I Was a Call Girl
written by:
Jillbaby

I WAS A CALL-GIRL.

Copyright - 2010 - By Jillbaby

I looked at the reflection in the wall mirror of the hotel bar. It was slightly distorted and the soft lighting increased the effect. It showed a couple sitting close, holding hands like lovers - a pleasant scene.

However the reality was something very different. The image was of me and Ken my latest customer for the night in my temporary career as a call girl. In desperation I had turned to this having recently lost my well-paid job and I was saddled with heavy mortgage payments on my flat.

Ken was only my fifth client - and each one was etched in my mind. However it was the sex acts that I remembered; their faces had all merged into one blurred image as if I wanted to disassociate myself from any personal connection.

It's not that I found the acts distasteful; hey, I enjoy sex far too much for that to ever be a problem. So please don't feel too sorry for me. There are a lot worse things in life.

However despite my open, broadminded attitude to sex I was burdened with the judgment of society, that what I was doing was disgraceful. Well at least it wasn't illegal and it was a win-win for both parties. So although I wasn't proud of myself, I was determined not to lose my self-esteem. It still wasn't easy and before each appointment I was filled with a complex mixture of guilt and bubbling sexual excitement.

Ken and I had met only minutes ago by appointment. He had insisted that we chatted for a minute or two before he would confirm if our arrangement was on or not, so I had to make sure that I sealed the deal. I smiled teasingly as his hand rested on my knee under the table.

The transaction had been arranged with smooth simplicity. I had been using this upmarket hotel which was popular with businessmen, for over a month. My accomplice Dave at the reception desk was very efficient, and deserved the fees I gave him. When I had reluctantly decided to try my hand as a call girl, I had contacted a former fellow-employee who had bragged to me about his own use of escorts and he recommended Dave to me.

He was usually the first to be approached by a guest looking for a hooker, and after a discreet conversation about the punter's requirements, Dave would decide which of his contacts were appropriate.

Ken was an American who stayed at the hotel on his regular business trips and was well known to Dave. Ken was prepared to pay well. He was into bondage and control, with a particular fetish for making women orgasm several times in a session. Bondage was easy to obtain, but bringing call girls to a genuine climax was a rare commodity I was told.

Being able to cum very easily and frequently was my specialty -- that is if you could call something beyond your control, a specialty When I was in my early teens, I received a very skilled and considerate introduction to fucking from a married man ten years my senior. We were together for about four months before the affair fizzled out, but it left me highly orgasmic and free of any sexual hang-ups.

Without that mental freedom I would never have dared to try this current source of income. Also, my sexual drive seemed to get stronger with each passing month which made the prospect less daunting.

As usual, Ken had stressed to Dave that there would have to be no faking of orgasms, asserting that he could always tell and that the fee would be halved if he spotted it. Dave knew my rates and about my orgasmic tendencies from conversations with satisfied punters. Once the arrangement was agreed, he had phoned me with the time to meet the client and his description. There was no need for me to negotiate the sordid subject of money.

I was twenty-two at the time and Ken appeared to be at least a good twenty years older. His well groomed, graying hair and a dark, well-cut business suit gave him a distinguished look and he had an air of quiet confidence. I was wearing a figure hugging, moss green, strapless silk dress and my long auburn hair seemed to shimmer in the mirror as it fell around my bare shoulders.

Soft music played in the background while he stared into my wide, blue eyes, as so many men had done before. Then he leaned over and whispered something suggestive in my ear. I laughed approvingly, perhaps a little too heartily, and my neat, pointed breasts, supported only by the bodice of the dress, swayed gently. The friction from the silky material aroused my nipples and I knew that he could clearly see the outlines of the pointed nubs.

I took a long swig of my vodka cocktail and encouraged by my laughter at his joke, Ken's hand progressed further up my leg. My dress had ridden well up the thighs of my long legs, and my black stocking tops were visible. His palm was warm through the sheer black nylons.

