Hooker, Wife, For Life Read online

  Star must have realized what I had in mind because I saw her suddenly glance towards something on the table with the condoms beside the bed. Though I’d never seen anything like it before, I realized its purpose immediately. It was an oil heater powered by a light bulb. I put my selections on the pan and turned it on.

  While I was waiting I took a long moment just to admire Star’s bare back, rounded naked ass, and long shapely legs. With her face down in the pillow again I felt comfortable copping such a glance. Heck, that view alone was worth what I’d paid for this session.

  Then I had a thought, and went over to where Star had placed the fresh towels. I returned with a couple of bathsheet-sized, thick soft ones and laid them out alongside her body. With all this lotion and oil at hand, this was going to be messier than I’d planned. So why unnecessarily mess up those nice sheets.

  Star realized what I had in mind and moved over onto them without being prompted. Seeing the consideration I had for what was to come seemed to relax her a bit.

  By now the lotion and oil were body temperature. After testing each, I decided to go with the oil.

  Sitting down next to Star, I took a handful in one hand, and her right perfect foot in the other. This first touch of something other than her hand was every bit the thrill I’d hoped it would be. A touch you’d normally never get if you were just meeting her on the street.

  Now that I’d actually touched Star, I intended to always have at least one hand in contact with her body so that she’ll always know where I am. This is a crucial part of my technique.

  Feet can be extremely sensitive and responsive, and Star’s are no exception. I carefully explored every part of that first foot, spreading the warm scented oil over it and into her skin. I worked my way around and between each toe, and Star shivered as I ran my slick fingers up the inside of the arch that fit her high-heels to perfection. I took all the time I needed on that foot alone. You don’t do these things by the clock.

  The word “perfect” is the most overused—and misused—adjective around in this situation. Its synonyms of ideal, artful, faultless, and the rest aren’t much better. However, if you’re very, very lucky in life, you just may once find yourself in a situation where it seems the only appropriate word. Star is outstanding in every sense of the word. Just know that, while I try not to diminish these wonderful, powerful words by excessive use myself, she deserved this accolade.

  When I finished with her foot I kissed it, as I would with each part of her body before moving on to the next. From what little I could see of Star’s face from my present vantage point, she had a soft smile that secretly confessed that she might have already had her first, quiet orgasm.

  Next came her slim ankle, which got its full measure of attention. Women like being touched everywhere, as opposed to us men who normally want it most only one place. That’s why a woman can please a man so much more easily than the reverse. Star’s ankle was so slender that I could circle my thumb and forefinger completely around it.

  Her calf and lower leg are as smooth and firm as they look. She must be dancing when she isn’t hooking. Past her knee it took both my hands to surround her leg now. And I didn’t forget that often-missed spot behind the knee itself. I gave it an especially long kiss, and thought I heard a muffled giggle in response. I looked up quickly to see a glance of appreciation from this incredible woman.

  When I finally reached the top of this leg, I didn’t continue on to her ass, much as it tempted me, or to her by-now-ready sex. One secret I do know is that the more something is ignored while desirable attention is paid around it, the more sensitive and receptive that missing part becomes. This approach also tells a woman that there aren’t going to be any shortcuts. Star is going to get everything I promised her.

  I started on the second foot, and just as slowly worked my way up her second leg. That’s only being fair to it. When I finally got to the top, after coming so close on her especially ticklish inner leg, I finally made my move onto the rounded hills of that tanned ass that never seems to have seen a tan-line in its life.

  This is the first of the danger areas. Places where a woman may well be uncomfortable being touched by a stranger. Such a reaction may well be beyond her control, even when she wishes otherwise. In fact I’m certain many of the women out front wouldn’t have gone at all for what I wanted to do here. Or priced it at a small fortune while still being as uncomfortable as heck through it all. But Star was taking it in stride.

  I massaged her firm ass strongly. It was my strength against her muscles. This was the first place I could really feel her body heat.

  Next thing I did was take a moment to admire the ultra-fine golden body hairs of her lower back before I worked more oil into that area.

  Making my way up her back I counted every vertebra up her spine, getting small shivers out of each one. Next I massaged her shoulders, feeling her strength once more. Star was unexpectedly tense here, until I worked it out of her.

  I went down each arm to the fingertips, stroking each finger lengthwise before going back up her arm. Lastly I gave special attention to the back and sides of her neck, and ears. These are also quite sensitive on many women, and Star did not disappoint, squirming as much as when I’d first touched her ass.

  When I paused now and lifted my hands off of her—slowly so that she wouldn’t quite realize just when my touch had left her—Star knew the next move was hers. She immediately rolled over without being prompted. That brought another uncontainable smile to my face, to match her own.

  This was my first full-frontal view of Star, and a far more vulnerable position for her. Yet she projected unconcern now, as I’d hoped she would. I took a moment to admire her in the process.

  Her long legs looked even longer as she seemed to unconsciously keep her toes together and pointed. Her tan was as even across her chest as it could possibly be, with no marks at all on her body. Her pubic patch was untrimmed, thick, and only a couple shades darker than her light hair. Either she bleached it regularly, or she really was a natural blonde.

