Customer Satisfaction

I found what I was looking for on the Internet. It took some time, but I knew exactly what I wanted.

"Lady Patricia" her web site was called. The home page picture showed an attractive woman, perhaps thirties, neat dark hair to her shoulders. She was standing in a long black halter top evening dress that clung to the curves of what was obviously a man's dream of a figure. Her dress was slit high up her bare leg provocatively thrust as if to invite men to run their hands along its full length from her high heeled sandal to the delights at the top. The cleavage was cut in a deep V, held barely closed by a bow between large breasts that were all but bursting out. The look on her face proclaimed confidence, sensuality, sophistication, experience, mischief - everything a whore should be!

Underneath her picture the caption read "High class private modelling and sensual massage. See me in and out of the outfit of your choice." An icon below her picture read "Enter - if you dare!"

I dared, and I could hardly believe the pictures I saw! Patricia displayed her luscious body in penis straining nude poses, in hardcore sex action with men, having lesbian sex with naked women, all as kinky and erotic as anything I'd ever ogled in porn. Patricia's price for her services was high, but if those pictures were anything to go by I'd be getting my money's worth. "Your place or mine" her site had read, and minutes later we'd arranged it: at my place - here!

Patricia arrived precisely on time, dressed exactly how I'd asked. A smart jacket, a thin boob-clinging white blouse, a grey business skirt ending just above the knee, tight over the curves of her bottom and showing the outline of her panties beneath. Her shapely legs were in sheer seamed black nylons and black high heels. She wore understated pearls at her ears and throat. She looked just like my manager at work I'd wanted to shag for years but had only ever had in my masturbation fantasies. I guessed she'd met many men with fantasies like mine.

For a moment I wondered if the neighbours had noticed Patricia's arrival. I guessed not. In our quiet suburban street of big set back detached houses with expensive cars in our drives we barely even notice each other's existence.

I made sure I put her at ease, welcoming her, speaking to her like a man should to a sophisticated professional lady. I took her jacket, like a gentleman should, and saw the shadow of a dark bra through her well filled blouse. I complimented her on her outfit and with a smile she thanked me.

She noticed the picture on the wall of my wife and kids. She looked worried for a moment, and asked if my wife was away. Seeing my pretty blonde wife beside me Patricia must have wondered why the hell I wanted sex with a prostitute. But she was a professional. She knew better than to ask. I reassured her my wife was out of the way and there wouldn't be a problem. Guessing I was just another otherwise decent middle class guy wanting some extra marital hanky panky I saw her visibly relax.

I offered her a drink, observing the traditional English rite. But with a demure smile she declined. She said she wanted to get straight down to business: she was a professional.

I suggested we went up to the bedroom, and I led the way up the stairs. Our main bedroom's large, pastel decorated, with net curtains at the windows like all the houses in our quiet suburban street, letting the sun stream through but not letting anyone see what naughty things go on inside! There's a king size bed and I'd thrown off the bed covers ready for Patricia to perform. On the chest of drawers was a vase of fresh cut flowers left that morning by my wife, a lovely touch. I told Patricia what I wanted.

"I'll get naked so you can see my cock sticking up for you. Then you'll strip for me. I'll take some pictures."

"Take whatever pictures you want," she replied, then with a playful grin "just send the hottest to me."

"Then," I continued, "I want you to do something for me I've never asked my wife to do."

She didn't reply, but the look on her face told me there weren't many things men hadn't dared to ask her to do. She'd seen everything. She was a prostitute, after all. But even she would never have guessed what I had in mind for her!

She knelt on the bed watching me as I stripped. I'm forties and I've got nothing to be ashamed of, I guess unlike some of her other flabby, half impotent clients. I'm the weight I should be, muscular from the gym, and tanned. I saw her smile when I was just in my white speedo style designer briefs showing the outline of my shaft, knob and balls through the thin taut cloth, and pushed out in a huge cone by my straining hard erection. They're my wife's favourite. I'd taken a Viagra an hour or so before Patricia arrived and my cock felt like a steel bar, ready for anything Patricia could do for me, and more! I stepped forward and let Patricia slip my briefs down my thighs. My boner sprang out, arching up from my hairy balls as far as my belly button.

