I woke up with a pounding heartbeat. Today was the day. After a long hiatus, it was time. My name is Megan and that's the only detail I will ever share. On the surface I'm pretty much your regular soccer-mom. I have a great family, a home and the whole nine yards. But a lesser known fact is that I'm a closet Bi-sexual. For the past few years I've been living a double life. I often work for an escort company and specialise with their 'exclusive' female clientele. I didn't intend to work for them but its the only way I've been able to satisfy my carnal hunger for pussy.
At 34, I'm at the peak of my physical shape and it shows too. My generous 34C bosom and adequate waistline often get a few stares and whistles (usually from young horny teens at the park). I've been referred to as a MILF at times. But I'm not one for labels. How did I get into this life? I responded to an ad online in an anonymous forum advertising for ladies who wanted to please other ladies. 5 years and many 'dates' later here I am. It's the thrill of the whole scenario which turns me on and makes me crave for more. Today's instruction from my 'agency' was clear. The client was a woman in her 40s who was visiting town on business and I was to give her company for the night.
The evening couldn't come sooner. I dressed up for the occasion. The clients requirements were specific. She wanted me dressed in a slutty red dress (her words) with high heels and red lipstick. I was to leave my hair open and was to be 'clean shaven'. Seemed like she knew exactly what she wanted. As I dressed to kill, paying attention to every detail I couldn't wait to taste her pussy. It'd been far too long indeed.
I left the house right in time. As far as everyone was concerned I was visiting a couple of old college friends in the city. A car pulled up not far from my house. The agency always sent a car.
We drove into the city's finest hotel and as i disembarked, the driver handed me a note. 'Room 673' is all it said. I followed into the large foyer on the way to the elevator. This part always excites me. The rush of not knowing what kind of lover I'll be having for the night. will she be a femme? Butch? Either way I'm not very picky. Each type comes with a different style and pace.
I walked out of the elevator and there it was. Room 673. The door was slightly ajar, i walked in and heard a voice
"Come in." she said.
I cautiously entered and saw a middle aged woman, probably early 40s sitting on a chair by the window. She had short blonde hair and wore a business suit with a matching skirt. She seemed all business the moment I saw her. Her thin lips turned to a smile as she saw me. I walked towards her calmly.
"Please have a seat. I'm glad they sent me their finest. I'm impressed. I have some ground rules I think you should know about." She said in a composed manner.
"I like my lovers to either call me Mistress Steph, or simply Mistress would do too. I will put you upto certain 'tasks' through the night. However, you can choose to say no. I'm dominant but I won't do anything without your consent. Upon fulfillment of these tasks you'll be rewarded handsomely. Tell me, do you like anal play?"
Her question caught me off guard and I stuttered and replied