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Chapter 56 Bachelor Party
“Darren, what the fuck is going on,” asked the young woman stamping her foot to emphasize her point?
When Stacy turned her head to the side, she could see several more women standing behind the speaker. Unlike Stacy and the other two escorts, they were fully and expensively dressed. They also appeared more than a little drunk, some more than others, judging by the way they were holding on to the furniture to remain upright.
The question in Stacy’s mind was what the hell are they doing at Darren’s bachelor party. While that thought occupied her brain, her mouth was on autopilot throat fucking Darren’s long skinny cock.
“Jesus Christ, Cliff, it’s a good thing little Samantha and Jason aren’t here to see their father fucking some nasty whore,” said a slightly older women standing beside the woman who spoke first.
“Helen, what the hell are you doing here,” asked Darren who was too drunk to loosen his grip on Stacy’s head? He cock was lodged in her throat.
Stacy’s mouth was open, tongue flattened, to receive what Darren termed a good old fashioned skull fucking. He had been roughing her up, slapping her face and pinching her nostrils shut to make her gag. Stacy’s boobs were covered with her saliva. The brutal skull fucking had started a few minutes before.
“Ever been skull fucked, Serena? Had a big cock rammed down your throat till you choke on it,” asked Darren placing his hands the sides of her head.
“Have at it, baby,” said Stacy AKA Serena. “You’re the groom and I’m your bitch.”
Saliva cascaded down his cock landing on of the groomsmen underneath Stacy. Stacy was in the mood for rough treatment and being throat fucked qualified. They had just gotten into a good rhythm when they were interrupted.
The groomsmen named Tyler was underneath Stacy in a 69 sucking hard on her clit while Darren’s older brother and best man Cliff was crouching at her butt happily pounding it home dog style. Stacy was jerking Tyler off occasionally switching her mouth from Darren’s cock to his.
Stacy was a little drunk herself but she was aware Darren was scheduled to marry someone named Helen tomorrow morning at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in what was considered the wedding of the New York social season.
She also knew that it was Darren’s older brother and best man, Cliff, who had a firm grip on her hips and was furiously pounding his cock in her pussy occasionally delivering a painful but welcome slap to her flank. His thumbs were firmly encased in her anus working her butthole open to accept his spit. Stacy had been surprised that a macho man type like Tyler occasionally accepted Cliff’s cock in his mouth before exclaiming how much he liked to taste pussy on a hard dick.
Two other members of the bachelor party were standing close by waiting their turn. They occasionally reached in to fondle the breasts everyone had admired since Stacy took her bra off.
“Dammit, what the fuck,” said an exasperated Stacy. It was a rough hot sweaty foursome and her head was into the experience. Now she was going to have to stop and try to re-establish control.
She and two other girls from Cosmopolitan were working a bachelor party in the Prince of Wales Suite of the Park Plaza Hotel. It had all been very last minute and it was coming at the end of a busy day and night.
Two hours earlier Stacy had been sound asleep in the back of a stretch limousine when her cell phone rang. It was her second week of working for Cosmopolitan Escorts. She’d handled four appointments since her shift began at six.
The last had been with a Japanese businessman who insisted she in his words, “pop him twice.” He was in his sixties and the second time had taken her best efforts plus the insertion of an inflatable butt plug in his skinny behind. He wanted anal only and his penis never entered her vagina. He paid her double for anal and tipped her five hundred dollars. He also promised to tell all his associates in Tokyo about her.
At his request she had written, ‘Serena G.’ on a half dozen of the escort service business card for him to distribute when he returned to Tokyo.
Escorting at night while dancing for six hours during the day was exhausting. Stacy conserved her strength by sleeping on the limousine’s backseat between appointments. The limo was parked on a quiet side street in the lower east side of Manhattan.
“Shit,” whispered Stacy groggily reaching for the phone lying on the console. It was almost eleven. If no one called by midnight, Malcolm, her handsome but surly Afro-American driver would take her back to the apartment and she could curl up with Portia and sleep. Malcolm would be expecting a piece of tail when they pulled up to the curb at her place; but that was something she was looking forward to.
Malcolm was a student at NYU studying computer science. He was seated in the front with an open textbook on his lap when Stacy’s phone rang. On her first night as a working girl, Malcolm had climbed into the back seat when they returned to Stacy and Portia’s temporary residence.
