Cinnamon

I brushed out my long hair first. Very long, and very red and very silky as well. Today it had dried naturally, so it was full of big looping curls, but still almost came down to my waist. My makeup took about a half hour. Light eyeliner, some volumizing mascara for my eyelashes, and some pencilled detail on my shaped brows. That's it.

I slipped into a black lacy bra, adjusting my 36MM tits into the cups so they were huge globes for maximum cleavage. I love my tits, and much more importantly, my clients love my tits! They're huge but perky, with large light pink nipples. I slipped my legs into a pair of black lace panties, then a light grey cotton blouse, top four buttons undone of course to show off the girls, and then zipped myself into a darker grey pencil skirt. No jewelry at all, save two silver barbells in my tongue. Final touches, a pair of white Louboutins with 4 inch heels, and a touch of Miss Dior perfume on my wrists and behind an ear.

The drive to the Burgess Hotel took only ten minutes or so. I don't live too far away from Buckhead, and rush hour traffic had thinned out considerably, but it took me a while to find a parking space. Business travellers were back from dinner and in for the night. I strode through the lobby, swaying my ample hips to the admiring looks of said business travellers, men sitting cross-legged on the leather chairs, sitting at the wide bar in the atrium. I gave one and all a dazzling smile and pressed my button on the elevator. Fifth floor.

I suppose I should introduce myself first. My real childhood nickname is Cinnamon, on account of my red hair. My last name really isn't Rain; that's just my escort name. It just sounds good, and it's short and sweet and makes paperwork easier to do. I'm about medium height, five-foot seven, and weigh as of this morning 138 pounds. That's about right for me. Sometimes I drift up into the one-forties, and I have to skip my desserts, which I most definitely do not love. I have a weakness for sweets!

I have light green eyes and very pale, fine skin, and full red lips. My waist is either 22 or 23 inches, which is nice and trim. Today it's 22, which I love. My small waist makes my hips, 38 firm inches by the way, and my bustline appear larger. I have been told that the overall effect is 'outrageously voluptuous' and 'insanely erotic'. I love both of those phrases!

Really, I always wanted to be an escort. I was one of those girls who blossomed early, and loved the attention right from the start.

I revel in male admiration, and school always had plenty of that. So did the local mall, and so did the nice state trooper who pulled me over one day doing 80 miles an hour on the state highway. He have me a handsome smile, a gentle warning, and a business card. I didn't even know they had business cards! And when a gentleman flirts with me, I can't help but flirt right back. That's just how I am. I went shopping at Victoria's Secret at our local mall by myself one afternoon, and ran into my math teacher, Tyler, and his wife Becky Sue. I'm not sure what Becky Sue bought there, but Tyler would up buying me several lovely garters and stockings, along with some g-strings. And then some fragrance. And also two bras, which they sometimes don't have in my size. That was very generous of him, because they were about $50 apiece! His wife didn't know, because he slipped me his Visa card while she was in the changing room. He picked me up at school the next day so I could give him his card back, and he brought me some lovely flowers! Carnations, I think. Of course, I gave him an appreciative blowjob right there in his Cadillac. It's a wonder we didn't attract attention, because he came like a stallion. I just wanted to show him how appreciative I was of his generosity!

I don't run into Tyler much anymore, because he can't afford to see me very often. He visited me in Atlanta last fall, for an hour, and i charged him $1000, which is the same for every gentleman. We had a great time. He wanted me to suck his cock again, which I do love doing. I'm an enthusiastic and expert cocksucker. I guess that's my particular fetish. I love being on my knees! Then he went down on me, which was okay, and then fucked me, which was also okay. He didn't last long, although he was wearing a condom. Although he was polite and appreciative, I think he was worried that Becky Sue would find out about the expense. That happens sometimes. So I haven't seen him since then.

