This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting adults, aged eighteen and over. There are no similarities to anyone real or living, other than myself who is the main character, set in deep running fantasy. There are depictions of unprotected sex and smoking. I do not condone either, as each is an individual's choice. Constructive feedback welcome at rachellenaughty@yahoo.com. Also, support Nifty with a donation if you are able.
A Career Change Chapter 14 - My First Private Session
The big day was here. I had performance jitters that revolved around not being femme enough for the member I was meeting. I opened the tablet up to review the dossier. Dale Carter is the Black man from the booth who said he requested a private with me. His cock is beautiful based on my two times in the booth with him, he sounds sexy as hell, and he has huge hands. Reading the dossier his weight was listed as one hundred eighty-five pounds and six feet three inches tall. He was a captain in the US Marines who served in Afghanistan and Iraq. That would explain a few things I thought. He runs his own business which employs over fifty people.
For this meeting he is expecting full service, including kissing, and spending some time in bed afterwards cuddling and talking. That was not what I was expecting, but I was not opposed to doing that. This guy is sexy as hell I thought. Graying, tight cropped hair and had a great photograph. Reading further it said, no breast forms or prosthetics, loves dogs, is divorced, has two grown children, is non-smoking and requires no smoking in the room.
I went to the salon for the full workup; I showered, moisturized, and was treated to a full makeup job by Estelle. After she finished the makeup, she placed that auburn, shoulder length wig on me again and I thought I looked sexy. I hope he thinks that as well, I thought. I went back to the apartment and dressed myself in an all-black ensemble, thong panties, a black garter belt with back seam thigh highs, an under bust corset which was new to me other than trying it on, and a black silky robe. No breast forms, which was good because they seemed very fake but working the booths it didn't matter. They were there to use my mouth, and this private session will be up close and personal. The corset was constricting, but I am also certain it could be made tighter. I looked at myself in the mirror and I did look a little more femme with it pulling my waist inward.
"I hope I am femme enough for Mr. Carter," I said speaking to no one but myself.
At one minute after one, my phone message lit up and said the member had arrived. This was it, my big moment and with what is going to be a gorgeous hunk of man. I composed myself and entered through the first door leading to the room, and then hesitated at the second door. You can do this, act as femme as possible and don't speak with your man voice.
"Hello Mr. Carter," I said, in a low sultry voice, as I entered the room. We are required to call all members "Sir" or by their proper name, unless the member tells us it is ok to call them by their first name.
"Rachelle, hello, you look so much better than when you were on your knees. Let me take a closer look at you," he said.
I approached him, cautiously, walking well in the heels. I stopped a few feet from him and turned around. He was dressed nicely, casual slacks and dress shoes, and a polo shirt. His chest was broad, and his arms filled out the shirt sleeves. This guy is a hunk. His hair was as it was in his photo. He was clean shaven and stood just over six foot three inches and his cologne smelled delicious.
"You look nice, baby. I have been waiting for this moment. I was very happy when they said you were finally available."
"Thank you, Sir," I replied, feeling some faint blushing occurring.
He approached me and planted his lips on mine. Luckily, I had brushed my teeth, and used breathe freshener to mask the cigarette taste from earlier. He placed his arms around me and held me close. He was strong. Our lips danced as his tongue moved into my mouth probing deep. God how I love that I thought to myself. He was making my little cock sparkle with just kissing. He kissed me for what seemed like forever before he broke off.
"It's time we move on baby," as he untied the robe, opened it, and pushed it off my shoulders as I let it fall to the floor. "Very nice baby, you look sexy."
"Thank you, Sir," I replied again feeling my face blush and looking down shyly.
"Don't be shy about it baby, I think you look amazing."
He took off his shirt to reveal a very muscular chest that had little hair, and massive arms. Fuck I thought, this guy is built. He sat down in the chair to remove his shoes.
"Let me do that for you," I said, as I knelt down to untie his laces and remove his shoes.
"Thank you."
I then took his socks off and put them in his shoes and set them aside. There I was kneeling in front of this gorgeous shirtless hunk. I moved forward on my knees not losing eye contact with him and started to undo his pants. First his belt, then his zipper and finally the button. I could see his briefs were bulging and that was a good sign I said to myself. He lifted his hips slightly and I pulled his pants down and off his legs. His legs were as muscular as the top half. I stood up folding the pants properly and turned around to place them on the dresser so they would not wrinkle.
That is when he came up behind me, grabbing me around the waist with both hands, his bulging cock pressing into my lower back. He started to kiss my neck. Damn, this man is hot. I turned around looking him in the eyes. He wanted closeness, that I could sense, and I was more than willing to give that to him. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. I looked him in the eyes as I dropped to my knees, grabbing his briefs, and gently pulling them down to expose his gorgeous cock. Is there nothing imperfect about this man I thought.
He was fully erect. He had to be seven and half or eight inches and thick. Thick enough that I had been practicing deep throating on large dildos in hopes I would see him in the booth again. This was so much better than the booth, however. I took his cock in my hands and licked the head. A drop of precum had formed. I started to work my mouth down the length of his cock. I was determined to deep throat this man even if it was just one time. I kept looking up at him and he had a look of lust in his eyes. He was moaning softly and telling me yes.
I motioned to him to lay on the bed. I got up next to him and laid down with my feet pointed away from him. I went back to work on his beautiful cock. It was gorgeous, cut, veiny and black. I worked my way down his shaft to about six inches. I had to do this now before he wants to fuck me, I thought. I quietly took a deep breath in and slowly went down on him, my throat open to receive his cock. I forced myself down the last inch or two as my lips touched the base of his terrific manhood.
