INTRODUCTION
I'm a male escort. Tall, handsome, and well-hung -- even if I say so myself.
My clientele is usually married women, occasionally singles. I work in a large city and live in a very nice suburb where it is mutually easy to meet discreetly.
I have built my client base through word of mouth only and have a strict policy of meeting any new client first for a coffee at a neutral location, and there we can both decide if we wish to enter the realms of my sexual revelry.
It is at these initial meetings that I lay out the simple rules. Cost. Health. Expectations. Location.
Cost. I charge a flat fee for a 2-hour session (or any less), either in the morning or the afternoon. Payment in advance.
Health -- I get a check-up every 2 weeks and on the first visit expect a clean bill of health to be sent to me before arrival. I don't care if you're married; if you're about to fuck me, you could have fucked anyone else before me. Based on this and personal preference, we will decide if we use protection or not. Generally, I do not. Also, well-trimmed. I love giving oral and downstairs should ideally be nicely trimmed or shaved.
Expectations. I don't care why you're with me, but what do you want from being with me? Is it some kink your husband won't do, or you're simply frustrated? At this point, we discuss what can and can't be done (anal for example) and a safe word. If 3-somes or more are expected, I have colleagues who I work with who can join us depending on the request and timing. Extra cost will be needed for extra players.
My 2-bedroom cottage is set in a small, lovely garden rented specifically for this work and used only by me. I do not live here full-time. It is my office. One bedroom has lovely soft furnishings, a big bed with soft cotton sheets and a bedhead that could be used for light bondage. The other bedroom has been converted to a 'naughty room'. More serious bondage, toys etc. etc.
Let's dive straight into a Suburban Escapade......
Chapter 1
Bi-sexual Stella wants cock, but only in her pussy.
A tall, athletic, dark-haired woman. Younger than my usual clients and not married. Bi-sexual and still in the closet, she wanted an illicit fling that did not risk anyone finding out. I could sense that she wanted a more 'normal' type of relationship with me -- probably a GFE (girlfriend experience) type relationship, so I took this on an assumption and set up a fire, snacks, and wine in the living room. Mood music and candles greeted her when she first came into the house, somewhat nervously.
She soon relaxed and wound her long, beautifully athletic legs under her and sat on a cushion in front of the fire, leaning on the low table, sipping wine, and popping small pieces of cheese and grapes into her mouth.
Long straight shoulder-length hair, narrow green eyes, and a fantastic smile -- and a body that just seemed to go on forever, easily an inch taller than me. We chatted for a while, which put her at ease with the wine helping her relax more.
She finally came to the point, leant forward over the table with her elbows resting on it, and looked at me long in the eyes before saying, "Look, you know I swing both ways, but I do love a cock now and then. Sometimes you can't beat that -- a dildo just isn't the same." She paused then continued "I don't suck cock, never have, never will, but I hear you give great head?" she asked, waiting for a reply. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled, and nodded before she carried on.
"So, sorry no BJs for you I'm afraid" she declared with a smile.
"Hey, it's not about me, remember" I replied with a chuckle.
She pulled back from the coffee table and removed her fleece as she was getting hot from the fire, and likely the conversation too. She then stood up slowly and came and joined me on the sofa, sitting at the other end of the two-seater. She kicked off her leather sandals and threw her legs up and onto my lap. I ran my hands up and down one leg softly and she relaxed deeper into the cushions on the sofa.
We continued chatting, sipping wine and with one hand I started to massage one foot, then the other, rubbing up and down the outside of the jean-clad thigh.
She suddenly, without any warning, undid the top of her jeans, flicked the zip down, lifted her bum and pulled her jeans up her legs and off, pulling them away from her feet, and throwing them on the floor behind the sofa.
Bloody hell, this girl had the most amazing legs. Long, muscular and firm. I now ran both my hands up each leg in turn, one on the outside, the other on the inside, almost reaching her panties, then back down to her knee. I could see a pronounced mons under the simple cotton sports panties, and a small wet patch building as she opened her legs slightly every time my hands went up the inside of her thigh towards her centre.
Apart from the panties, her white T-shirt was all she had left on, and I could see her nipples were hard, pushing up from her small, almost non-existent tits. I lifted her legs, stood up and quickly stripped down to my underwear. With a knee, I pushed one of her legs off the sofa so I could climb between those heavenly thighs.
I knelt on the floor and gently kissed her inner thighs, ran my hands up and over her mons and under the T-shirt, firmly stroking her ripped abdomen which encouraged her to cross her hands and pull the T over her head. I felt her abs tense and could visibly see a six-pack as she leant forward easily to allow the shirt to come off.
She lay back again, and pushed her hips towards me, kicking one leg over the back of the sofa, allowing me better access to her crotch. I continued stroking her stomach and kissing her inner thighs, right up the edge of the panties, over her mound to the other inner thigh.
"Please for the love of God, lick me out. I am so wet" she gasped desperately.
I ran my hands down each side of her hips, pulling her panties down. She lifted her hips and closed her legs quickly over my head allowing them to be kicked off. The one long thigh returned to hang over the back of the sofa and the other wrapped itself around my back, pulling me into her core.
I took a moment to take this woman in. Both arms were thrown over her head on the arm of the sofa, her tiny, perky tits, hard and inviting. Firm, ripped, flat stomach leading down to a long, narrow triangle of dark pubic hair. Below this, looking out at me, an enormous clit, the size of a pencil eraser, that was begging to be sucked. I dipped my head down and took it into my mouth gently and flicked it with my tongue making her gasp out, thrusting her hips upwards to my mouth.
I worked my mouth down her slit, surrounded on each side by large, meaty lips, and sucked them fully into my mouth, sliding my tongue between them and into her wet core. Completely shaved below her triangle of pubes, her pussy was delicious. My tongue probing into her encouraged her to pull her legs back and apart, giving me even better access to her gorgeous, fleshy erogenous zones. I could not get enough of her and held each of her butt cheeks in my hands, lifting her hips to give me better access to her as I knelt on the floor with my face buried in her wet pussy.