The day after graduation, I moved to Georgia and put an ad on the internet. I'm based in Atlanta, but I visit New Orleans, Charleston, and Nashville regularly. Also I've just started going to Las Vegas as a part of my regular schedule. I only stay for a few days, though, because Las Vegas is a bit dull. I don't gamble, even though I'm apparently something of a good luck charm, and I have to stay away from those buffet tables. But business is very good there for a lady like me, so I'm going to go back. Maybe I'll even learn how to play craps. Have you ever played craps? It's much more complicated that it seems at first glance. A nice gentleman from Kansas City tried to explain it to me, and after five minutes I was cross-eyed. Goodness. But then he won $12,000 and gave me half! Wasn't that nice of him? He kept me an extra three days, and we just about used up all the hot water and towels at the Bellagio. He was worth the entire trip.

But back to the Burgess at Buckwood. The gentleman I was there to see was named Brian. He's the CEO at a bank in Nashville, and he was in town for a long weekend. He wanted me for two evenings, both Friday and Saturday, for $3200 each. He said on the phone that he had a surprise for me, and I had no idea whatsoever what it could be. I was excited as I strolled down the hall, looking at the room numbers. Excited for the surprise, but also excited to see him. I've seen him several times already. He's in his late fifties, and a very nice and generous gentleman. Kind of a father figure, and he has a really nice family. He's been married for 30 years, and has four kids who are all in college. I think they're a little older than me.

Brian opened the door, and we shared a hug and a long kiss. He smelled really nice, as per usual, and he's a great kisser. He took me by the hand and led me into the suite.

"Hey Daddy!" I really was glad to see him. He really is a sweetheart.

"Close your eyes, baby," he instructed. I obeyed. "Okay, open your eyes." I did. We were in a living room, and there was another man sitting on the edge of the sofa. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, and dark black, with short hair and a short beard. He was so black, I wondered if he was from Africa. And under that shirt was a whole lot of muscles.

"Cinnamon, this is Darnell," announced Brian. "Darnell, this is Cinnamon."

"Hey," said Darnell. He sounded just a touch shy. He also didn't sound like he was from Africa.

"Hey Darnell," I replied, and looked questioningly at Brian. I put my bag down on the small table by the coffee machine.

"Do you remember the last time we got together, in Nashville?" he asked. I nodded. "We talked about having a threesome...?"

"Oh, okay!" I replied. I was all for that, but I wondered if he had remembered the extra money that would be required.

"Well, we sort of are," explained Brian. "You're going to have sex with Darnell while I watch. I may or may not join in."

"All right," I nodded. This sounded like he thought there wouldn't be an extra charge. Awkward.

Darnell stood up, and abruptly pulled his shirt over his head. Yes, he had quite a body! Very muscular, and very dark ebony. He was obviously an athlete of some kind.

"Oh, I almost forgot," laughed Brian. "The bathroom is right over there." He gestured vaguely at the adjoining room, and handed me my bag. I laughed with him, and strolled through the doorway and spotted the restroom. I closed the door, and opened the envelope on the counter. My math skills fail me at times like that, but I counted out 90 hundred dollar bills. I leaned against the counter and thought. So he was paying for both nights, and including the fee for Darnell. And a little extra. Okay! I slipped out of my skirt and blouse, and decided to take my shoes off, putting my clothes and my money back into my bag.

I walked back into the bedroom, and Brian had taken Darnell's place on the sofa. He had crossed his legs and was pouring a miniature bottle of Jack Daniels into a glass of ice.

"Wow," said the men, together. I did look really nice, in my black lacy lingerie.

"Thank you, gentlemen," I replied. "And wow yourself!" Darnell was standing next to the bed, nude. His black body was amazing, but what really caught my eye was the long, thick manhood dangling between his thighs. He must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and thick. And black. It was swaying back and forth.

"That's one big cock, isn't it, Cinnamon?" asked Brian.

"It certainly is!" I replied. I didn't know what else to say. It was quite a sight!

"I really want to see my pale redheaded slut fucked by a big black nigger tonight," he added, and took a sip of his Jack Daniels. I was startled by the language, but smiled at him. This was interesting!

"What do you think of that slut's body, Darnell?" asked Brian. In reply Brian stepped forward and took my tits in his hand, gently squeezing them. I reached behind my back, and unhooked my bra, slipping it off my shoulders.

