My schedule for the weekend was full. When I became an escort girl in London, business was slow, but I didn’t give up. Now, I was collecting the fruits of my hard labour, I had so many regular clients I could barely have time to myself, not to mention squeeze in new gentlemen. Despite all that, I agreed to meet a new bloke on Monday evening. I usually have Mondays off, but he seemed so nice and was prepared to pay extra, so why not make an exception? We decided to meet at a Chelsea restaurant for this outcall, to have a pleasant dinner date beforehand. His plans for the rest of the evening were exciting to me, he wanted a rim job. It’s quite an uncommon request, but I’m great at all forms of oral sex, at least I strive to be. More practice is always welcome.
Seated at the table, I fumbled with the menu, my eyes darting between the dishes but not really registering the words. My mind was preoccupied with questions and uncertainties. What if I don’t like him? What if he doesn’t like me? The anticipation hung in the air like a delicate dance, and I couldn't shake the fluttering sensation in my stomach.
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted my thoughts, and I turned my attention towards the entrance. The waiter guided my new client to our table, and I felt a heat flush when our eyes met. His voice, smooth and friendly, reached me first, easing some of the tension that had built up. I managed a smile, fingers delicately smoothing the fabric of my dress beneath the table.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting,” he apologised after we exchanged pleasantries, “Traffic.”
“It’s all right, wasn’t that long,” I shrugged and smiled.
“Did you get a chance to get accustomed to the menu?” he asked, reaching for his copy.
We started talking about food, then life, then we gossiped a little about the posh couples that were at the restaurant. As we continued to converse, his laughter became a comforting melody, gradually dissolving the initial awkwardness. His stories painted vivid pictures, and I found myself drawn into the genuine enthusiasm he brought to our exchange. I was no longer scared of what awaited at the hotel. Honestly, the more I looked at him and talked with him, the more this rim job sounded promising.
As he laid me in the bed and kissed me, I forgot my name. There was only here and now, only hungry desire in the air. His rough, yet delicate fingers quickly undressed me, I don’t even remember lifting my hips to take off the underwear. I was the professional escort here, but he definitely was good at what he was doing, too.
I didn’t let him dominate for long, I was the active one tonight. He wanted a good rimming, and that’s what he shall get.
I got rid of his clothes in a slower and less elegant manner than him, but he didn’t seem to mind. After I was done, I kissed him again, lying naked atop of him. Full skin to skin contact felt incredible, he had to feel it too. I left his lips and travelled lower with my kisses. I stopped for a moment when I reached his cock, but I ignored it. It was still limp, besides that’s not the kind of oral sex we were doing now. I lay in between his legs and made him spread them for me.
At first the weird, numbing taste made me slow down a bit and spit, but after a moment I grew used to it. Actually, it didn’t even taste bad, despite the sweat and everything. It had a nice hint of sweetness, that I concentrated on. After a few strokes of my tongue, it was no longer waxy and numbing. The taste was very peculiar and I doubted I would ever grow to like it but I definitely liked rimming in general. I gently pushed my tongue inside, plunging it deep into the tight ring of muscles that seemed to melt under my touch. His cock was hard now, so I started jerking him off with my free hand.
After a couple of minutes, my tongue felt stiff and started hurting from straining, but instead of stopping, I sped up. I was determined to give him the rim job of his life.
After a couple of minutes, my tongue felt stiff and started hurting from straining, but instead of stopping, I sped up. I was determined to give him the rim job of his life.
“We can take a break if you want,” I heard his hoarse voice.
“No, no, I want to please you,” I opposed, stopping for a moment.
“We can do something else for a while,” he said and pulled away, “To be honest, I’m getting close, and I don’t want to come yet.”
“Fine,” I nodded, hesitantly agreeing. I hoped it’s not going to affect my impeccable professional escort rating.
He pulled me up and kissed me passionately. I gave into the pleasure, moaning softly into his lips. I still wanted to give him the perfect rim job, but a little break can’t hurt.
Our kiss was prolonging, our tongues tangled together like lovers in a dance. He pushed me to lie down, hovering above me. I felt his hard cock poking into my clitoris and thrust my hips forward. In a blink, he understood my intention and started moving his hips. Our position wasn’t perfect, his member was just brushing again my pubic mound, while his balls were hitting my wet pussy time after time. Despite that, it was enough for me, and apparently for him as well.
He stopped the kiss and we calmed our breaths. Then, he started kissing my neck, making me lose all the control that as a professional escort I thought I had.
“I… I’m…” I tried to tell him I was going to finish like this, but I choked on my words.
Hearing my weak protest, he sped up even more and soon, I came screaming and digging my nails into his skin.
“Your turn,” I smiled after I calmed down.
He nodded with a wide smile. I could see that he was having fun, but we agreed on oral sex, so that’s what he should get.
“Maybe you can lie here on the edge?” he offered.
“Sure, it might be better,” I shrugged.
I didn’t mind, he had a nice curved cock, and this would be an ideal position for a deepthroat.
After I got into the position, he stood in front of me and lowered his genitalia over my open mouth. I started licking, kissing and sucking his balls and then foreskin. Feeling re-energised, I was licking him all over as he moved a bit forward and over my face. Oral sex should involve as much tongue as possible, and I was going to prove why. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire and pure joy. I reached forward and grabbed his cock, eagerly licking delicious pre-cum off. He took my hand away, but let me play with my new lollipop for a while. Then, he packed his balls in my mouth. I sucked on them too, my cheeks bulging and pulsating. I moved my tongue, caressing the sensitive skin. Suddenly, he pulled out, my lips making a pop sound.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, very,” I giggled, “Why don’t you turn around now?”
I could see he wanted to ask for rimming but felt ashamed of it. Grateful for my proposition, he nodded and did as I asked.
He pulled his arse cheeks apart, giving my mouth unlimited access to his hole. I placed my hands on his thighs, silently instructing him on how low he could go.
It took us some time, but soon I could suck on his arsehole, tasting his manly hole that was still wet from my spit and sweat. I stuck my tongue inside him as far as I could. I felt the tight ring of muscles tense as I licked inside and moved back and forth. He uttered a moan, and that’s when I knew my rim job was going to be unforgettable for him.
I felt him shaking as I heard a wet slapping sound, he was jerking off as I was rimming him. That only got me more into him. Then, he stood up and turned around. I saw a drip of pre-cum trapped in his foreskin and felt my pussy pulse from how arousing it looked. I eagerly opened my mouth, and he started to face fucking me. That was the oral sex I knew and loved!
I don’t even know how, but my right hand was grabbing at my pussy and masturbating while I was gagging on his member. I was about to come when he pulled out. He finished on my bare chest, covering my boobs in white strings. Just as his warm seed touched my skin, I finished, my whole body spasming and shaking.