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_ Outcall to Babylon - Special Delivery _

© 2009 "Mayfurr"

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_ Ian: _

If it's one thing that really excites me about this whole type of business, it's the waiting. The anticipation of what is about to come, the delicious excitement and thrill of the sheer depravity of what I am planning to do. A woman is coming to my room tonight, a very special woman.

The digital clock on the dresser by the bed steadily counts down towards the appointed time. I nervously adjust my shirt, check my grooming, before sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. Is the room sophisticated enough for her? Will she like it? Oh god, I hope I'm not overdressed - I don't want her to think I'm scruffy or trying too hard to impress.

Showered? Check. Mouthwash? Check. Cologne? Yes. All good so far.

I wonder what perfume she'll be wearing?

She must be arriving soon, any moment. I can't wait.

_ Delilah: _

I've noticed the Wellesley Hotel always seems to be busy, no matter what the hour. And tonight is no exception - hordes of people strolling in and out past the doorman, travellers wheeling cases to the concierge to check in for the night mingling with smartly-dressed couples on their way to the bar and the hotel restaurant. Perfect for my purposes, of course... in a profession such as mine, one doesn't want to draw too much attention to oneself.

I pause, standing outside the spotless glass main doors as I finish smoking a cigarette, watching the last rays of daylight slowly fade away over the tops of the surrounding buildings to be gradually being replaced by the bright cheery glow radiating out through the glass walls of the hotel lobby and downstairs bar. The hub-bub of chatter and clinking of glasses wafts out into the street, the old doorman in his top hat and greatcoat graciously holding the heavy glass doors open for the people pouring in and out of the lobby. Of course, for most of them the working day is done, and it's time to relax, indulge in playtime and a chance to unwind.

But some of us, of course, are still on duty. Because one person's playtime can be another person's shift. As it were.

Stubbing out my cigarette in the sand-covered ashtray positioned outside the door, I quickly spray some breath-freshener into my mouth before I briefly consult my hand-held for the details of my appointment. Ian, Wellesley, room 502... Yes, that's what I thought. I must say, my 'date' certainly has taste.

"Showtime", I whisper to myself, squaring my shoulders before briskly walking up to the Wellesley's main door. As he has done for dozens of people this evening, the doorman raises his hat and opens the door for me. I smile, nodding in appreciation as I walk through into the lobby, my heels sounding out a reverberating click clack with each step on the marble tiles as within moments I become one with the milling crowd. There's all sorts here under the soaring glass and steel heights of the atrium... smartly-dressed business travellers with their wheeled suitcases checking in for the night after a hard day's work, males in suits at the bar chatting with lavishly-dressed ladies, the odd cluster of casually-attired tourists from a coach trip surrounded by what seems like acres of baggage - none of which directly concern me for the moment.

I pause for a few moments to admire the expensive wall-hangings decorating the entrance to the hotel restaurant, before turning to walk briskly across the marble floor to the lifts. Luckily, one arrives moments after I press the call button, and I managed to get in and on my way up before anyone else has the chance to join me.

There's a mirror on the wall of the lift, and I take a few moments to quickly comb my hair and apply a last touch of lipstick before critically examining the result. Yes, that looks about right - the effect is professional, yet sexy. A woman sure of herself, confident and reassured. Just as I've done dozens of times before.

Dammit, why do still I get butterflies in my stomach every time I do this?

The lift door smoothly opens at my floor, and I step out into a richly carpeted and deserted corridor. Now, which way do I go from here?

_ Ian: _

The clock reads two minutes past the hour. Is she running late? Maybe she's -

A discrete knock at the door interrupts my thoughts, jolting me to readiness. I hastily stand, smoothing the bed-covers down before a final check in the mirror, then steadying my nerves I go to open the door.

And there she is, my gorgeous lady, standing on the threshold. "Hello... Ian, isn't it?" she says, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Delilah!" I reply, hoping I don't sound nervous. "It's so good to see you! Please, come in."

She smiles as I escort her into the room, closing the door behind her as she places her hand-bag on the dresser. Like last time, Delilah is dressed in a navy-blue ladies suit jacket and skirt, an elegant white cotton blouse with a simple black neck-ribbon, and black high-heeled shoes complimenting her charcoal-grey stockings - a combination that emphasises her carefully groomed elegance. I haven't been able to work out what breed of canine Delilah actually is... her tail and general build suggests Dalmatian ancestry, but her coat is a very uniform light shade of grey with no markings, and her large chocolate-brown floppy ears and sharp muzzle suggest something else. As she approaches she shakes her head, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. The aroma of her perfume fills my nostrils, reminding me of a fragrant garden.

"It's good to see you again too," Delilah smiles, taking my hands in hers. "How long has it been?"

"Oh, a couple of months," I reply, trying to stay calm and casual, though my whole body is bubbling with excitement. "I've been so looking forward to seeing you again!"

She chuckles at my boyish enthusiasm - it must be funny, coming from someone my age. "I'm glad to hear that Ian," she smiles, squeezing my hand. "Well now... shall we take care of the formalities first so we can have some fun?"

_ Delilah: _

He hands me a bulging unsealed white envelope, which I open and carefully count the bills inside. It sounds harsh, but a lot of what I do is about the money - after all, a girl has to do what she needs to do to get by, and it is a seller's market after all. Several moments inspection confirms that the payment is there in full, so I slip the envelope into my handbag and place it on the floor, opening the other side so I can access - well, some tools of my trade, as it were. "Yes, that's all fine," I tell him. "Perhaps you'd like to get undressed and make yourself comfortable, then I can join you."