"Daaaaaaaammmmnn," murmured Darnell, loudly. "Fuck. Those is some big titties!" Brian smiled, and took another sip of his whiskey. Darnell dropped his hands and squeezed my ass. "Baby," he whispered. Clearly a man of few words!

"Cinnamon, get on your knees, like a good little whore," commanded Brian. "Show Darnell just how good you are at sucking cock." I dropped to my knees, and Darnell's thick prick swayed forward and hit my forehead. I looked up at him and opened my eyes wide.

"Yummy!" I announced, and took that ebony prick in my hand, running my tongue up and down the shaft. Was that boy still getting harder? I ran my tongue around the head of his dick, and then slid him into my throat. It was a bit uncomfortable with his girth, but I swallowed him. Brian murmured his approval from the couch. I could feel Darnell's hand in my hair, pulling me down on him. He let out a growl and threw back his head.

You see, I'm a wee bit submissive. Strong men make wet, and I was finding now that strong black men made me really, really wet! Darnell put his other hand on the back of my head, and proceeded to fuck my mouth, pulling my head down on his thick black dick. His stong hands forcing me to swallow that black girthy member, sliding in and out of my mouth and throat, felt soooo good! I was definitely purring at that point!

"Fuckin' hell..." moaned Darnell. He jerked my head forward again, and ground his dick deep all the way into my throat again, holding it there. I put my hands on his muscular thighs and squirmed. Darnell pulled his cock, dripping with my saliva, out of my mouth, and I gasped loudly.

"Good girl," called Brian approvingly. Darnell forced his dick into my throat again, and I gagged and struggled again. He pushed me away, saliva dripping down my chin.

"Mmmmm, yes Daddy," I purred, looking up into Brian's eyes. "Thank you, I love this big nigger dick!" I leaned forward a bit, and licked and sucked those big black testicles. Darnell closed his eyes and sighed. He obviously like that!

"Yessss," he hissed. I gently stroked his dick with my fingers, feeling the veins standing out on his thick meat. Darnell's heavy balls had a sexy musky scent, and I pulled them gently with my lips and swirling my tongue around them. "Damn, I have to have those titties..." he moaned.

Darnell stepped over to the couch, and sat down opposite Brian. I sat down on his lap, my wet pussy pressing down on his swollen manhood. I arched my back, and lifted my breast to Darnell's mouth. He kissed and licked my nipple eagerly, and then sucked hard until my nipple was as hard as a pebble.

"Good boy," I murmured, and reached over and stroked Brian's stiff dick through his trousers. He smiled, and put his glass on the adjoining desk. Darnell roughly grasped my other breast and took my stiff nipple into his mouth, biting down hard.

"Ow!" I cried, and Darnell sucked hard and lightly slapped my other breast with his open hand. His tongue and teeth were driving me wild! He pinched my nipples hard with his rough fingers, making me gasp again. Finally, Darnell threw his head back, panting, while he put his hands on my hips, raised me up, and slid his thick pole into my wet cunt.

"Sweet Jesus," he hissed, and I ground my hips down on his meat. His dick felt so good, filling and stretching my cunt! I was also panting heavily now. I looked over at Brian, and he had undone his belt and pulled his penis out of his trousers. I reached over and stroked him as best I could. His head was thrown back also.

"God, you slut," he moaned, "that big nigger buck fucking you like that. Worthless whore!"

"Yes Daddy," I moaned, "your worthless whore loves this black cock so much..." Darnell was thrusting his hips, and that thick veiny dick was sending waves of pleasure through my body. "He's going to make your little slut cum..." Suddenly I gasped, and squirted on Darnell's balls and on his belly. My arms flew up, and my fingers grasped my hair as I arched my back. I let out a long high squeal, and Darnell grabbed my ass and lifted me off of his dick.

"Ugghh..." I gasped, and my legs trembled violently as I squirted again, this time a hard stream splashing against Darnell's chest. Darnell pulled me by the hips back onto his massive veiny cock, and those waves pulsated through my body again. I whimpered and gasped as he thrust his hips against me over and over again. I came again, my legs trembling violently.

