Robert bolted out of the office at the crack of noon. It took twenty minutes to get to his hooker’s apartment. On his way to his car he stopped at the bank to withdraw some money. He paused a moment as he approached the ATM, suddenly overcome with guilt. He knew he needed the money to pay bills, but his desire for sex was too overpowering, so he completed the transaction, stuffed the wad of twenties into his front pocket, and headed toward his car.
If he ever got caught he’d lose his job, not to mention what his wife would do to him, but he had no fears about being busted; this brothel was very selective, never taking on any new customers unless they were introduced by an established patron. He had been frequenting this establishment for about three years, and knew most of the girls that worked there. All of them were Hispanic and very hot.
Kelly was from the Dominican Republic, with dark skin, big brown eyes, and lots of curves. Of all the girls, she was the most wild; sex with her was forty-five minutes of heart-pumping fucking. There were times he liked it a little slower and gentler, but today he was looking forward to seeing her.
He drove north on the Cross Island Parkway and took the Grand Central Parkway west, and then picked up the Clearview south, getting off at Northern Boulevard. Ten years ago, his erection would be throbbing against his leg just at the thought of seeing Kelly, but he was slowing down, and his erections weren’t so forthcoming anymore. He barely even masturbated. He had no problems performing; it just took a little longer to get him started than what it used to, a fact that often depressed him. When he was younger his sex drive practically defined him, having the ability to fuck two or three times a day; now he was lucky if he could have sex two or three times a month.
He headed up Northern Boulevard past Francis Lewis Boulevard and parked his car. Here the area was more residential, with lots of little row houses interspersed between apartment buildings. Walking into a large building, he rang apartment 411 and was buzzed in. The building was old, but it was cleaned regularly and well maintained.
He took the elevator up to the fourth floor, made a right, a quick left, and headed to the apartment at the end of the corridor.
The door opened slightly as he approached, and he slipped inside. Kelly stood at the door wearing nothing but a low-cut t-shirt and dark-blue panties. She put her arms and around him and gave him a big, wet kiss. “Mi amor,” she said. “How have you been?”
“Good,” said Robert, wrapping his hands around her ample ass and looking into her big, dark eyes with genuine affection. There were times he simply adored her.
“Come,” she said taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable, mi amor. I’ll be right back,” she said, closing the door behind her.
Robert slipped off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, and took off his trousers. He draped his clothes over the couch and sat down on the bed in his shorts, deciding to leave them on for Kelly to take off. He could hear her in the kitchen talking on the phone in Spanish. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror at the end of the bed. His gut bulged over his shorts, and he wished he hadn’t let himself go. He put his hands around his flabby stomach and began to feel old and unattractive. Overall his body was muscular and athletic from all the years of tennis he played, but as he got older his back started to give and couldn’t play anymore. He often thought about picking up his racket again, but every time he tried his back ended up in knots.
Kelly came back into the room and Robert lay down. She sat beside him and ran her hand down his chest, over his tummy, and then over his penis. Although he enjoyed her touch, he could not get over his feelings of being over the hill, and his muscles remained coiled and stiff. “I missed you,” she said lying beside him. She had a light, powdery scent that he enjoyed.
“Me too,” he replied, caressing her ass. Her firm, strong body felt good beneath his fingertips, and he wished he was as fit as she was. She kissed him gently on the lips, and he felt his erection rising. Once he was erect he could maintain it as long as he wanted, or at least until he came. She put her tongue in his mouth and they lay together for several minutes, just kissing, until finally he felt the muscles in his body begin to uncoil.
She got up and took off her shirt and bra. He loved her breasts; they were big and firm with large, brown nipples. He sucked them gently until she began to moan.
She pulled off his shorts and straddled him, rubbing her crotch against his penis as she dangled her tits in his face. He nibbled on her nipples ever so gently and gyrated his hips, hoping to position his cock so that it would penetrate her vagina through her panties. He finally achieved his objective, and felt the head of his dick inside her. By now he was fully erect, and all his inhibitions about being too old succumbed to his immense desire for her. He held her tightly and pushed his dick against her moist panties, wishing he could rip through the material and thrust himself deep within her.
