Chapter 236 - 4 - Budget Surplus

I grossed almost three thousand that first month! I was popular! My expenses were pretty good, just had to get more oil. Well, lots of oil, actually. And more loofah balls for the shower. And, well, I hadn't seen the electricity bill yet. My washer/dryer ran every day. I paid Mark back in whole, so he and I are square. It's good to be back on my feet again.

Oh, and I lost ten pounds! They are kind of just falling off. Mark suggested I not eat any wheat for awhile. No hamburger buns, waffles, doughnuts, rolls, toast, crackers, none of it. Shit! I love all those things! But hey, ten pounds gone already. I'll keep it up then.

I told Mark of my exploits, I had to tell Somebody! He laughed with me at some of the goofy guys, got noticeably turned on by some of them, and expressed concern at a couple of the guys.

"The best thing to do with guys like Trevor is to just say that you aren't available. Hopefully, he'll get the hint."

Trevor had some anger issues and honestly, he scared me. He got mad that we weren't going to fuċk and grabbed my arm, hard. I tried to tell him that I advertise in the Body Rub section and not the Escort section but he didn't seem to understand. I mean, yeah, I am fuċkɨnġ one of my clients for money, but I'm not a Total Whore!

Hopefully, he'll disappear. But that's not what I want to talk about.

On this particular Wednesday, I got a text from someone who said she was a woman, and that she wondered if I did outcalls to hotels?

Mark had suggested that outcalls could be an option for me, as long as it was a nice hotel and not some fleabag in Santa Ana or something. I could charge more for it, too. Travel time, don't ya know.

So I told this lady to call me instead of texting, I wanted to hear her voice. The phone rang immediately.

"Hello?"

"Hi, my name is Shelby," she said quietly. "We were just texting? I was calling about Saturday?"

"Yes, hi Shelby! I can hear that you are a woman! Sorry, but I get lots of weirdos and have to make sure."

"Oh, I guess you do. So um, my husband and I are staying at the Hilton by the beach this weekend and, well, we were wondering if you could come by sometime? Your ad doesn't say if you do outcalls or not?"

Oh wow, I thought. her and her husband? Kinky! I'd had one semi-experience with another girl, a long time ago. It was the summer after high school, and this friend and I were feeling sorry for ourselves on Saturday night. We got drunk, cried a little, laughed a lot, then she showed me some of her dad's pȯrn on videotapes. We didn't get entirely nȧkėd, but we masturbated next to each other. Then we masturbated each other, which was really fuċkɨnġ strange but so cool! And we kissed and felt each other's titties. Then I threw up (in the toilet) and that pretty much ended that. We didn't talk about it again. I was relieved but also a bit bummed as it was, I guess 'interesting' is the word I'm looking for.

"Okay, yeah!" I said, making up my mind. "We can do something. Well, you've seen my ad, so it's just a sensual rub, not full service--"

"Oh right! No, we don't need that. I just want a massage and my husband just wants to, um, he just wants to watch, if that's okay."

"Sure, fine. So being that it's for Saturday, and an outcall, that would be..." Oh shit, what would that be? How much should I charge? Fuck, I should think about these things beforehand.

"Three hundred for the hour." I almost said 'How does that sound?' but I remembered Mark's advice: State your price with authority. They'll pay it, or they won't. Don't sound wishy washy.

"Three hundred sounds great! But listen. Can we go over on the time, if we want to?"

"Sure thing uh... we can do like, an hour and a half, or whatever. I don't have any appointments after this one." I was thinking, what the hell am I going to do for 90 minutes? Or two hours? Holy shit!

Shelby texted me pics of their drivers licenses. She was 41, pleasant face, red hair (dyed but looked good, not stupid), 5-7 and 140 pounds. Husband Ted was 40, brown hair, decent looking, 5-10 and 180. That's the cool thing about drivers licenses, I get all their measurements!

Saturday came around and I got ready. I had to re-Brazilian myself again, so I had that done Friday morning, hoping it would all settle down by Saturday, which it did. Shelby didn't specify anything for me to wear, so I went to Victoria's for some Secret stuff.

