The second excerpt from the diary of a lesbian escort.
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Amanda ('Call me Mandy.') Is divorcee in her late 40s. After two unfortunate and disappointing marriages, she re-evaluated her life, recognised her lesbian curiosity and found her way to me. That was a year ago, and she's been to me four times since then.
Our first couple of sessions together were gentle explorations; she just wanted to see if she had a real desire for lesbian sex, so I took it gently and introduced her to the sensual pleasure of sex between two women. She was amazed by the cravings she discovered, and the electrifying sensations of proper pussy sex, saying she had never been so aroused and had never experienced sexual rapture like it before. She actually cried after one session 'Grieving for all the lost time.' as she put it.
She was obviously keen to make up for that lost time, and she quickly grew in confidence as she became more comfortable with me. It soon became apparent that she had a depraved side to her sexuality and she was bold enough to tell me what her dirty desires were. I was happy to oblige and we quickly developed a sexual understanding, although she admits to still being a little intimidated by what she calls my 'supersexuality' even now.
As this transformation progressed, she opened herself up to more and more of her desires and fantasies, which are a little kinky, but haven't been all that dirty, up to now, so I haven't had to demur on anything so far.
Mandy is slightly above average height, with hazel eyes and lightly bleached ash blonde hair. I suppose she is very slightly overweight, but still has an amazingly sexy body, and a high libido, despite not being far off 50 years old. In fact, all her physical features are above average; her breasts are full and shapely, with only the merest hint of droop, her nipples very prominent when she's aroused, and her pussy lips and clitoris are extremely fleshy.
Her clit actually protrudes permanently from its hood, and it is not enveloped by her outer lips, so it is always on display when she's naked, peeping through her neatly trimmed pubes. When she's really excited, it almost looks like a little cock, standing proud between the fleshy lips of her pussy. She told me, astonishingly, that her first husband thought it was repulsive, and refused to even look at it when they had sex. Wanker. I could look at it all day long. In fact, I could suck on it all day long.
She had booked two hours for this session, taking advantage of the fact that my hourly rate drops with each consecutive hour. The longest session she has ever booked was five hours, but that left her (and me!) a bit shattered and, as she said 'Nonfunctional.'
Two hours is plenty of time for a number of sensational orgasms though and that's what I aim to provide for my clients.
Mandy had made it known that she was turned on by 'matured' underwear - ie. knickers that had been worn for at least a day - so, before she arrived, I put yesterday's lingerie back on, including the juicy knickers, which I'd folded up very tightly so that they wouldn't dry out. I must admit, there was something quite arousing about putting used knickers back on, and I couldn't resist holding them up to my face and sniffing them before stepping into them. Oh yes, they were well matured alright.
I thought they'd be even better with fresh juice too though, so half an hour before she was due, I lay back on the sofa and played with my mains-powered magic wand, the most powerful vibrator known to mankind. I didn't pull the gusset of my knickers aside as I usually would, I applied the wand to my clit through the fabric, and kept it there until I could feel my vaginal muscles contracting involuntarily. This thing can produce orgasms simply by pressing it against my pubic bone, so it wasn't long before I had a delicious shuddery climax, which I knew meant lots of lovely cunt juice was soaking into the fabric.
I had deliberately started this with a very full bladder, because I've found that it increases the intensity of my orgasms, but I would need to pee before Mandy arrived. She hadn't expressed any desire for watersports so far, though I had a strong feeling that she was moving towards it. Pee sex is more Rachel's thing really, but that is a story for part 6.
I crossed the hallway to the bathroom, sat on the loo, and enjoyed the beautiful sensation of releasing my pent-up flood of pee into the toilet bowl. I threw my head back and just savoured the relief. Ahhhh. The torrent went on for quite a while and as it eventually slowed to a trickle I simply stood up and pulled my already sodden knickers up into my still dripping pussy. I pulled them very tightly between my lips, to maximise the absorption of all my fluids, then returned them to their normal position. 'A little extra flavour.' I thought, wickedly.
She arrived five minutes early, and I let her in. We exchanged knowing smiles and, without saying a word, she walked straight through to the sex room. She looked a little nervous, or perhaps just feeling the butterflies of anticipation, and she immediately set about removing all her clothes. She knew the routine by now.