"Fuck... me... harder," I stammered, and fell forward, pressing my enormous tits against his face. I just couldn't think at all. Darnell grunted as he fucked me, and my senses cleared enough for me to look over at Brian. One hand was on my ass, and with the other he was jacking off while he watched us. I reached out, and grasped his hard dick firmly in my hand. I stroked him quickly, and he moaned loudly. I squeezed the head of his dick as he came, and he covered my fingers with his hot white spunk..

I sat up straight again, and pumped my hips back and forth, grinding on Darnell's prong as he moaned with pleasure. Brian watched me while I licked his cum from my fingers, sliding them between my lips and savoring every drop of his salty goo. Just as I finished cleaning my fingers, Darnell arched his back, and came violently with a load groan. I felt his hot jism splashing inside me, filling me up as his virile pole pulsed and throbbed. Darnell fell back, his chest glistening with sweat.

"What did I tell you?" murmured Brian. "The best fuck doll ever..."

"You ain't lyin'," returned Darnell. "Hell of a slut," he groaned admiringly, "This pussy is fire!" He slapped my ass sharply with his open hand.

"The best whore ever..." murmured Brian, and he stood up and kissed me on the mouth. His tongue briefly slid against mine, and then he walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Darnell looked at me with hooded eyes, and reached up, pinching my nipples hard with his strong fingers. I gasped, and he kneaded my huge soft globes, biting his lower lip. He was still rock hard inside my tight pussy.

"Ain't done with you yet," he groaned, and lifted me off his manhood, dumping me onto the couch. Darnell stood. His arm and chest muscles were bulging and shiny, and I ran my hand over them admiringly. He sneered at me and pushed my hand aside and then slapped me sharply across the face, snapping my face to the side.

"Owwwagh!" I yelped, and slapped his muscular thigh in return. Darnell answered with another painful slap, this time on my other cheek. I cried out again, and he simply took his thick black weapon and jammed it into my mouth to quiet me. His strong black hands pulled my head into his abdomen, and my own hands grabbed his tight muscular ass.

Darnell held my head tightly while I struggled to breathe through my nose. I could feel tears welling in my eyes, and my cheeks were burning where he had slapped me. Finally, he pushed my head back, and I fell back against the sofa, my huge tits bouncing. I gasped loudly, and tried to catch my breath, but Darnell took my hair in his fist and sat down next to me. I though he would force his thick prick into his mouth again, but instead he pulled me across his lap and jammed my face into the sofa cushions. I closed my eyes, and felt a sharp, painful smack on my ample ass. I gasped, and his hand loudly smacked my ass again, over and over. I cried out, and the room was filled with the loud sounds of spanking.

In a minute my ass was on fire, and I was opening sobbing. Darnell paid no attention to my crying, and grabbed my hair again, put his arms under my waist, and actually picked me up. He took me to the bed, and threw me down on the covers like limp doll.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, and I opened them wide, looking up at him while I cried quietly. Darnell roughly jammed two fingers into my wet pussy, and finger-fucked me for a few moments until drops of clear fluid began flying around my thighs and belly. I was panting heavily now, my breasts heaving, and Darnell slapped one of them sharply.

The pain was exquisite! Every one of his slaps were making those waves of pleasure surge through my body, again and again. He then savagely finger fucked me again, and I squirted again with a loud gasp, spraying a stream of liquid across the room. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and my belly tightened as an orgasm surged through me, and then another. I was gasping helplessly.

"Yes..." murmured Darnell, "fuckin' ho..."

"Rape me!" I hissed at him. "Fuck me like an animal!" Darnell sneered at me again. "Nigger animal!" I spat out. Darnell half closed his eyes and bared his teeth. He opened my white legs with his black hands, and I felt his thick penis thrust into my sopping cunt. So goddamned good! His huge prong pumped in and out of me, my fingernails clawing frantically at his buttocks. He grunted loudly as he fucked me, his body slapping against my wet belly and thighs.

Darnell's hand went to my throat, and I felt his fingers tighten around my neck. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, and he squeezed my throat harder as he pumped in and out of me frantically. I came again, choking with his tight grip, tiny white stars swirling on my closed eyelids. I guess Darnell came finally, and he released my neck. My legs were trembling again, so I must have cum again. I panted helplessly, my huge breasts heaving. My head fell back, and I realized that my face was partly covered by my hair. I reached up to brush it aside, and Darnell slapped at my hand. I was breathing heavily, but quietly, and he roughly took my nipples in his hands again and pinched hard.

