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Kimmie held up the white two-piece outfit, admiring the halter top with the plunging, scoop neckline and tight bottoms that were a cross between shorts and panties. She stood a little over five feet and had a firm 34C chest, small waist, and round butt. She knew the outfit would provide a nice contrast to her long black hair, as well as show off her ample cleavage and cling to her ass like a second skin.
"Oh, good choice," said a woman shopping in the same aisle. "I think you'd look great in that—much better than I ever would."
"Thank you," said Kimmie. "I want to leave a little to the imagination, but not too much."
She let out a small giggle as she looked over her fellow-shopper—a beautiful blonde with shoulder-length blonde hair.
"I'm Brooke, by the way."
"I’m Kimmie."
"Are you a dancer or just spicing up your personal life?"
Kimmie smiled, knowing that it was pretty obvious. The Adult Boutique was the best place in town for sex videos, toys, and stripper clothes.
"Yeah, I just got a job dancing, and I figured I had better come up with more outfits."
"You'll do well here. This is where I got most of my clothes when I danced."
Kimmie was not surprised that Brooke had been a stripper. She has the perfect spinner's body with firm B-cups, a cute ass, thick blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She looked like a model straight out of a magazine.
"You don't dance anymore? I bet you were popular with the guys." Kimmie said those words as her eyes took in all of Brooke's body.
"Yeah, I did pretty well. But, let's just say, I got into something that fit my schedule better and made me more money. A lot more."
Kimmie didn't want to push too hard, but thought it was safe to ask, "What did you wind up doing?"
Brooke wasn't going to beat around the bush. "I became an escort."
There was a silence. Kimmie had never met a hooker before. She didn't know how to respond.
Brooke was happy to fill in the gap.
"The guys at the club wanted some extras from me during the private dances, and I was happy to oblige, especially since they were tipping me nicely. It didn't take long to realize I could do better on my own. I could set my own hours, and I wouldn't have to share the money with the club."
"Do you still work as an escort?" Kimmie was intrigued.
"Sometimes. But what I mostly do is run my own agency. I have ladies working for me. It's all high-end. I screen the ladies, I screen the clients, and everyone's happy."
"I'm impressed. It sounds like you have a very good thing going." Kimmie opened her mouth to say more, but just smiled instead.
Brooke was sizing up Kimmie's reaction and decided to make her move.
"Is this something that you might be interested in?"
Brooke looked directly at Kimmie and smiled, waiting for her answer.
"I don't know. I mean, it's a big step just being a dancer."
"How old are you?"
"18. I dance at a nude club, where's there's no alcohol, so the girls can be under 21."
"Guys love girls who are 18. You'd be very popular with my clients."
Kimmie liked the thought of guys—a lot of guys—wanting her in that way. And she loved sex—a lot. But she considered herself a late-bloomer, having only discovered sex a year ago. She still had a lot to learn, and if a guy is paying for sex, he pretty much wants a professional. The idea of being an escort excited her, but she wasn't ready for it, at least not yet.
"I'll give it some thought and get back to you." It was a half-lie. While Kimmie would think about it, she had no intention of accepting Brooke's offer.
"Sounds fair. Why don't you give me your number, and I'll call you in a couple of weeks. Would that be OK?"
Kimmie was flattered—too flattered to say no, so she shared it with Brooke, who immediately put it into her phone.
Kimmie thanked Brooke, said bye, and went to the counter to pay for her new outfit. There was just enough time to run home and get ready for work.
After a few days, Kimmie started to feel she was fitting in as a stripper. She got her share of compliments, as well as tips, and the men were taking her up on the private dances in the back rooms. While the money wasn't bad, it wasn't as good as she hoped it would be. But she had only been dancing for a week and was assured it would only get better.
She let out a sigh and heard a ping from her phone, which surprised her because all her friends knew she seldom got up before noon.
Brooke: Hi Kimmie. It's Brooke. We met at The Adult Boutique a few days ago. How r u?
Kimmie: All good. And u?
Brooke: Same here. I have an offer.
Kimmie thought she'd have a little more time to think things over, even though she'd eventually just say no.
Kimmie: No thanks. I don't think it's for me.
Brooke chose to ignore Kimmie's text.
Brooke: I have an important client from out of town who wants to visit with a young lady. 18 or 19. Long hair. Big tits. You're perfect.
Kimmie started feeling excited at the thought, but she knew she wasn't escort material.
Kimmie: I've never done this before. Have to say no.
Then she admitted: I haven't even had sex very much.
There was a long pause, making her think that Brooke gave up. Kimmie was heading to the kitchen when she heard another ping.
Brooke: I checked with the client. He's OK with that. In fact, it turns him on.
Kimmie: No thanks.
