Entering Expert Status Once More
Each time I responded to a text on my burner phone, I did so with a sense of regret. I never imagined myself in a situation where selling my body for money would be the best option. It caused me to reflect back on earlier decisions like skipping high school classes or avoiding the opportunity to attend college. I have a job at a small, family-owned store - it's not thrilling, but it's steady. It provides a reasonable income as long as nothing goes wrong.
Unfortunately, something did go wrong. My car decided to stop working, wiping out my already limited savings, including the funds needed for the next month's rent on my apartment. Options for quick loans were nonexistent, and asking my parents for money again was out of the question.
So, I carefully scrutinized the ads in our online alternative weekly, purchased a burner phone, and posted an ad. I dreaded meeting a total stranger and engaging in a sexual encounter with him, but I did. This occurred over two weekends. A few of these encounters were not as traumatic as expected, while a few were appalling. One experience even had a strangely pleasant atmosphere to it.
Those two weekends provided me with sufficient funds to pay my rent and bring me out of crisis mode. I read various articles about financial planning for those in their 20s and committed to building an emergency fund to ensure I'd never be in a similar situation again. This required me to "date" more men for cash and then cease this practice.
However, my initial benevolent aspirations floundered. Once I paid my landlord, I debatably decided that a couple of free weekends were deserved as compensation for my labor. I connected with a guy I met at a bar and had sex with him without charging. Yes, I considered the issue of not being compensated, but when he went down on me and brought me to climax, I realized the major difference was that when I wasn't being paid, I was entitled to enjoy myself as well.
I might have never deleted my ad and added credit to my burner phone if not for another misfortune. When my bosses, the store's co-owners, planned a family vacation, they decided to close the place for two weeks during a purportedly slow time. When they embarked on their vacation on Saturday morning, my last shift before the layoff ended on Friday afternoon. I posted my ad on Thursday night, and when I arrived back home on Friday, I retrieved my burner from its hiding place and turned it on, eagerly awaiting a text that would potentially lead me back to my previous profession. The phone beeped while I was doing the dishes.
"What's up?"
"Nothing much, just waiting for you." (Corny, I know.)
"Same. Hoping for a blowjob"
"Hoping to give one"
"How much?"
"$150"
"Alright." He supplied an address. The location wasn't immediately familiar, so I had to look it up. It was in a residential area with houses that appeared decent.
I decided to wear a sundress that could be removed promptly. Saving time is essential. Oral sex does not require undressing, but removing the dress would be the same as taking off a t-shirt. I wore the dress without a bra, feeling confident the double layer would conceal my nipples if I encountered a hotel lobby or similar situation. I double-checked my bag to ensure I had condoms, body wipes, and breath mints, and set off.
As less anxious as I was than the previous times I'd done this, it didn't mean I was a bundle of nerves entirely. I didn't care for the notion of visiting someone's house, and I hoped that the police weren't up to any sort of operation that could land me in cuffs. This gent explicitly requested a BJ, which I did not think the cops could do. I could only hope.
GPS directed me directly to his home, but I cruised back and forth a few times, eager for warning signs. A one-story house caught my eye, and the front lawn seemed adequately kept. A huge window flooded light onto the front room, but I didn't notice any inhabitants. Anxiously, I sucked in some oxygen, parked my car on the roadside, and approached the front entrance, my hand in my bag, clutching my pepper spray.
The door opened swiftly before I had an opportunity to ring the bell. A man in his mid-forties greeted me kindly, repeatedly displaying a broad grin. Maybe he regarded me as an acquaintance or, perhaps, he anticipated others peering in. I reciprocated his expression and strolled inside.
His sincere gratitude for my attendance pierced me. I hypothesized he might muster fear or that he yearned for something more personal than admitting he'd pay.
I flashed an approving smirk, vowing to ease him into the process. We navigated toward the living area. He invited me to sit down on the sofa, and he settled next to me, with a little leeway in between us.
I ventured into my tried-and-true ice breaker. "What would you like me to do to make you content tonight?"
His response floored me. "I want a BJ, but can I fondle you first?"
Surprised? No. Unsure how to charge for this? Certainly not. Despite never hesitating to allow a guy to fondle me pre- or post-BJ, I thought about the absence of compensation in these circumstances.
