I'm a marketing executive for a small computer consulting company based in Dallas, Texas. As part of my job, I have to travel all over the country wooing clients and vendors. It's unpleasant most of the time: most people who don't spend half their time either on planes or in airports think travelling is wonderful. Unless I'm upgraded into business or first class, I hate it.
However, because dealing with important clients and vendors is my primary responsibility, it does mean that I get a nice expense account that I'm expected to use. I've eaten at five-star restaurants all over the world. And it's my job to see that the person that I'm meeting with is happy. For the most part, it's not a difficult job. Most people like to be taken out to the nice places to eat or to the bars or to a game. It's pretty easy to accommodate those clients.
I have, however, one vendor in New York that always wants more. I'll call him John. He's particularly important to our company. We resell his customized telephony software, and it amount to several million dollars a year in sales to us. Needless to say, we always want this guy to be happy.
This past April, I flew into New York to meet John. We were meeting to discuss software upgrades and the like. I got in and took a cab to the Hilton Towers in downtown Manhattan where I was booked for the week. I checked in and went up to my room. When I got there, I called John and told him that I'd meet him for dinner. He suggested the restaurant (as was custom) and I agreed to meet him there at eight. I called and made reservations.
Then I got the phone book out and turned to the escort services section. As I said, John always wants to be pampered; arranging for an evening's entertainment is just part of the deal. It's expected.
The woman I talked to asked what I was looking for. I told her the restaurant I would be going to and that I needed a pair of girls dressed appropriately. She said it would be no problem and asked for my credit card number. I gave her the number from my company card and she said that the girls would be at my room at seven thirty.
I showered and took a quick nap. Around quarter to seven or so I got up and used some of the scotch in the mini-bar. I got dressed and just as I finished, there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door to find two drop-dead gorgeous women standing there. I invited them in and introduced myself. The first one, a tall blonde dressed in a beautiful midnight-blue evening dress shook my hand and said that her name was Jasmine. The second, a brunette with dark European features. She introduced herself as Jeanette and spoke with a light French accent.
I told them about John and that we would be going to eat dinner. Jasmine took the imprint of my credit card and called back to the agency to confirm everything. Before too long the three of us were heading out to the restaurant.
We got there and were seated. John, of course, was late. The three of us had drinks and shared small talk while waiting. About eight thirty, John arrived and sat down. I introduced him to the girls and he grinned appreciatively. We ordered dinner and ate. John and Jasmine seemed to really hit it off, leaving Jeanette and me pretty much to ourselves. We talked about France (I'd been there several times on business) and I learned that she had only been in America for around eighteen months.
Pretty soon John was antsy to leave. He suggested the bar at my hotel. The girls agreed (like they would say no with the hourly rate I was paying!) and I settled up the bill with the restaurant. We piled into a cab and went back to the Hilton.
Once there we settled into a cozy booth in the hotel bar. I ordered drinks and we continued our conversations from dinner. Before long, John asked me for the key to my room. I knew he was going to so I readily handed it to him. He took Jasmine by the hand and led her out of the bar and to the nearest elevator. Jeanette and I watched them go. Jeanette sipped her drink and then looked at me. She asked if I didn't want to go upstairs either. To be honest, I really wouldn't have minded a roll with her, but I told her that it wasn't necessary. She smiled at me and said that it was OK, that she really would like to go up to my room.
I charged the drinks to the room and then took Jeanette's hand in mine. It seemed so small and petite and delicate. We rode the elevator up to my floor and walked to my door.
I put my second key card into the lock and opened the door. We quickly entered, shutting the door behind us. In the middle of the room stood John. He was completely naked (which wasn't a particularly pretty site; John is in his mid-fifties and is rather overweight) and Jasmine, fully dressed was on her knees in front of him. His hands, entwined in her long blonde hard, were holding her head as he pumped his hard cock into her mouth. I could see that he had a condom on.
We watched as Jasmine cradled John's dick in her hand, pumping it up and down as she concentrated her mouth on the latex-enclosed head. Then she licked all the way down the front of his shaft and back up to play with only the tip. John grunted and began thrusting himself into her mouth. Jasmine started moaning and I knew that John was coming.
Jeanette then led me to the bed. I sat down and she removed my suit coat. She unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it away from my body and throwing it to the floor. My hands were all over her soft breasts. They were firm and sat high on her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her dress. I pulled her onto the bed and kissed her. She returned the passion of my kiss as her hands fumbled at my belt. I helped her and my own erection was soon free. She took it in her hand as we kissed and slowly and methodically rubbed it.
Jeannette pulled away from me to take off her dress. I was surprised, but no too surprised to see that she wore nothing underneath except for a pair of thigh-high stockings. She delicately placed her dress on a nearby chair while I pulled my pants off. I looked around for John and Jasmine. They were on the couch. Jasmine was on her hands and knees and John was fucking her from behind.
I looked back to Jeanette. She had a condom package in her hand. She ripped it open and took the condom out and placed it at the tip of my dick. The coolness of the spermicide made me jump and Jeanette laughed as she tried to hold my penis still. Before I really knew it, my dick was encased in the latex.
Jeanette straddled me and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her vagina. She slowly settled her weight onto my as I slid into her cunt. She was incredibly warm and tight. Once I was fully inside her, she sat still and looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and took her breasts in my hands, massaging her small dark-pink nipples. Jeanette started to rock her hips along the length of my cock. She leaned over to kiss me as I matched the rhythm of her rocking, pushing into her as she sank down onto me. The pace of our lovemaking increased, and Jeanette held me down as she ground her pussy onto my cock. She began moaning, pushing down onto me and rotating her hips on top of me. Her clit pushed against the base of my cock and she started massaging me with the muscles in her cunt. It felt like she was trying to pull me completely inside of her. She squeezed around the base and, before I knew it, I was shooting into her.
After I was done, she slowly got off of me. She removed the condom and dropped it into a nearby trashcan. She then got on the bed beside me and we kissed.
After an hour or so, Jasmine said that she and Jeanette needed to be going. John was asleep on the couch as I settled the final bill with them (including very nice tips for the both of them). I saw them to the door and thanked them for the wonderful evening.