Subject: Policy Violation
Story Codes: MF oral
Diary Date: January 18, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
At first glance, one of the most emphasized rules of the escorting agency I
work for seems so simple, "No sex with the clients." For the first couple of
weeks, I was a good girl and followed the rules to the letter. However,
under the circumstances I found myself , I don't think anyone will blame me
for bending the rules a little just this once.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Escorting vs. Hooking
Chapter 2 Choosing a Client
Chapter 3 A Typical Dinner
Chapter 4 Off the Clock
Chapter 1 Escorting vs. Hooking
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If you want to create an awkward moment, next time someone asks you what you
do for a living, tell them you work as an escort. Over time, I've learned to
use euphemisms such as "hostess" or "hospitality worker", but escort is
really the more proper term.
The problem is, people today associate escort" with "prostitute", albeit not
without good reason. For instance, my cousin Kristi claims to be an "escort"
but in reality it's just a legalistic way for her to avoid being called a
whore. My job description, if I were to write one out, would state that Im
responsible for attending various events with a client and act as his date or
significant other, however he wants it to appear. I do NOT have sex with my
clients. Even if I wanted to, that is the one thing that will get me fired
faster than anything else. My agency is a legitimate business and does not
want to be associated with those that front for prostitution. If their girls
started fooling around with the clients, it wouldn't take long for the rumor
mill to let everyone, including the vice squad, know what our real "mission
statement" was.
The first thing people ask, once they get past the escort definition, is what
kind of guy would hire me if I'm not going to put out? Well, you might be
surprised how big the market is for my type of service. One nice thing about
it is that a lot of my clients need me during the day, which leaves most of
my nights free. Some guys are meeting with clients and their wives and don't
like being the odd man in the group without a "date".
One of the most intriguing clients I have had was in town just to attend a
wedding. Apparently he was fed up with being pestered by his family as to
when he would be getting married so he hired me to be his girlfriend for the
wedding and reception. I have to say, I had a great time! Besides the one-
to-one assignment, sometimes I go to trade shows or conferences just to be a
general hostess. Although they are a lot easier, I don't get a lot of those
because they usually prefer the show girls with big boobs and long legs.
As much as I've tried to explain this to people, I still get those annoying
looks and winks that signal, "OK, you can tell us anything but we know the
REAL truth." Trust me, I would be making a heck of a lot more money as a
whore than I do now. As I mentioned earlier. my cousin Kristi works for a
different agency with completely different policies. She makes several times
more than me (at least) and a lot of that is tax-free as it's paid to her in
cash (let's not debate the ethics of claiming your tips here, ok?).
To be honest, I love my job and the "no-sex" policy actually makes it a lot
better. I have no desire to be a whore and besides, I still hope someday to
find a teaching position. Having a police record as a prostitute is
definitely not considered by most school boards to be a resume enhancement!
The policy also makes it easier to deal with my clients as they know the
rules up front and there's none of the awkwardness where you play the game of
how to proceed after dinner. Sure, a few of them try anyway but I've never
had a problem saying no. On the other hand, you don't pay hundreds of
dollars for a girl and expect her to be a nun so I put up with some groping
and light petting. It's almost like being back in high school on a first
date.
There IS just one problem with the "no sex" rule and I'm sure you already
know what it is. Every now and then I get a client with whom I really WOULD
like to have sex with and usually the feeling is mutual. The temptation can
be incredible as many of these guys are not only good looking, but pretty
well off financially to boot. After about two weeks, it finally came to a
head.
Chapter 2 Choosing a Client
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My day started as usual. After masturbating and tending to my personal
needs, I checked my e-mail where my agency had sent me one listing the
clients that had requested me based on my on-line profile. Sometimes there
was more than one request in which case they allowed me to choose which one I
would go out with. This time around, two guys had asked for me and the
choice was difficult in that both of them looked to be about the same in
terms of looks and characteristics. Although they each professed to be
single, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. My guess is that almost half of
the so-called single guys are in fact married. They were about the same age
mid thirties or so, and both looked to be in pretty good shape. One was
coming in from Chicago while the other was from Buffalo. Each of them
claimed to be in town for business and wanted someone to attend the same
company party. In the end, I literally flipped a coin. Heads for Chicago,
tails for Buffalo. Heads won and so I notified my agency of my "choice" in a
return e-mail.
