Busty Escort Melanie In London - Part 1

It all began when Steve, my husband of fifteen years came home and told me that he had been made redundant from his job with a big software company in Holborn. He had worked for the company for twenty years in total since he left school, but they had just lost a big contract and addressed the cash crisis by restructuring the management team. Steve had been on good money and this news, just before we went on our summer vacation was the last thing either of us had expected.

Steve said, "Hey. We might as well go away, as we had paid for the break already and it'll give me some good thinking time about what I want to do in the future."

Even so, the loss of £90,000 a year was going to take some replacing if we were to keep the lifestyle we currently enjoyed. I didn't work, which was how Steve liked it and even though he had no job now, he said he didn't want me to work as he was the breadwinner. This had already led to a number of arguments, since I got bored at home all day and wanted to work, not for the money, but for the company of other people and his stubbornness over this now irked me.

Our vacation in London was great, but I got concerned that Steve seemed to have closed his mind to what he was going to do when we got home and whenever I tried to open the subject he would reply

"Look Melanie, we're on vacation, we'll talk about it when we get home"

"But I think we need to start thinking now Steve. I mean, I can get a part time job just to help us along until you get established in something new........." and he cut me off.

"I've already told you Mel. I don't want you working. Besides which, the severance package I've got will see us through the next 3 months which is plenty of time for me to find something else."

The trouble was, he got home and started to go to play golf every day, which ended up with us rowing again as he insisted he had everything in hand. All I could see was the bank balance go into the minus and red bills arrive through the door and everything we had built together was about to be lost. Steve had closed his mind to all this and what's worse, he had started to drink. Then things came to a head when a reminder from the mortgage company came through the door. Steve, of course was out and I simmered all day until he came home later that afternoon.

"What the hell are you going to do about this?" I stormed at him.

"Well I've been giving it a bit of thought and I think we should downsize the house. I mean, why do we need all this space just for the two of us?"

"Fuck that" I replied. "We haven't built all this up over the years just so you can start spending the equity in it. I'm getting a job whether you like it or not."

"No way is my wife working. So don't think you can decide what goes on..............."

I cut him short.

"Steve shut up! I've seen a job on the internet which seems interesting and it'll at least pay the mortgage payments until you can get your ass into gear and find a job. If you don't like it, push off." and I turned and walked out the room leaving him stunned.

The following day I went for an interview at a downtown hotel and was offered the job there and then. It wasn't exactly what I thought it was going to be from the advert......'Girl Friday wanted to help run busy office. Good organizational skills required.' There was no way I was going to tell Steve what it was after the owner, a nice guy called Jake, told me that the business was an escort agency which supplied men and women to accompany visiting business people to dinners and evening events. My job was to make sure we always had enough escorts at the right times for our clients. It only paid £12,000 a year, but at least it would keep a roof over our heads.

Now, call me naive, which is probably what I was after so many years at home, but I had no idea that the escorts did anything other than 'Escort' clients and it was only when I started to get to know some of the guys and girls that I learnt about the other things that went on. It turned out that all the girls earned 'a little extra' by having sex with the clients. Sometimes this could amount to more than £1,500 a night, particularly if the client had invited friends along!

I was fascinated by this world which I hadn't known existed and on several occasions girls who worked for us had commented that I would do well as an escort. I was flattered that my efforts to keep in shape - 5 foot 7 inches and a 36D cup bust, had been noticed by my colleagues. As I got to know them better, we socialised when they weren't working and a few times I stayed over at their homes. Being girls together, we didn't think anything about nudity around the house and it was soon obvious that I was the only one who let my pubic hairs grow into a full bush. The only time I had ever trimmed down there was when I had worn a bikini on vacation. I found it fascinating that some of my new friends shaved their pussies and when I was out with Shelley one time I asked why she did it.

"I'm not going to tell you because it's hard to explain but I've got a better idea. Go get a shower and come back in here."

So 10 minutes later I was back in the bedroom in my robe and Shelley had put a big towel on the bed.

"OK Mel, get rid of the robe and lie down and I'll show you why I shave my pussy."

Shelley then stared to rub cream into my pubic hair until it was a soft foaming mass of lather. Then she produced a razor and very carefully removed every bit of hair, finally sponging away the last of the soap.

"Now don't look yet. Just put your hand down and feel the difference first."

My hand went straight onto the lips of my pussy,

"I know this sounds ridiculous, but I feel naked now" I said and we both laughed. The air in the room seemed cooler around my cunt lips and somehow, very sexy.

"Just run your finger in your slit and tell me how it feels." Shelley said

I did as she suggested and was surprised.

"Hell Shelley, I feel moist already. It feels so damn sexy, I can hardly believe it, you little vixen!"

"Now take a look as well"

I raised myself up on my elbows and peered down and then looked up to see what it looked like in the mirror at the end of Shelley's bed.

"I can't believe how sexy it looks. Not only that, I can't believe how sexy I feel!" I said as I ran my finger up and down my now smooth and moist pussy.

"So, does that explain why I like to keep mine that way?" she said, laughing "Hey. The clients like it too you know. You know Mel, you could really make a lot of money if you became an escort. I mean, you've got a great figure, tits, bum, hair, pretty face - everything our clients ask for."

