I don’t even know how to say this without sounding vulgar or straight up stupid. I’m not a prude, quite the opposite, but I do get shy talking about sex and things like this. When I first read the offer from a new client, I blushed. My heart started fluttering, like a little bird trying to get out of its cage. I got excited and immediately accepted, but then, when my friend whom I work with asked me about my next appointment, I froze. She kept on prying, getting more and more interested after every shake of my head. I’m a professional escort, I shouldn’t be ashamed of talking about sexual practices, but the words simply couldn’t leave my throat.
“Oral,” I whispered, after more of her nagging.
“That’s it?” she laughed, looking at me like I’ve just fallen from the sky in front of her eyes.
I showed her the full request, blushing and looking everywhere but at her.
“Wow, you’re in for a treat,” she commented, “I’m jealous, girl!”
I tried smiling back, I thought it would be great too, but I started regretting my choice. Maybe I shouldn’t have accepted it? This man probably would have more fun with a more straight-forward girl, or a real fiery dominatrix. But it was too late, the meeting was in one hour. I dressed up, put on some light makeup and headed to the hotel. My hands kept shaking, and I could feel my cheeks getting warm, even though the foundation concealed the actual blush.
The new client was already at the hotel bar, and he waved to me.
“Hey,” I said, nervously putting a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Hello,” he greeted me and swung out a chair for me.
I sat beside him, still playing with my shaking hands.
“Why are you so nervous?” he asked, looking amused.
“It’s just… I’ve never,” I swallowed and bit my lower lip, “I’m not really a dominant type.”
“Perhaps you’ll like it, once you try it,” he shrugged, handing me the drink menu.
“Maybe, it does sound intriguing,” I smiled and took the card from him.
I started to feel a little more confident in his presence. Despite the fact, he was nearly twice my size, and he looked like he could snap me in half with no effort, he had a comforting aura around him. We chatted a little, sipping our drinks, and then we went upstairs to his hotel room. As soon as the door closed behind me, I suddenly became awkward again.
“Are you alright?” he asked, looking at me carefully.
“Yes, just…” I said quickly and looked down before finishing, “I’m excited and scared at the same time.”
I can’t be a dominatrix, but how do I say it now? He laughed and placed his hands on my waists. He pulled me closer to him, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Then, he leaned forward and kissed me. My body reacted on its own accord, pushing away all the doubts I had. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue gently slip inside and intertwine with mine. I moaned, easing into his touch and finally letting go of my restraints.
“Shower first?” he asked, when we parted.
I nodded, and he picked me up and carried me bridal style to the bathroom, despite my yelps and protests.
He started undressing first, but I quickly followed in his footsteps. Seeing his bare, muscled chest worked like an aphrodisiac for me. I was no longer scared, or insecure, only lustful.
We took a shower together, he insisted on washing my body and did it so tenderly and sensually, I was moaning from pleasure. I wanted to touch him too, but he declined, only letting me be the recipient. It was strange, as a professional escort, I should be the one giving.
We dried ourselves and went to the bedroom. He lay me down on the bed and sat beside me.
“You’re so perfect,” he said quietly, dragging a finger across my collarbone.
I didn’t know what to say, so I only smiled. At this moment, I had enough waiting and decided it was time to make his fantasies true. I pushed him, and he lay down next to me. Immediately, I sat on his hips, feeling his already hard cock in between my ass cheeks. I leaned forward and kissed him. He placed his hands on my hips, kissing me back. Our tongues danced, showing all the passion and lust we had for each other. We parted, both out of breath. I slowly moved forward, I was ready to do what he was asking for.
I squatted over his face, opening my legs as wide as I could, and held onto the bed frame in front of me. He once again grabbed my hips, gently instructing me to go lower.
“Are you sure about it?” I asked him.
“Yes, please,” he said quietly, looking at me with hunger in his eyes.
I wondered what kind of view I was presenting him in this position, and hoped it was a good one. Very slowly, I lowered myself, until I felt the tip of his tongue slipping inside my pussy. I moaned, but he pulled me to go even lower. I fully sat on his face, it was strange yet the best feeling in my life.
His tongue kept moving inside me, driving me crazy. I tried rocking my hips, but after a couple moves, I had to stop for a moment. This was way better than a simple oral sex, I could barely contain myself. I was breathing heavily and moaning, trying not to finish on the spot. I wanted to do something to make sure he comes too, but I couldn’t in this position. He sped up, making me tighten my grip on the poor bed frame. I screamed, feeling my pussy pulsating and tightening. His tongue was still eagerly moving inside me, not slowing down even for a second. Against my previous decision to be careful, I sped up as well, riding his tongue as hard as if it was a cock. At this moment, I didn’t care if I hurt him all or not, the only thing that in my mind was to prolong this orgasm, until I passed out from pleasure.
In the end, I didn’t pass out, but I got close. After a couple of minutes of riding his face, my pussy got numb from overwhelming pleasure and I fell, almost lifeless, beside him. Maybe I can be a dominatrix after all?
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