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Unable to speak, I can only nod. She smiles and starts backing her ass into me even more aggressively. Then she tilts her head back, arching her spine and sending her silky black hair spilling over her back.
Is she trying to tell me something? Giving me an opportunity to take control without explicit saying so? I think she is. So I gather up a handful of her hair and take the lead, shifting my legs to give myself a little more leverage before I start hammering away at her asshole.
“That’s right,” she says, breathing more deeply now. “Pull my hair and fuck me like you mean it.”
Inspired by her talking, I start giving it to her harder, my hips slamming against her ass, causing it to ripple with every thrust. I wrap my hand tighter around her hair and give it a good tug, arching her back even further and allowing me deeper access to her asshole.
“There you go,” she says, her voice still low and seductive and intense. “Give it to me, baby. Right there. Right fucking there.”
And so I do, turning her body so I’m standing now, my cock still planted firmly in her ass. I reach down and push on her shoulders, forcing her face into the cushions of the couch. I hold it there, pressing down on the side of her head while I pummel her ass, my body slamming against hers, my cock disappearing all the way inside her.
She grabs ahold of her asscheeks with her hands and spreads them wide, stretching her asshole, allowing me deeper access. Seeing her this into it excites me further and I hammer away at her ass with everything I have, right at the edge now and not caring. Thousands of years of evolutionary instincts have taken over; I’m no longer concerned with prolonging the session, all I want to do is propagate my seed.
“Holy fucking shit I’m gonna cum,” I say.
She immediately pulls off my cock and spins around and drops to the floor, her mouth right in front of my cock. She takes my cock in her hand and jerks me off while her mouth sucks me off, heedless of the fact that it was just in her ass.
She doesn’t have to work it for long before I’m at the point of no return. My legs tighten up and my body tenses for a moment, then releases.
She pulls my cock from her mouth but cont
inues jerking me off as the cum rockets out of my cock, spraying all over face and tits and neck, covering her body with milky whiteness while she stares directly into my eyes.
She continues working my cock with her hand, squeezing out every last vestige of cum before finally letting go. She drops my cock and starts to laugh. Her face is a mess, completely covered with my sperm, like she’d dunked her face in a bowl of milk.
“Pretty damn impressive,” she says, still giggling.
“Thanks,” I say, as embarrassed as ever.
She climbs to her feet and heads towards the bathroom.
The session ends as all they all do, with her cleaning up real quick and then leaving without much fanfare. This is one of the things I love about escorts, the lack of any emotional awkwardness afterwards. It’s done, time to move on. But today it’s bothering me more than usual. It’s as though I want something more, something meaningful. I feel empty without it.
As she’s walking out the door I want to ask her what her name is, so I can ask for her again, but I’m already feeling like this was a turning point in my life, and I know if I ask her for her name I’ll be tempted to call her again. And I don’t want that. At least, I don’t think I do. So I resist. But as soon as she closes the door behind her I’m already regretting it. But that’s okay. It’s time for a new phase in my life. Hopefully I can actually follow through with it.
We’ll see.
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DESTROYING THE PERVERTED ESCORT
Scott Walker is halfway through his third bottle of wine when there’s a knock on the door of his suite.
He takes one last swig directly from the bottle then sets it on the table and heads over to answer the door, the room wavering just a bit from the effects of the wine.
Normally he goes into these sessions relatively sober but tonight he has a different plan; to consume as much alcohol as possible before the session starts. Because even though he’s come a long way in the last couple of months, Scott still has some inhibitions. He’s just wired that way. He’s hoping that if he drinks enough he’ll be able to push past them. He’s not sure it will work out like he’s planning, but he figures it won’t hurt to try.
He comes to the door and peeks out the spyhole. Standing there is a short, fully-stacked, raven-haired beauty wearing blue jeans and an unzipped black leather jacket with only a lacy bra underneath, showing off her huge, glorious breasts without absolutely no shame. With her hair cut in a sharp, edgy style and her face caked with makeup, Hannah plays up her sluttiness to the max, which is exactly what Scott is looking for tonight. A straight-up slut to run roughshod over.
Scott has been through a really tough couple of weeks and he wants to take out his anger on someone. Not too long ago, that would have meant a phone call to Taylor. But he’s spent so much time with her lately that he’s starting to develop feelings for her, which makes it harder and harder to debase her like he used to. That’s not to say that they haven’t got freakier with each other as time has gone on, but it their nights together are no longer rooted in anger. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.
But not tonight. Tonight Scott is pissed off. And he wants to take his rage out on someone. Which is why he called Hannah a couple of hours ago instead of Taylor.
He’s been with Hannah once before, when she tagged along with Taylor for one of their sessions, so he knows what he’s getting. But because he doesn’t have any feelings towards her, it’s easier to see her as just a fucktoy, which means he won’t have to worry about conflicting emotions when he’s treating her like shit.
Hannah knows exactly what she’s getting into tonight. Scott made that quite clear to her on the phone. And she’s fine with it. Looking forward to it, actually. Or so she says, which is good enough for Scott.
He opens the door and lets Hannah in and closes the door behind her.
