Service

 

By Donna M.

 

 �Your usual accommodations, Mister Beauregard?� the man at the main desk asked, recognizing me as I expected him to do.

�Yes, please�� I read his name badge, ��Joseph.�

Handing me the key card, he said �Will there be anything else required, Sir?�

�Please have Henri call me in my room as soon as possible.�

He assured me he would, and I thanked him, before following the bellhop up to my suite.

Though infrequent, my visits to Las Vegas included all the amenities that came with my financial, high-roller status.  One such amenity was that which I wanted to discuss with Henri.  His real name was Henry Schwartz, but he claimed the French guise lent credence to his concierge duties in this most posh of hotels.  I believed his competency and discretion needed no assistance in cementing that credibility. 

Instead of calling, he arrived at my door in short order.  �I assume, sir, that you are seeking a companion.�  Henri said, his inflection making it half way between a statement and a question.

�Yes, Henri.  Perhaps a bit younger than the last time, though youth can often bring with it a lack of sophistication in the service.  I trust you�ll find the right girl.�

�Oui, Monsieur,� he answered with a slight smile, knowing that I knew the French persona was a false one.

I showered after I selected one of my finer suits to wear.  During the shower, I reminisced about my life and how I arrived at this point in it.  Though I�d had the pleasure of countless women, I�d had only one true love, and only for the briefest of moments.  I met Maria right here in this town.  She�d been a blackjack dealer in the casino downstairs.  I told her that she was being wasted there; she should have been in the chorus line.  She blushed.  I was hooked.  I invited her to join me for dinner after her shift ended.  We had fantastic sex.  She was amazing, her beauty unmistakable; fine, olive skin and dark cascading hair that looked fantastic as it laid spread out on a pillow below me.  I took every opportunity to visit Las Vegas to be with her.  I showered her with gifts, though the one gift she was looking for I could not give.  My heart remained mine, and I would forever regret that.  Eventually she disappeared and I never saw her again.  I�d been told of a daughter, and spent many a sleepless night wondering if she were mine.

I dressed.  I supposed I could wear anything casual, but a fine, well-tailored suit always made me feel great�and lucky.

The knock came, and I opened the door to a most magnificent sight.  The girl was stunning.  She said, �Am I at the right place?�

I said, �You most certainly are, my dear.�  I handed her the envelope containing the proper amount of cash.  She slipped it into her small purse without a word, conveying the expected professionalism.  She was a tall brunette.  The basic black cocktail dress was anything but basic on her, clinging to every magnificent curve while highlighting her long, beautiful legs.  Her hair was a wondrous bed of curls; what I used to think of as �big hair� though it was far from the tawdry image that �look� usually conveyed.

She came to me and kissed me lightly before saying, �Will we get to know each other better as the evening progresses, or shall we do that first?�

�The night is young, my dear.  We have plenty of time to get to know each other, as you put it.  Let�s begin by telling me your name.�

�I�m Storm,� she said, and I imagined the whirlwind this girl could be�a storm, indeed.

�I�m Ben, and I�m hungry.  Let�s say we have dinner first before trying our luck in the casino?�

�Your wish is my command, Ben,� she said, with all the innuendo her role implied.

She took my arm and we went to the finest restaurant in the place.  I didn�t wish to appear a gauche man, throwing money around as a show, but I did order an excellent bottle of Dom Pérignon with dinner.  Storm was discriminating enough to appreciate its excellence.  I admired that in a woman of her profession.  We spoke of many things; world events as well as local gossip, and she held her own in every conversation subject.   I asked many questions about her.  She evaded most of them.

I won more than I lost in the casino, and commended her for bringing me luck.  �Ben, I think a man like you makes his own luck,� she said, smiling in radiance, �but I don�t mind being your good luck charm for the night.�

She was doing something to me well beyond what she would do later.  This young woman possessed a rare combination of perspicacity and insouciance I had never seen in someone her age.  Her manners were impeccable.  Her speech polished.  Until she was in my hotel bed, it would be difficult for me to believe she was as skilled in her chosen profession as in the social graces.

My �good luck charm� and I eventually were back in my suite.  She went off to �get more comfortable� as I fixed myself a drink from the minibar, which had been stocked according to my needs.  I reminded myself to thank Henri in the accustomed manner.

