Brotherly Love

"We're not a dating service," Kendrick explained. "Neither are we a prostitution ring."

The attractive, middle-aged, unnatural blond blushed and murmured, "Of course not." She shifted her wide hips in the chair across the desk from Kendrick.

"Our gentlemen provide companionship," he told her.

Lisa studied the way Kendrick's forehead folded into a map of wrinkles when he spoke.

"We discourage terms like 'jungle fever' and 'Mandingo' as well." He paused for effect, studying Lisa's expression. "They're demeaning and undignified."

Lisa had finally mustered the courage to call the number she found online, advertising interracial love and romance.

Clearing her throat, she asked, "Are all your clients white women?"

"Mostly, yes," Kendrick easily answered the question Lisa was uncomfortable about asking. "A few Latina and Asian ladies purchase our services. Occasionally, men looking for men?of any race."

Lisa stayed silent, suddenly tongue-tied as she sat through an interview for purchasing sex from a male escort agency, specializing in African-American men.

Kendrick found Lisa to be pretty?full breasted, blue-eyed, round faced?but her evident loneliness made her all the more pathetic.

"Here is our schedule of services and prices," Kendrick said, turning his tablet around on the desk for Lisa to read.

The prices ranging from $500 for an hour to $2,000 for "all night long" stood out from listings as confusing as a Chinese restaurant menu, including combos and add-ons.

"Do I get to pick my gentleman?" Lisa heard a shakiness in her own voice. "Can I see some pictures?"

Kendrick made a dig. "Like mug shots?"

His comment hurt. "No, not at all. I'm not like that. I just..."

"Just what?" Kendrick leaned forward, folding his hands on his desk, wrinkling his brow as well as his suit coat in the process. "You just crave black dick, correct?"

"I wouldn't put it so crudely." Lisa spoke through clenched teeth, her face now flushed crimson.

"We use data from your questionnaire to match you with one of our gentlemen."

"How do we, ya know, get together?"

"Depending on how you want to spend the evening," Kendrick now answered smoothly. "We work out the logistics?dinner, dancing, the theatre, or just a bedroom."

For a fleeting moment, Lisa thought she was wasting time, that all she had to do was pay her money

and get what she wanted.

Then Kendrick probed her with his dark onyx eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Excuse me!" Now Lisa was really confused. "Ah-hem," she cleared her throat again. "I want to make love to a black man."

"Listen," Kendrick broke eye contact and shook his head to say. "We have to screen out clients who are simply curious or experimenting."

"That's not me," Lisa began to say, though she was uncertain of her own truthfulness. "I prefer black men to white men."

"Based on what experience?" Kendrick asked provocatively.

"I can't even watch a basketball game or a music video without being aroused," she said with a laugh. She added that she gets wet listening to a deep drawling baritone. "If a voice sounds black, it sounds like sex."

Kendrick pushed back his brown leather chair and came around to her.

"If you're just curious about 'the black experience,' çanakkale escort or experimenting, then we can take care of that right here."

He stood in front her and she looked up from her seated position. She trembled visibly and felt a surging tide in her loins as Kendrick unhitched his belt and unzipped his fly.

As he revealed his treasure, Lisa caressed it between her two hands and pressed her lips to its mushroom cap. She gave his dick a long, slow kiss before flicking the tip with her tongue. Kendrick smiled down at Lisa and pushed his great manhood between her lips and into her mouth.

"Shall I get a condom or a napkin?" he asked her as she hungrily chewed his delicious cock.

She uncorked his penis to tell him, "No, sir, I'm gonna swallow your seed...I wanna eat your DNA."

With an ill-mannered grunt?so unlike him?Kendrick shot his wad down Lisa's throat.

"Satisfied?" she asked, still savoring the feel of the texture of his skin and the taste of his semen lingering in her mouth.

"You passed the vetting process," Kendrick responded in a businesslike manner. "Let's schedule your first appointment."