Ian nods, and starts to undress, unbuttoning his light blue shirt and sliding it over his shoulders before fumbling with his jeans. Actually, he doesn't look too bad for an older guy - while there's definite tinges of grey in the badger's black facial markings and elsewhere, he still looks very well groomed and eminently presentable. And yes, he looks like he could happily lose a kilo or two of weight, but I wouldn't call him fat. Not like some of the clients I've had. As he starts to slide his trousers off I slip out of my jacket and blouse, laying them carefully onto a chair, waiting for him to look up before I slowly, teasingly, start to slide my skirt off over my hips towards the floor. Almost immediately the front of Ian's cotton underpants starts to noticeably swell as a lustful grin steals across his muzzle.

"You like what you see, mmmm?" I tease, licking my lips and generally hamming it up in front of him, bending over towards him and letting my skirt fall to the floor before stepping out clad only in lacy black lingerie, stockings, and high heels. "I think someone likes it..."

"You bet I do," Ian grins, pulling his underpants off and letting them drop to the floor, his steadily swelling erection bobbing in front of him as he approaches. "God, Delilah... you're gorgeous..." He tenderly brushes the side of my face with his hand before lightly embracing me, his eyes sparkling with delight as his lips meet mine. He kisses me... tenderly at first, his lips pressing against my mouth and tongue gently probing my lips, prompting me to softly sigh and return his embrace. I gently pull him to me and kiss him in return, opening my mouth to him and slipping my tongue between his lips, carefully stoking his passion with each caress and touch. Within moments we are kissing like a couple possessed, hungrily exploring each other's mouth with lips and tongue, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, panting and sighing with growing excitement... his hand squeezes my rump-cheeks, mauling my backside... I slip my hand to his now rigid cock, fondling his balls while he lifts my tail and teases my tailhole...

"My god Ian," I throatily mumble, breaking our kiss, "You're good... really good!" I give his cock and balls another grope while his other hand slips down towards my crotch, massaging my pussy through my panties. "We'd better get to the bed now babe... you've got me so horny!"

"Likewise..." Ian pants, hungrily kissing my neck and nuzzling my floppy ears. I lean into his kisses, luxuriating in his attentions - too many clients simply want to go straight to fucking, and not many take the time to pleasure me as well. "God you look good... so nice... " He pauses in his kissing long enough to reach behind my back and unfasten my bra, sliding the straps over my shoulders. I drop my arms and let it slide to the floor, my bare breasts briefly brushing the badger's chest before I guide him towards the waiting bed.

"You lie down on your back Ian," I murmur, cupping my tits in my hands while wiggling my bum seductively, "and let me entertain you."

_ Ian: _

Needing no further encouragement, I pull back the bed-covers and climb onto the bed, lying on the crisp white cotton sheets and propping myself up with pillows - I always like to get comfortable so I can get a good view of proceedings. Delilah turns around and slowly, teasingly, slips her panties off, exposing her shapely rump and pink pussy in a seductive strip-tease in front of me. Automatically my hand starts to stroke what is by now a raging hard-on - but a thought occurs to me.

"Delilah..." I hesitantly ask as she turns to face me, "Do you mind if... you keep your shoes and stockings on? I... I really like seeing you wearing them, it's sexy."

Delilah nods. "Sure," she replies, climbing up onto the bed on all fours. "That sounds like fun." She crawls up between my open legs, running her hands up and down my thighs and over my chest, leaning forwards to brush her tits up and down my body. I reach up and caress her sides and her hanging breasts, fingers brushing her nipples, teasing and stroking her body while she strokes and pleasures me. She licks my chest, sucking on each of my nipples in turn, lightly biting one to send shivers of exquisite pain through my body.

"Arghhhh..." I gasp, "Don't stop... like it when you do that... so good..."

"Mmm-hmmm," Delilah mumbles, her mouth full of my nipple as she sucks heavily at it. She releases it with a loud gasp, running her tongue over her lips. I greedily start licking and kissing her generous yet pert breasts, swirling my tongue over her nipples and hungrily sucking at each breast in turn, my efforts rewarded by Delilah's sighs and gasps of pleasure above me. "Yeah... that's it..." she sighs happily. "You... like my tits, don't you? Mmmm... oh yeah babe... you really like 'em..."

"Fuck yeah," I breath heavily, watching as Delilah slinks back, french-kissing me briefly before kissing her way down my body. She flashes me a smile, and lightly brushes her breasts over my cock before easing herself down between my legs, her face roughly level with my crotch. Jolts of pure pleasure erupt from my nether regions as Delilah's fingers lightly stroke my cock...

_ Delilah: _

I theatrically lick my lips, smiling as I savour Ian's lustful reaction to my attentions. I'm actually quite enjoying myself - it's not as rare as one might think for a lady in my profession, but it does happen - and I briefly sneak a hand down between my legs to give myself a little extra stimulation of my own. I lean forward, lightly grasping his cock, and slowly lick the tip, the badger's musky scent filling my nostrils as I examine Ian's cock.

Fuck. I'd forgotten from last time how big he is! Not in length - if anything, Ian's dick is shorter than average - but his girth... it's so fat I can barely get my fingers around it! It's going to be a struggle to get my lips around it, to say nothing of where else it'll be going tonight... Slowly shaking my head, I start to lick the length of Ian's shaft, running my tongue briefly over his balls before working my way back up again and planting a wet sloppy kiss on the top.

"My, you're a big boy, eh?" I smile, gently bobbing my head up and down over his dick, slipping a little more of it between my lips each time. "I can think... <slurp> of a nice place... <slurp> where I'd... <lick> like that... <slurp> to go, mmmm?"

I glance up to see Ian gazing hungrily at me, his eyes half-closed and a mile-wide smile on his face. "Ohhhh... oh yeah, Delilah," he moans softly. "Like that... ohhhh, so good..."

