The Escort's Tale

by MJ Edwards

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My arms tremble as my orgasm begins to ease. “Fuck,” I groan with satisfaction.

I lower myself onto Sarah’s body to prolong the pleasure, sinking my dick into sweet velvet. She’s all juicy and smooth with my come and her own cream. She tugs me into herself even more. I chuckle against her right breast, slowly and languorously tonguing her peaked nipple. She loves that, I can tell.

“Holy shit, that was good,” she murmurs. As I start to withdraw, she arches her hips and begs, “No, please stay in me.”

I slide out anyway. Rolling onto my side, I face the man who sits in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. He clasps his hands together tightly, and his glasses have fogged over. In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, I see the trace of a tear running down his flushed cheek.

He meets my gaze, and whimpers.

I feel powerful as I stroke my fingers between Sarah’s legs. Never breaking eye contact with the man, I adjust my position in bed until I have one arm beneath Sarah. Propping her up, I rest against a pillow. My cock, still half-hard from the Viagra tab I’d taken before I arrived, dangles heavily across my thigh. A last trace of come drips from it onto the bedsheet.

“Sarah,” I say as I stroke the soft brown hair over her mound. “Tell Glenn what that was like.”

She shudders in my arm. “You’re so big, JD. I never had anything that far inside me. I didn’t know it could feel like that, to have a man open me up. Go so deep.”

Glenn moans. His eyes track my fingers as they stroke lower. They glide over Sarah’s wet lips, parsing through the delicate folds to brush against her clit. Glenn shudders and flicks his tongue across his lips.

I smile, making sure he sees a predatory glint in my eye. I love this part of my work.

“You were so warm and wet,” I drawl to Sarah. When I dip a finger inside her, Sarah spreads her thighs further. I add a second finger, pressing into her body. Her hips began to jerk as she tries to draw me in further. I smile wickedly at Glenn and pull away my hand, dripping with our combined juices.

His eyes never leave my fingers as I bring them to my mouth to lick clean. Our combined flavors spread across my tongue—tangy, bitter, sweet and salty all at once. So I like the flavor of my spunk. Sue me.

I murmur, “We taste so good together.” Glenn’s gaze shifts to my eyes. His jaw seems to slacken, his lips open, and his tongue peeks out as he watches. Sarah blushes and turns her head into my shoulder, but spreads her knees even further. She reaches for her breast and begins to tug on a nipple when I return to her sopping folds. I stroke idly, up and down, up and down.

Suddenly I use two fingers to spread the wet, pink lips. “Glenn,” I bark. The man stiffens in his chair, alert, alarmed. “I fucked your wife. I came inside her pussy. I made her come on my dick.” A moan fills the room. I ask, “Don’t you want to taste?”

An exhalation of air gusts from the man in the corner. He glances back and forth between his wife and me. When he nods sharply, it’s Sarah’s turn to gasp as I plunge three fingers roughly inside. I swirl them, stirring, riling, and say to Glenn, “Take off your glasses and get over here.”

He stands shakily. The press of his erection against his khaki trousers tells me everything I need to know. He’s hard for this scene, but not well endowed. No wonder his wife was so loud, screaming out once she got my long, fat cock inside her.

Glenn removes his glasses, folds them, and sets them on a small table next to his chair. He kicks off his shoes and climbs slowly onto the bed, approaching us on his hands and knees. He moves tentatively, a puppy seeking affection, unsure if he’s to be loved or kicked.

I growl at him. “Come along. We’re waiting for you.” Glenn moves more quickly then, but hesitates between Sarah’s thighs. He looks at me for instruction.

“Use your tongue,” I say firmly. “I want you to taste us together. I want you to taste how delicious your wife is when she’s been fucked by a man with a big dick.”

Glenn shudders, Sarah shifts and sucks in a breath, and I know I’ve struck the right tone. Glenn needs humiliation, and Sarah needs satisfaction. My job’s to make sure everyone leaves with desires met.