Company parties can be a tossup. Most are pretty stuffy affairs with guys in
coats and ties and women in some sort of dress if not a gown. A gown seemed
a bit much for me so I picked out my favorite long black dress which was slit
up the left side and plunged down well below the start of my cleavage in
front. The best part for me was the way it seemed to form itself to my ass,
clinging to me and emphasizing my butt as best as I could ask for. No bra
was needed as the dress top was lined and even though it was tempting to go
without panties, the risk was not worth any potential reward, if there was
any to begin with. After all, I was being hired to be the date for an
executive, not to be a party girl slut, so I wanted to look the part. A
black thong was just as sexy, if not more, in these circumstances anyway.
With this dress, the only shoes I would dream of wearing were my stilettos.
The heels were only about four inches so they weren't THAT outrageous. What
I loved about them, as uncomfortable as they may have been to wear, was the
way they showed off my ass and legs when I stood on my toes. The dress was
actually quite simple but elegant so I chose to wear a diamond pendant around
my neck and matching diamond earrings my dad had given me for my last
birthday. Each was a one carat Leo diamond and I loved the way they sparkled
in my ears.
As I did my hair and put on my makeup, the silence of my apartment was almost
deafening. It made me think about how I use to get ready for dates only to
have my dad move in behind me and start touching me and playing with me.
God, how many evenings did I go out on with his cum still fresh in my pussy
when my date picked me up? Although he never claimed to be jealous of the
guys who fucked me, it was like my dad was staking his claim to me before he
let me out into the world. Whatever the reason, I never complained!
Standing in front of my mirror now, all alone in my apartment, my pussy felt
a bit of a twinge as I wished he was there to give me one of his trademark
"send-offs".
Chapter 3 A Typical Dinner
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As always, that taxi was waiting for me right on time when I made my way out
the front door to the curb. I gave him the name of the downtown hotel where
the party was being held and the driver quickly made his way through traffic
without saying a word to me. He dropped me off at the front entrance to the
hotel after I signed the voucher and never looked at me again as he drive
off. The bellman opened the door for me, a gentle smile on his face but I
knew he was undressing me with his eyes. Being it was wicked cold, I was
wearing a winter coat but there was still enough leg showing as I stepped out
of the car to give him a good idea of what was hiding underneath.
My directions had been to meet my client in the hotel bar. Some clients ask
for me to meet them at their rooms but the agency always intervenes in such
requests, knowing that once you're in a hotel room, all sorts of things can
happen before you know it. From my own limited experience with sexual
escorting a couple of years back, I can attest to the truth in that!
We had each seen the other's photo so when I walked in I was immediately
greeted by my client who introduced himself as Michael. Actually, he
pronounced it as "Michelle" but then quickly informed me it was a French name
and while pronounced as an American feminine name, it was spelled in the
masculine manner. The way he said it sounded rather exotic and we seemed to
quickly hit it off. He asked me if I wanted a drink which I politely
refused. I normally don't drink in the first place and to get drunk while
with a client was NOT something we were recommended to ever do.
After about twenty minutes of small talk where we both somehow avoided saying
anything really personal about ourselves, Michael looked at his watch and
declared it was time to get to the party on the concierge floor. He led me
to the elevators where we went to one of the top floors the ones where you
need insert a room key to gain access. My coat was still closed tightly
around me and I noticed him taking quick peeks down at me. I say "down"
because he was rather tall and my head barely came to the top of his
shoulders, even with my heels. We were the only ones in the elevator and it
went to the floor without making any other stops.
When the doors opened there were a few guys wandering around with drinks in
their hands. Michael led me over to where a makeshift coat-check was set up
and he helped me take off my coat.
