Three sharp, yet firm knocks came on the door as Erilyn finished her last minute preparations in the bathroom. Light makeup impeccable, cleavage arranged for best effect in the teddy, soft music playing at the client's request. A swish with mouthwash, and she was ready.

It was a first meeting. No matter how many times she did this, there was always a bit of apprehension. Even the best of screening was imperfect, but even if the guy was safe and not a cop; there was always the possibility he would look and smell like Schrek, putting her skills -- especially suppression of gag reflex -- to the ultimate test.

She pushed these concerns into a corner of her mind, bringing her A-game to the fore. Each and every client was an opportunity for not just payment, but to exercise her carefully developed skills in a way that made her feel effective and powerful. She was still amazed sometimes at how she, at only 5'5" and 135 lbs, could turn an incredibly powerful man into Jello in mere seconds.

Taking three strides in her 4" pumps, she grasped the door handle and opened the door, stepping so that most of her body was behind it as she flashed a brilliant smile that would make the average man stammer in response.

But standing in the doorway was no average man. Oh, sure, Howard looked average enough; about forty, average height, slightly overweight and neither attractive nor unattractive. What gave it away was his eyes. Clear, blue and alert -- they saw and absorbed everything. She wouldn't be surprised if he could write an inventory of her incall from memory.

"Hi Erilyn!" he said affably. "Mind if I come in?" His attitude was very different from what she had expected from his eyes. She had expected something maybe a bit more commanding, even brusque. Instead, his voice and words were open, and inviting as though he were completely unguarded.

She almost stammered but caught herself in time. "Come in Howard, I've really looked forward to meeting you." She took his hand and led him inside; closing and locking the door behind them. "Please," she said with her practiced ease returning "take off your coat and get comfortable. You can lay your coat on that chair," she said while pointing with a graceful, feminine and perfectly manifured finger.

"Thank you," he said warmly. Then he took an envelope from his pocket and placed it on top of the television in the room. "Would you mind if I freshen up a bit?" he asked. Erilyn just smiled and again pointed the way with a graceful hand, to which Howard nodded and winked.

While Howard was in the bathroom, Erilyn counted the envelope and put it out of sight. There was a bit extra in there, which boded well.

The toilet flushed. The water stopped running. And Howard emerged from the bathroom wearing only boxer shorts. A bit of shock at the rubber ducky print must of registered on her face, as Howard responded with a wide grin "Well, you DID say I should make myself comfortable!" She couldn't help laughing, and she just loved a man who could make her laugh.

Though he was a tad overweight, she could tell from the definition in his musculature he was in good shape. His form was, in fact, rather pleasing. Too bad the rubber duckies ruined the effect. She walked toward him slowly, every movement perfectly timed for maximum visual impact. His eyes locked on hers and she could feel the heat she was generating in his body as she approached. The boxer shorts were starting to advance with a growing erection. Good. She had begun to think he might be gay.

When they were just an armspan apart, Howard seized the initiative to close the distance. Suddenly, he was all over her like a starving man at a banquet. He pulled her body tightly against his, breast to chest and groin grinding to groin with his right hand cupping her ass and the left on her shoulder blade. His breath against the nape of her neck sent a thrill down her spine and he whispered in his light baritone "I want you, Erilyn."

Man that is bad !  

I don't know what to make of this. I think I just grabbed a harlequin romance novel off my chick's desk.

Let me check my balls. Yep, still there.

" She was still amazed sometimes at how she, at only 5'5" and 135 lbs, could turn an incredibly powerful man into Jello in mere seconds. "

So modest.  Though maybe it's all in her imagination?

" as she flashed a brilliant smile that would make the average man stammer in response. "

Ditto.


" While Howard was in the bathroom, Erilyn counted the envelope and put it out of sight. There was a bit extra in there, which boded well. "

Well, naturally.

" he was all over her like a starving man at a banquet. "

Wow, now there's some great writing!  


"  he whispered in his light baritone "I want you, Erilyn."


His light baritone?  What the heck is that?

D-plus

While I wait for triple A to unlock my car I will add part II.....

Part II
Erilyn sinks to her knees and licks from the underside of his balls to the tip of his cock. 'uuuhhhmmmmmm, this is so noce and big' she murmured. 'I bet you can make it bigger..." he says. Erilyn opens her mouth wide slides her head down onto the throbbing cock, up and down, sweirling her tongue as spit begins to drip from the sides of her mouth. His balls become slippery and smooth.
She clenches his thighs almost toppling him over as she pulls the mass into her.......he looks in the mirror, her titties bouncing around and butt waving, and the urge to plunge into another wet place becomes overwhelming. He swings her around and plunges into her wet dripping vagina....take it bsbe'
Now her moans become words and she begins to tell him how she likes it.....