"Ready for this, Patricia?" I said standing wide legged thrusting my hard up seven inches toward her and running my fingers along my shaft to emphasise its length.

"Mmmmmmmm! I see I'm going to have a good time!" Patricia purred. I guessed she said that to every man showing off his cock, but it sounded good just the same.

"Now strip for me," I said. "Real slow, and make it hot."

She started by showing me a raunchy upskirt, squatting wide legged on her heels, the way my manager does in my masturbation fantasies. I saw she was wearing the stockings, suspenders and black see through lace panties I'd asked for. She posed squatting like that both for my camera and for my hand to explore her thighs above her stocking tops and to slide down inside the front of her panties to ruffle her cunt hair.

Then she stripped. I needn't have bothered to ask her to make it slow and hot. She was a professional and I should have guessed from her website pictures that she knew exactly what guys liked. Skirt first, then blouse, then underwear poses for my camera. Then her bra came off for me to play with her big soft round tits and for her to swing them and thrust them for my camera. Panties next, slipping slowly down her legs. She posed with them part way down her spread thighs for my camera and my exploring fingers slipping through her neat little triangle of almost black cunt hair to her juicy vagina lips. Suspenders off next, real slow. Stockings came off last of all. For that Patricia laid back on the bed, folded up and spread her legs wide for my camera and fingers as she peeled them deliciously slowly down her long smooth legs. Then the nude poses!

I got Patricia to arch her naked body into the most erotic poses I could imagine, sprawled over the bed and the bedroom chair, spreading her long legs, thrusting her big breasts and her cheeky bottom, showing me her cunt from every angle, fingering her pussy like she was masturbating and lots more. I think I got her into poses that even she found imaginative! Best of all Patricia's eyes and grin told me she was enjoying every moment.

Finally I put my camera down. I stood in front of Patricia, leaning forward to brace my thighs against the bed, spread my legs wide, with my hard up cock aimed at Patricia and swinging stiffly.

"Now, whore, suck my cock off," I ordered. I'd soon discovered she liked being called "whore", "slut" and "bitch" and me saying other filthy things to her. As I gave my order I fingered my balls and gently stroked my cock to the peak of sensitivity. The look on her face said "is that all you want?" But little did she know what was coming!

Patricia was on all fours, legs wide, big breasts swinging under her, the wardrobe mirror behind her treating me to a view of her legs, her smooth bum cheeks gleaming in the sunlight, and her hairy pussy peeping at me between the tops of her thighs.

She was an expert, a true professional. She leaned forward, licked my lust swollen knob, tickled and fondled my balls with her fingertips, stroked me over the inside tops of my spread thighs and under me between my arse and balls. With just my penis head in her mouth and her big brown eyes looking up at me she massaged it with her tongue and lightly stroked my shaft up and down between her fingers. I could have taken any amount of that! Then she started to suck me to my cum in earnest.

Her whole body rocked rhythmically as her warm wet lips slid up and down my shaft, from her nose meeting my pubes to her lips sliding up over my cock head, squeezing like a tight young vagina, catching the base ridge of my knob and that sensitive spot just under my penis head. She sucked my cock on the up stroke and her deft, light fingers played all the time over my shaft, my balls and between my spread legs. As she sucked me off I stroked my hands over her bare back and shoulders, and ran my fingers through her soft brown hair and in the mirror I watched the rhythmic movement of her bottom, pussy and breasts.

After long exquisite minutes my orgasm rose. I shoved my hips forward, trying involuntarily to thrust my cock as far as I could down her throat, I gripped her shoulders to pull her face against my belly, and as she squeezed her lips round my straining cock I grunted her name as my jerking cock pumped my semen down her throat.

I held her face against my belly for a while, then released her and stepped back. My half erect penis was still dripping semen. Patricia licked the dangling strand of semen from my cock head, and flicked my knob with her tongue to elicit a last pulse of semen and orgasm pleasure.

