man named Dick

A Man Named Dick (Part 2)

He moved closer to me and said, “You do make house calls don’t you, Tess?”

I grinned and said, “I sure do, Dick. For you, I will.”

So it was set…

I was making a “house call” as he so cleverly put it.  When it was time to leave for the day, Dick pulled me aside.

“Why don’t you just spend the weekend with me?”

I thought about it for a minute. I was off of “call” for the weekend. I had no other plans. He was a good kisser with an obvious dirty side. So I thought, what the hell…

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He smiled, “Good. Pack a bag and meet me over at my place around 8:00. We may be going out, so bring more than your nightie.” He snickered and winked at me.

“Where are we going?” I asked. I needed to know so I could prepare the perfect outfit.

He played coy with me, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe dinner. Maybe drinks. Maybe hell”

“Hell?” (What the hell does “hell” mean???)

He said, “Yes, Hell.  Disco Hell. You up for it?”

Disco Hell was a themed night a local bar/pub sponsored once a month. They played 70’s disco music and most people dressed for the occasion in their bell bottoms, and disco dresses. And I had the PERFECT ensemble already.

My answer to him, “Hell yes!”

I got home and packed accordingly. I brought a sexy black gown, heels, a couple of outfits and a sultry sundress and my outfit for Disco Hell. It was a micro mini in a Pucci print, with a plunging halter top and platform heels. I managed to sell my plans to my suspicious parents (I’d just moved back home) as a girl’s trip to Athens for the weekend, and I set off to Chez Dick.

He lived in the historic district of town, where many of the old houses had been converted into apartments. I assumed he lived in an apartment too, but he actually lived in a house. It was a bungalow style from the 1940’s, mostly renovated. It was small but very nice. He met me at the car and helped me carry my bags in.

He took my bags to his room and toured me around the house. We ended up in the kitchen where he fixed me a drink and we sat in there and talked for a while. The chemistry seemed to be fading and I wondered if I’d made the right decision to spend the weekend.

It was almost 10:00 and the drinks were making me sleepy.  Maybe I was bored, who knows.  Dick could tell I was losing interest and said, “Get dressed, let’s go out.”

I hesitated for a moment, but then I remembered it was Disco Hell and I had a fabulous outfit. I excused myself to the bathroom to touch up my makeup and came out to get my outfit, where I found Dick lying on the bed, completely naked.

“I don’t have anything to wear to Disco Hell.” he smirked.

I took his cue and stripped down right there, and said, “Neither do I.”

He stood up and walked over to me. We stood there admiring each other. His physique was lean and toned. I’d not realized how tall he was, as I was usually wearing some type of heels. Naked and barefoot, I felt small in his presence. He pulled my mouth towards his and kissed me…like he meant it. I almost lost my balance. To play it off, I stepped back and gracefully dropped to my knees.

I looked up at him and saw that boyish grin on his face. I thought to myself, ‘he has no idea who he has in his bedroom right now…I am about to blow his mind.’ And I focused on his hard cock facing me.

And holy shit….Dick had a huge one. He was originally from the Midwest and I’d heard those Nebraska, corn-fed boys were big-hanging, but I had no idea Dick was packing such a compromising package. No wonder he went by the name Dick. Sorry, I digress.  But damn.

I was swift in my work, taking the entire length of his shaft down my throat. I was determined not to gag, because I was a professional after all. I should be able to handle my liquor and my Dick. And as I concentrated on the task at hand, I felt his hands on the back of my head.

“Take it all, Tess. You horny girl. Take it all. You want me to fuck your mouth don’t you? Don’t answer that. I know you do. Keep sucking that huge cock.”

Had my mouth not already been wide-ass open, I would have probably sat there with my mouth wide-ass open in shock, hearing such dirty talk from Mr. Nice Guy, Dick.

He pushed himself in and out of my mouth until I was a slobbering mess.  The makeup I’d just applied was long gone. We went on like that for a while when he pulled me up from the floor and put me onto the bed.

“Damn, you are good. I knew you would be. You have a certain look about you, Tess. You do know what your are doing. Now I am going to show you a thing or two.”

(To be continued)

Dick-pt 2

A Man Named Dick (Part 1)

His name was Dick.

No, I am serious.  His real name was Richard, but he went by Dick. I met him in the summer of 1994. We worked together at the penis pump company (that’s enough for an entire post on its own…it was a legitimate medical company that sold erection devices.) Dick worked in technical support and I worked in customer service and if you will recall at that time,  I’d just begun my first “side hustle” as an escort.

And now that I write this, I find it ironic that both of my jobs involved sex.

Life was easy back then. My work schedule was 10:00 am-6:00 pm (the same as his) and I’d leave work, go home and get ready for any “calls” I had for the evening.  I stayed pretty busy and there was little time for dating anyone, but Dick was persistent.  Several times a week he would ask me out for dinner, a drink, coffee, a walk…anything.

