I'm always a bit nervous when I visit someone for the first time. Yes, there is the excitement of a new body to play with, new tastes, textures, scents. all the things that make women so appealing, but it's always a difficult to know where to start. When they make the booking our controller tries to get some idea of what they want so she can send the best escort for them. It's not just body type or hair colour either; it's more personality and attitude. One of the words Helen, today's booking, used was 'firm' so we have taken that to mean that she wants someone to take control, someone to bring out her submissive side - some one like me!
She opens the door wearing a short denim button through skirt and tightly fitting blouse, low cut exposing some very attractive cleavage, better yet she is obviously braless and her nipples are poking through the thin material. She's in her early 30's, shoulder length brown hair, almost my height and looking a little flushed and breathless. I'm sure she is as nervous as me so I immediately take control.
"Hello, you must be Helen. I'm Marco, may I come in?"
She shows me through to a tastefully decorated lounge, a brown leather sofa and an arm chair, nice rug, clean pale wood dining table and chairs in the corner. I put down my briefcase as she turns towards me and stammers
"Would you like a drink, I've got tea, coffee, wine beer." She lets it tail off so I ask for a beer and she almost runs through the door at the end of the room. I hear the noise of a fridge opening and the clink of bottles, before she returns thrusting a bottle of Peroni towards me.
"thank you, here's to a nice afternoon." I say as I touch the tip of my bottle against hers before sipping some of the cool lager. She gulps at hers and I decide that we need to move on before she changes her mind, and given the sexy way her ass moved in that short skirt I wasn't going to let that happen!
I put my beer down and gave her an apologetic smile before asking for the formalities to be observed and she passes me the all important envelope. As I put it into my briefcase I pull out a short leather riding crop, only about 18 inches long but with some threatening flexibility in the tip.
I wave it towards her, making the end twitch and watching her almost jump away, her eyes getting wider and wider.
"Now Helen, I have a complaint already." I say, slowly shaking my head "Peroni is a nice drink but you really should serve it at the right temperature, that was far too warm."
"Errr, sorry Marco." she says, looking a little bewildered.
"perhaps you can make it up to me." I say, "maybe you could help me off with my jacket."
She puts down her bottle and comes over to me and helps me off with it before hanging it over the back of one of the dining chairs.
"Now the shirt."
She looks both terrified and excited by now as she carefully slips each button from its hole until she reaches my waist. She then opens the buttons on my sleeves before turning again to my waist.
"Undo the belt please Helen."
She slips that off and I can both hear and feel her breathing getting deeper as I tell her to pull my shirt out from my trousers and off. As she hangs it with my jacket I sit down with my legs outstretched. I don't need to say anything as she kneels down, exposing an ocean of thigh and cleavage as she unties my laces before slipping off my shoes and socks. She rises and puts them with my other clothes before turning towards me expectantly.
"Very good Helen, I'm feeling much better about your error now but I do think you may need a little more to remember it by."
I stand and pick up a cushion and walk over to the table, moving a chair out of the way so the end is clear. Putting the cushion down on the edge of the table I turn and take her hand - it's the first time we have touched and she jumps a little as if it is now real, that flesh will be meeting flesh quite soon - and move her so that she is bending forward over the table with the cushion under her hips. Stretched forward like that I can see all the way up her skirt and her rounded ass cheeks are split by what looks like a transparent white thong.
"How many strokes of this do you think you deserve Helen?" I ask as I touch the back of her leg with the riding crop. "Shall we say six as there were probably six bottles in the pack?"
She doesn't say anything, just breathes ever deeper.
I bring it down on her skirt fairly lightly, just making more sound than using force.
She gasps and jerks her head back.
"Count for me Helen, how many was that?"
"One."
I hit her again.
"Two."
And again.
"Three."
The forth one is harder and she squeals.
"Four."
The next one is about the same and produces a yelp.
"Five."
The last one is the hardest yet but she doesn't move too much, just gasps.
"Six."
Putting down the crop I pull her gently upright, turning her around before lifting her so she is sitting on the table edge, her legs either side of my thighs.
"Well, now, that wasn't so bad was it?" I murmur before leaning in and kissing her deeply, my hands running through her hair as I pull her lips tight onto mine, my tongue rolling and swirling over hers. I break off to whisper into her ear, gently biting the lobe between words.
"But if you don't take that blouse off by the time I count to three then I'm going to rip it off."