That was almost six months ago. Six months of confusion, emotional distress, arguments, disillusionment, and worst of all, boring sex.
So I gave up.
Last night, after contentious evening with my so-called girlfriend that ended with us broken up and me angry as hell, I made the call. I set up an evening with Jenna Mynx, a pornstar who escorts on the side. Although I’ve never been with her before, I feel like I know her well, having jerked off to way too many of her movies over the past few years.
Normally I don’t set up sessions with porn stars, mostly because they use their notoriety as an excuse to charge three times the average going rate. But I figured after taking so much time off in an attempt to go the legitimate route, I deserved to splurge. And so I did. Jenna is one of the most popular pornstars in the world, and from what I understand—not to mention what I’ve seen on screen—an incredible fuck.
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My stomach is full of butterflies as I wait in my hotel room, working on my eighth beer of the evening. Normally, a session with an escort doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the six-month layoff combined with the fact that I was going to spend the evening with a pornstar instead of a normal escort had given me a good case of the nerves.
I’m reasonably certain it won’t affect my performance, but I’m sure it will mess with my personality a bit. Even with all the beers I’ve already finished, I’m still feeling a bit on the shy side. Although I doubt it will matter at all. Jenna is known for being a heavy talker, plus she’s undoubtedly used to being men who are a bit star-struck, so I’m sure she won’t care that I’m most likely going to keep my mouth closed all night.
There’s a knock on the door. I pound the last of my beer, take a deep breath, and head over towards it. After taking another deep breath, I open the door.
Standing there, in the flesh, is Jenna. I take her in with my eyes all at once, staring at her for what seems like an hour but is really only a second.
When I called I asked that she come over dressed normally instead of all decked out in a typical pornstar outfit and she’s obliged, wearing a pink and white striped short-sleeve sweater that exposes a little strip of tanned skin at the bottom of her washboard stomach, a pair of blue jeans and heeled sandals. Her long black hair covers half her gorgeous face and her makeup is relatively subtle, compared to some of the getups I’d seen her wearing in the movies.
Her big, blue eyes were ringed with just a little eyeliner, she has a stud in the side of her nose, and subtle lipstick that matches her sweater. Her tits are small and perky but her legs are long and toned. She’s a beauty to behold, one of the most fuckable girls I’ve laid my eyes on in some time.
My breath catches in my throat and my heart starts to pound. Not just because she’s so freaking hot (although she is) but because it’s actually happening. It’s amazing how much of a difference it makes when the girl standing out there waiting to come in and fuck me is a pornstar instead of a normal escort. It really shouldn’t matter, after all the principle is exactly the same, but it does. A lot.
“You must be J.T.,” Jenna says, taking my shyness in stride, just as I figured she would.
I nod.
“Do you mind if I come in?”
“Of course not,” I manage to say. I stand aside and she walks by me. I peek at her ass as she walks by. It’s as tight as it always appears to be onscreen. I close the door and turn to face her.
She’s standing there, staring at me with an expectant look on her face. It takes me a moment but I eventually figure out what she wants. I dig into my pocket and pull out a wad of cash and hand it to her.
She gives me a little nod of thanks, then counts it and slips it into her purse. “You seem a little nervous,” she says. “Is this your first time doing something like this?”
“No,” I say. “But it’s been a while.”
“Just relax,” she says, dropping her purse on the coffee table. “I’ll take care of everything.”
She steps towards me and leans in and kisses me. I kiss her back, opening up my lips to accept her tongue. As we explore each other’s mouths, her hands drop down to my waist. She deftly undoes my belt and the top button of my pants, followed by the zipper.
As I take a deep breath to keep myself under control, she drops to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers down as she goes.
With my pants down around my ankles, I watch Jenna as she grabs a hold of my cock and holds it up against my stomach and runs her tongue lightly over my balls. Smiling, she looks up at me.
“You like that don’t you,” she says. “You like it when I lick your balls.”
I nod.
Smiling up at me, she goes back to work on my balls, taking them in her mouth and bouncing them around with her tongue while her hand moves up and down on my cock, gently jerking me off.
Eventually she releases my balls and lets go of my cock, allowing it to hang naturally, or as natural as a rock-hard cock can hang. It’s sticking straight out, parallel to the ground.
“You’ve got a very nice-looking cock,” she says. “Do you mind if I take it in my mouth?”
I shake my head.
“Yeah,
