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Joseph Payton continued to flick through the photos of gorgeous women without one of them causing a stir in his gut. This woman had to be *perfect* for his son. Just as perfect as the woman his own father had presented to him on his 18th birthday. He was distressed to see that the NEXT button actually took him back to the main screen of the computer catalog.
"Is that it?" he asked impatiently.
The madam, Sunny Winthrop, looked startled. "Yes, it is, Mr. Payton. You've seen my entire list of personnel. You didn't see *one* woman who fit your criteria?"
"No," the businessman spat. "She has to be perfect. Not one of those women is who I want to present to my son. They all look like women he could meet on his own. I want to present him someone he would think was very exotic and alluring."
Winthrop put on her professional sad look. "Then I'm afraid I can't help you. I know someone who specializes in foreign women. Perhaps I could give you their name and number?"
Foreign. He didn't like the sound of that. His son Alan was a talker and would probably want someone he could converse with. "Do they speak English?" he asked.
"Some of them do, but most are... fresh off the boat," she explained.
'More like fresh off the illegal boat,' he thought. The last thing he wanted was some desperate, starving woman passing out in his son's bed. "I don't think so." Payton rose and Winthrop stood with him. She walked him to the door.
"Perhaps you'll keep us in mind for a more *domestic* occasion," she suggested.
Payton stepped into the outer office and saw a vision strolling down the hall just past the glass-inset doors. She was tall, light brown, lovely, and had legs straight up to her armpits. "Does she work for you?" he asked, indicating the passing goddess.
"Yes," Sunny replied uneasily. "But she's not available."
"Is she married?" he asked.
"No."
"Engaged?"
"Not that I know of?"
"Pregnant?"
"No."
"Under indictment?"
"Of course not?"
"Diseased?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Payton, but Daniella is not available. She's not a *working* girl, she's the accountant. Besides, it would present some... difficulties."
Payton bristled. "I'm not interested in difficulties, Ms. Winthrop, I'm interested in results. So she's not a prostitute, all the better. She certainly can't object on moral grounds or she wouldn't be working here. Now, that's the woman I want at the Presidential Suite at the Plaza Hotel, Friday night at 8 p.m. sharp. If she's not there, do not expect my business or any of my associates' business ever again. Do I make myself clear?"
Winthrop paled. "Crystal clear, Mr. Payton."
***********
Alan slipped off his jacket and took a seat at the bar in the living room of his suite. "Dad, are you sure about this?"
"Perfectly, son. When I was your age, your grandpa did the same thing for me. Got me off on the right foot, as it were. Made me a better lover when I met your mother, God rest her soul."
Alan patted his father's hand. Though his mother had died five years before, the mere mention of her name still swelled up the grief in his father. He decided to change the subject.
"What can you tell me about this woman?" he asked.
"Her name is Daniella LeBon. She's tall, African American, and just gorgeous. Very, very exotic. She's got at *least* level four legs on the Tina Turner scale of 1 to 5." The doorbell rang. "There she is. Don't be afraid son, she'll take the lead, and you do what she tells you."
"Okay, Dad," Alan replied. She would have to tell him what to do, he was a virgin. Books and magazines didn't really make you ready for the real thing.
His dad opened the door and let in this beautiful woman. His jaw dropped. Man, she was as tall as his own 6' 1" in her heels.
"I'll be back tomorrow for lunch," his father announced. "Remember what I said, son." With that, his father left the suite.
For a second, Alan thought about locking himself in the bathroom until this gorgeous woman left. But it was a fleeting thought.
"Hello, Alan," she said in a deep and sultry voice. She strode over toward him. "Are you sure you're 18?" she asked.
"I can show you my driver's license," he offered lamely. She laughed. It was a rich and throaty sound that made him instantly relax. "Sorry."
"It's okay. I just don't want to add cradle robbing to my list of crimes for the evening," she said. Daniella sat down on the couch and crossed her mile long legs.
Daniella was elegantly turned out in a designer suit in maroon and white, with matching bag and shoes. She had long, flowing waves of dark brown hair, brown eyes, and flawless and very light skin. She had an oddly angular face and a very long neck which gave her an interesting and exotic look. The lady wore no rings on her fingers, but did have a Cartier diamond watch, princess-cut diamond earrings, and a beautiful diamond choker. Definitely not a street-type.
"So, how long have you been a..." Alan began.