He was moaning in ecstasy and then said, "I knew you could do it baby, you are incredible."
I pulled off his cock, taking in a big breath. "One more time," I said, quietly taking a deep breath and then all the way down the second time. To say he was thick was an understatement and I loved it. His cock tasted wonderful.
He pulled my panties off and stuck a finger in my pussy. The machine work and dildos I had used in the apartment did their job. I was loose. He was going to fill me up certainly. He pulled me up onto his chest into a sixty-nine position and sunk his tongue into my pussy.
"Oh yes please Sir," I whispered. I love to have my pussy eaten. What girl doesn't? He ate my pussy for a good five minutes.
"I need to fuck you now," he said, as I move off of him and he jumped up. He spun me around on the bed and pulled me towards the side of the mattress. He lifted my legs up and grabbed a bottle of lube on the nightstand. He put two squirts on my pussy and two more on his cock. He looked me in the eye as he moved closer. This was it, my first private was going to fuck me. He pushed ever so gently, and my pussy accepted him. He was a very snug fit, but comfortable. He continued pushing until he bottomed out.
"Oh my God," I said.
"You like that baby? You feel wonderful." As he stared into my eyes.
And with that he started to slowly move his hips back and forth. He put my legs on his broad shoulders. His cock slid in and out of my pussy, stretching it as he moved to the very tip and then going all the way inside. He repeated that for a few minutes and then pushed my legs over as far back as they would go. This is where the tight hips were going to be a problem. He couldn't get my legs pinned back by my head, but he leaned in and kissed me deeply. He stopped thrusting and I thought now was a suitable time to use my Kegel muscles on him as I contracted and relaxed my internal muscles, milking his cock.
"Oh baby, you are going to make me cum if you do that."
I stopped as I wanted this to last for as long as possible. I wanted this gorgeous man to fuck me longer.
For a solid fifteen minutes he thrust in and then pulled out, thrust in and pulled out, each time going back in was a little easier. He was stretching me out with his manly cock. My little cock was so desperately wanting to get hard and cum, and I had the sense I was dripping. He leaned back in, pushing my legs ever further towards my head, his lips locking with mine as he began to thrust more frequently. His glistening sweaty body pressed into me, and my fingernails dug into his back. This is it; he is going to cum deep inside me. He broke off kissing me deeply and started to moan. His moan turned louder, he was going to cum. His thrusts slowed and he stayed deep inside as he let out a cry of ecstasy,
"Oh yes baby, oh God you are beautiful."
I wasn't certain but I think I could feel his load inside me. He pulled out slowly. He was exhausted as the sweat rolled off of him. Just then my pussy let a huge fart go and I could feel wetness running down my crack. I was embarrassed.
"Excuse me, I am sorry," I said
"No need to apologize baby. That is a sign of well fucked pussy. You were wonderful, come lay here with me on the bed," he said.
I moved back on the bed as he laid down. He lay on his back, and I moved in close to him and put my head on his chest. I ran my hand over his sweaty, hard, and chiseled chest. He put his left arm around me and held me close. I completely relaxed into him. I had to tell myself don't fall in love with him.
"This is nice, but I should have brought some water," he said.
"I will get you one. Wait here and please don't leave," I said as I got up grabbed my key card, entered my apartment to get water. It was at that time I felt the wetness of his load and spent lube running down my legs. What a wonderful feeling, I thought. I retrieved a cold water from the kitchen and went back. He was dozing off.
"Here you are Sir," I said, opening the water and handing it to him.
"Please call me Dale baby. You are so damn nice, thank you."
I settled back into him, my head on his sweaty chest and he placed his arm around me. We laid there for about half an hour as he drank the water. Neither of us said much. This was nice I thought.
"So how long have you been here,"
"Not even two weeks," I replied.
"Oh my gosh, you are kidding me, I don't believe you."
"It's true, I would not lie to you."
"If you said a year, I would believe it."
"Do you see any of the other girls here?" I asked, not knowing if I should ask that question.
"I used to see Patrice, but she left a few months ago. I saw her in this room about twice a month. I saw Tanya once or twice and this other girl, I forgot her name. I demanded a refund from that meeting. I didn't even fuck her. She was supposed to be all this and that, and have experience, but she was disrespectful and not nice," he complained.
"I am sorry to hear that. I haven't met any of the other girls."
A quiet fell over the room. Dale was dozing in and out as I laid there listening to his breathing, feeling his chest, and admiring his muscles. Something I could never put on my own body no matter how much I worked out. I reached down and fondled his cock. It twitched in my hand. It still had some lube on it. I spit into my hand and massaged his cock. He smiled and asked what I was doing.
"Nothing," I coyly replied as I looked at the clock. We have another thirty minutes together, and this is nice. I held his cock in my hand which he seemed to enjoy. He dozed off for nap and I remained holding his cock, head on his chest, enjoying the time with him. I hope he wants to see me regularly I thought. With about five minutes to go in our allotted time, I nudged him and woke him from his nap. I was whispering in his ear to wake up. He turned his head and kissed me deeply.
"I am awake baby. You drained me and I need to get going," as he kissed me again.
He got up and went to the bathroom to cleanup. I went in and put my arms around him, gave him a big hug and said, "I hope to see you again, Dale."
"Oh, you will Rachelle, you certainly will."