  I took a moment to admire her fully revealed navel, which had played peek-a-boo out of her dress before. Then I moved up to her breasts. I noticed, as I did so, Star was watching me look at her. She seemed to like my open admiration.

  Even lying on her back her boobs pointed themselves proudly up to the sky. Her nipples were perched at the very point of each one, which, along with her cone-shaped areola, added nearly another inch to their height. I wanted to grab and feel them next, but that wasn't according to plan.

  As I approached her again with more warm oil on my hands Star closed her lovely blue eyes, saying in effect, "Have your way with me."

  Once more I started with her feet and worked my way up. To my surprise, the front of her firm upper legs proved surprisingly ticklish, leaving her giggling before I finally moved on.

  Again I avoided her sex, which my nose told me was already fully involved in all that was happening. Instead I kissed and licked her navel until she was laughing out loud. Any man who can get a woman to laugh with him is way ahead of the game with her.

  A big decision came as I crossed her flat stomach and approached her breasts. Even though Star had accepted my touch everywhere else, this area is a landmine for many women. They're told they must hide and protect them all their lives, until this part of them becomes something apart from the rest of their body.

  I could pay no heed to them at all, until they were feeling ignored and begging for their share of my attention.

  I could just skip over them lightly and quickly, watching for any adverse reactions from her. As lovely and appealing as those breasts were, I wasn't going to ruin this entire encounter if Star was skittish about this part of herself. After all, given her looks, a lot of men must have been grabbing her there against her wishes, probably since she'd first gotten them.

  A third option was to treat them as I'd treated the rest of her—no more, no less. Not make any big deal over how this was an
y different than any of the rest of her. After all, it's all just skin, and it's all connected into one big piece.

  A last option would be to focus on them, knowing many women are especially vulnerable here and get very excited by attention to what they've kept most hidden.

  After quick consideration, I took the third option of treating them as I'd treated the rest of her. Star did prove sensitive as I first brushed over her nipples, arching her back in pleasure as they strained upwards, crinkling as they grew firmer. To my surprise, all her skin surrounding them seemed equally responsive to my touch. It was with regret when I kissed each one before moving on.

  Arms again, neck, and then just the lightest touch to stroke the contours of her forehead and face before a last kiss on the cheek, followed by a final one between her legs. I wasn't giving her cunnilingus, but rather an acknowledgement that I hadn't forgotten about that part of her. Her fragrance there told me Star was fully aroused now—as was I.

  I'd held my own raging erection in check from the first touch on her foot. Every part of this woman turns me on. For the last forty-five minutes I'd been as hard as a rock, and enjoying every moment. Like nearly every other man, I don't have multiple orgasms. I make up for that deficiency by prolonging the one I do have, because it's my only shot for a while. This was already as good as it gets.

  When I finally paused again after that last kiss, Star took a moment before she stirred languidly herself. I noticed the black pupils of her eyes were so dilated you could hardly see the surrounding color. This is an intense arousal sign a woman can't fake. She knew the next part of this show was hers.

  She reached out for the condoms, as I'd expected. In this business, the hooker has the final say-so over condom selection, and she will be the one to put it on you. Not only does she have more experience in dressing you here than you do yourself, but it is in her strong interest that it all be done right.

  I reached out however to stay her hand. She looked at me questioningly as I touched her in a way that clearly said to roll back over again.

  Her unspoken question became stronger as I smiled, nodded, and touched her that way a second time, while reaching for some more oil with my other hand.

  Star somehow managed to convey an unspoken, "Okay, I trust you on this," as she rolled back onto stomach once again.

  I'd already just had the experience of my life, with the guarantee of more to come. I realized I didn't want to let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away too fast.

  Star quickly realized what I had in mind when I started on her right foot again, and repeated—in complete detail—all we'd just done up to now.

  Only when I was fully done the second time did I finally let her present me with the selection of condoms that had already met her own approval.

  This second trip over Star's body confirmed something to me; that I'd found her secret spot.

  Every woman I've ever known well has a secret spot. A place where the proper attention paid thrills them like nothing else. A spot hotwired directly to her clit—and into her mind. And it can be the most unexpected thing.

  One woman of my acquaintance wanted a strong bite firmly at just the right spot on her shoulder. It drove her wild. For another, fiddle with a couple of her middle toes and you sent her into ecstasy. That one was a lucky one. I'd seen her boyfriend do this for her in the middle of a party, giving her a whole string of mini-orgasms with no one else the wiser.

  For Star, it was her nipples. Like enough other women, squeeze, lick, tug, tease, bite, and suck on them, and she'll never tell you "Enough already", or to stop now—provided she likes you in the first place.

  Although I was pretty certain already, when Star reached up to drag my hands back for a third go-round after I'd given her a second pass like the first one, I was certain. We shared a knowing smile of this, since I clearly was enjoying it as much as she was.