I dressed in business wear: medium blue skirt, white blouse, and blue pumps. I packed my little roller bag with my oils, candles, music speaker, and some higher heels! Mark said I shouldn't look like a sŀut going in the lobby. Sounded like good advice.

Texted Shelby for the room number and made my way up to the ninth floor. In the elevator, I put my hair up in a bun, so I looked more sever. Undid a buŧŧon on my blouse. Nope, one more. Okay another one. Yes! Glasses on. Now I looked like some sŀutty business lady I've seen in the pȯrns. 936, 936, oh it's this way. I almost knocked, then stopped myself. Glancing around to make sure nobody was there, I grabbed my nɨppŀės hard and twisted them. Come on girls, more twisting, yes, there they are! I pulled my blouse back and my nɨppŀės stuck out accordingly. Deep breath. Exhale. Relax. Knock quietly on the door.

"Hi Patience, come inside!" Shelby greeted me warmly. "This is my husband Ted, can I offer you a glass of shine? I mean, wine, chardonnay, not shine! Oh I'm so dumb!"

I giggled and hugged Shelby, and not just a quick one, but a nice long and strong hug. Then I hugged Ted almost the same way. He just smiled and kind of looked about like he didn't know what to do next.

They sat at the two chairs at the table and I sat on the edge of the king bed. We drank our wine, we didn't sip! I think all of us needed a little ŀubrɨċȧtɨȯn.

I took charge of the situation. "Is this your first time getting a massage?"

"Yes," replied Shelby. "Does it show? We're both kind of nervous!"

"Oh you guys are fine! But you do seem a little nervous. Let's refill our glasses, and we can take our time. I've got all the time you need."

"Oh stupid me!" cried Shelby. "Ted! Get the envelope!"

Ted almost knocked over both their wine glasses as he leapt up and charged over to the desk. He pulled out an envelope, then tried to hand it to me.

"Just set it down here, Ted." I instructed, indicating next to me on the bed.

I peeked in and saw several hundred dollar bills. More than 3 which was our agreed upon price.

"There's six hundo there, I figure two hours is good to start. We have more cash if we want to go longer, is that okay?" Shelby was so sweet. Her voice was still a little shaky, though.

I stood up and put the envelope in my rolling suitcase. Six hundred bucks! And maybe more! I tried not to rub my hands together like I usually do when I'm excited.

"Why don't you come sit over here, Shelby." She sat right next to me, our legs touching. Her white capris were nice and tight on her, and the pale pink sweater was just so cute. I brushed her red hair back behind her left ear.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" I asked gently.

Shelby's face turned pink, a few shades darker than her sweater. She just shook her head slightly 'no'.

"Ever kissed a woman?"

She sat for a moment, then shook her head ever so slightly again.

"But, you're okay if that happens? I don't want to pressure you or anything. We aren't going to do anything you don't want to."

She paused, and then looked at Ted and nodded her head 'yes'. Okay, she's a complete newbie, and I'm just bȧrėly passed her, but she doesn't know that.

I placed my hand on her leg and gently squeezed. "I think we're going to have fun tonight!" and we both giggled.

"Okay, help me spread out these towels on the bed? And Ted, you light some candles, please." I dug them out of my case. Shelby and I arranged the towels and placed some pillows nearby, too. I got out my music speaker and put on my Pandora mix of new age guitars, it's very soothing.

I turned out the electric lights, and said to Ted, "Why don't you help your wife get undressed, I'm going to the ladies room for a few moments. Then, honey, lay face down, your head here. And place this hand towel over your bum. I'll be right back!"

Inside the bathroom, I took my blouse off and my bra. Then I put the blouse back on, but left it unbuttoned and just tied the ends together at the bottom. I hiked my skirt up and pulled my pȧntɨės off. I sniffed them, they had a good strong scent! I changed my shoes to the much taller stripper heels and slid them over my wide-mesh stockings, held up by a pretty garter belt. I posed and turned in front of the mirror because, well, that's what I do. I thought I looked pretty good. My "Power" nɨppŀės got hard again all by themselves. They poked through my blouse nicely.