She groaned, got off the bed, and took off her underwear. Straddling his head with her knees, so that her ass was in his face, she put his cock in her mouth and sucked him vigorously.
There was no way he was going to come before she did, so he put his mouth over her vagina, running his tongue back and forth over her clit, while shaking his head quickly from side to side. The harder she sucked the faster he moved his tongue, until finally she groaned loudly, spun around, put his dick in her pussy, and pushed down as hard as she could, letting out a little yelp as she did. She bounced up and down on his cock for a couple of minutes until Robert felt himself beginning to come. “Not yet,” he said, grabbing her arms and pulling her off him onto her back. She looked up at him and smiled. At that moment he felt enormous affection for her and wanted to please her as much as she pleased him.
He slid down between her legs and sucked her clit, swirling his tongue back and forth, rubbing his lips from side to side over the area. He could feel her orgasm start to rise, and he worked his tongue even harder until she thrust her hips up in the air and moaned loudly.
When he was sure she climaxed he got on top of her and fucked her until he could not hold back any longer..
“I want to come in your mouth,” he said, rolling off her onto his back. She quickly began sucking him off, and within seconds he was pumping his come into her mouth.
“Mucho leche,” she said, spitting his load into a Kleenex, making a sour face. Robert laughed. She always made the same face when she sucked him off, but it never stopped her from doing it.
“Was there a lot?” he asked.
“Muchisimo,” she said. He smiled. Once upon on a time he could shoot his load all the way across the room. What he lacked in distance he made up for in volume. Even so, he wished he had his former vigor, although none of the girls ever complained.
Kelly nuzzled up against him and rubbed his back. “I love it when you suck my pussy,” she said.
He kissed her gently on the lips. “I love sucking your pussy,” he replied, his body still tingling from so much stimulation.
“Tu eres dulce como la miel, mi amor,” she said, stroking his hair.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you are sweet like honey,” she said kissing him.
“Do you know what bachata is?”
“It’s music from my country. Sometime I’d like to teach you to dance to it.”
“Is it like salsa?”
“Not really. It’s different. You’d like it. I’m going to give you my number, and when you have a free night you call me, and we’ll go out.”
Robert was floored. He never expected his hooker to ask him out on a date, but at the same time he felt very special; he knew she didn’t give her phone number out to just anyone. “That sounds like fun,” he said, looking at his watch. He had to be back at the office soon.
“You have to leave, mi amor?”
“Back to work.”
“We never have enough time. We need two or three hours,” she said, kissing his chest.
He agreed, but their sessions were technically only supposed to be thirty minutes; they usually went an hour. “Do you want a hot towel?” she asked, getting off the bed and going to the bathroom.
She came out with the towel and rubbed down his crotch. “That feels good. Thanks.”
“Di nada, mi amor,” she said, kissing him on the lips.
He got off the bed and started to dress. Kelly went into the kitchen and came out with a pen and paper. “Here’s my number,” she said. “Call me sometime when your wife is away. We’ll go out and have a good time. Or just call me to say hi. I’d love to hear from you.”
“I’ll do that. Thanks,” he said, taking the paper from her and putting it carefully in his shirt pocket, and then bending down to give her a kiss. He reached into his pants, pulled out the wad of twenties, and placed it on the night table. He didn’t have to leave so much, but he preferred to treat the girls well. Besides, they always went the extra mile to please him, and he always tried to do the same.
The door buzzer rang. Kelly’s next appointment was here. “Busy day?” asked Robert.
“Not too bad,” she said, taking his hand and leading him to the front door. See you soon,” she said, wrapping her arms around him and giving him one last kiss. He squeezed her ass as he slipped out the door.
Robert felt good as he left the building and walked out into the sunshine toward his car. Getting laid first thing on a Monday was a great way to start the week. He got in the car and lighted a cigarette, taking deep drags. He had just enough time to get back to the office before anyone became suspicious. He started his car and headed back toward the Clearview Expressway, feeling relaxed and ready to take on an afternoon of work.