"Was that good?" Patricia asked with a grin, kneeling with her knees wide on the bed and brushing her brown hair out of her eyes. "Did you enjoy me doing something you'd never ask your wife to do for you?"

Right on cue the bedroom door, which had been ajar, opened and in walked my wife. She was in my favourite skimpy light purple bra and panties that showed her figure was almost as good as Patricia's. Patricia looked as if a bomb had hit her. Anticipating the wrath of a wife catching her husband with a prostitute Patricia's jaw dropped, her eyes bulged and the colour drained from her face.

My wife smiled at Patricia.

"You were right, darling. She is very pretty." Then, turning her attention to Patricia. "Didn't my husband look sexy wearing those briefs? They're my favourite. He asked me to wait till you'd sucked his lovely big cock off before I joined you."

As my wife spoke she reached down between Patricia's spread thighs and cupped her hand over Patricia's hairy cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm! Lovely! Warm, furry and wet! You go with women too, don't you? Shall we play now, since my husband's had his fun?"

It was at that point that colour began to return to Patricia's face, and she visibly relaxed as she realised what was going on. "You kinky bastard!" Patricia's eyes said to me, but she grinned. My wife joined Patricia on the bed, kneeling wide legged facing her and fondling Patricia's breasts and cunt.

"Go on!" my wife said excitedly. "Undress me! Oooooooohhh! I haven't done it with another girl since before I was married."

My wife had discovered watching lesbian sex turns me on while we were watching a porn movie together and she wanked me over a lesbian sex scene. That same night my wife had confessed her own girl on girl past. There can't be much more erotic than watching naked women wrestling together. Almost as good is being expertly wanked by my wife as she describes passionate girl on girl sessions at nineteen with her best friend. Patricia had been my wife's idea!

My wife purred with pleasure, my penis began to rise again and my camera clicked as Patricia ran her hands expertly over my wife, stroking her breasts and cunt through the thin purple cloth of her bra and panties. Patricia unclipped and removed my wife's bra. My wife moaned with sex pleasure as Patricia ran her hands over the curves of my wife's big breasts, catching her nipples the way I knew my wife likes. As I watched, those nipples slowly swelled and peaked with arousal.

My wife got on all fours for Patricia to slip her panties off from behind. My cock was well on its way to full erection by then, and in a playful but so erotic touch Patricia hung my wife's purple cotton panties on my hard up cock! Just for fun I put them on. They bulged over my cock even more spectacularly than my briefs had done!

As soon as her panties were off, still on all fours my wife spread her thighs for Patricia's exploring hand. Patricia tickled her slowly down the valley between her bum cheeks, reached under her between her legs and to finger my wife's lightly furred pussy. My wife gasped and moaned at the touch of Patricia's expert hand stroking the lips of her gaping vagina, and her swinging breasts bounced as she squirmed with sexual pleasure.

My wife and I needn't have had any doubts about how Patricia would treat another woman. She was, after all, a professional, and the smile on Patricia's face as she aroused my wife showed this was a job she was enjoying! As they played I took pictures, and my hands also enjoyed the deliciously smooth curves of two naked women's bodies. Then, still on all fours, my wife asked Patricia for something special too:

"Spank me!" my wife said, tossing her blonde hair off her shoulder and looking at Patricia over her shoulder, and with an edge of excitement in her voice. "Go on! Please!"

Thwack!

"Yes! ... Again! ... Ooooh!" My wife cried out as Patricia's hand slapped her bottom, leaving a momentary red imprint, and setting her buttocks quivering. Patricia delivered six of the best, before my wife spread her legs wide again, fingered herself between her legs and asked Patricia to carry on pleasuring her pussy.

Then I watched, fondled naked female flesh, ruffled female pubic hair and clicked away on my camera as the two women wrestled on the bed. They kissed and fondled each other's breasts and cunts, tickled each other's breasts with their cunt hair, got themselves into scissors position to rub their hairy pussies together, and lots, lots more!

