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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 14 days ago

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The Second Date

On a Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks after her assignation with Richard, he texted her, "Can I see you on Tuesday evening?" She replied affirmatively and he responded, "Plan on the entire evening we'll have dinner. Let's meet at the King Cole Bar at seven."

Séverine arrived precisely at seven and didn't see him at the bar, "Séverine," she heard his voice to her left, looked and saw him at a table with two other men. As she approached the table, the men stood up and Richard introduced her. Alex she judged to be in his mid fifties, balding and perhaps thirty pounds overweight, also with evidence of money, though his suit while expensive looking, it was ill fitting. Chad was was younger, late thirties or early forties. Handsome with close cropped dark hair that was greying at the temples. She noted both men wore wedding rings.

Richard said they had time for a drink, so she ordered a Manhattan, the server was the same woman that was at the bar when she and Richard met and the way she looked at Séverine, she believed the woman recognized her. On leaving the bartender caught her glance and she was sure that they remembered her, it unsettled her a bit to be recognized though.

Chad and Alex were silent after bidding Séverine and Richard good-bye till they left the room. Chad took a sip of his drink, "God, she's beautiful," he said with a little wistfulness in his voice. "A hooker," Alex grunted. "No, she can't be," Chad protested, taking out his phone. "What did Richard say her last name was?" "Silk," Alex replied. Chad searched for the name and after scrolling through the results, he declared, "I can't find a listing for that name."

At the curb there was a sedan parked at the end of the portico, with a valet holding the door open for her. She settled into the car and was taken by the interiors sumptuousness. By the time Richard got behind the wheel, she realized that it was a Rolls Royce. "Wow, this is nice," she nearly babbled, on the edge of losing her air of sophistication. "You like it then?" He asked. "Yes, very much, I've never been in a car like this," she replied, still a bit star struck.

As they pulled away from the curb, he slipped his hand between her thighs and squeezed the near one affectionately. At the stop light, he took an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. She took it, noting it felt much thicker than she expected, she then slipped it into an interior pocket of her bag. "Where are we dining?" She asked. "Balthazar, in SoHo," he answered, "are you familiar with it?" "Yes, I've had a drink there with friends on occasion."

Actually, she was in a mild panic as it was a semi-regular hang out with a few of her friends. There was a reasonably high probability that someone there would recognize her and surely one or more of the bartenders would. "Calm yourself girl, calm yourself," she told herself. "The worst thing that could happen is that someone would call her name or she'd confirm a suspicion that she was a golddigger."

No one she knew was there and if a staff recognized her, they didn't let on. Dinner was wonderful, except for sharing hor d' oeuvres, she'd never eaten there. They started with salad and then shared an order of oysters and Richard selected the wine parings. Her main course was the halibut while he had the NY Strip. For desert the shared the toffee pudding. A glass of cognac finished the dinner. There conversation, Mandy alluded to her financial problems, leaving out her parent problem, hoping that Richard would offer a solution, though she didn't ask for anything specific. Richard was empathetic, but non-committal, acknowledging the difficulty for students to attend a top school and escape with manageable debt.

A friend of Richard's has a gallery a few doors down from the restaurant and he wanted to stop and say hello. There had been an opening that evening that was nearing conclusion and after introducing Séverine around, he left her briefly to meet privately with his friend. After about forty minutes, the car was retrieved and they returned to the hotel.

Once again, Richard had a suite, but a different one this time, but Séverine revelled in its luxuriousness. In the room, both were ready for bed and romantic wrestling. He started by removing her lingerie as she removed her dress in the bathroom, including rolling down the stockings, kissing her inner thighs and legs as he went.

Séverine was learning why some women preferred older lovers, men who were willing to extend foreplay till the woman was fully aroused. Despite her being a pay date, he took his time and went down on her, licking and sucking her clit and fingering her vagina an anus. She orgasmed, the didn't believe she would and he kept her on the boil for several minutes. They cuddled for a bit and then he began to kiss her breasts, she began to become aroused again. She went down on him, sucking on his cock till it was hard and then she put a condom on. This night he was gentle with her as they rolled in the bed, he ejaculated into the latex and after trips for each to the bath they went to sleep.

Both woke about five, Richard with a serious case of Morning Wood, that Séverine was more than happy to cure. He had a meeting at seven, so there wasn't much time for love making. After the quicky he got up, showered and shaved and was out of the room by six-fifteen.

Mandy lolly gagged in bed till seven, when she got up showered and dressed. Looking at the mirror and the reflection of herself in the cocktail dress, Mandy wished she had something else to wear, or the weather was conducive to an outer coat. What did her aunt write about having something casual to wear when leaving a hotel in the morning?

