Sex for money-my first escort date

Slowly I opened my eyes, feeling the early sunrays tickling my nose. It must be Sunday morning, if I remember correctly, a glance at the alarm clock almost makes me hope, anxious, that it is Sunday morning. Mercilessly the LED of the alarm clock shows me the time, shortly before twelve. If for some reason it is not Sunday today, I would have a serious problem – once again I would have overslept the start of work in the office and then, after the many nights of partying in the past, I would have lost my job for good today.

But my work is as indifferent to me at this moment as the famous sack of rice that falls over somewhere. The memories of the last night return fragmentarily to my still tired head, conjuring a smile of satisfaction and satisfaction on my lips. Almost mechanically my hands grope for my bag, find it in the middle of a pile of clothes next to the bed, looking for the envelope, which must still be unopened somewhere in the bag. My trembling fingers open the envelope, begin to count. 100..200..300… at seven hundred euros I breathe a sigh of relief, my fee, the reward for four hours of pleasure is complete. So I have really done it. Yesterday was my first date as an escort lady. Yesterday I got paid for sex for the first time.

More and more the fog that is rolling through my head brightens up, more and more the fragments of my memory become little stones that come together to form a mosaic, the mosaic of my memories, of the hotel room, of him, the harsh scent of his eau de parfum returns to my nose, his deep male voice to my ears.

I see him before me again, I see his naked skin, I hear his lustful moans, I have his trembling, masculine splendor before my eyes again, which is about to disappear deep inside my mouth, I feel his sweaty body, which my head is approaching more and more, a body that trembles, trembles excitedly, under what my lips are just about to give him. My body also begins to tremble at this moment, at least inwardly, an excited, eagerly awaited tremor, to the moment when I can feel deep inside myself what is still throbbing and pulsating in my mouth at this moment, when it fills me completely, when it gives me the most beautiful feelings that a woman can only imagine.

The lust of what I have experienced begins to overwhelm me, takes possession of me once again, conjures up goose bumps on my arms, whose cool shivering, which passes over them, stands in stark contrast to the blazing fire that rages within me. As if by magic, my fingers glide over my excitedly trembling body, caressing my slightly rising and falling breasts, gliding through my wet cleft, penetrating deeply into my inviting wetness; more and more the memory of this lustful and unrestrained evening returns to my mind, more and more images of our lust alternate before my mental eye.

I still believed to feel his full masculinity inside me, his energy with which he penetrated me, his kisses and tenderness with which he prepared me for the furious finale that would catapult us both high into a distant universe where only eroticism and lust have any meaning.

Sixteen hours earlier:

Already three days ago my profile was listed on the homepage of the small but very exclusive escort agency. Finally, the long-awaited phone call came, which brought me my first booking. Even as I hung up the phone, I felt the slight nervousness that took possession of my body, the tingling in my stomach, the light, pleasant goose bumps that covered my body.

It was only brief information that I received, Hotel Residence, four hours, starting at 7 pm. “And put on a business-like costume, black nylons with suspenders, high heels. Underneath something playful, you know,” Alexandra, the agency’s telephone lady, told me, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Almost casually I chose my clothes, head cinema kicked in, started to turn the seconds into minutes, the minutes into hours, the hours into days. The clock hand seemed to stand still, sometimes I almost thought it was moving backwards. More and more my thoughts circled, my head cinema, which began to drive me crazy, my first date, my first booker. It will be a blind date, as with most dates I will only find out who he is, who we are facing.
I would show up at his hotel without much information about him, only then, when he opens his room door, I will know who he is. The tingling in my body intensified the closer it got to 7 pm. Very early, almost too early, I started to get dressed, checked several times that my costume fit correctly, checked my make-up almost every minute.

I could take a cab, travel expenses would be covered, but somehow it pushed me to the subway and the short walk from the stop to the agreed meeting point. My costume emphasized my figure almost provocatively, but in no way cheaply, the nylons together with the high heels seem to make my legs even longer than they usually are. My make-up was discreetly applied, was in perfect harmony with my clothes, a business lady on her way to the appointment.