Chuckling softly at the expression of bliss on his face, I continue to lick and suck on his cock, managing to take more of him in my mouth each time until about half of his cock is disappearing between my lips. I steadily work my way further down with each stroke, his rock-hard shaft coated with a shiny coating of saliva,glistening in the light of the hotel room. Seized by a sudden thought, I start to fondle Ian's balls with my free hand, my fingers gently massaging his ball-sac before slipping around to his tailhole, pressing a claw-tip lightly against his unsuspecting anus... and I am immediately rewarded by a sharp intake of breath and a sudden stiffening of his dick as his entire body shudders.

"Ahhh! Oh f-f-fuck...!" Ian groans loudly, pushing against the bed and squirming, his movements pressing my clawtip deeper into his flesh. "Ohhhh... ahhh! Oh god... don't stop babe, more...!"

"You like me fingering your tailhole while sucking your cock, don't you?" I tease, making a big show of licking his tip while I carefully twist the tip of my finger around in his tailhole. "You like me playing with you there, mmmm? Does it make you want to cum? Squirt your load in my mouth, mmmm?" I drag my clawtip across the ring of his anus. "You want to cum for me now, don't you?"

_ Ian: _

It's all I can do to hold back as Delilah simultaneously licks my cock and finger-fucks my tailhole, trying to resist the irresistible urge to let go and spend myself in her mouth, but I manage to shake my head. "N-n-not yet babe," I thickly whimper, wave after wave of pleasure washing through me, "Don't want to cum yet... want to cum inside you..."

"Oh yeah... I want to feel you cum in me too," Delilah throatily replies, gently stroking my shaft as she teases my tailhole with her finger. "You've got me all wet, all ready for you..." She briefly breaks contact to reach over to her purse, and pulls out a small familiar looking item which she proceeds to tear open. Then, taking the condom from its wrapper, she slips it into her mouth and before I can see what she is doing she smoothly takes my cock between her lips again. This time, it's a different sensation from when she sucked my cock before, and when she withdraws the condom is snugly rolled over the length of my shaft, the latex reflecting in the light of the room. While part of me is disappointed that I'm not going 'bareback' like last time, I'm nevertheless impressed at how she expertly slipped the condom on without any real break in the proceedings.

"Now we're ready," Delilah observes, licking my latex clad cock and slipping it in her mouth a couple more times, then rising up from between my legs and kneeling astride me. Licking her lips, she reaches down and lightly grasps my shaft, guiding it into position, rubbing the tip over her pink pussy lips. "You sure are a big boy, aren't you? Let's see if we can get that big prick of yours inside me..." Slowly, carefully, Delilah lowers herself onto me, groaning and softly panting, my cock slowly stretching her slick netherlips apart and sliding inside. "Here we go... Uhhhhhhh!"

"Oh Delilah... oh god...!" I moan thickly, watching the act of penetration with rapt fascination, captivated by the sight of my cock sliding deeper into her body. Delilah gasps, steadying herself above me, gently rocking back and forth astride me, lowering herself down further and further until her belly brushes mine. With my cock now buried deep within her, she props herself up on her hands above me and pushes back, her breasts gently swaying underneath her body.

"You like that, mmmm?" Delilah pants, grinding her crotch against mine. "You feel good in there too sweetie... ooooh yeah!"

"Ohhhh - ohhh - ohhhh!" I whimper, revelling in the incredible sensations I am feeling and the soft wet noises of my cock slipping in and out of her. "Oh fuck... so good..." I start thrusting up into her, her strokes meeting mine in time with the muffled squeak of the bed, surrendering myself to the growing haze of sexual lust. I prop myself up on my elbows and desperately try and lick Delilah's deliciously swaying breasts and nipples, eventually managing to bury my muzzle between them as she obligingly lowers herself.

"Lick my tits... oh god, lick my tits while I'm fucking you," Delilah whines, rocking back and forth faster and faster. "Play with them... suck them... oh yeah, that's it - don't stop!" Immediately I start on her breasts like there is no tomorrow, hungrily sucking on each nipple in turn and sloppily licking across her cleavage, driving myself into a frenzy of lust. Again the impending rush of orgasm approaches -

"Easy babe, let's take it slower..." I manage to gasp out. Oh fuck... I want to cum, I want to cum so bad... but not yet, dammit, not yet! There's still the main course to go!

_ Delilah: _

The look on Ian's face tells me everything I need to know - the old badger is straining to hold himself back, struggling to control himself for the pre-arranged piece de resistance of his evening. I glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table: still plenty of time.

"You want to go in my arse now, sweetie?" I pant, rocking back and forth on top of him, grinding my crotch against his and sighing happily, every inch of his cock filling my wet pussy. "I'm ready if you are..."

"Hell yes!" Ian replies, cupping my swaying breasts in his hands and gently massaging them before sliding his hands towards my rump, strong firm fingers massaging my backside. "I so want to make love to you back there... you're so gorgeous..."

"Mmm-hmmm," I smile, pausing for a moment to bounce up and down on his cock a couple of times before raising myself off from him, his cock slipping out from between my legs with a muffled plop as I lift myself free. I lean down to kiss him on the lips before positioning myself on all fours, spreading my legs and raising my tail in the air to expose the dark pink rosebud of my tailhole. Immediately Ian rises to his knees and positions himself behind me, rubbing the tip of his cock down the length of my pussy a few times before positioning it at my rear entrance and gently pushing against me.

"Uhhhhh!"

Oh god... Almost immediately sharp jolts of discomfort flood through me as my tailhole struggles to accommodate the massive girth of his cock. Thank god I'd lubed him up and got a condom on his tree-trunk of a dick - but as it is, it's already hard work! Within moments I start panting, trying to force my bum to relax and let him in, but despite my best efforts my tailhole refuses to yield. Instead of the expected slow but sure entry, the intense pressure of his cock-tip battering against my stubbornly-resisting sphincter merely results in spasms of pain lancing from my backside.