Brooke: $300.
That was more than she was taking home from the club, but Kimmie held firm.
Kimmie: I can't. Really.
Another pause. Maybe she was texting the client again. Or maybe she finally did give up.
Then came a ping.
Brooke: He'll pay extra. And I'll give you a bigger cut. I want to keep him happy.
Kimmie wasn't sure what that meant, but she was a little more than curious.
Brooke: $600.
Kimmie just stared at her screen. That was a lot of money for an hour—or however long an appointment takes. And it would be for sex—something she liked.
Kimmie: Where should I go? And when?
Brooke: Meet me at Adult Boutique. 8 pm. Bring something cute & sexy. No stripper clothes.
Kimmie had a little over eight hours to buy something appropriate for her escorting debut. She was thinking of a sheer babydoll with a matching thong, black stockings, garter belt, and heels. Her heart was racing. Sure, the money would be great, but the idea of someone paying her good money for sex was exciting. She was looking forward to it more than she could have imagined. Much more.
When the time came, Kimmie pulled into the parking lot of the Adult Boutique, followed shortly by Brooke, who told her to hop in. Barely five minutes later, they arrived at an upscale apartment complex and made their way to a spacious, well-furnished suite. It was not at all what Kimmie expected.
"I thought your place would be nice, but this is amazing," said Kimmie.
"It has to be. I cater to a special clientele."
Kimmie nodded as her eyes scanned the apartment. There was a luxurious furniture, two bedrooms, a large kitchen, and artwork all along the walls.
"Why don't you put on the clothes you brought? You can use the room straight down the hallway. Afterwards, I'll give you a little pep talk."
Kimmie took her bag and headed to the bedroom. She was excited to show Brooke what she chose, and more than a a little nervous over whether it was something the client would like. She came out ten minutes later wearing a dark purple, sheer babydoll and matching g-string. The flared skirt and the satin bow between her breasts gave it a cute, almost little girl look. But with her nipples and g-string clearly visible through the material, there was no doubt that she was all about sex and was there for the taking.
To complete her outfit, she wore a pair of four-inch heels that emphasized the curve of her ass and made her legs look all the longer.
She waited for a reaction. Was the outfit cute enough? Was it sexy enough? And most importantly, was it something her client would find appealing. Kimmie felt a flood of relief when Brooke's face broke into a smile.
"Perfect. You're absolutely perfect. It's the right combination of cute and sexy that Mike adores."
Mike. She now knew his name, which made everything all the more real.
"Have a seat, Kimmie. He'll be here in about half-an-hour. Since this is your first time, I want to tell you what to expect and answer any questions you might have."
Kimmie sat down next to Brooke, eager to soak in all that she could in the short time she had.
"The appointment is technically for an hour, but considering what he's paying, I'd like to give him at least an hour-and-a-half. Is that OK?"
Kimmie nodded.
Mike likes to be called daddy. And it turns him on when a girl asks permission to do things. It makes him feel that it's something she wants as much as he does."
So far, so good.
"Did you shave your pussy? My girls are either bare or neatly trimmed. Mike likes it smooth."
"It's all bare. I started shaving regularly after getting the job as a stripper."
"Do you swallow?"
Kimmie hesitated. She's had a few guys cum in her mouth, but she always spit. She did try to swallow once, but wasn't very successful. She shook her head.
"You need to swallow. And act like you enjoy it. Can you manage that. It's important."
Kimmie nodded, but not with a lot of confidence.
"If he cums in your mouth, keep your lips locked on his dick, and don't make any strange faces. When he's done, suck and lick some more. Make him believe you can't get enough."
"I can do that."
"Another thing. Don't just stick his cock in your mouth. Make love to it. Enjoy it. You want Mike to think there's nothing else you'd rather be doing."
That would easy. Kimmie enjoyed feeling a cock become hard in her mouth. She loved the feel and smell of a man's erect flesh. And she always felt proud when it exploded. Yeah, making love to a cock would be easy.
"Finally, it's not over when a client cums. Clients pay for the entire time, and we always offer multiple shots. Mike likes to cum in the mouth before fucking. It's twice the pleasure, plus it makes him last longer when he does fuck you. Are you good with that?"
Kimmie was more than fine with that. If he could cum a third time, that would be even better.
"Do you have any questions for me?"
"How do I start? I have no idea how to begin."
"You'll be in the bedroom waiting for him. Mike will knock lightly on the door, then let himself in. I suggest kneeling on the bed, then getting up to give him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. After that, your instincts will kick in. Are you ready?"
Kimmie didn't know how to answer. She didn't feel quite ready, but she understood everything Brooke told her. She would just do her best and make sure Mike was taken care of.