"Wow, nice dress," Michael complimented me as he gave me the once-over. I
just smiled and thanked him. He took my hand and led me to the room where
the party was being held.
The room was actually somewhere between a conference room and ballroom,
evidently intended for this type of event where the full resources of a
ballroom were overkill but more than a conference room was required. My
guess was we were fashionably late as the place was already pretty full. At
first you would have thought it was a funeral from all the black attire but
then a second glance at the jewelry and makeup dispelled any such notion. A
quick assessment placed me somewhere in the middle in terms of my dress. As
always, there were a few girls dressed to the nines in obviously expensive
designer dresses while a surprising number were in rather cheap numbers.
"Hey Kelly, fancy meeting you here!" I heard a high-pitched voice from behind
me.
I turned to see Mary Lynn, one of the girls I worked with. Then I noticed
her "date" and recognized him as the guy Id turned down in favor of Michael.
Yep, I made the right choice as Michael was head and shoulders above this guy
literally. Michael evidently knew him as well and they shook hands while
Mary Lynn and I stood patiently by their sides. It was all I could do to
keep a straight face as neither of them bothered to introduce their "dates".
Obviously they each knew the truth and neither was looking to push it. A
little more shop talk and they split up and Michael led me to the bar.
"You DO know he's married with three kids, don't you?" Michael whispered to
me.
I just giggled as if that was news to me but it didn't surprise me. Like I
said, most of the guys who claim to be single aren't. I DID wonder if
Michael was really single or not. I had glanced at his ring finger and the
telltale marks of a ring were nowhere to be found so if he WAS married, he
didn't wear a ring very much. It didn't really matter all that much to me
one way or the other. In fact, I sort of liked it when they confessed the
truth as I have had some genuinely interesting discussions with guys about
their families. Michael must have been reading my thoughts.
"No, I'm not," he said teasingly.
"What do you mean?" I responded innocently.
"I saw you looking at my hand," he came back with, "I WAS married for three
years to my high school sweetheart but that didn't work out and we divorced
15 years ago. No kids so that worked out well."
Well, at least he had gotten THAT out of the way without me even having to
hint at it.
"How about you?" he asked me after getting himself a drink at the bar, "Do
you have a boyfriend?"
"Nobody special at the moment," I answered. Actually, even if I DID have one
I would've answered the same but he didn't have to know that. No guy wants
to be out with a girl who is in love with another guy.
The party started out with a formal dinner. The place was set up with a
number of round tables that seated eight. As we took our seats, Michael
reached in his pocket and pulled out two place cards. Each had different
symbols on it that I didn't recognize.
"We had to specify our meal requests ahead of time surf or turf," he
explained to me, "Since obviously I couldn't ask you ahead of time, I ordered
one of each. Which would you prefer?
I chose the fish, figuring he looked more like a steak man and I prefer fish
anyway. Soon our salads were being served and I had to repeatedly wave away
an overly friendly wine steward.
"You don't drink Kelly?" Michael asked.
"Not usually, I'm pretty much a Diet Coke girl."
"Well, if you change your mind I believe the white wine is excellent this
evening. Besides, all that artificial sweetener isnt good for you."
It was tempting but as little as I drink, it was dangerous to start under the
circumstances so I politely refused yet another attempt by the steward to
give me a glass. As we ate the lights were turned down to where it almost
too dark to see our food. Some guy was up front doing the standard
PowerPoint presentation, none of which interested me in the least. Everybody
at our table was watching or listening to the speakers and all I could think
of was how glad I was that I was being paid to be here or else I would've run
out of the room screaming and tearing out my hair! Actually, if Michael
hadn't been such a fascinating "date", I might had run out anyway! He was
remarkable, full of gossip about the people in the room, most of which would
not have been repeatable at the podium.
"Bored?" Michael whispered to me as I stifled a yawn.
I tried to smile but then his hand slipped under the tablecloth and landed on
my leg. I didn't move a muscle or say a word, waiting to see where he was
going with this.
"You know, this COULD be a lot more interesting if you wanted it to be."