As the elevator reached the lobby, Mandy put on her sunglasses, took a deep breath and commenced her walk of shame across the lobby, passing a couple of dozen, mostly men, milling around. Fortunately there was a waiting taxi that she quickly ducked into. As the cab crossed the city, Mandy reached into her bag and felt the envelope, wondering how much money was there.

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 27 days ago

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Bianca is a 25-year-old software writer and escort from Toronto, Ontario. She was born in Hamilton, Ontario and lived in Dublin, Ireland for many years. She likes cash, properly compiled HTML and four star or higher hotels. She dislikes claims of latex allergies.

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 1 month ago

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"Do you share her?"

The older man asked of the younger man as he and the girl began to depart the window seats. The older man caught sight of the girl's collar, inch wide leather with a D ring, nothing discrete about their relationship. The girl had glanced at the elder man and when their eyes made contact, she lowered hers in shame.

At the older man's question the girl's eyes got wide and they turned to panic when she heard her master/boy friend respond, "not yet." The girl was about twenty, the guy perhaps a couple of years older. They had been dating for a few months and had begun to explore power exchange in their relationship and today was the first time she had worn the collar in public.

"I'm Charles", the older man introduced himself, addressing the younger man. Charles was sixty-ish with close cropped grey hair and emerging widow's peaks. He was trim and carried himself with a military bearing. "And you," he continued asking the younger man his name. "Will," the younger man replied. Charles looked over at the girl and while he ran the back of his right index finger along her cheek, he asked, "And your slut's name?" The girl's eyes grew wide again, while they flitted about the room, trying to see if others were listening. Will was tall, slim and good looking with piercing blue eyes and longish, wavy dark hair.

Will nearly guffawed at the man's mention of slut, "this is Allison, hmmm, slut Allison, he replied. The girl looked down and absorbed the commentary, while quietly feeling the buds of pleasure emerging. Allison was small, maybe five foot, two with long, wavy brown hair, with eyes to match. Slim, with small breasts, a classic spinner, if you will.

"Please don't leave," Charles asked, "I'd like to get to know you two." Will and Allison sat back down. Will noted that that the older man had wrested control of the conversation, but didn't resist. He was realizing the he could learn much from this man. Charles asked about their relationship, how long, when was she collared, does he whip her? No, then how is she punished for disobedience? Will's head spun at the questions and he realized that there was no plan for moving forward with Allison, simply stumbling from one episode to the next.

Allison sat quietly with her eyes down, the anxiety was welling up inside her, she knew that something was going to happen to her and she was scared and excited. She also needed to pee. "Sir," she addressed Will without looking at him, only in his direction, "may I have your permission to use the toilet." Allison hoped that she got this right, while Will was surprised by the submissiveness. Charles lips widened in a small smile, "good girl," he thought. "Yes, of course," Will stammered.

With her eyes down, she turned toward Charles, "I hope you will excuse me? She asked. "Of course Allison," he replied. The coffeehouse was long and narrow with the toilet at the far end of the room. It was in use, so she needed to wait and looked back at the two men. "Oh god," she thought, "what am I in for."

A man came out of the toilet and she avoided looking at him. Inside she peed and when finished began to frantically masturbate and quickly orgasmed. When the spasm passed, she smelled and tasted her fingers. "God that felt good," she thought.

While she was gone, Will agreed to share her with Charles, the thought of another man fucking her excited him. Just as Allison was to take her seat, Charles directed her to remain standing and then addressing Will, "May I examine her?" Will, nodded affirmatively.

"Face me," Charles directed Allison, she turned her body to face him and her ran his hand along her face, brushing a wisp of hair behind her ear. "You are quite pretty Allison, do you know that?" He asked. She stammerd "yes, no, umm." She didn't know how to answer, and knew she could be punished if she answered incorrectly. His thumb passed over her lips, which she parted slightly, this brought a smile to his face but he said nothing. The hand continued to trace along the side of her neck and then along her breasts, which he fondled, one then the next. Allison knew the two women that worked at the coffeehouse were watching as they assisted customers. Charles' hand continued its path along her body till it reached her hip. "Spread your feet apart," he instructed her. She had been standing at attention with her heels together. She moved her feet several inches apart. He ran his hand along her inner thigh and then cupped her crotch. "Would you like to give me that," he asked? Allison stammered again, "If, if, um, Sir Will desires it, I will gladly give you my, ummm, ah, pussy sir. Charles smiled once again and shot a glance at Will who also smiled.