They went to the bedroom, and Kimmie took her place on the bed—heels on, feet tucked under her butt, and her back nicely arched. A buzzer sounded and Brooke turned to wish her good luck. With that, the door closed and Kimmie's heart raced faster and faster.
Just when Kimmie thought she couldn't handle the anticipation any longer, she heard a gentle rap, and the door slowly opened.
At that moment, Kimmie began getting second thoughts. Could she really go through with it? Did she have what it takes to be an escort? Either way, there was no turning back. She would just have to get through the next hour or so, and that would be it. This was something she would never do again.
Kimmie felt a sense of relief when Mike came into view. She was half-expecting a man who wouldn't be capable of capturing a woman's interest; she couldn't have been more wrong. He was about six feet tall with brown hair that just started graying at the temples. He had an average build and wasn't the least bit overweight. It was clear that he worked out, because his arms were nicely toned. And, to top it off, he was good-looking with a strong jaw and a well-groomed goatee.
She may have had reservations about being an escort for a night, but she figured there were worse things in the world than fucking Mike.
Unsure of what exactly to do, she simply smiled, before slowly getting off the bed to greet him.
"I'm Kimmie, and I've been looking forward to meeting you," she said, while putting her hands on his shoulders and kissing him gently on the cheek. She tried her best to remember everything Brooke had told her.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you, as well. I'm Mike."
"I'd rather call you daddy, if that's OK," she whispered into his ear.
He couldn't help but smile after hearing those words, and said, "I'd like that."
"I hope you like my outfit. I thought of you when I bought it today."
"You look wonderful, and so much better than I dared hope."
Not sure of what to say or do next, she took his hand and led him to the queen-sized bed.
What comes next? Should she start taking his clothes off? Give him a blowjob? That all seemed abrupt. Well, he liked being called daddy, so she figured she couldn't go wrong playing his little girl.
She laid down next to him with her head on his shoulder and her hand rubbing his chest.
"Brooke was holding back on me. She didn't tell me you were this good-looking."
"Thank you, Kimmie. That's very kind of you."
She began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "You don't mind, do you?"
Of course he didn't mind. He was there for that and more—much more—but he liked being asked, and it felt sexy to get his permission.
"No, not at all."
If there was one thing she learned as a stripper, it was how to take clothes off seductively. She undid one of his buttons and slowly let her hand slide under his shirt and lightly glide over his flesh. She felt him shudder, which told her she was off to a good start.
"Brooke tells me you're new at this."
"Yes. In fact, you're my very first. I hope that's OK."
"I'm actually proud to be your first."
She smiled as she started undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, which allowed her hand to roam over his entire chest. After a couple of minutes, Kimmie's hand stopped. She hated admitting it to herself, but she wasn't exactly sure what to do next? Should she ask Mike what he wanted? But, since she was a high-priced escort, she should know. What if she made a move that turned him off? With the money he's spending, he's certainly entitled to a memorable encounter.
Mike sensed her unease and asked, "Would it help if I guided you a little."
She nodded. In a way, they would both be taking care of each other at the same time. She liked that idea.
"Why don't you slide my pants off? I think it's time we got more comfortable."
She undid his pants slowly to build his anticipation, as well as her own. He raised his hips, making it easier for Kimmie to slide his pants and briefs down his legs and drop them on the floor. Her eyes widened as Mike's semi-hard cock sprang into view. He was large, and she knew he'd be getting much larger in no time.
"It's beautiful, Mike. So much more than I hoped for."
Those weren't mere words. His cock was both long and wide with a large, pink head. And it was shaved clean. No hair at all. She had never had a bare cock before, and for the first time, she was excited about having sex with Mike.
"Can I have a kiss?"
Those words surprised her. For some reason, Kimmie thought this would only be about sucking and fucking. Their lips met lightly—then again and again, each time leading to a deeper kiss, until their tongues were passionately exploring each other's mouths.
She could have stayed that way for the rest of their time together, but she wanted more—much more—and began kissing her way down his chest.
Mike's cock twitched as she kissed his inner thighs and the soft flesh near the base of his shaft. She couldn't hold back any longer. And if he wanted to cum twice during their session, she had better take care of business now.
"Can I have a taste? Would that be okay, daddy?"
"I'd like nothing more, Kimmie."
Teasing him ever so slightly, she slowly licked up the length of the shaft—once, twice, three times— before letting the head of his cock slowly disappear between her full lips. She enjoyed the smooth flesh and musky scent, and she craved more. Kimmie went deeper and deeper, feeling him grow all the more in her warm, wet mouth. She loved making a cock harden, knowing that it was her doing and no one else's. And she loved knowing that a man wanted her desperately.
