Carmel

It happened when I was in a Asian city on business about 4 weeks ago. I knew I’d be there for 7 nights so on the first evening I called an escort agency I saw in the phone book in my hotel room. I knew I was looking for a girl I could see again and perhaps hire for a whole evening later on in the week and I told the agency operator this. I hoped that they’d send me someone “good” but I didn’t really specify what good would be.

The girl they sent called herself Carmel. She was from an asian country but not the one I was in which means she was probably in the country on a tourist visa and should not be doing work of any kind.

She had the most beautiful face. How beautiful? Well during our time together that week I took a photo of her on my digital camera. After I had got it printed at a local photo shop, I placed it on my desk in the hotel and it happened to be next to a magazine with an advert from the national airline of her home country. Well, she was as beautiful if not more beautiful than the model in the advert.

The way she carried herself, the movements of her head, her hands and the way she walked, exuded intelligence, playfulness and sensuality. In truth, she could have lost a couple of pounds around her waist but you didn’t notice when you looked at her. All I saw was a head-turningly attractive girl that caught everyone’s attention when I went places with her.

On her first visit we made love twice. What I liked about her was how she responded to every touch and her need for often and generous kisses. Her full red lips were made for kissing. She later told me she didn’t come first time we made love but did the second time.

We only had an hour but we talked a lot. She was reluctant to tell me where she came from at first but I kind of worked it out from her accent (although she spoke good English) and her skin, hair and eye colour. She asked me about my stay and demanded to see me again. “Shit! Honey, I’ve got to see you again before you go”. We lay facing each other looking into each others eyes as I stroked her hair.

She told me she liked my nose, and my eyes and my lips. She told me I was handsome. She said she felt I had a good heart.

Of course, she may have been pampering my ego to drum up more business but if she was her act was superb.

I called the same agency the next night and asked them to send Carmel round again. I had thought about her a lot during work that day, and it caused me to have to hide an erection for most of the day.

As I was in this city for a while I didn’t think I’d go for the whole night just yet. I thought I would only want an hour. When she called and I went down to meet her in the hotel lobby and I changed my mind straight away. Her beauty cut me in two. I would have done anything to keep her with me all night.

When she called her agency they told her that all night was only six hours and was the client aware of this. She relayed this to me but I just shrugged my shoulders. Six hours, that would take us to 3am. I though that even for my voracious sexual appetite 6 hours would be enough.

She went to the bathroom and took her time preparing herself. So much so I was bursting when she eventually emerged. The love we made the first time as energetic and desperate. She seemed to want me as much as I needed her.

Afterwards we collapsed on the bed. We talked about ourselves. She told me she only started doing this a month ago and that she was going to go back home at the end of the week as her visa ran out. It would be easy to extend it but she’d had enough of the job. She had gone to University in her country and had a pretty good job but business went down hill and she was made redundant.

I asked her real name and she told straight out. No “we’re not meant to”s or “you mustn’t tell anyone”s. She just told me.

The previous night she told me she was 22 after I had guessed 20. She is actually 28. As she was rummaging in her handbag she left her passport on the bed so I playfully grabbed it and took a look. It also confirmed her story about only doing it for a month as the issue date was one month ago and it confirmed her real name. She was totally okay with me looking at it. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d felt she might freak out.

The thing about her is that she loves to be kissed on the lips, on the neck and on the breasts. The thing about me is that I love to kiss. The feel of her beautiful soft brown skin on my lips is something I could never tire of. Anyway we were soon ready to made love again.

She whispered to me “Let’s do it for a whole hour. Can you last that long?”

“I’ll try” is all I could say.

I didn’t make it for the whole hour. I think I lasted 45 minutes. But what a time. She used me as her sex toy. We fucked in every conceivable position. She screamed with delight “Honey, more, give me more, MORE!!”. She came about 6 or 7 times. It felt so good as I got my cock in so far that the head rubbed against her uterus. I’ve got an average size one but she asked me afterward how I managed to get it so deep, more than she ever had.

We slept for about an hour and then did it again. Not so long this time but still very nice. We discovered that our favourite position is with her on her back with her legs over her shoulders while I kneel on the bed, grab her round the thighs and pull her ass up against my thighs as my cock goes in. I think it hits her G-spot pretty well and sends her crazy.

I asked her if she was going to leave at 3.30 and if she would like to stay. She said she’d stay but would have to call in to her agency at 3.30 to say she had finished. We slept again. The alarm on her mobile phone went off at 3.30. She called in but then cuddled up to me and we both went back to sleep.

