Page 14 of The Perfect Bargain

After what felt like an eternity, I managed to get the door open. My nerves have been gnawing at my stomach all day, and even after so long doing this, I still feel guilty every singletime. However, now, as it usually happens when I come face-to-face with my client for the day, I can’t help but feel a spark of excitement. The job got to me, is what Carmen usually says; maybe she’s right, but I am not willing to delve deeper into that thought, at least not today.

It was nine o’clock in the morning, and this man seemed like he should be at work. It was likely where he was expected to be. This was a common occurrence with the daytime encounters. He wore a suit and neat appearance, with his tall, slender frame and blond hair. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He walked in, his gaze fixed on me. I closed the door behind him and turned to meet his gaze.

“Would you like a drink?” I offered with a welcoming smile. Jason seemed to be in a rush despite booking a two-hour session. My eyes swept over his tense frame, noting the slight crease in his forehead and the restless tapping of his foot. “Is there anything I can do to help you unwind before we begin?” I took a step closer, my top shifting against my skin in a subtle and alluring way. “How did you come to hear about our company? Another satisfied client, perhaps?”

“Yeah, he’s a friend,” Jason replied, his words clipped and guarded.

“I always appreciate word-of-mouth recommendations. Is this your first time?” I asked curiously, noting his flinch and shake of the head.

“No, it’s not my first time. I have a child,” he clarified, his tone defensive.

A pang of understanding shot through me as I realized what he meant. “I apologize; that wasn’t what I meant. I wondered if this was your first time hiring an escort.” The tension in Jason’s shoulders lessened, and I could see his responsibilities weighing heavily on him.

My gaze wandered around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings of this fancy hotel suite where most of our rendezvous took place. The combination of comfort and luxury always added to the sexual and romantic atmosphere.

“I’ve never been unfaithful to my wife,” he stated, locking eyes with me again. I reached for his hand and guided it to my chest.

“It’s alright; we can just forget about this if you want. I don’t want to make you late,” I offered, unbuttoning my top and standing before him bare-chested. My hand traveled down to find that he was already aroused. “Do you want to kiss me, Jason?”

He hesitated, struggling to find the words. “I… I mean…”

“Do you want to fuck me?” He let out a sigh and reached for my breast again.

“I apologize for my nerves. I’ve never done anything like this before. I tried to tell the woman on the phone but couldn’t even say it properly. I love my wife… but she’s not open to trying new things.” He looked down at the floor as his fingers played with my nipples while I continued to massage his growing bulge. “She won’t use her mouth.”

I grinned at his confession. “That’s my specialty,” I purred. “So you’ve never…?”

“No, we got married young, and I was a virgin…”

“Woah” I could feel his dick getting even harder in my grasp if that was possible.

I commanded him to sit on the edge of the plush bed, my grip firm as I pulled him towards me. With a sense of hesitation buzzing between us, I climbed onto his lap, unsure if he meant no kisses. Some people have preferences like that, and I wanted to respect his boundaries. Instead, I trailed my tongue down his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under my lips as I pressed my hips into his lap. After a moment, I eased off and got down onmy knees before him. He eagerly lifted himself and pulled down his pants, revealing his impressive length - long and thick in my grasping hand. My eyes widened with desire at the sight.

“I want you to fuck my mouth so badly,” I purred with a mischievous smile, causing his face to drain of color in shock and anticipation.

“But this time, I’ll be gentle. And one day, when you return, you’ll want to thrust into my throat like you do a pussy.” I slowly licked his hardened cock from the base to the tip in one tantalizingly slow and wet slurp, earning a guttural moan from him in response.

I made sure he was completely drenched from top to bottom before I slid him into my mouth. I moved slowly up and down, being careful not to gag or make him uncomfortable. He moaned and trembled, clearly enjoying himself. He even thanked me for it…which only made me grin wider as I maintained eye contact and played with his testicles while licking my lips. He let me do all the work at first, but after a few minutes, his hands found their way to my hair, and he started thrusting into my mouth. I sensed that he was reaching his climax, so I attempted to prolong it a bit longer, but he ultimately took control by removing his hands from my head and pulling away.

As he gasped and pleaded, I held onto his hips, taking him in deeply until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His loud groans echoed through the room as he released himself into my mouth. Finishing up, I gave him one final lick from bottom to top before looking up at him with a smile.

“I hope you enjoyed that.” He shuddered, took a moment to catch his breath, and then adjusted his pants.

“I didn’t expect you would swallow.” I grinned, licking my lips.

“You’ll learn not to expect things from me in the future.”

Chapter Eight

Elena

Tonight would be a breeze - it was my regular client, Samuel. He always requested a full face of makeup and a tight black dress, which I had prepared before his arrival. Glancing at the clock next to the bed, I saw that he was on time as usual. Entering the room with excitement in his eyes, he took in my appearance. In his mid-forties, Samuel used to be a handsome jock but had let himself go over the years. Despite that, he still exuded sexiness and had a roughness about him. He may have developed a bit of a belly, but he was still strong with thick arms and legs. He could easily lift and toss me around like a toy. Although the wife wasn’t into it, he enjoyed being rough during our sessions.

He had a routine of drinking and smoking, often coming to me smelling strongly of one or the other. But after seeing him for so long, I was used to it. He wasted no time, pulling me into a hug when he arrived.

“I paid extra for you today,” he said slurredly. The taste of whiskey lingered on his breath as he stuck his tongue in my mouth. It was only noon. I responded by reaching my hands up to his face and deeply kissing him, making sure he knew I was fully invested. Every client was different; some could be satisfiedby feeling desired, while others needed more effort. If I wanted, I could make a man orgasm in under five minutes. I saved that trick for when I needed it, but today, he had paid extra, which meant he wanted to take his time and indulge in all his fantasies with me.

I let him forcefully rip off my dress, his hands roughly groping at my breasts. It was no secret that he requested I wear the black dress so he could tear it apart; thankfully, he always paid extra for the damage. Sam unbuttoned his pants and pushed me down onto my knees.

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