-- Modified on 1/27/2010 5:27:45 PM

At his words, somewhere in the back of Erilyn's mind, a muted alarm started to ring. Every time she started to bring it to the surface in order to understand what might be wrong, the alarm was submerged again in the light caresses from his lips contrasted with the strength of his arms.

"Submit to me, Erilyn" came his whispered baritone, and suddenly she was airborne as he cradled her in his arms and the primal need in his body expressed itself through his lips hungrily feeding on hers. Her eyes were closed as he laid her gently on the bed, his hands caressing softly while he showered her pulse points with light kisses at each stage of removing her teddy.

Body to body he lay atop her as her eyes fluttered open, gazing into Howard's. Locked in a soul gaze, it was like she could see herself as she appeared in his eyes. "You are so beautiful," he said. Then she allowed her eyes to close again as his hands caressed and molded to her every curve and light licks and kisses worked down her body until his left hand rested lightly on her mound of Venus and she could feel his hot breath on the lips of her pussy.

She heard him inhale deeply. "Mmmmmm" was all he said, and then she felt his tongue.

Slowly and lightly, the full flat of his tongue worked its way from bottom to top, stimulating those sensitive nerves of her outer pussy lips. And again. And again. And this time, as if to tease, his tongue only went halfway up. Then halfway again. And then the very lightest of touches, so light it might even be imagined, on the hood of her clit.  The routine repeated again and again, each time with a slightly firmer touch, but never too firm.

She could feel her wetness leaking just as Howard wet his fingers and inserted them into her pussy, slightly curled and pressing against her g-spot.
Her tension was building and his tongue was paying more attention to her clit which had emerged from under its hood. He would set his tongue flat against it and hold still while she moved against him, allowing her tension to build still further, while he used his thumb to lightly stroke her sensitive inner lips. Then, his tongue started moving again, in a light circle around the clit and hood followed by a light stroke across. Again and again, as his fingers pressed against her g-spot, his thumb lightly touched her inner lips and ... oh! ... now she felt him massaging her taint flesh with his other hand.

Her eyes were closed and her mind nearly blank of every thought but the one she uttered as she brought her legs together under Howard's relentless stimulation: "Don't .... stop!"

Howard didn't stop, but at some point, the world did as wave after wave released the sexual tension that had built. She could even feel her ass squeezing involuntarily. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she cried inarticulately as she became oversensitive and reached down with a hand to gently push Howard's head away.

But Howard was already in motion, and in one smooth motion flipped her over onto her tummy with her head facing the foot of the bed.

Alarm bells forgotten, her skin reveled in the long smooth strokes of Howard's hands as they moved down the long muscles of her back in tandem, separating at her rear and then pulling back along her sides in a classic Swedish efleurage. He repeated the motion until she was in a light trance barely thinking at all, her half formed thought being: "HE is paying ME?" And somewhere underneath, below the level of conscious thought, she knew something was off; but had lost the will to resist.

Mods -- you gotta CAN that shit. Pull it, or gag the poster. If it's a chick, she has no clients & is shitting out the board. If it's a dude, it's another mangina doing likewise. Nauseating shit!

Their smiles disappeared as they simultaneously turned toward the sound of furious knocking on the door. "Erilyn, I know you're in there with a guy. Open the fucking door right now!"

"Shit!" said Erilyn, "that's my ex-husband Bruce. I have a restraining order." She rushed for the phone to dial 9-1-1, but didn't make it before Bruce broke the door loose from the jam with a kick powered by barely restrained rage.

Entering the room, he noted Howard's and Erilyn's positions, then reached into the small of his back and pulled out a pistol. Howard and Erilyn froze.

"This is the LAST TIME you are ever going to fuck. Either of you."

Untrained in combat handgunning, Bruce raised the pistol over his head in preparation for lowering its sites onto his first target. That's when Howard made his move, taking two quick steps toward Bruce, he executed the Aikido immobilization technique ikkyo.

Catching Bruce's arm in two places, Howard whipped it around so forcefully that the pistol went flying and Bruce's entire body spun in place so that Howard had the arm stretched straight, pressure on the elbow, and the wrist painfully palm-up and bent.

Bruce had no choice but to follow Howard's lead to lie face down with his arm extended and in pain. Utterly immobilized. Howard applied some pressure and Bruce screamed.

"Okay, asshole. You are going to stay right there until the cops arrive. Your prints are on that gun over there. If you so much as wiggle I'm going to stomp your neck and the cops would give me a fucking medal," Howard said.

"Oh yeah?" Bruce said while gritting his teeth from the pain. "You're just a fucking mangina. You don't even have a dick. You can't do anything to a real man like me." Howard just bent the wrist a bit more and though Bruce didn't cry out, there were tears streaming down his face. Whether they were from pain or humiliation was impossible to tell.