"Hooker?" she supplied. Daniella checked her watch. "Almost three hours since I accepted your father's money."
Alan blushed in his confusion. This woman was supposed to be a professional. "Why are you here, then?"
"Because your dad threatened my boss with the loss of his business and any other business he could stop. She couldn't afford that and begged me to do this."
Alan felt very bad. He certainly didn't want to be involved in a blackmail scheme. "Look, why don't you go home and keep the money? I'll tell dad you did the... ah deed."
She laughed. "You couldn't fool your father for a moment about losing your virginity. Besides, I gave Sunny my word." She slipped out of her shoes. Man, she had long feet for a woman.
Daniella caught him looked at her feet. She wiggled her painted toes. "I'm tall, I need big feet," she explained.
"I think they're pretty," he said quickly, though he had *no* idea why he told her that. Yes, she did have big, pretty feet.
Her foot went up the leg of his pants and her toes scrunched against his skin. Alan giggled like an idiot.
She leaned forward and kissed him while his mouth was opened in laughter. It startled him for a moment, then nature took over and he sank into that kiss as if he would never get another.
Daniella didn't kiss like the girls he'd been with. She took over the action and made it better by slipping him some tongue. Her hands went from gripping his collar to unbuttoning his shirt. Then that mouth was stolen from his newly awakened lips to set fire to his throat, collar bones, nipples, and abs.
Alan couldn't tell what was fluttering more, his insides or his cock. Moaning helplessly, he dropped his head back and waited in total supplication as Daniella unzipped his pants.
"Raise your hips," she commanded.
Alan quickly obeyed, and his pants and briefs were pulled down his legs. Daniella's smooth cheek rubbed along the inside of his thigh. Her thick mane rippled across his skin, and he could swear he could feel each and every individual hair.
"Owwww, that feels so good," he moaned.
She giggled. "I like your enthusiasm," she whispered against his hardened cock. "I like that."
Her deep tones sent an echo of a vibration through his groin. She breathed across the head of his cock, and it seemed to grow another inch.
Then her mouth enclosed the head. It was fantastic. Beyond fantastic. Beyond, beyond fantastic. It was softer, hotter, wetter, and more incredible than his hand, even with a fistful of Vaseline.
Alan gripped the lovely woman's hair and held on as his cum shot out of his pulsing rod. "Oh God!" He panted in shame. They'd barely started and it was all over. "I'm sorry."
Daniella looked up, and she was smiling. Alan sighed in relief. He didn't know what he would have done if she had made fun of him.
"It's okay, Alan. You're young. You can do that several times a night. Nature is funny that way. When you know the least, that's when you can do the most." Daniella kissed his lips. "Taste yourself on my lips," she commanded.
He tasted his own cum for the first time. It wasn't unpleasant nor did it taste like yogurt as a friend of his had suggested. Suddenly he thought--'My cum is in someone else's mouth!' What a mind-blowing thought!
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.
"Yes, God yes," he responded. Alan realized that he was already getting hard again.
"Then you learned something important." She placed his hand on her stomach. "Kiss my throat," she told him.
Alan kissed her throat and then her shoulder. She shrugged off her jacket and he kissed the bared skin. "Can we go to the bed?" he asked.
"Yes," she purred.
Alan took her hand and led the statuesque Daniella to the largest of the three bedrooms in the suite.
"Take off your socks, then climb into the middle of the bed," Daniella ordered as she sat down in the chair across from the bed.
"Don't you want to get in here with me?" Alan asked shyly.
She smiled. "Yes, I do, Alan. But you should remember one thing, your first and best lover should be yourself. Know your body and how to please it. Please it for me."
Alan began touching himself, starting with his stomach then moving up to touch his nipples.
"Suck your fingers and use the wet tips on your tits," she suggested.
Alan did this and nearly jumped at the difference in the sensation. "Oooo," he purred.
"Move your hands down on either side of your cock, cup your balls, and stroke the flesh underneath them." Daniella flicked her tongue across her right index finger and Alan could swear he could feel it on his cock.
"This feels good," Alan moaned.
"Slide your finger across your asshole," she ordered.
"Oooo, that's good."
"Spread your legs and pull your knees back, Alan. Imagine someone going between your legs and tasting your asshole."
Alan was shocked by such an image, and doubly shocked when Daniella descended between his thighs and flicked her tongue across, around, and into his asshole. "Fuck!" he shouted as his cum shot out of his untouched cock.