"Sure. It would be remarkable. However, it'd be an additional $100," I dished out a number at random since I hadn't schemed this possibility.
"Can we accomplish it sixty-nine-style?"
Janus' favorite position? No. It required my complete disrobing, which as a ticket holder, should I charge for?
"Certainly. 69-style it is if that's what you desire."
He sauntered toward his pockets and withdrew his wallet from a nearby table. He counted out $250, and my eyes scrutinized every denomination, intent on tucking away the cash without double-checking. Rather than returning to the sofa, he progressed to a separate room.
The pristine sheets intrigued me, bearing the fresh scent of laundro-matic soap. Exceptional sheets sometimes lead to intimate removal. But other men prefer stripping on their own. Framing my mentalhalo, I deduced I might require some direction. He remained lethargic; he hadn't made a move towards me. Taking the lead, I sensed an opportunity. I kneeled on the bed, holding his boxers down. Mere trousers now, he sported a gradually swelling erection.
I helped him onto the bed's center and took off my sandals along with my suddenly value-driven dress, discarding it onto a chair.
There, I negotiated: "Would you like me to put on a condom?" He accepted, and my hand reached intomy bag for a condom. My fingers twisted, quickly unraveling the foil wrapper.
He prepared to lie down, but I brought over a pillow and placed it behind his headrest. Anticipating his passivity to prevail, I positioned my hips to ensure he could access my hot zone. He cozied up below me, cupping my butt, granting me his tongue to explore my nether regions.
Savoring the chance to pleasure myself, I gently impelled my lips to his penis. Avoiding his eyes, I marveled at his girth, and moistened myself in anticipation. My frivolity elicited his excited response. Together, we enjoyed the titillating sensation, setting the tone for a titillating finale.
I raised my pelvis, offering him access to my wetness. He grabbed my hindquarters, engrossed in my genitals, his tongue navigating with skillful vigor. A climax rushed through him, leaving him exhilarated. His euphoria was evident, and I appreciated his self-indulgent quarter-hour.
After a momentary lull, we swapped positions. He guided me over, and I perched parallel to him. My legs spread, displaying my moist opening. He grasped his penis, and positioned it at my entrance.
I reversed place, fingertips holding onto his manhood, ensuring unrelenting rigidity. I appreciated my job: adjusting to his relaxation, offeringmy thick loopers fleeting access. My bareback grind satiated us both. In perfect synchrony, our copulation and subsequent climaxes immersed us into a state of ecstasy.
After we'd spilled, I slid off him and snuggled back into his bosom. He nuzzled my neck and shoulders, and I obliged by kissing him. User-friendly and faintly apologetic, he jotted something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. A hundred, they said. The other hundred was for me. I wished to loathe him, but his cash stifled my objections. Promise me you won't tell, he entreated. I unclenched my jaw, and assured him he was safe.
The thing about sixty-nine is that it's pretty hard to focus on anything else. While I played with his dick, I tried really hard to ignore the tingling sensation I could feel from downstairs. I ran my tongue across his shaft for a bit before taking it in my mouth and moving up and down. I utilized my hands to give him some extra attention by rubbing his balls and stroking his shaft alongside my mouth.
I managed to create an even cadence, going up and down with my hands and mouth, but I couldn't stop my mind from being drawn to how intensely he was licking my clit. He was doing a good job, like good enough to almost make me regret charging him. (Almost.) I wasn't going to release him just because of how awesome he was. He was grazing my clit with his tongue, then licking around it, making my arousal only get higher and higher. Not only was he licking, he was massaging my butt cheeks and brushing along my back and torso.
I needed to focus on the task at hand and try to please him as much as possible, so I brought my mouth off his cock and went all in with the hand stuff. I licked the underside and the tip, then took him back into my mouth. My hands slid up and down his shaft as my mouth did the same. I was giving him an amazing blowjob in my opinion.
He was close to cumming, his body started to tense and his grunts let me know his climax was getting closer. I picked up my pace and he came loud enough for me to hear.
He held me close as I made my way off of him. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and gently kept my pelvis over his mouth. His hands moved up and down my legs as he licked me, and I swelled with excitement, my climax fast approaching. When it finally hit, I fell against him, my mouth on his cock and my hands holding his thighs.