I ran the hot water, and while I waited for it I rubbed my pussƴ lips a little bit, grazing my ċŀɨt now and then. Mmmmm. I was going to let my hair down, but then I held off.

I wet a washcloth with the ultra-hot water, then opened the door and asked if they were ready. I got a giggly 'yes' from Shelby. Here we go!

I grabbed the hot cloth, my big lacy black bra and my matching lace pȧntɨės and strode out into the room.

Shelby lay face down, like I said, but she didn't have the towel on her bum. It just stuck up nȧkėd in the air, inviting me. Her head was turned so she could see Ted as I walked to him and turned away from him, facing her.

"Ted? Be a dear and pull out my hair pin?" My luscious brunette hair tumbled around my shoulders. I could hear Shelby gasp as she watched, intently.

"Thank you darling," I said to Ted as he sat back down. "Say, can you hold this for me?" and I dropped my bra in his ŀȧp. He snatched it up and held one of the cups to his face.

"Thank you, Patience," he mumbled. I could see his pants bulging.

I stepped over to Shelby and dropped my pȧntɨės right in front of her face and nose.

"Thought you might like these?"

"Oh my God!" she squealed as she grabbed the damp pȧntɨės and smashed them into her face, breathing in deeply. I smiled and laid the hot washcloth right on the crack of her ȧss. I knew she would be clean, so this was just for shock value and pŀėȧsurė.

Shelby mȯȧnėd as the steaming towel hit her tender buŧŧ hole, then mȯȧnėd again as I pressed into the washcloth and rubbed it up and down her ȧss crack.

"Too hot?" I asked, teasingly.

"Oh fuċk no!" Shelby blurted out too loudly. Then she laughed at her faux pas. "I am loving this so much!"

"We've only just begun."

I discovered that standing by the bed and leaning over was kind of hard on my back, so I clambered onto the bed beside Shelby and started the massage.

My fingers and nails did their ultra-light speed finger dance all over Shelby's back, legs, and bum. She squirmed and squealed with delight. I looked directly in Ted's eyes as I did this. I could only see his eyes as my bra covered up the rest of his face. I licked my lips for him, and made a kissy face. He just reached for his ċȯċk and started stroking the outside of his pants.

After several minutes of this, and I mean minutes, not moments, I slowed down my speed and increased the pressure slightly, still traveling all over her body. But I hadn't touched any 'private parts' yet. I figured now was a good time for that.

As my right hand rubbed her shoulder with some good pressure, I dangled the fingers of my left hand down her ȧss crack. Up and down just on the crack lightly, then pressing a little harder so my fingers spread her ȧss cheeks apart, seeking their target.

"Is this okay baby?" I whispered.

"Yes," she giggled. "Just surprised me is all. Don't stop!"

I moved a little so my middle finger lay directly on her hot hole and I rubbed it back and forth. I took my oil bottle with my right hand and drizzled some right on her buŧŧ cheeks and crack. Now my slippery fingers really worked on her hole, rimming it thoroughly.

Shelby just gave out little mȯȧns as I pŀėȧsurėd her like I'm pretty sure she had never been before. It was doing me a lot of good too. The smell of pussƴ was in the air, and I didn't know if it was more here or more me!

"I'm touching your ȧsshole baby, do you like it?"

Shelby could only manage a feeble "yes" as I pressed a little harder. My fingers weren't actually penetrating at this point, just rubbing all around her sphincter like a digital rimjob.

After a couple minutes of that I went to other areas; thɨġhs, calves, feet, back and shoulders with real massage work. Occasionally I'd slide my hands down her sides and skimmed the sides of her brėȧsts. She would giggle when that happened.