"Now, turn around," he instructed. She did and became aware that two women her age and an older man were intently watching her humiliation while the man fondled her ass. "Does she have a safe word," the man asked Will. Asparagus," Will replied. The man nodded, "Allison," he began, "when you want to stop, for whatever reason, what do you say? Asparagus Sir, she replied.

The man, to Will, "may I correct her on something." Will curious as to what, nodded affirmatively. "Allison," the man began, "whenever you are asked anything, answer a question about yourself, you need to preference it by referring to yourself as Slut Allison. Now Allison, what is your safe-word." Everything was happening so fast and she felt lost, after a few seconds in a soft, trembling voice, she answered,"Slut Allison's safe-word is Asparagus."

"Shall we go," Charles asked and Will agreed with Allison saying nothing, lost in her thoughts as to what might happen to her. As they walked, Allison knew that she would have sex with the man and that Will would join them. She wondered if they would restrain her and how? "Would she be whipped?" The thought of that excited her.

They walked a few blocks as the dying, late day sun turned to dusk. At the Residence Inn, they entered and walked past the desk and the Happy Hour bar, to the elevator. Charles had a corner suite, on the upper floor. There was a kitchenette as you came through the door, the living area had windows on two sides that caught the fading sun and overlooked a block used for parking.

In the room, Charles offered Will a drink and ignored Allison, she said nothing. "Will, may I have your permission molest Allison" Will nodded, "of couse, it would be my pleasure." Charles turned to Allison, who just wanted to melt, "Do I have your permission to take what ever liberties that I choose with you and your body, limited only by your invocation of your safe word." "Yes, you do sir, Slut Allison serves at your pleasure," she replied. "What is your safe word," he asked. "Slut Allison's safe-word is Asparagus," she replied.

Charles, put his drink on the end table and then suggested to Will that he take a seat on the couch. Taking a couple throw cushions from the chairs, Charles placed them on the coffee table. Turning to Allison, he instructed her to remove her clothes.

She did in silence and mild embarrassment under the stares of the men. First the knee high boots she wore, then the sweater, followed by the her jeans that were so tight that it was a struggle to get out of them. Next she unbuttoned her blouse. As she stood there in her bra, panties and stockings, Charles admonished Will. "Will, if you going to take your slut out and perhaps share her, you need to see that she wears proper undergarments, these sports bras and granny panties don't cut it.

"Continue," Charles directed her. She removed her bra, then the panties. As she began to roll down the stocking, he told her to leave those on. He motioned toward the coffeetable, "get on all fours." She did as instructed and looked at Will, whose eyes were electric with anticipation.

Charles walked around the table several times, touching her in different places, occassionally pinching her or giving her a slap. He stopped at her face and again ran his thumb over her lips. They parted and he slid his thumb in her mouth, which she began to suck on. He removed his thumb and inserted two fingers, this time pumping her face rather than letting her suck.

Walking around her, he began to finger her pussy and then her anus, inserting first, one then two fingers. Her anus was tight and fought against his fingers. "She's an anal virgin," Charles exclaimed, "We can fix that," Charles stated as he walked into the bedroom and returned with a large butt plug and some lube. As he began to insert it, she let out a moan of pain, punctuated with please, please, please.

He began fingering her and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was wet to start and only had become wetter as he toyed with her. With her juice now dripping from her vagina and onto the table top. When he stopped, she begged for him to continue. But it was time for her to service him.

He loosened his belt and released his cock that he offered to her mouth. She took it greedily and Charles noted again how much of a slut she was. He had been looking forward to fucking her and doggy was as good a place as any to start. He was amazed how wet she was and how quickly she became aroused.

Anticipating the tightness of her anus, Charles pulled out the plug, holding it for several seconds at its widest point, before removing it and plunging his cock into the orifice. She let out a cry, moaning oh god, oh god as tears streamed down her face.

Charles looked over at Will, whose cock was out and being lightly stroked in his hand. "Come join us," he invited and Will did, by starting with face fucking her till she began gagging. They moved her to the couch to double penetrate her, each taking their turn on her tight ass and for that matter her tight pussy, as she'd been a virgin only a few weeks before meeting Will.

They finished by ejaculating on her face. Charles brought them water and offered her the use of the shower, unless Will wanted to take her out in public covered in semen. He told her to go take a shower and then he did as well.

After they left, Charles poured himself another drink and considered what he wanted for dinner.