"You okay?" Ian asks, a note of concern in his voice.

"Fuck..." I groan, wincing with pain. "It's not working like this - I'm not... relaxed enough to... take you... ouch!" Quickly, I pull away from him, gasping for breath. "Not like this," I pant, "Not like this... you're too big this way."

Ian sighs, gently massaging my rump with his hands. "I'm sorry... such a shame - we didn't have any problem this way last time."

That's because both your mates had thoroughly loosened me up with their pricks before you got to stuff that baseball bat of a cock up my arse. "Any suggestions then, stud?"

"Hang on." Ian considers for a moment. "How about you lie on your back -"

"Okay..."

As I roll onto my back and look up at him, Ian after a moment's hesitation carefully slides a pillow under my backside, lifting my legs up so that my hips are raised up off the bedsheets. He shuffles in between my stockinged legs, easing them apart and placing them on his shoulders, leaving both my pussy and tailhole exposed.

"- then I can enter from on top, like this," Ian concludes, smiling hopefully. "This should be an easier angle." He reaches down to my chest and slowly massages each breast in turn. "Especially if I do this..."

I sigh contentedly at his touch, licking my lips as one of his hands traces its way down towards my crotch. "Oh yeah, like that..." I grip the bedsheets as one finger traces down the length of my pussy, briefly slipping inside before withdrawing to gently probe my tailhole. It feels nice...

"Shall we try again?" Ian prompted, his finger still stroking my tailhole.

"Okay... yeah, I think this time it'll work."

Once again, I feel the incredible pressure of Ian's rock-hard cock pressing against my stubborn tailhole. Except this time in response to Ian's attempt at penetration I feel my sphincter beginning to yield, slowly - very slowly - but yes, it's happening!

"How's this now - better?"

"Yeah... ahhh... just give me... a moment," I gasp, panting for breath, struggling again to relax. "You're bigger in there than I remember..."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he chuckles. "Don't worry darling, I'll be as gentle as I can..."

"Yeah... let's take it easy... nice and slow - ahhhh..."

It takes a few moments, but soon my backside has relaxed enough for some of his cock-tip to slip inside, slightly relieving the incredible pressure of his shaft against my tailhole. He's right, it is easier this way.

"Easy does it," I murmur encouragingly, whimpering slightly, my body struggling to accommodate this massive invader inside me. Eventually I feel the last of his tip slip into my backside, my stretched sphincter immediately locking Ian inside my bum. God, if I thought Ian's cock stretched my pussy to capacity, it's nothing compared to how his massive girth is stretching my tailhole. And there's still more of him to go!

"How's that lover?" I ask, gently rocking back and forth, the initial discomfort of Ian's entry slowly diffusing into a pleasurable sense of fullness in my rump.

"Fantastic," Ian murmurs, his eyes half-closed and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "So hot... so tight..."

"Oh yeah..." I sigh theatrically, squirming with each movement of his cock inside me. "I don't get many in there as big as you..."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh..." By now my arse has had enough time to comfortably adjust to accommodate Ian's cock. "Yeah... that's better..."

"Damn, you feel good!" Ian moans, breathing heavily,leaning forwards and slowly pushing against me, pressing his thick cock deeper into my backside. "Oh god... uhhhhh -"

"Oh fuck..." I gasp, "So big... you're so damn huge in there... uhhhh!" Wincing, I force myself to relax, willing my body to submit to this massive invader, Ian's cock stretches my resisting tailhole wider and wider and causing spasms of discomfort to flow through me. Slowly but surely, and accompanied by muffled grunts of exertion and pleasure, Ian manages to stuff all of his fat rock-hard cock into my back passage, his crotch and balls pressing against the cushion of my rump. For a long moment we remain motionless, the entirety of my lover's shaft buried deep inside my bum, his immense girth painfully stretching and straining my tailhole almost to the limit as it clamps around his shaft. Even so, I'm relishing the feelings of fullness and tightness as our bodies are locked together....

_ Ian: _

I look down in barely-concealed satisfaction, savouring the sight of my cock disappearing into Delilah's backside. Her tailhole squeezes my dick like a powerful vice, magnifying every sensation of movement. Below me Delilah grips the bedsheets, breathing heavily, flashes of pain occasionally crossing her face with every movement of my cock stirring inside her backside. To my surprise, I take a savage pleasure in watching Delilah's discomfort when I slowly pushed my shaft into her rump - it must be something to do with her being unable to be uninvolved in the act, one gets damn sick of "starfish" ladies that just lie back for you to get on with it while their minds are a thousand miles away. Not that I like inflicting pain, I hasten to remind myself - I'd far sooner give a lady pleasure and watch her enjoy herself - but considering what I pay for these sessions I'll be damned if I shall be ignored!

Carefully, I slowly pull my cock out of the depths of Delilah's bowels, then just before the tip slides out of her tailhole I gently push into her again, slowly thrusting in and out of her backside. Encouraged by Delilah's sighs of contentment, I lean forward again, burying my length inside her rump again as I bend down and kiss her on the lips, easing my tongue into her mouth. Immediately we slip into a frenzy of French-kissing each other, Delilah's tongue meeting mine and swirling about inside my mouth, her hot tight backside milking my cock with every stroke...

"How does that feel darling?" I breathlessly ask between kisses.

"Uhhh... great... just great," Delilah moans, pulling me close. "Uhhh... feels so stuffed in there with you - ahhhh! - huge fuckin' dick in my tight little tailhole - ohhhhh! Shit, that's good!"

