My Juicy Oral Sex with Ben in His Hotel Room

Contrary to popular belief, professional escorts mostly enjoy their job, and I was among this majority. Today, I was meeting a new client in a hotel. It was always exciting to meet a new fellow, especially a discreet one like him. All I knew about him was his name — Ben. Armed with this knowledge and a sexy dress, I went to meet him. 

Meeting Ben: An Exciting Encounter

The hotel he booked was nice, although rather modest, it was good for an outcall in Kensington. The lift hummed quietly as I was fixing my hair and makeup in the small mirror on its wall. I almost stabbed my eye with the mascara brush as the lift abruptly stopped. “Floor five,” the robotic voice announced, and the door opened. I put on my best professional escort smile, and went on to look for his room.

Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me, “Excuse me, miss.”

I turned around, the man who stopped me was tall and built like a professional athlete. I found myself staring at his bicep stretching out the tight tee.
“I believe you’re looking for me,” he continued and smiled, shining his perfect white teeth.

“I hope so,” I laughed, “Are you Ben?”
“In the flesh, dear April.” he offered me his arm, “Humour me?”

The Build-up to Oral Sex

I took his arm and he led me to his room. We chatted on the way about the hotel’s complicated layout, clearly we both wanted to relax.

Once inside, he offered me to sit and got us each a soda from the mini fridge. Then, he sat opposite of me, nervously playing with the can.

“I’m guessing it’s your first time with a professional escort,” I remarked, stopping the uncomfortable silence.

“Is it that obvious?”
“Do you want me to be nice or honest?” I retorted.
We both laughed, breaking the first ice. It was easier to chat after that, but I kept a keen eye on the clock.

Fifteen minutes later, I decided that I should make the first move. I walked up to him and sat on his lap, he instinctively grabbed my ass cheeks, bringing me closer. We kissed, first gently, then passionately, our tongues dancing and fighting for dominance. I wasn’t going to give up easily, and soon my determination helped me win and lead the kiss. I pulled away after a moment, my cheeks red and eyes glistering with lust. Ben quickly used this moment to unclip my bra, he wasn’t so shy any more. I laughed, but took it off, revealing my plump breasts. I gently pushed him down, making him lay down on the coach.

“So hasty,” he laughed, but let me take off his jeans.

“Would you rather slow down?” I offered sarcastically, stripping him.

He didn’t answer, helping me with his clothes instead.

An Intimate 69 Position

As soon as he was naked, I took off the rest of my clothes and kneeled before him. I started licking his limp cock like it was a candy cane.

“I have a better idea,” Ben interrupted me, “Let’s do sixty-nine, lie on top of me.”

Plenty of men enjoyed oral sex to women, so it didn’t surprise me. I smiled and did as he asked, kneeling with his head in between my thighs and leaning forward to suck him. I lowered my hips, giving him full access to my pussy. He licked my clitoris and entrance, before pushing his tongue inside me. When he started moving it in circles, I couldn’t help but moan. It’s been a long time since I did sixty-nine.

Meanwhile, I was sucking him and massaging his balls. His pubes were tickling my nose, but I didn’t care, still keeping his dick embedded deep in my throat. He was already getting hard, filling my mouth and almost choking me. I moaned, feeling him working up my pussy with never-ending enthusiasm.

After a moment, Ben got another brilliant idea and grabbed my thighs. Then, he raised my lower half up, and sat up, firmly holding me in the air. In this position, I could still suck him, although my movements were a little limited, but he could easily eat my pussy. I crossed my legs behind his head and held on to his hips for support. 

Exploring Pleasure Through Oral Sex

“Hold on, I want to try standing up,” he said, stopping his work for a moment.

I crossed my arms behind him, and he slowly stood up. He resumed tongue fucking my pussy, holding me upside down. This was my first time doing a standing 69 position, and I learnt that I loved it. He sped up his tongue movements and I gave in and came.

Then, he lay me down on the couch. I slid down a little, bending my neck over the edge.

“I want you to choke me with your cock,” I said and licked my lips.

I liked oral sex and his cock was so big and tasty, I wanted to feel it deep in my throat.

Ben looked down on me, his eyes darkened with desire. I started touching my boobs, making them appeal even more round than they were. To my surprise, he turned me over, not allowing me to touch myself.

He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock inside my mouth. The powerful thrust shook my whole body, making my buttocks jiggle. Ben definitely liked that and started fucking my throat with fast, deep moves. He slapped my arse cheek to see my reaction, and when I moaned, he slapped me again. To my disappointment, he pulled out and stepped away.

“Lift your legs over your head,” he ordered, smiling mysteriously. 

He had to help me a little, but I managed to get into the position he wanted. He stood over me, with his back turned, and slowly lowered himself, finally penetrating my dripping pussy. The feeling was overwhelming, my tight cervix wrapped tightly around his shaft, pressing from each side and pushing him out. He groaned, and clenched his jaw, before pile driving me, his hands harshly grasping my red arse cheeks. My moans got so loud I was afraid of losing my voice, but the sensations were worth the risk. His balls were pounding against my clitoris with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” I breathed out in between my moans.

He sped up again, and when I came, strangling his cock, he pulled out. He didn’t waste any second, pulling her legs down to enter me again. My pussy was still pulsating and tightening when he forced his shaft inside. He once again began fucking me at a fast pace. For a moment, the only noise in the room was the wet sound of my pussy getting pounded and their sweaty bodies clapping against each other. I wasn’t even moaning any more, only breathing heavily, just like him. 

I couldn’t remember the last time I was so tired, and my orgasm seemed to be never-ending, rummaging through my body and making me more and more dizzy. Desperate, I wrapped my legs around Ben, making him slow down, but he either interpreted me wrong or didn’t plan on easing up. He picked me up and kissed me, making me let out a quiet whimper into his mouth. Our tongues intertwined in a dance filled with passion and lust, but this time I was too exhausted to even try to dominate him. I pulled away first, having trouble breathing, to which he only laughed and carried me a couple of steps over to the wall. It felt bizarre, getting carried and penetrated at the same time, but it was undoubtedly pleasant.

He pushed me against the wall, determined to make me come again, and started rocking his hips. His moves got more chaotic, the closer to his own culmination point. He looked down, admiring my boobs jumping up and down, and that’s what finally helped him cum. As soon as he finished, he put me down.