George
I woke up and my head was pounding. I hadn’t quite managed to sober up like the night before and my body was paying for it. I thought sleeping it off would be the only trick for this one, but that’s what Sunday’s are for right? A lazy day before the new week ahead. Eventually my head cleared and I was able to check on a few e-mails before settling down to watch a day of sport from the comfort of my own bed. Thankfully this morning I didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of getting rid of a girl. That was always the silver lining to not having sex. Although, I’d still prefer the sex. I’d actually thought of buying a place just to bring girls home too so I could just leave, but that would have been too much.
I wonder how Sophie slept last night? Argh, why do you even care? It was a colder night than the one before, it must have been a rough night. Just as it would have been for the thousands of homeless around the world, and the starving, and the poor. What’s one girl in a world of problems? Why was I trying to justify not helping one person? I know I’m a selfish bastard, I’m quite content with it. As long as I’m happy, I don’t care about much else. For some reason, I kept having to tell myself that.
My high sex drive was in a lower gear the night previously, but I woke up in a new mood, so maybe Sophie was clearing from my sub-conscious after all. There were a few prostitutes that I used, which may sound surprising for a man who can get sex as readily as I can. You can’t try things out on a one-night-stand though, or at least I find it too awkward to ask. It’s fairly routine sex, missionary, doggy, maybe something different if she’s into it and then done. Never really getting what I want.
That’s where the escort comes in, it’s like the difference between eating at home and going to a fancy restaurant. Anyone can cook at home, but it might not be the best food. If you go out and pay for the best, you get the best. That’s what I paid for, the best, and on my terms doing what I like. What did I like? Well I think they call me a switch in the BDSM world, liking both top and bottom.
Sometimes I liked to dominate, others I liked to be submissive. It just depended what mood I was in. With an escort, however, the will to dominate could be quite difficult. Letting a man you’ve never spoken to before tie you up and blindfold you was understandably quite a big ask. I tried to get around this by using the same escort agency each time, so a trust was developed and they knew what kind of client I was.
It was a Sunday night and before the working week I thought I’d have myself a bit more fun. I called the escort agency and advised them of what time I’d be requiring their services. They asked me if I’d like a specific girl. There were a few that I had used a couple of times and knew well, they were discreet and excellent at their job. Sometimes, though, I liked to gamble and ask them to send anyone they thought was right. All the girls there were of the same standard. Impeccably clean, beautiful and incredible at fucking—you couldn’t go wrong.
Most people have a certain perception, but when you’re paying this much it runs like clockwork and it is very professional. The girls can come to you and an onlooker would never know their intentions by looking at them. They always dressed smartly and covered up any naughtiness lurking beneath.
At the required time there was a knock on the door and in she came. It was a girl that I had never seen before, and she told me that she was new to the company. I didn’t know what kind of experience she had, but she didn’t appear as relaxed as some of the others I’d used. She had long brown hair and was quite slender.
I led her to the guest room where I had fucked Sophie two nights before. She asked for five minutes to get changed in the bathroom, where she took off her coat, took off her black leggings which were hiding the sexier stockings underneath and changed her flat shoes for sexy black heels. It was a very quick and effective transformation.
She had taken off her top to reveal her lace bra and panties. She approached me, giving a gentle kiss before lifting my top over my head. She then took down the jogging bottoms I was wearing and placed my cock inside her mouth. Here was the difference: she was using her tongue in all different directions, changing the tempo and looking me in the eye. You could tell she was a professional.
I placed my hand on the back of her head, as I was in the mood for a bit of domination, and she took it off immediately, which I found slightly annoying. The blowjob was great though, but I wanted to get going with the sex.
“I have some handcuffs and a blindfold, are you okay if we use them?” I asked.
“On you, sure, but not on me,” she said.
I felt like asking her to leave right then. It was that feeling when you want something specific and nothing else will really do. I was disappointed, but since I was paying for her time, I may as well use it. As I said, I had developed a status with the agency I used where I was a trusted client. No girl ever rejected a bit of light domination, but she was obviously new and maybe hadn’t got the message.
“Never mind,” I said in a disappointed tone.
She must have felt the slight tension as she quickly showed me to the bed and laid me down on my back. She unclipped her bra to reveal her breasts. They looked real, which was a change, and looked a beautiful sight as she climbed over me. She guided my cock into her pussy and was soon riding me. While the pleasure was obvious, I was laid there with a quite empty feeling, like when you pay for an expensive meal and it disappoints. This wasn’t what I was looking forward to, and she wasn’t Sophie. I’d had much more fulfilling sex that night with a novice that I’d picked up from the streets.
I loved sex, however, and I was still having a good time. Usually I liked to stretch the time out and get the full hour that I paid for. In this instance, however, I just wanted to have my orgasm and move on with the rest of the right.
I was going to have my pornstar ending, which she was happy to oblige to as she once again sucked my cock until I finished over her face. While the sex was usually great when you paid for it, there was no connection and it was never the greatest turn on. The girl went to get cleaned up before emerging from the bedroom.
We exchanged pleasantries before I saw her out of the apartment. I’m sure she was nice but I’d be making sure that I never had her again. I was left feeling disappointed and reminiscing about the sex I had Friday night. There was a new work week ahead and it was time to get to bed. I looked out of my window and the weather looked terrible, like I felt. I wondered how Sophie was doing and I wondered why I cared. It had been a crazy weekend, and I was looking forward to the comfort of my warm bed.