"Oh man," I whimper softly, my cock-tip getting stimulated by what feels like ridges deep inside her arse. "Fuck... it feels so good... don't... ohhhh! Don't... want to... stop -"

The incredible pressure of Delilah's tailhole around my cock slowly eases off a little more with each careful thrust, allowing me to gradually pick up the pace. It isn't long before I'm happily banging away in her bum with long hard strokes, firmly holding onto her waist while driving my dick deep inside her...

"Can't... take much... more sweetie," Delilah gasps throatily between kisses. "Not... gonna last... much longer... with that big dick - not long... now babe... better hurry!"

"Me too," I manage to gasp, thrusting in and out of her rump faster and faster. "Gonna cum soon... gonna cum in your arse -"

"That's it sweetie,... cum in me! Want to feel your... cum inside me - uhhhh - feel you squirt insi-hide-hide my - oh FUCK! AHHHH! AHHHHH!"

"Oh fuck yes..." I breathlessly moan, the impending rush of orgasm approaching on the horizon of my senses. "Wanna cum in you - oh god yes..."

I frantically pound away into Delilah's backside, slamming against her rump again and again, repeatedly driving my dick into her tailhole like a pile driver in a frenzied rush, Delilah writhing in exquisite pleasure beneath me. "Oh god Delilah, I'm gonna cum - oh fuck - OHHHH! OH DELILAH! YES! YES! YEAHHHHHH!"

Within seconds the rush of orgasms flood through me, my whole body shuddering with pleasure, hot seed erupting from my cock and flooding the depths of her rump. Desperately stuffing my dick as hard as I can into Delilah to extract every last moment of ecstasy, I groan with the pleasure of release, gasping for breath, the all-too-brief plateau of orgasm realised replaced by a warm satisfying weariness of release. As I weakly start to lower myself on top of Delilah she caresses my face and grins, gasping for breath as if she has climaxed as well.

"Oh my god", I manage to whisper, "That was fantastic!"

_ Delilah: _

"Oh yeah... oh yeah..." I breathlessly whisper, feeling the last remnants of Ian's orgasm oozing deep within my thoroughly-stuffed backside. "I felt you squirt all up inside me... you really enjoyed that, mmmmm?" His breath washes over my face as he weakly nods, slowly lowering himself on top of me. As he wraps his arms around me and holds me close I affectionately nuzzle and kiss his neck, gently stroking his sides while his body relaxes and his cock starts to soften inside me. Thankfully the condom I'd previously slipped on him had managed to contain what felt like a litre of hot liquid of his cum pooling inside my arse, for the stuff would surely be leaking and dripping out of my tailhole if it hadn't! Eventually Ian eases himself down my body and withdraws his increasingly flaccid member from my protesting backside, and after a quick and discreet clean-up with a handful of tissues we snuggle together on the bed side by side, our naked bodies joined in a warm embrace.

For several minutes we slowly caress, stroke and cuddle each other in silence, with only the muffled noise of traffic from the street below breaking the stillness and closeness of the moment. It's moments like these that I can forget for a while that this is a job, that this encounter is more or less a business transaction... for right here, right now we are just simply male and female sharing an intimate closeness.

"You're so beautiful," Ian murmurs, gently kissing my muzzle. "I wish this moment would last forever."

"Awww, you say the nicest things," I smile, hugging him tightly, squeezing him against me. "I'm glad you're happy." I return his kiss, lightly licking his lips. That's what I like about older clients - the young 'studs' might have more energy, but the "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" set just can't compare to someone who likes to be romantic as well as fuck me silly. The old badger beside me looks charmingly attractive in the afterglow of lovemaking - and romantically wooing a working girl like me? Now that's a gentleman.

"I'm so glad I was able to see you again," Ian murmurs happily, stretching and sighing contentedly before wrapping his strong arms around me again and squeezing me close. "It was so good last time, I had to come again."

I mumble something non-committal as I snuggle up against him. Yes, I remember the first time I saw Ian - he was one of the friends "Harry" had brought along for a three-on-one private gangbang - and although it wasn't a bad session I still remember it for rather different reasons than Ian. Mostly along the lines of having to dispose of a set of "working" lingerie that had become too torn and cum-stained to be used again, walking funny for at least a week afterwards after having my tailhole repeatedly reamed by all three males, and of course - in return for the privilege of being their fuck-toy for two hours straight - the very generous addition to my bank balance.

As Ian caresses my face I notice a band of bare fur around Ian's ring-finger. He catches me looking at it and sighs heavily, relaxing his embrace and averting his eyes.

"It's not what you think, Delilah," he mumbles apologetically.

"What do you mean, Ian?"

"You know what I mean. You think I'm playing around, don't you?"

Like that bare patch isn't a tell-tale sign of a removed wedding-band... I shrug. "So? It's not really my problem, that's between you and... well, your wife." I pause. "Besides... well... you're not exactly the first married fellow to share my bed, I know that for sure." While I've heard it said that a male would be a fool to go out for hamburger when he can have a steak dinner at home every night, let's face it: if the steak dinner every night has evaporated into the occasional cheese sandwich, even hamburger will look good - especially a top-notch hamburger made with quality ingredients. Put it this way: I certainly pride myself on the quality of my buns...

Ian turns to look at me, and I'm shocked to see the look of sadness on his face. "My... wife... died just over three years ago," he replies, his voice loaded with emotion. "Brain cancer, you see... we'd been married over twenty years." He sighs heavily. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be burdening you with this."

"No... it's okay," I reassure him. "I guess... you've been alone ever since?"

"Yeah." He sighs. "It's been hard... I miss Grace, and I'm too old and set in my ways to do the dating thing. I know it sounds corny, but ladies like yourself have been my only relief." Ian gently strokes my side. "When I'm with you, I feel like a man again instead of some lonely old codger."

I carefully examine his face for any sign of trickery, but Ian's clear blue eyes meet mine unwaveringly. "I understand," I murmur, the realisation that he's telling the truth raising unpleasant memories of my own. "You must really miss her."