"I just couldn't do it Shelley. I love sex, or at least I used to before Steve lost his job and although somedays when he's been drinking I can't stand to have him near me, I still love him. I just couldn't cheat on him."

"How long is it since you last did it then?" she asked.

"Four months now."

"And don't you miss it?"

"Yeah. Of course I do, but I just don't fancy Steve any more as he is. I mean, I still, you know......, do it to myself."

"Sure, but it's not the same as having a nice big cock sliding into you is it?" she asked.

"Well I wouldn't know about that either." I replied "Steve's is about average I guess. Five inches or so."

"Honey. You haven't lived, have you? Have you never fancied a piece of big meat in you?" she laughed.

"Of course I've imagined it in my fantasies, but I've never seen one other than Steve's so it's never going to be a reality, is it?"

Shelley then said again that if I ever needed a bit more money that I should try out as an escort.

"I mean, let's face it, if you didn't like it you'd not have to do it again and Steve would never know, would he?!".

After this, work just carried on as normal for the next few weeks. I loved my work and I hated Steve more. He couldn't afford to play golf any more, he just sat around at home getting drunk. I didn't fancy him and even if I had, he couldn't have got it up.

Since Shelley had shaved my cunt, I had continued to keep it bare and had taken to frigging myself off most days when Steve had gone to bed. I had started to fantasize about doing it with other men and got really turned on one night when I slid four fingers into my cunt as I flicked a finger of my other hand over my clit, imagining that I was getting laid by a big cock!

I had been managing to keep the mortgage payments up to date since I'd started work, but then matters came to a head when a final demand came from the bank for repayment of the overdraft. A call to the bank told me that Steve had pledged the house as security and had been steadily borrowing, I guess, to fund his drinking and golf. So despite my best efforts, here we were, likely to lose everything anyway. I couldn't bear to even see Steve who was asleep in bed and stormed off to work.

When I got there I asked to see my boss.

"Look Jake, I've got some financial problems at home and could do with earning a bit more. I want to be an escort, or at least give it a try once. How do you feel about it?"

"Listen Mel. It's not how I feel; it's how you feel. You've been here long enough to know what goes on. Will you be OK knowing that every client you accompany expects to at least fuck you before the date is over?

"How do you mean at least?"

"Well, it's up to you just what you're prepared to let happen, but some clients will pay more for other services, you know, like blow jobs or anal. At the end of the day it's up to you, but the more you're prepared to do, the more money you can earn."

"When can I start?"

"You're in charge of bookings so for your first time I'll let you pick which guy and when you want to go, OK?"

For the next two days I couldn't bring myself to take it any further and it was only when another letter came from the bank that I made a decision to go for it. I picked a good looking guy who needed a lunchtime and afternoon escort and arranged to meet him at his hotel at noon. I called Shelley to tell her and ask for a bit of advice on what to do.

"Just let the client decide Mel. The happier he is that he's in control, the more likely he'll pay well."

I was at the hotel early and easily recognized the client who introduced himself as John. I had made a good choice, he was handsome, about 6 foot and in good shape, with short blond hair. I was scared to death, but we chatted easily over lunch and then he said the words I had been dreading.

"Shall we go up to my room now Melanie?"

I followed him into the elevator and as the doors closed he swung me round and kissed me full on the lips. I was so taken by the suddenness of this I responded without thinking and as his tongue explored my mouth I felt an old familiar stirring between my legs. As the elevator rose John started to squeeze my breasts and I felt my nipples respond as they hardened to his touch. We were still kissing as we reached his floor and mad our way to his room.

When we got in John sat on the bed and looked at me.

"How about you take that pretty little blouse off Melanie so I can see if those tits look as good as they feel"

And I self-consciously started to undo the buttons, letting it fall to the floor.

"And the skirt" he murmured.

As I stepped out of it I could see him eyeing me up and down. Here I was, standing in my low cut bra, skimpy panties, stockings and high heels, in front of a man I'd never met before, knowing that he wanted to fuck me and though I should have felt guilty, I actually felt as hot as I'd done for many years.

"Take off the bra," he ordered, "and the panties."

I did as he said and stood in front of him in stockings and heels with my shaved cunt level with his eyes. He couldn't hide the bulge in his pants and I leaned forward and started to kiss him as I removed his shirt and slid his pants off. I kissed down his chest until I reached his cock and that's when I got a surprise. Instead of getting something like Steve's, I was facing 8 inches of thick meat with a big shiny head and it seemed natural to take it in my mouth, sliding my lips up and down as I wanked the shaft. After a minute I felt him start to twitch and he held my head down as he pumped his thick creamy spunk into my mouth. I had no option but to swallow it as he pushed my head hard onto his throbbing cock.

Within minutes he was hard again and he laid me on the bed and began to lick my clitoris. I raised my hips to meet his tongue but before I could climax he moved in between my legs and rammed his big cock all the way into my cunt. He thrust into me with an animal intensity and with each fast stroke I felt his balls slap against my anus and his cock head bury itself in the top of my vagina. Four sexless months came to a head and I urged him on,

"Come on, fuck me harder, make me come, fuck me, fuck me"