We were sitting at a table with those ridiculously high stools that some hotel bars favor, and half- turning on my stool I parted my thighs. Ken took my movement as an invitation for the further progress of his hand, and slid it along the sensitive inside of my thigh. When his fingers were inches from the top of my leg, I placed my hand over them and halted their progress. I giggled playfully and whispered something in his ear which drew a throaty laugh.

Ken was getting horny and I was finding it difficult to keep his hand under control. I didn't want the hotel staff to see me blatantly go upstairs with my client too soon. To distract him I slipped my left hand under his arm and onto his crotch. I found the bulge on top of his thigh and gripped it through the silky, expensive material of his trousers with my fingers. Whispering in his ear, I stroked it with my long, manicured fingernails.

Ken tried to kiss me, but with a teasing smile, I evaded his lips. With promise in my eyes, I whispered, "Later," and he smiled. We were disturbed as a waiter brought us fresh drinks, and our hands returned above the table. I took the opportunity to move my legs further apart, giving Ken a tantalizing view of my tiny, black thong.

My inevitable arousal dampness had drawn its already narrow gusset into a mere strip of material. Ken looked down to enjoy the view and it wasn't long before the roving hand resumed its journey. I felt a pang of guilt at being so aroused from sitting here with a complete stranger knowing that he was going to fuck me senseless and was free to play with my body to his heart's content.

My stiff clit was pressing against the damp material as the exhibitionist in me rebelled in the display I was giving Ken. He put an arm around me possessively and let his fingers rest on the outer swell of a breast, while his other hand stroked my upper thigh. Again, I covered it with mine, but this time I took him by surprise. Instead of restraining it, I drew his hand up the inside of my thigh and directly onto my pussy.

I held it there against the damp swelling of my lips, and heard a sharp intake of breath before I drew his hand away, and closed my legs. I finished my drink with a decisive flourish and looked into his eyes challengingly. His face registered understanding, he nodded, and he too, emptied his glass.

Ken's arm was around my waist as we walked out of the lounge with me carrying a small case with some sexy costumes as he had requested. His hand slipped down and fondled a cheek of my ass as it swayed with each step I took in my spike heels. I saw heads turn to watch us, and imagined them thinking that the lucky man was "going to get some tonight."

We headed for the hotel elevator and entered with two other people when it arrived. He hit the button for his floor, while the fingers of his other hand probed discreetly between my buttocks.

When we entered his hotel room I walked across to the dressing table and put down my purse and shoulder bag. He was at my back immediately, and after he raised my hair to kiss the nape of my neck, I deftly undid my zip and pushed my dress down my arms. As it slipped down to my waist, I stopped it with my hands and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He in turn gazed at my naked, reflected breasts.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I prompted with a smile.

"Of course, my dear," he murmured in a pleasant American East Coast accent, and took out his wallet.

I watched him in the mirror as he counted out banknotes, placing them on the dresser before me, the crisp notes forming a neat bundle. He knew what he wanted and was prepared to pay well for it. I knew that I was required to provide more than just a quick fuck.

When Ken had counted out the agreed fee, I looked at him in the mirror, and nodded as I put the money in my purse. He smiled with the anticipation of someone about to open an expensively wrapped gift. Then, as if anxious to get on with it, he turned away, and started to undress.

I slipped off my dress, and sat on the bed in my black garter belt, supporting gossamer-fine black stockings and my thong and black stiletto pumps, awaiting instructions. Ken had a lean, firm body, and his cock was at half-mast already as he sat back comfortably like someone about to watch TV.

In the short time I had been doing this, although Ken was very charming, I still felt embarrassed at this stage - until my arousal overcame my misgivings and my body took over, allowing my mind, mercifully, to switch off.

"What costumes have you brought?" He asked.

When I showed him what I had brought in my bag, he chose the French Maid's outfit. It consisted of a white backless, halter- top which revealed my breasts from the side, and a frilly, black skirt which just covered my ass. When I removed my thong, I kept my back to him saving his first glimpse of my pussy for when I bent over. With the costume on, I posed for him, swiveling on my stilettos.

