In the intricate realm of escort services, personal fantasies come to life. Today’s tale dives into a thrilling role-play between Ian and his escort. For a deeper understanding, explore our An Escort Guide for Beginners. Let’s enter their world of unbridled desire.
Today I was seeing one of my regular clients, Ian. His preferences are similar to mine, so we get along great. I knew for a fact, that he never used escort services before me, and it made me feel special. Usually, we meet once a week and at the end of each meeting he gives me instructions, and sometimes outfits for role play, for the next meeting. This time, I was supposed to be a cop, arresting and torturing him. I obliged happily, eager to dominate him again.
We met in the hotel room, since arresting someone in public wasn’t the best idea. I hid my sexy cop outfit under a long coat and took it off, right before knocking on the door. He responded quickly, and looked at me, pretending to be surprised.
“How can I help you, officer?” he asked, swallowing nervously.
“Quit it, you dirty man,” I spat and pulled out my fake pistol from my belt, “Let me in.”
He raised his hands up and took a few steps back. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. Then I hung my coat and brushed my hair, checking myself in the mirror. I felt like a boss, or a goddess, in his presence and I adored it. That’s why I love doing role play with him.
“Come on, we haven’t got all day,” I told him and gestured for him to go to the bedroom.
He obeyed, still holding his hands up.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, still aiming at him.
“What? Why?” he questioned.
I slapped him with my free hand.
“You have ten seconds!”
This time, he did as I said.
Once again, he listened to me and kneeled right next to the bed. Sometimes I think he uses escort services just because he loves fulfilling orders.
I took off my handcuffs and cuffed him to the metal frame of the bed. It was one of those high ones, making him kneel with his hands a few inches above his head, uncomfortably bent and almost blocking his sight. I walked up to him and pushed the handgun inside his mouth, using it to deepthroat him.
“You like it, don’t you?” I laughed and pulled away, “You’re so disgusting.”
Ian didn’t answer, but I wasn’t expecting it.
Because of today’s theme, I decided to give him a prostate massage. I knew he liked it, since we did anal a few times already. I put on a black surgical glove and lubed it up. His eyes widened seeing my preparations, but he didn’t say anything.
I didn’t want to wait any longer and slid the first finger inside him.
“Fuck, stop it,” he gasped and tried to pull away.
He didn’t really mean that, because he didn’t use his safe word. Nevertheless, I stopped. I walked to the pile of clothes he left on the floor and picked up his boxers. I smiled mischievously and packed it in his mouth to shut him up.
With a proper gag in place, I could resume fingering him. I could already fit three fingers inside and decided to speed up. Ian’s cock was hard and throbbing, but I wasn’t planning on touching it.
“Don’t you love it, loser?” I said, yanking on his hair with my free hand.
He muffled something back, so I yanked harder.
“Louder!” I ordered.
“I love it! I love it!” he yelled with almost perfect pronunciation despite the gag.
I stopped fingering him and took out a black dildo, stylized as a police truncheon. It wasn’t very big, at most four inches, but it was enough to give him a proper prostate massage. I started fucking him at a quick pace, enjoying his muffled whimpers.
“I doubt that little cock of yours is even capable of cumming,” I scoffed, slowing down for a moment.
He was already leaking pre-cum, and I knew that he was going to come soon. I wanted to tease him a little and prolong our role play session. I pulled the dildo and the gag out. Then, I grabbed him by his hair, bending his head back and pushed the wet, hot dildo inside his mouth. He didn’t even try to close it or bite, obediently letting me fuck his throat.
“You dirty man, you like to choke on cocks, hm?” I continued teasing.
I could see how aroused he was, and it was making me worked up too. Encouraged by his reactions, I pushed the dildo as deep as I could and pinched his nose shut. I waited a few moments and pulled away. Ian was desperately gasping for air, but I gagged him again.
I resumed fucking his ass, this time without any stops. He came quickly, spilling his seed on the floor and almost collapsing from pleasure. Why would he need any other escort services, if I can get him to this state in half an hour?
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