Night After Night

"So you guarantee that I'll have an orgasm," Melissa said.

"I don't make guarantees," the representative of Eros Hotel said. "What I said was that if you're not satisfied, you will be granted a refund."

"Doesn't satisfied mean that I'll have an orgasm?"

The woman's voice was clear and cultured. "Only you will be the judge of what that word means. We guarantee satisfaction to each of our customers for every visit." She typed a few sentences on her computer, printed out a sheet of paper and handed it to Melissa. "Read this carefully and, if you're comfortable with all the terms, sign at the bottom."

Melissa read. The agreement said very little, just that she was going to spend an hour with some man who would make every effort to see that she was ‘satisfied.' There was that word again. Oh well, Melissa thought, for a thousand dollars she'd better be, and if she wasn't, she'd get her money back. The contract stated that in very clear language. She signed.

"I'll set up a time for you, at your convenience of course, and get in touch."

As Melissa left the Eros Hotel, she considered what she had just done. She had just celebrated, if that was the right word, her thirtieth birthday, and had finally admitted to herself that she hadn't really climaxed in all that time. Oh, she'd had lovers all right. Quite a few. And they were talented in bed. But she seemed unable to climb over the edge, make the electricity, the fireworks. The earth hadn't moved. Ever.

This guy better be good, she thought. For a grand, he'd better be more than good.

At five minutes to eight on the arranged evening, Melissa arrived at the Eros Hotel and was escorted to Room 6 by the same woman she had met with several days earlier. She knocked and the door was opened by a tall, slender man with wire-rimmed glasses and a slight overbite. He had soft, sandy hair, hazel eyes and slightly larger than necessary ears. Melissa was deeply disappointed. She had pictured some dark haired, dark eyed, Greek god type with a gorgeous body and great, talented hands. Well, she thought, looking down, his hands are really great. Maybe that's all that matters.

"This is Justin," the woman said, "and he's here for your pleasure."

God, Melissa thought, he's a male prostitute. She'd never really thought about that aspect of it all before. About the guy. He must service several women each week, maybe several in a night. Ugh. Maybe not!

"It's really alright," Justin said, taking her hand. "It's really not as bad as all that. Since I'm engaged for you for as long as you want, we can just sit and talk for a while. Then you can get a refund and be on your way." He pulled at her hand gently and guided her into the well-furnished room. The door closed and, as they settled on the sofa, Melissa felt very alone.

"I've been told about your desires and I'm only happy to try to help. I understand that you've never climaxed. A lovely woman like you should have had a bevy of lovers, all able to please you."

His voice held such sincerity that Melissa relaxed a bit. "I've had lovers," she admitted. "And they were all good. But I've never...."

"How do you know they were good lovers?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard the question," Justin said, gazing into her eyes. "How do you know they were good lovers?"

"Well, because.... Well, everyone said that .... Well...."

"Did any of them ask you what you wanted?"

"No."

"Did any of them play and tease and kiss?"

"Kiss? Of course we kissed."

"Like this?" Justin slid his arms around Melissa's shoulders and lightly touched her lips with his. His tongue slowly licked the joining of her lips until her mouth opened. Melissa was surprised when he didn't push his tongue into her mouth. Instead he nibbled at her lower lip, licked her upper one, then moved to her jaw. He placed a line of kisses along her jawline until he reached her earlobe. He nipped at the soft flesh until she almost cried out.

When he sat back, he asked, "Like that?"

"Well," Melissa said, "not quite like that."

"And did you ever tell them what you wanted?"

"Of course not."

"Why not? Don't you know what you want?"

"Well, of course I do but it's not my place to ask."

Justin laughed. "Why in the world not? How are they supposed to know what you want unless you tell them?"

Melissa was speechless. How indeed? But this wasn't her fault, was it? Men were just supposed to know.

"For example," Justin said, his mouth now close to Melissa's ear, "what do you want right now?"

I want your hands all over me, Melissa thought, but she couldn't say it. It just wasn't her place to say. "I don't know?"

"Of course you do," Justin said. "You're like so many women, taught to be silent during lovemaking. Never ask. Well now you'll have to tell me." When she hesitated, he said, "I'll make it easy. Do you want me to kiss you?"