Finally my wife rolled onto her back, spread her legs as wide as she could, and fingered her juice soaked vagina and bush, moaning and squirming with arousal and sex pleasure. Then she reached up her arms toward Patricia.

"Please ... Want ... Pleasure my pussy ..." my wife moaned.

Patricia got on top of my wife in 69 position, her spread thighs astride my wife's blonde haired head, her cunt above my wife's face, her hanging breasts swinging above my wife's front with her nipples brushing my wife's belly, and with her face above my wife's juice sodden cunt. My wife reached up to stroke Patricia's thighs and gripped Patricia's bottom to pull Patricia's cunt against her lips.

"Mmmmmmmm!" My wife purred as Patricia bent her head down to kiss and lick my wife's cunt.

Patricia pleasured my wife's cunt with her tongue, lips and fingers. Kissing, licking and probing with her tongue for a while, then switching to fingers stroking my wife's vagina lips and clit, then back to using her lips and tongue. Patricia obviously knew exactly what a woman wants, and how to make a woman wait. My wife squirmed, squealed, moaned, panted and sobbed with the steadily mounting sex pleasure. As they played my camera collected wank fodder.

Finally, with Patricia's fingers stroking her labia and circling her clit, my wife climaxed. Her legs slowly folded up and tried to wrap over Patricia's back just like they do over my bum when she climaxes when I'm fucking her. She shrieked and thrust her hips up with the pulses of an explosive orgasm. She dug her fingers into Patricia's bum and thighs and pressed her face between Patricia's legs. Her body jerked again and again, then finally she flopped back on the bed panting, with Patricia holding her hand cupped over my wife's throbbing mound while she savoured her afterglow, just the way I do when I've finger fucked her.

Straining inside my wife's panties my penis felt tight enough to snap. My cock was ready for action and I knew what I wanted. I took her panties off and quickly lubed my shaft from one of my wife's cosmetic jars. I got on the bed, kneeling behind Patricia and moved forward so the head of my penis was nestling between Patricia's bum cheeks, with my balls right above my wife's face. I had a long fondle of Patricia's soft smooth thighs and bum cheeks, and reached under her between her spread thighs to play with her vagina lips and to ruffle her cunt hair.

"Thank you darling! Thank you so much!" I heard my wife whisper from down below Patricia's spread thighs.

Then I treated myself to a delicious wank. I was Viagra stiffened, well lubed, and frantic from the memory of the lesbian sex I'd just watched. With my spare hand I caressed Patricia's legs and bottom, and reached under her to fondle her cunt. I had my whole fist wrapped round my straining well oiled shaft and stroked rhythmically and methodically full length, pat-patting Patricia's bum as my hand slid over my penis head at the top of my strokes.

I edged a couple of times, holding my cum back almost painfully at the brink. Then with my shaft feeling taut enough to snap I wanked myself through to my cum with just my thumb and forefinger round my shaft, stroking across the base of my knob so I came deliciously slowly. I shoved my cock head into Patricia's bum crack as I spurted dollop after dollop of creamy white semen over Patricia's bum and the backs of her spread thighs, into her bum crack and over Patricia's hairy pussy. Afterwards as I leaned back with my cock swinging limp, I watched my semen trickle down Patricia's thighs and drip from her cunt onto my wife's face. We disentangled ourselves, and my wife used her purple panties to wipe my semen off her face, and off Patricia's bum, thighs and cunt.

Patricia didn't stay long afterwards. She had another client to visit. I said I'd send Patricia the hottest of my pictures for her web site, and I'd write a customer satisfaction review on her web site. We paid her twice what I'd initially agreed as she certainly hadn't been expecting the two of us.

"Wow!" Said my wife as the door closed behind Patricia. We hadn't bothered to put on more than my briefs and her purple bra and panties. "Is that Viagra still working?" my wife asked. My bulging briefs showed it certainly was. "Mmmmmmm!" she purred, fingering my bulge. "I'm still throbbing. We've got an hour before the kids are back from school. Are you ready for another whore?"

What happened next is another story!