“I’m not very good at talking to women,” he said shyly.
“That’s no problem at all, I’m very easy going,” I said, smiling.
He was a new client. My boss forwarded the call to me because he said that of all the professional escorts, I am the most open and casual one. I didn’t know what he meant, but I was fine with that description.
We went through all the details, as in what he wanted me to do, and then we discussed the role play scenario. He wished for us to flirt and then go to his hotel room. I was surprised because he said that he is not good at talking to women, so I inquired about this.
“Oh, you know, I’m actually not that experienced with women at all. Or with people. But, I want to see how it is,” he explained, stuttering a little.
His answer surprised me even more. I wasn’t sure what to say, but I always aim to accommodate my clients. I try to be the best professional escort there is, and saying no definitely doesn’t suit that. So, still hesitant and a bit confused, I agreed.
I decided to dress nicer than usual. I put on a red, draped dress that was very tight around my waist, showcasing my juicy boobs and large hips. Not only that, but I paired it with black high heels, a small black purse and fake diamond jewellery. I didn’t wear any tights or anything like this, even though the dress was cut quite high. If I made a rash move, I’d show way more than I should, especially considering I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was satisfied with my look, I even spent a good hour doing my hair up. Role play or not, I wanted to look good tonight.
We were to meet at the hotel reception. The idea was that he would just flirt with me, and then we’ll go to his room. I was to pretend I wasn’t a hired professional escort, but a normal girl, who just got intimidated by him. I knew that he was a little bit old, he could probably be my father, but I didn’t know exactly what to expect. We decided to go old school, and he was supposed to wear an iris flower in his buttonhole. It was bizarre enough not to get copied by anyone, so I could easily recognize him.
I started scanning the room as soon as I entered it. There was only one man with an iris, but his looks slightly threw me off. He was shy on the phone, and he told me that he’s concerned I wouldn’t like him. All of this prompted me to believe that he is, well, ugly, but the guy I was looking at definitely wasn’t. I felt I was blushing and took a deep breath. I walked up to him and introduced myself. My voice was shaky, I wasn’t feeling so confident any more, which was very unusual for me. Apparently, awkwardness is part of my role play persona.
He noticed my nervousness and smiled. He was a very polite gentleman, but I still couldn’t relax around him. There was just something about his blue, dreamy eyes that was just making me feel awkward and kind of hot.
I think he was flirting with me, but to be honest, he didn’t have to do anything. I was looking at his hands, hugging the glass, and wondering how they would feel on my body. Obviously, I knew I was working on him, too, since he was stealing looks at my cleavage.
Finally, just when I thought I’m going to go crazy, he offered to go up to his room. I immediately agreed, blushing from my own impatience. As a professional escort, I should be more down to earth.
We sat down on the bed and continued talking, but I was getting tired of it. I placed my hand on his thigh. He looked at it, surprised.
“I’m sorry, do you want me to stop?” I asked politely, simultaneously massaging his thigh a little.
“No, no, not at all,” he quickly replied, “I’m just surprised that’s it.”
“Why would you be? I came to your room after all,” I laughed.
“Well, you did. Which also surprised me,” he confessed, and now we both laughed.
He really had a surprisingly low self-esteem for someone so handsome. I told him that.
“That’s a huge compliment coming from someone like you,” he said, looking down.
I smiled and slid closer to him. I stopped touching him, only to place my other hand on his shoulder and lean forward. Our lips gently touched, it wasn’t a deep kiss, nothing too sexual, just a small peck. Nevertheless, it sent electric sparks throughout my body.
“In my opinion,” I said, and kissed him again, “You are exceptionally handsome.”
He seemed to like my compliments, even though he was acting like he didn’t believe me. Maybe it was because of the role play thing? I gently pushed him so that he lay down on the bed and started undoing his buttons. Once his shirt was open, I kneeled in front of him, taking care of his belt buckle.
He wasn’t hard yet, but that wasn’t the problem for me. I started jacking him off and kissing, almost making out with the tip of his cock. He was quite verbal, grunting and breathing heavily, telling me how amazing I am. I liked that, I always like when men are verbal, even though it’s so rare. It’s nice to know that you’re doing a good job, isn’t it?
After a couple of minutes, he got hard, and I could start properly sucking him off. Now he got even louder, and I loved that.
“I would suggest you stop if you want something more,” he said shyly after some more time.
This prompted me to laugh again, “Of course I want something more, as long as you do.”
He sat up and gave me his hand, helping me to stand up.
“I would be an idiot not to want you,” he said earnestly.
I took off my dress, revealing that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, to which he whistled. I smiled and shook my head, then I helped him take off all of his clothes too and lay down in the bed next to him. This time I didn’t want to be on top and dominate, I wanted to see what he is like in action.
At first, he kissed me, and this time it was a real kiss. His tongue gently slipped inside, penetrating my mouth, exploring every single nerve ending, making me moan into his mouth, letting him know how much I loved it. My hands were wandering on his body, as were his on mine. I never wanted it to stop, but like all good things, it stopped way too early. I was breathing heavily, I hadn’t even noticed that I wasn’t getting nearly enough air. He smiled and briefly kissed me again, only to head lower. His tongue danced on my nipples and then on my navel and then I finally, I felt it right where I wanted it. In between my legs. He ate my pussy like it was the last meal he will ever have. It’s a shame to admit, but I came twice before he stopped. I wasn’t used to a treatment this good, professional escorts rarely get serviced like this.
“Would you let me have sex with you now?” He asked, breathing heavily.
“Yes, please,” I said quickly, and opened my legs even further, prompting him to smile again.
He put on a condom and slid closer, so that the tip of his cock was almost touching my entrance.
“Please, just take me,” I moaned.
He nodded and entered me. He was not too fast and not too slow, his tempo was steady like a machine. Our moans intertwined and filled the room. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but he was still going and going. I was exhausted, I lost count after my fifth orgasm. My whole body was covered in sweat and so was he, but he still kept pounding me, and I was still feeling like I was in heaven. Finally, I felt him going a little bit faster, and soon after this, he finished. He lay down next to me and we embraced.
“That was incredible,” I whispered, careful and quiet not to ruin the moment.
“Really. You think so?” he asked, genuinely surprised.
“Yes,” I laughed, “It was like the top three of the best sex I’ve had. And I’m saying this is entirely serious, role play or not.”
He looked at me like I’d hit my head. I honestly don’t know why so many great guys believe that they are worth less than they actually are.
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