Room Service Girl

There I was, 21 years old with barely any knowledge of s*x. Certainly no understanding of how to appear desirable to men. I stared at myself in the mirror and applied a dusting of purple eye shadow which I thought highlighted the green in my eyes perfectly. I spritzed perfume on my neck, wrists and then another spritz over my clothes. I smoothed my black dress over my lithe body. I turned to the side and did one final assessment of my appearance. My phone let out a series of two beeps and then my boss's voice came over the speaker "Ok! Your first client is coming up!! His name is Brandon Allen. He is 37 years old. He's a real sweetheart. All the girls love him and he usually brings gifts. He has you booked for the next hour and a half. Let me know when he is there!" I double checked and triple checked that I had condoms set out, lubricant within reach and then came the soft knock. 4 of them. I opened the door and a heavy set man walked in. We hugged and he set an envelope on the counter and excused himself to the restroom to "wash up". I knew from my boss that was my cue to count the money and message her that he had arrived. There it was. $550 USD. I had a moment of fear but I pushed those feelings aside because holy s**t was I going to be paid to have s*x? Me???? I had been in one relationship and that is whom I had s*x with. I had never considered myself to be desirable and yet this gentleman was paying $550 for an hour and a half of s*x with me! What the actual f**k? I started to remove my dress, but he stopped me. "I would love to talk with you first, if that's ok" That threw me for a moment. I guess movie portrayals of escorts always showed us as things to be used and discarded. I hadn't thought about conversation. What came next set the precedent for most of my hundreds of encounters moving forward. A truly kind gentleman, maybe a little socially awkward who so desperately craved intimacy. Not just the f*****g, but feeling heard. Feeling seen. I let him initiate the next steps. Our conversation started fading off, with more pauses inbetween statements. He rubbed his thumb across my lips and complimented their fullness. He tucked my shoulder length brown hair behind my ears. I felt my heart quicken and my breath catch. He leaned towards me and brushed his lips against my neck. God...was I doing this? Bodies are interesting...no matter what your type is, whether the person in front of you is your type or not...if there is vulnerability and a connection followed by physical touch, it responds. I felt my panties dampen as he stroked my n*****s over my dress. I reached out and stroked the side of his face and then leaned in to kiss him. Our tongues danced, playing a game of hide and seek. My n*****s were aching and demanding further attention. I stood up and removed my dress. I placed his hand over my right breast and requested he lightly pinch my n****e and follow it up by sucking and light nibbling. He moaned and pulled me against him, happily obliging to my requests. This was so new to me. So empowering! My panties became more soaked. I placed his hand over my panties so he could feel the effect he was having on me. I moved to take off his shirt, but he grabbed my hand and implored me not to. He was too shy about his body and didn't want me to be repulsed, he said. I assured him that I would not be and that he could feel that I was aroused. I placed my hand to the bottom of his shirt and this time there was no objection. His skin was soft. He smelled of soap and a strong cologne. No hair on his chest. I placed my lips to his n*****s and teased them with my tongue and teeth. Demonstrating the exact sensations I enjoy on my breasts. He groaned and laid back. I kissed his neck, relishing the pulse. His heart was beating quickly as was my own. "Please", he said, "Please...can you remove your underwear and let me lick you? I don't want to crush you with my body. Will you sit on my face?" As I mentioned earlier, I had been with one other man before this. I had never received oral s*x and didn't know what to do. I felt ashamed of my body. What if I smelled bad or tasted bad? Still, he is the one paying so I should do what he wants...hopefully I'm ok. I slipped off my panties and straddled his face. He took a deep breath and moaned. I was frozen in fear. Then he nuzzled me with his nose and mouth and said "My God, you are intoxicating" and then he licked. Oh. My. God. I had never experienced that sensation before. He licked my c**t, sucking it into his mouth lightly and rubbing his smooth chin against my slit. He devoured me. My arousal was all over his face. I was screaming from the pleasure. I came on his tongue over and over again. My body was humming, my mind was buzzing. I needed more. I told him I didn't want him to stop. His lips and tongue brought me to climax 8 times. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down. He asked if I had a condom. I nodded and grabbed one, placing it over his hard c**k. He apologized for being limited in positions because of his size but I told him to shut up. I lowered myself onto him and rode him hard, my engorged c**t rubbing against his stomach. I came again. I was panting and almost animalistic with my needs and my wants. He came after clutching my thighs and saying to slow down. I did not slow down. I needed to be f****d. I needed to c*m again and again. "Wow" he said. "Wow" I said back. I glanced at the clock and saw our time had run out. He noticed my gaze and jumped up and got dressed, apologizing for running late. I grabbed his hands and made eye contact.."Please...this was incredible. Thank you so much" He opened his wallet and left another $300 for me as a tip and asked if I would see him again tomorrow. I couldn't believe it. I had made $650 (after the agency's cut) for 90 minutes in which a large chunk was taken up by conversation AND I had c*m. Repeatedly. Of course I said yes. I kissed him on his lips, tasting myself on his tongue and ushered him out the door. My phone beeped again. It was my boss. Did everything go well? You have a 2 hour in 30 minutes. I hopped in the bath, washed my p***y, flushed the condom down the toilet, and febreezed the bed. I placed the money in the hotel safe, separating the agency's cut from my own. Yes, I could get used to this. And I did..