The pain was delicious! My tits felt like they were glowing. I looked up at Darnell, licking my lips. His eyes were closed and his lips were still curled into an menacing sneer. I could feel his thick manhood inside me, filling me as it twitched and throbbed. I wrapped my pale legs around my muscular nigger animal, trying to hold him inside me. Brian walked past us on the bed, wrapped in a thick white bathrobe. Darnell pulled out of me, and I could feel his hot jism leaking out of my cunt. My head fell back on the bed, my legs still spread wide.

"Go take a shower," Brian ordered. At first, I thought he was talking to Darnell, but then realized that his order was directed at me.

I luxuriated in a long hot shower, replaying every detail of the rough fucking I had just enjoyed. In the mirror, it looked like there was a slight bruise on my neck, and my nipples were a bit sore. Not too bad. When I emerged, Darnell was gone. Brian stood, and put a glass of water on the desk. Our bathrobes matched.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, smiling.

"I loved my surprise. Thank you, Daddy!" I threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him. My hair was wrapped up in a thick towel. "I do love a big black cock, and you correctly guessed!"

"I have to admit, I did love watching you being brutalized by a black buck," confessed Brian, "but I do feel a bit guilty about just how brutal he was." He laughed. "Here," he turned and took a wallet from the desk. "I have a little extra for you to make up for the extra brutality." Brian put some folded bills into my hand. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, not at all," I said lightheartedly. He was in a wonderful mood. "Are you in the mood to have me?"

"Not now, darling," he answered, but he untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. The covers on the king-sized bed were thrown back. I put the bills on the desk, and untied my robe as well. Brian climbed in, and I disrobed and snuggled up with him, my hand on his chest, my head on his shoulder next to his. His arm was under me, and his hand lazily caressed my ass.

"Perfect," he pronounced, and sighed. I ran my nails through his chest hair, my still very damp hair scattered all over us both.

"Do you mind my hair?" I asked.

"Not at all. It's a bit warm in here, isn't it? Your hair feels wonderful." Brian smiled and sighed again contentedly. "You feel wonderful." I stroked his chest and gave him a hundred little kisses here and there, but his penis remained soft. After an hour, he gasped. He must have fallen asleep!

"I have to go now," I whispered.

"Of course, darling, I'm going to sleep for hours after you leave. I can't remember why I was so tired." He did look very tired. Brian probably had had a particularly tough time at work. He had a lot of responsibility.

I took my cue, and quickly got dressed. I had the $9000 in my clutch, and there was another ten $100 bills that Brian had given me after I got out of the shower. I brushed out my hair, but it really was an ungodly mess that would have to be fixed when I got home. I just gave up, and twisted it into a bun, which didn't look too bad at all! Then I gave my plump lips a shiny red gloss. Just for the fun of it, I left my bra and panties in my bag with my clutch, and left the top couple of buttons unbuttoned on my blouse. My nipples were stiff, my massive cleavage on full gorgeous display. Why not create a bit of a spectacle as I left? As I said before, I do love attention!

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered, and kissed Brian tenderly. He was almost asleep. "Sweet dreams!"

"Of course," he murmured, and I let myself out, closing the door gently.

As I exited the elevator and crossed the interior courtyard of the hotel, I noticed that the bar was absolutely packed. Just for fun, I decided to have a quick drink. I strolled in slowly, and approached the bar. There were a lot of couples, and not many of the men there looked very affluent. Then i saw them. Two men, tall and conservative looking, were having a quiet drink on the other side of the bar, paying no attention to the televisions. They looked serious, wearing pinstripe suits and nodding to one another.

I stopped in front of them, and raised a finger at the bartender. He didn't see me right away.

"Barkeep?" i called softly.

"Good evening," one of the conservative men said. They were both giving me an appreciative look.

"Good evening, gentlemen," I answered, giving them both a sweet smile. It occurred to me just then that I probably looked all of nineteen years old, without makeup except for my red lips. "Are you having a good time?"

