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The man stares at me with a hungry lust, and I know I picked the right ensemble. His eyes give him away. They burn with intensity.
I know that every move will need to be perfect and that I will have to go all out in order for this to be worth the man's money.
I crawl atop his bed and turn onto my back. I arch my back and squeeze my breasts. Slowly, I scoot to the end of the bed, and hang my head off the edge. "Come here," I whisper. My hair flows down, nearly touching the carpet.
The man walks closer until his hips are level with my face. I unhook his belt, unbutton his pants, and slowly draw his zipper down, one notch at a time. I think I feel his leg tremble.
He can barely stand the anticipation.
I place my hand inside his boxers, moving my fingers back and forth. Then, I put his cock inside of my mouth.
At first he is soft and warm. He closes his eyes and draws his head back, hardening under my touch. Then, as a new desire flames in him, he reaches down to touch my throat, first a gentle touch, and then with a firmer squeeze. He now has both hands on my neck. "Can you take this?" he asks, and plunges himself deep into my throat.
As he grows harder and bigger, his pace quickens, and each thrust travels deeper.
I give him hungry moans, as if I can't get enough of him. I cup his balls, pinching the extra skin and rolling them between my fingers.
He grabs my breasts and pulls them toward his mouth. He bends down to suck on them, rolling his tongue around and over my nipples as if they were a delicate meal, making them tight withlust.
He retracts, walking stiffly to the nightstand, grabbing a condom, unrolling it down the shaft of his cock, and then climbs on top of thebed.
Instinctively, I get on all fours, offering him an unobstructed view of my ass. I wiggle toward him, taunting him to take the first plunge.
Instead, he draws his face near, dragging his tongue between my legs—long, strong strokes, applying just enough pressure.
I grab a fistful of the comforter in each hand, taking shorter, quicker breaths.
He grabs a chunk of my hair, pulling it back as if mounting a horse, and he presses himself into me, harder and deeper with each thrust. He is in control.
He rams his cock into me with a quickening pace. I curl my toes and feel an orgasm close. David’s face pops into my mind when the pleasure starts to overtake me. With each new penetration, the client’s balls slap my clit in a consistent rhythmic dance, and I feel the orgasm washing over me. My body caves, braces for it, and my muscles contract. David’s face, the thought of his touch, washes over my body and drenches me with shakinglust.
What thefuck?
I just came from a stranger that’s paying money to have sex with me. While I imagined the handsome and rugged face of my stepson.
Yeah, morals have left the building.
The man keeps depositing his cock as deep as he can plant it and holds one final thrust balls deep, one hand gripping my ass, and the other grabbing one breast.
I realize that I put more effort into fucking this stranger, this client, than I had anyone else…except David, of course.
The man pulls off his cum-filled condom and throws it into a nearby wastebasket. "My god," the man says, his body relaxed and drained.
I nod. The job is done and I turn off the seductive charm. I grab the money, quickly dress, and leave the room without a furtherword.
The sensation of an orgasm sweeping through my body as thoughts of David threaten to weaken my knees now, and I close my eyes and remember how good it felt to have David inside of me. How hot it was to watch him come when we were on FaceTime. I head back to my room, a weird feeling in my mind that David is somehow close. My breathing catches in my throat and my heart races at just the thought that David could be near. It is a foolish thought of course, but I head off to my room and peel off my clothes, letting the hot water stroke my body the way I wish David could.