We woke at about 7am. I quickly went to clean my teeth. I wondered whether she would fuck me again now that we were off the clock. I lay down beside her and we started kissing and cuddling again. I was rock hard and as I stroked her pussy she was getting wetter and wetter. She grabbed my cock and guided it in. The only “problem” was that I wasn’t protected. We both knew there were no condoms left. I was mentally weighing the risks.

On the plus side:
• She had only been a WG for a month and always used a condom.
• She’d had a full set of tests before she came into the country a requirement the authorities place on legitimate agencies and brothels for all their girls.
• She was well educated and wouldn’t do this work in her own country as her family would kill her.
• She looked healthy and clean, meaning she didn’t look like a disease ridden, hard bitten, junkie street hooker.
• I was sure I was clean having had a full set of tests a few months before and have not put myself at risk since then so I would not be infecting her.
• Oh, and if sex with a condom is great, without it is fantastic. It just feels closer.
On the minus side:
• You cannot be sure. All those diseases could come your way. You could die.
• She could get pregnant.

Afterwards, I asked her why. She said she just needed to feel me inside her. She knew the risks. She knew she could get sick but she said it was her decision. She just needed me.

“If I get pregnant, you’ll just have to be a daddy again. I hope it’s a girl!” she said.

We showered and dressed. I told her we could get breakfast in my hotel before I went to work. Luckily I was staying in one of the large, 4-star, American hotel chains and the breakfast was good with a full choice of local, general euro-breakfast and full American breakfast. It was good going to breakfast with her. She was dressed like any other girl her age, not obviously a hooker. Did the guy who showed us to our table think she was my girl-friend or my wife? Did the coffee waitress know she was a hooker?

Afterward we went back to the room and fucked again. No condom. In fact we never did put any more business to Durex that week.

I had to go to work. She was going back to the hotel room she shared with two other girls to sleep.

My day was packed with meetings but in quiet periods between meeting my thoughts turned to Carmel. I had to see her again. I didn’t want her to be with other men. I wanted her for myself. I called her. I said I wanted to see her and that I wanted her to stay with me every night until I (and she) left the country. I told her I’d make up any lost earnings. (The agency took about 55% of her money anyway, and she had to pay for her hotel herself). She said she’d have to think about it but that I could buy her dinner that night and that she would tell the agency she was sick and couldn’t work.

Dinner was a dream. She was my girlfriend. She opened up about her hopes and fears, her plans for the future and why she was doing the job. I got the picture of a girl who thought coming to this city and doing this job would earn money for her family (although they thought she was working in a hotel) but that she may have some fun as well, and perhaps meet someone to love. But she never expected it to be a client.

Afterwards we went back to the hotel and made love continuously for what seemed like the whole night. After one particularly vigorous session where she had multiple orgasms she told me I fucked like Achilles, from the movie Troy, and that I had the eyes of a God. (Can I add Brad Pitt to my list of movie star look-alikes?)

She said she would stay with me every night but that she may have to see some clients. On the one hand business was slow, on the other hand many clients asked for her to come back. She couldn’t say how many times she may have to leave me.

We had breakfast together again before I left for work. How did she manage to look so beautiful in the morning after we’d had a maximum of 2 hours sleep?

I met her for lunch. We went to a sushi place with her two WG roommates. So there’s me with these 3 beauties in a restaurant. It was clear I was on show to her friends. They spoke their own language for some of the time. They were talking about me. Carmel told me they thought I was handsome. I struggled to keep my hands off her and I certainly struggled to drag myself back to work.

That night when I called her she was evasive about what time she could come and see me. I knew she was with/going to a client. Well, I’d planned to indulge myself in the evenings on this trip so I went to a pick-up bar. Low priced providers abounded and I took two of them back to my hotel room. Carmel called me whilst I was with them. It was about midnight.

“Honey, can I come round?”

“Yes, come round now!”

I still had two girls in my bed so I finished them off and sent them on their way before a quick shower.

When she arrived I asked her where she had been. She was evasive:
“In my hotel room, honey”

“You were with a client, yes?” I was being matter-of-fact about it.

“Well…” she smiled, “don’t think too much about this, honey. Don’t think too much”

I couldn’t resist. We fucked and fucked all night. No condoms. She said it was like we were on honeymoon.

We probably fell asleep at about 4am, woke at 7am, fucked again and went to breakfast. The hotel was getting used to us now.

The rest of the week was pretty much like this although I didn’t go to any more providers. One night she left me at about 11.30. She said she had to go for a parade with a client who wanted to choose. She would be back as she’d make sure he chose the other one.