She kissed and licked his cock, then rubbed it along her cheek and lips as if she couldn't get enough. Then, once again, she took him deep into her mouth, getting to about an inch from the base. She gagged slightly while trying to take more, but his cock filled her mouth, and she could go no deeper. For a moment, she wondered how it would fit when they fucked, but that concern would have to wait.
She sucked as her tongue played with his shaft, and her lips caressed his skin. Mike squirmed under her touch and his cock throbbed, which let her know it wouldn't be much longer. She quickened her pace and embraced him all the more with her lips. His rock-hard flesh pulsed again and again, unleashing a stream of cum into her waiting mouth. It was warm, salty, and sticky, and she couldn't get enough.
Kimmie had tried swallowing once before, but couldn't go through with it. But this was different. Maybe it was because of Mike or the circumstances. Whatever the reason, she loved the feel and taste of his cum. It was pure sex, and she wanted the experience to last.
She looked up at him while she slowly backed off his cock. Her lips lingered around the head before she pulled away and swallowed, letting every drop slide down her throat. She then licked her lips and smiled, locking her eyes on his.
A small bead formed at the head of his cock. Kimmie bent down to catch it, wanting one more taste and to show Mike how much she enjoyed taking care of him. Moving down to the bottom of his shaft, Kimmie licked up every side, making sure nothing went to waste. And again, she put his cock back into her mouth to savor the moment.
Kimmie wasn't just willing to fuck Mike; she wanted to. Very much.
Knowing that Mike needed a little time to recover before they fucked, she snuggled up next to him. But he had other things in mind.
His hands began caressing her—first her hair, then her back, ass, and thighs. He was tender, something she didn't quite expect. He pushed himself up and gently positioned her onto her back so that he could explore the rest of her. Starting with her full breasts, Mike slowly kissed her warm, soft flesh, spending plenty of time on her erect nipples. He worked his way down her body until he found himself between her welcoming thighs.
Kimmie closed her eyes and felt his soft kisses all along her opening, followed by the warmth of his tongue slowly caressing her pussy lips, again and again. She let out a soft moan as his tongue penetrated her opening and licked her insides. Sure, Kimmie thought she'd enjoy being fucked, but little did she expect this amount of attention—or pleasure.
Mike turned his attention to her clit, running his tongue over its hardness before taking it between his lips. His gentle sucking, followed by a finger inside, pushed her to new heights. He sucked, licked, and probed until her body yielded to a wave of passion that began between her legs and spread like a jolt of electricity up her body before spreading to her arms and legs. Kimmie's body shook and convulsed, as she cried out, pushing her pussy into Mike's face. She lay back as the shudders subsided and her breathing slowed.
No one had made her feel that way before. And now she wanted more.
"Oh, thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "But now I need to feel you inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me now."
Mike didn't respond, but simply knelt before her, stroking his cock to get it hard. She took him back into her mouth to complete the task. His cock was big and wide and stiff. He was ready.
As she reached for the condoms on the side table, Kimmie paused and looked up at him. She wanted his cock now, but she wanted it in all its glory.
"You always use protection, don't you, Daddy?"
He nodded.
"And this is the first time I've done something like this. You can take me raw, if you want. Would you like that?"
A big part of her knew she shouldn't go without protection, but she felt it would be OK under the circumstances. And if she was going to have one experience as an escort, she wanted to make the most of it.
Plus, Mike's cock was gorgeous—and big. She wanted to feel it all.
She looked up at his face and found a look of unadulterated desire, unlike anything she had seen before. He not only wanted her, he craved her. To see a man want her—to need her—that strongly gave her both a thrill and a sense of power.
Kimmie's own anticipation was building as she felt his warm thighs touching hers and his hardness pressing against her very wet slit. His shaft pressed against her, and their eyes met.
Slowly his tip pushed the lips apart and entered her. She moved her hips forward to welcome his penetrating cock and gasped as her pussy was filled with his very hard flesh.
He began pulling out of her, then thrust his dick back into her—again and again. Not fast, not hard, but very sensually. He wasn't so much fucking her; he was loving her and her entire body. As much as she wanted that cock to fill her and take her to new heights, she was more turned on by the desire she found on his face. He may have wanted to be called daddy, but Kimmie now realized that she was the one in control. She loved the idea of having that power and, for the first time, wondered if she could give it up.
Kimmie started moving her hips faster, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. His cock pulled out of her eager cunt, then quickly pushed its way back in—over and over—massaging every inched of her pussy on all sides. The warmth, the pressure, the tenderness—it was a sensation she never felt before, and she wanted it to last forever. She clutched his sides tightly and cried out, as her body, once again, convulsed in waves of pleasure. It was then that Mike's cock pulsed over and over, filling her pussy with his hot cum.