So one night, I accepted. I decided to live a little. We went out to a downtown pub and had some drinks and appetizers. It was fun. He was a great guy. Blonde, blue-eyed, tall and lean. He was a runner and in excellent shape. And he was a good guy…squeaky clean. Not my type at all.  But still, the date was going well and I enjoyed spending time with him.

And then my pager began going off.  I muted it and carried on with the date. It went off again. And again. So I politely excused myself to the bathroom, found a pay phone (remember this was 1994) and called the boss, Gina.

“Where are you?” she asked. I could tell she was irritated.

“Sorry, I am on a date.” I replied.

She giggled. “Crap! I forget that you still date. Do you want to take a couple of calls for me tonight? These two have asked for you specifically.”

So I pondered it for a moment…two regulars would mean a lot of money. These two would tip well also. So I asked her to give me some time and I would make it happen.

I went back to the table and finished my drink. And made up an excuse to cut it short. Lucky for me, he bought it. We walked to my car and said, “I enjoyed this. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

I thought about it for a moment. Maybe I could pull it off…dating and working? So I smiled a devious grin, “I don’t know, Dick. What are we doing?”

He smiled, “Something fun. How about dinner and the comedy club?”

That would not work for me.  It would take way too much time. So I said, “Let’s save the club for another time, tomorrow is a work night.”  He agreed. And as I turned to get into my car, he laid a kiss on me that made my toes curl.  This clean-cut boy clearly had some skills.

So I went home, changed clothes, packed my bag of tricks and headed out for the first call.  It was Andy, one of my favorites.  We always had a great time together. He was the one who liked to fuck me in front of the mirror. That night was no exception. He paid for additional time and I almost forgot about my next call.  But I made it just in time.

The next regular was nothing to write home about. I loved the conversation, but the sex was mediocre. It seemed every time we saw each other, it was always mediocre. I think he wanted an escort more for the conversation than the sex. But he liked to tip.

The night was over and I was several hundred dollars richer. My thoughts reflected back to Dick. He had surprised me with that kiss. I wondered what he would be like in bed.

The next day arrived and work went by faster than usual. Before I knew it, the day was over and it was on to dinner with Dick. I’d told my “boss” Gina that I would not be available until after 9:00.

We ate at a small cafe on the river. It was nice. Romantic and charming. Dinner was delicious and the drinks were ever-flowing. I quickly found myself a bit tipsy.  He could see I was feeling good and suggested we take a walk along the river walk. We held hands and strolled about on the cobblestone path. I was thankful that I’d not worn my highest heels that night.

We approached an empty park along the way.  He quickly pushed me up against a tree and planted another one of those kisses on my unsuspecting lips. I could feel his desire. Actually, I could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing against my body.

“Tess, I want you right here, right now. I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you. You are so damn sexy.”

I was shocked. Crisp and clean Dick had a dirty side. I liked it. Soon after, my blouse was open and my bra was off. He teased my hard nipples with his tongue.

And just as I was about to drop to my knees and show him my dirty side, my pager went off. Three times in a row.

I looked at my watch. It was 9:30. I needed to go.

“I would love to take this further, but I need to go for now.”

He backed away, defeated. “Why? Who pages you all the time?”

Oh shit, I thought…not prepared for that question, especially after so many drinks.

“I can’t explain now, but I promise, I will tell you later.”

And just like Cinderella, I fled the scene, except I didn’t leave my shoe behind…I left my bra.

I made it to a phone and got the info for the night.  Luckily it turned out to be one call, an older gent. I would be in and out (no pun intended) and done for the evening.  And just like that…I was.

But I needed to come up with something to tell Dick at work the next day.  I thought about it as I drove home. What if I just took a couple of nights off? That way, I could put the pager down, without feeling like I was missing out. And I could focus time with him, maybe for two consecutive days. That should throw him off of my trail.

The next day at work, Dick approached me just as I was getting coffee.

Leaning against the water cooler, he inquired, “So Tess, where did you run off to last night?”

I tried to be dismissive in my response. “Well Dick, I had something to do. I am helping a friend out with some things.” I answered.

“What kind of friend?” he inquired. Peering straight through me and my bullshit.

“Her name is Gina. I’d forgotten that she needed me to look in on some of her elderly clients. She runs a home care business” Damn, that was quick! (And I came up with that gem, in the morning…before coffee?) I was quite proud of my lie.

He smiled and whispered in my ear, “I know what you do, Tess. And it’s okay. It makes me want you more.”

Then he walked away to his desk. And I stood there stunned.

I managed to avoid chatting with him until later that day when Dick sauntered over to my desk. “Where would you like to go tonight, Tessa?” he asked.

I smiled and said, “how about the comedy club?”

He smiled and said, “how about my house?”

I licked my lips and grinned, “Even better, Dick. Even better.”

He moved closer to me and said, “You do make house calls don’t you, Tess?”

I grinned and said, “I sure do, Dick. For you, I will.”

(To be continued)

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