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 1 month ago

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1. Le chagrin de Glycère

GLYCERE Do you know, Glycere, that Acharnian soldier who formerly entertained Abroton, and who was afterwards my lover; that man always dressed in purple, and clad in a chlamys? Do you remember him, or have you forgotten him?

THAIS No, my little Glycere; I know him well: he celebrated on the day of the Granges. But what? You wanted, it seems to me, to say something about him.

GLYCERE Gorgone, that hussy, whom I thought was my friend, charmed him, and took him away from me.

THAIS He no longer comes to you? Has he then taken Gorgone for a mistress?

GLYCERE Alas! yes, my dear Thaïs, and it pains me greatly.

THAIS It is a great wickedness, my little Glycere: but you must have expected it a little. This is a trick we courtesans play on each other quite often. You must not be upset about it, nor reproach Gorgon for it, for Abroton has not done so the first time on this subject. But what astonishes me is that he can find any attraction in Gorgon; for, unless he is quite blind, he must have noticed that she has very little hair left, still far from her forehead. Her lips are livid, and as pale as those of a dead man. Her neck is thin, her veins large, her nose long. Only she is tall and well-made, and she smiles in a very engaging way.

GLYCERUS You think, then, that it is her beauty that this Acharnian is in love with? Do you not know that her mother is the sorceress Chrysarion? This woman is skilled in enchantments, she makes the moon descend to the earth: it is even said that she flies away during the night. It is she who made this man fall in love by making him drink some philtre, and now they are plucking him.

THAIS And you, my little Glycera, you will pluck another. Go, think no more of that one.

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 2 months ago

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The Morning After

Mandy woke just after six, she tried rolling over, but needed to pee badly, so she got up. After peeing and showering, she made coffee, checked her phone and texted her bestie to confirm breakfast at nine-thirty.

Sitting on her bed she took the money from her purse and counted it again, before folding one bill and putting it in her wallet. She feared using one hundred dollar bills as walking around money would draw too much attention, so she decided to use one for groceries, load a couple on to a debit card and deposit the rest in the bank.

Her Thursday was busy, besides breakfast and grocery shopping, she had a piano lesson to give in Tribeca and then come back for a guitar student at a studio on campus. After that she had a standing Thursday night gig at a piano bar on the upper west side.

Megan, her girlfriend was waiting for her when she arrived at the café. They hugged and found a sidewalk table and exchanged a few minutes of small talk, till her friend mischievously said, "I want to hear about last night, everything, and I do me everything," drawing out the everything for effect.

Mandy blushed, looked around and in a soft voice told of the events of the previous evening. What she wore, showing up at the King Cole Bar, Kevin standing her up, barking at Richard and how she decided she would fuck him before he asked. Leaving out the money discussion, she gave Megan a word for word rendition of the proposition, which both women giggled over. More in allusion than detail, Mandy described the sex and the events in his suite. "Is he married," Megan asked with a raised eyebrow. Mandy nodded affirmatively and Megan, said "Oh you slut," with a smile on her face, "a man your father's age and married."

Then, being serious, Megan asked if she would see him again. Mandy paused before answering looking out into the street and then lowering her eyes to avoid Megan's gaze, she whispered, "yes, I plan to if he calls."

On her way back to the apartment, Mandy stopped for a few groceries, some bread, fruits and vegetables, along with a chicken breast. After putting it away she noted the time and knew she needed to hurry if she was going to be on time for her lesson.

Her gig at the piano bar went well, the bar was crowed and a bit rowdy with a larger than normal crowd hanging around the piano and joining her in song. Tip wise, she had a good night taking home just over three hundred dollars, to which she added a Benjamin from her lingerie drawer.

During the subway ride home, alone with her thoughts, Mandy began ruminating about her financial situation. While in school, her parents had been paying her rent, but this summer Mandy decided to stay in NYC rather than go home to Philadelphia, as her parents expected/demanded and they refused to pay her rent for the summer. Mandy paid the rent, nearly twelve thousand dollars for the summer session, adding it to her student loan. But now they were threatening not to pay her rent during her final two semesters. If that were the case, she could own nearly two hundred, thousand dollars after graduation.

Since she was twelve, Mandy had been engaged in a intermittent rebellion with her parents who were very conservative and religious. They believed that daughters should live at home till they are married and that the parents should have a large say in choosing the husband. Unlike her sister, who simply nodded, said yes mom and dad and then did as she pleased. Mandy would argue and fight with them before doing as she pleased. Of course the rebellion had them watching her like a hawk and she got caught for more often than her sister.