After a minute passed, Mike lowered himself onto Kimmie.
"Hold me, daddy," she said.
She knew he'd like the sound of that.
She also knew there was no turning back for her. This was only the beginning.
"Oh, good choice," said a woman shopping in the same aisle. "I think you'd look great in that—much better than I ever would."
"Thank you," said Kimmie. "I want to leave a little to the imagination, but not too much."
She let out a small giggle as she looked over her fellow-shopper—a beautiful blonde with shoulder-length blonde hair.
"I'm Brooke, by the way."
"I’m Kimmie."
"Are you a dancer or just spicing up your personal life?"
Kimmie smiled, knowing that it was pretty obvious. The Adult Boutique was the best place in town for sex videos, toys, and stripper clothes.
"Yeah, I just got a job dancing, and I figured I had better come up with more outfits."
"You'll do well here. This is where I got most of my clothes when I danced."
Kimmie was not surprised that Brooke had been a stripper. She has the perfect spinner's body with firm B-cups, a cute ass, thick blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She looked like a model straight out of a magazine.
"You don't dance anymore? I bet you were popular with the guys." Kimmie said those words as her eyes took in all of Brooke's body.
"Yeah, I did pretty well. But, let's just say, I got into something that fit my schedule better and made me more money. A lot more."
Kimmie didn't want to push too hard, but thought it was safe to ask, "What did you wind up doing?"
Brooke wasn't going to beat around the bush. "I became an escort."
There was a silence. Kimmie had never met a hooker before. She didn't know how to respond.
Brooke was happy to fill in the gap.
"The guys at the club wanted some extras from me during the private dances, and I was happy to oblige, especially since they were tipping me nicely. It didn't take long to realize I could do better on my own. I could set my own hours, and I wouldn't have to share the money with the club."
"Do you still work as an escort?" Kimmie was intrigued.
"Sometimes. But what I mostly do is run my own agency. I have ladies working for me. It's all high-end. I screen the ladies, I screen the clients, and everyone's happy."
"I'm impressed. It sounds like you have a very good thing going." Kimmie opened her mouth to say more, but just smiled instead.
Brooke was sizing up Kimmie's reaction and decided to make her move.
"Is this something that you might be interested in?"
Brooke looked directly at Kimmie and smiled, waiting for her answer.
"I don't know. I mean, it's a big step just being a dancer."
"How old are you?"
"18. I dance at a nude club, where's there's no alcohol, so the girls can be under 21."
"Guys love girls who are 18. You'd be very popular with my clients."
Kimmie liked the thought of guys—a lot of guys—wanting her in that way. And she loved sex—a lot. But she considered herself a late-bloomer, having only discovered sex a year ago. She still had a lot to learn, and if a guy is paying for sex, he pretty much wants a professional. The idea of being an escort excited her, but she wasn't ready for it, at least not yet.
"I'll give it some thought and get back to you." It was a half-lie. While Kimmie would think about it, she had no intention of accepting Brooke's offer.
"Sounds fair. Why don't you give me your number, and I'll call you in a couple of weeks. Would that be OK?"
Kimmie was flattered—too flattered to say no, so she shared it with Brooke, who immediately put it into her phone.
Kimmie thanked Brooke, said bye, and went to the counter to pay for her new outfit. There was just enough time to run home and get ready for work.
After a few days, Kimmie started to feel she was fitting in as a stripper. She got her share of compliments, as well as tips, and the men were taking her up on the private dances in the back rooms. While the money wasn't bad, it wasn't as good as she hoped it would be. But she had only been dancing for a week and was assured it would only get better.
She let out a sigh and heard a ping from her phone, which surprised her because all her friends knew she seldom got up before noon.
Brooke: Hi Kimmie. It's Brooke. We met at The Adult Boutique a few days ago. How r u?
Kimmie: All good. And u?
Brooke: Same here. I have an offer.
Kimmie thought she'd have a little more time to think things over, even though she'd eventually just say no.
Kimmie: No thanks. I don't think it's for me.
Brooke chose to ignore Kimmie's text.
Brooke: I have an important client from out of town who wants to visit with a young lady. 18 or 19. Long hair. Big tits. You're perfect.
Kimmie started feeling excited at the thought, but she knew she wasn't escort material.
Kimmie: I've never done this before. Have to say no.
Then she admitted: I haven't even had sex very much.
There was a long pause, making her think that Brooke gave up. Kimmie was heading to the kitchen when she heard another ping.
Brooke: I checked with the client. He's OK with that. In fact, it turns him on.
Kimmie: No thanks.
Brooke: $300.
That was more than she was taking home from the club, but Kimmie held firm.
Kimmie: I can't. Really.
Another pause. Maybe she was texting the client again. Or maybe she finally did give up.