I enjoyed staying relaxed for a bit, feeling like I could soak in the moment before leaving. When I was ready, I pulled myself onto my back and we shared a kiss. "Wow" I said and it wasn't a lie.
"Yeah, wow. Thanks for letting me do that," he said. "I've never done that with a girl before."
"Really? You're a natural then." I felt like I was acting, but I hoped he knew I was speaking honestly about how talented he was.
After spending some time with him, I got dressed and said goodbye. Another fifty bucks was handed to me and I left feeling grateful that I got to experience something so amazing. It was extra rewarding to be paid for it!
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It wasn't that late when I was done with him, but I wasn't in the mood for another session. The last guy was way too satisfying that I would've enjoyed the experience even if he hadn't paid me. Hearing about him paying me for orgasms was surreal. The thought made my arousal levels spike again as I drove away. I fulfilled that need once I got home with my trusty vibrator.
I turned on my burner phone to find a few messages. Only one was worth my time and attention, so I waited for his response. It didn't come, but I still suspected he had found someone else.
In the late afternoon, I got a text asking if I was free. To my surprise, he asked for how much it would cost for regular intercourse. I provided him the price and a new address.
I arrived at this apartment, it was a little unnerving, but it seemed safe enough. I asked if I could use his bathroom as I checked out his place. Finding nothing awry, I went back to him and he gave me money before we had sex. It was predictable and unexciting, but the man last night had ruined me!
While the guy I met earlier was certainly average performers in bed, it was fun to have a little dessert before going home.
Do you recall David back then? He was the elder widower I had dinner with once. He didn't crave sexual encounters but was prepared to pay "for a beautiful woman to accompany him for the evening." He was quite a captivating individual, and somehow I felt a bit awry receiving the payment. He claimed he'd call me soon he returned to town, yet I declined the offer since I didn't want to receive money for a simple dinner.
True enough, he texted me one night, and I consented to dine with him. His choice of restaurant was quite amazing, and I couldn't have afforded it otherwise. Hoping to impress, I donned my dazzling gowns and did my hair intricately. Driving towards the restaurant, I often remembered the movie "Pretty Woman" where it displayed a man who paid a high-class hooker for a night out, except it was obvious this man desired something more enthralling than a conquest. It's rather funny when you consider it, yet now that I reminisce, I can't help but say, "Sorry, Julia Roberts."
The walkway led me to David's table, and he stood erect to greet me and lean in for a cheek kiss. This fellow stood considerably taller than me, and I had to stretch my arms up to embrace him. Resting against a table, he handed me an envelope, which I politely returned.
"David, feasting with you is all the recompense I am interested in. I find delight in your company." I pressed against his chest.
"Yet, you're using up my time. Shouldn't you be given something in exchange for that?"
"I'm not only realizing true enjoyment, but I also cherish conversing with a captivating individual like you. That's ample settlement for me."
His cheeks flushed, and he nodded his comprehension. We ordered luscious meals, and this was by far the best evening I had experienced in months.
While the lady loved being cherished and the millionaire generously spoiled her, I couldn't help but consider if this enigmatic companion had established any intimate connections since his wife's death, and if I might consider returning more than a delightful dinner. I felt at ease, and I wouldn't object to sating more than his hunger for sustenance.
* * * * *
Online, I uncovered a website filled with personal experiences of prostitutes. These individuals posted advice and shared their stories. Often, they deliberated on the privileges of an escort. Thankfully, I discovered these tales provided confirmation that a policeman may try to tempt me into suggesting the services I provided. This applicable discovery lessened my anxiety and urged me to wait for offers before divulging my rates.
Also, I reached the awareness of various "special offers" I'd deny if circumstances arose. Some kinky desires were common in the industry, such as sadomasochism, though never something I'd dreamt of. Nevertheless, I was capable of providing if the precise conditions transpired.
For instance, a man who inquired about anal intercourse. I've encountered this before with a partner I dated; it was quite a unique occasion for him, yet our emotions for one another provided a safe and steady backdrop. With an unfamiliar person, the stakes were a little riskier, so I said no thanks were in order and terminated the interaction.
