Boredom to Blowjob Bliss with Rosie

“You know you’re paying for this?” I asked David.

It’s not that I liked reminding people I’m a GFE London escort, but he was paying for three hours with me for nothing.

We were in a hotel room, watching Legally Blonde. My head was on his lap, and his arm rested on my stomach.

“I know, but I’m just so bored,” he whined like a kid.

“Let’s do something, then,” I offered.

“Mmmm… I don’t know. I feel too bored to move.”

“I can do all the work if you want,” I turned around and looked at him.

“I do want, but,” he paused for a moment, avoiding my gaze, “You did all the work the last two times, and I know that’s what I’m paying for, but I feel like I should give back too, you know?”
“That’s sweet,” I laughed and added in a theatrical whisper, “The access to your cock is a pleasure in itself.”

“Then it’s all yours,” he laughed.

I reached for his belt and quickly unfastened it. I struggled a little, pulling his pants down, but he helped me by raising his hips. His member was still soft, but I knew it would not stay that way for long. Not on my watch.

My previous position was good enough to give him a blowjob comfortably, I just moved a little back. For now, I ignored his cock, aiming for his balls instead. I attacked them with my tongue, tasting the salty, rough surface and stretching the loose skin. He didn’t react, only slid a bit lower, giving me easier access. I knew he liked ballplay, he just didn’t want to be open about it. 

I made myself push my head down, I wasn’t a fan of deepthroating, but I knew he was. As an experienced London escort, I learned how to ignore my discomfort, and I started moaning, bobbing my head up and down. My hand was still playing with his balls, tugging and massaging them. Soon, his moans mixed with mine.

I believed what I said, I didn’t expect anything from him. Although, it looked like he still thought he owed me something. After a couple of minutes, he gently made me stop, I obliged, already having trouble breathing. 

“Maybe let’s just have sex, hm?” he asked, petting my cheek.

“Whatever you want,” I smiled at him. “If you want just a blowjob, you’ll get it, if you want something, let’s do something more.”

“That’s the part I don’t like,” he sighed, “It reminds me that I’m paying for you to be here.”

I grabbed the base of his member, slowly jacking him off. I didn’t want him to lose the erection.

“Is that a problem for you?” I asked, I was still curious after all.

“Hard to say,” he sighed, and wiped his face, “I liked it at first, but… I feel like there has to be something more somewhere. More meaning, substance. Not just sex.”

“Of course there is,” I agreed, “Although it’s not something you can pay for, you know?”

“Yes, of course,” he nodded, “Can I ask you something personal?”

I bit my lip, I was a professional London escort, private matters were supposed to remain just that – private.

“You can ask, I don’t promise I’ll answer,” I settled.

“Why did you choose this job?”

“I… I don’t know,” I laughed nervously, “I like it, I like the people I meet, the fact I’m not getting bored and obviously, money is not bad either.”

“Hm, so you like it?” he continued.

“Yes,” I smiled and looked him in the eyes.

“Ok then,” he simply stated.

“Ok as in “ok, you can suck my cock”? Or what?” I questioned, confused by his odd behaviour.

“You can, but only if you want,” he smiled at me too.

Of course, I wanted to give him a blowjob. What sane person can keep their face inches from a hard dick and not want this? 

I changed my position again and took his member in my mouth. I started sucking and moaning to make him more horny. It didn’t take him a long time to start enjoying himself. 

By now, his body had no secrets from me, I knew exactly how to suck him, where to lick and where to squeeze to make him come. He let me do anything I wanted, resting his head on a pillow and breathing heavily. Soon, my skilled tongue granted him yet another orgasm.