by M. H. O'Hara
This guy Clarke made me feel more special than my very soon to be ex-husband ever did and he was paying for me £1, 500, hey not bad. He said we have a cosy table for our dinner date in the restaurant across the street “Deans” have you ever been no I said. Well it’s in their exclusive private section up stairs they only have six tables very intimate, we have our own private chef just for us .How lovely, well I will just get my jacket and we can leave. Ok! I’ll powder my nose. I went into the bathroom, shit! I hadn’t expected us to be leaving the hotel what if I bump into someone I know, what they will think how will I explain the guy. Shit! Then I realised, hey hello you’re the only one, well me and Clarke that know why mi with him, it’s not like if I bump into an aunt or an uncle their going to know right away Eileen you’re a whore on a date!!I’ll say hello explain I thought it was about time I started to date again and ever so casually introduce Clarke who obviously feels the same way so it’ll be fine I’m sure it will be fine I tried to convince myself. Out I came all set my sweet date all set Clarke. As I necked the rest of my champagne to the back of my throat. He took my hand as we exited the elevator in the Europa hotel’s lobby saying a courteous good evening at the two staff on the reception as before they didn’t bat an eyelid in my direction or ours, we just looked like any normal couple staying at the hotel whatever normal may be that concept took on a complete new turn to me now. He seemed so comfortable with me to like it was a date I wanted to ask him why but that would have most definitely spoiled the mood and from what Doreen had said he was regular so he was used to this sort of thing. We crossed at the zebra crossing not speaking just holding hands and he kept smiling at me, I got a lot of heads turning in my direction it was something I hadn’t got in a long time since with my soon to be ex, mainly with the five extra stone and I didn’t leave the house often that and I usually kept my head down in shame. Now here I was a hooker and looking amazing and my head couldn’t be held any higher, makes no sense what’s so ever, even though inside I was really torn in two but I was role playing pushed those aside or I’d let go off this strangers hand and run, run up the road run in search of Father Peter slap him in the face and break down in his warm safe arms and kiss him. But I couldn’t I had to keep walking, keep pretending once again becoming something I’m not. Deans at smart very expensive restaurant opened in Belfast the in crowd place to be if you could afford and I could not with or without my ex. God I don’t know the last time I’d been on a date taken somewhere nice, spoilt you know treated like a lady, I was determined to enjoy this part at least the rest I would block out entirely. We entered the restaurant and it was very classy not overly big smooth wooden floorboards, walls painted an nice Victorian deep burgundy a curve of tables lay out on beautiful gold fashion not to close together some filled couples, some with groups of diners. Our waiter asked if we had a reservation just then the owner himself came over as having recognised Clarke Hello Mr Jameson so good to see you again, how are you? Good thank you, and you sir I see business is good, yes wonderful. Will you be dining in your usual table? Yes that would be wonderful Dean. He ushered the young man behind the counter to take Mr Jameson’s coat and mine and to bring us to our table. Clarke helped me out of my coat and handed it to the young man who hung it on the nearby rack. He then showed us the way to the upstairs restaurant at Deans up a small flight of swirled metal steps to a delightful room light all with candle and just six beautiful round tables only for two guest. So very intimate, there were just two other couples other than ourselves and we were shown to our table near the beautiful lit fireplace. The waiter pulled out my chair as I sat down then adequately place a napkin onto my lap and Clarks. He offered Clarke the wine list and gave us both a moment to look it over before bringing the menu. Do you mind if I do the honours of choosing the wine, no that’s fine I like both red and white so please you choose. He glanced casually at the list then said to me how does a bottle of white wine sound to you, wet. I said with smile. He laughed I’ve had it before it’s a favourite indulgence of mine he sat it on the table, please excuse me he said I need to us e the little boys room could you tell the waiter we’ll have No 12, yes of course, Clarke excused himself and went down the stairs.
I took a wee nosey at the list and shit myself it was £156 for the bottle he’d choosen. Jesus that would easily cover my two weeks shopping at Iceland and then some. The waiter came over with our dinner menus and asked if I had chosen a wine, I casually as I could said yes I’d like the number 12.Now don’t get me wrong I’ve eaten in some nice places drank some nice wines but the most expensive wine I would ever have ordered would be a bottle of chapman or a good bottle for £25 which really cost £15 in the off licence. But hey how the other half live I was living it pity it was at such a high cost. Clarke came back to the table and kissed me on the cheek, sorry I got held up talking to Dean, that’s fine I ordered the wine. Great well let’s see what’s on the tonight’s menu it’s a special menu for this restaurant up stairs you know with our own chef, oh how lovely, you are spoiling menthe waiter came back to the table and showed Clarke the wine, would you like to taste it first sir, no thank you I’ve had it before please continue to pour, he poured two glasses of wine and left the bottle in a metal wine holding stand with the napkin around the top. I drank it slowly expecting the most amazing wine in the world, but to be honest it could have been “Black tower”! Nice strong to. I don’t know how you choose your wine, me I do love red “McGuigans” it’s my favourite but hey if that is not there I don’t check the labels I check the most important part the back, the part that says how much alcohol is in in it 10% of more 13.5 “Mcguigans” great your on to a winner. I always wondered about those wine that you pay more for less alcohol am I missing something there.