Storm came out of the bathroom wearing only a bra, thong, and heels.  I know of the finer things, so I knew these were not tawdry, Victoria�s Secret items.  The bra, for all its daintiness, held her fine breasts with aplomb.  �Would you like a drink?� I asked her, marveling at her long and magnificently toned legs.  I imagined them wrapped around me, and I must admit to stiffening to the thought.  Soon enough, soon enough.

I fixed her a drink as she lazily unbuttoned my shirt.  �You seem a little tense,� she said.  �I�m not making you nervous, am I?�

Her sardonic grin was disconcerting.  �I�m not the nervous type, and I don�t care much for being condescended to, young lady� I said to her.

�I�m sorry if you interpreted what I said as condescension, Mister Beauregard.  That was not my intention.   I do sense tension, though, and perhaps it needs to be relieved.�

Standing before the dresser with the large mirror on the wall behind it, she helped me out of my shirt before unfastening my slacks and helping me out of them as well, only stopping long enough to unfasten her bra and let it fall seductively to the floor.  Her breasts were more beautiful than any image my mind could conjure up, which seemed quite impossible.  �You can touch them, Mister Beauregard.  They are real.�

�I have no doubt,� I said, hoping the quaver I perceived to be there was not heard.  �And please, please, please call me Ben.�

�Okay, Ben,� she said as she sank to her knees, slid my boxers down, and expertly went to work on my cock.  I did not use the word expertly lightly, for she proved to be a pro at fellatio, using mouth and hand to perfection, getting me close but never crossing the finish line.

I helped her to her feet as I kicked my boxers aside.  �How would you like me?� she asked before sliding her thong ever so slowly down her long legs.

�In spite of what you may think, I�m an easy to please man.  Which way is your favorite?�

She turned her back on me and nestled her beautifully firm ass against my ragingly hard cock.  �Most girls would say that doggie-style brings about the best orgasms even if they wouldn�t admit it to a man.�

I felt my cock leak pre-cum.  �Why don�t they?� I asked.

�I never understood it myself.  I wonder if it�s a shame thing, you know, like that�s how animals do it or something.�  The way she rubbed against me told me she knew a little something about how animals did it.

�Then I am led to believe your favorite is from behind?� I said, unable for some reason to say �doggie style.�

�Every position is my favorite.  Or let me rephrase that; the position I�m in is always my favorite position.�

Our eyes met in the mirror.  �What about here?� I said.  Her smile was dazzling.  She turned and with dexterity, unrolled a condom onto my tumescent shaft before once more turning her ass to me.  I asked her about foreplay, but what I really meant was lubrication.

Another dazzling smile, �I think you�ll find me ready enough.�

As I manipulated my erection toward its target, my fingertips did indeed discover her to be ready.  So young, and so much a pro!  She bent slightly, placing her hands on the dresser�s surface.  I slowly slid into her, intent on savoring every sensation with the beautiful girl.  My cock was in heaven.  She was tight but not excessively so.  Her natural lubrication felt warm and velvety through the thin condom wall.  My eyes watched her reflection in the mirror.  As I fucked her, her tits jiggled seductively.  She smiled, knowing I was looking, before tilting her head back and closing her eyes.  I admired every inch of her splendid body as I held her hips and thrust into her, yet not wishing to have her sensual beauty hasten my ejaculation one iota.  It was a hard-fought battle.

Soon, her lips parted ever so slightly and a soft moan escaped.  Nothing dramatic about it, but I was certain that she�d just climaxed.  I stared at the reflection of those parted lips and filled the condom.  I was more vocal than she�d been by a wide margin.

�You are staying the night, correct?� I asked her as we enjoyed a post-coital cocktail.

�Of course.  That was the agreement, yes?�  Which translated to: �I�m sure the proper amount for my services are in the envelope.�

We went to bed.  In between her playful teasing of my limp cock with her lips, she asked more questions about me and my business.  I didn�t find her questions to be nosy or intruding, but mere curiosity.  My cock responded well to her teasing and she commented on my returning rigidity.

�Would you like me on top this time, Ben?�

Oh, yes, I liked it very much.  Beside the sensation of her luscious vagina sliding around my hungry erection, the sight of her hovering over me in the cowgirl position was sublime.  She closed her eyes as she rocked and rolled, her beautiful tits bouncing and swaying and putting me in a hypnotic trance.  Her flat stomach became a reminder for me to work out more.  I watched her nipples harden and her skin blush and that signaled she was about to cum.  This girl was more than a pro.  A pro can fake it like there�s no tomorrow.  If the physical changes were faked then she belonged in the call-girl Hall of Fame, if only such a place existed.