"Oh yes," one answered. "Could we please buy you a drink?" He looked at the bartender, who immediately approached them.

"Why thank you!" I answered, smiling. "A Bombay Sapphire martini, please. One olive." The gentlemen were both drinking some sort of craft beer.

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"Are you having a good evening?" one of the men asked, politely. "By the way, my name is William. And this is Brooks."

"Nice to meet you, gentlemen!" I replied, flirting. "I'm Cinnamon. And yes, I'm having a wonderful evening!"

"Cinnamon! That's a unique name!"

"It's a nickname from when I was a little girl. On account of my hair," I flirted again, leaning forward to he could see the color of my hair and further appreciate my huge tits.

"Would you care to join us?" asked William. He stood and offered me his chair, which I accepted. He kept his hand on the back of the chair, and stood immediately next to me. The bar was certainly crowded and hot, though these gentlemen looked cool enough. I crossed my legs, giving the men a good look at them.

"Thank you so much," I exclaimed, and I picked up my martini glass. "Cheers to chivalry!" I sipped my martini. Nice and dry, just the way I love it.

"Cheers," agreed William and Brooks, and grinned widely. "Are you here on business?" Brooks raised his eyebrows.

"I am, yes," I answered, "and you?"

"We're both lawyers at Lofton Peterson," replied William. That name was new to me. "This is Peterson," he continued, gesturing to Brooks. This was sounding better and better! "I'm not a partner yet."

"Just a matter of time, I'm sure," I responded. "What kind of law do you practice, partner?" I asked Brooks, giggling. They both looked fairly entranced now.

"Commercial copyright," he answered. "Making sure that people benefit from their creations," he explained. I gave him a smile in return. "What do you do?"

"Me?" I took another delicious sip of my martini. "I'm in public relations." The men nodded and smiled.

"Public relations," repeated William. I nodded, and they looked at each other.

"I'm self-employed," I explained, and they grinned at me. Flirting really doesn't get more overt than this, I decided. I reached out, and picked a bit of fuzz with my fingernails from Brooks's lapel. "Sorry," I laughed. "Just a little bitty fuzz ball on your suit." I took another sip of my martini. But less drinking and more flirting, I thought.

"You can't take him anywhere," announced William, laughing. I suddenly noticed that every man's eyes in the vicinity were riveted on me, and a delightful, warm feeling came over me. Or maybe it was just the gin.

"Brooks's tie is crooked, you notice," countered William, and indeed it was. I reached out again, and expertly straightened his tie.

"Thank you, Cinnamon," smiled Brooks. "Would you like another martini?"

"I'm not sure yet," I replied, giving them both a sly look.

"So how is the public relations business?" asked William.

"Oh, I'm doing very well," I replied. "I had a very successful meeting today."

We chatted for a while in the noisy bar. William and Brooks were from New York, in town for a series of meetings with a client. They were both married, but William didn't have children yet. They had both attended law school at NYU. Goodness, they were both handsome, and one of them was wearing a cologne that was definitely distracting. I decided to have another martini.

Thirty minutes of so later, I decided to act. "Gentlemen, thank you so much for the drinks. I do appreciate your kindness." I gave them both a dazzling smile.

"Cinnamon, could we please get you a cab, or give you a ride back to your hotel?" Brooks asked with some urgency, his hand resting gently on my knee. I let his hand remain.

"Thank you, gentlemen," I answered. "I would appreciate that!"

"I can give her a ride," William told Brooks.

"That's okay," replied Brooks. "I'll call for a car." We said our goodbyes to William, and took the senior partner's arm as we walked out of the hotel. A large dark car with tinted windows waited at the curb. Brooks opened the door, and I slid into the back seat. It smelled of rich leather and a faint floral scent. Brooks sat next to me, and I decided that yes, it was him wearing that tantalizing cologne. I told the driver my home address.

"Cinnamon, could I ask you a somewhat personal question?" asked Brooks.

"Of course you can," I replied. I rested my hand on his knee.

"It's kind of a rude question, but how much does public relations pay? Is it lucrative?"