For the first few minutes, he had me moving around the room as if cleaning it, and doing a lot of bending over. I saw his cock harden as he watched. My breasts swung, clearly visible under the skimpy top, and my long legs, tautened by the stilettos and my stocking tops were in full view. Best of all, the tiny skirt afforded tantalizing glimpses of my ass and pussy as I moved.

That part ended with me bending over directly in from of him and facing away. With my feet parted, and my legs straight, I cleaned an imaginary spot on the carpet.

"Spread it open for me," he instructed.

I reached back with both hands and parted my outer lips for him, knowing that he would see my arousal dampness. When I peeped between my legs, I saw that he was leisurely stroking his erection. He stretched out a hand and I expected him to touch my pussy. However, instead I felt one fingernail trace a slow furrow up the back of my thigh. It moved ever so slowly - just the slightest of contacts, and yet in my vulnerable position it made my nerve ends quiver.

To my surprise, the finger stopped at the crease of my ass cheek, moved to the other leg and repeated the action, leaving goose bumps all along my legs. The simple act had been more arousing than sticking a finger in my snatch and I realized that this guy was a true sensualist and that the session might be erotic.

After he had instructed me to go and sit on the bed, his next question was,

"What toys do you have?"

When I took them from the case and laid them out on the bedside table, he chose what happens to be my favorite - a thick, black, jelly vibrator.

"Make yourself cum," he commanded bluntly, as he pulled his chair to within a foot of me where I sat on the edge of the bed. "I want to see your cunt lips clenching on that big rubber cock and watch your cum juices ooze out."

I hadn't expected that and panicked slightly. Although I was developing strong exhibitionist tendencies, this was fresh territory for me, and I wondered if I could relax enough to get off.

I knew that as usual, I was wet enough not to need the KY jelly I had put beside the toys, but I started by sucking the vibe suggestively to moisten it. With it set at low speed, I slowly stroked it around my areolas, just teasing the very edges of my nipples. The tingling vibrations quickly brought them to aroused peaks, and I shivered from the sensation when I brushed the toy across them. Slowly I traced a path between my breasts and down my belly leaving a faint trail of my saliva. Ken was watching intently, while stroking his big erection gently.

I let the pulsating shaft run up and down my moist outer lips, for a moment or two. The middle finger of my other hand stroked my clit lightly, and when the dildo touched my finger, the tingles ran through it to the aroused bud. To my surprise, having an attentive spectator actually increased my excitement, and I closed my eyes and concentrated.

I was aware that I had to give a performance as well as cum and I lay back and drew up my legs, spreading them wide apart. I heard the sound of his chair being drawn nearer. I pulled a pillow under my hips to raise my pussy to the right angle for penetration by the big dildo which had a girth of five inches.

I gave the vibe a final lick and with the smooth, bulbous head positioned at my entrance, I stroked my clit for a while before pushing the dildo in a bit further against the resistance of my inner lips.

There was the usual slight discomfort coupled with an insistent need to be penetrated, filled and fucked. When I pushed more forcibly, the lips yielded to the pressure and I gasped with pleasure as the slippery, black shaft glided into me.

I paused after about four inches to let my cunt walls adjust to the invasion. However, they quickly accommodated the thick weapon and clung tightly like a glove, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. The coolness of the jelly vibe contrasted sensuously with my hot, throbbing pussy and it felt wonderful as always.

I turned the power setting to full, and shuddered as the vibrations ran through me. Still stroking around my clit, I slid the thick shaft in further, until it stretched the roof of my cunt. Then I lost my careful control as lust took over. I started fucking myself with a slow rhythmic pumping action, wriggling my ass and hips greedily. The thickness of the vibe stretched the membranes around my clit, making it stand proud as my fingers fondled it.

As usual, it wasn't long before I felt the familiar tightening and pulsing deep within my loins. I groaned as the waves spread and I felt myself starting to cum. When my climax hit me, I made my usual orgasmic squeals and they must have convinced him. When I slid out the dildo, glistening with my juices and opened my eyes, Ken was definitely looking impressed and his cock was rock hard.

