A Night’s Work: One Night In The Life Of A Male Escort

I raised her hand and gave it a soft kiss, like a true gentleman. Her smile betrayed the happiness she derived from being treated so well.

“I had a wonderful time this evening,” I said. “Perhaps sometime I could take you out again?”

She nodded, blushing. We said our goodbyes, and she went inside her apartment. I walked to my car, shaking my head. As I drove away, I couldn’t help but wonder why on earth a woman would pay me to simply take her out for dinner and act like her boyfriend. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but why not get a good fucking while you’re at it?

Some women just want companionship, I guess. These types of clients are probably unique to male escorts, I figured. It seems unlikely a man would pay for only a date, no sex included. However, it was definitely an easy way to make some cash.

I sang along to some crappy pop song on the radio as I drove down the highway. My next client, Shauna, had to be picked up at the airport at 8:45. This would be a more interesting session, undoubtedly.

As I drove up and got in the long line of cars waiting for their family and friends, I spotted the sexy business executive that hired me when she was in town for meetings. I could catch glimpses of her long, smooth legs as the wind blew her coat around. She had dark sunglasses on, her wavy hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, and like usual, she was on her cell phone.

She opened the rear passenger side door and slid in, not saying a word to me. “If his briefing isn’t on my desk by 7:00 tomorrow morning, he won’t be able to find a job mopping fucking floors in this industry. Understand?” It always turned me on hearing her speak so powerfully and confidently, especially knowing I would be balls deep inside her soon.

Hanging up the phone, she went straight to furiously typing, sending emails or texts. As we drove to the Sheraton Hotel, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her in the rear-view mirror. Her pursed lips were bright red and full. My cock was straining against my pants as I remembered the last time those lips slid along my shaft.

We got to the hotel, where she had already reserved a suite. We took the elevator up to the 12th floor, and found our way to the room. She walked directly over to the bed, lifted her skirt, and bent over. I knew what to do.

I quickly put a condom on and entered her from behind. She breathed a sigh of relief as I slid deep inside of her. Slowly, I picked up the rhythm of my strokes, pounding harder and harder. With my left hand, I roughly grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples, just as she liked. My right hand was busy rubbing her clit. I could feel her start quivering and shaking, so I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back as I plowed her, hard.

She started moaning and writhing, begging me to fuck her harder. I pounded as hard as I could, slapping her ass and pulling her hair. I called her a bitch, slut, and whore, knowing that she got off on being the subservient one for once.

She came at least 3 times. When I was finally at my limit, I threw her down on the bed and took my cock out of her well-fucked pussy. I whipped the condom off and blew my load all over her ass.

She lay there, panting. I knew I had given her exactly what she came for, so I put my pants back on and left. I couldn’t think of a better way to make $500 for an evening’s work.

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