"I make $1000 an hour," I told him, smiling. His eyes widened, and I bit my lip. Well, maybe not after all. Brooks looked thoughtful. "Don't have that much on you?" I asked, laughing. He also laughed, and looked down at my hand. He finally rested his hand on mine.

"Probably not quite that much," he finally answered, suddenly shy.

"I do take credit cards," I whispered shamelessly. Brooks brightened immediately.

"Well of course you do!" he exclaimed, and the car stopped in front of my building.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" I asked, leaning my head towards his. He paused for a few moments, looking past me out the window.

"I would love to," he answered finally, and we walked into the lobby of my apartment building, my arm in his. The elevator ride was silent.

"Here we are," I announced. Apartment 2020. We entered the apartment, and I put my bag on the kitchen counter. My bag, with my panties, bra, and $10,000 in cash in it. "Would you like cream and sugar?" I asked Brooks.

He stepped forward to me, and put his hands on my hips. I slid my arms around his neck, and our faces were very close together.

"Not right now," he whispered, and we kissed. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I responded with a passionate kiss. Brooks hummed with pleasure, and I felt one hand on my back and one reach down to my ass.

"Here," he murmured, and pulled back. He handed me a Visa card, and I excused myself and went into the bedroom. I have my hair a quick brushing, and it didn't like quite so bad. I slipped into another pair of panties, and Brooks's charge cleared and a receipt printed. I found a pair of five inch heels, in case he was into heels, and returned to the living room. Brooks was standing in the middle of the room, looking out the window at the city. My huge tits bounced as I strolled up to him, slid his credit card into his coat pocket, and wrapped my arms around his neck again.

"Shall we?" I whispered.

"Good god, you've got an incredible body!" he exclaimed. His eyes were wide in admiration.

"Thank you, kind sir."

In a few minutes we were standing next to my bed, and Brooks was naked. He obviously worked out. Brooks was trim, finely muscled, with brown hair on his masculine chest, running down to his belly to his erect penis. He had the build of a frequent tennis player.

"Would you like to lay down, handsome?" I asked.

Brooks lay down tentatively on my bed, and I climbed up next to him and kneeled over him. I kissed him gently on the mouth, and I felt his fingers caressing and squeezing my breast. His cock was fully erect and twitching.

"I'm sorry, baby, I just can't help myself," I whispered to Brooks. He was already panting, and we hadn't done anything yet. "So you please help yourself as well. This is all for you."

I ran my nails down his chest and his belly, and took his balls in my hand. Brooks gasped, and spread his legs slightly. I lowered my head, and gently licked the length of his dick, taking the tip between my lips briefly each time.

"Just relax and let me take care of you," I whispered. The bedroom was very quiet. I took his penis into my mouth, and swirled my tongue against him. Brooks groaned, and I felt his hand on my ass, squeezing gently. I deepthroated him easily, slowly sucking and caressing with my tongue. Brooks moved his hand back and forth to my hair, and then back to my ass. His fingers brushed my wet pussy. I opened my knees a little, and his fingers slid against my cunt. I was already ready for him.

"Do you have a condom?" he whispered. I straightened, and climbed up onto Brooks, lowering myself onto his six-inch cock.

"No need for that, darling," I answered. "I want to feel you cum inside me." I slowly moved my hips and down, Brooks's hands on my ass. His dick slid in and out easily, and his eyes were closed in exhilaration. I leaned forward, my voluptuous tits in his face. Brooks licked and sucked my slightly sore nipples. His gentle tongue and lips felt marvelous, a sweet counterpoint to the violent black buck who had been fucking me earlier in the evening. Abruptly, Brooks arched his back and gasped, and came with a load groan. I felt his member throbbing in my tight pussy. I slid my tongue between his lips again, and we kissed passionately for several minutes before i dismounted.

I lay in his arms for awhile, my nails combing through his chest hair, one of my legs resting on his. "It's pure luck meeting you at the bar," I whispered, my head on his chest. "I never thought I would have a virile gentleman in my bed tonight." I looked up at him sweetly. He took the complement silently, but smiled with a look of great satisfaction on his face.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever been with," he said, a bit shy.