Mostly she lost, not scoring a victory till it came time to choose a college. Her parents demanded that she choose a school in Philadelphia and live at home, her sister having chosen Penn. Mandy said no, she was going to either USC, Berkeley or Stanford. They told that they'd refuse to pay for it and Mandy said fine, then she wouldn't go to college, but would get a job after high school and move out. They relented, asking only that she choose a school in the northeast, which is how she ended up at NYU.

Home again, Mandy doffed her dress and bra, putting on long tee-shirt and after filling a tumbler with gin and tonic, she went up on the roof of her building and watched the city's lights.

Yes, she'd continue to see Richard as long as he was interested, hopefully, he consider keeping her as a mistress. If that ended she'd seek a different sugar daddy or even escort. Her gigging and teaching was enough for her expenses, except for housing and tuition, she knew she needed another, larger source of income. She thought of her Aunt Esme, now a successful and respected business woman that survived financially during her post college years, as a gentleman's companion, which is how she decribed herself. If Esme could do it, Mandy told herself that she could as well.

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 2 months ago

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 2 months ago

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An Evening at the St Regis

As the taxi pulled up to the entry to the St Regis, Amanda checked the time, "five minutes late, good timing girl," she thought. Her plans for the evening was to meet a handsome, wealthy if unreliable guy, for a evening out and hopefully to get fucked till she couldn't walk. A doorman opened the car's door as she paid the fare and she exited and walked toward the entry of the King Cole Bar.

Entering the room, there was no sign of Kevin, her erstwhile date. There were three empty chairs at the right end of the bar, she took the middle one and when the bartender inquired for her drink order, she asked for a martini.

Amanda was twenty-one, a want-to-be musician and a soon to be senior at NYU. It was mid-May and finals were over and she was feeling loose and carefree.

Settling into the middle chair, she sipped her vodka martini. She repeatedly checked her phone, looking at word from Kevin. Though she chose not to reach out to him. Mandy had been so engrossed in her phone, she hadn't noticed the older gentleman that slid into the chair to her right. After observing her for a moment, he asked, "have you been stood-up?"

She glared at him, "what business is it of yours," then her phone pinged, it was Kevin, announcing, something came up. "Bastard," she muttered, then looking at the man, she apologized for snapping at him and acknowledged that she'd been stood-up. "His inconsideration can perhaps my, our opportunity, he said with a smile. Mandy blushed, a bit and said, "we'll see." "What's your name," he asked and she ignored the question.

Richard had been finishing a phone call in the lobby when he saw her walk in. "Damn beautiful," he thought, apprising her, Red cocktail dress, full fashioned hosiery, and heels one shouldn't be able to walk in, gorgeous. He wondered if she were simply a heavenly creature or better, a hooker. Finishing his call, he followed in her direction and seeing her at the bar, took the adjacent seat.

As they talked Mandy, studied him. When she and her sister were about 16, their aunt, a successful business woman and once an infamous Parisian courtesan, regaled them with how to determine the truly wealthy men from those who were merely successful. The large, watch with many complications, the hand-tailored suit and the impeccable grooming. Importantly this guy checked all those boxes and more. He was older, perhaps fifty, but handsome and what difference would that make for a one-night-stand she thought.

She asked him, his name and what he did, his name was Richard and he owned a number of automobile dealerships in the mid-Atlantic states. Mandy remember that an uncle, a Wall Street banker saying that car dealerships were cash cows.

She turned in her chair toward him and they began to seriously flirt. His hand went to her knee and she did nothing to indicate he should remove it. The hand moved between her knees and a few inches up her thigh. Mandy responded by rubbing his shin with her foot. So trampish she thought, but...

He asked for her name again, not wanting to give him her real name, she replied with a pseudonym, Séverine Silk. He noted that Séverine was French and asked if there was any significance? Making it up as she went along Mandy told him that her parents came to the US as students from France and stayed. Séverine was her great grandmother's name.

When the expected proposition came, it did so with a twist, he asked about her fee. Mandy knew that she should be insulted, but she wasn't, in fact after learning about her aunt's past, she was curious about it and the experience. Except as a fantasy, she hadn't considered it, but always regretted freaking out when she was propositioned by a handsome guy in a coffeehouse off Washington Square when she was a freshman. Now she was being presented with a second chance.

Her attention shifted to the mural behind the bar, "did you know that the mural was painted by Maxfield Parrish", she asked him. He nodded affirmatively, wondering where this was going. "And that the visage of King Cole is of John Jacob Astor, while the other characters are his courtiers, who are twittering because the old man passed gas." "No," he exclaimed, "is that true?" She shrugged, and added "that's the legend, but there is also a lesson." What's that? He asked. "One should never cross an artist, lest one finds oneself immortalized in a disagreeable fashion," she replied. He smiled, but before he could comment, she continued, her eyes still perusing the mural, "what is your room number?" "Fifteen, fifty," he replied a bit confused. Focusing her gaze directly at him, she told him, "fifteen hundred has a nice sound to it."

