Page 15 of Their Courtesan
Judith was at a loss for words. Indeed, she was at loss for breath and clarity as well.It has never, in my life, felt like this before.Her whole body responded to his orgasm. Taking him. Siphoning the seed from his cock. Clenching around him, afraid to let him go. It was a piece of paradise that froze her in time and made her experience the strangest calming sensation flooding her body.
“Good God,” Miguel moaned, stopping his thrusts and letting his cock rest inside of her. “That was fantastic.” Eventually, he began pulling out. His grunts informed Judith that what he saw and felt pleased him greatly. Soon she felt it too – pouring from her body, as she hoped it would. Her fingers went between her legs and felt the results of this crazy encounter.That is a serious hole I’ve got going on.No surprise. Amazing, but no surprise.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Judith turned over. Her breaths came back to her. She opened her eyes and saw Miguel propped up beside her. “Anything else I can do for you?”
He chuckled. “Even if there was, don’t you think it best that you get some rest? You may be a pro, but you’re only human.” His touch lingered on her back. “An exceptional one, though. I’m glad I came here tonight.”
Miguel didn’t want cuddles. He barely wanted conversation after fucking Judith in ways she didn’t think she could experience. Instead, he dismissed her to do whatever she needed, whether it was cleaning herself up or resting for another thirty minutes. Meanwhile, he would make quick use of her private bathroom and then settle in for the night.
While he was gone, softening cock still quite impressive, Judith eased herself off the bed and instantly felt his seed drip down her leg.Holy. Shit.Mercy. Pity. Anything. She couldn’t tell if she thought it hot or a hassle to cleanup.With him? Hot.She got to share her bed with him for the night. He smelled good to boot!
In time, reason returned to her endorphin-drunk brain. Numbers coursed across her neurons. Twenty-seven thousand to have him blow that massive load in her and watch it drip from her pussy. That didn’t count the drinks, the massage, the blowjob, and him paying to spend the whole night in her room. That last part especially didn’t come cheap, because as long as she didn’t entertain a client in there, she could make money with another.I’m glad he’s staying. I could not have sex with another guy tonight.Poor Judith was probablytoosatisfied for the next few days. Good thing her weekend started the moment Miguel left in the morning. A girl’s refractory period could be cumbersome at times.
Cleaning up after a client was finished was always the worst. The mess. The smell (sometimes.) The complete disregard for her belongings when he was in the heat of the moment. Thankfully, Madam Monica employed a full-time launderer who never griped about the stuff she was given to clean.She must be paid super well.Judith thought this as she examined her bedding, wondering if Miguel would want her to rip it off or if he further got off on sleeping beneath his own dried mess.I am always surprised, and yet never am.
As soon as Miguel came out of the bathroom, Judith went into attentive mode, hoping to coax one last service out of him for the night. She didn’t knowwhat,but who knew? Maybe he would like a relaxing massage to drift off to sleep. How about a handjob? Another blowjob? Come on, man!
He declined. Politely, but declined nonetheless. “I think I will turn in for the evening, thank you. Do you have a preference for what side I sleep on?”
Judith shrugged. “Makes no difference to me.” She always slept on the right side, but Mr. Hung Money could sleep on top of her if it pleased him. “If you don’t mind, I’ll use the bathroom now.”
He didn’t care. Judith went in, intent on cleaning herself up, but distracted the moment she smelled that strong cologne in one of her most intimate rooms.
How much money had she made off that glorious man? Judith sat down, using her fingers to go through the most prominent figures.Wow.She was used to making good money in a night, but there was something about this amount… right around fifty grand. The man had spent over fifty grand at the Château in one night. Not unheard of. To be fair, however, few opted to pay for coming inside her.
Judith wandered back into her room, refreshed. Miguel was already in her bed, dozing beneath the soiled covers. At least that answeredthatquestion.
It wasn’t unusual for Judith to sleep with her clients. About half of them paid for it, and although it cost double than planning to sleep in a private guest room, many took her up on it. Even so, she was pleasantly surprised when Miguel wrapped an arm around her and went to sleep spooning her. She wouldn’t charge him for that.
