Page 11 of Their Courtesan
Miguel was European through and through, not that such a thing was a problem. The only appropriate response was to run her fingers beneath his length, feeling the heat of his skin as he filled with blood and lust.For me.Usually, Judith assumed that a man’s arousal was notbecauseof her. Because she was a woman? Let alone a naked, sexually available one? Obviously. Butbecauseof her? Nah. She never took that amount of credit. These men she slept with would get hard for the nude statues in the labyrinth outside. Most of them were only concerned with what tight and warm hole she provided.He’s definitely gonna get a tight one out of me.Every woman in the world was probably tight to a man like this.
Haha. Having sex with this thing.
In civilian life, Judith would probably congratulate Miguel on his great, penile accomplishments and be on her way, whistling and laughing until she found someone to gab about it with.“Girl, you should’ve taken it on! Especially if he was that gorgeous!” “Don’t think you’d be saying that if you saw it.”Judith was a professional, though. Her job, the foundation of her career, was to act like this wasn’t a big deal. Most men? They wanted her to make a big deal about their cocks. Declare it huge. Too huge for her, surely. When they finally fucked her?“Oh, sir, it’s so big! I’ve never had one this big before! Ooohhh!”To be fair, most of them were adept enough to give her at least some pleasure, but half this job was lying through her sweet teeth to keep the client happy.
If such a thing was possible tonight. Judith was already reading Mr. Bolivar’s expression. He was deciding if it was even worth trying to stick it in her. Probably had this problem more times than he cared to count. Was this why he told Monica about it? Good hell, and she came to Judith!
Should she go ahead and tell him he could do whatever? Ask for the world’s most thorough hand job? Fuck her tits? Jerk himself off on her?Do I even want to know how much this guy comes?Judith tried wrapping her hand around it. She couldn’t.
“This beautiful woman wants to suck your cock.” Judith touched his tip, impressed that it was already dripping precum.Guess that answers my last question, then.“Let me have the honor.”
“The honor, huh?” Miguel’s voice was starting to strain. “I won’t lie. You’re so beautiful I wouldn’t mind watching you try.”
Try! Judith could blow anything!
Granted, this was a bit bigger than she was used to. No worse tasting, though. In fact… it really wasn’t that bad. Certainly musky, or that could have been the incense burning out on the other side of the room.Fuck, I love cock.It was what made the job so attractive in the beginning. Aside from the money, of course. Even before she became a pro, Judith loved rubbing herself all over a man’s member and feeling him come inside her,onher. It was almost better than the sex itself.I’m not sure about it either.At least she knew why Monica came to her. Cock King is what Judith should’ve been called.
All right. I’m going for it.
A groan shook between her and the man beneath her touch. Was Miguel finally giving himself over? Would he stop worrying about things beyond his control? No. Probably not. Men like him never stopped worrying, or controlling, or at least grasping at worry and control. It was how they were raised, whether they grew up in poverty, constantly fretting over money, food, and shelter, or if they grew up in the embrace of luxury, where they always wanted more, or were afraid it would all go away. So to hear that groan of pleasure, of need, of slightly satiated desire was all Judith needed to feel praised as she grabbed his cock and parted her lips over his tip.
Praised, sure. Losing her fucking mind? Definitely.
Fine line between being attentive to a client, mindful of her own limitations, and throwing herself into the wind of sex for the sake of it. Yet Judith found herself blurring every line the more she put her mouth on this man. Tasting his skin. Inhaling the scent that made him male and young enough to have her. Feeling the surge of power emanating from his body as he carefully controlled how it reacted to her.I bet he wants to fuck my mouth.Guys loved doing that. With the right man, Judith loved having it done to her.
“Fuck,” Miguel muttered. He stared at the ceiling. Judith grazed her teeth along his skin, easing her mouth open to take him in. “You’re making me want to fuck you even more than I did before.’
It wasn’t easy giving him the usual treatment. Yet the spirit was willing, even if her body warned her that this man was unlike any other she had been with before.I can do this.Judith spent more time stroking him and nipping his flesh than outright sucking him off, but a girl needed time to relax her mouth around something like this. A girl also could draw quite a bit of inspiration from what she had in hand.He wants to fuck me with this thing…Judith could see it now. Her, on her back, this man ramming her pussy until she was screaming in unprecedented bliss. That’s how she wanted it to happen. Ithadto happen that way.
“Touch yourself.”
Judith’s left hand disappeared between her legs, stroking the inside of her thigh while her right hand stroked his cock. She dove deeper into his trousers as she pressed her fingers along her slit, stimulating her clit. Her lips found his sack and pursed against it – it elicited another groan from a man quickly losing his bearings.
Eventually Judith couldn’t take it anymore. She had to feel him in her mouth. Now.
The delightful string of curses he uttered as she swallowed half his cock urged her to continue. Judith would not let him leave her room until he was wholly satisfied in one form or another. It was only right. Not just because he was paying her, but because a handsome man who had come out all this way should get to have one of the most pleasing times of his life. Or so Judith told herself as his tip hit the back of her throat. The rest of her mouth was equally stimulated.
Now I’m wet as fuck.Wet enough to take him on? Shit, did she have XXL condoms in her drawer?
“Keep that up and I’ll come in your throat.”
So?
“I know you can make more money off of me.”
Why did he have to go and say something like that? For once, Judith was enjoying the illusion that no money existed between them.So much for that.She slowly pulled off, turning her gasp into a smile as she straightened her back and brushed her breasts against his erection.You’re right. A blowjob until you come in my mouth is five grand. A titfuck until you come on me is a good $7500. So what do you want?
Hopefully he wanted intercourse. Fucking her between the legs cost a man $15000, and Judith got a third of that after Monica and the Château took their cuts. Not that such cuts were on the books, mind, since that wasillegal,but the honor system was strong around there. The madam made sure of that.
Judith wanted to get paidandto get laid. She didn’t care if Miguel had a pencil dick or a flashlight sprouting from his pubic hair. Fifteen-grand was fucking fifteen-grand!
“Let’s go to bed.” She touched his scratchy cheek. How easy it would be to get lost in his facial hair. Was he trying to grow it out? Or had he simply not shaved in two days and would get to it eventually? Judith ran her hand down his bare chest. There was some good hair there too. Miguel wasn’thairylike some of the men who came through that door, but he had more than a decent amount. Judith liked it. “I have it on good authority that the owner of that bed likes big cock.”
“She shouldn’t like it.” Miguel didn’t flinch as he stood up with Judith, his cock rigid and pointing directly at her. It looked even bigger from this angle. “She should love it, otherwise there’s no point.”
Judith couldn’t argue with that.I am definitely earning my keep tonight.
They made it halfway to the bed before Miguel grabbed her arm and pulled her into both of his.