"Yeah," he replies. The old badger gives me a searching look. "You've been there too, haven't you? Lost someone you loved?"

Ouch. Was it that obvious? "You... could say that," I reply guardedly. "Not quite like you, but... yeah, I have. Two -" Already I'm struggling to hold my composure, tears starting to well up in my eyes. "Sorry. I can't talk about it much -"

Ian embraces me tightly, fiercely holding me to him and burying his face in my neck. "Shhhh... it's okay Delilah, it's okay," he whispers comfortingly. "I know what it's like, really... it took me ages to talk about what happened with Grace." For what seems like ages he simply holds me, his presence and warmth reassuring me while I regain control of myself. Wiping my eyes, I kiss him on the lips.

"Yeah, it is hard," I whisper, stroking his face tenderly. "Your wife... Grace... she must have been special." I smile as a thought occurs to me. "Going by how you and I have been at it, she must have really been a goer, eh?"

Ian grins. "Too right," he chuckles. "She could certainly give me a run for my money... very enthusiastic, and very inventive. She loved it every which way -"

"Even up the arse?" I giggle. "With that tree-truck of a dick between your legs?"

"Especially up her arse," Ian laughs. "My god, we had so much fun together... even after ten years we were still going at it like newly-weds. Man, I felt like the luckiest guy alive when I was with her."

"Mmmm, she sounds special all right," I grin. "I hope I can give you as good a time as she could."

"Oh you do, Delilah, you do." Ian murmurs happily. For a long moment he gazes dreamily into my eyes. "Delilah... I was wondering - ah, can I ask you something?"

Uh-oh. I turn to look at him and notice the conflict between curiosity and discretion in his eyes. He's not going to ask the usual old cliché, is he? Oh god Ian - don't ruin the moment, please don't ask what's a nice girl like you doing in a job like this... please? "Mmmm?"

"Ah, you know last time we - uh, didn't use... well..." Ian sheepishly gestures to the unopened condom packet still on the bedside shelf.

Hmm. At least it wasn't the other question. Though it is a rather strong reminder of why I'm really here with him... "You mean, why a condom this time? When you had me au natural last time we met?" I respond, probably more harshly than I really intended.

Ian's ears flatten against his head. "Ah, yeah."

"You want the truth?" I pause. "Because - and I apologise for being blunt - you're not paying enough to fuck me bare." I bet Ian didn't realise Harry paid me a four-figure sum for that privilege in his last little party! "The wrapper stays on. Sorry."

"Oh." Ian looks thoughtful for a few moments. "So how much -"

"No," I interrupt, placing a finger against his lips. "Not now. Ask me later... but not now. Let's just enjoy the moment, okay?" I hope he gets the message: that right now, in the afterglow of hot passionate sex, I really don't want to be reminded that he's just a client.

Or that I'm a lady of the night for negotiable affection. A prostitute. A hooker.

A whore.

Ian nods in agreement, squeezing me affectionately in his arms and burying his face in my neck, my hair falling over his muzzle.

He gets it.

_ Ian: _

Delilah is right. It would be a shame to ruin these tender moments. I'm basking in the warmth of her body next to mine, and it feels so comforting, so nice. I always enjoy this quiet time with an escort when it happens, it makes the encounter feel more like a proper date than just a "love for hire" session. Yes, I enjoy having an all-in free-for-all lust-filled fuck with an enthusiastic partner - even if I am paying for the privilege - but it's not just about raw sex, y'know? It's not often I get to connect like this, to enjoy this time of drowsy sleepy conviviality... especially with someone like Delilah.

I can't believe we were actually talking about Grace though. I mean, I hardly know Delilah, she hardly knows me... yet we wind up talking about my late wife? On the other hand, we're lying together on a bed naked having just fucked each other silly...

"Now, where were we?" I ask teasingly, stroking the side of her face, gazing dreamily into her sea-green eyes.

"About here, I think..." Delilah replies, shifting forward to place a long slow kiss on my lips. I return the kiss, stroking and caressing her, tenderly slipping my tongue into her mouth and feeling my limp maleness start to stiffen again.

"Mmmm..." I murmur thickly through the kiss, brushing Delilah's hair from where it has fallen over her face. "Sounds about right..."

"Yeah," Delilah mumbles, wrapping an arm around my neck and shoulder, her free hand stroking my side and back. "Like this?"

"Oh yeah - that's nice... mmmm..."

"Ahhh..."

I gently disentangle myself from Delilah's embrace and ease her onto her back. "Let me do the work this time, love," I whisper, kissing her on the mouth before kissing my way down towards her shapely breasts. Tenderly, lovingly, I lick each nipple in turn while I cup and gently massage each lovely mound. A contented sigh escapes from Delilah as I continue to kiss and nuzzle her, burying my muzzle in her cleavage and gently sucking each nipple, the moans of contentment from above me sounding as sweet music to my ears. I turn my attention to her belly, licking and kissing my way towards her navel, swirling my tongue into it briefly before continuing south to my ultimate goal.

"Yeah... that's it babe... down there..."

Shifting position, I gently ease her legs apart and lean forwards, the musky scent from her pussy filling my nostrils like sweet perfume. I lower myself down to her crotch and start to lick her sweet fragrant cunt, running my tongue up and down the length of her slit and teasing the nub of her her swollen clit. A long drawn-out sigh from above confirms that I've found at least one sensitive spot, so I start to kiss and lick her sex with increased vigour, jamming my face against her crotch and furiously French-kissing her pussy, kiss after sloppy kiss thrusting my tongue deep into her hole. Delilah writhes with pleasure above me, moaning and occasionally squealing with each thrust of my tongue...

"Ooooh yes! That's it... more..."

