From Netflix to Shaking Orgasms with My Client

One summer evening, as I was watching a film on Netflix, already in my pyjamas, I got a call. One of my regular clients had a bad day, and he desperately wanted to meet for a little date night. Hesitantly, I agreed, but I told him to lower his expectations. Maybe I was a high class escort, but there was no way I was going to put on makeup now.

I walked through the bustling city streets, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers. I was looking around, trying to find Alex. Finally, among the crowd, my eyes I caught a glimpse of his blond hair. He stood tall and confident, his dishevelled yet stylish appearance making him stand out.

I approached him with a warm smile and complimented his looks. He responded similarly, and we got into a little friendly banter, that was our jam.

He bought me ice cream, which I gladly accepted, after all, it was a date night. We walked a little more, talking and joking. Despite my hesitancy to go, I was happy to see him, and it seemed like he was too.

We wandered through dimly lit alleyways until we reached a small hotel. The atmosphere inside was hushed, creating an intimate ambience that seemed to envelop us as we headed to his room.

Once inside the room, our eyes locked, and the tension reached its peak. We surrendered to the magnetic force drawing us together, and kissed passionately, finally releasing the tension that was building up throughout the night.

We kissed and kissed, barely breathing and indifferent to the hard walls and furniture we kept bumping into. Somehow, we got to the bed and Alex tore my dress off me.

“Shit, sorry,” he mumbled but continued fumbling with my bra, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He kissed me again, so hard it almost hurt. What’s a date night without torn clothes and a couple of bruises?

“I’ll buy you ten new ones,” he uttered in between the kisses.

I laughed, turning my head to the side to avoid further attacks of his lips.

“Take off your clothes, silly,” I told him, giggling.

He quickly undressed, and we went back to making out. Our hands wandered on each other’s bodies, exploring and caressing.

I was ready for something more, but I ignored the urge, concentrating on his teasing. I wanted to give him pleasure and a good orgasm first and foremost, so I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock and began the long, slow strokes. He was already hard, I ran my thumb against the tip and felt the first drops of pre-cum.

Our moans filled the room, and I unwillingly started rubbing my thighs together. I was wet and my pussy was begging to get touched, I felt my orgasm building up.

My hand quickened on his member, squeezing him harder with each movement. He broke our kiss, panting.

“Ready?” he asked me, with a gleam in his eye.

I didn’t answer, just rolled off him onto my back and opened my legs, holding them underneath my knees.

Alex quickly put on a condom and positioned himself in front of me. 

He tapped my entrance with the head of his throbbing cock, before slowly sliding it inside. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, as he filled my pussy. Then, he leaned forward, his face inches from mine, and started slowly fucking me. With each push, I felt explosions inside me, it felt so good, that it was hard to believe, I wondered if he felt the same. A quick look into his eyes assured me he did. I wanted to orgasm already and just collapse into his arms, but I tried to control myself.

Alex sped up, and I stopped holding my legs to hold him closer instead. He propped my left leg up with his right hand, while his left hand was brushing my hair. 

I felt sweat all over my body, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more and more of him. I felt my orgasm coming and rocked my hips. My pussy was tightening, squeezing his cock more and more, and making him moan even more. I crossed my legs over his arse, making him go faster and deeper. It was his call, I felt his member release inside me. I wished we didn’t use the protection, so I get covered in his warm cum. Unfortunately, there are downsides to being a high class escort in London.

After he came, he pulled out, but stayed in between my legs. We were both shaking and trying to calm down, both exhausted by the strong orgasms. I looked at him and we started laughing.

“Ready for round two?” I asked, biting my lip to stop another burst of laughter.

“Are you?” he replied with a question and caressed my cheek.

“Maybe in a week, I’m spent,” I giggled and moved my head to the side, placing a kiss on his palm.

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