Erilyn headed back toward the phone and then yelled. Howard turned to look, noticing that she had stepped on screw that had been broken loose when Bruce kicked in the door. But that moment of distraction, when Howard eased some of the pressure, was all Bruce needed to seize the initiative. Bruce rolled to the left toward where the gun was laying, pulling his right arm free from the distracted Howard.

When Howard looked back, Bruce was already on his knees preparing to stand. Knowing what would happen if Bruce ever reached that pistol; Howard didn't even hesitate in taking a step forward before executing a right instep kick right to the bottom of Bruce's chin, followed by a crushing elbow to the back of the neck.

Bruce didn't sink -- he collapsed, with his brain's connection to the body severed. Likely, he would not survive, but at this point he was certainly no longer a threat.

Howard went for the phone while Erilyn sat naked on the bed. After informing the authorities of the situation and hanging up, he turned back to Erilyn.

"Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" he said.

Erilyn smiled. "Nothing makes me hornier than a man who just saved my life. Let's FUCK!"

You have to have a sense of humor to spend time on TER's discussion boards - you obviously do and I think this is hilarious (even if the first two parts were unintentionally so *smile*).

Erilyn floated in a near dream-state for a while with the rhythm of Howard's hands, and then the tempo changed and he lay atop her, molding himself to her form, with his erect penis laying against her ass.

"Horny, are we?" she said. "Oh yeah." was his simple response. "Time to turn the tables" she thought to herself; rolling herself on top of him; she kissed him until he was breathless while slowly stroking his cock with her hand. Then she sat up between his legs, and started running her hands over his chest and abdomen, followed by draping her soft hair over his cock and then taking it into her mouth.

She gently massaged his balls while twirling her tongue around the head of his penis; then gently took each testicle into her mouth. His breathing was becoming more rapid, and his penis was flexing involuntarily to her slightest brush. Down she went, taking it all in, and then pulled back to just cover the head, working on the underside with her tongue while stroking the shaft with one hand and firmly massaging his prostate through the perineum with the other.

His breathing was rapid, his skin was flushed and he seemed incapable of speech. His pelvis strained upward in response to her ministrations and suddenly for him, though she knew it was coming, he exploded with an orgasm so intense his entire body shook.

"Oh Erilyn, Oh Erilyn" he exclaimed.

And that's when all the gears clicked into place. Her stage name was Ginger. Why in the fuck was he using her real name and how on earth would he know it?

What a bunch of drivel. A waste of ether.  

It's nice to see more activity on the board, but, puh-leeze!

Erilyn looked down on Howard, who was looking up at her with undisguised admiration combined with spent satisfaction.

She couldn't quite place him, but he had to know her from somewhere.  But where?

She narrowed her eyes. "Howard. Have we ever met before?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her with his blue eyes. "Sure."

"Where?" she asked.

"You mean, you have no idea who I am Erilyn?"

"No. But I obviously should." she said.

His smile grew broad. Sort of the shit-eating grin of a cat that ate a canary. "I admit it has been a while. The last time I saw you, you were six and I was eight. It was a family reunion. You are my father's sister's daughter. We're first cousins."

The horror dawned, and she knew two things.

First, she was going to fire that toothless idiot who was doing her screening.

Second, providing in West Virginia SUUUUUCKS!

The end.

I didn't read the entire "Howard Visits Erilyn" saga, ... : )

But, the ending is very humorous : )

~Grace : )

ps.  I just re-read the ending to the "Howard Visits Erilyn" ...  ... episode... : )

The joke isn't until the end of the reading... and.. the punchline to the joke is that people are first cousins?!  : )

~ Grace : )

Three sharp knocks as Howard rushed to get out of sight of the maid staring at him down the hallway.  Erilyn was finishing up in the bathroom.  A swish of mouthwash to cover the wine brought in by the previous guest.

It was a first meeting so she had no idea what Howard looked like.  Oh well, at least she had just had several glasses of wine.  At least her pictures were honest.  Howard was not too picky, but gets real upset at providers that use out-of date pictures…or photoshop.

Her car payment was due next week, so Howard was going to get some extra treatment.  He had sounded nice over the phone and said his business was doing well in spite of the recession.

She hid behind the door while opening it, not knowing why.  All the girls do the same she thought, and that’s the way she was trained.

Howard rushed in and said “that’s the same maid that stared at me last week.  I better stay away from this place for a while.

Erilyn did not speak, but thought to herself “Shit, that’s why she’s been peeking in the room every time I ask for extra towels.”  Good thing I have enough Platinum Points at the other chain.


*******


That is all I have time for today.  To be continued later…much later.

As you can see ... I'm not much of an erotica writer. Perhaps it would help if I weren't a near-virgin. LOL

Still, I just thought it would be funny to have all this build-up and stuff ... only to have a supremely anti-climactic finish.

Hey, I'm with Ally on this one, laughing my ass out loud over the mad-cap adventures of Howard and Erilyn!!!

Hiliarious, DT  Especially the part about hiding behind the door