The shopkeeper 2
By eastern_rose

Tom came home from his weekend training course, I felt very guilty after my Friday night foray into the world of paid escort and prostitute. I had been thinking for more than twenty-four hours now about the things that happened on Friday night, I shouldn’t have let myself get into it but I felt more alive than I had in my life before. I didn’t want to go back to struggling for more than eighty hours a week for about forty pounds. I liked the idea of working one or two days a month and still be able to buy more than I could have dreamed possible even owning my own business as a shopkeeper. Sally’s flash cars, expensive designer labels, young daughter, I wanted all of those things while I was still young enough to enjoy them.

Tom was totally ‘done in’, he had worked a full week then a weekend training course, and tomorrow he would be in the fields at six am. I decided to be nice to him tonight, I ran him a bath, put expensive oil and scent in the water, Tom was washing himself when I walked in, dressed in my Sunday best birthday suit. I started to soap his body, his tight muscle bound chest, down over his perfect six-pack stomach, reaching his average sized cock. Tom grabbed my hand and stopped me rubbing his growing erection; he just wasn’t interested in what I had to offer. I went into the living room, leaving Tom soaking in his bath, I absentmindedly picked up the telephone and dialled the number I knew off by heart, not because I had used it before but because I had looked at the card it was printed on over and over again in the last twenty-four hours. “Hello Ray’s escorts” a chirpy voice on the other end of the line announced. “Is Ray there?” I said. “Hi Ray here, what can I do for you?” I told him my name and that I had helped Sally out at the Manor hotel on the previous Friday night. Ray was very keen to talk to me, he wanted me to work for him, the guy I had been with on Friday had phoned in thanking Ray for sorting him out at short notice like that, I was described as an angel and an exceptional escort. I even managed to blush over the phone; I thanked Ray for his kind comments and said I would be interested in working for him from time to time. Ray asked me for my bank details, the customers would pay Ray by credit card and Ray would pay my fee directly into my bank, I asked Ray what the financial arrangements were, the client paid Ray one hundred and fifty pounds, Ray kept fifty and I got one hundred in my bank as soon as the credit card company paid Ray. I gave Ray all my details, my bank details and my mobile phone number, then I had a glass of red wine and settled in to watch the TV.