His hand slipped into the slit of my dress so it was now on my bare leg. We
were seated on the side of the table opposite from the speaker so we were up
tight to the table. The white tablecloth was long enough to conceal anything
between us. As I sat there motionless, his hand moved more inside of my leg
until he had a firm grip on my inner thigh, just inches away now from my
crotch.
"Find something interesting under the table Michael?" I asked him in a
flirting tone.
To be honest, his behavior was rather typical. Most guys in his place would
try to grope me and within certain limits, I allowed them to explore a bit.
It was good for tips if nothing else! My only limit was nothing inside the
material. If he wanted to rub me through my thong, that was OK. If a guy
wanted to squeeze my boobs through my blouse, that was fine with me.
However, the moment he started to pull my panties aside or unbutton my
blouse, then I was like the stereotypical high school virgin, gently but
firmly putting a stop to it.
It was always interesting to see what "technique" different guys brought with
them. Some were direct and to the point, going for the goal line with a full
head of steam. Then there were others who seems to take all night to get
their courage up. They would start out at my knee and maybe taking an hour
or more to figure out I wasn't saying no at least not until they ran out of
leg.
"Oh yes... something VERY interesting," he said slowly in his wonderful
accent.
With a room full of people, even as dark as it was, I really didn't expect
him to do much more than he was. So much for MY expectations. I nearly
jumped as his hand moved up until his fingers were pressed up against my
crotch.
"Someone's being a naughty boy." I said sternly but trying to keep a twinkle
in my eye.
His finger pressed up against me, rubbing against my clit through the thin
material of my thong.
"Well, I bet you can be a very naughty girl when you want to be, can't you
Kelly?"
The alarm bells went off when I felt his finger trying to reach under the
edge of my thong. I quickly put my hand between my legs over his. I didn't
push him away, just pressed down on him to let him know I wanted him to stop.
"Now Michael, you know better than to do that."
He grinned and his finger pulled back so I took my hand off of his. He
didn't pull his hand completely away, though, as most guys did when I had to
pull on the reins. Instead, he stroked his finger up and down my crotch
along the edges of the thong, tickling my bare skin.
"Nice and smooth," he complimented me.
I couldn't help but glance around but nobody seemed to be paying the
slightest bit of attention to us. There really was no reason to as we were
sitting close and the most anyone would think, even if they could see, was he
had his hand in my lap.
The speaker was giving his closing comments. With dinner over and dessert
being served, it looked like the boring portion was finally getting open.
The lights came back on and Michael gently pulled his hand from my crotch.
To my surprise, he took his finger to his nose and gave it a sniff.
"Mmmmmmm, you ARE a sweet girl, aren't you Kelly?" he said with a sly grin.
Dessert finished without any other "distractions" and some disc jockey
started cranking out the music. Michael asked me to dance not one of my
strong suits. He seemed to be more accomplished but he didn't make fun of my
clumsy steps, instead he encouraged me and I actually learned a few new
moves. We danced a few slow songs and I couldn't help but feel my heart
flutter a little as he pulled me in close. He even put his hand on my ass
and squeezed it as we danced. You had to say one thing about Michael, he
wasn't shy!
During a break he got himself another drink and we returned to our table to
talk.
"You know, I'm having a great time tonight Kelly," he said with a smile as he
held my hands in his, "You have no idea how much I dread these damn annual
parties but this year I'm actually glad I came. Soooooo, would you like to
come to my room?"
Nope, he wasn't shy.
I smiled at him sweetly and squeezed his hands saying, "I can't Michael. You
know it doesn't work that way with me."
Michael sat back and sighed. "That fucking Brian, I didn't believe him when
he said he wasn't going to be cheating on his wife even though he was hiring
an escort."
"You DID know about my agency's policy, didn't you?"
"Yeah, he told me but I really didn't believe him," he said grimly. "Damn, I
knew something would go wrong. You're a fantastic girl and I'd love so much
to have you tonight."
"But Michael, I could get fired," I tried to explain, "I've only had this job
for a couple of weeks and if anyone found out, I'd be screwed... and NOT that
way."