* * * * *
Don't wish the best for my underlings right now as I've been functioning nonstop, and my "regular" shifts were calmer. I secured clients nearly every evening (and potentially could have more) and earned more money than usual, ultimately raising my emergency reserve. I was pleased to have money for a rainy day when I had no restrictions placed on it.
Climbing into my inbox, I found a proposition for a novel experience I could never even fathom. A text message struck my device one afternoon, requesting availability for a threesome that night, inquiring how much I'd indulge to indulge in this bizarre endeavor.
Regularly, I maintained an exclusive relationship, that is, only one parishioner fondling me at once and was sincerely receptive towards this exciting idea. I was in of it but was uncertain of how it would function. Would the woman suck me off while I was getting f*cked from behind? Whatever it may be, "anal" was an abso****no. Therefore, I inquired about this triple threat's expectations.
No, it bore no resemblance to the act I'd imagined. This man needed a woman to engage in a fantasy for his wife's birthday; the wife would observe this affair from afar.
I sighed and shook my head, since my expertise was interpersonal relationships and catering to affluent men, not pleasing a woman and her spouse alongside. Despite an offer of doubled fees, I withdrew my services, as much as I had relished introducing a new level of intimacy into a dwindling relationship. Therefore, just like the esteemed "Pretty Woman," I denied that request and defeated the ending of the film.
Through a series of texts, we talked about a potential sex encounter. The woman wanted me to play a part in her and her husband's fantasy, where she would perform a sexual act on another woman. Her main desire was to go down on me, while her husband would watch. He had told her that this wouldn't be a full-fledged threesome as he wouldn't participate, just be a spectator. It left me intrigued and conflicted as I had never done anything quite like this before.
After deliberating for a while, I agreed to participate, provided that we negotiated the payment. I asked specifically for $1,500, an amount higher than I had initially anticipated. When my phone beeped, a reply had been sent: "$1500?" Assured that the money was commensurate with the services I would be providing, I asked their preferred date and location.
I decided to dress up slightly more than my usual work attire, wearing a knee-length skirt and a button-up blouse, along with matching undergarments. I wore cotton briefs instead of my usual thongs. Upon arriving at their home in a very exclusive and expensive area, I immediately sensed that my clients had money. The massive two-story house resided on a large property and seemed well-maintained.
Jon, the husband, looked to be in his mid-forties, with a muscular build as if he went to the gym on a regular basis. Robin, the wife, was likely in her late-thirties or early-forties, with brown eyes and long, brown-red hair. Upon observing their clothing, I knew I had made a fashionable choice.
Jon had removed his suit jacket and tie and was now sitting in a chair across from the sofa. Robin and I were seated next to each other on the sofa, facing towards each other. She wanted me to understand her thought process and her expectations, so she told me about her unusual request. She shared that she had never kissed a woman before, and had only fantasized about it recently. She mentioned that she had friends in college who engaged in lesbian experiences but didn't partake in them herself. The couple had always shared their sexual fantasies, and this was their first attempt at fulfilling one with another person. She emphasized that she considered herself straight and believed this would likely be a one-time experience for her.
As we sat there, sipping wine, she questioned me about my own sexual preferences. I expressed that until this point, my clients had all been men, but had done all sorts of things with them - from kissing to intercourse. She asked if I was okay with what they proposed and assured me that we could stop at any point if I felt uncomfortable. I confirmed that we could, adding that I didn't view this as a huge departure from anything I had done before, since I was just playing a role and not engaging in any intercourse.
Suddenly, Robin mentioned that her bra was uncomfortable and asked if she could take it off. I offered to help her, but she reassured me that she could manage it. She unhooked it from behind, and removed it. She revealed that she had chosen to wear a push-up bra, like the ones she wore to compete in pageants when she was younger. She seemed proud of her body and wasn't shy about showing it.
She then asked if I liked her body, to which I replied that it was very normal and quite nice. I proceeded to touch her chest gently, which elicited a response. I decided to initiate the first kiss by leaning in and giving her a soft peck on the lips. She reciprocated with a slightly more aggressive kiss, which made me question if she was more experienced than I had initially thought.