I don’t have a lot of marketable skills, but what I do have going for me are a big dick and lots of imagination. I love to figure out what my clients really want. Not what they tell me they want when they first hire me. If they even know themselves, they’re usually too shy or embarrassed to admit it. So I listen carefully, and I ask questions, and I get a sense of what sexual needs are going unmet. I treat my clients like a puzzle, or a mystery novel. I read the clues and try to figure out what’s behind the request they actually make. I mean, there has to be something going on to hire a man to fuck you and your wife or husband.

Take Glenn. He told me in his email that his wife had a fantasy about being watched while she has sex with another man. I don’t like to be explicit on email, so we switched to cell phone after that. I figured out pretty quickly that he had some fantasies of his own. After I’d chatted him up for a half hour or so, we negotiated a simple cuckolding fantasy. That’s something of a specialty of mine. Guys who get off on watching their wife or girlfriend take another man’s dick, chicks who like their man to watch them get railed… As kinks go, this one’s pretty mild. Often the husband or boyfriend just watches, writhing with the shame of a stud making his woman scream in pleasure. But sometimes…

I keep my fingers against Sarah’s vulva, spreading the outer lips, as Glenn’s head descends slowly. I feel the brush of his curly brown hair against my wrist, his breath on my fingers. He presses his face to his wife’s pussy. With a groan, he begins to lick, tentatively at first. When Sarah shudders and cries out, he goes in deeper. She throws her head back as she grasps her other nipple as well and begins to tug on her breasts in alternating pulls.

Once begun, Glenn’s ravenous. I move my hand out of the way to let him lick and suck and glory in the fluids that fill his wife. He pushes against the inside of both of her thighs, to spread her so he can get his tongue in deeper. The noises he makes as he worries at her, the scratching of his pants as he rubs his erection against the bed, start to work on me.

Writhing against my body, Sarah squeezes and pinches her tits. I hold her with one arm as my free hand hovers over Glenn’s head. He meets my gaze again. A gleam of excitement appears.

This is a delicate moment. I lower my hand. My fingers spread through coarse, wiry hair to grip Glenn’s scalp. With a low, contented sigh, he closes his eyes. I press to force his face even deeper into his wife.

My cock stirs again, beginning its slow, heavy rise. Glenn’s aware of it, watching it grow even as he tongues the come from that beast out of his wife’s body.

“That’s right,” I order gruffly. “Taste her. Taste me. Taste us together.”

His excitement vibrates through my hand. Sarah’s whimpers climb until another orgasm begins to ripple through her body. She clenches her muscles and hunches forward as she reaches for her husband’s head. Twisting her fingers with mine to hold Glenn in place, she grinds against his mouth. Crying out, Sarah arches her back as she comes again, then drops to the bed in a limp mass. Her eyes close, the hand on her husband’s head stills, and a satisfied sigh escapes her lips.

She murmurs, exhausted, “That was so dirty.” But she sounds smug.

Glenn levers himself up. One hand still touches the inside of her left knee, but he looks lost, unsure. I wrap a hand around my hard dick and pull on the loose skin so the head’s exposed. It glistens red, damp from precome and Sarah’s juices.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I croon, biting my lower lip as I stroke my cock. I squeeze at its base, forcing a few drops of nectar out of the slit. “You aren’t done,” I say firmly to Glenn.

The man’s eyes widen in shock and fear, and he shoots a panicked look at his wife. She lays in my arm, sated and almost dozing. No relief there for Glenn. I point my dick toward his mouth and stare at him, giving him no further order, but no escape either.

Glenn closes his eyes and drops his head. Leaning over, he hesitates with his mouth an inch away from the gleaming head of my erection. It smells of come and vaginal juices, something he should now be conditioned to, even excited for. Opening his mouth, he stretches out his tongue to touch the tip of my cock. He shudders as he makes contact, but licks the silvery drops. I can see him ponder the taste and…yes, decide he likes it.