Barbara Somers had mentioned her limo driver would expect a freebie at the end of the shift. “Give Malcolm a quick blowjob and send him on his way. Take care of him and he’ll take good care of you.”
The possibility of getting the shit beat out of you was one of the hazards associated with prostitution. In case of trouble, there was a panic button on Stacy’s pager that was supposed to bring Malcolm in like the Seventh Calvary. But Stacy hadn’t encountered any trouble thus far and Malcolm’s obvious contempt for the stupid whore in the back irritated her.
“Come here, white bitch. I got something for you to suck on,” said Malcolm placing his hand on the back of Stacy’s head to pull her toward his crotch. He’d unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out as he entered the limo. Even in the dim light of the limo’s interior, Stacy could see he was magnificently equipped and she felt a certain warm sensation well up between her thighs. Still, she felt the need to put Malcolm in his place.
“Get me off first,” said Stacy shaking his hand off then hiking up her skirt as she leaned back in the seat placing her legs on the car door’s arm rests. She exposed her sex by the simple act of pulling the crotch of her thong to one side then used her forked fingers to spread her labia. “Eat me, Malcolm, and make me come.”
“Look, Serena, Malcolm Price don’t go down especially on some nasty slut been fucking in the back seat of a limo all night,” said Malcolm. In her first appointment, Stacy had sold sex to a busy lawyer who screwed her in the backseat while Malcolm watched. Normally, Stacy closed a privacy panel between her and the driver but the lawyer paid an extra hundred for Malcolm to watch and jerk off.
There were instances where Cosmopolitan provided both transportation and sex to busy New Yorkers. It was a stretch limo and there was plenty of room for Stacy to spread out. While she was riding the lawyer’s cock, Stacy watched Malcolm watching her.
“My last fuck was in a hotel room and I douched. I’m clean as the cunt you came out of,” said Stacy smiling.
“I told you, Serena. Malcolm doesn’t go down. I don’t give a shit if you scrubbed that coochie of yours out with toilet bowl cleaner. Now get over here and get busy polishing my knob. I got an exam tomorrow and I need to get some rest.”
“A hundred to eat my pussy,” said Stacy holding up a Ben Franklin.
“You’re crazy, bitch,” said Malcolm.
“I’m just horny. All night I’ve been thinking how good it would be for you to put that pink tongue of yours in my twat,” said Stacy.
“Ain’t going to happen,” said Malcolm. But Stacy could tell he was thinking hard about the money
“Two hundred,” said Stacy adding a second bill to the one in her hand. Stacy used her other hand to rub her sex. “Lots of black men love to eat pussy. My dead husband Rodney was black. He liked to eat me when it was full of jism. I used to save him a creampie at the end of the night. I’d come in all hot and sweaty from working lower Sunset and sit on his face.”
“He must have been one sick motherfucker,” said Malcolm. “Even for two hundred, I won’t put my mouth on that filthy twat of yours.”
“Five hundred, college boy,” said Stacy adding three more bills. “That’s more than you probably earn in a week working at Cosmopolitan.”
“You’re one fucking insane whore. You’re going to pay me five hundred dollars to eat your pussy.”
“Yes, now bury your face in my dirty twat, Malcolm,” said Stacy reaching for the back of Malcolm’s head and pulling him toward her sex. Malcolm’s hand reached for the money as he brought his mouth to her sex and began to lick up and down her slit.
“Nice,” said Stacy. “Now just keep licking and sucking until I get off. Then I’ll suck your cock and you can fuck me anyway you want. That includes anal if you’re in the mood to travel the Hershey highway.”
The next night oral sex had only cost Stacy two hundred dollars. Since then Malcolm had been willing and even eager to perform cunnilingus and analingus for free. But Stacy always tipped Malcolm two hundred dollars after they fucked.
Stacy concluded prostitution was an exhausting job with the potential to become tedious after a few weeks. Still some of her dates had been interesting enough that she had awakened a sleeping Portia to describe what happened. Last night’s had been particularly bizarre.
