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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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Sanjay
$1000
I met him at his suite at the W hotel which was nice but I was expecting much more than just a normal looking hotel room with a corner banquette. He asked me to look “natural and sweet” which for him meant a cheap cotton dress from Nanette Lepore and cowboy boots from Justin. I put my hair into a ponytail because I know he likes to pull it down.
He had perfect lines of coke cut up on the glass coffee table and offered me one. Normally I never do drugs with a client but I know him well and he prefers it. He always seems to have a supply, though I’ve never seem him partake. As I bent over the table, he sat deep into the leather banquette seats and unzipped his pants. Before the cocaine had even begun to take effect he grabbed the back of my head and forced his hard dick into my mouth.
He likes when I struggle and he has to force. I put both my arms onto his thighs and try to pull away. He twists his grip onto my hair and uses it to push me back onto him. I gag and choke, spit coming out of my mouth with every thrust allowing his dick to slide back and forth easily. “My dick can feel the coke on the back of your throat,” he says. His free hand is down the front of my shirt squeezing my breast tightly. He rams deeper into me, causing me to gag quite a bit. Each time he hits my throat he pinches my nipple so hard and painfully I want to cry out. “God, I love to fuck your mouth you dirty fucking slut,” he says over and over again until he pauses and I can feel warm liquid spew into me, filling my entire mouth. He pulls my head off of him but in a very gentle way this time. “God, you’re beautiful,” he says. “There’s a toothbrush in the bathroom.”