I believe a short introduction is in order before we delve off into my day to day fulfillment of people's wildest and sometimes most innocent, fantasies. I call myself Annalise. I work at The Playhouse. It's very exclusive and upscale and we do everything from therapeutic sensual massage to full out bondage S&M. And most importantly, the mistresses and masters all have the option to engage in sexual contact with their patrons or not to. So, it's not like I work at a brothel. But it is a nympho's dream come true.
Our clientele is usually very well to do executive types, rich housewives that never see their husbands and other people that have enough money that they get whatever they want, whenever they want. I've even had a well-known actor or two in the time I've worked there. But, that's enough background, let me tell you about the session I had today.
I have a client that is a CEO of a very profitable company, both of which will remain un-named. His fantasy is for me to dress in my schoolgirl outfit and spank him as he masturbates. Pretty tame compared to some, no real sexual contact. I feel more like a therapist in this, as he tells me all his problems at work, how his wife hasn't had sex with him since they conceived their 4-year-old son, and how he doesn't understand what happened to his life. Today was his weekly session, and I expected things to go as they had for the past 8 or 9 months. I was there, in my sex kitten schoolgirl uniform, ready with his favorite paddle, waiting for him to come in, take off his incredibly expensive suit and prepare himself, but today he came into my suite in a tizzy.
"I want a change today, if that's ok," he said, practically tearing off his suit jacket.
"Anything you desire," I replied, putting the paddle back on its hook on the wall. "What would you like?"
"I want you," he said matter-of-factly, looking me up and down as if he'd never seen me before. "I've wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you but felt guilty about it. No more. I want to taste you, I want to feel you around me. That is allowed, yes?"
"Oh yes. Most definitely." I never take clients that I'm not attracted to. This client I was especially attracted to. He had a slim, perfectly defined physique with a slight tan from long weekend getaways to the Bahamas, dark hair and steely blue eyes. He was the kind of guy that a normal girl would melt over, and deep down inside, I really am a normal girl. On top of all that he had a beautiful cock that every time I saw it, all I could think about was running my tongue all over the thick head of it and taking the whole thing in my mouth.
He sat down on my bed, wringing his hands, a look of resolve on his face. It was his anniversary today and he had almost canceled his appointment, he explained. However, when he met his wife for lunch with tickets to the opera and a beautiful new platinum and diamond ring, which at this point, he had just offered to me, she asked for a divorce. What a bitch.
The ring box hit the floor as he grabbed me roughly, pulling me down onto his lap and hungrily kissing me. I could feel his hard cock, barely restrained by his slacks and I wanted it so bad I could hardly stand it. My head went all fuzzy and my pussy got all warm and wet just thinking about it. The buttons of my shirt went flying as he ripped it open. "God, they're beautiful," he sighed, cradling my breasts in his hands, admiring them as if they were works of art. The white lace demi-cups were literally overflowing and my hard little nipples were poking over the top. He pushed the lace down just a little more and took one of my nipples in his mouth. Gentle nibbling lead to something a little rougher that had me moaning in absolute pleasure. Usually I'm the one in a dominant role, even with the men that come into my office. They want a dominatrix type, and I'm ok with that overall, but sometimes, I just want to be taken. I want to be tossed around, in a careful not to kill me kind of way, but I want to feel like I'm a girl sometimes, not always an Amazon. Today was going to be my lucky day because he certainly was in the mood to take control and at 6 foot 2, in perfect athletic shape; he would be able to toss me around no problem.
He reached around and unhooked my bra with a snap of his fingers and shoved my shirt and bra straps off my shoulders. I was kind of bound, as the two tangled up a little as they got pushed down my arms. He took that as an opportunity to grab my ass and stand. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he stepped over to my bed. He kind of tossed me down and started talking off his clothes. The tie and shirt were thrown aside, the belt pulled out of the slacks and laid on the bed beside my feet before the slacks and silk boxer shorts were puddled at the foot of the bed. I wiggled up towards the top of the bed as he climbed up on top of me. One hand ran up my thigh and hooked the string of my matching lace string bikini bottoms. I lifted my ass up off the bed slightly to help him pull them off. He shoved my schoolgirl shirt up around my waist and he wasted no time burying his beautiful cock in my dripping wet pussy. I had freed myself of the shirt and bra and my hands were running up and down his chest, over his wonderful shoulders and into his thick dark hair. His mouth was on mine again as he pounded his cock in my pussy, our tongues flicking back and forth, unable to get enough of one another.
