Tonight, I had a meeting with a new client. I wasn’t thrilled about it, since he didn’t provide any details, and that usually meant that he wanted to do something kinky. I had nothing against fetishes, I, myself, had quite a few. Still, it was Sunday night, I just wanted to chill and take it slow. A little foreplay or a missionary would be a perfect ending to this long week. Being a professional escort is exhausting sometimes.
We met in the hotel restaurant. As soon as I entered the building, he recognized me and walked up to me. He was an average looking man, not extraordinarily handsome, but not ugly either. Despite his impressive height, his demeanour was giving me a typical nice guy vibes. Like the kind of man that drives you home and kisses you on the cheek at the end of a date without expecting anything more. Well, obviously today he was expecting something, but that’s how he looked. All gentlemanly and proper to the bone.
To my surprise, he wanted to have dinner first. It wouldn’t be so strange, if he had booked me for more time, but we had only two hours. My curiosity about tonight grew, but I was a professional escort, so it wasn’t my place to ask.
We chatted about his work and art, since we were both into it. When we finished eating, he ordered us some more wine. It was like he didn’t want us to go to the room. At this point, I was utterly confused, wouldn’t he say something beforehand if it was only a dinner date.
“Sorry, you must think I’m strange or something,” he laughed nervously, “I’m just kind of scared about tonight.”
“Why? Am I scary?” I sent him my brightest smile.
“No, no, it’s just… I’ve had some performance issues in the past,” he said quietly, avoiding eye contact.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m here for you, we’ll manage,” I consoled him to the best of my abilities.
He nodded, visibly relaxing. We finished drinking and he offered me his arm. We went to his room, still laughing and chatting.
Once inside, I took matters in my own hands and led him to the bed, sitting beside him. My fingertips gently brushed against the length of his arm.
“You’re very beautiful, “Beautiful and all yours.”
He slid his finger under one of the dress straps.
I nodded, a light smile still playing on my lips.
Both my dress straps got taken down, and he pulled my dress lower, revealing my breasts, covered only by a thin laced bra.
“Can you take it off?” he asked, pulling at the dress.
Instead of answering, I stood up and rolled it down. My underwear wasn’t nearly enough to hide my body from his hungry gaze. I got on my knees in front of him and started undoing his trousers, while he was fighting with the buttons of his shirt. Both garments quickly landed on the floor.
His member was still soft, but I ignored that and started kissing his groyne. He let out a quiet groan and leaned back. I pushed him further, so that he lay down. I liked oral sex in all forms, so I didn’t mind a longer foreplay.
After a good five minutes of licking and sucking his cock, I started to be a little bit tired of the lack of results. He looked irritated too.
“Come here, let me kiss you,” he asked me.
I sat on his hips, my pussy right on top of his limp dick, and then leaned over him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I noticed with pleasure that he was a good kisser. I started moving my hips, trying to make this better for the both of us.
“Do you like oral sex?” he asked me after we stopped kissing to take a breath.
I laughed, “I mean, after what I was doing for the past fifteen minutes or so, it’s quite obvious I do.”
“I mean receiving oral sex,” he laughed too, giving me a peck.
“Mmmm… If you don’t mind, I’d like that very much,” I purred, feeling blush creeping onto my cheeks.
He pushed me off, making me lay down next to him instead of on top. Then, he briefly kissed me again, making a wet trail of kisses heading down. I liked this foreplay a lot and I wasn’t quiet about it.
When his tongue slid into my wet pussy, I grasped the sheets tighter. That’s why he was so good at kissing, his tongue could do miracles. He kept sucking, licking and kissing my pussy until I finished, shaking and screaming.
He moved higher up, kneeling in between my legs, and I felt his erection poking into my thigh.
“Can I… now?” he asked nervously.
I nodded and he quickly put on a condom before pushing his member inside me. All my muscles were still spasming, tightly hugging his cock.
He groaned and started moving. I wrapped my arms around his neck, making him kiss me.
To my disappointment, he didn’t last as long as I hoped, but I still managed to finish again.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, smiling.
I laughed and smacked his arm playfully, “How many more orgasms do you need to believe that?”
He laughed too and kissed me again.
About the Author
Meet Louise, a captivating presence in her mid-20s who has brought her Eastern European charm to London’s high society. With a degree in hospitality management, she navigates the city’s intricacies effortlessly. Louise’s experiences are crafted for every desire, whether an adventurous night exploring the city’s hotspots or a cosy evening in your private space.
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