Her body was humming, needing. She'd worked herself into quite a state waiting for this evening and she wanted him to get to it. She did want kissing, but more, she wanted his hands. And his body. She wanted to know, to stop worrying and wondering.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Oh yes," she said. "Please."

"Good," Justin said, sliding his hands up her arms. "I love touching beautiful women."

Melissa's eyes flew open. "Let's get one thing straight here," she said. "I'm not beautiful. I'm an ordinary looking woman with quite a few extra pounds, and I don't want to be lied to."

"You are such a silly woman," Justin said as he opened her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders.. "Every woman is beautiful. Are you a movie star? Of course not. A beauty queen? No. But you are warm and soft and anxious for loving. That's beauty, and anyone who doesn't think so is crazy."

As Melissa started to protest, Justin's hands moved to her breasts. She had always been particularly sensitive there and her dates usually found that out quite quickly. A few pinches and sucks, then whammo. Not now, she cried silently. Not this time!

Slowly Justin tossed Melissa's blouse aside and unfastened and removed her bra. He lifted her ample breasts and played with her nipples. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Oh yes," she said.

"Would you like me to continue or do something else."

She couldn't speak.

"Tell me." He leaned down and took one hard nipple into his mouth. Gently he sucked it deeper, increasing the pressure until she thought she would explode. "I know what you like," he said. "It's obvious to anyone who cares, but I want you to begin to control the lovemaking. Tell me what you want."

"More."

"Of what?"

Melissa swallowed hard. "Suck me like you did."

"Good," he growled, taking possession of her other nipple. As he sucked, he rhythmically squeezed the other. Melissa could feel the rhythm echoing through her body and deep between her legs.

For long minutes he played with her breasts, lightly biting, pinching, teasing, until Melissa felt hungry for more. "Tell me," he whispered. "You will have to tell me."

"I need more," she whispered, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice.

"What do you need?"

Melissa almost cried. "I can't."

"You can't tell me yet," he said, taking her hand. "So show me. Where do you want me to touch you?"

Again Melissa swallowed. Then she took his hand and slid it down her belly and between her legs. "Good," he said. "So good. I know that was hard for you, but you will see how much easier it will become to ask for what you want, what you need."

He began to stroke her through her slacks. She was getting wetter and wetter, her legs opening wider of their own accord, her hips moving to increase the pressure of his fingers. Needing more direct contact, Melissa unbuttoned her slacks.

"I'll do that," Justin said, moving her hand away from her pants, "but you have to ask."

"Take them off," she groaned. "Please."

Quickly he removed her slacks and her panties. "Do you want me to touch you, or use my mouth?"

She wanted it all. "Touch me," she whispered.

"Good girl," he said, sliding his fingers through her wet folds. His fingers seemed to know where to rub and stroke to drive her higher. This was where she usually lost it, the excitement slipping away, dissipating like smoke. Not this time. Please, not this time.

"Do you want my mouth?"

Although she had showered just before she came to the Eros Hotel, she knew she was no longer sweet smelling. She could smell the odor of sex. "No," she said, although it was a lie. A date of hers had had a hot tub and they had played in it. That time she had felt good about the odor.

Justin inhaled deeply. "I love the smell of an aroused woman. The scent alone is almost enough for me to climax." He took Melissa's hand and placed it on his bulging crotch. "Feel what you do to me."

He was so hard, Melissa realized. Can he mean what he's saying? He flicked his tongue over her hard clit. "Tell me. Does that feel good?"

Good? It was heaven. "Yes," she admitted.

"Then let me love you with my mouth."

"Let you?"

He chuckled. "Please."

"Oh, yes."

His mouth covered her clit, slowly sucking until the pressure was almost unbearably erotic. Then he released, and again sucked. She felt his fingers playing with the folds at the entrance to her channel. "Oh," she hissed. "Oh, God."

Higher and higher until she could almost reach the top. Almost. Almost.

Then he plunged three fingers into her and she came. "Oh God, oh God, oh God. Yes, yes, yes."

He kept sucking and driving his fingers into her until she was drained. Slowly her body relaxed and his motions slowed. "I never realized...," she whispered.

"I know. And there's so much more. You are a grown woman, yet there is so much more to learn. So much I can teach you."

She could barely make her mind focus. "More?"

"Shall we make another date here for next week?"

He was a male prostitute, yet he had helped her to feel so much. Maybe he could teach her. More? "Oh yes." It was more than worth the tuition.

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