  Now it was my obligation to choose my condom. I deferred it back to her with a gesture. Considering where I was planning to be putting that little bit of protection soon now, it only seemed fair to include her more fully in the decision. This earned me another of her increasingly frequent smiles. Star understood exactly what I'd meant by that gesture.

  A bit to my surprise, she selected the thinnest, barest, nothing between you and your lover, condom in her collection.

  Had I picked that one myself it might have reflected back on me negatively. For it to be her choice said something positive for both of us.

  As she tore it open and bent down to apply it to my obviously interested penis that already had a drop of pre-cum moistening its tip now, Star paused for a moment and looked up at me with an obvious well as long as I'm down here look. I realized that moment that she'd give me an oral extra, not charge me a cent extra, and probably swallow every drop.

  There are men who are convinced that their sex-lives can never be complete without a blowjob—or many—from every woman they're intimate with. Women like Star make a lot of easy money off of them when their wives and/or girlfriends won't go along. Truth is, you can do as much for yourself with a decent imagination and your own good right hand when you're just trying to get it off.

  Then there are some women who will blow you freely enough because they don't think this is real sex. Too often this is their own way to avoid true physical intimacy. In my mouth, yes, but not in my pants. I knew this wasn't Star's feeling tonight. She wasn't offering to suck me off just to avoid the more invasive alternative. She'd had an unexpectedly nice time already, and just offered this extra as a return gift.

  I smiled again to show her it was nothing personal when I gave the tiniest shake of my head now. There might have been the slightest flicker of disappointment on her face for a moment, or I could have just imagined it. She quickly went to work expertly applying the thin latex barrier.

  I have nothing against oral sex with the caveat that the woman is really into it herself. I have said yes to it on those occasions. But I have never demanded, or even asked for it first—and never intend to.

  Why? Because the one way a man truly knows when he's loved is when a woman invites him into her body the way nature intended. Everything else is a pale imitation of that. No other words, promises, gestures, sexual techniques, or excuses replace this one simple act of acceptance. And the most reliable indicator of any relationship gone wrong is when the sex stops. Your mileage may vary, but this is my reality. The woman may be on top, or I may be taking her doggie style. It may be missionary with me reading out of the Bible as we do it, but in the end the pieces only fit together one way.

  Star finished dressing me, tossed the towels off the bed before laying back opening her legs in an unspoken, "Here I am," gesture. We didn't need words to communicate what needed to be said here.

  I moved above her awkwardly as I tried to get into position on the waterbed. Don't laugh until you've done it yourself. At one point I thought she was going to start giggling out loud at my struggles, but she managed to contain it.

  It wouldn't have mattered if that giggle had gotten out. Sex is supposed to be fun! If a woman laughing can melt your penis, then you're taking this all too seriously and I pray for your soul.

  I finally reached the position I wanted. As I bumped the latex tip against that spot her legs had funneled me into, I immediately felt her hand take me and firmly guide me inside her. There is nothing more welcoming than that which a woman can do for her man. A moment later I slid smoothly and easily into her.

  * * * *

  If you expect me to describe what I felt next, I can't. If you've ever been fortunate enough to have your own manhood welcomed into the sexiest woman you can ever imagine, I don't have to describe it. And many of you have already done that at least once.

  If you haven't done this yourself yet, then there aren't enough words in the world to properly describe the feeling.

  At the moment of entry this wasn't about money, or power, or luck, or anything other than being just exactly where I wanted to be at
precisely this moment.

  Star was warm, as wet as I could imagine a woman being, smelled like a woman in heat, and fit me like a comfortable glove. I had no trouble entering her fully with one easy stroke. Then, just when I was wondering if she was so comfortable that I couldn't get any real friction—though just the realization that I was really inside her would have been enough to make me come—she gripped me so tightly that if I'd tried to pull out that instant I'd have left my condom behind for sure. Fortunately for both of us, pulling out of this beautiful woman was the last thing on my mind.

  Instead I started working a little movement, trying to work myself against her clit, while searching for her G-spot in the process.

  At some point Star must have realized what I was intending because she started making little movements of her own to help me with my goals. Perhaps it had finally dawned on her that I really did care about her enjoyment every bit as much as for my own. Paying her for these two hours doesn't change that for me.

  I kept taking little pauses to remind myself exactly where I was, what I was doing, and who I was doing it with. These are all memories I intend to treasure for the rest of my life afterwards. Each time I did this it pushed me ever closer to the point of no return where all control is lost and I will orgasm whether I want to or not.

  And though Star helped me hold on to myself as long as possible, just the realization of where that part of me was, along with the smell of an aroused Star, became more than I could bear.

  Rather than try to fight it any longer, I relaxed now and just let myself go. It was the longest orgasm I could ever remember having.

  Near the end, Star clenched me tightly as I pumped her frantically to continue the flow until I was truly and completely done.

  I didn't know if Star had orgasmed as well. Not until I saw the dilated pupils in her unfocused eyes, and the soft, real smile on her face. Then I knew!

  I didn't withdraw immediately afterwards. I'm not one of those men who want to do their business, and then get the hell out of Dodge as fast as possible. That's downright disrespectful.