I felt the looks of the people who crossed my path almost physically on me, everyone seemed to know where I was going and for what reason. I could hardly stand the nervousness that had taken over my whole body, it was more intense than anything I had ever experienced before, the tingling in my stomach spoke volumes about my current emotional state. The tension held me tightly in its grip, embraced me like an anaconda’s defenseless victim.
At last I had finally reached the Residence, an old but noble house, where for decades only guests who don’t have to turn the euro twice before spending it have stayed. I knew the eight-story house, actually only its cozy facade, had walked past it several times before, but today there was something threatening about it, as if it wanted to devour me or collapse into itself, as soon as I entered it.
Was I wrong, or did the reception staff look exactly in my direction, just as I entered the foyer, whispering about me behind closed doors, did the hotel guests in the lobby almost cut an alley for me to avoid coming into contact with me? Did everyone here know the reason for my stay, was it burned deeply and legibly into my forehead or was it just my imagination?

Finally, the elevator door opened, the elevator was not secured with a keycard, as we had discussed, allowing me to enter the seventh floor without the procedure of registering with the consierge.

It seemed to take forever for the elevator to start moving, forever too, until the crossing of each floor was indicated in red on the display of the elevator. Finally: 4, 5, 6. with a jerk, the lift ended its journey, opened its doors, released its only passenger into a semi-dark, tube-like corridor. Room 808. it had to be a suite, that much I knew…my nervousness increased immeasurably, my nerves seemed to be tense, almost to the point of tearing apart, the ants that had completely taken possession of my stomach were constantly tingling from one direction to the other. The walls of the hallway seemed to crush me, almost believing I could hear their every step despite the deep sound-absorbing carpet.
708, at last I was standing in front of the door which, as soon as it opened, would reveal the secret. Once again I was faced with the decision to knock or to leave. Almost mechanically my hand moved up, my knuckle softly touched the door, knocking. The soft sound seemed to echo across the entire hallway, dug deep into my brain, as if it was made for eternity.
My heart was pounding and I felt an almost panicky nervousness inside me as the door slowly opened. At last he stood before me. He didn’t look like the type of man you commonly imagine ordering a girl to his room. He must have been about 15 years older than me, his gray curly hair had something of Richard Gere. Tall and slim he stood in front of me, his tailor-made suit reinforced my positive impression. Despite his age, he was not only extremely attractive, but also downright appealing to me. ‘Why does someone like that have to pay for it’, I asked myself, while I felt the benevolent looks of his warm eyes on my body. I followed his inviting hand, sat down next to him on the sofa, watched as he almost casually placed an envelope on the table. “So you are Verena?”, he began to slowly break the ice. “This is your first meeting, I assume?”. The lump that had formed in my throat made it difficult for me to speak, it was only enough for a confirming ‘Mhm’.

Smiling, he handed me a glass of champagne, again his eyes wandered over my body, triggering in me this wonderful tingling, this arousing tension that men my age are almost incapable of arousing. He had to be a born seducer, a man who knows every second what the woman at his side wants and needs. “You are beautiful”, his hand rested on my thigh, I felt the pleasant warmth emanating from his skin, slowly taking possession of my body, not letting go of him. I felt in this moment that I would have given myself to Klaus even without money, that I began to become wax in his hands at such an early moment. His erotic charisma completely captivated me, almost began to make me will-less, awakened in me the most ardent desire to lie in his arms, to feel him, his body, his kisses, to open myself to him and to lay at his feet.
Slowly our lips approached, his tongue gently penetrated my mouth, I enjoyed his slightly salty taste, enjoyed his soft lips playing with mine. His hands gently brushed the blazer off my shoulders, opened the blouse and caressed my lustfully aroused breasts hidden behind the silk of the thin bra. His lips slid deeper and deeper, making their way across my cheek, neck and nape, deep into the valley that separated my two elevations before they sank deep into him.
I almost melted away under his tenderness, the small, wet spot that had formed in my panties seemed to take on the dimensions of a lake, my desire for him almost took over, I wanted to feel him, everywhere, everything of him, his kisses, his tender hands, his body, his throbbing masculinity, which slowly penetrates me, makes me will-less, only fixated on one thing. “You wear wonderful underwear,” he praised the choice of my lingerie, while he got rid of my skirt; little by little his clothes scattered wildly on the floor.