As I mercilessly switch between probing between her netherlips and suckling her clit she whimpers needfully, her head tossing from side to side. The aroma from her arousal is intoxicating, the slightly-sour taste of her pussy even more so, and the knowledge that my efforts are exciting her more and more spurs my efforts onwards to give her even more pleasure. Oh god... I want to make this glorious angel cum so much!

"Oh fuck... don't stop... oh god please more..."

Delilah pants, shivering and shuddering with pleasure with each lick of my tongue, thrusting her crotch into my face and driving my already extended tongue even deeper inside. I reach under her legs to grab her buttocks with both hands, squeezing her arse-cheeks and pulling myself even harder against her. By now her pussy is sopping wet, saliva mingling with copious amounts of her musky liquid arousal in my mouth with each thrust of my tongue into her...

"Don't stop... for fuck's sake, don't...!"

Oh god, I can't stop! Delilah's almost there, she's so close! My rock-hard cock pressed into the bedsheets cries out for attention, but there are more important things on my mind... I locate Delilah's clit and desperately lick it, taking the swollen nub between my lips and sucking on it hard -

"Ah - ah - ohhhhh! Oh god, I'm going to - ahhhhh!"

Her whole body suddenly quivers, wave after wave of orgasm thundering through her body, her strong thighs clamping around my head and pulling my face into her crotch. For a moment I can't breath as my nose is suddenly jammed hard against her pussy, cutting off any air - but I manage to pull away in time, gasping for breath and watching with pure delight as Delilah frantically claws at the bedsheets, crying out in pure ecstasy. As soon as her orgasm starts to subside though I'm back in between her legs and resuming my oral attentions to her sex, smearing feminine arousal all over my muzzle in the process...

"Ohhhhhhhhh.....! I'm... just - oh god!" Delilah gasps, propping herself up on her elbows to look down at me still mercilessly French-kissing her cunt. "Oh fuck... your tongue... feels incredible..." Within moments she is off again, moaning and whimpering with pure sexual pleasure while I make love to her with my lips and tongue, licking the inside of her hole. "Oh god..." she eventually manages to moan, "I need something bigger than your tongue inside me now... I want that lovely big cock in me!"

_ Delilah: _

My whole body is on fire with lust, any feeling of being a paid courtesan long since banished from my mind - my mind is filled completely with a burning desire to be mounted and bred by this gorgeously talented male and his lovely fat fucking prick! I roll over onto one side and lift myself up onto my hands and knees, my tail proudly waving over my rump like a banner. Squirming with excitement, I reach underneath myself with one hand to finger myself while Ian tears open another condom packet and rolls another latex sheath onto his dick - my god, I'm so wet down there I can hardly believe it. Within moments Ian is ready and climbing back onto the bed, his hands already resting on my bum as he positions himself behind me. I shift my legs further apart, toss my head into the air, and with the sultriest voice I can manage I command him:

"Fuck me!"

Needing no further encouragement, Ian drives his cock hard into my sopping wet pussy, easily burying his entire length inside me in one glorious stroke. Instinctively I grind my rump back hard against him, desperately trying to get every last bit of his dick inside as my thrashing tail brushes against his chest. He grips my waist in both hands and pulls out of me - then pushes into me again, his short fat shaft slipping effortlessly up my liberally-lubricated cunt as I gasp with excitement. What was bordering on discomfort when he fucked me the first time is now pure sweet pleasure - especially when he reaches around my waist with one hand and mercilessly rubs my clit with expert slippery fingers. Again and again he buries his thick prick up between my legs, slowly at first then with increasing speed, his breath washing over the back of my neck as he covers my body with his own. Already I'm gasping for breath with excitement, pleasure coursing through my body with every thrust he makes...

"Oh Ian... oh yeah! That's it lover - FUCK ME! Fuck me hard!"

I have to give the old guy credit, he certainly seems to show no sign of stopping! And it's not just a straight-out frenzied fuck - one moment he's teasing my deliciously tortured cunny with just the tip of his prick, then he drives his entire length in long hard strokes, exquisitely stirring his cock in the depths of my body as I moan uncontrollably with ecstasy... and his hands! Oh god, they're all over me - caressing my tummy, then strong fingers mauling my tits before digging in my fur and flesh as he pulls me into him - and they feel so good! There's no need to try and fake enjoyment of any of this like I have to do with some clients, I can just let myself go... I cum almost immediately when he finger-fucks my tailhole with his thumb at the same time, then I ride his waves of passion eagerly anticipating more to come...

Hang on, shouldn't even he be finished by now? As he frantically pounds himself harder and harder against my backside I manage to look over my shoulder, and immediately notice the growing frustration on his face: tell-tale signs of a male striving to continue fucking in the face of exhaustion. The prospect of orgasm is just too addictive to ignore for some, the spirit more than willing even as their flesh grows weaker.

I glance at the bedside clock. Oh shit - time's almost up -

"Come on lover boy, cum for me! Wanna feel you cum..."

"Oh god... yes darling, oh god..." Ian gasps heavily, wrapping his arms around my waist and roughly pulling me onto him again, sending his length deep inside me. For a moment I'm lifted off my knees, held in position against his crotch by his cock, then I'm back on the bed and down on my elbows. His legs tremble against mine -

"That's it baby, we're almost there -" I moan, squirming lustfully in his grasp, hoping against hope even while his cock starts to soften inside me. Can he do it? Oh god I hope he can...

"Ahhh... ahhh - uhhh - aaahhh... dammit - oh fuck Delilah_,_ I... I can't...!" Ian wails in frustration, desperately grinding himself against me. "I'm... oh god, I'm..." He suddenly slumps over my back, gasping for breath. "Oh damn...!"

"Want a hand darling?" I ask. "You want to cum on my tummy?"

"Oh yeah - want to cum so much... " he moans. "Can I... can I cum on your tits?"

