rub that clit, honey. I can feel you cumming around my cock...that's it girl, rub faster!" Sweat is dripping down his face, splashing onto my stomach as he steadily pumps into my overworked pussy.

I obey and am rewarded when another orgasm crests through me, making me scream so loud I'm still shocked the room next door didn't call security!

"Fuck, your cock feels so good inside of me. Fuck me, baby...harder...faster," I demand because I know he's close. I can see his muscles tensing and his balls slowly tightening up.

"Please...fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!" And he does with a loud yell as he thrusts one last time into me, burying his length as he shoots his warm cum inside of my protected womb.

//

That night had been the beginning of my new career.

I had talked to Scott and we had become business partners after we realized that we might be onto something. We knew that lots of wealthy men and women needed or wanted dates for various functions and we were in the prime location for it. Over the course of a year, we had both built up a decent client base solely off of referrals with Tony being the start of it all.

Gay men are in high demand and Scott made for an excellent date. His washboard abs and just-got-out-of-bed look earning him a wait list as he became known. Sex was never offered because we weren't prostitutes but, if we liked our dates, we made sure that they offered sex first. For safety, we did get tested on a regular basis because you just never knew what a person had; condoms being required at all times. I had once explained my profession to my skeptical parents as being no different than going out on a lot of dates. Sometimes there was sex, sometimes there wasn't. They were okay with what I did but worried about me as parents will.

After several years, we were able to be as choosey as we wanted with who we let hire us to "date" them. I had always been attracted to older men, and I made the perfect date with my considerable knowledge of various topics. I listened to everything from Beethoven to Lady Gaga to Dean Martin and made sure to read the Wall Street Journal and the local papers every day to keep up on things that were happening around the world.

Tony became a regular of mine and due to his company acquiring some smaller ones out west, he was here several times a year. I never charged him though. I suppose you could call him my lover because I told him things that I never told anybody else, including my name and where I was from. We had a bond that had never been broken and he loved hearing about my adventures with men (and even a couple of women!) from around the world. He had never divorced his wife but said that she had taken on a lover of which he was fine with. I wasn't one to judge but did find it odd that he said nothing about her lover to her; of which she thought Tony didn't know anything about.

Settling into my usual spot at the café, I order a latte and wait for my next client to walk in. I meet them through our website, and this one had charmed me from the get-go, but I was a stickler for meeting in person first before we went on our dates.

It had been two weeks since I'd shot down Danny DeVito's look-alike and I'd not had a client since, the one I had intended on meeting the day after "Danny" cancelling due to a family emergency. I had elected to take a vacation, using the time to work on my tan and getting caught up with my Physics journals.

"Hello. Are you Vanessa?"

"I am. Are you Pierce?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am. Pleased to meet you," he says warmly in a thick southern accent while holding out his hand. Rising, I take his hand and give it a firm shake and lean forward to kiss his cheek.

He's attractive in a nerdy way, silver-framed glasses framing a pair of warm brown eyes, his light colored hair expertly tousled. He's taller than I am, well built and from our brief emails, I know he's 53 and single.

"Likewise. So, what brings you to Las Vegas?" I ask.

He goes through the usual spiel; meetings, dinners with clients, etc.

"I'm sorry, but can I say that you're very pretty? I love tall women and, let me guess...early 30's?"

Blinking in surprise, I reply that I am. Nobody's ever been able to guess my age and usually place me in my 20's. "How did you know?"

"It's a gift, I guess. I study people a lot and while you look young, you are confident which usually comes with age."

"I'm impressed, Pierce. Now, what were you needing from me?" And with that we get down to business, discussing what events he needed me at and when, along with fees and other minor details. As was my custom, I don't bring up sex until he does.

"Okay, I know you're not a prostitute. But, what exactly do you do for your male clients?"

"Well, whatever they need me to do. I can pretend to be their girlfriend or just a colleague. It depends on what their particular needs are."

Narrowing his eyes, he look at me over his glasses and says in a more serious tone, "I meant, do you have sex with them?"

"Do you have sex with your dates?" I counter with a raised eyebrow. Oh, he was going to be a handful, I could already tell, and I was looking forward to seeing what he had in store for me. I loved a challenge and rarely backed down from anybody.

"Sometimes, but that doesn't answer my question, young lady."

I can tell he's getting irritated so I finally let up on him some. "Okay, for example, you are going to be my date. We may or may not have sex because we don't yet know what the nights will bring or even if we'll click in that way. Isn't that the same for a normal date? You don't have sex with every woman you date and I don't have sex with every man I date. Make sense?"