"Nice one Jill," he muttered in appreciation.

I was sprawled before him, completely available; my pussy gaping and wet, and I fully expected him to fuck me there and then.

Instead, he stood up and reached for the bondage materials I had laid out for him earlier. With calm precision, he clicked the red, fur-covered handcuffs around my wrists and with a length of Chinese bondage cord secured them to the headboard.

Ken also used my latest purchase - a sling formed from a long strap of soft rubber which fastened to each of my ankles, and then looped around my neck and shoulders for support so that my legs were drawn back against my stomach in the fuck-me position but also supported the weight of my legs.

It looked very erotic and added to the bound and helpless image. After the silken blindfold was slipped over my eyes, I lay back waiting for his next move, fascinated and aroused by the patience he had shown.

Of course I had some security, I knew how to undo the handcuffs and Dave knew Ken's identity and room number. He would be expecting to see me leave after the two hour stint I was being paid for.

I heard Ken move as he knelt between my legs, and then he started. Both his soft hands made slow tantalizing trips. After a gentle touch on my anus, they moved up the insides of each thigh to meet at my pussy lips and brush them with a feathery touch before gliding back down again.

Cool fingers gently circled each opening and then glided on again. Three, four, and five more times he repeated the man oeuvre, and each time the distance between his hands shortened. Finally, the circle narrowed until it took in only the bulge of my outer lips.

Despite my earlier orgasm, I found myself responding rapidly to the controlled and arousing treatment, and I raised my hips in an involuntary signal for more. I thought that I detected a chuckle as Ken's fingers traveled up the outer lips of my slit, pausing just over my clit and brushing it, oh so briefly, before repeating the process.

I was amazed at his patience and at how excited I had become. I had learned to enjoy role play including bondage with previous lovers, but somehow I felt this was for real.

In my helpless, blindfolded position, the sensation from every touch was intensified. As he moved his smooth sensitive hands, he let his lips brush the insides of my suspended thighs as they dangled before his face. I quivered at each contact from his warm, moist mouth, inches away from my hot pussy which was begging for attention. His warm breath tantalized my erect clit and I marveled at how quickly he had aroused it again.

Without any conscious effort, I found my hips moving, trying to increase the contact on my clit as his forefingers passed over it. I was wondering how long I could stand this when he stopped suddenly. There was a brief pause as I waited breathlessly, and then warm wet lips closed over my clit and one long hooked finger slid into my wet opening to find my G-spot.

My highly aroused pussy clenched the finger tightly. The combined sensations from clit and cunt were so intense after all the foreplay that I felt my orgasm start to bubble up almost at once. My fear was that he would remove his fingers, interrupting its progress and I thrust my hips urgently against his hand and mouth. As if in response to my need, his finger was joined by another and both expertly circled that sensitive area on the front wall of my pussy.

I gasped as the orgasm began in my clit spread to my cunt and radiated outwards and upwards. Each time I felt the pleasure begin to subside, he increased the speed of his lips, tongue and finger movements. My climax seemed to go on and on, and he forced a high-pitched shriek from me in time with each orgasmic wave of pleasure.

When at last, the waves subsided and I felt that I could take no more stimulation, I would normally have brushed aside the hands that pleasured me. But my hands were fastened above my head and I was helpless. As the sensation in my clit turned to discomfort, I groaned,

"No, no, please . . . no more . . ." I pleaded.

But undeterred, he continued, although with a gentler, slower touch. His fingers danced inside me, and his tongue fluttered like a butterfly. I suddenly imagined how he would have been feeling my cunt opening and closing on his fingers, as he played me like a musical instrument.

Although I am not a submissive by nature, the sense of my body being so utterly under his control made my excitement even more intense. He was skilfully manipulating my responsive writhing body like a puppet master.

To my amazement, another orgasm ignited and white flashes of intense ecstasy exploded in my brain, again, and again. Somewhere in my fuddled mind, I realized that I was experiencing multiple orgasms for the first time in my life.