Michael laughed at my poor attempt at a joke and then his eyes squinted at me
as he seemed to be thinking hard about something.
"What EXACTLY is this rule anyway?" he asked me, "They can't control your
life away from work, can they?"
"Oh no, it's not like that at all. It's just that I'm not allowed to do
those sort of things the night of our date."
"But what if I were to come to your place after you got home? Would that
count?"
It was an intriguing idea but I wasn't about to let a stranger, even one as
nice as Michael, get my address. Michael was pretty sharp and I think he
immediately realized my concerns.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have even asked that," he apologized. Finally, he leaned
forward and looked me in the eyes saying, "But tell me this Kelly, if you
COULD come to my room, WOULD you?"
For a moment I hesitated. I wanted to blurt out an immediate "YES!" but I
didn't want to seem TOO overly eager. After all, a girl has to play a little
bit hard to get!
"Maybe," was all I finally said but the look in my eyes as I glanced down at
his crotch told him the true story.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to be happy with the knowledge that I COULD
have had you this evening," he said more cheerfully than I would have
expected. He certainly gave up a lot more easily than I had expected.
That ended our discussion on doing anything outside the party and for the
next couple of hours or so we danced and talked to people. Actually, he did
most of the talking which was typical for me on these type of dates. One
thing I learned early on was that people think your are the greatest
conversationalist when you say as little as possible and let them do all the
talking!
Eventually it came time for things to wind down. Michael offered to walk me
down to the taxi that was waiting for me. As I got in, I saw Michael talking
to the driver and then he handed him something and shook the driver's hand.
I guess he was making sure I got home OK and was giving the guy an extra tip.
That was so sweet of him! As the taxi drove away, it occurred to me that we
hadn't even kissed goodbye!
Oh well, it was over and I would never see him again. When I left a client,
it was goodbye and all over. Michael, however, had struck a chord with me
and I found my pussy was getting that itch it tends to get when it wants
something. I knew exactly what it wanted Michael! Something told me that
before I went to sleep tonight I would be masturbating with the thoughts of
what we might have done had we gone to his room!
Chapter 4 Off the Clock
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As we approached my apartment complex, the taxi driver turned into the
parking lot. When he stopped outside my complex, he turned to me and had
something totally unexpected to say.
"Miss, that guy with you back at the hotel paid me to bring you back to the
hotel. Do you want me to take you?"
My eyes opened wide and the driver must have sensed surprise when he started
to chuckle.
"Yeah, sounds crazy to me too. What the hell? Why drive you all the way
back here just to turn around and take you back?
Actually, it made perfect sense to me when I thought about it for a second.
I had told Michael that I could date anyone I wanted to on my own time and
technically, my own time started when I returned home. I had to make a quick
decision go back or not? As horny as I had gotten on the way back, the
decision was pretty easy to make. The driver shook his head when I told him
to take me back. He must have thought everyone was crazy, including me.
When we got back to the hotel, Michael was waiting for me in the lobby. He
stood up and smiled as I approached.
"Kelly! I knew you would come back to me!"
It was now almost 1:00 AM and things were just getting started so I was in no
mood to fool around. My pussy had been getting wetter and wetter as the taxi
returned me to the hotel and I was ready to go to his room NOW. When you
get this horny, you say weird things.
"Cut the bullshit. Take me to your room and fuck me," I whispered
seductively in his ear.
Michael looked surprised for the first time this evening and I couldn't help
but grin at myself. Hopefully I'd just shown him I wasn't some virginal
tease.
"Your wish is my command princess!" he teased him, putting his arm around me
and heading back to the elevators.
Once again he had to put his key in but he picked the other floor this time
from the one we went to before. It opened to a lounge area where a concierge
desk was staffed by a handsome young man. Guys were hanging around the bar,
joking with each other and hitting on one of the few girls that were there.
