A finger tip in the right place

Paul was an aspiring film director who was too busy to have a girlfriend. His last girlfriend had left him six months ago after he’d been filming in Africa for four months. It wasn’t the right type of relationship for her. 

This was my second meeting with Paul. We had just returned from an extremely glamorous party in a very affluent suburb of north London where I had inadvertently rubbed shoulders with several premier league footballers and their WAGS.  My dress, a low-cut, cream, fitted gown with blue sequins, was not lost on Paul and half of the male contingent present if, only they knew that I was a high class escort they would be all calling my booking office the next morning!

I had chatted with a young film producer and his wife, who were very pleasant and quite surprised I wasn’t involved in film or theatre, remarking I was striking and oozed confidence. I guess it is easy to make assumptions, but kept the thought to myself.

Paul was ready to lavish his attention on me. When we arrived back at his hotel suite, he carefully unzipped me and helped me out of my dress, and kissed my neck, down my spine and towards the curve of my buttocks. I wore tasteful French knickers which he eased off and I felt his hot breath on my cheeks  

I daintily stepped out of my knickers and he turned me around so he could kiss me. He was passionate and ready for action, perhaps fuelled slightly by the copious amounts of wine.  Paul had ordered room service and I was so hungry as the canapés we’d eaten earlier had not curbed our appetite. We had smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels delivered and it was fun actually eating my bagel as his free hand worked away between my legs. As soon as we’d finished eating, I took his plate and slowly started to stroke his erect cock. He probably would not want a full-blown screw directly after eating, so my trick was to blow lightly on his tip, and tease him until he was ready for one of my legendary blow-jobs. 

My mouth worked up and down his cock as he moaned and reached to touch my breast which was just within reach. I cupped his balls and squeezed very gently. I worked up a rhythm, encasing his shaft fully with my mouth and letting my tongue rub up and down him. Soon he was panting hard. I knew what I would do. With his cock in one hand, one hand slowly squeezing his balls, I slipped a fingertip up his ass. That was all it took and he came with an almighty shudder!

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