I couldn't resist glancing at her underwear, even though it was slightly inappropriate as it was an expensive house. To my surprise, she had opted for very classy and expensive lingerie. My own underwear suddenly seemed rather ordinary.
Robin whispered that her husband enjoyed browsing lingerie and would often return with surprise purchases. Jon now sat in a position that allowed him to see my chest, but not my face. It dawned on me that this would be a very interesting experience for me, as it felt taboo. He was my first instructor or orchestrator during a professional engagement.
The situation was an intriguing role reversal, as I was now learning to explore pleasing women rather than satisfying male clients. I was unsure as to how soon I would be serving Jon, or even if that was the intention.
After that, Robin explained to me her vision of how we would proceed in the evening, and it was obvious she preferred to be in charge. She had thought this through and had everything planned out. We'd begin by exchanging tender kisses, then move to exploring each other through touch. She was keen for me to caress her above the waist, but also gave me the freedom to touch her anywhere else if desired. She mentioned she would remove my clothes when she felt it was appropriate, and I'd follow suit in return. Once we were down to our underwear, we'd shift to the bedroom.
One thing that intrigued Robin was the feeling of kissing a woman compared to a man. She was curious about the experience of pressing her breasts against another woman and believed it would be sensual. This thought made me wonder too.
Jon, Robin's husband, would be present with us during this encounter, possibly even touching her, but he wouldn't reach out to me. In exchange, Robin planned to fulfill one of Jon's fantasies for his birthday, but she refused to disclose further information.
After hearing what she planned, I told her I was ready and understood the situation. She kicked off her shoes, so I did too, then she scooted over on the couch near me. We faced each other and she hugged me, wrapping her arms around my back. I did the same and placed my hands on her neck. She moved her hands from my back to my side and resumed the caress. In turn, I responded by moving my hands down to hers and matching her movements. This was a familiar sensation from making out with guys.
We began our delicate exchange of kisses. Robin kissed me gently on the lips, surprisingly soft, without the same fervor men often displayed. She pulled away, and we stared at each other before she leaned in again. Our lips met once more, and this time our tongues rubbing against each other made me tingle with excitement.
Her hands slid from my back to my sides as we locked lips. I imitated her and touched her sides in response. This motion was similar to one used with male partners I'd made out with, but something felt different. I recognized my right hand was rubbing the straps of her bra.
As our kissing intensified, she tugged on the back of my hair and caressed my cheek. Her hands played between our lips. Finally, she stopped kissing and placed her head on my shoulder. Then she leaned in and kissed my ear, momentarily astonishing me. This action was often my favorite in romantic encounters, so I responded with a groan of delight. She then returning the favor by kissing and licking my other ear.
As we continued making out, arousal crept up on me. My nipples visibly strained against my bra, and I became increasingly surprised by the growing sensation in my lower regions.
Jackie slid a hand from my side, across my belly, and up. After finding my left breast, she cupped it gently. This was an unfamiliar experience for me, with a woman caressing me, yet I knew it was my turn. In anticipation, I traced my palms down from behind her neck, swiftly to her shoulders, and then back up to her breasts. This time I used my right hand to caress the left side while my left hand wandered to her lower stomach.
Her softness filled my hands, and the sensations blew me away as we touched and massaged each other. I discovered her nipples were erect and ready for interaction. She hadn't been aware I was stimulating her, so I was pleasantly surprised to observe her fondling my nipples too. She was fully immersed in the moment now.
She pushed my blouse open, button by button, pausing to kiss me each time. Her fingers wandered to my bra after undoing the last fastening. She teased the straps and the cups while we exchanged lingering kisses. [5Warning]
Since Robin wanted to be the one guiding the experience, I waited for her to take the initiative. Not long afterward, she unbuttoned my blouse, one by one, pausing after each to lock lips. When she untied the fabric, she slipped it off my shoulders, revealing my bra. She traced the straps and cupped my breasts as we shared intimate kisses. [4Warning]
In my turn, I unfastened her top button. As I proceeded to the second one, I tried to pace myself, but she pulled away, finished unbuttoning her blouse, and removed it. I followed suit, taking off my shirt and tossing it onto the floor.
