I Like What I Like, Part 1

I Like What I Like, Part 1
By, Lee

“Excuse me Ms. Bunny. I know we've got business to attend to and pardon me for asking what must be a basic question, but what on earth is a rim-job?” Ms. Eunice Valentine (who goes by Snow Bunny during working hours) slowly looked in my direction, her face awash with perplexity as her eyes seemed to search my profile for a hint of sarcasm.

“Dude, really?” she asked slightly bewildered. “I know you said you were a virgin, but this is on a whole other level.”

“Hey, I warned you beforehand that 'virgin' didn't begin to describe the depths of my inexperience” I said while doubled over and awkwardly fumbling around in an embarrassing attempt to take off my shoes. Eunice 'Snow Bunny' Valentine is part of an upscale escort service in the city. The service was run completely by women who were in total control of the clients whom they choose to have sex with. In addition, each escort set the price range for each client. Although, it was made clear to each client that the base price was $1,500 – no one was fucking for free. Ms. Valentine had began undressing as we conversed, shedding the trench coat she had worn that was now soaked from the unrelenting downpour going on outside our motel suite. Underneath that wet layer of clothing was perhaps the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen: Ms. Valentine's scantily clad body. The loose pink lingerie barely clung to her full figure, giving me a nearly un-occluded view of her ample ass, globe like breasts, and a few stray pubic hairs leading to her succulent pleasure. The breath-taking view was bringing my own instrument of pleasure to life, making it stiff with the anticipation of exploring beautiful and uncharted territory. After letting my eyes take their fill of her, I managed to follow her example and began disrobing further.

“Being a virgin is no excuse for not knowing the basics. Haven't you watched porn before?” She said sounding slightly annoyed.

“Of course I have, but it wasn't like I was paying attention to the terminology. I was trying to jack off, not study for a vocabulary test” I said while folding my clothes and putting them in a corner of the room, leaving me in my boxers and black socks. Honestly, I had a pretty good idea of what a rim-job was. The only reason I was playing dumb was because I wanted one but was too nervous to ask Ms. Valentine for such a favor, so I thought I'd float the idea around and hope she'd take matters into her own hands.

“I suppose you have a point there. Fine I'll give you the gist of it; a rim-job is simply licking your partner's asshole. For added pleasure you can finger or jack your partner off depending on who you're with. Any more questions sir?” I didn't dare to ask another sex based question as the imagery from her explanation alone was nearly enough to make my erect penis spew its seed. Instead, I decided on a more prevalent question: one that had been nagging at me since I met her in the lobby.

“Just one: why do you go by Snow Bunny when you're as black as I am?” While my skin tone wasn't all that dark it was certainly far from the whiteness of snow and so was Ms. Bunny’s. Her skin was a silky light brown, like cafe mocha.

“Now that's a more valid question. I figured out a few years ago that men tend to flock towards white escorts, so the name is solely for attracting more clients.”

“I understand. Although I'm sure no man has ever been disappointed after seeing you in person. I know I couldn't be happier.” For a moment I thought my comment had made the beautiful woman blush, but she must have heard cheesy lines like that all the time.

“Why thank you. It's nice to have clients who actually want to have a conversation every now and then.” She said before crossing the room over to the bed where I was sitting, stopping right in front of me. “Before we start, please take off your socks. It's just plain tacky to have them on during sex.” That seemed a bit weird to me, but I had no problem acquiescing to her request. Once they were off, she placed her petite hands on my shoulders and plopped her pert round ass in my lap. “Now that that's out of the way, let's get to the action shall we.” It was all so intoxicating; her aroma, the weight of her body against mine, her full pink lips, pixie cut jet black hair, and those piercing brown eyes. The anticipation of making love to this immaculate woman froze me in place and damn near stopped my heart. Noticing my hesitation, Ms. Valentine decided to take matters into her own hands. “Don't worry baby. I'll handle it from here.” she said before sticking her tongue in my mouth and forcing me down onto the mattress beneath us.

‘Holy shit this is amazing!’ I thought as Eunice explored every corner of my mouth with her tongue. I was no match for her expert mouth and had no choice but to lay there as she assaulted my amateur lips. She would pause periodically to suck my earlo...