I had a look and the food menu was very expensive, there were things there I’d never heard of you know all sounding very posh but probably chicken Kiev with spuds said in a different way! So I ordered the soup like most I hadn’t eaten all day saved my appetite for my dinner and stay afraid to over eat regain my lost weight. So posh soup first they chicken for main with sides. Handing back our menu Clarke took my hand. You are so beautiful, you don’t need to keep complementing me you know I said rubbing my foot up his trouser leg you’re onto a sure thing I said winking with a lick of my lips. He lifted his glass to his and necked it back, I got the feeling he was suddenly nervous so I drank my wine and he refilled both our glasses. Then he began to tell me about himself. Kara you may as well know he spoke discretely, the thing is why I use escorts, well as you can see I’m well of and not grossly ugly, well he stopped and drank some more, he began to get some before me, I don’t mean literally of course just his whole persona and confidence changed as he began to speak. Well I don’t actually have a penis! And then he necked his glass. I sat staring unsure was he joking or was this a literal meaning. So playing it safe I asked was it a birth defect or something yes he said, relieved I didn’t crack a joke his eyes smiled, I was born with a rare birth defect and it effected my gentiles so I can still urinate etc. but nothing else there’s no cure, or medicine then, though to be honest I have been considering having a penis enhancement, an operation but the plastic surgeon said it couldn’t be performed on myself. God I’m so sorry, it doesn’t make you less of a man you know, to many men placed too much stock in this penis it becomes them and they think it’s the only way to please a woman but mi sure as you’ve discovered they are many ways. He smiled into his glass, thank you for saying that and I can tell you truly mean and believe what you said, but my ex-wife said the same thing then you proceeded to fuck both of my brothers and my father to and they all laughed at me, so as much as you believe that it, it’s not true. Well she obviously knew what and she was marrying into and she truly couldn’t have loved you to treat you that way and some women do that whether the guy had well you know a dick or not. True, but now I don’t have relationships I have company and I’ve made up let’s say, by my shortcomings by being fully wealthy and successful
in what I do, while my so called family are rotting in their own stench of poverty. Revenge, revenge he said clinking mu glass once more. Our first course arrived which I had been looking forward to a stilton and cream of broccoli soup with a crumble of crab, boy was I disappointed they presented it to us in little fancy high cups with saucers and these pretty but tiny spoons, now it tasted divine but few spoonful’s and it was gone and no bread brought either, I had to remind myself that it was the quality and the main was coming, well that was also tiny it was meant to be chicken and it looked like a little robin I was eating with a brushing of veg on what I consider to be a side plate, again scrummy but why to make it all posh does it have to be so small, can they only cook grand on a small scale.
True I was enjoying this experience being in such a nice place good food, lovely surrounding I wanted to enjoy this moment take it in not for what it was but what I dreamt it could be. Let’s leave dessert I want you to be my dessert Clarke whispered in my ear, just what I was thinking I lied. We had finished our wine and Clarke paid our bill just over £250! Holding hands again we walked briskly back to the hotel and into the lift where he moved in and began kissing me quite passionately returned the favour and he was a nice kisser but way to much tongue to big, like stabbing you with it don’t you just hate that, maybe this was his way he imagined his tongue was his dick and this was a blow job in a lift it felt gross. Ding our floor he untangled me and we left hand and hand to his room. When we got in he said how about I give you a nice massage, oh how lovely I smiled feigning interest. I’ll just freshen up and get ready, Shutting and locking the bathroom door I brushed my teeth avoiding me in the mirror, I looked but didn’t see me if I did I’d know what I was doing, kind of like when your overweight and you avoid your reflection I did that. Brushed my teeth tidied my make-up and stripped of naked except the heels. Out I walked and he was lying on the bed also naked, I was dying to see what it looked like or more to the point did not without looking, then I though shit what if it’s all gross and I gag. But he had the sheet pulled up around him there and had a bottle of sensual massage oil I slowly seductively crawled up the bed and lay on my stomach ,he mounted me and squeezes the oil onto his hand I felt the drops of it fall loosely coolly onto my back. He began to rub from the base of my spine up to my shoulders in gentle sweeping movements carefully with one hand moving my hair out of the way. He began to massage me firm gently around my shoulders and long deep strokes around my back it was good it was very relaxing, closing my eyes I just imagined I was in my own hotel room and had ordered a private masseuse to