I was a professional escort for a couple of years now, which meant I was used to getting odd requests. That being said, nothing prepared me for this one. It wasn’t anything gross or disturbing, but it was just bizarre. Regardless of that, I agreed. Actually, the most I thought about it, the more I was into the idea. I didn’t know anything about the man who booked a meeting with me, it was thrilling in a way. Obviously, the company I worked checked him, I knew that I was safe, but I didn’t know how he looked, how old is he, or even his name. My whole conversation with him was brief, it lasted two minutes at most. His voice was manly and raspy, I was still shivering when I remembered it.
Unfortunately for my impatient nature, he booked for a week from now. That evening, when I was lying in my bed wide away, my hands slowly travelled in between my legs. I felt the warm wetness and started touching myself. My left hand quickly worked my clitoris, while my right was slowly fingering my pussy. Usually, I’d watch a porno or reminisce about my favourite clients, but today there was only one man on my mind. And it wasn’t even a man. All I could think of, actually, all I could hear, as clearly as if he were whispering it right in my ear, was his request.
“I want to take you in the dark.”
I vividly conjured up his voice, soaked with animal arousal and overwhelmingly dominant.
My own hot gasps mixed with his breath, manly and strong, still so vivid in my memory. I came, my eyes shut, my whole body tense and my pussy so wet it dripped onto my thighs.
The next six days will be a journey.
On the day of the meeting, I felt like a puny schoolgirl awaiting her first date. I tried to shake off this feeling, I was supposed to be a professional escort, not some scaredy-cat. This time, I didn’t bother with makeup — another good thing about this kinky idea. I dressed casually, this didn’t matter either. But I did put extra care in depilating my body and I took a long bath. Since he won’t be looking at me, I wanted my skin to feel smooth and smell great. I also made sure I’m ready for anal sex, my mysterious client requested that as well.
I got to the hotel with no problems, I’ve been there before. The key was waiting for me at the reception desk, and the lady handed it to me with a fake smile. She didn’t even try to hide it, her eyes were filled with judgement. Should I care? When choosing becoming a professional escort as my career, I knew that plenty of people will see me in a negative light. On some days, it can really bring me down, but in the end I like what I do, and I’m good at it. That’s all that should matter.
The agreement stated that he would show up at 7, and at that time the room was supposed to be completely dark. He told me would know which wall I’m supposed to stand in front off, and he was right. There was a set of handcuffs on the floor, I left them there for now. I still had ten minutes until his arrival, just enough time to take off my clothes, pull the blinds and curtains down and get to my spot. According to his fantasy, I was to stand there naked, my hands bound together in the front and both my holed ready for penetration. For safety, we set a safe word “light”. It was to be used only in an emergency, apart from that, he would rather not talk. He said he wants me to moan, but without any conversation. It was quite subdued, but kinky at the same time.
I took my time taking off my clothes, running a mental checklist in my head to make sure I remembered all the details. Outside, I was calm and composed, folding my clothes and gently laying them on a nearby chair, but inside I was barely containing myself. It was not often that I felt this enthusiastic about a client. Four minutes before time, I applied a healthy amount of lubricant to my arsehole. My pussy was already dripping wet, but it wasn’t enough for anal. After I was done, I used the remote to block all the sunlight coming into the room. Now, I could barely see my own hand. I put on the handcuffs and waited.
A couple of minutes later, I heard a gentle click of the door. I couldn’t hear any footsteps, the next sound was the rustling of a fabric, he was probably undressing. Nothing else, I started to believe it was just a spike of my imagination, and I was alone. Was it possible to be this quiet? Nevertheless, despite the complete darkness, I felt as if I was being watched. I swallowed nervously, and it was the only sound interrupting the silence.
It felt like forever, before I felt him. I didn’t hear him walk up to me, but I felt the heat of his skin nearby, giving me goosebumps. He didn’t move for a while, all my muscles were strained and waiting for a touch that never came. Instead, I felt his hard cock sliding inside me. I moaned and felt his fingers grasping my throat. He wasn’t choking me, but holding me in place. I thought he would finally touch me or anything, but he didn’t. He didn’t even give me time to adjust to his member, just started pounding me. It hurt, but in a good way.
After a few minutes, he switched to my arse. This time he also didn’t give me any break. One moment he was fucking my pussy, and suddenly, he was stretching my arsehole. He pushed on my lower back, making me bend more, and slapped my buttocks a couple of times. My throat hurt from moaning and screaming, but I was still going at it, my voice turning more and more raspy.
I already finished three times, but he was like a machine. Steady, fast tempo, and no breaks, even when he was switching the holes. My legs were shaking, and I could barely stand, he must’ve felt that because suddenly, he stopped. I felt his fingers, one in my pussy and one in my ass. His fingering method was similar to his fucking technique — fast and rough. This was just what I needed, and I soon finished again, swaying on my wobbly legs.
“Knees,” he grunted.
I got down on my knees, still shaking like a leaf.
I heard something wet flop on the floor beside me, but I didn’t have time to ponder on it. He yanked my head back by my hair and I heard him jerking off. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, even though in this darkness I didn’t know how I expected him to aim. He came all over my face and let go of me as soon as he was done.
A few minutes later, the light came back on. I was still in the same position, the sudden brightness made me blink and squint. I was alone. A used condom was lying on the floor next to me, and cum was dripping down my face. When I stood up, I felt the wetness on my thighs, he wasn’t the only person with a heavy finish.
A quick shower later and I felt fresh again. Both my holes still hurt a little, but it was a good pain. I couldn’t recall the last time I had so many orgasms. I checked the time, my shower couldn’t have been longer than fifteen minutes, which meant that he was fucking me for a little over an hour. That explained the soreness.
All I could do now is hope we’ll meet again.
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