I climb to my feet, and move them forward, giving myself more leverage over her, allowing me to slam into her with more force, fucking her as she’s screaming, then pushing her head into the carpet as I stand crouched above her and fuck her pussy from behind, hammering her, making her scream some more, and then I’m right there, just moments away, and I keep pounding, keep pounding, trying to push myself over the edge and then she says, “Cum for me, baby, cum all over me,” and my asshole tightens up and I feel a little tremor move through my body and then another one, more powerful this time, and then the urge is just too great, I’m going to cum, and I’m pulling out and ejaculating all over her back, a huge load, painting her tan, muscular back with white jizz.
I’m leaning back, breathing hard and laughing a little bit and feeling good, feeling the short-lived relief that always comes with blowing my load. She is lying down, her stomach to the floor, her body sweaty with exertion. She turns her head and looks at me and her face is red, her mascara is a mess all over her face. But she’s still smiling, that radiant, bubbly, innocent smile. It looks totally out of place with my cum pooling in the low area at the small of her back but it turns me on, the dichotomy not bothering me in the least.
“You want a towel or something?” I ask.
“That would be great,” she says.
“Hang on a sec, I’ll get you one.”
“Thanks.”
She lays there on the floor while I gather a hand towel and wipe my cum off her back.
“You mind if I jump in the shower?” she says.
“Be my guest,” I reply.
She stands up and comes over to me. She climbs up onto her tiptoes and gives me a little peck on the cheek. “Thanks, baby,” she says. “I needed that.”
“My pleasure,” I say.
She gathers her clothes together and heads off to the bathroom. I head over to the nightstand. I pull my wallet out of a drawer, pull ten $100 bills out of it and walk into the bathroom. She’s already in the shower. I place the bills on the counter next to the sink.
“Thanks again, baby,” she says from the shower. “Next time you’re in town, feel free to give me a call.”
“I will,” I say. “Goodnight.”
“’Night,” she says. She grabs a little bottle of shampoo and starts washing her hair. I leave the bathroom and head over to the bed. I climb on top of the covers, pull out the remote, and throw on Sportscenter. I’m still watching it ten minutes later when she walks out of the bathroom, throws one more wave in my direction, and walks out the door without another word.
No difficulties, no small-talk, no pleasantries. All business, no bullshit. Just like I like it. I love escorts. They’re the only way to fuck.
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