"Very soon," Daniella promised as she sat back. "Didn't this feel good?" she asked.
"Yes," he confessed.
"Do you want more?" she asked.
"God, yes. Anything you want."
"Good," she said as she went up on her knees. Her hands went to the waist of her skirt, and the garment pooled around her knees. Next the pale pink half-slip dropped, revealing dark red panties cut high on the thigh. She wasn't wearing pantyhose, she was wearing stockings held up by a dark red garter. How wicked.
The garter's snaps, which held the black, lacy stockings up, were opened, and then the panties were slid down.
At first, Alan was shocked at how flat and hairless her pubis was. Then extra flesh unfolded and sprang up. It was a cock.
"You're a man!" he accused.
"A man who's helped you cum twice, Alan. Don't be ashamed or upset. Especially since your cock is coming back to life."
She... he was right, his cock was rising up again. He glanced down at it just in time to see it disappear into her... his... her mouth.
"Lord God!" he shouted as his hips answered the heat of her mouth by thrusting. Alan draped himself over Daniella's back and worked her camisole up to expose her skin.
Daniella sat up and let him pull the garment over her head. She had breasts, large, firm, rounded breasts with high and tight nipples. He couldn't get over it. From the waist up, she was a woman-- a very beautiful woman. But from the waist down to the tops of her thighs, she was a man.
"Do you want to stop?" she asked.
Alan had always thought that a straight man shouldn't want to be with another man, or even someone who had started out as a man, but his body did want to be with her. "No, I don't want to stop."
"Good, because you are so pretty, and you have a beautiful cock."
Alan blushed. He never thought of his cock as beautiful, just as a hunk of flesh which seemed to control his every thought. Daniella reached out and stroked his cock back into full hardness. She was right, he could do this all night long.
"Take one of those condoms and roll it down your cock," she ordered.
"You can't get pregnant," he blurted.
The look on her face told him he'd said the wrong thing. "Alan, if I teach you nothing else, I want you to remember this--always use a condom until you're with your wife and you want to make a baby with her. There are things out there waiting to destroy the life of a sweet baby like you."
Alan nodded and promised himself he would always remember what she had told him, even long after the time anyone could call him a "sweet baby" with a straight face. Daniella inspected his cock, then eased the tip of the condom off the head so it was no longer flush against it. "Reservoir for your cum," she explained.
She laid back on the pillows and split her legs. "Touch it," she said softly.
Alan stroked her cock softly, becoming more and more aggressive as it hardened in his hand. "Does that feel good?" he asked.
"Yes, Alan," she said as she guided his head down between her thighs.
Alan couldn't have imagined that he'd be blowing someone's dick on his birthday. His tongue touched the hot, moist head of Daniella's dick as it slid into his mouth. He tried moving his head up and down first. Daniella moaned, which encouraged him to experiment with other movements.
He flicked his tongue across it like he was licking a lollipop. A tiny bead of moisture oozed out of the top and formed a stringy connection between his tongue and her dick.
Instead of turning him off, this action was making his dick all the harder as Daniella began to whisper his name.
"Suck my cock, Alan. That's right, put your pretty boy mouth all over it. Oooo, you do that so well, Alan. Oh, yeah, my sweet pretty boy."
Hearing Daniella moan his name and watching her body respond to him was just... intense. It was like nothing he'd ever done in his life.
"Alan, move up and rub your body against mine." Payton obeyed, marveling at the contrast of his firm body against her softer one. "Just go with whatever feels good," she added. "When you feel yourself about to cum, slow down and try something else."
Alan was convinced after two strong orgasms, it would be much harder to make him cum. But he was wrong. Once his cock dragged along the length of hers, Alan could barely keep himself from cumming all over Daniella.
Panting, Alan lowered his forehead against Daniella's stomach. "Almost," he gasped.
"Come here, Alan," Daniella purred as she wrapped her hands around Alan's upper arms. Alan moved up until the head of his dick was brushing Daniella's balls. They kissed.
"Alan, I want you to work this into me," Daniella instructed as she placed the tube of Astroglide in his hands. "Take your time."
"Okay," he agreed. Alan's hand was shaking as his finger traced the tiny brown pucker which guarded the entrance to her body. Alan found himself thinking of it as her pussy and not her ass. "Does that feel good in your pussy?" he asked.