Michael quickly went to the hallway and avoided them before anyone could say
anything. His room was about half-way down the hall. He inserted the card
key and allowed me to enter the room first. While not quite a suite, it was
a lot bigger than your average hotel room with a king size bed, sofa, and
desk. An overstuffed chair was by the curtains and the bathroom looked
bigger than most people have in their house with both a shower and a bath
tub. Michael came in behind me, locking and bolting the door. Without a
word, he took my coat and hung it up into closet. Then he turned me toward
him and took a step back to he could look me over.
"God you are SO beautiful," he sighed, his eyes lingering on my boobs and
then on my hips and legs.
He stepped forward and we shared our first kiss of the night. His tongue
immediately pressed against my lips as I opened my mouth to receive it and I
felt it exploring inside. His hands grabbed my ass, one hand on each butt
cheek and he pulled me tightly into him. II could feel the bulge in his
crotch pressing against me as our kiss lingered.
"I want you so bad Kelly."
"Then take me Michael."
I slipped the dress of my shoulders and let it slide down my body to the
floor. Stepping out of it, it left me with my necklace, thong and heels. I
undid the necklace and placed it on the counter but left my thong and heels
on. Slowly I turned in a circle, letting him see me from all sides.
"Damn Kelly, you have such a beautiful body."
He started to reach for me but I shook my head and put my finger to my lips,
motioning for him to stay quiet. I put my hands on his hips and turned him
to the bed, making him sit down on the edge of it. I wasn't in the mood for
a lot of foreplay, I wanted to get laid! I reached for his belt and fumbled
with it. Michael laughed a little at my ineptness and offered to help. I
stood back as he undid his pants and dropped them to his feet. He still had
his shoes on so they stayed in a bundle at the floor while he sat with his
bare ass on the bed a not a bad bare ass at that! Kneeling down, I moved
his shirt aside to reveal his dick. He was still fairly soft which surprised
me. Most guys were hard as a rock by this point. Honestly, I prefer it when
a guy starts out this way as it gives me the satisfaction of watching him get
his erection.
"Mmmmmmm, you have a great looking dick," I murmured.
I didn't wait for, or expect, a response so I took it in my hand and tugged
gently on it. Michael leaned back onto his hands and watched as my mouth
dropped down to his crotch and I let my tongue flick over the tip of his
dick. Taking it in my mouth, it felt warm and soft, so different from what I
knew he would be in a few minutes.
As many dicks as I have sucked, I still never cease to be amazed at how such
a lifeless, limp piece of meat can turn into such a wonderful, hard cock. As
I sucked gently, I could feel the strong pulse of the blood as it started to
fill his cock. My hand cupped his hairy balls and I massaged them gently as
my mouth worked on his dick. My other hand reached around him and I felt his
bare ass and gripped it to help keep my balance.
"Damn... you're GOOD," he groaned as his dick quickly stiffened.
I smiled, well as best as you can smile with a growing dick in your mouth, as
I thought of that line from Forrest Gump and made my own version of it.
Dick's are like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're gonna get.
Indeed, there seemed to be little relationship between a limp dick and the
finished version. Some guys grew to twice their original length, other
barely grew at all. Some swelled in girth while others stayed long and
narrow.
As I continued to suck on Michael's cock, I could feel it reaching further
and further into my mouth as it grew. It became less flexible and my lips
parted more and more as it thickened. I loved it because I knew it was
reacting this way because of me. When it comes to knowing of a guys is
turned on by you or not, there's no better lie detector in the world that his
own dick.!
"Feel good?" I asked him as I stroked his dick and looked up into his eyes.
"Oh god, you have no idea," was all he could get out.
I went back to his dick for a little while longer. He was fully erect now
and I could barely get his dick in my mouth. He wasn't the longest by any
stretch of the imagination but probably a bit thicker than average. This
made it easy to suck and nice to be fucked by not a bad combination. He
was extremely hairy, his crotch a full bush of dark coarse pubic hair. His
crotch odor was musky, very male and very erotic for me. I pulled up so just
the head was in my mouth and I sucked on it while my tongue ran all over it.
I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth and he was grinning from ear to
ear as he watched intently.