Her hands quickly found my bra, and mine found hers at the same time. Our nipples were now erect through our bras, and her knees were on the edge of the sofa, so she could lean in for a kiss. Instead of my lips, she traced her tongue around my earlobes. The sound that escaped from me signaled to her how much I enjoyed this. I responded with kisses on her earlobes, her lips, and the nape of her neck, discovering that she, too, enjoyed having her ears touched.
Robin's hands moved around my body, touching my breasts, my stomach, my sides, and my back. Then, finding my bra, she reached under the strap, unhooked it, and moved behind me to unhook the other side. She slid her hands under the straps, around to my stomach, and gently lifted my bra off.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, holding her while allowing her free access to my chest. She gently explored my breasts with her fingers, sliding them up and down, around the sides, and finally, circling and playing with my nipples. I felt my abdomen tense and my vagina become increasingly wet.
I shrugged off my bra, which joined the growing pile of clothing, and paused to look at Robin. I thought about how I'd never paid much attention to the bodies of other women, but this time, I couldn't help but notice hers. It was the first time I'd viewed them as beautiful breasts, round and perky, with erect nipples, matching mine.
While we continued to kiss, I attempted to touch her everywhere - her sides, stomach, back, and of course, her breasts. Yet, I couldn't help but focus on her breasts again. As I caressed them, I heard her show her delight through her moans and noises.
After a lively round of kissing, I glanced at Jon when we paused to breathe. He remained silent, watching us. I smiled at him before returning my attention to Robin.
She mentioned wanting to rub our breasts together, but sitting next to each other on the sofa didn't offer the access we both desired. I whispered for her to straddle me, and she immediately reacted by sitting on my lap and facing me. This time, my hands wrapped around her back, and she placed hers on my shoulders. As we leaned in for another kiss, our breasts pressed against one another.
I wasn't sure what she imagined while fantasizing about this, but I hoped she was enjoying it as much as me. I had never pictured myself in this situation - nor did I consider what it would feel like for breasts to rub against each other. It was absolutely incredible. Our softness pressed together, and our hard nipples rubbed against each other. I felt my arousal intensify as we pressed our lips together, making noises of pleasure.
To my surprise, Robin leaned back, but instead of moving away, she pulled me with her until we were both lying on the sofa, still rubbing breasts against breasts.
In this new position, we had more access to each other's bodies. I kept my hands above her waist, but Robin seized the opportunity and gently massaged my butt cheeks. She enjoyed this and showed it through her louder noises.
When I was preparing for the day, I hesitated between pants and a skirt before deciding on the latter. It turned out to be a wise choice, as her hands reached for my behind and deliberately grabbed the skirt's hem, pulling it up high enough for her to grasp it. As I felt her fingers on the back of my panties, I slid my own hands down to the waist of her pants. I didn't plan to venture below her beltline, but somehow, my hands took on a mind of their own and stroked her from her hips to the top of her thighs.
Her lips kissed my ear once more, then whispered a command for me to stand up. Despite my shock, I managed to do so, although my legs quivered unsteadily. Robin positioned herself in front of me, and her breasts pressed against my back. She encircled my chest with her arms, cupping my breasts and tugging my nipples, all the while kissing the nape of my neck. I was fully aroused by now and was panting heavily.
Robin's hands retreated from my chest and moved across my abdomen, investigating my skirt. She found the hook and the zipper and swiftly undid them both, then shoved the skirt down to my ankles. She subsequently turned me around and faced her, though still in only my panties.
We held each other and exchanged passionate kisses. Remarkably, it turned out to be the first time not just that I had kissed a woman, but also the first time I'd made out with someone shorter than me.
Robin's hands went to the back of my panties, holding my butt cheeks and encouraging me to slide my hands down. I slowly massaged her bum as we kissed, realizing that this signaled the next step. I took a deep breath and explored the front of her trousers for a button, then unzipped them carefully, avoiding any contact with her genitals. I paused and kissed Robin again before unclasping the belt, allowing the trousers to naturally fall to the floor. She left the belt in place and embraced me tightly.