“Are you Serena from Cosmopolitan,” asked a female voice speaking in a mid Western accent from behind the closed hotel door where Stacy had knocked? She was on the concierge level of one of Manhattan’s most upscale hotels. Getting the bell captain to take her to the concierge level had cost her a quickie in an empty room. The bell captain had blown his load in record time aided my the pressure of Stacy’s index finger on his prostate.
“Yes, I’m from Cosmopolitan,” Stacy answered somewhat surprised the voice was female. According to Barbara Somers, requests for lesbian sex by female business executives were becoming more common but still infrequent.
“It’s her, Paul. You’re sure you’re willing to go through with this,” said the voice on the other side of the door. Apparently she was not aware that Stacy could hear her in the hotel hallway.
“Is she pretty,” asked a male voice that must have been Paul?
“From what I can tell through this tiny hole, yes, very much so,” said the woman.
“Well this is your idea, Cathy. I suggest you don’t keep your hooker waiting,” said Paul.
“Be nice, Paul. And remember, after tonight this never happened and we are never to mention it again,” said Cathy.
“Yeah, yeah, now open the door for Chrissakes,” said Paul.
“Hello dear, please come in and have a seat,” said Cathy opening the door and standing aside. “I’m Cathy and this is my husband Paul,” she said as soon as Stacy stepped into the well-appointed hotel room. Cathy was dressed like she had just been to dinner in an expensive restaurant. Paul was seated on the couch watching a football game on television that he turned off as soon as he saw Stacy.
“I’m Serena,” said Stacy shaking the hand of a plump fiftyish woman and then that of her husband who was a good-looking slender muscular man of approximately the same age. He was wearing a suit and tie. Stacy sat down on the couch. When she crossed her legs, the hem rose up past the lace tops of her stay up hose drawing the attention of both Paul and Cathy.
They may be an all American older couple but they are both horny as hell thought Stacy taking a quick glance around the room. It was a standard mini-suite, the kind she had been in more than once in the last few days. They were in the small living room seated in a couch and chair grouping facing a television screen. Stacy could see the bedroom through the doorway. The turn down service must have been by because there was a chocolate mint on each pillow.
“Would you like something to drink,” asked Cathy? “I’ve opened a bottle of chardonnay.”
“No thank you, I wasn’t expecting a couple,” said Stacy.
“Oh, I hope we didn’t do anything wrong. I knew we should have mentioned that to the nice lady on the phone at your escort service. Is it a problem?” said Cathy as she sat down across from Stacy. Cathy allowed her skirt to ride up revealing her generous white thighs above her stay up hose.
“No, not at all, I’m just a little surprised that’s all. A couple is fine,” said Stacy.
“Serena, as you probably have figured out, this is all new to us,” said Paul admiring Stacy’s legs and breasts that were clearly on display in her tight and short knit coordinates. “I would like to add you are an exceptionally beautiful woman.”
“Thank you, Paul. That’s sweet. I’m here to make sure you enjoy yourself and have good memories of your stay in the Big Apple,” said Stacy.
“So you need to guide us through how this works. You are our first prostitute. Oh, I should have said escort. Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude,” said Cathy.
“I understand. I normally start by discussing what you want to do and how much it will cost,” said Stacy. “Payment is required before we begin.”
“The lady on the phone said the basic price was three hundred dollars,” said Cathy.
“Yes, three hundred is what I charge for a half and half,” said Stacy.
“That’s oral followed by regular sex. I read that somewhere,” said Cathy.
“Correct, of course that’s three hundred per person. Anal is another two hundred and anything kinky is negotiable,” said Stacy.
“If I understand you correctly, a half and half for both of us would cost six hundred dollars and if Paul has anal sex with you it would total out at eight hundred,” said Cathy speaking from her years of experience at managing the complicated finances of a multi-million dollar agribusiness.
“Too much,” asked Stacy feeling a little guilty about charging what appeared to be a nice couple that amount?
“No, we came to New York knowing it was very expensive. The lady on the phone also mentioned a tip was expected,” said Cathy.
“You can forget the tip,” said Stacy.
“Look Serena, just because we’re from Kansas, it doesn’t mean we can’t afford to pay our way,” said Paul sounding a little miffed.
“I’m sure you can and I’m sorry if I offended you,” said Stacy.
“How long will you stay,” asked Paul?