Klaus stood in front of me, I looked at him smiling, inviting, took his hand, which he gave me, to lead me over to the overhanging double bed. Again, Klaus stood in front of me, watching me, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking my breasts, playing with my nipples until they stood upright. Slowly my hands glided over my body, I felt how I wished at that moment that it was his hands that explored me, his fingers that dipped into my wet grotto, that gave me lust and desire. Several times he wanted to touch his throbbing masculinity, caress it, each time I pulled his hand away from it, wanted him to give me and my lustful play his full attention. His splendor began to tremble excitedly from my lustful play, I felt the fever that had taken possession of his rod already physically; slowly I pulled my fingers, shining with moisture, out of my crack, offering them to him invitingly. “You are a beast”, he praised me, “just playing the little innocence and now this unrestraint, your pure lust for sex”. Yes, I had pure lust for sex, for his touches, his rod; enjoying it, he took my fingers in his mouth, licked the juice of my lust, pressed himself against me, very close.

His throbbing masculinity disappeared in my mouth, he slipped out again, smacking his lips, I looked at the rod trembling with excitement, enjoyed the pulsation of his blood in his lollipop, my hands slid along his entire length. I enjoyed this moment when I had total power over him, his body and his senses, if I were to ask him for kingdoms at this moment, he would lay them at my feet.
Lightly my lips touched his swollen tip, enjoyed the first drops of pleasure that formed, opened my lips little by little, so that he was slowly and thoughtfully absorbed in my mouth. Even driven by pure lust, I varied the pressure of my lips, let my tongue circle over his glans, his passionate moaning additionally heated me up. He liked what I did with hm. His wild, lustful moaning additionally heated me up, I closed my lips over the bulge of the retracted foreskin, played with him, glided over him, returned to start my playing again, throwing him to madness.

I . felt that I had already overstretched the thread in this moment, that I had pushed him too far, that I could no longer stop the inevitable. I literally felt his milky liquid chasing through his splendor before it poured into my mouth.

“And that was just the prelude,” I lured him into bed after his love fluid rushed through my esophagus. His erection, which had never completely softened, was immediately restored, growing quickly to full bloom under my fingers, which closed tightly around it, while we were wildly attacking each other. His kisses drew a hot trail over my aroused body; his tongue, his lips explored my body, even the most remote regions, until his tongue finally sought its place in my most intimate and excitable region. Curiously she explored my hot grotto, retreated to gently caress my trembling labia, began another expedition into my moisture.
I could hardly endure his tenderness. Whimpering with lust, I clung to the bed, not to be washed away by the torrential rush of seconds that would take away my senses, making me forget the world around me.

Again he pulled his tongue out of my fragrant femininity, kneeled between my legs, showed me what would await me in a few short moments. Lightly, his tip penetrated me, withdrew, penetrated into my cleft again. He had to be totally in control not to penetrate me immediately and deeply, the more I demanded, the less he gave me. He drove me into a madness of lust, a never suspected sensual intoxication that took possession of my whole body, made it stagger into the depths of perfect lust. “Please, take me at last,” I begged him, at last he fulfilled my wish, slowly pushed himself into my warm moisture, made my center burn like under a hellfire. There were gentle, loving thrusts, I heard whole choirs of angels singing, colors played before my eyes like kaleidoscopes, while we rocked up our lust together into heavenly spheres.

Sweaty, our bodies stuck together, seemed to be a single lump trembling with lust The exciting burning in my desire channel was unbearable, his rhythmic, gentle and loving thrusts conjured hot and cold shivers down my back, I had long since lost all control over myself, clawed my fingers deep into his back, consisted only of lust and unrestrained horniness, tried to savor this wonderful feeling of being on the verge of rupture, of being shattered, for as long as possible, when, as if out of the blue, the ecstasy of seconds seized me, the masses of a gigantic deluge crushed over me, buried me underneath and took all tension from my body. Klaus must have come at the same moment as I did, the slippery, milky liquid on my body spoke volumes.

I don’t know how much longer we both lay together, kissed, stroked, only after Klaus fell asleep did I begin to slowly get dressed, take the envelope off the table and leave the room quietly.

More and more the fragments of the previous night condense into a whole, more and more the memory comes back, a memory of a lustful, unrestrained night.
More and more often my gaze wanders over to my telephone, hoping to hear it ringing again soon. The agency, a new assignment. And I know I won’t have to wait long.

End

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