Lustful Claims: Filthy Erotica Collection

Squirting for the CEO 1

I’ve been in the escort business for a few years now and Max has always been one of my favorite clients. He is the kinky C.E.O. of Oupayz, a software solution company that provides a seamless internet payment portal providing merchant solutions for online companies worldwide like never before. It’s like the newer, more improved Paypal service. Oupayz made a profit of eight-three and a half billion dollars last year alone, hiking Max’s net worth to two hundred and fifty three billion now according to the magazines and the internet articles. He also owns other apps and software solutions that all together netted him another thirteen billion last year, but Max has no wives. He always uses our services.

We are a high class and expensive secret escort service for the ultra-elites. I have seen and done everything and these guys, mostly older guys, kinks are strange and nastier than I had imagined they would’ve ever been. Max is the only client I have that was in his thirties, early thirties in fact, he was only thirty-two and already a multi-billionaire.

He always arranges for me to be waiting in his hotel suite when he arrives in town. His rooms are usually top story suites with standing securities in suits and ear-piece plugged into an ear at each door jamb. I’ve always wanted to ask him if he has any fiancé or lover in his life but never do because of his usually straight to business attitude. He f***s me then I leave. It's the company's policy.

Not that I thought this billionaire computer programming genius would be interested in little old me, well not little, I’m a bit on the plump side, I’m the only girl in the service that is of a plus size, but I just wondered about his love life a bit. I’ve never seen any tabloid about him and a love interest. No pics of him with a skinny model or actress. Yes I do keep up with his life in the tabloids as much as I can. I’m sure that it wasn’t just me, a shapely and chubby service girl.

The first time I met him the service told me I was to be sitting on the bed fully dressed as I awaited his arrival, which I thought was a little strange. Anyways, I always do what I'm asked. This was a bit new to me sitting here in the air-conditioned hotel room fully clothed. I’m always wearing a sexy, tight and short costume, like a school girl, a teacher, a maid, a waitress, lingerie or naked, but fully clothed is a bit odd. Let’s see where this will go, I thought.

He walked into the room dressed in a black suit white button up shirt and a black bow-tie. He looked me up and down. I was seated in the middle of the long side of the bed facing the open hotel room-door. My knees were spread open wide apart and the partially see-through material of my thin red skirt gathered crumply between my generous crotch. Underneath, I had on sexy red panties with no crotch.

Still holding on to the knob of the door he stood there looking. His blue eyes gazing piercingly into mine instead of between my open legs which was where I thought he would have been gazing. His gaze darted into mine with a dark intent it seemed. Hidden intentions maybe. His stare was sexy yet thickly intimidating. It was almost as if I could feel a heavy weight from his unblinking stare falling on me. Somehow just his darkly ravenous s*x-look turned me on and I felt a twitching feeling inside my belly.

His greased jet-black hair was long only at the front above his forehead. The back of his hair was groomed, clipped short while the front was not so neat. It had a silky Mohawk bang that hung to his fuzzy and shiny black brows. The sharp bones under his brows were cliffed over his eyes and casted a shadow which was what made his stare even so much more darkly intense. His face was structured with a chiseled jaw and his crotch a huge swelling bulge below his simple Armani belt. Max had a really massive c**k by the way.

I waited patiently for his orders or for him to say something but he did not. The silence that filled the room was almost as intense as his stare was.

Max started unpacking one of his black leather bags, laying things on the dresser in a perfect line as he went. Finally, after a three minute build up, I decided to break the ice. I swallowed then asked,

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

He gave me another one of his piercing stares for about three long seconds and somehow my heart reacted in my chest. He lowly replied,

“You be a good girl and sit.”

Another three minutes or so went by and finally it seemed like he was almost ready. For what I was not yet sure.

He sat on the bed next to me, placed his hand on my thigh just below my skirt where my skin was exposed, and asked

“Are you a good girl?”

I knew I could be really naughty at times. I replied,

“Erm, yes I am. But I can be bad if you . . .” his face tensed, he cut me off and said,

“Your response should be 'yes, Sir'.” He asked me again, “Are you a good girl?”

I give the proper response,

“Yes, Sir,” and his face relaxed a bit, he seemed pleased.

He asked me to stand in front of him while he remained seated on the bed. He unbuckled my heels and removed them one at a time. He put his hands up my skirt but above my panties, grabbed onto my thick waist and then tightly slid his hand around to the small of my back. He glided his hands down to my ample ass. His hands caressing all over the most private parts of my body felt like all I wanted, all I desired, he massaged with authority as if he owned me.

He then cupped a substantial amount of the curve that creased on the underside of both my ass cheeks in each of his palms. The underside of my ass felt sensitive to his touch and I jerked a bit. He felt my body jerk and groped on to them firmly, squeezing the right cheek tighter than he did the left. He had a seriously strict stare at me with no smiles but again he looked pleased beneath it all.

