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And yet, here I am. I’m watching a devastatingly handsome man open a hotel room door before gesturing for me to step inside. A whiff of his cologne hits me as I pass him, and my knees feel weak. He’s everything masculine a woman could want: woodsy, musky, and all man.
Then, my eyes never leaving Brent, I drop my purse on the floor beside me as we enter the room. The man’s gaze is intense and his demeanor direct: he craves my body, and my curves shudder in anticipation, growing moist between my thighs. Those powerful hands find my hips and push me backwards as he presses his body against mine, demonstrating the power and strength of that large frame. But then, he brings his lips down, and stops just short. The heat of his breath on my waiting lips causes me to go soft inside, and I pause, quivering with anticipation.
“Tell me you want me,” he rasps.
“Oh, Brent,” I sigh while slipping my arms around his strong neck. “You know I want you.” I try to press my lips to his, but he catches my chin between his forefingers and stops me.
“Tell me how you want me,” he demands, blue eyes flaring. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a client with this intensity, and I have to say, I like it. What should I do? Should I act the delicate princess, or give him the real escort experience? Judging from the controlled desire in those eyes, I decide to go with the latter.
“I want the chance to take your body into mine. I want to feel your cock grow hard while you become horny for me. I want you to sink deep into my pussy while sucking my breasts, and then…” I linger. The corners of my lips turn up in an impish grin, as his eyes flare violently at the change of pace.
“And then?” he asks me to continue, trying to cover the strain in his voice.
“And then, I want you to slide it into my ass,” I whisper with a secretive smile. “Would you like that, Daddy? I’m a professional after all. I can take it.” My hands have found their way to his chest and have begun exploring, yet Brent keeps me pinned tightly to the wall, my chin pinched in his hand. But the answering flare in his eyes tells me everything I need.
“Take off your dress,” he says in a strained voice.
I’m only too happy to oblige. He releases me, and I step back a bit before slowly undoing the zip in the back. Then I slide the red fabric down over my curves, revealing acres of lush skin. Only when the material pools at my feet do I reach up for my bra.
“Do you want to see, Daddy?” I ask, circling a finger over the shadow of one nipple. His chin jerks roughly as those blue eyes trail fire over my skin. With a soft laugh, I reach in back and undo the clasp, letting the red lace fall to the floor. He lets out a sharp exhale as my breasts come into view, huge and pendulous with deep pink crests. Like a whore, I pop a finger into my mouth, and then tease my nipple with the wet digit, slicking it up for his touch.
“Oooh, feels good,” I coo. “But you know what will feel even better?”
With that, my hands slide down to my panties, catching the lace on their way down. The tiny scrap of fabric lands on the floor, and then, I’m clad in nothing but my sky-high red stilettos. But I’m not done yet. This is my last professional date ever, and I want to have some naughty fun. Giggling a bit, I cup my hands under my breasts, giving him a good eyeful before stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Do you want to see if I match, Daddy?”
Brent can’t speak because he’s too caught up in my filthy ways.
“Oh, you do,” I coo again. “Here, I’ll show you.”
Then I part my legs, exposing the glistening valley in between. With soft hands, I reach between my thighs to spread my pussy lips, revealing the wet pinkness within before circling my bulging clit.
“Here, look,” I coo. “See? My nipples match my pussy. Isn’t it pretty?”
That does it. Brent’s had enough teasing, and he can’t hold back anymore. Within seconds, his suit is gone and the man stands before me naked. I gasp because he’s a god: his chest is broad and solid, with six pack abs and thighs as thick as tree trunks. But it’s the shaft between them that has my mouth watering. He’s got to be at least nine inches, full and uncut, with the tip already seeping sperm.
“Oh Daddy,” I murmur. “Is that for me?”
