First Time Escort (Part 2)

As the door slowly opened, Kimmie began getting second thoughts. Could she really go through with it? Did she have what it takes to be an escort? Either way, there was no turning back. She would just have to get through the next hour or so, and that would be it. This was something she would never do again.

Kimmie felt a sense of relief when Mike came into view. She was half-expecting a man who wouldn’t be capable of capturing a woman’s interest; she couldn’t have been more wrong. He was about six feet tall with brown hair that just started graying at the temples. He had an average build and wasn’t the least bit overweight. It was clear that he worked out, because his arms were nicely toned. And, to top it off, he was good-looking with a strong jaw and a well-groomed goatee.

She may have had reservations about being an escort for a night, but she figured there were worse things in the world than fucking Mike.

Unsure of what exactly to do, she simply smiled, before slowly getting off the bed to greet him.

“I’m Kimmie, and I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” she said, while putting her hands on his shoulders and kissing him gently on the cheek. She tried her best to remember everything Brooke had told her.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, as well. I’m Mike.”

“I’d rather call you daddy, if that’s OK,” she whispered into his ear.

He couldn’t help but smile after hearing those words, and said, “I’d like that.”

“I hope you like my outfit. I thought of you when I bought it today.”

“You look wonderful, and so much better than I dared hope.”

Not sure of what to say or do next, she took his hand and led him to the queen-sized bed.

What comes next? Should she start taking his clothes off? Give him a blowjob? That all seemed abrupt. Well, he liked being called daddy, so she figured she couldn’t go wrong playing his little girl.

She laid down next to him with her head on his shoulder and her hand rubbing his chest.

“Brooke was holding back on me. She didn’t tell me you were this good-looking.”

“Thank you, Kimmie. That’s very kind of you.”

She began undoing the buttons on his shirt. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Of course he didn’t mind. He was there for that and more–much more–but he liked being asked, and it felt sexy to get his permission.

“No, not at all.”

If there was one thing she learned as a stripper, it was how to take clothes off seductively. She undid one of his buttons and slowly let her hand slide under his shirt and lightly glide over his flesh. She felt him shudder, which told her she was off to a good start.

“Brooke tells me you’re new at this.”

“Yes. In fact, you’re my very first. I hope that’s OK.”

“I’m actually proud to be your first.”

She smiled as she started undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, which allowed her hand to roam over his entire chest. After a couple of minutes, Kimmie’s hand stopped. She hated admitting it to herself, but she wasn’t exactly sure what to do next? Should she ask Mike what he wanted? But, since she was a high-priced escort, she should know. What if she made a move that turned him off? With the money he’s spending, he’s certainly entitled to a memorable encounter.

Mike sensed her unease and asked, “Would it help if I guided you a little.”

She nodded. In a way, they would both be taking care of each other at the same time. She liked that idea.

“Why don’t you slide my pants off? I think it’s time we got more comfortable.”

She undid his pants slowly to build his anticipation, as well as her own. He raised his hips, making it easier for Kimmie to slide his pants and briefs down his legs and drop them on the floor. Her eyes widened as Mike’s semi-hard cock sprang into view. He was large, and she knew he’d be getting much larger in no time.

“It’s beautiful, Mike. So much more than I hoped for.”

Those weren’t mere words. His cock was both long and wide with a large, pink head. And it was shaved clean. No hair at all. She had never had a bare cock before, and for the first time, she was excited about having sex with Mike.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Those words surprised her. For some reason, Kimmie thought this would only be about sucking and fucking.  Their lips met lightly–then again and again, each time leading to a deeper kiss, until their tongues were passionately exploring each other’s mouths.

She could have stayed that way for the rest of their time together, but she wanted more–much more–and began kissing her way down his chest.

Mike’s cock twitched as she kissed his inner thighs and the soft flesh near the base of his shaft. She couldn’t hold back any longer. And if he wanted to cum twice during their session, she had better take care of business now.

“Can I have a taste? Would that be okay, daddy?”

“I’d like nothing more, Kimmie.”

Teasing him ever so slightly, she slowly licked up the length of the shaft–once, twice, three times– before letting the head of his cock slowly disappear between her full lips. She enjoyed the smooth flesh and musky scent, and she craved more. Kimmie went deeper and deeper, feeling him grow all the more in her warm, wet mouth. She loved making a cock harden, knowing that it was her doing and no one else’s. And she loved knowing that a man wanted her desperately.

