My life has changed considerably since changing my career from boring 9-5 job to spy like stripper. I'll skip all the small details, but the good stuff; sex, info selling and escorting, that I'll definitely tell you all about.
Antonio, my guy, I call him that cause I don't like saying boyfriend. I suspected him of being in porn, but it turns out that he's just a really sweet guy with a body to die for and a penis that can kill. He has been really supportive of me and my career choices. More importantly, Antonio is very submissive and that I take pleasure in the most about him. Although, I'd never take advantage of his kindhearted nature. Tony has been my rock to hold onto in a sea of torential waves.
I worked at the strip club for only a few short months before moving on up in the world. So, let me continue where I left off before getting to that point. I quit my 9-5 and became a stripper full time. I told Antonio he could quit and be my full time sex slave, but he just laughed at the thought of having a sugar momma and said he doesn't want to be a burden, which I understand. He now lives with me in my crappy place only until my money builds up some more so that I can move us out of this crap hole.
Tony helps me out with the bills and he also does the cooking and the cleaning. He's a really good pet after all. His greatest contribution at home for me is in the bedroom. Oh, lest I forget also the floor, kitchen, bathroom, living room and anywhere else I may want him. He's so sweet to me.
I especially like it when he tries to send me romantic text. It's not Shakespeare, but it's cute. Love notes here and there throughout the day. Then, all of a sudden it's full blown dick pics that make me laugh. Not at his size, cause it's anything but small. It's what he text along with it. Things he wants to do to me and also what he likes me doing to him. He can be so vulgar, but I like it. It can be... arousing. So, after his naughty sexting, I have to show him a thing or two about who's boss in this relationship. Of course I send him words to tease and that could make you orgasm. Also, I send him pics of me masturbating. That probably does the trick.
Our love life consits of mainly sex, food, Netflix and sleep. Not necessarily in that order and may include all of the above at the same time. Like that time we had sushi delivered when we were watching Netflix and I became the serving table. Don't get me wrong, I love the sex and being in control of it, but I'd like more intimate conversations with Antonio that don't always turn into sex. When I do learn not to turn every conversation we have into sex I'll have let you know. Still, it'd be nice to talk intimately with him though.
He just drives me crazy. I hate to say this, but I think I love him. He says it to me a lot by the way, but I don't. I just smile. I don't want to hurt him. I mean, he understands my work and my extra curricular activities with my clients at times and that it's all just business. I tell him every dirty detail. No secrets. It's cute how he gets jelous, but I'm just not sure I want to tell him how I feel just yet. What if I end up hurting him?
Anyways, I digress. Enough of my ramblings of love. Back to the story at hand. That sushi take out sex was incredible.
So, we order sushi and when it arrives we're watching some love story on Netflix. We're sitting on the couch and I have this brilliant idea that I once seen a pic of. I tell Tony about it and to get naked. Of course he was undressed in a flash. Then I tell him how I want him to put the food on me. He gets instantly hard. I swear he should be in porn. Tony is hard at the drop of a hat. Or of my panties.
Anyways, I undress seductively to tease him and then I start to dance for him. I can't help but to bring my work home. After some dancing and grinding him into a sexual frenzy, I lay myself down on our coffee table. Ok. It's more of a sex table than anything else. So, I lay down and he places the food all over my body. I had him take a pic of me cause it looked too pretty.
He then began to devour the sushi off of my tits and I laugh at how it tickles my nipples. I try to remain still as I can. Next, he takes a piece in his mouth and crawls on top of me like a big cat stalking his prey. His shoulder movements are seductive as hell. His muscles flex, showing off his raw beauty. His dick hangs enticingly low, swaying side to side in a hypnotic way. I gasp, holding in a breath as it rubs over my body. Leaning into his waiting kiss, I take hold of the sushi with my teeth and eat it until our lips entwine. It was delicious. His tongue explored my mouth and found me wanting more. Tony stops our kiss short only to leave me with a burning desire. Then, he tells me how tables don't move. Oh, he's learning from me almost too well. I lay back down, fighting the urge not to take control.
Antonio rains kisses down onto my sticky sweet body. His eyes take my gaze prisoner. Locked away willingly deep into his passionate soul. He never let go as he sucked each nipple until I moaned my pleasure. When i began to moan for him, he just stopped and watched me. Searching my bodies reactions to see if I will lose control. I can't remain still much longer. His tongue slithers down my belly, leaving me all wet. It tickles me and i start to squirm and giggle. All of my muscles scream out in agony to seize his body, but I refrain from losing my control.
I can't see him as I lay still, but I hear him let out an almost inaudible laugh. After he eats the sushi between my legs, he just quits and says that he's done. That's when i lost it.