I followed slowly, clicking my way there on my heels and admiring the view as she slipped her big boobs out of her bra. I closed the door behind me, and stood with my back against it with my legs apart and a sultry expression on my face while she pushed her high-waisted black briefs down over her fleshy hips.
Once she was naked, she came and knelt on the floor in front of me, waiting for the treat I had promised her at the end of our last session. 'Are you ready?' I asked, rhetorically because it was quite obvious that she was bursting with anticipation, and she nodded vigorously.
I placed the fingertips of both hands on the top of her head and pulled her forward until her nose was pressing into the sodden fabric of my panty crotch. I heard her inhale deeply and she whimpered slightly. I could feel her whole body trembling. She was so turned on!
'Taste it.' I ordered her, and she licked my wet cunt through my knickers, enjoying the taste of my one day old cum, mixed with fresh cum (I was oozing beautifully) and a hint of piss. Ohh, Miss 'Livia, it's delicious. I want more.'
She often called me 'Miss 'Livia', but I never told her to call me that. She chose it herself. I thought it was mildly amusing; reverential, yet familiar. Perfect for the way our interactions are.
'You want these pants, don't you Mandy? You want them in your mouth, don't you?'
'Mm hmm. Fuck, yes' she said.
I knew she did. She loved having my dirty knickers in her mouth.
While she was still inhaling my pussy, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and stretched them out over her forehead, so that the saturated gusset was stretched over her mouth and nose. I let her enjoy that for a moment and then slowly pushed them down over my hips, gradually exposing my glistening wet pubes and my dripping cunt. Then I stepped out of them and picked them up, dangling them from a finger in front of my face so that I could inspect their wetness. They were virtually dripping.
'Are you ready for your treat now, Mandy?' I asked, and she nodded rapidly, her eyes like saucers. 'Open wide.' and she tilted her head back, waiting. I dangled my dirty knickers over her face, paused, then slowly, very slowly, lowered them into her open mouth, pushing them home with a red-nailed finger. She immediately clamped her mouth closed on them and began noisily sucking my sex fluids out of the material like she was starving for it and gulping it down; a heady mixture of her saliva, my 'matured' pussy juice, and more than a hint of piss. Judging by her muffled moans and her fingers churning in her pubes, I'd say she was loving it.
It's really a source of wonder to me how pussy secretions, faintly unpleasant in normal circumstances, become delicious under the magic spell of sexual arousal.
While she was still enjoying that, I took off my bra, bent over her and trailed my hard nipples across her face. Some of my subjects can't get enough of my tits - Orla virtually worships them - but for Mandy, it's mostly about pussy. That doesn't mean she is indifferent to a bit of breast play though, and now she put her hands on my back and pulled me down, burying her face in my cleavage. I reached under my body and deftly hooked my wet panties out of her mouth so she could suck my nipples better, then I fed them to her, one at a time; I may do this for a living, but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun of my own, does it?
I wasn't finished with the knickers yet though. As I said, Mandy hadn't suggested watersports at this point but I had noticed that she wasn't averse to the taste of piss, so I decided to take the initiative and try her with something new...
Because the bathroom is annoyingly across the hallway, I keep a large glass salad bowl in the sex room, mostly to minimise the interruption in case of needing to pee, but it's also useful when I have a client who is into piss play. Rachel loves the salad bowl, as you will see in Part 6.
I told Mandy to lie on the rug and she did so, wanking her clitoris the whole time, then I placed the salad bowl very close to her head and squatted over it with my legs wide apart. Reaching around under my bum cheeks with both hands, I spread my pussy lips wide open then let go another huge steaming piss. Having had a massive pee less than hour before, I was surprised by the power of it, the almost colourless liquid positively jetting into the bowl. Mandy lay on her side, her face inches from my pee hole, and watched me with her mouth open and a rapt expression. She hadn't been expecting this, but she seemed to be quite liking it. She even licked her lips when stray drops of piss splashed her face. I decided she was ready for more.
I picked up the dirty knickers, which were still lying on the rug, and dropped them into the bowl of piss, then I sloshed them around in the still warm liquid with my fingers, while looking Mandy straight in the eye. She looked at me questioningly and I simply nodded.
'Oh God, yes' she breathed, and lay down flat on her back with her mouth open. Her fingers were playing a lubricious game in her pussy as I dangled the sodden pants over her mouth and slowly lowered them in. This was so lewd and depraved, even my arousal was at fever pitch; I had never done this particular trick before. My pussy was dripping!