We broke apart but she soon returned to kiss me, inquiring as to my well-being. I confirmed that everything was fine, and she asked the same. Then, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
The room was every bit as lavish as the rest of the house. The room contained the usual bedroom furniture along with a living room-style seating area with a television. I noticed an open closet door, which looked spacious enough to fit an entire bedroom of clothes. However, I mostly focused on the massive king-sized bed situated at the center of the room, occupied solely by the bed covers. Leaning back on the bed, I observed the ceiling in anticipation of her joining me.
And join me she did, lying partially across me, positioning her chest against mine. We reconnected via a deep, passionate kiss. I surrendered to her complete control and waited for her to make the next move. As she kissed me, her hands moved over my body with abandon. To ensure she had complete freedom, I placed my hands gently on her back.
Being intimate with a new partner for the first time carries an exciting sense of anticipation as to when their touch would make contact with the front of my panties and stroke my vagina for the first time. Robin surprised me by focusing instead on my breasts. She worked her lips over my chest, my underboob, and then my belly. When she reached my navel, her tongue briefly flicked it, diverting my attention from her hand's journey toward my very moist panties. I spread my legs to allow her access, and her hand ran up and down my thighs, stopping each time before it touched my now soaked underwear.
The final instance of her digits climbing up my leg, they by no means stopped at my thighs. She orbited around the leg openings and a scant digit shot within the elastic quickly, at that point pulled out. The finger hustled crosswise over to the other side and lazily, enticingly, progressed up the front. When she arrived at my midriff line, her yearning appeared to take away her capacity to torment me any further. Her fingers plunged inside and slid down my lips before they entered me and rapidly discovered my clitoris.
As much as I accept that the mystery to competent climaxes is teasing, and as much as she had been tormenting me for what appeared to be hours, I didn't need her to quit and fortunately she didn't. Her mouth came back to my nipples and her finger moved up and down on my clitoris until I came forcefully.
When I did, Robin quit and came close to me. We embraced with her arm encompassing me. I drifted in that post-orgasmic euphoria, not even considering how it was a lady who had conveyed me there. Ultimately, the emotion faded away and I gazed at her then drew her in for an intense kiss.
She grinned and inquired "Would you have the option to deal with one more one?"
"Obviously."
She climbed up on her knees close to me and started to slide my pants down. I lifted my hips to help and when they arrived at my ankles, I kicked them off. My guidelines had been that when she undressed me, I'd undress her however rather than sitting tight for me, she pulled off her very own pants, leaving us together totally nude.
I'm as yet stunned by the way that someone who is compensating me for sex gave me an excellent climax. The following segment of her dream was going down on me yet when she did, that would have to leave her disheartened as hellfire. Robin hadn't favored that I do anything to relieve her pressure and I wouldn't hop to do anything be that as it may, I as yet pondered.
She lay once again close to me and we cuddled for some time. At that point, she guided me to sit up. She grabbed a couple of cushions from the other side of the bed and showed me that I ought to lie down on them. At that point, moving away from me and sliding down the bed, she arranged herself so she was laying between my legs, looking straightforwardly at my crotch.
Her hands were at the best of my legs and for some time, she lay there staring up at me. Gazing down, I could see the highest point of her head and every now and again, her eyes looking upward. I looked down the length of her body, admiring the backside and taking note of the roundness of her butt.
She inhaled at me and afterward moved her mouth in, licking up, to the outside of my lips, crosswise over, and afterward back down the other side. She did that a few times and, unmistakably over my climax, I got a sudden whip of yearning. I needed to battle against an urge to move my pelvis around so that her mouth would meet the piece where I needed it. Instead, I reminded myself that this was her dream, not mine.
Robin's tongue licked gradually up my lips, pushing them separated a little and afterward her tongue entered me and moved up to my clitoris. I've heard that one of the draws to youngster on-youngster sex is that one lady knows what another lady needs. I don't have any idea in the event that that's valid since what I need isn't the same each time. In any case, regardless, whether she realized what I needed or essentially was doing what she needed, it was the correct thing. She licked around my clitoris then moved up and down it. She put her fingers in me pulling my lips separated, and then licked the shaft of my clitoris, before teasing me by moving far from it.
As of now, a subsequent climax comes rapidly or it takes a while. At times number two effectively raises its head and is insignificant, almost frustrating. If I'm with someone who is tolerant and teases me, a subsequent climax can be like a volcano detonating.