Strangely, I didn't utter my usual screams. Instead, I hear myself making low wailing sounds like an animal. At last he stopped controlling me, and I lay quivering in the aftermath, making tiny whimpers as my body tried to recover.

The bed creaked as Ken moved.

"My, the young man was right. You are a responsive hottie aren't you?" he muttered thickly. "It's my turn now."

With that, he eased my raised thighs further back with his chest and in one smooth thrust, his hard cock entered me. In that vulnerable position, he filled me totally. My legs swayed in the rubber sling as he fucked me hard and fast. I was sure that my blindfolded, bound position added to his lust as he pounded me, no doubt needing release after his patient manipulation.

This was Ken in different mode from the teasing, gentle sex artist. As he whacked into me, his hands came round my legs and my nipples were twisted sharply. I was still glowing from my orgasms and I floated on a mixture of arousal from the reaming my pussy was taking and pain/pleasure from my nipples. My moans might have given him the final impetus and I felt him spurt warmly into me.

Ken stroked my thighs soothingly for a moment or two until his dick gradually slid out of me. I wondered if that would satisfy him, but should have known better.

"Time for a change," he announced, and proceeded to remove my blindfold and release my hands.

I slipped the rubber strap over my head, freed my legs which were still trembling and stretched them gratefully. He offered me a drink from the mini-bar and I asked for vodka and tonic, before tottering to the bathroom to empty my bladder and have a quick wipe down.

When I returned, my body was still tingling all over, and I wondered what he had in mind for the next round; a blow job I guessed. He was certainly getting his money's worth - but he had paid very well.

Ken looked admiringly at my body clad only in garter belt and stockings as I swayed across on my spike heels. He tipped the miniature bottle of vodka into the glass of tonic, and added some ice cubes.

"I want your mouth to be cool," he smiled, handing me the glass and pulling me down beside him on the crumpled bed.

We chatted for a while as I drank it down gratefully and he looked through my collection of vibes on the bedside table. I put down my empty glass expecting that my next position would be on my knees. However, he had other plans. Ken lay back on the bed and gently manoeuvrings me over his body into the sixty-nine position.

I needed no further instruction and resting on my hands and knees, I looked down at his thick, sticky cock. It was still soft and I swung my head from side to side, letting my long hair brush it, before lowering my mouth to blow on the shaft.

I saw an almost immediate reaction, as it started to swell. I love to see and feel a cock harden, especially in my mouth. I glanced round to see what Ken was doing apart from admiring my pussy which was thrust up in front of his face. He was applying KY jelly to a thin, tapered rubber vibe, and I knew what he would use it for. Fortunately, even back then, I was accustomed to anal sex.

I looked away and almost immediately felt the toy probing at my asshole. I steadied my breathing and relaxed my sphincter as he pushed against me, and the vibe glided in for an inch or two. Ken paused as he switched it on and I felt the vibrations run through my stomach. Despite my best efforts, my body tensed at the sensation and my rectum tightened defensively.

He must have sensed it for he started to stroke around my clit with one of the cool, slippery fingers of the hand holding the dildo. The vibrations from the dildo were transferred through the finger to my clit and it showed signs of flickering back into life. That helped me to relax, allowing the vibe to glide further into me.

I shivered, as I was impaled up the ass. With my breasts squashed against his belly I leaned down on my forearm and bent my neck to concentrate on Ken's dick. I started with just my tongue - licking gently around his balls before running my tongue firmly up the length of the shaft, round the head and back down again.

I repeated this several times, swallowing to clear my mouth of the familiar taste of cum and my pussy juices. Finally, when my mouth reached his tightening scrotum I gently took it into my mouth and sucked. I hadn't laid a finger on his cock, but it was now fully erect. I was just about to take it in my mouth, when I felt something touch my pussy.

Before I could react, something big was thrust deep into my slack, leaking cunt. I threw my head back at the shock of being doubly filled and instinctively reached back protectively. My fingers touched cool latex and I look down between my legs to see that the big, black jelly vibe was half-way into my cunt.

As I watched, it slid further in, until all I could see was Ken's hand round the base. He switched on the power, and I groaned loudly as two different sets of vibrations coursed through my body.

