Daniel Jones was of average height, average build, and had a face so average that it was impossible to pick him out of a crowd. He was a high school biology teacher and his students thought him boring, more so than any other teacher that taught biology. His buddy and colleague Vernon, everyone’s favorite history teacher, had nicknamed him Ghost Teacher
after causing a mild panic at one of the school dances. He was supposed to chaperoning the dance but apparently the other teachers on duty grew worried when they thought he’d ducked out. When they finally found him he was standing by the DJ, overseeing the dance floor, munching on party snacks.
Tonight, his buddy Vernon had volunteered himself for the unwelcome mission of saving Daniel from his averagedom by getting him laid. By an escort no less. So they sat in Vernon’s spiffy apartment, waiting for a woman Vernon had described as shit-your-pants gorgeous.
"She’s got legs a mile long,” he had told Daniel as he filled out a form on her website. “Great rack, great ass, perfect face. Her name’s Desire.”
Daniel thought the escort’s name was pretty average, but he didn’t say anything.
“How do you even afford a thing like an escort on a teacher’s salary?” Daniel asked, sitting on a sofa opposite of Vernon, who was lounging in a leather recliner Daniel was sure cost beyond his and Vernon’s means combined.
Vernon grinned at him, "Ancient Chinese secret, my friend.”
“Come on now," Daniel frowned. “This ’Desire’ girl costs three hundred an hour, for chrissake.”
“Who says you’ll even last an hour?”
Daniel’s leg started bouncing.
“Nervous?” Vernon asked. “You shouldn’t be, man. You’re gonna have a good time.”
“Answer me this,” Daniel said, sitting up. “Why not… Why not something like ah, a bar, or a show?”
Vernon pulled out a battered pack of Winstons from his jeans pocket. “Those stories are fucking boring, Danny.” He reached for a box of matches on the black end table beside him. “You want to live boring stories for the rest of your life?”
Daniel threw up his hands, "You’re the only person that thinks I’m boring.”
Vernon stared at Daniel with a brow raised, unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.
“Okay, you and everyone else,” Daniel said. “But I’m perfectly fine with myself.”
“So…” Vernon struck the match on its box, lit his Winston, then took a drag. “Why are you still here?” Vernon asked, smoke flowing as he spoke.
Daniel started to say something but stopped. He just sat there for a bit, his brows knitted together. Why was he still there? He liked women, sure, but he’d never cared for any one even resembling a prostitute, especially an over-priced, and quite possibly, he thought, diseased one. Desire was beautiful, though, and Vernon was spending good, albeit questionable, money on her…for him. When was the last time he had sex?
“Exactly,” Vernon said, answering Daniel’s silence.
Daniel shot up an index finger, then said, “Shut up a sec.” His eyes shifted to the hardwood floor. The last time he had sex was a year ago with one of his colleagues, a woman he liked quite a bit—enjoyed quite a bit—but she’d cut him off after he’d opened up to her. Since then it had been softcore on cable, lotion, and a box of tissues. He looked back to Vernon. “I guess I’m a bit curious.”
Vernon laughed," Did you seriously just stop to think about why you were staying?”
“You don’t ever think about the things you do, do you?”
Vernon looked confused.
“Exactly,” Daniel said, then lurched at the sound of a door knocking.
Vernon sprang up, making for the door. “Haaa, I wonder who could be at the door?”
Daniel sighed, then stood to face the door, not wanting to appear impolite. He watched Vernon vanish into the foyer, followed by the sound of a door opening. He couldn’t really make out what was being said, but from the sound of things this wasn’t Desire’s first visit to casa de Vernon. Sneakers tapped and heels clicked, Vernon and the escort appearing moments later.
Desire showed up in a red sleeveless blouse, the topmost buttons undone, and a black skirt that was stuck between modest and skimpy, the fabric making her curves pop. Silver jewelry jingled softly from her neck and wrists, and her makeup looked like it was done by a Hollywood artist, complimenting her cinnamon brown skin. Her dark, long hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders. He felt warm when she smiled at him, her big brown eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Hello,” she said in a sweet tone that felt inviting.
Daniel felt himself smiling. “Hello there. I’m Daniel.”
“Desire,” she said. Daniel resisted the urge to ask her to say it again.
“So,” Vernon said, “This is my buddy. You’ll just be partying with him tonight.”
