By Girl Next Door

Benny
$1500

I meet him at Absinthe in Hayes Valley. I wear the black Diane von Furstenburg wrap dress with the super low neckline and the long Van Cleef & Arpels silver chain that hangs to my navel and nestles just in between my breasts. He asked me to wear the red D&G shoes he bought me, so I do, although they are a size too small and hurt my feet. I think he secretly knows that and likes to walk a bit faster than me, forcing my tiny Geisha steps to keep his pace.

He seems to know the chef well and has her send out a six-course tasting menu, a different glass of wine appearing with every course.  I drink slowly but he’s watching and although I don’t like to get drunk I can tell that’s what he’s wants. He rubs my back, my shoulders and kisses me on the head twice when he gets up to go to the bathroom. We talk at length about his fiancé, how beautiful she is and why he’s so unhappy.  As he speaks of her his hand wanders up my thigh to between my legs and he begins to rub my panties. The restaurant is crowded and though I am a bit embarrassed I never take my eyes off him.

He keeps a small apartment not far from the restaurant that I’ve been to twice. From the lack of personal effects, it doesn’t appear that he lives there although the closets are full. While he’s in the shower, I strip down into a black lace La Perla thong, leave the necklace on and wait for him on the fur spread covering his bed.

He likes to take me from behind and as usual quickly flips me over onto my stomach. I try to open my legs but he pushes them back together. I think he must like the friction of his dick sliding in between them. Although he tells me I’m beautiful he rarely looks at me once sex has begun.  I make the general moans although for him I keep them quiet in a sweet, pleased attempt at seeming docile.  He whispers in my ear stories of how he’s going to come in my mouth. It’s the same speech every time. At first I was worried it would happen but now I know if I wiggle my hips a little more at just the right moment, he won’t be able to wait.

It works and he falls, sweaty on my back. He lies there for a moment then walks to the bathroom and once again I hear the shower. I made the mistake once of staying and quickly learned this little bathroom trip was a polite way of asking me to leave. I dress and exit quickly walking back to the restaurant to grab a cab. Not 10 minutes later I get a text, “Your smell is still on me. When can I see you again?”

He wanted to take me to the Massive Attack concert at the Fillmore. He asked me to wear a short skirt although he didn’t explain why or give any other instruction. Men often like to dress me up. I picked a flouncy Michael Kors silk skirt in black and paired it with a Dolce blazer I just bought that day. I wore my hair down, long and straight and shiny red lip gloss.

We met at the second floor bar and chatted for a while. He asked me to turn around so he could see me from every angle and then motioned for me to sit on his lap. “I want you to go into the ladies room and take off your panties.” I did as I was asked and when I stepped out of the bathroom he was waiting for me. He grabbed my hand and led me though the crowd. The concert had begun, the lights were low and it was difficult for the two of us to get very close to the stage.

As the music swelled the movement of the crowd pushed us forward and soon we were swaying along with the mass. He managed to pull me in front of him and began to kiss my neck. I could feel his hands grip my waist tightly and before I knew exactly what was happening he was fucking me from behind. His arms were wrapped completely around me now and he was moving inside me along with the rhythm of the crowd.

I rarely engage in public sex and may not have done it had I been forewarned, however this turned out to be a pleasant surprise. The music got faster and his thrusts inside of me began to gain speed. With each beat he was deeper. It felt so scandalous and exciting to be doing this with people grazing either side of us I almost cried out when I came. He bit my neck as I felt him convulsing against my back and I knew he was happy. He slipped out of me, smoothed down my skirt and we watched the rest of the concert. As we turned to leave, the couple beside us winked at him. “Nice show.”

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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.”

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