Today, my favourite client called for me again. At least today, he wanted a casual dinner date instead of some weird fantasy. After the last few escapades, honestly done with his bizarre ideas. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy them, but a little vanilla never hurt anyone, I get so little of it being a professional escort. He told me to meet him at the hotel lobby for dessert… He literally did say that. Not for drinks, cocktails, but for dessert. In fact, what he said was, “I’m craving ice cream, you too?”. That’s how David was – unpredictable and absolutely endearing.
I arrived at the hotel restaurant around 15 minutes too early, but he was already waiting. I smiled and headed towards his table. As I approached him, he stood up and swung the chair out for me.
“Hello beautiful, I missed you,” he said as I got closer.
I hugged him and gave him a kiss and a small, quick peck just for good measure.
“I missed you too, but you probably already know this,” I laughed and sat down.
He moved the chair back and gently brushed my hair.
“I like it when you leave it loose like this,” he complimented, taking a singular curl and twirling it.
“I know I did it for you,” I answered in a cocky manner, “Is there any reason you are still standing?”
“Hmm,” he murmured, and added louder, “Actually I think I timed it wrong, so maybe I should sit down.”
He was mysterious. And he still didn’t take his seat.
“What are you talking a-” I stopped mid-sentence as he placed a bowl full of ice cream in front of me.
I laughed and looked at him, surprised.
“I was hoping I can time it so I would give it to you as you sit down, but, well worked in the end,” he explained and finally sat down, placing his own dessert on the table and his hand on top of mine.
I kept looking at him, stunned by this little show.
“I hope you like the start of our date,” he smiled, playing with my fingers.
“A date? I wasn’t aware this is a date, I’d wear something better,” I teased him.
The dress I was wearing was actually a gift from him, that’s why I made the comment, and I knew he would remember that. It was modest, yet sexy, perfect for a dinner date or whatever this was.
“Oh come on, that was below the belt,” he retorted, but he was smiling too.
“Was not!” I giggled, “Below the belt is where we will end up after the date.”
“Wow, you are feisty today. I like it,” I earned another flash of his white teeth.
We started eating, and I noticed that he ordered my favourite flavours of ice cream. Apparently, he really listens to what I’m saying, that was a nice change of things for someone working as a professional escort. I was stealing glances at him until he caught me. He winked at me and discreetly opened his jacket to show me a can of whipping cream, he was hiding in the inside pocket. I raised my eyebrows, he will never cease to amaze me. “I appreciate the flavour choice,” I said slowly, “I could use some whipping cream, though.”
“Oh no, that’s for later,” he smiled widely.
Apparently, I discovered his secret plan. I shook my head, but smiled back. I love oral sex with him, and it looked like we’re heading this way.
I finished eating first and started teasing him with my leg under the table.
“Come on, we’ve been here for ages,” I whined, when I saw he was playing with his food to prolong it on purpose.
“We still have a good 20 minutes left, that’s plenty of time to make you orgasm,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
I rolled my eyes and waited patiently. A few minutes later he finally got up and outstretched his arm to me.
“My lady,” he joked, waiting for me to accept his hand.
I took his hand and let him help me stand up and take me to the lift. Once the door closed behind us, he forgot all about his gentlemanly behaviour and kissed me with animal passion.
We barely made it to his room, by the time we were in the bedroom my lips hurt from kissing and my body was on fire only he could put out. He quickly undressed me and made me lay down on the bed.
“Yes, fuck me,” I moaned, opening my legs to him.
“Not yet,” he shook his head.
Then, he took off his clothes and grabbed the whipping cream. He sprayed it on my breasts and started licking it off, his hot tongue dancing on my skin and making me crazy. My moans grew louder as he started heading lower. He stopped before he reached my pussy and used the whipping cream again. It felt weird when the sweet treat landed on my labia and started melting from the heat.
When his mouth closed around her swollen clitoris, I grabbed the sheets and screamed his name. I felt so good I forgot all about me being a professional escort and him being my client, all that mattered was the hot lips kissing and sucking the cream off my pussy. David liked me being loud, almost as much as he liked oral sex. It was a win-win situation. He was alternately licking my entrance and sucking on my clit, making my moan so loud it echoed in the room. Then, he pushed his tongue a little deeper, moving it around in small circles.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I screamed, pulling him closer with my legs.
He started tongue fucking me, his face got red from lack of air, but it didn’t stop him even for a moment. My entire body was shaking, I was already coming, despite my best efforts.
I looked at the clock, six minutes passed since I checked the time in the lift. He wasn’t kidding, he had plenty of time to make me orgasm.
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