Daniel walked around the sofa to greet her with an open palm. She obliged him, and Daniel felt the softness of her manicured hand. He was thankful he stayed.
They broke the hand shake, and Desire’s hand fell back to her side. “Pleasure to meet you, Daniel.”
“Pleasure is all mine,” Daniel said. He ignored Vernon’s chuckle. He spotted the black coach bag hanging from her left shoulder, which made him curious about what was inside, but he hadn’t the courage to ask.
Vernon clapped his hands together then rubbed his palms. “Well, the bedroom’s all yours, kiddies. I’ll be at the bar down the street. Text me if Danny gives you any trouble, sweets.” Vernon hit Daniel’s shoulder with an open palm, smiled, then left the two alone in his apartment.
“You nervous?” Desire asked.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” Daniel said. “But I think I’m more excited than anything.”
“Good, I’m excited too. We’re gonna have some fun.” She took his hand, leading him to Vernon’s open bedroom. “The bedroom okay?”
“Uh, sure.” Daniel wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about using Vernon’s bed, but he figured if the man went with all this trouble and money to show him a good time, he probably had the decency to dress the bed in new sheets.
Daniel let her lead him into the bedroom, watching her from behind. Her ass was plump and round. He wanted to ask her ethnicity, but lack of courage allowed him to settle for assuming she was latina. Inside the bedroom, Desire closed the door behind them. There was finality in the click of the door shutting that unsettled Daniel a bit, but the way she glided toward the bed dissipated that feeling with haste.
“So, you’ve read the guidelines on my website?” she said, rummaging through her coach bag.
“Yeah… No anal, biting, hickies, choking, or slapping. A little rough play is fine, and so is kissing,” Daniel said.
“Nice, you remembered.” She looked up from her bag. “Don’t be ashamed when I ask you this, but what size condoms do you use?”
She smiled. “Alrighty. I should have a few in my bag. Latex okay?”
“Great. You can get undressed if you want, honey. Or would you like to chat for a few?”
Daniel unbuttoned his jeans, let them fall, then stepped out of them. “How about chatting during?”
She laughed, then said, “That definitely works.”
When he removed his t-shirt, tossing it next to his jeans, he realized that he’d been rock hard…behind a pair of briefs. Anxiety rose in his throat. He felt like an idiot, that was until he looked up to find Desire watching him as she stripped, her smile non-judgmental, cushioning his ego. Maybe this was why Vernon liked her so much.
He slipped out of his briefs, and climbed onto Vernon’s bed. Desire followed, unwrapped condom in her hand. “Would you like me to do the honors?” she said.
She rolled the condom around his pale shaft, then gave the tip of his cock a kiss, looking up at him as he lay back against his elbows. “Ready?” she said, and watched him confirm with a nod. Then Desire saw something change in Daniel. She noticed how relaxed his face had become, and how the smile he wore suggested that he knew something she didn’t. She thought that smile made his average face look handsome, and the eyes he settled on her made her feel both a bit uncomfy and curious. And before she knew it, he was on her.
Daniel pressed his mouth against hers, and with a high-pitched utterance she fell back on her elbows. She hesitated at first, but leaned into him after a moment, making a delighted sound as his hand cupped her cheek, his body against hers. He gingerly nibbled her bottom lip, tasting her sweet lip gloss. When the escort reached up and cupped his nape, Daniel felt an almost electric tingle wash over his back.
His free hand moved down, cupping her shaved pussy, middle finger working delicately along her folds. She was wet…very wet. He broke their kiss to watch her, forehead resting gently against hers, then lifted his finger to taste her. Daniel loved the taste of a woman, and Desire’s wetness made him throb.
“Mmm, you like it?” Desire asked, biting her lip.
Daniel leaned in for a quick kiss. “Love it,” he said, then kissed her again.
Desire moaned against his mouth, feeling two of his fingers slip inside of her, then gasped when those fingers pressed up against her g-spot. She looked up to find him staring back with intense blue eyes. She shivered, and her mouth fell open, brows colliding. Daniel’s fingers worked inside her with a steady, careful rhythm, his other hand groping her left breast. He watched her lick her lips, her breath hitch. Planting her feet against the mattress, her hips rose some, and her walls clinched around Daniel’s fingers.
