Inside his front door he dispensed with any other greeting but to touch a finger to my lips as if to indicate that nothing need be said. And with that he moved the finger slowly down my chin, across my throat, towards the first button on my blouse. One by one he took them apart, each one meaningfully undone until he could peel back the curtain and reveal my red pushup bra as it framed my breasts. Pretty as a picture. That was how he looked at them, as if he was seeing some grand art. He took his time with everything and ran his hands caressingly up and down the lines of my bra strap, eventually easing the straps over the sides of my shoulders, still not quite revealing my nipples.
It was like he didn't want to miss anything along the way. Like a tourist in New York City for the first time, his eyes moved everywhere. This surely wasn't his first time but it was his first time having me and even though I was his escort for the evening he made me feel like I wanted him too.
As he removed my bra and slid the cups purposefully over my nipples I was getting hotter than hell and he'd soon find that my pussy wouldn't need any priming. I was already plenty wet and ready. The bra dropped to the floor and as he held my breasts he moved his tongue around my hard nipples and I was starting to go crazy.
What the fuck was going on? Thanks to my friend Anna I was a professional now and he made me feel like I was on my first date. I could already see the outline of his stiff cock through the crotch of his pants. Where most guys would be ripping my clothes off he was concerned with all the little things, as if that would make the experience richer.
Then he stopped and said, "Tease me, Dinah." And with that he removed all his clothes and sat on the sofa, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, half dressed and slightly unsure where he wanted to go.
"You're an escort. That right?"
"Yes," I said.
"Well then, you know how to make men want you bad enough that they'd step over one another to get to you. I'm just going to sit here and stroke my cock while you make me want you so much that when I finally take you I'll be half out of my mind. The point is; tease me mercilessly like a stripper but don't let me have it, Dinah. By the time I can't stand it anymore all bets are off and I'll just take you." He clearly liked to dirty talk.
So I went from hot date to mistress. Keeping my breasts covered with my arm I slinked toward him and when I got close enough I slapped him across the face, and not gently at that. He was startled but then a small grin came over his face and he jerked his cock a little faster.
I slapped him again. "Listen little bitch,"'I said defiantly, "I'll bet you'd like to have this pretty pussy but I'm not playing your games tonight." Then I ran my fingers underneath my skirt and and masturbated in front of him. I licked my fingers one by one, touching my lips. Then I turned my back to him and bent over, pulling my panties aside to reveal what he desired.
He jerked his cock even harder. "You want me to fuck you, don't you, you little tease?"
"No," I said, "my tight, juicy pussy is off limits to you. You can look but you can't touch." I ran my hand over the curvature of my fabulous behind and drove him even crazier. "You don't get to bang this prime real estate."
I didn't know how much longer he could hold out but I figured it couldn't be long.
What eventually unleashed the beast was when I had removed my panties to the floor and leaned forward over the back of an armchair and like lightning he was up and in me before I knew what happened. The denial tease had worked and he was pounding away like a madman...things falling off of an end table and lamps going over. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back and at the same time I reached down with one hand and stimulated myself until I came. The one thing I always loved was working my own gratification into the script.
They hired me to make them cum but I realized early on that men loved making me cum. That gave them a measure of achievement. They got to give the hot girl an orgasm and most times the hot girl was out of their league. It was why they hired me to start. They couldn't get it any other way so they went to the pay option.
I would see them staring at my ass in public and there was never a mistake as to where their hormone charged minds were off to. The thought was, 'I'd give anything to fuck you' and then the next morning I have no doubt they fantasized about me again. But for a little cash I made their dreams come true.
Andy, the rough around the edges gentleman fucking his way to glory, having his way with me at the moment, was a rare grocery store pickup. Usually it was by referral only but once in awhile there was someone bold enough to start up a conversation with me and savvy enough to pick up on my potential offerings.
I was there for actual shopping but my assets were enough to make Andy, early fifties and reasonably good looking, want to talk to me.
In the liquor aisle he said, "I like these big bottles. They're a better deal for the buck. I just reminded my son of that, should he be unsure as what to get me for my birthday."
We laughed and kibitzed our way through the checkout and into the parking lot where he got to the point and asked me if I had any spare time to have a cup of coffee.. "You're so incredibly hot I had to ask. Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. It was like being pulled into a Star Wars tractor beam...oh, hi, I'm Andy"
We shook hands, I introduced myself and said, "Well, Andy, I'd say yes, but..."
"But Dinah has a boyfriend?"
"No, not that...let's just say I have bills to pay."
After a quizzical silence, he said, "Ohhhhhh...I get it, sure, well how much are your bills? Maybe I can help."
"Eight hundred."
