Snapshots From a Call Girl – Steven
July 1st, 2010 | Published in Main, Sex, Snapshots From a Call Girl
Steven
$1000/$2000
His house was in the hills of Pacific Heights, a part of town I don’t find myself in often. He asked me to meet him there and although I was wearing six-inch Gucci leather boots that covered my knees, I remember feeling very small as I stood in the giant doorway of his huge home. Generally, I prefer to meet men in public settings before I get to know them, however this was a recommendation from a good client who was also picking up the tab. He opened the door and led me through long hallways, directly to the bedroom.
I was surprised that a man so young could possibly own such an obviously expensive home. While walking through the hallway I noticed family portraits and began to get the feeling it was his parents’.
We entered a room I can only assume was the master suite as it was decorated much too adult for a man of his age. “Take your coat off,” he said firmly. I slowly unbelted the vintage trench I was wearing revealing nothing but the leather boots and a completely shaven new hair cut. “Get on the bed.” The bed was high and I struggled for a second to climb it landing on my back with legs spread open. This was all the invitation he needed and before I knew it his head was between my legs. “God, you taste so good.”
A shudder went through me as his tongue worked me over, slowly at first, than faster, slipping a finger inside me. His finger went deeper, expertly reaching for places he looked to young to know. As he continued to lick my newly shaven pussy, I lost myself in reflection. Occasionally, I will have to think of other scenarios to get off and since I knew this was exactly what would turn him on the most, my mind was a montage of mental images – men who’d fucked me, of men I’d sucked and fucked, men I still wanted to. I was on the verge of coming when the door opened and a man approached us. I was shocked and a little scared at first until I recognized my regular client. “You were right, dad,” said the man in between my legs. “She’s fun.” “I hope you don’t mind,” said my client settling into a blue leather arm chair. “We’ll pay double.”
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