Fat Tuesday

The evening before Ash Wednesday. I confess self-mortification was not on my mind.

I spent the night of Fat Tuesday in a hotel room near the airport. Tina at the agency suggested “Jessica.” An hour later, there was a knock on my door.  I opened it and saw a young, petite brunette in a leather jacket and black mini skirt. After introducing ourselves, we sat on the bed. She’s relatively new to the profession. I asked her how she liked escorting.

“It’s better than I thought it’d be. It helps if you like sex!”

I confessed to being a bit nervous with someone I hadn’t seen before. She responded that hiring an escort shouldn’t produce anxiety since you’re going to get what you paid for. Then she unzipped my pants and slid her hand down my boxers. I began to kiss her and remove her clothes. I grabbed her tits and sucked on her nipples. Soon she was fingering herself.

“I’m so fucking horny!” she squealed.

My mouth made its way down her smooth stomach to her shaved mons pubis. My tongue entered her pussy. She was noticeably wet. I went down on her. She moaned.

She rose from the bed, then dropped to her knees in front of me. After teasing my balls, she flashed me a smile. She teased the head of my cock with her lips, then took me deep into her mouth. After several minutes of her servicing me, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I erupted in her mouth. Some of my cum spilled onto her chin.

She excused herself to the bathroom to spit. When she returned, we lay down on the bed and made out some more. She reached for a condom. I bent her over the bed. She begged me to spank her pert ass.

SMACK!

“I really need you to fuck me,” she pleaded.

I penetrated her and started fucking her from behind. As we went at it, her loud moans and cries of “Fuck me!” and “Yes!” filled the room. I have no doubt that whoever was in the room next door heard her. (I mischievously hoped it was a mom and dad tasked with explaining it to their kids.)