come to my room ,he slid down me a little of my bum and then squeezes the oil into my cheeks ,I giggled oh that’s cold, I said feeling a little taken aback, relaxing a little then he began to massage my bum cheeks ok, slowly gradually puts his fingers down towards my pussy, thank god I could hide my face as I bit into my lips and clinched my face, this is it I thought backwards slowly and deeply he fucked me two fingers ,his fingers where all oiled and he was gentle, but it felt like such an intrusion, do you like that he bent down and whispered into my ear, which brought me into my cameo and I realised I was meant to be doing something what was it? Oh! yeah enjoying this, mm I said so good ,so gentle, go a little faster I said, mm he said I can feel you getting wet, I am I thought shit? Well the body does what it wants once more, but I felt nothing just like that uncomfortable feeling when you’re getting a smear, that cold plastic the scraping that’s how this felt. But nothing. NOTHING could have prepared me for what came next, he moved into the higher position and hovered over me squeezing more oil I though and taking his time but, whatever at least he wasn’t fucking with his fingers any more, then I felt a sharp cold stab right between my fucking ass which is what this sick cunt was trying to do, now I’m sorry to those out there who like it, but I’m a total ass virgin and after that incident I have stayed that way. But isn’t it customary to ask the fucking girl ,no he had strapped on this big fuck off dildo around himself, the first I’d ever seen part from on porn slavered it in jelly and tried not to gently to ram this fucking thing up my ass ,no warning. Well I may be a tiny six now but that gave me the strength of a bull I jumped up with such power arching my back like I was bucking that asshole rider of me and he fell to the floor. What the hell are you doing I said walking round and standing over this prickless freak. Who was so dazzled and shocked as to what had happened, hadn’t had time to breathe. He lay there in dis belief, well I said what the fuck you are playing at. I was about to fuck me you were about to ass rape me I said. No I wasn’t I thought you’d done this before ,well you thought wrong and besides isn’t it customary to ask your date I said calming down and realising the situation I was in sat on the bed and he sat up on the floor still with that big black rubber dildo strapped to him.
Your right I apologise, I should have asked you, take it you’ve never done that before no! I said never and it’s not my thing. Oh! well I’m sorry he sat on the bed beside me, it’s the only way that gets me off oh! I said, not having any clue as what to do, should I leave and forget about my £1500 or let him do that to me? I couldn’t I just couldn’t god it was at least twelve inches and even the normal way would be a lot to take in my now tightening pussy. I wanted the money hell I needed the money so when he said what he said next I agreed, though still to know grosses me out. Well how would you feel, yeah waiting for it wait for it, you strap it on and do me? Do him how, oh no oh god, you have to say yes£1,500 Eileen say yes get him back for bashing your ass. OK I love that idea I’ve always wanted to do that since I saw it in a gay porno. Yeah he said all excited, he began to unstrap it and then that’s when I saw it, poor thing, it was all shrivelled up but it seemed to curl and his balls were all shriveled. So he put his arms around my waist and strapped on this dick the strapping also went between my cunt and there I was now a she man. He asked me to put a lot of KY jelly on and be gentle he got onto the bed on all fours and I came behind him on my knees, had to ask him to lower a little he’s quite tall didn’t want to miss! And with one eye open the other closed I slowly, very slowly began to bring this bi black dildo towards this man’s ass god I was so amazed at this and sacred to hurt him and oh my god are you really doing this, better him than at it touched of his bum then ever so gingerly I began to put it in, it’s like putting an enema in your dog’s ass and hoping it won’t bite you and it didnt he didn’t just had to do a big almighty push in one big stroke in with eye wide shut I couldn’t look, and a big ayah from Clarke I knew I’d hit the target, it was weird had to move a bit and begin well yeah screwing him back and forth slow he was loving it ,I put my hands on his cheeks and really got into the rhythm so this is what it’s like when a guy gives it to me from behind, I felt in control quite strong and powerful it brought out my masculine side. I got really into it and the strap of the dildo with the moving action had been rubbing of my pussy and I was wet and I was really wet it was nice, I adjusted that a bit so it could rub me right yes of my clit. Yeah mm he said, he was coming I said I am coming to, yes, oh god, tell me I’m your little bitch, say it to, me, tell me. your my little bitch I said to him I pulled on his hair and said say your my little bitch and I’ll stop when I want, oh yeah, yeah and he came all shaking and a little splutter came out of his cock. I came to not hard like when a man’s inside me but when I masturbate it was like that, a nice warm come of satisfaction. I hadn’t notice but I’d worked up a real sweat.