As she climaxed, she laid down on me, pressing her breasts into my chest.  Her moans, now almost in my ear, made me shoot my load.  �Mmmm, Ahhhhhhhh, OHHHHHH,� was my nonsensical cry upon ejaculation.

We showered together, not saying much.  I simply enjoyed the proximity, the feel of her.  She was flawless.  After we dried off, I ordered a slew of room service appetizers along with some Champagne.  We gobbled up the food like starving children.  I used a finger to wipe some remnant of our middle-of-the-night snack from the corner of her mouth, saying �You know, we�ll have to take another shower.�

Her answer was to seductively spread her legs as she said, �I thought you might still be hungry.�

The baby-smooth vulva I was ogling did indeed rouse my appetite, not to mention something else.  I carried her to the bed and slid my tongue into the folds of her precious cunt.  Her clit was like a little cock that rose up to meet me at the door.  Fucking this beautiful creature was one thing, eating her was another.  It felt as if I�d stayed down there between her thighs for hours.  I was rewarded with the sweetest juices as she moaned her approval.

Her power over me was evident, since belying my age, I easily got it up again.  Missionary this time, she wrapped her marvelous legs around me and I did my darnedest to be her stallion; to perform adequately for her as if she were the payer.

�Have I been�of good�service�to you�Ben?� she breathlessly asked as we approached culmination. 

�You�ve been�the best.�  Thump, thump went the bed as I slammed into her.

The pro that she was, this time she squealed loudly.  It hardly mattered if she were faking this time or not.  She knew what her vocalization would do to me, and she was correct.

�Oh, Storm, you did it to me again,� I groaned as I drained myself in her warm embrace.

We fell asleep like that, not knowing or caring what time it was.  Vegas, the town that never sleeps, right?  If my snoring bothered her (many women have complained about it) she never let on.

She woke me with a kiss.  Down there.  I came awake fast, and then I came.  She swallowed.

We showered and I called room service for breakfast.  Henri personally accompanied our breakfast in order to enquire if my needs had been met.  If he was surprised to see Storm, in a house bathrobe and still here, his professional discretion kept the fact hidden from me.  I�m sure he surmised that my needs had been satisfied, without me having to tell him so.

As we ate, Storm nonchalantly let the bathrobe fall to the floor.  Once more, I grew amazed at my good fortune to have this goddess delivered to me.  Something else grew too.

�Wow, Ben, you�re quite an impressive man, I see.  Most men would be all done in by now.�

�I�m not �most men,� and your exceptional beauty adds to the equation.�

She smiled, rose from where she sat, and walked to me.  �We�ll have to do something about that,� she said, gesturing toward my spike.  She straddled my lap and lowered herself onto me.

I involuntarily gasped.  She was superbly lubricated, and I entered her easily.  �No condom?� I said, barely above a whisper.  She didn�t answer.  With her eyes closed, she slowly undulated around my cock.  She leaned to me, her tits rubbing on my chest on every rise and fall.  Her pace, her rhythm never altered.  Our lips met, and then our tongues.

After several minutes of this agonizing ecstasy, I pulled my mouth away from hers and whispered, �I�m about�to cum.�

She whispered in turn, �It�s�okay.�

My ejaculatory spasms were met with spasms of her own.  Even after the entire night�s superb lovemaking, we somehow climaxed together, and I still managed to produce quite a few hefty-feeling ropes, shooting them deep into her throbbing vagina.

After slipping her dress back on, she handed me her thong and said, �Something to remember me by.�

�I don�t need this to remember you,� I said in reply.

She slid her tongue into my mouth.  After the long kiss goodbye, she said, �Maybe next time you�re in Las Vegas?�

�I�ll ask for you, and only you.�

At the door to my suite, she stopped and whispered, �My real name is Maria; same as my mother�s.�

I stood there, holding her thong underwear in my hand, and watched her long legs flash and her hips seductively sway as she walked to the elevator.  I thought of just having ejaculated a robust load deep into her, and muttered �Good Lord, what have I done?�

 

Donna M.

© 2011

 

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