John M booked me one night after a long week of eighteen hour days and stressful meetings. He was a repeat customer, and I knew what he liked- all of his dirty little fantasies, and erection-causing tricks. This session promised to be both exciting, and strenuous, as he often wore me out with his demanding positions and his stamina.
This session started with me meeting him at the door to his hotel suite the way he’d requested- in nothing but cheek hugging panties and a bra three sizes too small. As he opened the door to admit me, I released my jacket flaps, allowing my hoodie to fall open. His eyes suddenly darkened and his gaze shifted from my face to my breasts, then down to my belly and thighs.
“Mmmmmm hmm,” he sighed, stepping back to widen his view and admit me to the room. As I stepped around him, I brushed against him on purpose, taking pleasure in the size-able bulge I could feel there.
I sauntered past, swaying my hips and standing taller with my shoulders back, to accentuate the perkiness of my breasts. I’d made it half way across the room before he grabbed me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and placing his hands beneath my scant garments.
“Oh yeah, you’re already wet for me,” he whispered in my ear, with a nibble of my lobe.
His touch enticed me even more, and I grinded my bottom into his massive erection.
“Have you been a naughty girl? Do you need to be punished?” He asked, hugging me tighter, and ushering me to the bed.
As he pushed my head down into the mattress and pulled my bottom up to his crotch, I prepared myself for his entry. It was often this way with him during his more stressful weeks- he wasted no time in forcefully and passionately having me. In these moments, with his desirous intensity, I wasn’t sure who enjoyed it more- him, or me.
In one fell swoop, he spread my thighs, while pushing my panties out of the way. He then entered me with a force that had me gripping the bedspread to keep from shooting forward, and away from his delicious cock. For the next several moments, he continually thrusted, pounding into me over and over. His grip on the back of my neck tightened harder, as his grunts became louder. I was so wildly aroused that a few cycles more had me orgasming, my cum spilling out and down my thighs. My screams of pleasure could not be muffled, though my face was crushed against the bed’s comforter.
His climax, likely spurned by my reaction, was apparent, as he froze up, crying out in ecstasy. He was then completely still, as he lay covering me, his erection softly remaining inside me.
We were still for several minutes, absorbing the feel of each other. These moments were my favorites with clients like John M. With ones like him, such a relationship had developed that the intimate human contact was both invigorating and comforting. I knew he must feel the same, since we nearly always cuddled after sex; even when it happened multiple times in a session.
The stillness was broken up by John, who began lazily caressing my hip and belly. I shuddered with enjoyment, and he sped up his lazy circles.
My breathing was becoming erratic, when he swiftly turned me to face him, before placing a quick nibble at my collar bone, and neck. My thighs wrapped around his waist, and my pelvis grinded against his, as if of their own volition, in anticipation of what we would likely soon do again.
“Not so fast, my naughty little vixen,” he whispered, with another nip of my lobe. Though I’d half expected it, I still yelped quietly when his teeth met my flesh. I then rubbed myself against him more firmly. I wanted to gain some relief from the pressure growing inside me, as well as entice him into giving me that which I so fervently desired.
“No ma’am!” He commanded, grabbing both wrists and pulling them above my head. I used my legs to lift my pelvis, needing to feel him there.
His wicked smile gleamed at me, alerting me that I was in for some delicious teasing. This guy- my John, as I’d begun to think of him- knew how to play my body; knew of the things to do to turn me on the hardest. I struggled several moments more before giving up, resigned to my pleasured fate.
He continued shackling my wrists and watching me. His crooked, sexy smile told me he was getting as much pleasure from my plight as he was giving.
“That’s right. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the things I’m going to do to you,” he told me, shifting his weight so that he had my thighs pinned by his. With one hand, he continued holding my wrists above my head. With his other, he shoved my bra forcefully up, allowing it to lay on my face. It covered my eyes, blinding me to the show he was making of undressing me.
The next thing I knew, he was removing my panties, shimmying them down from one side of my body, and then the other. My heart hammered in my chest, in anticipation of what he would do. As soon as my panties were off, I knew, as they were pushed into my mouth.
“There! Now you can taste yourself. Just like I’m about to taste you.” He then pulled my wrists to my left hip, and settled himself between my thighs, where his loose hairs tickled me.
Where my sight was cut off, my other senses were heightened, and it took all of my inner strength not to giggle, or attempt to kick him off of me. Not that I would’ve likely been successful, had I tried. His iron grip at my wrists, along with the strength with which he held my legs still, assured my absolute immobility.