“Paul, Cathy, let’s cut to the chase. I’ve got a thing for married couples from America’s heartland. For six hundred, I’ll stay until you are both completely sexually satisfied. I’ll take my time and not rush. Sexually, I’ll do anything you like, oral, vaginal, and anal. Its nine thirty now. Malcolm, my driver, will not expect me back until midnight,” said Stacy realizing she should be charging well over a thousand dollars.
“All right,” said Cathy reaching for her purse. Stacy watched as she counted out eight one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her.
“Thank you,” said Stacy slipping the bills into her purse. “How would you like to start?”
“Oh I don’t know. Suggest something,” said Cathy.
“I’ve taken a pill so I’ll be able to shoot more than once,” said Paul.
“We were hardly having sex at all before Doctor Werner diagnosed Paul with erectile dysfunction and gave him a prescription. Since then we’ve been going at it like rabbits.”
“Christ, Cathy, do you have to tell everyone that,” said Paul.
“Well, it is true,” said Cathy holding her ground.
“Let’s take Paul into the bedroom and undress him. We’ll both get him off orally. Then he can lie on the bed and watch us undress one another and sixty-nine. I assume, Paul, you want to see me and Cathy get it on,” said Stacy.
“He has been after me to have sex with Florence Taylor for years but Florence is such a gossip. The whole county would know about it the next day,” said Cathy.
During the course of several hours of sex with Cathy and Paul, Stacy learned they owned and operated a sixteen hundred acre wheat farm outside of Liberal, Kansas. They were celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary. The trip to NY was a gift from their three sons and two daughters. Cathy had used the hotel’s Internet connection and the laptop computer she brought to monitor wheat futures to locate Cosmopolitan’s WEB site.
It had gone about as Stacy had expected. Paul had stood by the bed while the two women undressed him. Years of physical farm labor had left him with an excellent physique. He was lean and long with a nice smooth cock with a classic mushroom head.
“I bet you love to suck this,” said Stacy admiring Paul’s member as she slowly stroked it to erection.
“It is a beauty. Over the years I’ve gotten to know every square inch of it,” said Cathy.
Once Paul was naked, Stacy brought the three of them into an embrace. Her tongue roamed from Cathy’s to Paul’s mouth and back. The two farmers adapted surprisingly quickly to the scene. Stacy attacked Paul’s nipples as she continued to stroke his now fully erect cock. Stacy lifted Cathy’s skirt to her hips then slipped her fingers under the leg band of her panty. Her fingers encountered a hot wet pussy and when she touched Cathy’s clit a loud moan filled the room.
“I hope these walls are thick. Cathy can get loud when she’s enjoying herself,” said Paul.
“Look, Cathy, there a clear drop of precum,” said Stacy before leaning down and scooping it off with the tip of her tongue. Cathy leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to Stacy’s.
“I knew you’d find the best whores in New York City,” said Paul watching intently as Stacy and his wife tongue kissed.
“On the bed, Paul,” said Stacy when they had removed every stitch of his clothing. Paul lay back with his legs hanging over the side.
“You’re a lucky woman, Cathy, to have all this to yourself,” said Stacy slowly stroking Paul’s member then licking around the head. “I love the way the mushroom head flares out.”
“All the Cartwright’s have one of those,” said Cathy.
“Cathy dated my older brother before we got together,” said Paul as way of explanation as to how Cathy would know that.
“Samuel was killed during the Tet Offensive,” said Cathy.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Stacy holding Paul’s cock for Cathy to lick.
“I thought it was beautiful the first time I saw it. I let him have me on the third date and that was in spite of the fact I promised my mom I’d stay a virgin until I got engaged.”
“That was Samuel not me. The truth is she put out for me on our first date. She raped me. I was an innocent young farm boy,” said Paul enjoying Stacy’s masturbatory technique.
“Let’s show Paul how much we appreciate him,” said Stacy kneeling down. Stacy helped Cathy get to her knees.
“I’ve never done anything like this,” said Cathy.
“You’ve never orally serviced this wonderful instrument,” asked Stacy licking down one side of Paul’s cock.
“Yes, of course, but not with another girl. What do we do?”