He removed his hand off my right cheek and grabbed on to the left with both hands and began kneading my ass firmly. Massaging my ass and biting teasingly above my ass, making sure the edges of his teeth gave me a nip. He bit his way down to the dimple in my ass cheek. He lightly used the nail of his thumb to make a soft line down the crack of my ass. My whole body melted inside. I lost my breath and he heard my breathing short. He swirled his tongue close to my crack then bit on the under-curb of my ass and tugged on it with his sharp teeth then shoved two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them willingly.

He pulled his fingers off my tongue and ran his hand down my smooth thick thighs down to my knees. I could feel the streak of each finger pressing into my thighs as his fingers slid down the meat of my thighs. He removed his hand from under my skirt and did nothing. Just stared up at me and electric tingles from anticipation danced beneath my skin. After a moment he began unzipping my skirt slowly at the side.

He shoved his hand under my blouse and groped on my busty breast through my bra all the while looking directly into my eyes as he got lewd and s****l. He slowly released my boobs, ran his hand down my mid-rift and held on to the hem of blouse. I raised both hands above my head and he gently pulled my top over my head and stopped with it mid way with my hands in the air. He kissed into my deep belly button, a wet kiss with a generous amount of his soft moist tongue. He stiffened his tongue and slither the tip of his tongue from the hole of my navel up my stomach to my bra. He bit on my n****e through the bra. I gasped breathily and my bosom shuddered. He continued to totally strip me of my blouse. I was half naked and felt sexually wanted, hungered for by Max.

He inspected me in my red see-through bra and panties. He stared at my n*****s through the thin material of my bra. Then locked his eyes onto my crotch-less panties. My p***y was plump and shaved bald.

He brought his lips close to my ears and said,

“Only dirty little whores wear crotch-less panties.”

I nodded in agreement, and said

“Yes Sir, I’m a dirty little whore.”

“Take off your bra.”

I unhooked my bra and my boobs bounced on my bosom as I set them free.

“Now take off those slutty little panties.”

I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist of my undies, slid them down to my ankles to the gray carpeted floor and stepped out of them. I felt the cool air-condition around my crotch and it slithered a slight chill up the hollow of my spine. My clean shaved p***y and erected n****e were all his to see. And touch. And bite. And fingers. And f**k. Hard. As hard as he may.

Now standing totally naked in front of him, he cupped each of my breasts one at a time,

“Tight, firm breasts,” he said, staring closely at them and pulled one up towards his mouth.

He took in my n****e between his lips and then suctioned it into his mouth. Oh god I loved the feel of my n****e inside his mouth, his mouth felt so beautifully warm and moist and erotic and sweet. My n*****s hardened and he tongue-sucked on my n****e only. His tongue buttery smooth over and around the broad head of my n****e as he sucked on it.

He unlipped my n****e and stared into my eyes, my eyes were half open already intoxicated to his erotic foreplays.

“You like when I touch you?”He asked.

“Mhmm . . . Yes, Sir. Yes,” I moaned.

And he swiftly grabbed onto my wetting p***y.

His palm cupping over it, massaging and squeezing onto my entire love-box. He roughly draped the skin above my p***y and pulled on it hard. Immediately I felt my juices begin to form down below and within. He spanked my c**t twice and I felt a trickle of my juice dribbling down my entrance.

He snatched me by the arm, dragged me into the bathroom, shoved me into the empty tub and turned on the water. He left for a moment while the water filled up.

He returned with soap and told me to start bathing. Still fully clothed he unzipped himself as he watched me lather myself up. His c**k jutted out stiff and fully erect through his zipper, he was so huge. It had thick ropy veins ripping all around its girth. He formed a fist around his c**k and began to screw his fist up and down around his massive c**k.

I raised one leg straight up with pointed toes out the water as the slippery soapy water dripped off my smooth skin and I rinsed my leg. He began to stroke his c**k faster. I raised my other shaved leg up and spread my legs apart. He bit his lips furiously and began pumping his massive c**k harder. He undid his bow-tie and stripped down to his underwear with impatient swiftness. Max is even more good-looking and undressed. Arms, chest and abs sculpted. I stared at his sexy masculine belly and the muscular “V” shape that ran down into his white boxers.

With his c**k still poking, he knelt down next to the tub, and started to help me rinse off. He touched my breasts, belly, and squeezed on my thighs. I could feel my p***y getting juicier and slippery even in the water, I could hardly contain myself.

His hand crept further and further up my thigh until I could feel his palm grazing my already swollen c**t. I began to writhe around a bit. I let out a soft moan and it seemed to have soaked through him in a pleasing way. He teased me a little more, toyed with my c**t gently before stuffing his pinky finger inside me.