The following Saturday night, at the agreed-upon hour, Lisa checked into the prepaid room at the elegant Sheridan Towers hotel in downtown Hartford. She wondered whether the probably gay desk clerk knew what she was up to, as he handed her the key card for a tenth floor suite.

A tall, broad shouldered, young man with a jaw-droppingly beautiful face greeted Lisa at the door.

"Hi, I'm Lucas, your escort for the evening." He wore a charcoal grey suit, light blue dress shirt, and bright yellow tie. Beneath his cuffed pants she saw the tips of brown alligator shoes.

She wanted to grab him, kiss his mouth, and jump his bones, but she suppressed her ardor. Lisa

offered her hand for a manly shake, which Lucas took, but then lifted it to his lips and blew a kiss.

"Ooh," she swooned, and followed Lucas's lead and entered the area of the three-room suite with a couch, glass-topped table, and flat-screen TV.

Instead of getting busy, Lucas was all business.

"Before we proceed," he stated. "Let's take care of the paperwork."

"Kendrick already ran my credit card through," said Lisa, a bit annoyed.

Lucas shook his hand and smiled reassuringly as he guided her to have a seat.

"I have to show you my health certificate. I'm free of STDs, HIV, hepatitis...Just initial it here...The other form is a release requiring your signature, agreeing that you will adhere to our conditions, use protection, and that you will not hold Brotherly Love, Inc. responsible for unintended consequences, such as pregnancy."

Lisa cackled a laugh. "That train has left the station-the menopause express."

Lucas humored her with a polite smile and a nod as she scribbled with pen in hand.

After carefully tucking away the signed documents in an attache case discretely stowed under a shelf, Lucas turned his attention to Lisa, a mature plus-sized lady with a couple of years of pent-up desire, ready to bust loose.

"I've ordered up some sparkling wine," Lucas announced, producing a bottle, bucket, and two flutes.

Lisa smiled. She was a beer and vodka girl, but she had checked off champagne çanakkale escort bayan on her questionnaire.

She wondered if some female clients shied away from dining with their gentlemen for fear of being embarrassed by people thinking that they were involved in an interracial relationship. Lisa couldn't help but think she would be quite content to let anyone think she was having an affair with this beautiful man.

After pouring and sipping, Lucas clasped Lisa's hand and said to her, with eyes sparkling,"I'd like to make love to you."

She gushed, both inside and out. "That's why we're here, right?"

Lisa had gone about her lifelong ritual of preparing for a date: primp, preen, pluck, shit, shave, and shower. She even trimmed her scraggly pubies.

Lucas touched the tip of his forefinger to Lisa's dimpled chin and leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss. She savored his full, moist lips, and warm breath. She cradled her arm around his neck, opened her mouth, and let him take her breath away.

Motioning toward the queen bed in the next room, Lucas sang, "Shall we?"

His voice was a deep tenor, as ordered. Her thick legs were wobbly.

While sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, Lucas said to Lisa, "Let's enjoy the discovery." Lucas pressed the palms of his hands on Lisa's pale shoulders. "I'll undress you first, and then you can

undress me if you'd like."

Suddenly feeling nervous, Lisa hunched her shoulders and held her legs tightly together as Lucas unbuttoned her blouse, starting at the point where her cleavage puckered, and slid the garment off her shoulders. He deftly lifted her pink camisole over her head. By the time he reached between her shoulder blades and unhooked her old-school under-wire bra, Lisa was panting in short spurts.

Lisa closed her eyes while Lucas wrangled the bra off her chest, and her great motherly breasts tumbled gloriously free. Lisa bit her lower lip as Lucas juggled her boobies in his hands and beheld them like a bouquet of flowers. When he touched his lips to a ruby red nipple, Lisa shivered in orgasm, rhythmically opening and closing her legs.

Lucas nudged his lady to lay back, tugged at the waistband of her form-fitting skirt, and yanked it down to her knees, whereupon she kicked it off. Thus, the only clothing left was her full-cut silky pink panties.

Lisa was literally drooling in anticipation as Lucas lightly tickled her lady lump before crumpling the undies in his hand and baring her womanhood.

