A friend of mine had introduced me to the idea of being a high-class escort about a month ago. I didn't need the money, but I sure as hell wanted the sex. As a bonus, I could work whatever hours I wanted, so it put no pressure on my busy schedule. During the short time, I've still managed to encounter all types, from older guys on business trips to 18-year-old virgins who want me to make their first time special.
The email I have is from Adriano Baresi. He and I had a somewhat unusual arrangement. Being one of the top real estate agents in the area, he had plenty of exclusive clients who went straight to him. Tell you the truth he seems to be the kind of guy who has his fingers in a lot of pies, but that's none of my business. My business are the clients who get his VIP treatment.
I require your services with a new client of mine, one Xavier Colton. Having paid a fair price for beachside property, I feel it's only reasonable that he receives a proper housewarming. Standard payment of course.
The name Xavier Colton is familiar, so I decide to look him up. Sure enough, he was a fairly prolific artist. Certainly sexy, that's for sure. Wikipedia says his just hit 40, but the photo of him shows a well-built African American man with dark skin, a bald head and an intense look on his face. I can already picture having my hands on the ebony hunk.
Sounds great to me. When is Xavier coming? I'll have to line it up with my schedule but I should be able to make it work.
'Fantastic. He will be here Friday, but I'm sure he can wait if he must.
'Friday works fine. Can't wait'
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I give my slender body a good look in Xavier's mirror. I'm certain he'll find my choice of black lingerie appealing. I know my ass looks dynamite in these panties, and the way it contrasts my pale skin is just perfect. With my make-up done, I head to the fridge, where Mr. Baresi had left a bottle of champagne. With the bottle and two glasses in hand, I head for the couch and wait for Xavier to come in. Five minutes later, and he's walking inside. With his thick-rimmed glasses, black turtle neck, and khaki pants, he has a sleek, yet sophisticated look to him.
He looks at me with surprise as I smirk. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Colton?"
After his moment of confusion, Xavier smiles. "Mr. Baresi must have sent you?"
"Sure did. I'm your housewarming gift."
"Well, he certainly has excellent taste. What is your name?"
"Amelia." That's my working name, anyway.
Xavier walks over and sits next to me, letting me smell his citrusy cologne.
"A drink?" I ask.
I pour two glasses. As we drink, Xavier asks "So, how long do I have you?"
"All night." Maybe the weekend if you're good, Xavier.
"Mhmm, Mr. Baresi is most generous."
"Well, to be honest, I don't do this for money, I do it for fun." I bite my lip as I rub his thigh. "What do you like for fun?"
"First of all, my safeword is Arrêtez."
My heart skips a beat as he snakes a hand under my panties. As he rubs my slit, he stares into my blue eyes.
"I like to be in control. Despite that, I feel no need to strike someone. No, that's all too crude. I prefer to rely on my mind to take control."
"Very good. What are you?"
"Tonight I am your whore." I moan. "Do as you please with me."
"Will you suck my cock?"
"Would you let me use your vagina?"
"Mhmm... Yes Sir."
"Yes Sir... I'm on the pill."
I nod. "If you're gentle, Sir."
Much to my disappointment, Xavier drags his finger away from my slit and up my belly. He then smirks as I wait for him to speak. After a few long seconds, Xavier says "Want me to touch you again?"
"Amelia isn't your real name, is it?"
"No Sir." I confess.
"What is it? Don't worry, you're secret is safe with me."
His finger travels down my belly, sending chills down my spine. "Why do you hide your name?"
"I'm a lawyer by trade, Sir."
"Hmmmm, you really must enjoy this then?"
"Of course Sir."
Once more, his hand slides under my panties but this time stops in my patch of pubic hair. "Take off your bra."
His finger slides back up whilst my hands rush to undo my bra. His teasing has turned me into a fumbling fool, somehow unable to unhook a bra like I've done a thousand times before. After a few long seconds, I manage to unclip it, so I take it off. His hands proceed to palm my beestings, rather than play with my craving slit.
"How aroused are you right now, Morgan?"
"Personally, I think time makes a reward that much more enjoyable. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Good. How about you show me to the bedroom?"
I stand up and walk to the bedroom, making sure to sway my hips just right. God, I can't wait to throw that door open and let Xavier have his way with me. Then again, is he willing to keep this tease up some more? Part of me hopes he'll just push me down and start plowing me, but I guess there's only one way to find out what he'll actually do with me tonight.
As soon as I enter the bedroom, Xavier grabs my arms and pulls me in, rubbing his crotch against my ass. I can feel that bulge in his pants, and it certainly feels above average. Next, I listen to his pants rustle before his cock slaps my ass. He then places his shaft between my butt cheeks and begins rubbing it against me. I can feel his entire length, and he's certainly above average. After a bit of teasing, his hands finally pull down my panties and I shiver, craving that cock of his.
"What do you want, Morgan?"
"I want your cock, Sir."
"How badly do you want it?"
"I need it, Sir."
"Mhmm..." Xavier rubs his tip against the lips of my entrance. "There's only one problem."
"Tonight's about what I want. Get on your knees."
I try my best to hide my frustration as I turn around and fall to my knees. His sizable cock is in front of my face. Thick, long and uncircumcised. After wrapping my hand around his shaft, I begin licking his tip.
"Mhmm... good girl. You know exactly what to do, don't you?"
In reply, I engulf his tip and start pushing down his throat. It's far from the longest cock, but it's girth certainly puts it in 'jawbreaker' territory. I can just imagine how much it'll stretch out my pussy. As my head bobs back and forth, Xavier throws off his shirt to flaunt his chiseled chest. Damn, I need to touch myself. I slide my hand towards my slit, but Xavier says "Not yet. You only get to cum when my cock is inside you, understand?"
I nod, despite the fact his cock is currently inside my mouth.
As I continue to suck off Xavier, I wonder if he's going to blow before I get this magnificent cock inside of my pussy? His pleasured moans fuel my doubt. I mean, I am a professional cock-sucker after all. That's when I get a taste of his pre-cum. Maybe he does want to blow his load in my mouth. Maybe he enjoys the fact he's got me so worked up and there's nothing I can do about it.
That's when he speaks. "That's enough."
I look to him with curious eyes, wondering what his next move will be. Without warning, he grabs my armpits and lifts me up onto the bed. When I land, I spread my legs as an invitation for his gorgeous cock. Despite that, he stands there with a smile. Part of me wants to say something. To ask him why he likes the tease so much, or to call him a bastard for teasing me.
That's when the tip of his cock meets with the lips of my entrance once more. Looking into my eyes, he says "You ready?"
"Yes Sir. Please."
I bite my lip. "Please fuck me. Fuck me however you want with that big cock of yours Sir."
Finally, I feel Xavier's dick slowly but surely enter my soaking wet slit. I let out a whimper as he smiles. "The wait makes it that much better. Don't you agree?"
I'm not sure that I do, but I nod anyway. My jaw drops to let out a moan, feeling his length and his girth stretch me out. He proceeds to thrust, picking up the pace every time he goes back and forth. Soon enough I find myself squeezing on the edge of the bed, my moans turning into banshee cries as I hold on for dear life. Next, my legs begin to tremble, signaling my impending climax. As they do so, Xavier growls "I'm close..."
"So am I... don't fucking stop..."
My body quakes as he erupts inside of me, flooding my channel with his seed. As we pant, we again lock eyes, before sharing a kiss.
"How was that?" I ask.
"Perfect. I'll have to call you again."
"Well... I think the next one's on me..."
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