After a while it was my turn for some attention so I stood up, keeping his
wet dick I my hand. I pressed on his chest and he fell back on the bed with
his legs hanging over the side from his knees, He was still wearing all his
clothes, granted his trousers and boxers were down to his shoes but nothing
was actually OFF of him. Letting go of his cock, I crawled up in bed and
straddled his chest on my knees. I cupped my boobs and slowly gyrated my
hips in front of him as he reached up and grabbed my ass with both hands.
"Eat me," I demanded softly as I moved upward to his face. I reached down
and pulled the thong to the side, revealing my bare, wet pussy to him.
Lowering myself down until I felt his lips against my pussy, I then leaned
forward and used the headboard to keep my balance again.
Michael didn't say anything not surprising considering my pussy was
covering his mouth. His tongue sprang into action and he lapped me up and
down my pussy slit. I rocked my hips back and forth to make it easier for
him. Really, all he had to do was stick out his tongue and I did the rest!
"Fuck me with your tongue Michael," I moaned as I ground my pussy into his
face.
His tongue stuck up and I felt it in my pussy hole, barely reaching up enough
to just insert it into me a little bit but enough for me to feel him there.
Then he pulled it out and he grabbed my clit between his teeth and tugged on
it. It hurt a little but whatever pain I felt was overwhelmed by the
incredible sensations he was making in me.
"That's it Michael, lick my clit," I begged him, "You're making me cum!"
Indeed he was. As horny as I was it wasn't going to take all night to get me
off and I was right on the edge. I squeezed my breasts as he sucked on my
clit like it was a nipple and then I felt my orgasm release itself. My eyes
shut tight and I just froze in place, relishing the feeling of his mouth on
my clit and letting the sensations run through me up and down my spine.
"Oh god, I'm cumming... I'm cumming so hard!" I cried out.
I felt my pussy gushing and my pussy juices must have been drenching his face
as he started to lap at my pussy like a cat at a bowl of milk.
It felt so good and I knew only one thing was going to make it feel even
better to have his dick in me. I moved down his body where his rock hard
cock awaited me. Grabbing it with one hand to steady it, I lowered my
soaking wet pussy down onto it. As wet and horny as I was, he didn't have
much trouble sliding into me. Normally I like a man when he first enters me
to take it slow, to let me feel each inch as it penetrates me for the first
time. Not tonight. Nope, tonight I wanted that dick in me and I wanted it
in me NOW. As soon as his head violated my pussy, I dropped on him like a
sack of potatoes, driving his dick deep inside of me like a railroad spike at
the hands of an expert with a hammer. It felt incredible to suddenly feel
his thick cock inside of me, filling my starving pussy with dick.
"Damn girl, you wanted that, didn't you?" Michael said, his eyes open wide as
he seemed to marvel at how hungry I was for his dick.
"You better believe it!" I exclaimed as I swiveled my hips around in a
circle, keeping his dick deep inside of me but still moving it around like
mixing a bowl of cake mix. "I needed a dick in me BAD!"
I put my hands on his chest and got up on my feet so I was bouncing on his
dick like I was some demented bunny rabbit. Well, people joke about fucking
like rabbits, don't they? His dick was slamming into me as I dropped down
onto it. A couple of times I got carried away and it slipped out of me but I
quickly reached down and put it back in before it even felt cold!
Michael must have decided he was going to get things back under his control
because he grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back. With his pants
around his ankles he was a bit clumsy and after a few choice swear words, he
got out of bed and quickly stripped off all of his clothes. I took the
opportunity to remove my thong but I left the heels on like some porn star.
He grabbed my legs and pulled me back to the edge of the bed, then raised
them up and put them over his shoulders as he stood at the edge of the bed
and started fucking me.
"That's it Michael, fuck me... fuck me harder," I panted as he rammed his
thick dick in and then out of me over and over again.
