It was a hot summer evening, and I was working late at my office. The air conditioning had broken down earlier in the day, and the room was stifling. I was about to give up and call it a night when she walked in. She was a vision of beauty, with long, wavy brunette hair that cascaded down her perfect shoulders, framing her flawless face. Her body was toned and curvy in all the right places, with full, firm breasts that begged to be touched. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that showed off her ample cleavage and her long, shapely legs. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants as I took her in.
“Good evening, sir,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “I’m here to see if I can help you with anything.”
I tried to focus on her words, but it was hard with her standing there, looking like a goddess. “I, uh, I’m good for now,” I stammered. “But thank you for offering.”
She smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I’m very good at what I do.”
I couldn’t resist her any longer. “What do you do?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.
She stepped closer to me, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m a sex worker,” she said. “I can make you feel good, if you want.”
I was stunned. I had never hired a sex worker before, but something about her made me want to. I nodded, unable to speak.
She smiled again, and then she was on me. Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted like sweet cherries. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, and I moaned with pleasure. She ran her hands over my body, and I could feel my cock growing harder in my pants.
She broke the kiss and looked at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Do you want me to take my clothes off?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to speak. She slowly peeled off her dress, revealing her perfect body. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I could see her bare breasts and her shaved pussy. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, and I felt my cock throbbing with need.
She walked over to me, and then she was on her knees in front of me. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, and then she took it in her mouth. She sucked and licked me, her tongue swirling around my shaft and her lips wrapped tightly around me. I moaned with pleasure, feeling myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
But she didn’t want me to cum yet. She pulled her mouth off my cock and stood up, smiling at me. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to speak. She led me over to the couch and bent over, sticking her ass in the air. I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I stepped up behind her and guided my cock into her wet, tight pussy. She moaned with pleasure as I filled her, her muscles clenching around me.
I started to fuck her, slow and deep at first, and then faster and harder. She moaned and gasped, urging me on. I reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She cried out with pleasure, and I could feel her pussy getting even wetter.
I fucked her for what felt like hours, losing myself in the feel of her body against mine and the sound of our moans and grunts. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm again, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out of her and cummed all over her ass, my hot, sticky load covering her skin.
She stood up and turned around, smiling at me. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked.
I nodded, still panting with pleasure. “Yes,” I said. “That was amazing.”
She leaned in and kissed me again, and then she was gone. I collapsed onto the couch, my body spent and satisfied. I knew I would never forget that night, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