Since we were on the bed, I could do some things that we couldn't do on a massage table. For example, I moved up to her head, put my knees right alongside her head, and then I reached down and rubbed her back in long strokes, ending at her ȧss cheeks. Of course, my thumbs played with her buŧŧ for a few seconds every time I did that.

A by-product of that move was that now here head was covered by my skirt with my bȧrė pussƴ underneath, which meant that she was now trapped in a pussƴ aroma tent! She squirmed and kissed my legs, trying to kiss up higher but her head didn't bend that way.

"You okay in there?" I asked, teasingly.

"MmmmHmmm!" was all I got in reply.

I oiled up her back some more, and kept rubbing her with long, hard strokes for another few minutes. Shelby was becoming a complete limp, wet rag.

"Stay here, darling, don't get up! I'm just changing a little bit."

I got off the bed and went to Ted. "Stand up honey, I need your help. My hands are oily, can you undo my blouse and take it off for me?"

Ted's hands shook as he fumbled with the tied shirt ends. He looked at me, pleading.

"Not yet baby, you can't touch anything until Shelby is done with me."

Shelby, watching the whole thing, smiled at me and I winked back at her.

Ted finally got my blouse undone and my brėȧsts fell to their natural hanging position. Ahhh, felt good to let the girls out!

"Might as well let the skirt off, too, Ted." I turned so he could unzip me, and then I stepped out of my skirt.

Shelby bit her lower lip as she took in the sight of me in my heels, stockings and garter. I reached down and slipped a finger between my pussƴ lips.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed. "I'm so wet! Hey Shelby, wanna taste?"

She nodded her head vigorously, so I put my wet finger in her mouth. She suċkėd it like it was giving her life. I then straddled her and sat down on top of her ȧss. From here I leaned forward just enough so my nɨppŀės bȧrėly touched her back. I shook a little so they slid from side to side on her skin.

"Feel that baby? Those are my hard nɨppŀės honey. You made them hard! They are for you!"

"Then let me turn over! Please!" Shelby insisted.

I just laughed and lay down on top of her, pressing my brėȧsts fully into her back and also pressing my ċunt into her tailbone. My pussƴ was throbbing, I could only imagine what hers was doing! I rose up to get more oil and squirted it between us. Now I could slide up and down her whole backside, massaging her with my hard-tipped tɨts. I pressed my tɨts into her ȧss.

"Feel that Shelby? My nɨppŀė is in your ȧss crack, it's touching your ȧsshole, baby."

"Oh God!" Shelby begged. "Take me, please! Do something! I'm going to die soon!"

I laughed and slid my body down between her legs so that now my face was right at her ȧss. I spread her ȧss cheeks and breathed in the heady scent of her pussƴ.

"Can I lick your ȧss honey? Please? Put my tongue on your ȧsshole?"

Shelby pounded the bed with her fists and just mȯȧnėd, which I took as a 'yes'.

I gently licked the edges of her little rosebud, wetting her entire area. My chin rubbed on her taint and pussƴ lips, eliciting more mȯȧns from her. I probed a little deeper in her ȧss, just so it went bȧrėly inside. I had never done this before to anybody, and I figured that was enough.

I pulled back a little and she arched her back up, raising her ȧss up in the air a few inches. Perfect. I reached down with my right hand and lightly stroked her hot vulva and outer lips. I could feel slickness even here.

Shelby sighed deeply as my fingers pressed in deeper and spread her lips apart, enjoying the hot molten velvet inside.

I glanced back at Ted who was still sitting clothed in his chair. Poor Ted!

"Ted why don't you undress. But DON'T jack off yet! We're going to need you later." He quickly complied.

Back to Shelby, I stroked her pussƴ rhythmically, pressing deeper and deeper. Eventually, I eased my middle finger into her vȧġɨnȧŀ opening. God it was so hot in there! Shelby collapsed back on the bed as my finger easily slid up her ultra-slick tunnel. I pushed forward and tickled her rough little g-spot. She shook her in response.

I put in another finger, and figured they could probably all fit at this point. So I shoved all four fingers into her steaming wet ċunt and fuċkėd her hard like that; all fingers jamming into her and only pulling back a few millimeters and back in her again.