Then came a ping.
Brooke: He'll pay extra. And I'll give you a bigger cut. I want to keep him happy.
Kimmie wasn't sure what that meant, but she was a little more than curious.
Brooke: $600.
Kimmie just stared at her screen. That was a lot of money for an hour—or however long an appointment takes. And it would be for sex—something she liked.
Kimmie: Where should I go? And when?
Brooke: Meet me at Adult Boutique. 8 pm. Bring something cute & sexy. No stripper clothes.
Kimmie had a little over eight hours to buy something appropriate for her escorting debut. She was thinking of a sheer babydoll with a matching thong, black stockings, garter belt, and heels. Her heart was racing. Sure, the money would be great, but the idea of someone paying her good money for sex was exciting. She was looking forward to it more than she could have imagined. Much more.
When the time came, Kimmie pulled into the parking lot of the Adult Boutique, followed shortly by Brooke, who told her to hop in. Barely five minutes later, they arrived at an upscale apartment complex and made their way to a spacious, well-furnished suite. It was not at all what Kimmie expected.
"I thought your place would be nice, but this is amazing," said Kimmie.
"It has to be. I cater to a special clientele."
Kimmie nodded as her eyes scanned the apartment. There was a luxurious furniture, two bedrooms, a large kitchen, and artwork all along the walls.
"Why don't you put on the clothes you brought? You can use the room straight down the hallway. Afterwards, I'll give you a little pep talk."
Kimmie took her bag and headed to the bedroom. She was excited to show Brooke what she chose, and more than a a little nervous over whether it was something the client would like. She came out ten minutes later wearing a dark purple, sheer babydoll and matching g-string. The flared skirt and the satin bow between her breasts gave it a cute, almost little girl look. But with her nipples and g-string clearly visible through the material, there was no doubt that she was all about sex and was there for the taking.
To complete her outfit, she wore a pair of four-inch heels that emphasized the curve of her ass and made her legs look all the longer.
She waited for a reaction. Was the outfit cute enough? Was it sexy enough? And most importantly, was it something her client would find appealing. Kimmie felt a flood of relief when Brooke's face broke into a smile.
"Perfect. You're absolutely perfect. It's the right combination of cute and sexy that Mike adores."
Mike. She now knew his name, which made everything all the more real.
"Have a seat, Kimmie. He'll be here in about half-an-hour. Since this is your first time, I want to tell you what to expect and answer any questions you might have."
Kimmie sat down next to Brooke, eager to soak in all that she could in the short time she had.
"The appointment is technically for an hour, but considering what he's paying, I'd like to give him at least an hour-and-a-half. Is that OK?"
Kimmie nodded.
Mike likes to be called daddy. And it turns him on when a girl asks permission to do things. It makes him feel that it's something she wants as much as he does."
So far, so good.
"Did you shave your pussy? My girls are either bare or neatly trimmed. Mike likes it smooth."
"It's all bare. I started shaving regularly after getting the job as a stripper."
"Do you swallow?"
Kimmie hesitated. She's had a few guys cum in her mouth, but she always spit. She did try to swallow once, but wasn't very successful. She shook her head.
"You need to swallow. And act like you enjoy it. Can you manage that. It's important."
Kimmie nodded, but not with a lot of confidence.
"If he cums in your mouth, keep your lips locked on his dick, and don't make any strange faces. When he's done, suck and lick some more. Make him believe you can't get enough."
"I can do that."
"Another thing. Don't just stick his cock in your mouth. Make love to it. Enjoy it. You want Mike to think there's nothing else you'd rather be doing."
That would easy. Kimmie enjoyed feeling a cock become hard in her mouth. She loved the feel and smell of a man's erect flesh. And she always felt proud when it exploded. Yeah, making love to a cock would be easy.
"Finally, it's not over when a client cums. Clients pay for the entire time, and we always offer multiple shots. Mike likes to cum in the mouth before fucking. It's twice the pleasure, plus it makes him last longer when he does fuck you. Are you good with that?"
Kimmie was more than fine with that. If he could cum a third time, that would be even better.
"Do you have any questions for me?"
"How do I start? I have no idea how to begin."
"You'll be in the bedroom waiting for him. Mike will knock lightly on the door, then let himself in. I suggest kneeling on the bed, then getting up to give him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. After that, your instincts will kick in. Are you ready?"
Kimmie didn't know how to answer. She didn't feel quite ready, but she understood everything Brooke told her. She would just do her best and make sure Mike was taken care of.
They went to the bedroom, and Kimmie took her place on the bed—heels on, feet tucked under her butt, and her back nicely arched. A buzzer sounded and Brooke turned to wish her good luck. With that, the door closed and Kimmie's heart raced faster and faster.