“Aa! Aa…! Aungh!” Desire quaked, her grip on Daniel’s scruff tightening, getting herself a fistful of chestnut brown hair. Moments passed and her tremors eased. She lay there, eyes shut, grinning, her thighs and pussy slick.
Daniel moved to check his handiwork, noticing that Vernon’s dark blue sheets were spotted darkly with her wetness. When Desire opened her eyes, she found Daniel looking pleased with himself. He had scooted back some, and was dipping his head between her thighs.
He relaxed his tongue a bit, and moved it slowly against her clit. Her hips lurched in response, pussy pressing against his mouth. “Mmnn,” he said, arms snaking around her thighs.
“Aa, auhn…” Her hands moved to her breasts, fondling them, fingers tugging at her nipples. She watched Daniel work, his head bobbing, tongue working. Then she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, enjoying his mouth. His tongue made her smile, her toes curl, her legs tingle. She could feel it working in circles, up and down, exploring her. Then she froze, sucking in a sharp breath when the tip of his tongue slid against the left side of her clit. She heard him make a triumphant sound, and he began focusing on that spot. Slowly, carefully…then faster.
“Damn,” she said.
He moaned, licking. Desire started squirming, as if trying to get away, but he gripped her thighs, continuing his feast.
“Damn…damn…damn,” she said between inhales. She’d given up on trying to escape. The tremor that shook her right leg spilled over to the left, then worked its way up her spine, curving it severely when Daniel started sucking her, then her thighs clamped around his head. “Oh! God…damn it. Damn, damn, damn, damn!”
When she finally let his head go, Daniel sat up on his haunches, his grinning face covered in Desire.
“Wow,” she said between breaths.
“Are you flexible?” Daniel asked.
Desire worked to steady her breathing. “Y…yes.”
He was on her again, grabbing the back of her knees and pressed them back until her legs were pinned. He looked down, aligning himself. Daniel groaned when he felt his head nestle against her pussy lips. He felt Desire’s palms against his chest, and he looked down. The way she was biting her lip sent a chill down his thighs. Thrust. She was warm, and still very, very wet. She let out a squeak when he dragged back and thrust again.
“Oooh, damn,” she said, breasts bouncing from his thrusts, and Daniel thought her tone sounded almost…incredulous, which made him smile inwardly.
He paused, easing up on her knees. “Straighten your legs for me, baby,” he said. “But keep ‘em spread.”
Desire did as she was told, spreading her limbs wide. Daniel’s hands slid from the back of her knees, to the back of her thighs near her ass. He leaned in just enough to lift her pelvis some, and when he began stroking her again, her eyes widened.
“Ooh, god, yes. Fuck, damn, damn!” Desire’s face twisted in pleasure.
“Your pussy feels good, baby.”
“Uh-hahn, yes, please tell me,” she said, locking eyes with him.
“The way it tightens on my cock when I—” Daniel’s strokes became faster. “Pound it like that.”
“Yeeee-es! Fuck my pussy. Pound my pussy, baby, just like that. Don’t stop, please, please don’t…oh my god, don’t stop! Ye—” Desire’s spine was arched again, her hands digging into Daniel’s chest. Her mouth open, she looked like she wanted to scream but lacked the oxygen to do so. Her walls clinched around Daniel, juices flowing.
He thrust right through the orgasm.
Her juices squirted from her pussy as he pounded her, splashing against his stomach and chest, slicking his thighs and cock. Desire finally gasped, looking up to Daniel with a tortured expression that got his belly turning flips.
Then she said, “Please cum on me. Anywhere, baby, I want to feel it.”
Daniel pulled, and rolled off the condom. He shifted on his knees, moving up near her breasts. Desire wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him quickly.
She looked at him with eagerness in her eyes. “Cum… Cum for me. Cum all over my tits, baby.”
Daniel’s head fell back. “Ahhh…ah, fuck.”
“Cum for me! I want to feel it, baby, cum!”
“Ah, yeah! Fuck!” His body lurched, streams of white cum shooting across Desire’s breasts. “Jeezus…”
Desire wiped up a bit of his cum with a finger, then tasted it. “Mmm…scrumptious," she smiled.
“God, I needed that,” Daniel said.
“Would you like to go another round?”
“I’m afraid I can’t.” Daniel checked the digital alarm clock on the night stand. About 40 minutes had come and gone.
She’d noticed him checking the time. “Don’t worry about the cost, honey,” she said. “Vernon paid for two hours.”
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