Daniella grinned. "Yes it does, Alan. You're getting my hot, tight pussy ready for your big *cock*."
Alan didn't know what to say. Actually, he had a lot of things to say but they would all sound stupid. Now was not the time to sound stupid. Especially not while Daniella was guiding his cock into her body.
Tight. Warm. Pulsing. A constant pressure over his entire cock that also seemed to ripple around him. This was what it was like to have his cock inside someone's body. Daniella was right, he could have never faked this to his father. Not this incredible feeling.
Daniella's long legs were wrapped around him and her hips were slightly tipped back. It made it so easy to move inside her.
"Good?" she asked.
"Fabulous," he moaned. "Gawd!" Alan was caught in a tidal wave of sensations as he humped Daniella. He gripped her shoulders and thrust as deep as he could. Shouting and begging, he came.
"Alan," she whispered. "Alan."
"What?" Payton asked lazily. It was hard to hear and understand with his heart beating so hard.
"You forgot about your partner," she said sternly. "Never forget about your partner." Daniella rolled him off her and climbed on top of Alan. "Even when you jack off, you wash your hands, Alan." The humor had definitely left her voice.
Payton felt like a trapped animal as he looked into her eyes. "I'm so...sorry," he stammered.
"I want you on your stomach with your ass up," she ordered as she plucked the used condom off his cock.
Alan quickly obeyed. He looked over his shoulder and tried to apologize again. "I'm sorry," he repeated. Alan gasped when he felt the cool intrusion in his ass. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm about to show you the difference between *fucking* and making love," she replied. Daniella straddled his ass.
Alan could feel a pressure against his hole and thought it wouldn't be so bad after all. Then his pucker gave and he was being filled... fucked... taken. Held down by Daniel's superior strength, Alan was fucked and slammed like a whore. His virgin ass was pounded open. Even though he came, Alan felt used.
"Now, Alan, you've been fucked," Daniel growled. The soft feminine voice was gone. It was a man behind him and a man in his ass. Alan began to sob. That's what he had done to her. Daniel pulled out of him. "Roll over, whore," the other man demanded.
Payton obeyed. He tried to wipe away the unmanly tears on his face. Daniella used the sheet to dry his cheeks. "Now, Alan, we'll make love."
Daniella eased into his ass with such tenderness, Alan couldn't believe it was the same cock which had popped his cherry. Daniella stroked his chest, whispered his name, and kissed his hungry mouth as she gently stroked in and out of his tunnel.
Alan's cock rose up again and was being rubbed between their bodies. He reached down and gripped the base of his cock and stroked it in time with Daniella's thrusts.
"You're going to cum, aren't you, Alan? You're going to cum while we're making love," Daniella purred.
Alan groaned as he felt his cum pulsing out of his body. There wasn't much liquid this time, but the sensation was just as strong. Daniella pulled out of him, pulled off her condom, and fisted her cock over him. Alan held of his hands to catch some of the juice shooting out of her cock and onto him.
Daniella snuggled down with him. "Always cuddle afterwards," she instructed. "If you don't think you can cuddle with them afterwards, don't fuck them."
Alan nodded. He couldn't have cuddled Daniel, but he could hold Daniella all night long.
***********
Joseph Payton strolled into the suite and greeted his son. Alan was wearing just a robe and had that freshly scrubbed look of having just gotten out of the shower.
"Is she still here?" Joseph asked.
"No, you just missed her. I invited Daniella to stay, but she wasn't interested in having lunch with you." Alan shrugged.
"Too bad," Joseph murmured. "I would have liked to have come to some kind of arrangement with her. She's one stunning woman."
Alan smiled. "I don't think so, father. Not many women would find comfort in the arms of the man who forced them into prostitution."
Joseph was shocked by his son's blunt words, no matter how true they were. "I just wanted you to have the best," he tried to explain.
"I'm sure you did. And she was the best, but I was her one and only client. She's leaving Sunny's so no one could ever put her in the same position again." Alan slid into a chair. "Besides, she's too much woman for you," he teased. "She wore me out, and I'm half your age."
Joseph decided to change the subject. "How was it, son?"
"Life altering," Alan reported. "I learned several things."
"Such as?" Joseph prompted.
"Never forget your partner, always use a condom, cuddle, and I have a pretty cock." Alan grinned. "The rest is a secret."
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