Richard excused himself and when he returned he suggested that they go to his room. While clearing the tabs, he asked that a bottle of Champagne be sent up. While the bartender was pleased with his tip, he was disappointed that he'd lost the bet with a server, she having bet that Mandy was a prostitute. In the elevator, they were silent during the ride, while Richard slipped the folded bills into her hand.

He unlocked the door to the room, a suite actually and Amanda excused herself and went into the bathroom. There she counted the money and placed it in her purse. Looking at herself in the mirror she felt a little sick. "Mandy are you really going to go through with this?" She asked herself, knowing the answer was yes.

She helped herself to the mouthwash on the sink and then touched up her makeup and lipstick, then after taking a deep breath, went into the living room. The Champagne had arrived and Richard was opening the bottle and filling the glasses. Amanda sat down on the couch and watched as he carried the glasses toward her and sat down as well.

He offered a toast to their evening and they took a drink. Later, she would chalk it up to nervousness that overcame her shyness, but Mandy proceeded to carry on the conversation over the room's decor, which amused him. He moved closer to her and she turned towards him and when their knees touched, he put his arm around her and pulled her toward him. They kissed, open mouthed and wet. He placed his hand on her inner thigh and moved it up her leg. She offered no resistance and was feeling the desire welling up inside her. When his fingers found the bare flesh above her stocking to she let out a sigh.

She straddled him, they kissed again and again, till she slipped to knees on the floor and loosened his belt. While she pulled out his cock, he removed his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. She took him into her mouth for a few strokes then pulled back and examined his tool. Firm a nice size, both in length and girth. She tried to deep-throat him, but couldn't quite, till he pressed the back of her head till she began gagging. He held her there for several seconds while the gagging lessened. Releasing her caused a mess that she cleaned with her tongue. When she stopped to gather herself, he pulled her up and he kissed her wet lips. She then stood up and walked toward the bedroom, undressing as she went.

When she reached to room she laid on the bed and waited for him. He followed dropping his clothes at the end of the bed. She looked up at him, "Are you ready to fuck me and fuck me hard?" She asked. He smiled and roughly rolled her over and removed her panties. Holding them up he sniffed the crotch.

"You like it rough?" He confirmed, she nodded, but now concerned with what she may have gotten herself into. He reached down and wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed till she began to choke and then he relaxes his grip till she breathed only to tighten it again. "On your hands and knees whore," he orders her. "Tell me where do you want it," he demands. She simpers, "I don't care." "Tell me," he demands again slapping hard enough on the ass that his palm print is now outlined in red on her flesh.

Mandy knew that she had lost control of the situation, but she didn't fear him. She muttered something. "What did you say?" He demanded, slapping her ass even harder. Crying now, she begged him to fuck her in the ass, which he did after putting on a condom.

Finished, she gathered her things and went into the bathroom. There she took a quick shower to clean herself and brushed the dried semen from her hair. After fixing her makeup, she dressed and rejoined him in the living room. He offered her some Champagne and she accepted. "I hope that I wasn't too rough? He asked, "you seemed somewhat fearful." She admitted that she had been beyond her comfort zone, but that was on her. Quiet for a moment, they both sipped the Champagne, "this isn't something that you regularly do is it?" He asked. "No, it was my first time," she replied, "when you asked about my fee, I thought why not."

He asked how he could reach her if he wanted to see her again. That was a problem, as she didn't want to give her anything that would reveal her identity. "I'll need to get back to you with that," she replied and took his information. They chatted for a few minutes and she left.

In the taxi, she checked her messages, her bestie was inquiring as to how her date was going and letting her know that the gang was going to close the dive bar around the corner from her apartment, if she wanted to join them. She replied that she'd see her in the morrow and that she had a story to tell. Though she would leave out the part about the financial transaction.

#Soiled Doves and other Adventurers #infidelity #Escorting

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 2 months ago

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#Soiled Doves and other Adventurers #infidelity

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soileddovesandotheradventurers · 2 months ago

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An Assignation

He handed me the snifter of cognac and retreated to the fire place, pacing slowly in front of it. I kicked off my heels and tucked my legs under me on the tufted and buttoned, leather chair, letting my skirt ride up to expose my stocking top and a small line of flesh. For weeks he had made it apparent that he wanted to fuck me, but I held him at bay alternately pushing him away and giving him hope. There was business to transact and no diddling your partner till she had what she wanted.

