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Marcus was meeting me at seven in the hotel room he’d booked. I knew more about him than he thought I did as his ID stacked up. I researched his company and his Director status, before I confirmed him as a client. This guy was wealthy and featured as a business guru to other people setting up their businesses. He had been looking at a few different London escort girls and he chose me for some no strings attached fun and that is what I do best. I didn’t really want to know that much more about him, but I’d show interest in him and be engaging, as usual with my clients.
At the door, I could sense Marcus was using the spyglass, so he could check out who I was and whether or not I would fit his requirements. In return, he was good-looking, athletic, in his late forties, with dark blond hair and brown eyes. He shook my hand almost as if this was a business transaction, rather than a sexual encounter.
He offered me a glass of vintage champagne; I recognised the label, as he took my coat and carefully hung it up. I think his scent was Tom Ford, but I wasn’t certain. He smelt divine and that always helped. He undressed as I sat down and sipped my champagne. When he turned, I giggled. He had a piercing at the base of his cock. This wasn’t the first time I’d come across piercings; escorts catering to wealthy London clientele have seen it all, but I wondered if he knew how to use it for my maximum pleasure, so I asked him.
Marcus smiled, “Of course, and as soon as you strip for me and show me your lovely body, I’ll show you what I can do.”
Five minutes later, he was horny as my hands stroked his length and I let my tongue flick his piercing lightly. He gasped as he kneaded my breasts gently, slowly pulling at my already-hardened nipples with his teeth; pleasurable, with just a hint of naughtiness. I reckoned he was into nipple clamps, from the way he held them just a little too tight, before he let them go, so I suggested if he booked me again, we could explore this need. His face lit up, “You are intuitive too; that’s interesting.”
As he entered me, he was gentle, but he was right about knowing what to do. He had a naughty way of rubbing my clit with the piercing with each thrust. Each thrust built in intensity until I knew I was going to thrust against him and to fuck him back. “Let it go,” Marcus whispered sexily, so I did and ground against him. I wondered what else he was good at, as he pounded me into a hugely satisfying climax.
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