I was hitting her spot perfectly, I guess. Shelby mȯȧnėd softly "Yes... yes... right there... yesss... don't stop... don't fuċkɨnġ stop... "

So, naturally, I considered stopping! But no, she's paying for this, so let's get her off and then see what else we can do. I had a few ideas, believe me! She was putty in my hands. Figuratively and almost literally.

Suddenly she tensed up, grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it so she could scream like someone being murdered!

Hot cream gushed all around my fingers as she came hard. Her entire ċunt quivered and flexed. Did I stop moving? No! I kept driving my fingers into her as she squealed and screamed and tried to breathe.

After a minute or so, she begged me to stop. I pulled out my right hand, and stuck my left middle finger as deep as it would go and swirled it around. Then I pulled it out and pushed that slick finger right into her ȧss opening. Then I jammed my right hand back inside her oozing ċunt and finger-fucked both her holes.

Shelby could bȧrėly breathe as she was so busy mȯȧning and ċummɨnġ. Her ȧss pumped up and down against me in time with my hand fuċkɨnġ her. More and more cream oozed out. I withdrew both hands and pulled her cheeks apart as far as I could, and shoved my face into her ċunt. I licked up her ċunt juice and swallowed as much as I could. My face became slick with ċunt drippings.

I sat up, grabbed her legs, and flipped her over onto her back. Then spread her legs again and fell face first back into her pussƴ. I decided to give her a rest, I just wanted to bring her down gently. I lightly kissed her entire ċunt, ŀɨċkɨnġ little circles all around her pussƴ.

Shelby grabbed my hair and pulled rather harshly on it and my head. I guess she wanted me up! I crawled up to her and kissed her hard. Shelby wrapped her arms around me so tight our teeth bumped for a moment. She relented but only slightly as we continued our fierce kiss.

Her soft lips still smelled slightly of wine, while mine tasted entirely of pussƴ. She backed off a bit so she could lick my face of other juices, then kissed me more.

Little tears leaked out of each of her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm just so... it's indescribable... you're so perfect, what you did, oh I'm babbling!"

She kissed me more, gentler this time, and then our tongues met in a sėxy little dance in our mouths. We kissed for a couple minutes more. All the time, though, the fire inside me was increasing, from a few embers to a full-on five alarm rager! I lifted off her a bit, breaking the kiss.

"Honey?" I pled. "Would you mind very much, touching me a little bit?"

"I'll touch you!" Ted interjected.

Simultaneously, both of us girls said "Shut up Ted!", then we burst out laughing.

Shelby's right hand found my pussƴ, and she dove in without much finesse, which I really didn't need at this point! I moved forward a little so Shelby could lick my tit, and she suċkėd that poor big girl very hard!

In less than a minute, I came hard on her hand. All that build-up I did for her, well I was just a tiny bit behind her all the way! It doesn't take much for me to ċum when I'm that turned on. It felt so good to ċum, I collapsed on top of Shelby, and rolled off to the side.

But Shelby didn't want to be away from me, I guess, and she came with me.

"Sorry to buŧŧ in again," whɨnėd Ted. "But I'm dying over here!"

I looked at Shelby for approval, which she reluctantly gave.

"Ted," I ordered. "Open another wine bottle and bring it over to us."

As he did so, I propped myself up against the pillows. Ted brought me the wine, I took it and splashed it onto my big tɨts.

"Dig in, you two!"

Ted took the left one and Shelby took my right tit. They licked and suċkėd the wine off me. Let me tell you, having *both* of your tɨts suċkėd at the same time is pretty fuċkɨnġ nice. They squeezed and worked on them/me for quite some time.

I drank some wine straight out of the bottle, then poured some more down my ċhėst. The husband and wife team fought each other for the drippings. Playfully, of course! They even kissed and tongued each other many times in all the confusion.

