'My name is Sue and I'm a complete cum-slut. What more do you need to know? Come over to see me and I'll milk your cock for you, making you spurt your hot cum over my face or tits, maybe even in my mouth. And I always swallow!'
That was the advert I placed online in a 'massage' forum. I figured I could make some money out of my love of cocks and cum and offering reasonably priced massages seemed an easy way to start.
Well, I wasn't prepared for the deluge of emails that followed barely an hour after my ad went live. There must have been forty emails waiting for me when I logged on and as I was reading them, more kept pinging into my mailbox.
A lot of them were fake, of course. Probably from horny teenagers who liked the idea of what I was offering but wouldn't or couldn't take me up on it.
There were, however, plenty of polite enquiries. Now, I'd done a bit of research before I decided to become a cum-extractor! It seems that with escorting, a full service isn't for everyone. A lot of men go for what they see as a guilt-free massage that just happens to end with some 'relief'. This was the kind of guys I was hoping to attract.
I'm not a stick-thin, twenty-something model, so I wouldn't expect men to queue up to want to fuck me for £200 a go, but I am presentable and I'm good with my hands! I'm late thirties, not in bad shape even if I do like cookies a little too much and I've been told, quite pretty. Pretty with an undercurrent of filthy, as my last boyfriend described me, which I liked.
I took a brief massage course at the local college before advertising, not because I couldn't rub my hands over a guy's body erotically. More to make sure I didn't do something that would cause any damage to clients. Generally speaking, I like men and I don't want to cause any of them any harm. The course was straightforward and now here I was, ready for action and a long list of potential clients to reply to.
The easiest thing to do would be to draft a generic email, which included my availability, prices and my phone number. I could reply to every promising message I received with the same email, then it would be up to them to ring me and make a booking.
I also cheekily placed an ad on Craigslist, entitled "Heavy Cummers Required" and put a few scant details about what I was offering. You never know!
I received my first phone call about 30 minutes after I'd sent the generic email replying to the first thirty-five email enquiries I'd had that looked promising. Yes, thirty-five. I counted them!
"Hi, is that Sue?" enquired the caller.
"Yes, hello, how can I help you?" I asked politely, in my best telephone voice.
"Are you really a cum-slut?" came the reply.
I hesitated as I thought my very first call was about to be a dickhead who was probably jerking himself off as we spoke. I decided not to pre-judge as it was my first enquiry.
"Well, you read the ad, so I'm sure that's why you're calling me." I stated, slightly tersely.
A pause followed, by an apologetic "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I've never done this before. Um, My name is Mike and I'm interested in coming to see you for a massage."
OK, I thought to myself. Maybe he is nervous calling me. Not all guys are super-confident alpha males, are they? I decided to relent.
"Sure, Honey, if you want me to relieve you of a nice cum load, I'm your girl. When did you have in mind?" I said, in a more playful tone.
I heard a cough, then Mike said "Really? Awesome. Are you free this afternoon by any chance?"
I ummmed and aaahed for a second or two, not wanting him to know he was my first client.
"I have a half hour slot at 2.30 and an hour slot at 3.00. Any good?" I asked.
"Mmm, 2.30 please, that would be great," replied Mike, eagerly.
I gave him my address and parking instructions, confirmed the £50 fee, then said goodbye. Now all I had to do was get myself ready and I have to admit, my pussy was tingling with anticipation. I had no idea what this guy would look like, but I was only interested in his cock really, so I wasn't bothered if he was an Adonis or a fat old 'geezer'.
I took two more phone calls before 2.30 and both booked me for the next day. I was off to a promising start.
I had asked Mike to phone me five minutes before 2.30 to confirm. I'd read that there are a lot of time wasters in this game. Or maybe he would lose his nerve -- he did say he'd never done this before. I would act like I was experienced and try and relax him. Once I got my hands on his best bits, I had no doubt in my ability to make him spurt!
2.25 and my phone rang. Mike said he had just turned into my apartment block car park. I told him to come right to the front door and I would buzz him up. I waited with slightly sweaty palms and the buzzer sounded. I pressed 'enter' and waited for him to knock on my door.
Wow, he must have sprinted up the stairs. A gentle tap on the door sounded and I opened it fully, allowing him to walk right in. I closed the door and turned to look at my first ever client.
Hmm, not bad! He was about my age and looked quite dapper in his business suit. He also looked very nervous, so I offered him a drink, which he declined. He handed me the fee without me asking for it, which was nice, so I showed him into the bathroom and asked him to shower. He took the towel I offered him and I left him to it.
I was sat on the edge of the bed wearing only a short white smock when he reappeared, the towel around his waist, his clothes draped over his arm. I had also removed my panties, so if Mike got the urge to explore my body with his hands, he wouldn't be disappointed!
I pointed to the wall hooks and watched him hang his clothes up. He turned to face me and looked very sheepish, so now was my opportunity to get things going.
"OK, Mike, if you could lose the towel and lay face down on the bed, we'll get started," I said, assertively.
