“Ohhh he is young!” I said to the escort as I buzzed up my client using the intercom. The escort and I are on rather good terms now and he kindly let me use his incall apartment for the afternoon. Apparently when we aren’t sleeping together or working together we get on quite well… though he does have a VERY questionable video of me….
This was my third client back to back, with about 15mins in between each one so I was getting rather tired and drained. I only had to put in a huge physical effort the first client, the second had been rather draining mentally and rushing to get ready and catch taxi’s and what not had just taken the life out of me a little.
This particular client had requested originally just to cuddle and possibly to stroke my legs and see where his hand takes him, though he didn’t want sex, he wanted intimacy and I don’t provide that at a discounted rate. Surprisingly he still booked me and chose a specific outfit I had posted one time on Twitter.
It was a very cutesy, tight, bright lycra dress, Blackmilk if you are familiar with the label. I’ve never actually worn it in public because it is ridiculously short and to be honest, a tad too tight. One of those ones that hangs in the cupboard ‘for when I lose 5kgs’.
Anyway the escort left as I waited for my client to make his way up. I was sitting on the lounge, my low energy begging me to just lie there and not move, ignoring the knocks at the door.
I quietly tried to gather all my energy, and plaster on my escort persona as I made my way to the door. Finding whatever I had left to turn myself into the sultry siren, men pay to see.
I greeted my client happily, kissing him on the cheek as I invited him inside, ignoring the nagging exhaustion, pulling at my energy levels.
“Oh wow, you are absolutely stunning, oh wow!” He said stunned as he handed me a box of chocolates “I was going to get you more but this is all I could find on the way from work” He said flustered
“Oh my gosh! You are much to sweet!!” I answered in the appropriate excited and slightly high pitched tone one would expect of me.
“I just can’t believe how gorgeous you are! And I’m here with you! Oh wow! You are incredible” He again said in a flustered tone as he sat next to me on the lounge, and placed a hand on my leg.
He was very coy and sweet, bordering on nervous but not really I couldn’t quite pick it. He kept saying over and over how amazing I was, how beautiful, how gorgeous, how incredible. He said it so often, I honestly thought something strange was going on, like a candid camera moment. It felt almost put on by how over the top his compliments were.
I was silently hating he had turned down wine, like the other two clients earlier in the night. He turned down the shower also as we weren’t having sex. Internally I sighed that I really did have an extra 110-15mins of actually working due to no shower either side of the booking.
I began to kiss him as he giggled shyly, pulling me closer and rubbing my back. After a few minutes of making out, his hand slid up my short skirt and he began to rub away…
I’d just like to mention that I have it on VERY good authority that men improve with age on the sexual front, so if he was going to be hitting the right buttons I would of been very surprised…
He of course did not surprise me. Like the rest of the young clients in their early twenties, though they are typically very sweet, they really haven’t learnt their way around a womans body. He was rubbing slightly to the right of where any part of my vagina really is and to be honest I just ran with it. I probably could of taken this moment to school him, but he was so into it.
“Oh baby, I can feel how wet you are getting for me” he whispered in what I’m guessing was an attempt at a porn style tone.
Again, invisibly rolling my eyes, I played a long, this was his time, his fantasy. I leant in closer pushing myself into him. “Yeah babe, you are making me drip” I said kissing his neck eagerly, passionately making my way to his ear to gently bite with my hands in his hair .
I was as dry as a freaking bone. Not that he would actually of known if I was wet unless he was rubbing a good 2cm to the left of where he was.
His fingers made it inside my underwear, he foraged around, finding the hole he was trying to, I ended up guiding him to the right spot so he could insert one finger into my ‘wet’ pussy.
He was biting his lip as he moved his finger in and out, and out, as I moaned appropriately, frustrated at myself that I hadn’t of thought to bring some lube into the lounge room with me. I was so dry, and his finger only seemed to be aggravating the dryness. Suddenly I felt this would be a long booking. I had so stupidly assumed that a quiet cuddle booking would be so much easier than my typical, full service one. Boy, was I wrong.
His finger was doing nothing for me. I actually don’t offer fingering as part of my service which extremely upsets some men, but they are just too rough. On so many occasions they have left me bleeding that it’s not worth it…and also sometimes I have my period and have a sponge in and would die, if they felt it and questioned me… or pulled it out or something quickly as bad.
I decide my best option was to get him to fuck me, I began sliding my hand up and down his inner thigh slowly, I could feel how hard he was and massaged his cock from the outside of his pants. I began to undo his belt..
He knocked my hand away “No. I’m here to please you, treat you like a princess, make you cum. Its all about you today”
“I know how bad you want it though.. I’m such a tease” he continues, this time reverting to the porn tone.
I laughed internally once more at the comment.
“Oh baby, you know I do…. having you fuck me would be amazing” I replied, stroking his leg, smiling at him coyly.
He shook his head and continued to pull his finger in and out of my pussy. I let him add one more because I’m really generous like that, but turned down three. I was dry as all fuck, and he wasn’t being gentle. An hour of two fingers sliding an out of your vagina when it’s already been pretty well pounded that day doesn’t actually sound good to anyone really.
I just went with it throwing myself back on the lounge moaning, thrusting my hips and pretending to cum, hoping that would be the end of it. He was satisified that he made me cum. That he’d done such a good job.
He cuddled and kissed me more, before creeping his hand back up to my pussy.
“Hehe, it’s so sensitive since you made me cum…. give me 5 mins to recover, come with me” I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, hoping that it would encourage him to just fuck me, cum, and be done with it.
But no. I even completely undressed, dress, bra and panties to get him to change his mind. He continued to only want to finger me. Quite hard actually, and he kept wanting to add another finger. I giggled as I declined, commenting on how tight my pussy was. I was getting sore so fake came again, this time much quicker, I actually couldn’t keep going. I thrust hard into his hand and moaned more loudly, sighing deeper before collapsing back onto the bed.
He had 10 minutes left of the booking and he kept wanting to stick his finger back in. I had to decline.
“Babe, it’s so sensitive now… that’s a lot of finger action.. a cock would of been a nice touch…” I said smiling.
My energy was beyond depleted, I had no idea that a booking where I wasn’t able to fuck the client could actually be so fucking draining, I was silently begging for it to end but the minutes seemed to drag on.
“Hey, would you be able to put your dress and underwear back on and just sit on my face for a minute” He asked casually
I looked at him blankly. “Why?” Still half concerned that it wasn’t being weirdly filmed or something
“I just want to see the view from that angle, and kind of smell you” He replied.
Begrudgingly I obliged, I clothed myself and sat on his face once he had laid down. And I just sat there, admiring my reflection, thinking “What is my life?” as I just sat as he admired my clothed body. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do, so after a couple of minutes I laughed and jumped off his face.
He could of at least let me sit on his face properly during the booking but whatever.
I wrapped up the booking kissing and cuddling passionately, marveling at how skilled he is with his hands. I walked him to the door thanking him for such a wonderful evening, as he kept going on about how beautiful and amazing I am.
He was an incredibly sweet guy…men just really do get better with age, and I totally have no idea why a young guy would pay my rate and not fuck me, that part seemed so bizarre to me.
I called the escort to let him come back in, I waited on the lounge exhausted, ready to devour the McDonalds he had bought me. Ah… what is my life….