He's thinking over my words and my hidden meaning when the server brings us some more coffee. Waiting until she's gone, he finally answers with a wicked glint to his eye. "So, if I understand this correctly, anything can happen. And by anything, I mean sex."

"Correct. But, slow down speed racer because we haven't even gone on a date yet."

"Speed racer?" His dimples flash at me as he takes in what I just called him.

Laughing and shrugging, enjoying the game, we sit and talk for what feels like hours and agree to meet the next night for drinks at a business party he's attending.

When I walk in, heads turn but my focus is on Pierce. He's business casual in an open collar teal dress shirt and black suit, his broad shoulders filling out the jacket very nicely as he moves to meet me halfway.

His eyes rake my body up and down and I was glad that Scott had talked me into wearing this outfit. I had a feeling that there was a sexual beast waiting to be unleashed inside of him so I had decided to tease him a bit. I was wearing fitted black slacks and sky-high strappy heels, with a blood red corset that barely contained my full breasts, hidden by a fitted black jacket so only a hint of cleavage would show until the time was right. A long silver necklace dangled between my breasts, drawing the eye to my cleavage which Pierce did as soon as he got to me. His eyes flickered from my expertly made up face to my breasts then back up to my auburn hair as it cascaded in waves down over my shoulders.

Handing me a glass of red wine, he leans down to whisper in my ear, making my pussy tingle as his warm breathe tickles my ear. "I'm going to fuck you as soon as I can tear myself away from here. I hope you brought a change of clothes because you're not leaving my bed tonight."

My green eyes meet his brown ones as I caress his cheek and lean in close so only he can hear me. "Sugar, I don't think you'll be able to handle what I have in mind. I hope you're ready for a wild night."

The sexual tension is thick as introductions are made, Pierce's hand never leaving my lower back as he maneuvers me around the room. Every so often I can feel it dip lower to caress the top of my ass but I play it cool and don't say a word other to wink over my shoulder at him. Several times I brush against him either by accident or on purpose and feel his hard on straining against his pants. "Good thing it's dark in here and everybody is tipsy or they'd see your cock," I whisper during one brief interlude.

"Keep brushing against me and you'll find out how much more restraint I have, sweetheart." I can feel how turned on he is just by looking into his eyes. I was suddenly very happy I had decided to not wear underwear tonight and for the first time in a long time, I badly wanted to fuck my client whether he brought it up or not.

The chemistry between us is electrifying as the night wears on. I'm able to hold my own with both him and anybody else that comes up to us but the whole time I can feel him next to me and I'm having a hard time concentrating by the end of the night.

I had seen a small bathroom on my way into the building earlier and knowing that I needed some relief, I seductively walk up to Pierce, place my drink in his hand and whisper for him to follow me. Nobody is watching us as we slip out of the party and head down the hallway, me taking Pierce's hand and leading the way.

Looking both ways to see if anybody is watching, we slip into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.

He's slowly advancing on me, the look in his eyes saying everything. Slowly I unbutton my jacket, revealing my barely contained breasts to his hot gaze as I wordlessly unbutton my pants and sashay them down and off of my long, tanned legs.

"Dammit, you're a hot little thing. I thought you didn't fuck all of your dates."

Turning around and placing my hands on the sink, popping my ass up in the air, I glance back at him and watch as he slowly rubs his cock through his pants. "Are you going to keep playing with it or are you going to play with me? There's a condom in my suit jacket."

Raising an eyebrow, he smirks at me as he leans over me to fish in my pocket for the condom. I make no move to help him as I hang my head and wait for the rasp of his zipper, the soft shuffle of clothing being moved, and the quiet rip as he tears the condom packet apart.

His touch is gentler than I thought it would be when he moves my hair off to one shoulder so he can nuzzle my neck for a few seconds. His hands are hot on my hips as he tilts my ass up so he can enter my pussy, my legs spread as I balance on my heels.

His fingers reach between us, testing how wet I am and I can tell by his low groan that I've surprised him by how turned on I am.

"I need your cock, please!" I beg quietly so nobody can hear us.

Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he gazes at my upturned ass, guiding his cock into me with one hand as he pulls my hips back to meet his pelvis.

"That's it, sugar," I moan out as I again hang my head and let myself feel the rush of his cock penetrating my very wet pussy. The first feeling of a man's cock pushing into me is a feeling that is indescribable but I loved it. The feeling of his cock head slowly nudging it's way inside, feeling his cock slowly pushing in as my pussy slowly opens for him. It's a high and I love it.