Off she went. I expected the worse. He was bound to choose her, she is gorgeous. She was away for more than an hour. I couldn’t sleep and watched some rugby highlights on the TV. When she came back she said it was a long way. Her clothes came straight off and she dragged me into bed for another round of energetic screwing.

The last night was the worse. We’d had lunch together and then we went shopping. I bought her some clothes she wanted and a new mobile phone with a built in digital camera and with video capability.

I’d had to have dinner with colleagues but she called me at 10pm and I made my excuses and left. I got a taxi to pick her up and we went to my hotel. The whole week had been intense but there was a special intensity about how we made love that night. She said she had told her agency to call her only if there was no-one else to go to the client.

We drifted off to sleep at about 2am in each others’ arms. She got a call about 3am. She got dressed. I said, “You can’t leave me, it’s my last night”. She said she had to. She couldn’t let people down.

“What we have is a dream. Even though I am going home soon as well, I may need them again in the future. I love you James but I have to live in the real world, the one where I need money.”

Then she asked
“Do you want me to come back?”

“Yes I do”

She went.

In what seemed like less than an hour I heard a knock at the door. She came in. I had thought of all the things I could say, about how hurt I was and how little I must mean to her, but by the sad and hollow look on her face she knew that already. There were no words I needed to say. I put my arms around her and hugged her.

“What was he like?” I had to know something about where she had been.

“Nasty. I don’t like men like this. Lets sleep.” she said as she got undressed.

But as we lay there she rolled on top of me and started to kiss me. I was instantly erect and she forced my cock inside her. I think she wanted to wipe clean the experience of her last client by making love to me.

Next day I had check out of the hotel before I spent the morning finishing things off in the office. My flight wasn’t until 7pm so I met with Carmel. We had something to eat and then went to her hotel room. Her two roommates were given money to disappear and we made love for one last time. Afterwards, before I showered she used her new phone to video me naked.

We went outside and hailed a taxi. I kissed her one last time and got in. As it pulled away she stood there watching me leave.

Olympian bore

What is going on with the Olympic games? It is just such a bore these days. I don't know whether the growth of global competitions in other sports has diverted attention but they really seem to have failed to capture the imagination. The rugby world cup, the cricket world cup and the constant growth and slick marketing of football (soccer for any yanks reading) mean that for me the Olympics are a damp squib. Take cycling for example. Nothing that goes on in the Olympics cycling events this year or in any future Olympics will ever match the achievement of Lance Armstrong in this year's Tour, and you don't look to the Olympics to see who is the best cyclist in the world - you look at the Tour.

Had a text conversation with Carmel last night. It was very late where she is. She wrote she was crying and she missed me and she implored me to use a condom when I fuck. I think she may have been out with some guy and was feeling guilty or she fucked him and was left disappointed.

Its difficult for me to feel too jealous about this given the way we met. She even got out of my bed to go and fuck a client while I was with her! I guess I am emotionally hardened to the reality of her being with other men. I don't even know what I want anymore.

Her assessment of me is correct though. I need to fuck, its been over a month since I left her and I will pay to get some relief.

Where have I been....

So much has happened since my last entry. Most notably I went on a week long business trip to a major European city and fell in love with an Escort. The reason I was there was to deliver some training to the locals for the client I am working with.

I arrived in the city in time to watch England disappoint yet again and get dumped out of a major competition on penalties. I'd planned to sample the delights of the local "paid company" industry anyway but was definitely in need of consolation. At least when I score the there won't be any referee around to disallow it.

Its such a long story of passion and heartache that I can't tell it now. I am writing a full account for Jay to publish on his Blog. I chipped in with a comment on his site on the subject of crossing the boundaries of a normal escort-client relationship and moving into passion. He asked me to give me him an account to publish on his site. So when I'm done I'll publish it here as well.

Y is forgotten. Well not quite. In fact, I still can't take my eyes off her when I see her, but she's not around so much as her work at the client has pretty much finished.

But to be honest Carmel occupies my thoughts for much of the time when I am not working. I feel like throwing it all-in and going to live with her in her own country. Too many commitments here with the children I have to support. I cannot abandon them financially.

I really should keep the blog more up to date. Maybe using the email facility will help me. Even so I either been working, and its been a bit frantic, or shagging.

I visited another escort the other week though when I was back in London. Very pretty but I felt unhappy with her and was rude when I left. Her name is Ginger. Probably a bit harsh. I have been spoilt by my experience with Carmel. I guess I want every encounter to lead to that kind of passion.