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.
Dive into Part 2 of our escort rimming story and experience the thrill of hot tongue action. The heat intensifies, and the anticipation grows. Don’t miss out!
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