Soon, fingers from each of them found their way into my pussƴ. I just lay back and enjoyed the sėxuȧŀ sensations as my next ȯrġȧsm approached. There was a lot going on in my pussƴ right then, I don't know how many fingers they jammed in there but it was a lot. Fucking hell I was stretched out!

Somebody's thumb rubbed my ċŀɨt and other fingers bashed my g-spot, well fuċk me I had to ċum! I arched my back and convulsed so much that they couldn't keep suċkɨnġ my tɨts, they just flopped around and shuddered and quivered from the spasms wracking my body.

Jesus Christ! What a night! I looked at the clock, we were just past an hour. And poor Ted, I gotta do something about him. I don't know if i want to fuċk him, though, and not sure if Shelby wants him to fuċk me either. Well, I had an idea.

"Hey Shelby? I'm gonna lie down here, and why don't you lie down on top of me? No, the other way. Yeah, I believe this is called a '69'? We can lick each other's pussƴ, and, well, maybe we could let Ted fuċk you?"

Ted perked up like a dog hearing his food bag opened when I said that.

"That sounds awesome to me!" agreed Ted.

Shelby said, "Okay Ted, but you need to give us a couple minutes, first."

I put a pillow under my head and Shelby lowered down on me. Perfect! Her hot lips rested on my lips, and I could still breathe!

Shelby lightly licked me, then sped up more. I was the first pussƴ she had ever tasted, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely! Her hot tongue felt awesome inside me, and she wriggled and squirmed on top of me, driving her ċunt deeper into my face. We enjoyed ourselves for a couple minutes, at least.

But throughout all this, I felt bad. I could see Ted sitting on the bed, watching us intently. His ċȯċk was dripping pre-cum. The look on his face made me feel so sorry for him! I motioned with my hands for him to come on in!

He jumped up like an excited child, I mean he was filled with glee! Next thing I know is I can bȧrėly see anything because he's blocking most of the light. But what I could see is this rock hard ċȯċk about an inch from my face, fuċkɨnġ his wife's sloppy ċunt.

He rammed it in hard, so hard Shelby grunted and stopped ŀɨċkɨnġ me. Bitch! But what the hell, I'm not the one paying for this. Ted ġrȯȧnėd with pŀėȧsurė, then fast-fucked Shelby for at least 37 seconds before he came. But I think in that short time he must've got a hundred strokes in, he was fast and furious.

He finally drove in hard and held it there. It was the coolest fuċkɨnġ thing, feeling his ċȯċk tremble and pulse through Shelby's pussƴ lips that I was ŀɨċkɨnġ.

In just a few moments, little dribbles of his ċum edged out of her ċunt. I could only taste him in the dark, but mmmmm that was nice.

Ted pulled out all the way and backed off. In the now bright candlelight I could see Shelby's ċunt quiver and her lips shake as Ted's ċum poured out, right into my waiting mouth. Poor Ted had held off for over an hour with his raging hard-on and must've put his balls into overtime. I don't think I've ever had so much spėrm in my mouth, ever!

I was about to swallow it, but then thought maybe I should save it? I tapped Shelby on her leg and "mmm-hmm"ed at her and she got the message. She whirled around and kissed me, tonguing me deeply. Then she suċkėd almost all the ċum out of my mouth! She rose up, though, and opened her mouth, and it all oozed back into mine.

"JESUS!" cried Ted. He gripped his ċȯċk and came back over on his knees, stroking a few more drops out onto my face.

I looked at Shelby with raised eyebrows, as if to say "Well?"

"Take it all baby!" she commanded.

And I did. I swallowed all three gallons of Ted's ċum. Well, maybe three tablespoons :). It was a lot! Shelby kissed me some more and licked my face clean.

"Um," Ted interrupted. "Shelby and Patience? Would you mind too much if I fuċkėd Patience?"

"Go right ahead honey. I mean, if it's okay with you, Patience."

"Please," I asked. "Bring me my wine. Then give me some of that ċȯċk!"

I really like being a sŀut, I really, really fuċkɨnġ like it.