Eight o’clock on a very dreary Sunday evening, the TV was its usual ‘insult to the intelligence’, a nineteen fifties police drama, old mini police vans, old mini skirts, I was on my second glass of red when my mobile phone ring. “Hi, Ray here, how long will it take you to get to the Manor hotel?” I thought for a while, “I can be there in thirty minutes” I said. “Great” Ray replied, I was given the name of a client to meet there for dinner, nine o’clock at the latest, I leapt to my feet, tried to copy the rapid style that Sally managed to create in my hair, I was no where near as good as her, I could have messed and buggered about with it for hours and still not have come close to how she did it. I decided near enough was good enough and quickly made up my face, I struggled into my one good dress, after removing all other clothing. Eight forty five, just time to walk to the hotel, I didn’t say anything to Tom, he was still in the bath when I left home dressed to kill, even if the effect wasn’t as good as the night before. At exactly nine I walked into the restaurant, walked to the waiter and asked for Mr, Walker, the waiter took me to the table and I waited to be invited by Simon to sit with him. Simon was late forties, very well dressed, very distinguished looking. It felt a little stranger than the last time I went to that hotel, that time I was Mrs. Normal, out for a good time and unaware of what I was doing, this time I was a business woman, working. We ate until about ten thirty, I kept to simple food, after all I wanted to enjoy what may be on offer for dessert. The talk was small, nothing of consequence, but it amazed me how much I had learned about Simon in suck a short time, just by listening attentively, and showing a genuine interest in what he was saying. Simon signed the check and took me by the hand into the ballroom, I wasn’t quite as clumsy as that first time, I even managed to show Simon a few steps he hadn’t tried. At about midnight Simon introduced the subject of us visiting his room, Rays warning went running through my head. “Any extra services you may wish to offer the client are strictly between you and the client, just don’t fall into the trap of asking for payment for sexual acts, the client must make all the running, safer that way legally speaking”. I looked at my watch and told Simon that I was now off duty, Simon’s jaw dropped to the floor, “Please stay with me tonight, come to the room with me and I’ll pay extra!” I asked how much he was prepared to pay, and he offered me two hundred pounds to spend the night with him, I accepted his offer with a codicil, anything remotely kinky was extra. That was crazy of me to say that, I wouldn’t know kinky if it jumped out and bit my ass. We entered his room and he gave me the money, a wad of twenty pound notes, I quickly counted three hundred pounds, I looked quizzically at him, he said “I might want a little kinky and don’t want you stopping me mid stride to arrange extra payment”. Well I had asked for it, now it looked like I was going to get it. We started of normally enough, touching, fondling, kissing; Simon was very skilled at pushing my buttons. I had climaxed at least ten times before we were undressed, and that considering the fact that I had only my sheath dress on. Simon performed oral on me like a professional, I managed to turn and reciprocate on him, taking his seven-inch member into my mouth, he turned me onto my back and he was on top. He was working my citreous with his finger while his tongue was deep inside my vagina, he was slowly fucking my mouth, just in an inch or two in then out again, slowly building up speed with his tongue, fingers and cock. I was on a high plateau, climaxing and not actually coming down from the first climax when the waves of pleasure hit me again and I was back at a peak. I could hear from his breathing that Simon was close to his climax, I didn’t mind at all, I had lost count of the number of powerful orgasms Simon had given me in the forty minutes we had been naked in his room. He was close, so close, I could feel it in his thighs, hear it in his breathing, feel it in my mouth, his strokes were getting longer, deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I felt a hot blast as his semen fired at the back of my mouth, hot, salty, thick, love cream. Then he pushed his hips right forward, his manhood buried deep into my oesophagus, I could feel his sperm pumping out of his cock but could no longer taste it, his hose connected directly into my belly, filling my up, I panicked when I realised that with his cock deep in my throat I could no longer breath. Then he pulled out, “Fucking fantastic, the best blowjob I have ever had” he said. I was recovering from the mind-blowing experience, I had performed oral sex on Tom more times than I cared to mention but nothing to compare with this. We lay in each others arms for a long while, just kissing and cuddling together, then Simon started to rub between my legs, I offered him a condom, he just laughed, “what do you think you could catch in your pussy that you couldn’t catch in your mouth”, he said. I did feel foolish and let him climb on without the rubber, he settled into a rhythm, slowly pulling his cock almost all the way out of my vagina, then slowly all the way in again, then after what seemed like about thirty orgasms he started to speed up, he lifted my legs and pinned them to my breasts. He was throwing himself deep into me, his pelvic bone was pounding against my citreous, it was like an electric shock with his every thrust, he seemed to be getting his whole body right inside of me. Then he fell on top of me panting, I could feel his staff pumping deep into my womb, hot and thick, he seemed to pump for an eternity, his body perfectly still but his manhood jerking deep into my pussy, his cock head pressing hard against my cervix, the position I was in I could actually feel his semen forcing its way into my womb. I tried to lower my legs but Simon held me pinned with the full weight of his body, holding me in that slightly upturned position, he wanted his semen, his sperm, his seed to enter my womb as fully as possible. Eventually I was spent, we fell side by side, Simon caressing me and kissing me, we fell into a deep sleep together, Simons lips pressed to my breast, and that was how we were when I woke at seven in the morning. Dam I was late for the shop opening, but who gives a dam about the shop, I was dressing as Simon awoke, he wanted sex again but I told him he had used all his credit up the night before. I didn’t want to tell him that the reason was that I was so sore down there that I would find it difficult walking home. As I passed the shop there was a long line of customers waiting for their newspapers, a pile of papers that the early delivery man had left for me in the street, I stopped and pulled the string from the bundle, I told all the customers the papers were on me today and that I was closing the shop for good. I opened the door to the shop and wrote a quick notice that the shop was closed until further notice.

When I arrived home Tom had already left for work, he had no idea that I had been out all nigh, he never disturbed me in my bedroom for anything, I climbed into my cold and empty bed, but I was feeling warm all over, I felt totally satisfied and fulfilled, Simon wasn’t my lover but for that one night we connected and connected better, longer, with more force and passion than Tom and I had ever done before, even when we shared the same bed. At noon the phone rang, it was Ray from the escort agency, “Bloody good job you did last night, the client has added another fifty quid to the account, and he wants to see you next time he is in town, an advance booking on your first week, you must be special”. I felt special.

I hope you enjoyed my story, any comments good or bad to eastern_rose@yahoo.com or eastern_rose2@hotmail.com please. I hope to tell you another story from Rose the escort girl soon.