He opens his mouth to do more, but I bark, “Wait.”

Glenn rocks back in surprise to rest on his heels. He looks like he’s been caught stealing from the cookie jar.

I say to him, “Take your clothes off first.”

Sarah opens her eyes and looks at her husband. When he hesitates, she murmurs lazily, “Do it. Let us see you. I like your body, you know.”

Her husband’s expression of shame and fear softens a bit at that. He climbs off the bed and pulls his sweater over his head, then loosens his belt as he kicks away his loafers. Unbuttoning his shirt, he throws it into a corner with his sweater. He has a nice chest, not developed like mine but covered in curly dark hair. He yanks off his socks, but hesitates at the waist of his trousers.

I stare at him, refusing to give him the anonymity to strip unwatched. Glenn swallows audibly, then unbuttons, unzips and pushes down his pants and underwear in one anguished move.

Stepping out of the clothes and kicking them to the side, he stands red-faced in the soft glow of the bedroom.

His dick is indeed on the small side, perhaps five inches long, though his ball sac’s nice and full. Glenn’s erection drips precome, and it looks red and anguished. That he hasn’t shot off already surprises me. With the right words, I could hone his shame—and desire to be shamed further—to make him come even without touching him.

“You run, don’t you, Glenn?” I ask with a flirtatious edge in my voice. “Look at your thighs. I bet you can go for miles.” I runs fingertips along my shaft, from the head to the root, over my balls, and then back to the slit. His eyes track the movement, jaw slackening. I grasp my dick by the base and again aim it toward Glenn.

“Come here,” I order. “Come taste me again.”

He makes a low, desperate noise. His hand twitches like he wants to cover his own dick, either from shame at its relative size or from the fact that the scene gets him hard.

I give no quarter. I rise to my knees on the sturdy bed, straddling Sarah’s thighs with my ass toward her face. I growl, “I’m losing patience. If you don’t get over here and suck my cock, I’m going to fuck your wife again and it will be your fault. Are you enough of a man to want to stop me from fucking her?”

Glenn lurches forward, tripping on his discarded shoes and falling to his knees by the bed. He catches himself with a hand on my thigh. My erect cock arches above his head. He looks at it hungrily, lips apart, eyes intent on the bead of precome ready to drip and fall to the bedspread.

“Stick out your tongue,” I coax, and press on the top of my shaft when he complies. I swipe the head of it across his tongue, then thrust my hips so the first inch of meat slides into his mouth. “Suck on that much, like you’re a calf finding the tit for the first time. There’s a good boy,” I praise when he starts to suckle me. I rest a hand on the back of his head, just to encourage him, not forcing him to choke on my length.

Not yet.

Between my spread legs, Sarah slips her manicured fingernails over her clit. Red polish flashes and disappears into her folds as she watches her husband give me head.

“That’s good,” I praise. “Look what you’re willing to do to save your wife from a fuck.” I tug on Glenn’s head and slide him further down my dick.

He gags and tries to pull away. “It’s too much,” he moans. From the corner of one eye, a tear slides down his cheek.

I pretend to misunderstand him. “No, it’s good that you do this for Sarah. It’s never too much, to protect your wife. Is it?”

Glenn shakes his head.

“Tell her what you’ll do for her, so she doesn’t have to get fucked again.”

He flicks a look between my legs at Sarah, then back. His tongue darts over his lower lip. “Anything. I’d do anything.”

“Of course you would,” I croon. I wrap my hand around the root of my dick and drag it against his lips. “This time you’re going to take my big dick all the way, aren’t you? For Sarah.”

“For Sarah,” Glenn says. Maybe he even believes it. He opens his mouth wide, extends his tongue and tilts his head back to make a better entry for me. The move betrays that mine is not his first cock, but we continue the scene as if Glenn really were a reluctant husband, abasing himself to protect his wife.

