My client was Ricky, and he was a bit of a hillbilly. He used suspenders to hold up his trousers, I’d never seen that before. I had hired a lovely suite in the centre of the city, and he was impressed. We spent quite a while admiring the view, then our lips met. As we kissed I started to remove some of my clothes, my skirt was the first to go.
He started to get passionate, wrapping his arms around me and pressing me against the window. I could feel the bulge in his trousers pressing into my tummy and I loved it.
He turned me around, I was facing the window but not to admire the view. I felt his hand between my legs, feeling my fanny through the thin fabric of my panties. He slipped these past my hips, my most private parts naked and exposed.
He had unzipped his flies and freed his cock, and I felt it slip into me. He might be a hillbilly, but he certainly knew which bits went where. He started fucking me, deep and hard, just as I like it. He slipped the suspender straps off his shoulders and his trousers fell to the floor.
I broke free and knelt in front of him. I took his lovely cock into my mouth, tasting a mixture of my own juices and his pre-cum, lovely. He slipped his shirt from his shoulders.
I spent some time licking him. suckling him. My hand was wrapped around him, stroking and wanking him, and by the expression on his face and the groans I could hear he was enjoying my efforts and so was I.
He lifted me to my feet and slipped back into me. Still buried deep inside me he lifted me off the floor and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we carried on fucking.
He sat down and we carried on fucking, me bouncing on my hips. I could feel an orgasm building deep inside me, little sparks of energy, of intense pleasure.
It erupted, a tsunami, a tidal wave flooding through me, taking over my consciousness, I was aware of nothing else.
As it subsided we kissed. I was aware that I had enjoyed two delicious orgasms, but Ricky had not released. I decided to help.
I pulled away and wrapped my hand around him. I started to wank him, feeling the soft skin moving easily over his rigid shaft. I watched as his climax built, his body tensioning up until with a loud groan he released, covering my face with his hot spunk, spurt after spurt of it. I tasted it, I love the taste of man cream.
Spent, he hugged me
“Thanks!” he whispered, quietly. “I’ve fucked a few girls, but none was as good as you.”
That made me feel good, and when I checked my PayPal account next day he’d given me a nice big tip. I love being an Escort!
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