Sometimes, working as a London escort can be rewarding, most of the time actually pleasurable, but on some days you just want to rest. Unfortunately, that was one of these days. I spend all late-morning and afternoon on my couch eating junk comfort food and mindlessly clicking through the TV channels. I wasn’t planning on working at all that day, I simply wasn’t feeling up for working. At 9 pm, I received a call from the office, begging me to come in, or rather go out. I refused two times, before the mysterious gentlemen decided to raise the price. The money won, and soon I was discussing the argument with my new client. He asked specifically for me, which I’d normally say was a red flag, but despite his persistence I agreed. Later that night, he explained to me that he chose me since I looked similar to his ex. He also had a bad day and my job was to make him feel better.
I gave my all into the kiss, desperately trying to dominate it. He didn’t want to let go of control so easily, but when I placed my hand on his groin and squeezed, he gave in. I stopped the kiss soon after, breathing heavily. Immediately, I reached down to his trousers, not wanting to waste any time. I lay down in between his legs and kissed the tip of his limp cock, teasing him. He held in his breath, as I slowly opened my mouth and took inside the whole length of his member. I started sucking and licking, trying my best to make him hard. Then, I grabbed the base of his shaft and pulled down the foreskin. I started kissing the exposed head, making him moan quietly. This way, he finally got hard. Once I saw his cock in its full glory, I immediately wished for him to creampie me, even though it was against my rules.
He clearly enjoyed the feeling of my skilled tongue playing with his dick, but as soon as he was ready, I pulled away from him. He knew I wanted to be the one on top, but that didn’t mean he would let me dominate. Then, he quickly slid his hand under my skirt and ripped off my panties. He put on a condom, although I could see that he really wanted to go without it and creampie my eager hole. I gasped, seeing that, and opened my legs further. Typically, as a London escort I would prefer to dominate, but that little change suited me. He entered my pussy with one fast thrust, and I moaned, feeling his cock filling me and pushing against the walls of my cervix. I swung my legs around him, bringing him even closer. He started fucking me as fast as he could. His balls were pounding against my asshole with each thrust, giving me additional sensations and making my moans grow even louder. Then, he ripped open my shirt and grabbed my breasts, massaging them harshly. Suddenly, he stopped with the tip of his cock touching my entrance, but not going inside.
“Tell me, honestly, do you want me?” he asked me, leaning in so close I could feel his breath on my face.
My eyebrows furrowed and I burst out laughing.
“Are you serious?” I asked, once I calmed down, “Would I be moaning so loud, straining my poor vocal cords for just about anyone?”
“So, um, would you choose me?” he asked, blushing.
“Hell, yes,” I smiled and shook my head, “Stop being so hard on yourself.”
He smiled and resumed fucking me. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were their heavy breaths, wet sounds of my pussy and the creaking of the bed, until he stopped again.
“What about a rating? Where would I land on a scale?” he asked me, biting his lower lip.
“If you stop again, on a minus one.” I hissed.
He sighed, but once again resumed rocking his hips. His little breaks had set us both back a little, but hopefully, he will fix it in not time. I didn’t want to wait for him to come to his senses and fuck me properly, instead I pulled him off, and sat on top of him.
I guided his dick inside my pussy, and started moving at a fast pace. Soon, I could feel him pulsating inside me, and it made me tighten from ecstasy again. He moaned and clenched his hands.
“I think, I…” he started awkwardly and gulped.
“Me too.” I said and laughed shortly.
I leaned forward, resting my hands on his chest, and slowed down. Each time his cock slid deep inside me again, a spasm was going through my body. He placed his hands at my hips and I sped up a little, making us both moan like crazy. His balls were pressing onto my asshole, which was helping both of us.
He cummed first, and I could almost feel him spilling his seed inside my pussy, despite the condom painfully separating us. It wasn’t a creampie, but the high quality protection delivered, and I felt almost as good. Once I felt his warm sperm, I couldn’t control myself any longer and came too. I felt him still squirting more of his load inside me and slowed my pace, prolonging these sweet moments. Finally, we were both done, but still shaking in pleasure from our orgasms. Like I said, sometimes working as a London escort can be rewarding.
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