They were staying in London after an evening at Covent Garden. After the opera
they found a quiet little restaurant where they had some supper and rather a lot
of wine. By the time they were in the taxi on the way back to their hotel, the
Earl was feeling ready for a little fun.

Without lowering his voice in front of the driver, he told the Countess, "I have
always heard that the women of the night in London are something every man
should experience."

"Well now, you're in luck, because I happen to know one of the most exclusive
hookers in London and I could make you an introduction." He nodded and smiled.
"Chic or tarty?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow. "Tarty," he decided
without hesitation.

They got back to the hotel and she told him to wait in the bar while she made
the arrangements. An hour later she phoned down to the bar. "I called her and
she's waiting in our suite. I'll get another room and see you in the morning."
Then the telephone clicked down.

His pulse raced as he took the lift to the suite. He unlocked the door and found
a woman draped over a chair, wearing a trench coat and holding a champagne
glass.

"Hello there, handsome. Come on in and we'll talk business." He closed the door
and sat in the chair opposite her.

"What kind of service were you looking for? I don't come cheap, but I guarantee
satisfaction."

He thought it over. "I have quite an appetite and I like what I see. What do you
charge for the whole night?"

She quoted a price and he promised to double it if she left him satisfied. She
agreed and stood up. Taking off her coat, she turned from businesswoman to
seductress. She was wearing a tight little purple top whose two buttons were
stretched to bursting by her large breasts enclosed in a scarlet bra which he
could see through the gaps.

She had on a tiny black leather skirt under which she wore black stockings, held
up by black suspenders, clearly visible under the skirt. On her feet she wore
short patent boots with ridiculously high heels. She slinked across to the
sideboard and poured him a glass of champagne, then slinked back and handed it
to him.

She raised one foot onto the seat beside him, allowing him to run his hand up
her leg. She began to gyrate her hips slowly and provocatively, fixing his eyes
with hers and pouting seductively. He let his hands run up her stocking, across
the naked band of her thighs, across the scarlet strip of fabric through which
he could feel her heat, and down the other leg.

"Very nice," he thought aloud.

She replaced her foot on the floor and slowly undid the buttons of her little
top and slipped it off. She began to twist and wave her body for him, bending
forwards and letting her scarlet covered breasts come very close to his face.
Then she would turn away and bend down to let him see the tiny red panties above
her stockings. She circled her hips as she unzipped her short leather skirt and
dropped it to the floor.

She moved towards him and sat astride his leg, grinding herself on him as she
began to undo his tie and shirt. She took his glass from him and put in down on
the table, then rose and pulled him to his feet and carried on undressing him
and running her hands over his body. She sat him back in his chair and knelt in
front of him. She kissed his chest, playing with his nipples and running her red
nails over his skin.

She worked her way down his body and settled her mouth over his cock. The
skilled touch of her hands and lips brought him high, then let him subside again
several times. Sensing the need to let him rest again, she rose and crossed to
the chair opposite him. She began to run her hands over her breasts, tweaking
her nipples through the scarlet fabric. She ran one hand over the fabric of her
pants, then slid it down inside to finger her pussy. After watching for a little
while, he crossed to join her, reaching directly between her breasts to unfasten
the front of her bra. He spent a little while sucking her nipples deep into his
mouth before directing his attention to what her fingers were doing.

He undid the tied sides of her pants and she raised her bottom to let him pull
them through. He lifted her hand away so that he could look at her pussy for a
moment, before he replaced her hand with his and began to rub and probe what he
had bought.

She slid down the chair and pulled her feet onto the seat. He raised himself on
his knees and played the head of his cock over her lips before pushing firmly
into her. With his hands on her black-stockinged thighs, he began to thrust
rhythmically into her. After a dozen thrusts he pulled out and she deftly turned
round and leaned over the seat of the chair, presenting her pussy fully open for
him. He entered her again, holding the black suspender belt around her waist and
pulling her back onto him.

Keen to explore her from a variety of positions, he would power into her, then
stop and let her move. She stood up with her foot on a low table and he came at
her from behind. He lay on the bed and she climbed aboard to ride him
energetically. Pausing once more to change position, he watched her move on to
all-fours and took up his position behind her. Pausing with his cock between her
lips he suggested a little hesitantly, "How do you feel about a little anal
adventure?"

Her matter-of-fact answer came back, "For a substantial adjustment to the fee."

He signalled his acceptance of her terms by pulling up his cock and playing it
around her arsehole. He reached over to the beside table and took from the
drawer a jar of lubricant. Slowly he smeared jelly around his cock, then dipped
his finger in again. He smeared the lubricant round her puckered arsehole,
dipping his finger in and out several times to lubricate her entrance. Holding
her hips, he pressed forwards into her hole, finding it tighter than he would
have expected from a professional girl. Deliciously tight. He savoured the tight
hold on his cock and began to move in her. She made tiny moaning noises which
suggested she was enjoying this particular part of the assignment. Strong
sensations overcame him and with a few intense strokes he came with a deep and
long orgasmic wave.

They slept where they fell and he woke in the early morning to see her emerge
from the bathroom. She came over to the bed and in a matter-of-fact way reminded
him he owed her quite a large sum of money. He reached into his wallet and
handed her double what she had asked for. She bent down and planted a small kiss
on his cheek.

"Next time you're in town, give me a call."

"You can count on that. You're very good at what you do," he told her. "So are
you." She pulled on her coat and left without a backward glance.

An hour later, he was lying in the bath when his wife appeared at the bedroom
door dressed as she had been at the opera the evening before.

"Well, how was your night with a professional?" she asked.

"It was pretty good," he admitted.

She began to undress, dropping her clothes where she stood. "I think you had
better tell me all about it." She climbed into the large tub and slid down
between his legs, leaning back against his rapidly rising cock. He told her all
about the assignation, savouring all the details as he fondled her breasts and
reached down to play with her pussy. He told his tale well and he fingered her
to orgasm as he reached the climax of his story.

He held her for a little while before they both got out of the water. Leading
her through to the bedroom he pulled her down with him onto the bed. He wrapped
her in his arms and reached down to stroke her buttocks. "How is your pretty
little bottom, my love?"

"It feels a little stretched, but it's a nice feeling," she told him. "I think
we ought to order some breakfast. I want to do a bit of shopping before we go
home. I've recently come into quite a handy sum of money."