The Gigolo

Tabitha was 42 years old and had never been married or had sex. She had graduated college with high ambition of becoming a top executive in a Fortune 500 company and had always planned to have her career in high gear before starting a family. Unfortunately with work and attending graduate school to attain an MBA, Tabitha never had a chance to pursue a social life at all, and never even dated.

She had been masturbating since she was in college, needing some sort of release from her ever-raging hormones, and with the stress of her job growing more and more with each promotion, she began to masturbate more heavily, sometimes three or more times per day. It was her drug of choice.

One day she and some associates from work were having lunch to discuss the latest sales figures and one of the ladies, Marge, brought up sex. She said that she was so busy she didn�t have time for dating, and a friend of hers had referred her to a male escort agency. She said she was very pleased, and was regularly using the service now.

"I thought those were for gay men," Tabitha said, curious.

"Oh, no! They do have some gay clients, but my friend Claire says that 90% of their clientele is female," Marge said.

"I�ve heard about those agencies," said Catherine Grant, the company�s VP of Marketing. "Thought about trying one."

"Cathy!" gasped Tabitha! "You�re joking, right?"

"No, I�m not. I don�t have time to date, and I think it might be fun!" Catherine stated.

"Look, I tell you guys what. I�ve got their number here, I�ll give it to any of you that want it," Marge said. "If you want to use it, fine, if not, that�s okay, too. But if you do call, ask for Sam. He�s incredible!"

Marge wrote the number down on several slips of paper and passed them out to everyone at the table.

Later that night, when Tabitha was stepping out of the shower, she spied her purse on the floor in the corner and remembered the slip of paper. She wrapped herself in a towel and grabbed the purse off the floor, walking into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. She rummaged in her purse until she found the slip of paper and she dialed the phone.

Tabitha set the phone down in shock. Sam�s last appointment had cancelled and he was free to come over right away. He would be there in ten minutes!

Hurriedly she dried off, combed her hair and sprayed herself with some perfume. She slicked on some lip-gloss and threw on a tank top with no bra and a short skirt with no panties. She checked herself out in the mirror. She still looked great for her age. Her breasts were remarkably firm and looked amazing in the tank top and her waist was still small. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Tabitha answered the door and saw the most handsome young man she had seen in a very long time. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and his muscles ripped through the fabric of his shirt. He had dark hair and dark skin and dark, mysterious eyes. He looked foreign.

"Come in, Sam," she invited.

Sam eyed her up and down, obviously pleased with what he saw. Tabitha blushed and Sam smiled. Tabitha was beginning to lose her nerve.

"Look, I�m really nervous. I want to just do this quickly before I chicken out," Tabitha blurted out.

Sam was used to nervous women, so he scooped Tabitha up into his arms and said, "Anything you say, you�re the boss. Which way to the bedroom?"

Tabitha pointed, unable to speak. Sam carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He stood back and took off his shirt, then his shoes and socks, then he unfastened his jeans and took them off. He stood before her, naked, his muscles glistening and his manhood erect and ready. Although Tabitha had only seen penises in books and movies, she though Sam�s must be unusually large. It frightened her. She wasn�t sure she wanted to lose her virginity to him.

"Sam, there�s something I should tell you. I know this may be weird, but... I�m... a virgin," she said quickly.

"That�s not weird. I have several ladies your age who clients of mine and are virgins," Sam told her.

"ARE virgins? How did..." Tabitha began.

"Let me show you," Sam said, hushing Tabitha, and he laid on the bed between her legs and buried his face in her crotch.

She gasped as his tongue made contact with her clit. It was like nothing she had ever felt. His tongue ran gently up and down her entire groin area, tickling her and teasing her, making her wild with passion. She began to wriggle as his tongue flicked wildly over her clit, making her gasp for air. He buried his tongue deep, deep inside her, then he began to fuck her with it, using his tongue like a tiny dildo. He ran his tongue up to her clit and he began to press down against it with his tongue. He rubbed her clit harder and faster, and she began to shudder as she felt orgasm growing near. Suddenly she felt her courage return and she pushed him away, pulling him up to her and kissing him. She pushed him over on the bed and mounted his huge, throbbing cock, positioning it at the entry of her dripping hole and with extreme courage, she took his entire manhood inside her, tearing her pussy open and searing her with fiery hot pain. But the pain subsided quickly as she used him for her toy. She bounced and rocked on top of him, using his enormous cock as her plaything, fucking him to give herself pleasure. She forgot that he was there and she thought only of the amazing feelings he was giving her. She reached down and began to furiously rub her clit as orgasm pulsed through her and she was unaware that Sam was moaning and groaning as he filled her up with his hot cum. She bounced and rocked and bounced and rocked as waves upon waves of shuddering, mind-blowing orgasm shook her, and only when it was over did she remember she was with a man.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him thankfully. He smiled back. She slowly got up off him and ran to the bathroom to allow his semen to drip out of her. How could she be so stupid? She wasn�t using birth control! Wait, why didn�t he? Oh shit, what if it was company policy for the woman to be on birth control before calling? She hadn�t even thought of it.

She cleaned up and walked into the bedroom where Sam was already dressed.

"Um, thank you very much. I believe I owe you $150?" Tabitha said.

"Yes, thanks," Sam answered. "I�m really glad you seemed to enjoy yourself."

"I did. Very much so!" Tabitha said, taking two hundred dollar bills from her purse and handing them to Sam. "Keep the change."

"Thanks," Sam said, turning to leave.

"Wait, Sam!" Tabitha yelled. "Can I make another appointment for next week?"

"Sure, when?" Sam replied.

"How about Wednesday night at 7:00?" she asked.

"I�ll make the appointment for you as soon as I get back to the office. I look forward to it," he said, smiling. He winked at her, and he was gone.