After a few minutes of this he pulled out and literally flipped me over like
an egg for breakfast. He lifted me up so I was kneeling at the edge of the
bed, my knees right on the edge with my lower legs over the side. Using both
hands to spread my ass apart, he got his dick back in my wide open pussy
without using any hands and started ramming me again. The he started to
spank me, slapping my ass with the palms of his hands. It stung more than
hurt but if anything, it just made his dick feel even better in me.
Apparently satisfied with my spanking, he flipped me over again and pushed me
further up on the bed. Spreading my legs apart he entered me missionary
style, holding himself just above me as he grunted and groaned as his
incredibly hard dick continued to fuck me. God, how much longer could he go
on like this? Hopefully a little more because I felt my next orgasm coming.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" I cried out, "I'm cumming again!"
He must have been close because he stopped anyway but left his pulsing dick
in my pussy. I reached down and rubbed my clit furiously. My orgasm hit so
hard I thought I was going to black out! It was one of the most incredible
orgasms I'd had in a long time and my pussy clamped down on his dick like a
vise, making him grunt as he tried to move it in me.
"Damn girl, you're going to make it pop!" he groaned but I was off in my own
world, feeling the waves of pleasure surging up and down my body, my pussy
feeling like it was on fire! I wanted it to last forever, to never stop, to
cum like this over and over and over again.
Finally my pussy loosened and he started pumping again, making my pussy
almost scream with the most intense sensations I could ever describe. Then
he pulled out and he straddled me, stroking his hard wet cock in front of my
face. He reached down and grabbed the top of my head by the hair and pulled
my head back.
"Open your mouth!" he said in a hurried tone.
Even though I did as he said, his first spurt of cum missed by a mile,
overshooting its mark (assuming he was aiming for my mouth in the first
place) and hitting me square on the forehead and likely in my hair. The next
one landed in my mouth and nose while the one after that went straight in my
mouth. A few more on my cheek and neck and then he rubbed his dick against
my tongue, letting me taste the last few drops to emerge. I pulled my head
forward and sucked on the head of his dick. He shook as my mouth sucked on
his sensitive dick. God his cum tasted so good! I loved the feel of his
dick in my mouth when it was covered with the slimy good of his cum.
"Damn you look hot like that!" he gasped, a huge grin on his face as he
stroked his dick, milking a few remaining drops of cum as it slowly dwindled
in my mouth. "You're a real cumslut, but I bet you already know that."
My answer was simply to suck more on his dick, licking the cum off of it and
then using it like a squeegee to wipe the cum on my chin and cheeks into my
mouth. I sucked on the tip of his dick one last time and then opened my
mouth to show him my cum-covered cum before swallowing the rest down.
Michael rolled over and laid on his back next to me, panting as he caught his
breath. His face was all flushed and from the way his chest was heaving up
and down, for a moment I panicked and wondered if he was going to have a
heart attack! Thankfully he regained his composure and he closed his eyes
and looked about to go to sleep! Typical man. Personally, I was ready to
masturbate for another orgasm but it was really getting late and I wanted to
get back home. I started to get out of the bed when his eyes opened and he
grinned at me.
"Don't worry, I wasn't falling asleep, just catching my breath," he said with
a smile.
"I really need to go Michael," I started to say but he waved his hand to cut
me off.
"No need to explain, I understand," he said gently, getting out of bed and
picking up his trousers. He pulled out his wallet and started to take out
some money.
"No Michael, please don't."
He looked at me with an expression of surprise and said, "You sure? Just
something for your time to show my appreciation."
"I'm not a whore," I explained, pulling my dress back on, and then my thong,
"Trust me, you showed me your appreciation well enough already."
I grabbed my coat and waved goodbye. We would never see each other again and
what we had was great so there was no need to carry this on any further. I
felt good and I knew he would remember this night for a long time.
About twenty minutes later I was back in the silence and security of my
apartment. Funny part was, I had to pay my own cab fare back home! I'm sure
Michael would have paid for it but the thought never crossed my mind when I
left him in the room.
While I'm sure my agency's "no sex" rule is for the best overall, I don't
regret for a moment what I did with Michael. Would I do another client like
this again? Who knows?
THE END