Just when Kimmie thought she couldn't handle the anticipation any longer, she heard a gentle rap, and the door slowly opened.
At that moment, Kimmie began getting second thoughts. Could she really go through with it? Did she have what it takes to be an escort? Either way, there was no turning back. She would just have to get through the next hour or so, and that would be it. This was something she would never do again.
Kimmie felt a sense of relief when Mike came into view. She was half-expecting a man who wouldn't be capable of capturing a woman's interest; she couldn't have been more wrong. He was about six feet tall with brown hair that just started graying at the temples. He had an average build and wasn't the least bit overweight. It was clear that he worked out, because his arms were nicely toned. And, to top it off, he was good-looking with a strong jaw and a well-groomed goatee.
She may have had reservations about being an escort for a night, but she figured there were worse things in the world than fucking Mike.
Unsure of what exactly to do, she simply smiled, before slowly getting off the bed to greet him.
"I'm Kimmie, and I've been looking forward to meeting you," she said, while putting her hands on his shoulders and kissing him gently on the cheek. She tried her best to remember everything Brooke had told her.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you, as well. I'm Mike."
"I'd rather call you daddy, if that's OK," she whispered into his ear.
He couldn't help but smile after hearing those words, and said, "I'd like that."
"I hope you like my outfit. I thought of you when I bought it today."
"You look wonderful, and so much better than I dared hope."
Not sure of what to say or do next, she took his hand and led him to the queen-sized bed.
What comes next? Should she start taking his clothes off? Give him a blowjob? That all seemed abrupt. Well, he liked being called daddy, so she figured she couldn't go wrong playing his little girl.
She laid down next to him with her head on his shoulder and her hand rubbing his chest.
"Brooke was holding back on me. She didn't tell me you were this good-looking."
"Thank you, Kimmie. That's very kind of you."
She began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "You don't mind, do you?"
Of course he didn't mind. He was there for that and more—much more—but he liked being asked, and it felt sexy to get his permission.
"No, not at all."
If there was one thing she learned as a stripper, it was how to take clothes off seductively. She undid one of his buttons and slowly let her hand slide under his shirt and lightly glide over his flesh. She felt him shudder, which told her she was off to a good start.
"Brooke tells me you're new at this."
"Yes. In fact, you're my very first. I hope that's OK."
"I'm actually proud to be your first."
She smiled as she started undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, which allowed her hand to roam over his entire chest. After a couple of minutes, Kimmie's hand stopped. She hated admitting it to herself, but she wasn't exactly sure what to do next? Should she ask Mike what he wanted? But, since she was a high-priced escort, she should know. What if she made a move that turned him off? With the money he's spending, he's certainly entitled to a memorable encounter.
Mike sensed her unease and asked, "Would it help if I guided you a little."
She nodded. In a way, they would both be taking care of each other at the same time. She liked that idea.
"Why don't you slide my pants off? I think it's time we got more comfortable."
She undid his pants slowly to build his anticipation, as well as her own. He raised his hips, making it easier for Kimmie to slide his pants and briefs down his legs and drop them on the floor. Her eyes widened as Mike's semi-hard cock sprang into view. He was large, and she knew he'd be getting much larger in no time.
"It's beautiful, Mike. So much more than I hoped for."
Those weren't mere words. His cock was both long and wide with a large, pink head. And it was shaved clean. No hair at all. She had never had a bare cock before, and for the first time, she was excited about having sex with Mike.
"Can I have a kiss?"
Those words surprised her. For some reason, Kimmie thought this would only be about sucking and fucking. Their lips met lightly—then again and again, each time leading to a deeper kiss, until their tongues were passionately exploring each other's mouths.
She could have stayed that way for the rest of their time together, but she wanted more—much more—and began kissing her way down his chest.
Mike's cock twitched as she kissed his inner thighs and the soft flesh near the base of his shaft. She couldn't hold back any longer. And if he wanted to cum twice during their session, she had better take care of business now.
"Can I have a taste? Would that be okay, daddy?"
"I'd like nothing more, Kimmie."
Teasing him ever so slightly, she slowly licked up the length of the shaft—once, twice, three times— before letting the head of his cock slowly disappear between her full lips. She enjoyed the smooth flesh and musky scent, and she craved more. Kimmie went deeper and deeper, feeling him grow all the more in her warm, wet mouth. She loved making a cock harden, knowing that it was her doing and no one else's. And she loved knowing that a man wanted her desperately.
She kissed and licked his cock, then rubbed it along her cheek and lips as if she couldn't get enough. Then, once again, she took him deep into her mouth, getting to about an inch from the base. She gagged slightly while trying to take more, but his cock filled her mouth, and she could go no deeper. For a moment, she wondered how it would fit when they fucked, but that concern would have to wait.
