Meeting My Kinky Client for a Boob Job

As a curvy girl, I had tons of guys running after me. I barely just started my career as a professional escort, planning to do it as a side hustle apart from sex cams, but I was already one of the most popular girls at the agency. I was always bubbly, open to new experiences and confident. My clients always say that they meet me for my boobs but stay around for my brains. Furthermore, I had no shame admitting I’m a kinky little minx, but this work makes me more self-assured about my personality and intelligence. This side hustle quickly turned into a career choice, a good one at that; I’ve never been happier.

Today, I was meeting a new client. He was quite kinky, so I was excited about the meeting. Apart from sex and deep throating, he requested light fem dom and boob job. I hope he’ll live up to my expectations, if so, I’ll have a great evening.

We met in a hotel, I arrived first and waited for him in the room. When he finally joined me, we exchanged pleasantries and I asked him to take a shower first. He obliged, and a few minutes later came out of the bathroom, butt naked. I gestured for him to sit in a chair I placed in the middle of the room. He immediately listened; he was a good sub.

I started touching my legs, gently petting my thick things and round hips. Technically, I was still wearing a dress, but it was so tight it acted as the second layer of my skin. I was barely paying any attention to him, but I saw in the corner of my eye that he licked his lips. I undid the side zip and slid the dress down, exposing my bare chest. After touching my nipples a little, just enough to make them hard, I turned around and bent down, while taking off the dress completely. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and therefore I showed him everything I had to offer by doing so. His breath quickened, I slowly straightened up and turned around. 

“You like what you see?” I asked, grabbing my boobs and shaking them.

“Yes, my lady, you’re…” he started and blushed a little, “Perfect.”

“What about my titties? Tell me what do you want to do with them,” I continued, relishing in his compliments. The sole way he looked at me was better than all the money in the world.

“Can I touch them?” he asked shyly.

“You can do whatever you want, but first you have to say it.”

“I…” he hesitated and swallowed loudly, “I want to fuck your tits and cover them in my cum.”

There’s the promised boob job.

“Good boy, that’s what I wanted to hear,” I murmured, “But I want a taste of this cock first.”

I dropped to my knees and licked the head of his already hard member. I love giving blowjobs, and I was getting better and better at deep throats, hopefully he will think so as well. Even as a professional escort, I still didn’t feel secure about my skills.

I started making little circles around the tip with my tongue before kissing it passionately. What began as a peck, quickly devolved into a mess, wet embrace full of slurping and licking. Drool leaked down his shaft only to be sucked back up by her thirsty mouth, and just when I was about to swallow him whole, I pulled away. Now, I was confident I could deep throat him, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. I ignored his cock and took a moment to lick his balls instead. He moaned in response, so I continued sucking them. The tender skin seemed to melt under my tongue, and his cock twitched with every stroke of my tongue.

Finally, I got bored teasing him and took his member fully into my hot, wet mouth. He didn’t grab my head like I was expecting, instead he arched his back, moving to the edge of the chair and opening his legs further. I started bobbing my head up and down, going faster and then slowing down again. With every move, I was deep throating him, gagging on his cock. My saliva was dripping out of my mouth, but I was determined. I didn’t set any rhythm, I wanted to prolong this. My hands travelled on his ball sack, massaging and squeezing it. I felt his cock twitch and finally pulled away, my spit landing on my boobs.

“Do you want my tits now?” I asked him, licking my lips. I was eager to receive my promised boob job.

“Fuck yes,” he quickly agreed, straightening in his seat from excitement.

I went to the bed and lied down. It took some time to instruct him to get into a position I planned, but we made it. I was on my back, and he was kneeling above my stomach, with his dick in between my breasts that I was holding together. He spat on his cock, even though my chest was already drenched in my saliva, and then he started slowly moving.

“Do you like it?” I teased him.

“I love it,” he immediately responded, sending me a smile.

I shook my boobs, “Then, fuck them like you mean it.”

Encouraged by my words, he sped up. I kept holding my breasts and squeezing them a little from time to time as his wet cock rubbed in between them. When his breath quickened, I ordered him to stop.

“Now, move forward and stuff this cock right down my throat until you finish,” I slowly said, trying to keep my voice seductive.

He nodded eagerly and moved forward, packing his hard cock inside my mouth. Giving blow jobs is fun, but it’s nothing like having my throat fucked. He started moving, pounding my throat with fast, deep thrusts. I gagged a little, but didn’t signal him in any way that I wanted to take a break. I quickly regained composure, breathing through my nose, I had a professional escort reputation to uphold. His wet balls were pounding against my chin, but I tried to ignore it. After a while, he pulled away for a second, slapping his dick against my lips and tongue. Strings of spit stuck to it, making web-like lines in between them. He smeared them off and rubbed them onto my breasts, to which I smiled slightly.

After this little break, he started breeding my mouth again, going even faster. Spit, probably mixed with his pre-cum, started flowing out of the sides of my mouth. This finally made him lose control, and he came deep in my throat, pushing his crotch into my face. He pulled out and some of his seed spilled onto my chest. I rubbed all the spit and cum in my skin, moaning while I did that. He watched me with wide eyes; he’ll definitely come back.