It's not a matter of looks or age, exactly, many of my customers are a good bit older, or rather plain or even sorta shapeless, but personality is a big, big part of it. Like pornography, as a Supreme Court justice once said, "I know it when I see it." I won't lie, though, a hot, young chick with a great personality can wrap me around her little finger.
Anyway, I've been doing this - fucking women for money (or something) - since I was a senior in high school. I was in an advanced placement program where I took classes in high school in the morning, and classes in college in the afternoon. When you have a split schedule like that, people tend not to be bothered when you're not where you're supposed to be, figuring that you're in the other place.
So, when I wasn't in high school some mornings, I was in some woman's bed. And when I wasn't in college in the afternoon, I was in some woman's bed. I didn't overdo it, plus I'm pretty intelligent and could easily catch up on what I missed. Best of all, most of my high school teachers and college professors were horny females, so we'd usually work something out anyway.
Oh, and I'm pretty, tall and a little bit plump(er than I wanna be). Long, blonde hair, only a little wavy. Okay breasts and butt, but a really, really nice smile. And I bet as long as I had that smile I'd still get as many women, because that's important to another woman, not looks. And I can pretend to have a really nice personality. If I let the other woman do all the talking, then I have a 'really nice personality.' Usually they talk about what jackasses their husbands are, but they probably wouldn't do that if they didn't still love them somehow, so it's all good.
I'm the midweek cookie treat they promise themselves if they don't kill him over the weekend.
Anyway, Maria and I headed back to my apartment. Instead of her face between my legs, she just had her fingers there as she let me drive, and I was almost inclined to let her fuck me for free, I was getting so hot. Fortunately my business sense kicked in and I didn't say anything about free pussy.
"Can't you hurry," Maria said, sucking on her finger as she stood behind me at my apartment door. I continued fumbling with my keys, finally getting it in the lock and we fell inside. She pinned me against the wall next to the door as I blindly fumbled to close the door, and her red lips were hot on mine.
"Ahh," we both sighed together, her tongue slipping inside my mouth, her right hand caressing my breast through my red checked shirt and her other hand squeezing my ass.
"God, I've got to fuck you, that coed little body of your is so fuckable," Maria moaned, her face now inches from mine, her brown eyes locked on my eyes, her fingers rapidly unbuttoning my long sleeved cotton blouse. It was almost intimidating, I don't think I'd seen her quite so hot during preliminaries before - during and after eating each other was a different matter. But with her starting so passionately, I had the feeling she might cum a couple of times this time. That would make for a great tip.
She pulled the blouse down off my shoulders, tying up my arms a little bit, and I pretended that I couldn't move them much, tossing my head back and whining a little. Of course, I had no bra, and my little pink nipples were like little rocks. Maria looked at them triumphantly, leaned in and pressed her mouth over one, while her hands had my arms immobile against the wall.
I moaned as she swirled her tongue around my nipple, her breath racing hotly from her nose over my breast. I didn't have to pretend very much at that point, as I adore feeling a woman's mouth on my breasts.
"You taste so fucking good," she growled around my nipple in her mouth, as I struggled a little, whetting her appetite to dominate me. She pushed into me, and I kind of wished we were both naked then, but we would be soon enough. She raised up and kissed me hard, her lips grinding against mine, fucking my mouth with her tongue as she ground her skirt covered hips into mine.
We were both moaning a little. I know I was wet, and I was pretty sure she was too. At least she had been in the back seat with my finger fucking her, before the cop interrupted. She brought her mouth to my throat and I lifted my chin to let her kiss and lick me, another sign of my submission to her passion, the touch of her on my throat sending chills of delight through me. She let go of my arm with her left hand to caress my neck and the back of my head with her hand, her fingers running through my dark golden hair.
"I am going to fuck the piss out of you, sweetheart," she said, her black eyes fierce on my baby blues.
"If piss is involved, that's gonna cost extra," I thought to myself, even though I really enjoy water sports. Hey, why give away anything when you can get paid? And water sports and even other, nastier stuff really turns pretty much everyone on and brings in good money and tips, so I have no objection to that at all, I just don't do real pain stuff. But then, I've never met a woman who was into pain anyway. I guess we get enough of that in real life.
Maria grabbed me by a wrist and led me to my bedroom. She knew where it was, as she's a regular and we usually end up in my bed about once a month, though she prefers fucking in the bed she shares with her husband. Though I have a couple of customers who like to do it in their marital bed so that their husbands can hide in the closet and watch (and video it, too), Maria did it as a way of pissing on her husband, who she really didn't like that much anymore. It's kind of sad, but her life isn't my life.
If I had a guy I didn't like I'd kick his ass out, but for whatever reason she wouldn't do that. It wasn't financial because she could easily divorce him and take him for a fortune, but they just had some weird thing going where he'd cheat on her with other girls but still loved her passionately. And she probably loved me more as her 'paid companion' than she loved him as her husband. People are strange, as the song said.
Maria sat me down on the bed, and sat next to me. "I love you so much, Laura," she whispered, holding my hands in hers.
"I love you, too," I breathed back. I felt a nice tingle of pleasure at saying that, even though I didn't exactly love her, at least not more than any of my other clients, and there isn't anybody special yet in my real life. But almost all of my clients profess their love for me, and I always return it. I think women have an infinite capacity for love, especially for other women. Maybe women only love one man at a time, but our affection for women is a much more wonderful thing to me anyway, and something that I value much more highly.
Maria and I kissed again, this time more as equals, her urge to dominate sublimated some. Again, in my mind, women do the whole domination and submission thing a lot better than men and women, with our roles constantly changing by the minute or even the second in our relationships. It was entirely possible that at some point in this get together that I'd be fucking her with one of my strap ons, or she'd be spanking my bottom. It's just how women roll together.
I savored the warmth and softness of her lips on mine, and the lingering flavor and feel of her lipstick. Most of my clients are femme too, which is probably why we shift so much in our lovemaking. I like fucking butch girls too, but they tend to want to dominate throughout the fuck, and then be more girly when we're just doing stuff, like shopping or eating, whatever. It would be interesting to spend some time with a butch, like in a relationship. Maybe someday...
Maria finished removing my shirt, pulling it off me so that I was topless, and I began unbuttoning her silk blouse. She sighed and shivered with pleasure, as though this was the official signal that she was going to be making love and having an orgasm. I guess I was the high spot of her week every week. So - what was her week like, she had one or two climaxes with me every week, and I was certain she had none with Harold, her husband. And she had to jill herself throughout the week, maybe once a day?
I compared that to my life with a usual three orgasms or so every day, seven days a week. If I didn't have clients, I'd just jill a couple of times anyway. I thought that I had the better of things, and I didn't have to live with some guy. Some girl to come home to would be nice, though, I thought, a little wistfully. I was distracted when Maria really got to teasing me.