She kissed and licked his cock, then rubbed it along her cheek and lips as if she couldn’t get enough. Then, once again, she took him deep into her mouth, getting to about an inch from the base. She gagged slightly while trying to take more, but his cock filled her mouth, and she could go no deeper. For a moment, she wondered how it would fit when they fucked, but that concern would have to wait.

She sucked as her tongue played with his shaft, and her lips caressed his skin. Mike squirmed under her touch and his cock throbbed, which let her know it wouldn’t be much longer. She quickened her pace and embraced him all the more with her lips. His rock-hard flesh pulsed again and again, unleashing a stream of cum into her waiting mouth. It was warm,  salty, and sticky, and she couldn’t get enough.

Kimmie had tried swallowing once before, but couldn’t go through with it. But this was different. Maybe it was because of Mike or the circumstances. Whatever the reason, she loved the feel and taste of his cum. It was pure sex, and she wanted the experience to last.

She looked up at him while she slowly backed off his cock. Her lips lingered around the head before she pulled away and swallowed, letting every drop slide down her throat. She  then licked her lips and smiled, locking her eyes on his.

A small bead formed at the head of his cock. Kimmie bent down to catch it, wanting one more taste and to show Mike how much she enjoyed taking care of him. Moving down to the bottom of his shaft, Kimmie licked up every side, making sure nothing went to waste. And again, she put his cock back into her mouth to savor the moment.

Kimmie wasn’t just willing to fuck Mike; she wanted to. Very much.

Knowing that Mike needed a little time to recover before they fucked, she snuggled up next to him. But he had other things in mind.

His hands began caressing her–first her hair, then her back, ass, and thighs. He was tender, something she didn’t quite expect. He pushed himself up and gently positioned her onto her back so that he could explore the rest of her. Starting with her full breasts, Mike slowly kissed her warm, soft flesh, spending plenty of time on her erect nipples. He worked his way down her body until he found himself between her welcoming thighs.

Kimmie closed her eyes and felt his soft kisses all along her opening, followed by the warmth of his tongue slowly caressing her pussy lips, again and again. She let out a soft moan as his tongue penetrated her opening and licked her insides. Sure, Kimmie thought she’d enjoy being fucked, but little did she expect this amount of attention–or pleasure.

Mike turned his attention to her clit, running his tongue over its hardness before taking it between his lips. His gentle sucking, followed by a finger inside, pushed her to new heights. He sucked, licked, and probed until her body yielded to a wave of passion that began between her legs. Kimmie’s body shook and convulsed, as she cried out, pushing her pussy into Mike’s face. She lay back as the shudders subsided and her breathing slowed.

No one had made her feel that way before. And now she wanted more.

“Oh, thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “But now I need to feel you inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me now.”

Mike didn’t respond, but simply knelt before her, stroking his cock to get it hard. She took him back into her mouth to complete the task. His cock was big and wide and stiff. He was ready.

As she reached for the condoms on the side table, Kimmie paused and looked up at him. She wanted his cock now, but she wanted it in all its glory.

“You always use protection, don’t you, Daddy?”

He nodded.

“And this is the first time I’ve done something like this. You  can take me raw, if you want. Would you like that?”

A big part of her knew she shouldn’t go without protection, but she felt it would be OK under the circumstances. And if she was going to have one experience as an escort, she wanted to make the most of it.

Plus, Mike’s cock was gorgeous–and big. She wanted to feel it all.

She looked up at his face and found a look of unadulterated desire, unlike anything she had seen before. He not only wanted her, he craved her. To see a man want her–to need her–that strongly gave her both a thrill and a sense of power.

Kimmie’s own anticipation was building as she felt his warm thighs touching hers and his hardness pressing against her very wet slit. His shaft pressed against her, and their eyes met.

Slowly his tip pushed the lips apart and entered her. She moved her hips forward to welcome his penetrating cock and gasped as her pussy was filled with his very hard flesh.

He began pulling out of her, then thrust his dick back into her–again and again. Not fast, not hard, but very sensually.  He wasn’t so much fucking her, as he was loving her and her body. As much as she wanted that cock to fill her and take her to new heights, she was more turned on by the desire she found on his face. He may have wanted to be called daddy, but Kimmie now realized that she was the one in control. She loved the idea of having that power and, for the first time, wondered if she could give it up.

Kimmie started moving her hips faster, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. She clutched his sides tightly and cried out, as her body convulsed in waves of pleasure. It was then that Mike’s cock pulsed over and over, filling her pussy with his hot cum.

After a minute passed, Mike lowered himself onto Kimmie.

“Hold me, daddy,” she said.

She knew he’d like the sound of that.

She also knew there was no turning back for her. This was only the beginning.

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