She sucked as her tongue played with his shaft, and her lips caressed his skin. Mike squirmed under her touch and his cock throbbed, which let her know it wouldn't be much longer. She quickened her pace and embraced him all the more with her lips. His rock-hard flesh pulsed again and again, unleashing a stream of cum into her waiting mouth. It was warm, salty, and sticky, and she couldn't get enough.
Kimmie had tried swallowing once before, but couldn't go through with it. But this was different. Maybe it was because of Mike or the circumstances. Whatever the reason, she loved the feel and taste of his cum. It was pure sex, and she wanted the experience to last.
She looked up at him while she slowly backed off his cock. Her lips lingered around the head before she pulled away and swallowed, letting every drop slide down her throat. She then licked her lips and smiled, locking her eyes on his.
A small bead formed at the head of his cock. Kimmie bent down to catch it, wanting one more taste and to show Mike how much she enjoyed taking care of him. Moving down to the bottom of his shaft, Kimmie licked up every side, making sure nothing went to waste. And again, she put his cock back into her mouth to savor the moment.
Kimmie wasn't just willing to fuck Mike; she wanted to. Very much.
Knowing that Mike needed a little time to recover before they fucked, she snuggled up next to him. But he had other things in mind.
His hands began caressing her—first her hair, then her back, ass, and thighs. He was tender, something she didn't quite expect. He pushed himself up and gently positioned her onto her back so that he could explore the rest of her. Starting with her full breasts, Mike slowly kissed her warm, soft flesh, spending plenty of time on her erect nipples. He worked his way down her body until he found himself between her welcoming thighs.
Kimmie closed her eyes and felt his soft kisses all along her opening, followed by the warmth of his tongue slowly caressing her pussy lips, again and again. She let out a soft moan as his tongue penetrated her opening and licked her insides. Sure, Kimmie thought she'd enjoy being fucked, but little did she expect this amount of attention—or pleasure.
Mike turned his attention to her clit, running his tongue over its hardness before taking it between his lips. His gentle sucking, followed by a finger inside, pushed her to new heights. He sucked, licked, and probed until her body yielded to a wave of passion that began between her legs and spread like a jolt of electricity up her body before spreading to her arms and legs. Kimmie's body shook and convulsed, as she cried out, pushing her pussy into Mike's face. She lay back as the shudders subsided and her breathing slowed.
No one had made her feel that way before. And now she wanted more.
"Oh, thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "But now I need to feel you inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me now."
Mike didn't respond, but simply knelt before her, stroking his cock to get it hard. She took him back into her mouth to complete the task. His cock was big and wide and stiff. He was ready.
As she reached for the condoms on the side table, Kimmie paused and looked up at him. She wanted his cock now, but she wanted it in all its glory.
"You always use protection, don't you, Daddy?"
He nodded.
"And this is the first time I've done something like this. You can take me raw, if you want. Would you like that?"
A big part of her knew she shouldn't go without protection, but she felt it would be OK under the circumstances. And if she was going to have one experience as an escort, she wanted to make the most of it.
Plus, Mike's cock was gorgeous—and big. She wanted to feel it all.
She looked up at his face and found a look of unadulterated desire, unlike anything she had seen before. He not only wanted her, he craved her. To see a man want her—to need her—that strongly gave her both a thrill and a sense of power.
Kimmie's own anticipation was building as she felt his warm thighs touching hers and his hardness pressing against her very wet slit. His shaft pressed against her, and their eyes met.
Slowly his tip pushed the lips apart and entered her. She moved her hips forward to welcome his penetrating cock and gasped as her pussy was filled with his very hard flesh.
He began pulling out of her, then thrust his dick back into her—again and again. Not fast, not hard, but very sensually. He wasn't so much fucking her; he was loving her and her entire body. As much as she wanted that cock to fill her and take her to new heights, she was more turned on by the desire she found on his face. He may have wanted to be called daddy, but Kimmie now realized that she was the one in control. She loved the idea of having that power and, for the first time, wondered if she could give it up.
Kimmie started moving her hips faster, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. His cock pulled out of her eager cunt, then quickly pushed its way back in—over and over—massaging every inched of her pussy on all sides. The warmth, the pressure, the tenderness—it was a sensation she never felt before, and she wanted it to last forever. She clutched his sides tightly and cried out, as her body, once again, convulsed in waves of pleasure. It was then that Mike's cock pulsed over and over, filling her pussy with his hot cum.
After a minute passed, Mike lowered himself onto Kimmie.
"Hold me, daddy," she said.
She knew he'd like the sound of that.
She also knew there was no turning back for her. This was only the beginning.
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