Page 10 of Their Courtesan
Chapter 4
JUDITH
That… that is a cock.
No duh! Men had cocks! How about that! Know who else had cocks? Fancy-pants men she entertained in her boudoir and quickly went to first, maybe second base with because they both knew what they were here for.Drinks my ass. Massage… my ass.From the moment Monica summoned Judith from the Entertainment Den to ready for Miguel, Prince of Monaco, she was informed of two things: that he was on the Dom side of the spectrum with an itch to fuck as quickly as possible… and that he had an anaconda lurking in his pants.
One thing Monica left out, however, was how fuckinghungthis guy was!
Judith had to quickly wipe the surprise off her face.Here’s hoping he’s already erect.She felt like she was straddling his damned leg, not his cock.Please. Please already be erect.With the fakest giggle on her lips, she eased off his lap and kissed his chin. Miguel did not look pleased.
That only made him hotter.
Judith was not used to genuinely handsome men walking into her boudoir. Most of them were okay. Certainly cleaner and better smelling than the men she started her career with working at Ms. Esther’s Escort Services, but God forbid they have some muscles, good breath, or a cock worth writing home about – let alone how to use it.Meanwhile, this thing.If Judith were still in contact with her mother she would totally write about it, but she doubted Mrs. King would be allowed such scandalous stories to read in prison.The guards would enjoy it, I’m sure.
Miguel was different. Once he walked into her room, Judith had sensed it. Not only did he carry himself with a confidence that existed outside ofI have a lot of money, thanks,but he had a clear voice and cologne to strike her heart down with.Now I regret burning that incense.It was supposed to set the mood. Instead, it overrode the Annick Goutal cologne this man smartly wore on his skin. Judith was blowing it all. What was she supposed to do with a gorgeous Monacan stumbling into her room? Oh, right, fuck him, and get paid for it!This is supposed to be the best part of this job.How many times could she say she was genuinely attracted to a client? Money and power could only make a man so attractive, especially after Judith had seen a hundred of them over the past year.
Except.Except.
Cock. Six o’clock.
“You seem to be quite well endowed, Miguel.”
The last of the cognac disappeared down his throat. “Should’ve saved some of this for you. You’re going to need it.”
“Oh?”
“Trust me.”
Okay, Monica, you owe me.On one hand, how nice was it that her boss thought of her for the bigguns? On the other? Ha!Ha.
“No worries.” Judith concentrated on his face. His beautiful, striking face covered in black fuzz that matched his fine black hair on his scalp. Judith ran her hand through it, marveling at how soft a man’s hair could be. What did he put in it? She would have to ask later. “You’re in good hands, sir.” Those hands went back to his buttons, slowly weaving them in and out of little eyes that were probably handstitched somewhere in Portugal.God, I should be riding his cock right now.Boom. Shirt open.
Every saint in the universe best have mercy on her soul, because those wereabs.Judith checked her dropping jaw and tried not to drool on him.
“I think you might be getting aroused, Miss Judith.”
“What makes you say that? Not that you’re wrong.”
He flicked one of her hard nipples poking through her dress. “Glad to know I inspire you to do your job.”
Who kissed who first? Did it fucking matter?
Before Judith could be swept away in the taste of his mouth and the feel of his powerful visage against hers, however, she stepped back, fingers on her dress zipper.
He patiently watched as she dropped her dress on the ground. Judith was always quick to take her clothes off at work, but even this was ridiculous for her. Didn’t help that she wore no bra and her nipples were happy to be there. Or maybe that worked more in her favor.
“I hope you appreciate how gorgeous you are,” Miguel said, wrapping his hands behind his head. Good. He was making those muscles flex. On purpose? Who knew. Judith sure didn’t care. Distracting, though. “I’m sure you hear that all the time.”
Judith was back on her knees, both eager and anxious to find out what was really going on in those pants.I will laugh if he’s stuffing.Somehow, she doubted it. A man like this would never stoop so low. Besides, these same men knew that she was paid to think the moon and sun of his cock.
“You might be surprised.” She maintained eye contact as she rubbed his cock through his pants.Holy balls.Maybe literally. This man was definitely erect, and it wasn’t the tent hitched in his pants giving it away. Judith slowly lowered his zipper, wetting her lips. “A girl never tires of hearing it.”
“Then hear it again. You’re a beautiful woman.”
Judith held in any reaction bubbling behind her eyes, in her throat, in herloinsas she uncovered the cock hiding within suit trousers and gray cotton briefs.Hi. My name is Judith King. Pleasure to meet you.She introduced herself because she was about 90% sure this was a sentient being in here.
It was better than responding how she really wanted to: by exclaiming that he could have another career as a porn star.