As I lay still, arms to one side, with him nestled between my legs, I felt his breath on me. It caused my pubic hair to sway, and made my mouth go dry. He had never performed cunninglingus on me- I had always politely declined, thinking of it as more intimate then I was willing to experience with a paying customer. But this time, I knew, there’d be no refusing, and no turning back. Once he began eating me up, I’d be devoured by him until the end, when I climaxed into his eagerly waiting mouth.
I felt his weight shift, and knew he was about to take me. I stilled myself, ready for his invasion. When it didn’t happen, I relaxed slightly, wondering what he was doing. Was he studying my most personal spots, seeing the flaws there? Was he smelling me? Perhaps he scented my arousal. It seemed that my being turned on often resulted in a more ravenous sexual appetite for my various clients.
The build up enticed me further, and I tightened and released my vagina muscles, hoping to gain some relief that way. I felt his hair tickle my inner thighs again as he rearranged himself. It felt as though he’d shifted from prone to side-lying, which told me he was probably as sexually needy as me.
I finally became very still, my breathing loud in my own ears. I could feel him on top of me, his body positioned between my thighs. His grip on my wrists had remained a steady, iron-tight shackle. As ready as I was for him, it seemed I’d have to wait patiently, until he decided to end his sexual taunting.
Resigned to my fate, I waited. Until suddenly, his mouth clamped onto my clit, his fingers entering me simultaneously. Taking his time, he devoured me. His fingers worked me, rhythmically moving in and out. The panties that were my gag failed to stifle my moans, which were becoming increasingly louder.
As he worked me up, higher and higher, pushing me closer towards the edge, my hips bucked, as I frantically sought release. My movements were so erratic and strong- likely strengthened by my overwhelming need to orgasm- that my wrists broke free. My hands flew to the top his head as I rode him harder where I needed him. His fingers played me faster as bucked harder and faster against his mouth. The exquisite pressure continued building, as he stoked my fire, until back arched, I orgasmed, pulling his face impossibly further into to me.
His finger work stopped, but he remained affixed to my core. As I lay sprawled, enjoying the sensations in my body, his lips continued moving on me. At first, the contact felt good, but I was so sensitive, it became too much, and I clamped my thighs closed around his head.
When he continued licking, I twisted and turned, needing the building pressure to stop. This only seemed to push him further, as his arm moved to settle over my hips, holding me still for him to continue his feast. I pushed at his head while pulling away, but was unable to get him to stop.
Finally, I removed my gag. “It’s too much, I can’t take it,” I plead.
He slowed and gave me his most wicked smile, before lifting his face just enough to say, “I think you can, and you will take it. Unless you tell me your safety word.”
He watched me, from where he lay poised between my thighs, his lips performing a soft massage, even as he spoke to me. When I said nothing, but lay their silently contemplating, he returned to his feast, only this time his touch was much lighter. I closed my eyes and settled in, soaking up the delicious feelings that he paid to my already heavily-firing nerve endings. Again, he pushed me higher and higher, towards an invisible, but ecstasy-laden cliff. I rode the waves, until finally, I exploded, cumming again into his eager mouth.
“That’s it, I want all of you,” he whispered against my core.
I orgasmed over and over, until he released me.
His movements had me opening my eyes to watch him, in anticipation of his next move. He raised himself above me, and then bent himself over me. After spreading my legs wider to accommodate him, he moved forward, entering me. It was one of the most delicious joinings I had ever experienced, and I groaned while lifting my hips to meet him.
This time, he went excruciatingly slow, gliding in and out of me. We moved back and forth into each other, like we were dancing a silent, horizontal tango. I watched the intense, dreamy expressions chase across his face as he watched me. Between the growing sensations he created in me, and his increasing moans, I was becoming worked up again.
I watched him several turns more, before closing my eyes to really soak up the sensations.
His speed suddenly increased, as his hand found its way to the front of my throat. I couldn’t help but cry out, the pleasure becoming too much to contain.
“That’s it, Jewel, cum for me,” he cooed, just loud enough over my moans for me to hear him. His words were like instant enticement, causing me to orgasm the second they’d left his mouth.
He thrust into me harder, before crying out his pleasure, and achieving his own orgasm, filling me with his seed in the process. We then lay together, connected in some mock-intimate bond, until we both fell asleep.
John M is currently my favorite client. Accepting the small fortune he pays me for my services often feels like I’m cheating him. He would never take no for an answer, regardless. In the meantime, I will continue to enjoy our mutually beneficial arraingement.