"You're so tight!"

"Mmmmmm...that's it, baby. You like this don't you? You like losing control and just taking me don't you? I bet you'd never do this at home...fucking a stranger in a bathroom where people could hear you. So tightly wound all the time, aren't you?" My words are turning us both on more as I voice what I had put together about him in just a few short hours of knowing him.

"I never dreamed about this even in my wettest fantasies. God, you feel so good," he moans out with a quick thrust of his hips, making me gasp as he bottoms out inside of me.

One of his strong arms circles my waist while the other holds onto a breast that he's popped free from its confines. His fingers are pinching and I belatedly realize that I can watch him in the mirror as I raise my head.

My rose-colored nipple is hard and looks so small in his callused fingers, the pads sending delicious feelings racing down to my pussy as I bite my lip to keep from screaming out my pleasure. My pussy is pulsing and throbbing with every thrust, the angle of his cock and my hips allowing him to hit my g-spot as his balls swing up to hit my clit.

His hot gaze meets mine in the mirror as his pace increases. "Fuck me...please!" I beg in a higher voice than I had intended but I've long since stopped caring who might hear us.

The sex is hotter than I had expected and I'm so turned on that I can hear my juices as he thrusts into me harder and harder. I've lost control as I buck back against him, listening to our grunts and moans as we both near our orgasms.

"I'm gonna cum in that pretty little pussy. You like that cock, Vanessa? Don't even think that I'm done with you yet."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." I chant as his words finally register in my foggy brain, my orgasm triggered by his forcefulness.

"Cum for me, honey. I want to feel you cum around my cock. Come on, lose control, baby." How could he know that I hated being out of control but I listen and moan out that I'm cumming just as I spasm around him. My cheeks are flushed in the mirror and my nipple is proudly sticking out as I bite down on my lip and ride out my orgasm.

I'm in heaven as he continues to pound into me, both hands on my hips as he repeatedly pulls his cock out until the head is just at the entrance before thrusting all the way back in. I think he's close but without being able to look between us, I'm not sure as minutes pass. His jaw is clenched from the effort of holding back as he sends me into another powerful orgasm.

"I want to feel that big cock cum in me, sugar. Do you like my pussy? I want you to lick it later and I'm going to kiss you afterwards. Then, you're going to fuck me while I kneel on the bed, my ass sticking up so you can watch it as you fuck me from behind again."

My words have the intended effect and within seconds he slams into me one last time, the base of his cock pulsing as he shoots his load into the condom.

"That's it, sugar," I whisper as his head falls onto my shoulder, the beating of his heart frantic against my back as he just holds me for a minute.

"How about we go back to your room?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

The ride over is silent but I don't mind. What do you say to somebody you just had sex with that you barely knew? I had a feeling that the next week would be very interesting as we pull into his hotel and make our way to his room.

"Would you like a drink?"

"No, thanks. Do you mind if I use your bathroom for a minute?" I ask as I turn to watch him take his jacket off and place it over a chair.

"No, go ahead."

When I come out, I'm completely naked and Pierce's jaw almost hits the floor in shock when he sees me standing in a sexy pose against the door jam.

"Now that's a picture that's worth a thousand words. Come on over here, honey." I can already see his cock rising to attention and I wonder briefly just how much stamina a man of 53 had! I'd had sex with older men, yes, but it rarely went beyond them cumming once a night.

"Well, it's not really fair that one of us is more dressed than the other," I purr as I walk towards him like a Victoria's Secret model at a fashion show. My modeling skills were on full display tonight and the effect on him is immediate.

"Then why don't you fix that?" Hmmmm, demanding and in control. I wonder what else is up his sleeve as I finally come to a stop in front of him and reach to undress him.

His chest is covered with a thick mat of light chest hair, his chest and shoulders broad with just a hint of muscle underneath.

Kissing his lips for the first time, I marvel at how soft they are against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth as he kisses me deeply. The man can kiss and soon I'm moaning softly into his mouth as I practically hump the leg he's pushed between my own to hold me tighter to him. His leg hair tickles my clit but I pull back and tenderly kiss his neck.

"Go lay on the bed," he orders me and I obey, climbing onto the king-size monstrosity and reclining back onto my elbows with my legs spread enough to where he can see my shaved pussy. "Woman, you are a she-devil."