“We share his cock, balls and butthole. For starters you suck his left nut and I’ll take the right,” said Stacy. “We begin with butthole play then we lick and suck his penis until he blows his load.”
Stacy taught Cathy to orally coordinate with her so there were always two mouths working on various parts of Paul’s manhood.
“This is incredible,” said Paul enjoying the sensation of two hungry mouths.
“Paul, have you ever had two girls stick their fingers in your ass at the same time,” asked Stacy.
“No, can’t say as I have,” said Paul.
“Lift your legs and grab hold of your big toes,” said Stacy.
“Like this,” asked Paul getting into position with an ease that surprised Stacy?
“Perfect, what a cute brown eye. Give it a kiss, Cathy,” said Stacy pulling Paul’s buttocks apart.
Paul let out a long moan when Cathy passed her saliva-coated tongue across his anus. He moaned even louder when he sensed both women were licking his sphincter.
“Hold him open, Cathy,” said Stacy directing her to pull open her husband’s sphincter.
“Oh Jesus that feels good,” said Paul when he felt Stacy’s tongue slipping in and out his anus.
“Now its Cathy’s turn to eat butt,” said Stacy changing places.
Cathy and Stacy began to exchange deep kisses as they performed analingus on Paul.
“Let’s keep our index fingers inside his asshole working his prostate while we suck him off,” said Stacy before she captured Paul’s cock head in her mouth.
A few minutes of coordinated mouth loving combined with the pressure of two female digits on his prostate caused Paul to release his semen in Stacy’s mouth.
“Watch us, Paul,” said Stacy holding the semen on her tongue. When Paul raised his head, Stacy pulled Cathy into an embrace and they kissed while maintaining eye contact with Paul. Stacy deliberately smeared Paul’s semen over their mouths.
“Shit, just like in a porn film,” exclaimed Paul before allowing his head to fall back on the bed.
“We need some music,” said Stacy locating her favorite Latino radio station on the suite’s sound system.
“I’ll lead,” said Stacy taking Cathy into her arms. She allowed the older woman to rest her head on her shoulder as they slowly danced around the room. It was a slow rumba and Stacy took her time allowing her mind to focus on the erotic nature of what she was doing.
Stacy started to kiss Cathy as they danced. Paul lay on the large bed stroking his cock watching the women dance.
“I’m going to undress you as we dance,” said Stacy reaching behind Cathy to unzip her dress.
By the time the song ended, Cathy was wearing her hose and jewelry. Stacy shed her clothes quickly. The two women held each other and kissed as they danced.
“Let’s get on the bed and sixty nine,” suggested Stacy as the song ended.
“I want to be your bitch so I’ll take the bottom,” said Cathy.
Stacy straddled the housewife lowering her sex until Cathy’s tongue touched her sex. Paul was laying beside them his leg touching Stacy’s. His cock was hard again.
“Suck my clit, bitch,” said Stacy positioning her clitoris within reach of Cathy’s mouth. Cathy eagerly complied.
“Your wife likes to eat pussy, Paul, and she’s good at it,” said Stacy reaching down to rub Cathy’s clit.
“I knew she would. She just needed to try it once,” said Paul. “Florence said she was willing.”
“Now for my ass,” said Stacy moving her hips as she reached back to separate her buttocks. Stacy immediately felt the presence of Cathy’s tongue on her sphincter.
“That’s right, Cathy, a good bitch can’t get her tongue far enough up her dyke’s ass. Show Paul what a pig slut you are,” said Stacy changing her position slightly to give him a clear view. “What do you think, Paul? You like watching Cathy suck my asshole?”
“Shit yes, she’s a slut and I love her for it,” said Paul fisting his cock as he watched his wife’s tongue licking Stacy’s sphincter.
Stacy took hold of Cathy’s legs and lifted them before placing her mouth on Cathy’s clit. Stacy relaxed and wet the older woman’s anus with her mouth then worked an index finger past her anal ring. Cathy shouted a long string of expletives as she orgasmed. Leaving her to recover, Stacy straddled Paul allowing his cock to sink into her pussy.
A few minutes before midnight, Stacy tiptoed out of the suite leaving the snoring couple sound asleep.
It was later when Portia was licking Malcolm’s semen from her hard working vagina Stacy told Portia about the couple from Kansas who were in agribusiness.