That evening the contracts were signed at a meeting in his office with the principals, their seconds and attorneys in attendance. As the meeting was breaking up, he helped me with my coat and I coyly suggested that we go for a drink. He agreed and I told him that I would wait for him in the lobby. I needed to discharge my second and attorneys.

I waited for him in the buildings lobby, the others having left and my friend waiting a discreet time before coming down. As we started down the sidewalk, he mentioned that he had an apartment nearby, and we could go there. Of course it was OK, it was near perfect, fewer prying eyes.

To describe the apartment as a man cave, was to diminish how masculine it was, oversized leather furniture, dark woods and paint. "I take it that your wife doesn't spend much time here," I opined. He laughed and replied, "almost never, when she and the kids aren't in Aix en Provence they are at the house in Versailles. I prefer here, when they are in the south. Close to the office and several places to eat or have a drink.

Not that I find him particularly attractive, but he has advantages that can benefit me, namely wealth and contacts. That he's married should keep him from being a pest or it least make it lucrative if he is. Eventually, he would ask me if it bothered me that he was married. I told him, "not at all, that married was my favorite male condition."

As he leaned against the mantle, we chatted about nothing important. I sensed he was a bit nervous as he quickly downed his cognac. "Another," he asked. I nodded affirmatively, though I barely had any of the first. He took my glass and emptied it into the sink and poured another dropping a couple of ice cubes into the liquid. He poured his and carried the snifters to me. After handing me my glass, he ran his fingers through my hair and along the side of my face.

I put the glass down, looked up at him and told him, "You work fast," while I ran my hand up his inner thigh. Repositioning myself, I took out his tool, such as it is, and sucked him. Shortly thereafter, we retired to the bed for some uninspiring sex and around one, I asked him to call me a taxi. "You can stay," he said. "I never stay," was my reply.

The car was an Uber and my friend had picked up the fare, so I gave the driver an address a block from my own. I'd rather keep my comings and goings out of that database.

My dog got his walk and I planned to sleep in.

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Stockings

“Darn,” Tammy said as she ran her fingers over the run in her nylons, “These were new this morning.”

He just stood there having a guy moment and then shrugged, “You’ll need to replace them.” He was married and looking for something on the side and she was between boyfriends and found married men convenient at such times, since being a single mom limited her social opportunities. “Would you mind if I stopped on the way back to buy a new pair?” She asked. “Not at all,” he replied. They left the restaurant and walked up the street to Macy’s. The sun shone bright it was in the nineties and it was only early June. “If this keeps up it could be a scorching summer.” He said. “And I don’t have air conditioning at the house.” She commented, “but I really like the hot weather.”

They turned into the doorway and he opened and held the door for her and she stepped through. He had noticed that she had a habit of walking with her arms folded in front of her, he wondered why. They stepped into the cool, conditioned air. “Feels good.” He commented. She nodded and walked toward the department. As he followed his eyes drifted down to her ass. Tammy was about 5-5, shapely in a 50’s movie star kind of manner. Though he conceded to himself that her breasts might be a bit small for that role. Near the cosmetic department was a rack of stockings. She began to peruse the panty hose looking for her brand and size, arms across her chest as usual when he reached out and lifted a package from the rack and handed it to her. “Try those,” he said. They were a pair of thigh highs. “I still need the proper size.” She told him smiling and exchanged the packages. After paying she asked the clerk where the women’s room was and told him she’d be right back. When she came out he asked how they felt. “Odd,” she said, “I’ve never worn these before. He walked her back to her building and bussed her on the cheek as they said goodbye.

His afternoon meetings finished he glanced at his watch, 4 PM. He began thinking of Tammy as he looked out the window and wondered…so he picked up the phone and called her. “This is a surprise, seeing and hearing from you in the same day,” she said. “So how are the stockings working out?” He asked. She squirmed a bit in her chair pulling her legs together, “I kind of like them, they’re cooler than panty hose.” Then she looked to see if anyone was near and lowered her voice dropping it an octave also; “I like being able to rub my thighs together,” she said breaking into a giggle. He coughed and then laughed at her comment. They talked another minute and he was thinking. He knew that she lived in the south, central suburbs and most likely parked at the 64th St transit station, which was not far from his office. “Do you park at 64th?” He asked. “Uh huh,” was her reply. “We could meet for a drink at McKendrick’s and maybe have dinner?” he asked. She was quiet for a moment, she wanted to. She liked him and wouldn’t mind seeing this develop. “I’ll need to see if my mother can take care of Katie. Let me check on that and I’ll get back with you.”

