Satisfy Me

My eyes stared at the e-mail. There before me was a phone number. My curiosity got the better of me. The voice on the other line tells me this is an all male escort service. Stunned, I rapidly hang up the phone.
*
It had been four nights in a row that Brian hadn't come home before three o'clock in the morning and been gone before I woke up at my usual eight am.
No longer being able to stand I decide to give the number from my e-mail a call.
After some very personal questions and payment of course, the woman on the other end of the phone gave me a date, a place and a time, telling me that I only needed to bring was myself. The meeting was all set for seven o'clock pm Sunday at the Hilton hotel.
I walked into the hotel. The guy at the desk gives me a key card telling me I'm in room 1017. I thank him kindly then make my way to the elevators. I press the button calling the car to the lobby.
The elevator car comes quickly. My finger doesn't hesitate to push the button marked ten. Riding up to the tenth floor seems to take no time at all.
I step off the elevator. Signs direct me to go left. Room 1017 is before me. Pulling the key from my pocket I open the door and step inside. My nerves damn near suffocate me as I close the door behind myself.
Escort's Pov:
I was running a little late. I knew the client would already be in the room when I arrived which annoyed me. I preferred to arrive first that way I could set up what ever I needed.
Making my way across the lobby to the desk I again find myself annoyed having to wait behind a few people.
Finally, I think to myself when I reach the desk. "Room 1017. Have a good day sir." I give a polite nod as I take the key. Thankfully luck hadn't completely abandoned me today, a crowd comes out of the elevator allowing me to step on.
Opening the bag I double check to make sure I have everything. I nod when my mental check list is complete.
The elevator dings the doors opening revealing my floor. A sign tells me to reach the room I'm looking for I should go left so I go left.
With the knowledge of what the client's interests are I choose to put the mask on before entering the room.
I close the door. My eyes scan the room. The client is sitting on the bed. I squeeze my eye lids together. Giving myself a quick pep talk then open my eyes.
The woman turns to look at me. Her eyes are full of nerves but I can also see the curiosity underneath. "I've never done this before." She tells me.
I nod my head already knowing that to be true. Clearing my throat I prepair to talk. "Nothing needs to happen if you don't want it to."
I stood there for a few minutes. I found myself well and trully unsure of how to precede. It was the first time that it's ever happened to me and I was damn sure not going to be thrown for a loop.
"Can I kiss you?" She mumbled the question so quietly I wasn't sure I had heard her. However when I found her staring at me expectancy in her gaze I knew she had in fact asked me. A quick glance down at my vacant wedding finger gave me the answer. I nod my head giving my client the permission she sought. She climbs off the bed making her way over to me. Stretching up she presses her lips questioningly against mine. She pulls back to gauge my reaction. Leaning forward her lips touch mine harder this time. Our lips move together twisting and turning to touch every inch of the other.
I pull back. "There are a few rules before we go any further. Rule one, the mask will not be coming off. Rule two, if you touch my bare skin you are not allowed to look. Are we clear?" There was no doubt that she wanted to ask why. It was clearly written on her face. All she said was, "I understand." Silently I thanked whoever assisted just then because I was expecting the exact opposite.
Not giving myself a chance to change my mind I grab her face bringing our lips together. My tongue swipes across her bottom lip.
There is no hesitation as she opens her mouth right away for me. Leisurely I explore every millimeter of her mouth. She moans when I stroak her tongue with mine. Our tongues begin a interlude to a sensual dance that will be played out by our entire bodies.
Reaching down my hand fondle her breasts. The heal of her hand rubbing over my clothed half masted erection nearly causes me to loose focus.
My hands travel under her dress exploring her skin all the while inching the dress up her body so I could remove it. Her bra and panties soon join creating a nice clothing pile.
A light shove has her falling onto the bed. Her legs opening showing me she's ready. My cock is begging for freedom.
I grasp the zipper of my pants and slide it down. Reaching inside I pull my dick out through the opening in my boxers.
Without a second thought I take the few steps over to the bed. "Open your legs wider." She doesn't have to be told a second time.
Taking my member in my hand I brush it up and down coating myself with her wetness. Lining myself up with her entrance I thrust just the tip inside.
Teasing her I repeat the process a few time driving her mad. Her legs wrap around my hips forcing me to push more into her. I don't hold back anymore, thrusting myself entirely into her pussy.
A growl shoots up my throat as her muscles clamp down on me. She flashes me a devious smile.
I grip her hip pulling her harder and faster against me.She moans out her enjoyment. I start a frantic rhythm working her closer to the impeding orgasm. Our skin makes a glorious slapping sound. The pad of my thumb makes ferocious circles around her clit.
Her cunt vices my cock so tight it's almost impossible to move. As her orgasm claims her, her body trembles. A few thrust later and I'm floating on the high only an orgasm can give.
I pull out. Her hands tangle in my hair pulling me to her. Our lips meet in sweet and appreciative kiss.
Her tongue traces my bottom lip. Just as I open my mouth her eyes widen.
"Matt?" Her tone is nothing short of acusatory. "Michelle I can explain." I offer. She holds her hand up stopping any chance for an explination.
"You are my ex brother in law.You were married to my twin sister. I-I-I-I h-h-have t-to go." She takes a breath. "I have to go." Her tone is firm. Michelle got dressed and left without so much as a glance back in my direction. I didn't miss how she said nothing about me being Brian's best friend and band mate.
Narrator's Pov:
Matt is over at Brian and Michelle's house for a bbq.
Michele is angry at Brian because he has done nothing to help with a bbq he wanted to throw and he had been an utter asshole ever since it started. Michelle was honestly unsure how much more she could stand.
To make matters worse when she tried to talk to Brian he tried to start a fight. Michelle walks into the house nearly at her wits end. Not paying attention to where she's going she bumps into someone. "Shit I'm so sorry." Michelle quickly apologizes trying her best to hide her shaky voice.
"Are you alright?" Michelle looks up. Matt's face reads nothing but genuine concern for her. She's about to shake her head telling Matt that she is alright when the tears start. Feeling absolutely embarrassed Michelle turns to leave.
Matt grabs her wrist. "Hey talk to me." Refusing to let go Matt leads them to the closet door which opens into the game room. Matt takes Michelle over to the small couch. They both sit. "Tell me what's wrong."
Michelle's Pov:
I explain to Matt how Brian has been acting today. I also tell him about the lateness of the hour when he comes.
The look on Matt's face is sympathetic. I could never say for sure why I did what I did next.
Leaning over I smash my lips against Matt's. My tongue shoves its way inside. Tangling my hands in his hair I tug him closer to me. Matt's hands grip my waist pulling me into his lap. Our tongues wrestle for dominance.
We both pull away gasping for breath. Standing up I shed my clothes with greatly impatient haste. I reach for Matt's hand. I place his hand just above my belly button. Slowly I slide it lower and lower pausing once it reaches my womanhood.
I bend each finger besides the index finger. Rubbing his rough finger over my smooth labia excites me even more. I trail Matt's finger farther. The moan I had been holding in escapes as Matt discovers how wet I am for him. Reluctantly I pull away from Matt all together. "Fuck me."
With eyes glazed completely over from lust Matt savagely rips his clothes off. He comes over to me pressing our lips to one anther in the briefest of kisses. Using his feet he spreads my legs far apart.
Matt places his hand in the middle of my back forcing me face down against the pool table. I feel Matt reach around parting my lips to see if I'm ready for him. My breath catches when he pinches my clit.
Matt rips me up by my hair. I scream out when his cock thrusts entirely into my pussy.

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