"Go on Babe, get sucking," he commanded, while he calmly reamed both my holes.

My head was spinning and it felt for a moment as if the vibrations were happening inside my brain. I had previously been double penetrated by cocks a few times, but this was a first for vibrators. Then my slutty body responded as usual. The discomfort gradually became sensual pleasure, and my hips started to move in time with the probing vibes.

It felt as if an electric motor was inside my stomach, purring away gently - sending tingles of sexual pleasure all the way to my swollen nipples. He alternated between pushing one vibe in while the other was coming out; and sliding both in at the same time.

The combined sensations were so intense that I found it very difficult to concentrate on the blow job he wanted, but I rested on my forearms and slid my mouth down over his shaft until the head was touching the back of my mouth. I slowly bobbed my head up and down and he began to buck his hips to fuck my mouth and I had to control him. He seemed to be excited from the pleasure of fucking both my holes with the vibes.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock sucking like the slut he was paying me to be. I wondered if Ken could hear the slobbering sounds above the noise of the vibes.

"That's good, keep going. I want to finish off in your throat," he muttered thickly.

By then, I had learned to deep-throat although it had taken me several months to do so. I swished his cock around the insides my cheeks, gradually getting it further towards my throat with each bob of my head while breathing through my nose. As I went deeper I could smell my juices on his pubes where I had leaked on him earlier.

I sucked him faster, pulling with a hand at the base of his pulsing cock. Surprisingly, the fucking I was taking up my two openings was getting to me even after my previous orgasms and my body began to tremble.

With my first attempt at faking, I made moaning noises to encourage him as I prepared to finish him off. My pace grew with each movement of my lips up and down his throbbing, slippery dick and I felt him writhe with pleasure.

Suddenly I wanted to finish him off and concentrate on my own pleasure. I balanced on one arm and cradled Ken's tight balls in my other hand while I sucked him back into my mouth, bobbing my head a little faster, swirling my tongue over his length as my lips moved up and down, locked tight around him.

As I brought him closer and closer his stomach was rising and falling as his breathing became rapid. I filled my lungs and let his entire length slide into my mouth and throat again and again until I knew he was right there on the edge. I squeezed his balls as his my nose touched his pubes and I felt his cock emptying into my throat.

"Oh fuck," I heard him hiss as I eased him out a bit and his final salty dribbles trickled over my tongue.

Giving him the full treatment I sucked every last drop until he was drained. With my head lowered it was difficult to swallow and as I gasped for breath, I cleared his cock from my mouth.

My head sank down onto his thigh, and the residue of semen that had collected in my mouth escaped in a creamy trickle. I watched it form thick blobs among the hairs on his thigh. He had stopped using the vibes as he came and he let them slide out gradually as he lay back. In a way I was quite relieved as another orgasm suddenly seemed too much to take and my nerves were jittery.

I flopped forward and lay motionless, totally spent, and drained. The vibrators still buzzed insistently as they slid out of my openings until they dropped onto his chest as he lay back on the bed. I felt him move and the sounds stopped. Eventually, I swung a leg over his chest, rolled away and walked to an armchair on rubbery legs.

Ken sat up glanced at his watch and yawned contentedly. He invited me to use the bathroom while he sat naked in the armchair. When I had dressed, he smiled,

"We must do that again, Jill, when I'm next in town," he said handing me another high denomination bank note.

"Sure . . . and thanks," I replied as I tucked the money away; although I was confident that I would be doing something else for a living by then.

I slipped Dave his commission and said goodbye as I went out for the taxi he had called for me. On the way home, I marveled once again at how I was being paid handsomely for something which had given me such intense sexual pleasure. But I knew that despite my fortitude, inevitable feelings of shame would visit me later. I would shake them off of course. Life must go on and my flat was secure for another month or two.

I must have another look at those local adverts for a model, I thought, as I remembered how he had praised my body. I had always fancied being a model, as I suppose all girls do at one time or another. Maybe I could earn good money that way.