He called from his hotel room. At first he wanted me to come over to “play”. After I explained this was a phone service I was surprised he wanted to talk-usually they call an escort.

We started off with a fantasy-I cross dressed him and whored him out to big black men with big cocks. (In Erectionland it seems all black men have at least a 10″ inch cock.) He started moaning that he wanted to be fucked. He needed something in his ass immediately. I asked if he had any toys-he didn’t. But he decided to improvise-”there’s a little shampoo bottle in the bathroom, let me go get it.”

(I told my husband this story. At the mention of the shampoo he started singing-”See that shampoo bottle-now stick it up my ass.” An old Adam Sandler song.)

Before I could say anything he had put the phone down. I like my callers to have a good time but I don’t want them to harm themselves. So when he came back on the line I started to tell him to be careful.

Too late. He had licked the bottle and was already shoving it up his ass. He moaned that if felt good. I cautioned him not to let go, lest if get stuck up inside.

We continued with his fantasy-a black cock rammed down his throat while another pounded his ass. All seemed well. But then he started complaining the shampoo bottle wasn’t big enough-he needed something bigger to satisfy him. He asked me what to use. As I was racking my brain to think of something-I wish he just had a dildo!-he said he’d use the remote control.

The what?! That’s right, the hotel remote control. One of the items house cleaning probably doesn’t clean each time. Plus, a remote control is wide an doesn’t taper down-how could he possibly get it up his rectum?

I started to say as much as he asked me what to use as lube. Mind you, a lot of my clients say they’re doing something and are in fact not. I figured this was probably the case with this guy. So I told him to use the shampoo inside the bottle. What the hell-he wasn’t really doing it right. Right?

There were noises as he moved around. Then the grunting started. Straining moans and guttural grunts like he was forcing something.

Then he panted “it’s-so-wide”. His voice was strained and that’s when I knew he was Actually Doing It. Putting the hotel remote up his ass. The volume on the TV suddenly turned up and kept turning up. I asked if he was ok. “Must have clenched on the volume button.”

If I had guessed he was really going to do it I would have told him to put a condom on the thing. But then again he didn’t have lube, he probably didn’t have a condom either.

In the fantasy more black men (with even bigger cocks) came into the room. He was passed around, the whore to all. They fucked his mouth and ass but didn’t cum-that was saved for last. They circled around him and came on his body-covering him in their sperm. He rubbed all of their jism in and came himself.

Back in the hotel room he came, thanked me and promised to call again. He hung up before I could tell him to wash the remote control. He enjoyed himself which is good but come on-other people are going to grab his make shift dildo to watch tv.

I’m going on a ski trip soon and will be staying in a hotel. Dare I touch the remote? Where has it been? For that matter, where have any of the items in a hotel been?

Perhaps it’s better not to think about it. That or bring a couple cans of Lysol.

Posted by Vixen in PSO Confessions