I was doing another role-play escort session tonight, and I have to say this one was very strange. The customer wished for it to be a seduction story of a married man by his employee. The idea was that they got forced to share a hotel room. I kind of liked it. As long as we stay in character, this could be a great evening.
He was already waiting for me in the hotel room, we greeted, and started the role play. He offered to take a shower first and I agreed. I was wearing office attire, posing as a secretary, so after the shower I just stayed in the white skimpy under-shirt and laced panties. He avoided looking at me, murmuring something about a shower and quickly passing me in the small hallway.
When he returned, I was lying down, my back supported on the headboard, and applying some cream on my legs. I knew I looked good, and his stunned expression only confirmed it. The only light in the room was a little night lamp, which rays shone through my hair, giving me red highlights. He could see the smoothness of my skin, lit by the lamp and glistering. My top was revealing to begin with, but with each lounge forward, I was making to reach my ankles, it was showing him even more of my assets. He swallowed nervously and walked towards the bed, laying down as far from me as possible. He covered himself with a blanket, as if an additional layer would protect him from my allure.
I immediately noticed his awkwardness, I was a London roleplay escort after all. I finished putting on my lotion and looked over at my “boss”, biting my lower lip. He just lay there, stiff and straight, like he was in a coffin. He had crossed his arms over his chest, making his muscles even more visible. I found myself staring at the crease of his right bicep, tracing it with my gaze until it disappeared under the blanket.
“So… Um… Shall we go to sleep?” he asked awkwardly.
“It’s still early,” I shrugged, “And they did leave us this champagne.”
“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea,” he tried to oppose, but I only rolled my eyes.
I reached over him to grab the bottle, making him hold his breath.
“Everything all right?” I asked innocently, sitting back in my place.
His reaction didn’t go unnoticed, and I wanted to know what he would say about it.
“Yes, it’s fine, everything is fine,” he said quickly and cleared his throat.
I opened the champagne and poured it, giving one glass to him.
“To us,” I proposed a toast, “For another hard day of work!”
We clink our glasses and laugh. After we downed our drinks, I quickly refilled them.
“Fuck!” I groaned, when I accidentally spilled the drink on my chest.
Actually, the incident wasn’t part of the role play, but it worked great for him. He watched the little drops travelling along my collar bones and down, getting lost in between my breasts. My nipples were standing, and the champagne made my top see-through, he stared at me shamelessly.
“I… I…” he tried to say something, since I clearly noticed him checking me out.
“Looks like you have a little problem,” I murmured, pointing to his crotch.
He looked down, and his eyes widened in horror, seeing the tent he made underneath the blanket.
“Don’t worry, I have a little situation going on too,” I purred and threw the blanket off him.
“We shouldn’t, we can’t,” he tried to oppose, but I placed a finger on his lips, shushing him.
I sat on top of him, my pussy right over his cock. He was big, I could feel it even through our clothes. I placed my hand on his chest, and moaned quietly, feeling tensed muscles under my fingers. Then, I started slowly rocking my hips, enjoying the view of pure horror painted in his eyes. He was a good actor, I had to admit that. As a London escort girl, I did a lot of role plays, but it was the first time my client was so good at it. My hands were all over his body, tracing every bone and muscle, until I reached under his shirt and started taking it off.
“We really shouldn’t,” he opposed again, but his body was saying otherwise.
“Don’t you want to make this trip better for me?” I asked innocently, and added, while playing with his left nipple, “I can see that you do.”
“I’m married, I can’t have sex with you,” he said, but it didn’t sound too convincing.
Since he didn’t make any move to stop me, I continued riding him for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressing into my pussy but unable to get inside because of clothes. Finally, I decided I had enough and took off my shirt. I reached for his cock and grabbed it through his boxers. He winced and let out a quiet groan.
I reached down with my free hand and started slowly massaging my clitoris. He must have seen what I was doing and his breath quickened. I wondered how much of his reactions were role playing and how much was honest. I pulled his throbbing cock out and licked my lips, I wanted to suck him, but I was too horny to wait any longer before he takes me. He stopped opposing and put on a condom.
I reached for his dick and guided it inside me. Once the tip of his member touched my pussy, we both moaned in pleasure. The tension between us was so thick, we could cut it with a knife. I closed my eyes, and he took a deep, shaky breath.
“So good,” I whispered.
He tried to move, to push himself deeper inside me, but I stopped him. He was forced to stay with not even half of his cock inside.
“Stay like this,” I ordered, teasing him relentlessly.
I pulled his cock out and tapped it against my pussy, making a wet, sloppy sound that filled the air. Then, I packed it inside again, but still only a half. He groaned and winced in pain, so I decided he had enough of this torture. Very slowly, I lowered myself and let him fully inside. I could feel him pulsating, and it made me tighten from ecstasy. At that moment, I wasn’t a role-play escort, and he wasn’t a client. We were both just lovers, hungry for each other. He moaned and clenched his hands.
I leaned forward, resting my hands on his chest, and started slowly moving. Each time his cock slid deep inside me again, a spasm was going through my body. He placed his hands on my hips and I sped up, making us both moan like crazy.
We were both so close, it started to hurt. I sped up again, embracing my lust. He finished first, I could feel his seed spilling inside my pussy, despite the condom. Once I felt his warm cum, I couldn’t control myself any longer and came too. I felt him still squirting more of his load inside me. We stayed like this until our breaths calmed down. Like I suspected, it was a very good role play idea.
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