She knew her mother would unless there was another commitment. Tammy’s Mom wanted her to find a man and settle down, and was more than willing to help by taking Katie. Tammy's mother didn’t need to know that this guy was spoken for. Fifteen minutes later his phone rang, it was Tammy. They would meet at McKendrick’s at quarter to six. Tammy hung up and without replacing the receiver he depressed the switch hook and made another call. A woman answered, “Hi honey, Lou’s in town and I'm meeting with him and Bob for dinner and a few drinks. Do you mind?” She didn’t, she trusted him. She knew he’d likely be late so she told him a few things that she felt he needed to know and they said good-by and she told him to have a good time. He hung up the phone and felt bad for a few seconds but that passed as he thought of Tammy in the thigh highs.

As planned, he arrived before she did and they had a drink at the bar, while waiting for their table. As she entered, he noticed that she had changed her shoes from the near flats she wore at lunch to a pair of pumps with 3 1/2" heels. He approved. Finally the hostess brought them to a U-shaped, banquette in back. Very private, perfect, he thought.

They sat next to the other at the back of booth, looking out into the bar and exchanged to occasional kiss, while leaning into each other and talking like a pair of conspirators. Dinner was ordered and consumed and as the conversation came to a lull, he propositioned her.

"Perhaps we can take a room..." he suggested. She smiled and looked away for a second before responded. " I'd like that, but you're married. Beside the sex, what's in it for me." While running her foot along his leg.

"An enticement," he asked?" "Enticement is such a nice word," she replied. But in truth her stomach was churning, she hated that she was doing this. "Would five-hundred do," he asked and she nodded affirmatively in response.

He excused himself to go to a cash machine and book a room at the hotel next door. While he was gone, Tammy finished her drink and ran through her mind all the reasons that this was OK. It all came down to needing the money. Her salary barely paid the regular bills and her car would soon need tires. Besides, he was an attractive, nice guy that without her financial straits, may have fucked him anyway.

After visiting a cash machine and checking into the hotel, he returned to Tammy and paid the restaurant bill. The restaurant had an entrance off the hotel lobby that wasn't visible from the desk, providing discrete access to the elevators. Neither spoke till they entered the room and he placed the cash next to the TV.

Tammy picked it up and went into the bathroom, when she returned she wore only her underwear, stockings and heels. "Nice undies," he commented. "It's my one extravagant indulgent," she answered, walking towards him sitting on the couch . She put a foot on the couch beside him, he sat up a kissed her inner thigh above the hosiery.

Straddling him they began to kiss. Slipping off the couch to the carpet, she undid his pants and pulled out his cock and began nibbling and licking it. They moved to the bed, he removed her bra and panties and sheepishly asked her to leave the heels on, that made her smile.

It was his turn to take action, he began kissing her breasts, taking one nipple then the other between his lips, teasing her with little bits. He glided down her body, kissing her as he went till he was kissing her on each side of her vagina and then found the wet center as he worked his tongue on her clitoris, while sliding two fingers inside her.

Tammy didn't expect to be aroused, she planned to fake it, but for then, didn't need to, he was enthusiastic. He moved her to her hands and knees and continued to play with her clit, stopping finally to put on a condom and push his cock into her. They moved to different positions, till he was behind her again and began to finger her anus, then pressing his cock against. "No, please no," she gasped and he obliged and entered her vagina again.

After ejaculating, they laid entangled for a time, she said she needed to leave and she retreated to the bathroom, taking her things with her. When she came out, she was dressed. There was an an awkward silence and finally she asked if he'd see her again. He nodded affirmatively.

After she left, he took a whiskey nip from the courtesy bar and poured it into a glass, sat down and thought about the evening. While the evening proceeded unexpectedly, her situation wasn't a shock, he'd known another young woman, ten years earlier, who had a few men assist her financially in exchange for her favors. Wryly, he thought, "I was too poor to one of them." Now was different, he could afford this dalliance and it could be far less complicated than having a girlfriend on the side.

It was nearly eleven when Tammy got home, her mother assured her that the child was fine and that they had a wonderful evening. She then looked in on the child who asked, "Mommy is that you?" Tammy went and sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her daughters hair and whispered to her, till she fell asleep.

She got herself a glass of wine and went to her bedroom, placing the cash in her jewelry box. Seeing him once a month would be a help she thought and if it went on for a while even better. She hated finding the next benefactor.

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