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Call Girl Confessions, Part 1
Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories
iron-hard cock into me. It was deliciously satisfying and I was climbing towards a tremendous orgasm. I kept up the role-play, and the more I did, the harder and more powerfully he fucked me. "Oh yes! That's it baby, fuck me! Fuck me with that big beautiful cock!" I moaned loudly. He continued to pound into me, filling me with his cock and then pulling completely out of me, only to skewer me once again. He began moaning and I knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. Soon it happened. I felt his cock swell even bigger and his balls tighten up. He gripped my upper arm tightly and with a deep moan that had to come from someplace south of his ankles, he growled. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! NOW!" And with that I felt the first surges of his cock spurting his white hot seed into my waiting pussy. As I felt his cum splash against the walls of my pussy, I came too, shrieking my need to the ceiling as I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting to let him go. I came hard - harder than I had ever cum before, my entire body convulsing and contorting like a snake being electrocuted. I thought it would never end, but finally it did and I lay on the bed covered in sweat, and ... gasping for breath. Eric lay beside me winded himself and his cock oozing the last drops of cum from the tip. I pulled myself over to him and dutifully licked the cum from his cock, sucking his shrinking tool like a good slave slut should until he was clean. We laid there on his huge bed until we were rested enough to get up. I went in and cleaned up a bit, reapplying my makeup after washing my face and getting the cum out of my hair. I came back in as he was dressing. I got my clothes back on as well, and then he paid me for my service. He walked me to the door and I kissed his cheek. "Can I see you again sometime?" he asked as I got ready to head out the door. "Anytime, lover. Just call Candy and she will let me know!" I said, smiling. I have seen Eric several times since that first day and each time it is a wonderful time. I almost feel guilty about taking money from the man, but I know he wouldn't feel right not paying me. He knows I am a working girl and while we have a good time together, there is no misconceptions about our relationship. I have never kissed any of my clients on the lips, only on the forehead or cheek, and he respects me and my work and is satisfied just being a good repeat customer.