I let out a final little groan and she aims my cock at her tits and then a white stream of sperm comes shooting out, splashing all over her tits, and still she’s jerking me off as another stream comes shooting out, and then another, drenching her tits with my cum. She jerks me off until nothing more is coming out, then sticks my still stiff cock in her mouth one last time and sucks on it for a couple seconds before letting it go.
She looks up at me and smiles, her entire chest coated with my cum. “Well, what do you think?” she asks. “Did I live up to my end of the bargain?”
“You certainly did,” I reply. “You were incredible.”
“Ah, aren’t you sweet,” she says. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go clean myself up.”
“Be my guest,” I say.
She stands up, gathers her clothes, and heads into the bathroom. “You mind if I take a shower?”
“Not at all.”
Ten minutes later she’s showered and all put back together, looking better than ever. It’s hard to believe that just minutes ago she’d had buckets of my cum all over her chest.
She heads towards the door, where I’m waiting with her money. I hand it to her and she flips through it before tucking it into the front pocket of her jeans.
“I trust you were satisfied?” she says.
“Absolutely,” I say. “In fact, I had such a good time that I’m going to do something I’ve never done before.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Ask you your name,” I say. “In case I want to request you again.”
She gave me a quizzical look. “You’ve never asked a girl her name before?”
I shake my head.
“No shit?”
“No shit,” I say. “It’s just not how I roll.”
She laughs. “You’re a bit of a strange fellow, aren’t you?”
“A bit,” I say. “So, are you going to tell me or am I going to have to beg you for it?”
“Well, as much as I’d like to see you beg, I’m in a bit of a hurry, so I’ll let you off easy this time. My names is Misty.”
“Misty, huh?”
“That’s right,” she says. “And you are?”
“J.T.”
“Pleased to meet you, J.T.”
“Likewise,” I say. I just stand there like a dumbass, a big smile on my face, unsure of what comes next. This was uncharted territory for me, trading names and actually considering the idea of requesting for the same chick twice. I had no idea where to go from here.
Luckily Misty broke my stupor. “Uh, J.T.?”
“Yeah?”
“You mind moving aside so I can get going?”
I look up and realize I’m standing directly in front of the door. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”
I move aside and open the door for her. She walks past me, her face inches from mine, and I have to fight the urge to lean over and give her a kiss. What the hell has gotten into me?
“Don’t worry,” she says with a little smile that implies she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “I have this affect on people all the time.”
“I’m sure you do,” I say.
“It’ll pass,” she says.
“I’m sure it will,” I lie.
She laughs as though she can see right through me. “So until next time?”
“Until next time.”
“Take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
And with that, she walks out the door and heads down the hall, no doubt on her way to her next customer. I shut the door and lean up against it. I feel like a stupid little school boy, pining to chase after her, beg her to spend the night with me. I can feel myself starting to become what I’ve worked so hard to stay away from. A real, actual, human being. With emotions and everything. Incredible.
There’s a reason I love escorts. No bullshit, no weirdness, no hassles. And most of all, no emotion. Until now. Until Misty. But that’s all right. I’ll get over it, I’m sure of it. I just have to up the ante a bit next time, order up an even nastier girl, someone who’s up for anything, someone who will make me forget about Misty. Or get myself three girls, maybe even four. Whatever it takes. Because I don’t have time for the madness of emotion. It just doesn’t suit me. Or so I keep telling myself. So until next time, enjoy. And don’t forget, nothing satisfies like an escort.
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KINKY ANAL SLUT
Famous people are always complaining about the downsides to fame. Being chased by the paparazzi, getting recognized everywhere you go, people thinking they know you because they’ve seen you on television; the list goes on and on. But don’t listen to those blowhards who complain that fame just isn’t worth it. They’re full of shit. The benefits far, far outweigh the negatives.
Being famous opens up all sorts of opportunities that are never available to the common man. Invitations to the best parties, hanging out with other rich and famous people, and hopping around the world on your private jet are just a few.
But one of the most important benefits to being famous is the wealth that comes with it. Wealth is important because it allows you to go pretty much whatever you want. Two-month vacation in Hawaii? No problem. Fly to Europe for a couple of days? Done. Go hide at a mountain resort away from civilization for some down time? Piece of cake.
Not to mention the ability to buy your way out of most kinds of trouble. It’s amazing how easily you can get out of a dicey situation with enough money, whether it be with a civilian, a jilted lover, or even the law.
And it helps mightily with the women