"Thank you, sweetheart," I responded. I slipped my stilettos off and let them fall onto the rug. Brooks didn't seem interested in shoes. "I love being with you," I whispered, and sat up. I caressed his swelling dick with my fingers. "So big..." I said, admiringly. "It looks like you're almost ready for me again..."

I rolled over Brooks, and lay on my back next to him. Brooks smiled and kneeled between my legs. I opened them wide, offering my wet pussy, biting my lower lip, and giving him my sexiest look. He grinned and took my foot in his hand, looking at it admiringly. Then he began licking my toes, sucking them and running his tongue between them. I moaned happily, and dropped my head back on the pillow. That felt soo soooo good! Brooks sucked and licked them each, and then ran his tongue across the sole of my foot. I giggled sharply.

"Does that tickle?" he asked, laughing. I was loving Brooks more and more every moment!

"A little," I squealed. "But it feels so good, baby. I love it!"

Brooks gave the other foot the same loving treatment, and I closed my eyes and moaned in ecstasy. Jesus, that felt wonderful! I felt his tongue trace along my calf, then my thigh, and then Brooks took my clit in his mouth and sucked gently. I bit my lower lip, my fingers dancing in his hair. His tongue slid into my hole, fucking me gently, and then flicked against my pussy. My hips were moving with his mouth, grinding against his expert tongue. I was dripping now, and I could feel my wetness streaming down my cunt and across my little rosebud anus. I pushed my hips up slightly, and suddenly I felt Brooks's tongue thrashing against my asshole. Fuck! I squealed with delight.

Brooks sat up, and looked into my eyes. "I don't suppose you're into anal sex at all?" he asked, tentative.

"I've never done that," I lied shamelessly. "Let's try it, but please be gentle with me." He nodded, and took his hard dick in his hand. I felt his dick press against my tight bud.

"Here," I whispered. "Look in my bedside drawer. There's a blue bottle of lube in there." Brooks opened the drawer, and pulled out a container of Vaseline. Wrong item, I thought, but that would work just as well. He dug out a generous amount with two fingers, and pressed it against my anus.

"Baby, slide your fingers into my tight ass," I practically begged.

"Both of them?" he asked, wondering. I nodded. Yes!

"It will help me adjust to your big cock," I lied again. "Slowly!" I felt his fingers slide into my ass, and I grunted with pleasure. I love anal sex, and it had been days since I had had anything but a butt plug in my ass. Then Brooks unexpectedly slid his fingers all the way into my ass, and my eyes opened wide as my anus stretched. That familiar pain felt so good! He removed his fingers, and put his cock against my anus again. I felt his cock slide all the way in, and I gasped. It felt wonderful, like I was going to cum, and I bit my lower lip. Brooks immediately began pumping his cock in and out of my tight ass.

"Yess baby," I hissed. "Watch your hand!" Brooks had grabbed my hair, and gotten some Vaseline in it.

"I'm sorry," he gasped, and continued to thrust in and out of me. His cock felt great, and I felt my anus tightening around it like a vise. "Oh my god!" he shouted, and came again.

"Ugghhh," he groaned, and fell forward on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper into me, but I could feel him getting softer already.

"Thank you," he whispered afterwards, when we were cuddling again. "You felt so good! I haven't done that since I was in college." He really was sweet. Brooks had about twenty minutes left, so I rolled him over and gave him a back rub. He groaned with pleasure while I kneaded and stroked his tight back muscles, and told me about his wife and kids. And his college. Gentlemen do like to tell me the most amazing things! After a while I gave Brooks a playful slap on the ass, and climbed off of him.

Brooks is a man who can take a hint, and he dressed quickly. "Thank you so much," he politely said.

"No thank you!" I replied, and gave him a lingering kiss. "I loved every moment!"

"Sorry about your hair, though," he said, grinning. I smiled in return. "Here. This is for you," and handed me three $100 bills. It wasn't that bad, I had to wash my hair again, but of course I accepted the money.

After Brooks left, I looked at my bank account. The $1000 charge was pending, as per usual, and I put his $300 with the other cash in my purse. Maybe I could swing by my bank tomorrow afternoon on my way back to the hotel.