Wife’s Night Out – Part 2

Kimiko strolled along the sidewalk, her size two, form-fitting red minidress hugging her curves. It was her second foray as a hooker, and already she felt more at ease, having learned at least a few essential tricks of the trade, as it were. She swayed her hips saucily from side to side as she walked, watched the passing cars, turning to look as horns honked or people shouted at her from car windows.

It was 10:30 in the evening, and she had not yet had her first customer of the evening. She wondered what the night would bring, the mere thought making her damp with anticipation. Her husband Eric was on the East Coast on business, and she would be able to stay out all night if need be…and if she dared.

A sleek Jaguar pulled up to the curb beside her. Kimi turned and peered in through the windshield, making eye contact with the driver, a young black man in his late twenties. He motioned her to the driver side window. She walked slowly around the front of the car, bent down and leaned into the window, inhaling leather and new-car smell as well as the man’s cologne. Glancing at the Rolex on his wrist, Kimi thought to herself that he didn’t appear to be exactly hurting for money.

“Hi sweetie,” she said, engagingly, her plunging dress giving him a nice view of her unfettered breasts. “Want to play?”

“Sure, get in,” he said.

Kimi walked around and climbed into the bucket seat. “So, what did you have in mind tonight?”

He scrutinized her for a moment, liking what he saw. “I was thinking you could come up to my hotel room for the night. Nothing too fancy, just your basic sucking and fucking. $500 cover that?”

“Sure, sweetie, anything you say.” Kimi found herself very pleased with this turn of events. Although she had one or two misgivings about going to a hotel room with a complete stranger, the idea of fucking on a bed seemed like a vast improvement over the likely alternative of fucking in an alley. Doing it with a black man appealed to her even more, since she had often fantasized about that very thing as she contemplated walking the streets that first night. And of course, one $500 trick had distinct advantages over five $100 ones.

“My name is DeShawn,” said the man as he maneuvered the Jag through the busy streets.

“I’m Kimi.”

“How long you been doing this, Kimi, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“This is my second night.”

“Uh-huh. You work for anyone?”

“What do you.…oh, you mean like a pimp?”

DeShawn chuckled. “Yes, that’s what I meant.”

“No, I guess I’m what you’d call self-employed,” said Kimi.

“Yeah, thought so,” said DeShawn. “Here we are.” He pulled into the parking garage of an upscale hotel just off Union Square. He got out, came around the door and opened it for Kimi.

“My…such a gentleman,” she laughed. This was going to be fun, she thought to herself. He walked with her to the elevator, and they rode up to the 8th floor, not seeing anyone. Good, she thought, thinking that she might look a little bit too much like a whore to get past the front desk.

Inside the room, which was large and plush, he wasted no time, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet, counting out five $100 dollar bills. “Want to take a shower first? I did a few minutes before I picked you up.” He was putting the money on the dresser.

“No, that’s okay, I’m fresh as a daisy,” she said. “You’re my first customer tonight.”

“How about a drink?” said DeShawn. “I’ve got a pitcher of Grey Goose martinis here.”

“That sounds good,” replied Kimi, grateful for anything that might take the edge off her nervousness.

DeShawn poured two highballs full, dropped an olive in each, and handed one to Kimi. She gulped it down as he sipped his.

Feeling the warmth of the drink as it hit her stomach, she set the glass down and turned her back on him. “Help me unzip?”

DeShawn set down his own glass, then reached up and grabbed the zipper. Slowly lowering it, he confirmed that she wore no bra. He slid his hands underneath the front of the dress and closed his big hands around her firm, bare breasts, bending his head forward to kiss the side of her neck. He’s the romantic type, Kimi thought as she shivered delicately, one of her own hands moving down behind her and grasping the thick shaft of his penis through his slacks. My god, he was huge! Was it true what they said? She smiled to herself as her fingers caressed his fat cock through the thin material. His fingers closed around her taut nipples, pinching them roughly as she moaned softly, her knees weakening.

After a moment, he stepped back from her, and began methodically removing his clothes. Kimi turned and stepped out of her shoes, shrugging the minidress off her shoulders and wriggling it down over her hips. Then she slid her panties off and faced him, naked except for the gold chain around her waist.

The sight that greeted her made her eyes widen, her pulse quickening with lust. His penis was immense, long and thick as it hung between his muscular thighs, like a black snake, alive and pulsing with blood. DeShawn took a step back and sat down on the bed. “Suck my dick, baby,” he said simply.

Kimi dropped to her knees on the plush carpet. Resting her arms on his knees, she reached for his penis with her fingers, raising it and stroking it slowly, watching it lengthen and thicken. It was uncircumcized, and Kimi watched in fascination as her fingers caused the glistening head to emerge, then disappeared again as her fingers moved upward along the shaft. “God, what a magnificent cock,” she murmured, to herself more than to DeShawn. The thought crossed her mind that any man with a cock like this would hardly need to pay a professional, but she quickly forgot it as she contemplated it thrusting into her. It was all mine, she thought happily, for the entire night.

Leaning forward, she slowly slid her tongue around the bulbous head, lifting her eyes to watch his face. Her lips slid down over the crown and she began bobbing her head, sucking him hungrily, her lips stretched around it’s immense girth.

“Go slow,” he said, coaching her. “Take it deeper in your mouth. Stroke it with your fingertips as you suck on it. You like my big black dick, baby?”

“Mmm-hmmmm,” said Kimi, slurping noisily as she did as he asked. Her mouth was flooded with saliva as she made love to his cock, taking it deeper into her throat as she began to adjust to its presence. As she nursed on it eagerly, her fingertips stroked the part of the shaft that remained outside her mouth. This girl loves it too fucking much to be a good whore, thought DeShawn, unwittingly echoing the words of a certain cop the week before.

“Damn, you’re an elegant little cocksucker,” he said as her cheeks hollowed around his thick shaft. The sight of her beautiful Asian face impaled by his big cock was enough to cause a familiar stirring in his sperm-bloated balls. He told himself not to hurry, not to make it easy for her. “Play with my balls, baby.”

Kimi nodded obediently, moving one hand lower and caressing his taut balls with her long fingernails as she continued to patiently slurp on his cock. She imagined the sperm being manufactured in his balls as she teased them, imagined it erupting with volcanic force in her mouth. She wanted that, wanted to taste this black man’s hot, pulsing semen as it gushed forth into her mouth.