I nod. "Anything for you babe..."

Ian quickly pulls out of me, and I roll onto my back. Immediately he straddles my belly, his cock poised over my chest. I pull the condom off and fling it across the room, then after dipping my fingers in my sopping wet cunny I start to masturbate him with firm fast strokes. The effect is electric - his sagging cock immediately stiffens, and he closes his eyes in ecstasy...

"I want to watch you cum, sweetie... ohhhh... see that big hard cock squirt all over me..." I growl lustfully, savagely pumping his cock. My other hand starts to slip down my body towards my crotch - but within moments his hand beat me to it, slipping three fingers in my cunt and masturbating me in return. I lightly grab his balls instead, fondling his sac and occasionally teasing his tailhole while I continue to furiously stroke him off...

"Oh god - I'm gonna... Oh Delilah... fuck!" Ian whines, panting heavily and struggling to hold himself up above me, thrusting into my hand.

"That's it baby, cum for me, cum for Delilah... wanna see you cum so fuckin' bad..."

"I'm gonna - gonna cum... gonna cum over your tits -" With that I feel his cock start to throb under my fingers, and within moments streams of semen erupt from Ians cock, spraying all over my breasts and neck as the old badger howls triumphantly above me. The lewd sight before me - or is it Ian's expert fingers squirming deep in my cunny and over my clit? Who cares - sends me over the edge into orgasm, whimpering and whining as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. Blobs of cum splash on my muzzle, on my hair, splattering onto my tits and fingers in a shower of white... finally tapering off into a series of long stringy drips from the tip of his cock. I squirm deliciously underneath him, rubbing my fingers through his warm cream and smearing it over my nipples in a delightfully wanton manner. Ian's cries of happiness all to quickly evaporate into gasping for breath, and as the panting badger carefully moves off from on top I notice his legs and arms trembling with fatigue - it's obvious that he's given his all for me!

Ian wearily lays himself down beside me, still panting for breath, his face almost glowing with happiness as he wraps his arms around me and cuddles me close, not caring that his arm is smearing pools of cum over my chest. His joy is infectious, and I find myself grinning happily as well. Our lips meet one more time for a long drawn-out kiss with our tongues entwining, basking together in a shared afterglow of lustful pleasure.

"Oh Delilah... oh darling... oh my lovely angel..."

_ Ian: _

I sit on the end of the bed watching Delilah taking a shower, taking my pleasure in watching her shapely body through the clouds of steam flowing through the open bathroom door. Our time together is almost up, and I've enjoyed it so much - I want to make the most of every last minute of this wonderful evening. My hotel bath-robe is loosely fastened around my waist - while I don't have to be going anywhere else tonight like Delilah, I've no desire to be caught in the buff by some passer-by in the corridor...

"Can I get you anything?" I call through the door. "A drink perhaps? One for the road?" I don't normally touch the hotel mini-bar, but on this occasion...

"Sorry sweetie, I've really got to get going," Delilah replies, "Thanks for the offer though." The sound of falling water from the shower suddenly ceases and the cubicle door opens. Delilah steps out, picking up one of the hotel towels and briskly drying herself off in front of me before starting to dress. I watch her don her underwear, blouse, skirt and jacket in quick succession - a complete contrast to the theatrical strip-tease she performed less than an hour ago - and after slipping on her high heeled shoes Delilah pulls a brush from her handbag and quickly brushes her long blonde hair. In only a matter of minutes she is ready to leave, and I get up to escort her to the door.

"Thank you for a wonderful time," I smile, giving Delilah one final embrace. "I hope to see you again soon!"

"I'll look forward to it," Delilah replies warmly. She kisses my cheek. "Take care, eh?"

"You too, sweetie."

The door closes behind her and she is gone, leaving me alone in my room. I flop back onto the rumpled bed and sigh happily, rolling over onto my stomach and inhaling her feminine scent lingering on the bed-sheets. What a woman! Even though my legs are still wobbly from the exhaustion of our lovemaking, inside I feel warm, contented... and in a way, supremely loved.

Oh, I know it's not really love - how much love can there be when you're paying a woman to fuck you? For an old bloke like me though, it's a welcome excursion into fantasy, and sometimes that's what you need. At best, I realise that any feeling Delilah may have for me will probably be nothing more than that for a favoured client...

But it suddenly strikes me that there's something more to Delilah. More than her being just another pretty face 'on the game'. Because at one point while she was fussing about putting her makeup on I happened to glance momentarily inside her open handbag... and among the usual female stuff like lipstick and other odds-and-ends I caught sight of a small woollen babies' bootie, the pink ribbon and wool grey with grime as though it had been handled for a long time without being washed. Of all the things I expected to see in an escort's handbag, that was the furthest from my mind... and I can't help wondering about the significance of it. A keepsake from her childhood perhaps? Or someone else's?

_ Delilah: _

I step out of the lift and stride across the hotel lobby towards the main doors, my heels sounding out a reverberating click clack with each step on the marble tiles. The crowds in the hotel lobby area have diminished somewhat since I came in. The doorman once again holds the heavy glass doors open for me, tipping his hat to me as I pass through into the cool evening. Around the corner, I stop and light a cigarette, leaning against a convenient wall and taking a deep drag and slowly blowing the smoke out again. My body still feels pleasantly infused with the warm glow of love-making, and I smile to myself as I contemplate the events of the last hour. I enjoyed the way Ian treated the whole affair like a real date... not like the "fuck for hire" that all too many clients see it as. There's something to be said for old-fashioned courtesy, especially from a more mature gentleman.

He's nice. I hope he calls again.

I drop the remains of my cigarette onto the pavement, grinding it out with my heel, and disappear into the night, heading for home. Another job done, and another customer satisfied.

• FIN -