Robin was skillfully teasing me, licking my clitoris, at that point pulling away, at that point going once again to it. I shut my eyes to focus on the feeling. My hands were on my bosoms and I was pulling at my nipples, including to my arousal and my moans were presumably obvious to anyone inside a mile.
Then, I understood that it wasn't only my own moans that I was hearing. I opened my eyes to see what was going on and saw that Jon was remaining behind her and as she licked me, he was sliding in and out of her from behind. He and I essentially stared at each other, with his significant other between us, giving us a chance to experience pleasure.
With the long stretches that we had provoked one another and from what she needed to be feeling from his development, I don't have a clue how she could zero in on what she was doing to me yet fundamentally she did. Again, she carried me to the edge and backed away. His rhythm didn't appear to break and her moans coordinated his development.
Finally, I knew that I was going to go over the edge. Dealing with my passive job, I wrapped my legs around Robin's neck, holding her face into me. She reacted to this sign yet deserted her endeavor to torment me, she went all out licking my clitoris. [
A few nights ago, my friends and I all arrived simultaneously, but that's too magical for words. I appeared, watching Jon and Robin have sex from behind. I'm not sure if it was quick or long, as I was in a state of ecstasy following my own orgasm. Eventually, he accomplished his climax and fell onto her.
For an unknown duration, we remained in that position before Robin mentioned her need to use the restroom. She led me to the guest bathroom, then waited for me while I washed up. She embraced me afterwards and expressed her gratitude.
"I'm glad that's what you desired. Thank you."
"I also enjoyed it. So, thank you."
We continued to the living room, where I retrieved my items. I was uncertain if they expected more, but they could have asked if they wanted. I considered proposing that I spent the night, but Robin retrieved a dressing gown and, seemingly ready to part ways, I retrieved my clothes. She directed me to the exit, wrapping her arm around my waist.
She suddenly detoured to a side table and extracted some cash from a drawer. She offered it to me, which I pocketed. Lastly, she shared that the encounters were intended as a romantic fantasy but she may contact me again. I said I'd be ready if she did but I had doubts about contact.
I drove home, returning almost eight hours later, feeling grateful for the two fulfilling orgasms and the $500 reward.
The sun had begun to rise when I arrived home. A quick wash and return to my bed revived my thoughts on the previous night's events. The financial gain and the pleasurable intimacy will stay with me.
My store manager sent a message, stating they were home and having an exquisite trip. Envious of their adventure. I, meanwhile, was scheduled to work the next day at 10:00.
If all clients were as lovely as Robin and Jon and granted me such income, I would abandon my employment at the store in a heartbeat. I acknowledged my boss's welcome home message, ready for their return.
However, my following evenings were not such pleasant experiences.
The first client sought oral satisfaction, his preferable service. Arriving at the address, I spotted a large apartment complex. Although it looked innocuous from the outdoors, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. His apartment interior carried a musty odor and his speech lacked hygiene, so I declined to serve him. Let's hope he utilizes another escort with a slightly fresher scent.
The second customer requested sexual intercourse, so I showed up at his home. It appeared tidy and smelled fine. Before he was completely naked, he instructed me to lie down on his bed, my limbs dangling over the edge. He put a condom on and joined me. At least, he climaxed quickly, lest I be assaulted by more foreplay. Also, he didn't tip, yet I didn't mind.
To sum up, 2 enjoyable climaxes and a $500 bonus from my previous client; a night of revealing happiness, then two dreary encounters that reiterated the downsides of my occupation. Perhaps if all my engagements were as pleasurable as that initial night... but it rarely happens.
Although working half-time at the store had reduced my income, the earnings from the past two weeks covered what I had aimed for in my emergency fund. After returning to work, I recognized that my future didn't involve a career in retail sales and my concerns about security had intensified. My learning about financial planning intrigued me, so I explored possible careers in this field.
Next week, I'll be enrolling in classes at the community college. While it will take some time to travel there, my bosses have been supportive and have adjusted my work schedule to accommodate my studies. I decided against renewing my advertisement and stored my temporary phone away. While I'm hopeful that I won't need it again, it's still there if necessary.
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