Lucas sniffed her pubic bush, licked her slit, and kissed her mons, driving Lisa to a frenzy.

"My turn?" she chirped cheerfully and set about removing Lucas's jacket, tie, and dress shirt. She basked in the aroma of his sweet-smelling cologne and natural musk. When she pulled off his sleeveless undershirt, Lisa saw that not only was his chest hairless, he also shaved his armpits.

Unable to withstand the anticipation, Lisa ran her lips and tongue across his chest, tasting his flesh and savoring its texture. She found his tiny nipples and pinched them while licking the first beads of sweat from his neck.

"This might make things a little easier," Lucas said and he stood up.

Lisa giggled nervously, feeling up Lucas's junk before unhooking escort çanakkale his pants and opening the fly. The head of his rubbery phallus peeked out at her as she shimmied down his trousers.

"I'm surprised you wear boxers," she commented as she pulled down his underwear and laid eyes on his semi-hard cock.

"They're more convenient in my line of work," he replied absent-mindedly.

Lisa took hold of his rod, rubbed it against her cheek, and rolled it over her mouth like a lipstick. Then she sucked his entire ball sack into her mouth.

"Slow down, my dear," Lucas cautioned.

Lisa let Lucas go for a second and coaxed him onto the bed. While he was lying on his belly, she kissed his tight, muscled buttocks and fluttered her tongue up and down his ass crack.

"You're beautiful and delicious," she whispered huskily.

Lisa adored Lucas's sinewy arms and legs, rippled stomach, and flat abs as she slipped under the covers while he rolled a latex sleeve over his now fully erect penis. She made a mental note that Lucas's rod was thinner but longer than Kendrick's.

To prime Lisa's Venus for fucking, Lucas went down on her, slathering her labia and poking her vulva with his tongue and massaging her clitoris with a finger. As she gushed feminine nectar all over his face, he plugged her anus with his thumb while nibbling her fat clitty.

"Oh, my fucking gawd!"

Lisa raised her legs toward the ceiling and Lucas hooked his arms behind her knees to begin a never-ending coitus, plunging his spike into her tepid swamp.

"Fuck me-e-e!"

Over the course of the evening Lucas filled three condoms, his dick dancing inside Lisa's mouth, ass, and vagina, while she came four times.

They ordered food from room service, a sumptuous meal of oysters, shrimp, and lobster. Lisa told Lucas all about her two failed marriages, one long and one short-two years with Jerry and twenty years with Craig as well as the fiancee that cheated on her with her best friend thirty years ago. All the while Lucas revealed nothing about himself.

Afterward, Lucas asked her, "Would you like me to draw you a bath?"

"Ooh, that would be so nice."

Lisa basked in a tub full of bubbles. Lucas shampooed her hair, soaped her with body wash, and wiped her down with a chamois washcloth. When she stepped out of the bathtub, Lucas wrapped a fluffy towel around her, dried her off, and led her to the bed for a luscious head-to-toe massage. This was the only time she was self-conscious about her flabby belly, jiggly thighs, and wrinkled neck.

Lucas treated her to a taste of cunnilingus and she took his naked dick in her mouth-in violation of the rules-letting him pull out before spouting.

At precisely midnight, Lucas announced, "I must be going."

"Can't you stay the night?" She was fairly pleading. "I know you're off the clock. I'll give you another five hundred."

"I'm sorry," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "It's against company policy."

"Can I see you again?" Lisa asked sheepishly.

"Absolutely," Lucas responded with an air of formality. "Make a reservation with Kendrick and request me."

"I love you, Lucas."

"Lisa," he sighed. "I'm a prostitute."

"Yeah, I know, but I love you," she insisted. "I've never been so wonderfully fucked in my life."

Lucas finished dressing without saying a word.

"You really made love to me and you know it," she told him from underneath the covers. "You're not just a stud service, Lucas."

Lucas opened the door and said, "Thank you for using Brotherly Love. We appreciate your business."

Then he closed the door and was gone.