I slide in relentlessly, the hand in Glenn’s hair tightening to keep him from pulling away. He coughs and gags a bit. “Swallow,” I command. “That makes it easier, if you swallow while my cock fucks into your throat.”

He grabs onto my thighs for balance, his face turns red, but he tries to suck my dick further. I pull his hair hard. He gasps in protest, and I press inward. Lips near my pubes momentarily before he struggles and fights to pull away. Releasing him, I watch my glistening, wet prick reappear as he withdraws his head. Instead of giving up, he reverses direction and plunges onto me again.

The dick slides into his throat. I groan before Glenn backs off. “Oh, that’s good. You’ve been holding out on us, haven’t you?” Mouth full of dick, he tries to shake his head. But he doesn’t stop trying to deep-throat me.

“Have you been practicing on other men?” I ask. “How many men have tried to fuck Sarah but you serviced them instead, to save her aching pussy?”

This time it’s Sarah who groans. I look back over my shoulder. Her lacquered nails plunge into her vagina and reappear as she watches her husband avidly. Glenn speeds his motions. His hands flex and grasp my thighs as he bobs his head.

“I think you want your prize, don’t you?” I ask him. “You want hot come. You need it fresh from the tap, not lapped out of your wife’s used hole.”

Glenn sobs and presses his lips to my pelvis, nursing the cock in his mouth as he releases one of my thighs. He grabs his own dick.

“Stop that,” I bark and cuff his head. “You don’t touch your little boy prick until I tell you.”

He obeys but increases the pace, sucking and straining to hold me in his mouth as long as he can. Tears and saliva run over his face. He gulps for air each time he pulls off, only to plunge onto it again.

I moan appreciatively. I’d come this way if I let him continue, but they paid me to take the scene much further.

I grip his ears to hold him steady as I withdraw my cock. Glenn focuses on the purple, glistening head that throbs inches away from his mouth.

“That was good, but look what you did.” His eyes meet mine. “No, look at what your wife is doing.” Sarah pistons three fingers in and out while she tweaks her nipple with the other hand. “She sees what you’re doing to save her and it’s got her turned on. Doesn’t it, Sarah?” I ask loudly.

In response, she moans and presses her thumb to her clit while her three fingers slide deeply inside her sheath.

“Oh look. She needs something else in there. Don’t you think so, Glenn?”

He stares wide-eyed at me again, sensing a trick. But he nods.

“Would you like to fuck her? Would you like to stick your little boy cock inside her and make her come? I bet you could do it, if you try.” He nods again, and I bark, “Say it. Tell me what you want to do.”

“I want to fuck my wife,” he cries out. Then, more softly, submissively, he asks, “Can I fuck her? Please?”

I climb off the bed until I stand facing Glenn, blocking Sarah’s writhing body. I tower above him, still on his knees. Running a hand over my chest and to my abs, I draw his eyes along with my fingers. I’m more leanly built than the slightly doughy, middle-aged man before me. My swollen cock juts out and hovers out of his reach.

“Are you going to kiss Sarah when you fuck her?” I ask, and Glenn nods. “Show me.” Confused eyes peer at me. “Show me how you’re going to kiss her so she knows how much you love her.” I coax him to stand, watching confusion fade into shock and then a glimmer of something else.

Something hot.

Grasping Glenn’s shoulders so he can’t retreat, I bend my head and pause with my mouth inches away. A mumbled noise comes from the shorter man before he thrusts forward to kiss me. It’s closed-mouth, desperate, needy and fearful. Just what I want.

I pull Glenn to me roughly and hold our mouths together, gradually opening my lips to coax him into doing the same. When I feel the flick of a tongue, I yield the field. Opening wide, I draw in his tongue and let him explore my mouth. As a reward, I pull him into a tighter hug so that my big cock and his smaller one rub against each other.

Glenn brings a hand to my waist, pulling us together firmly. His hips begin to move, seeking more contact for his prick. I permit it for a few moments, before drifting my fingers from Glenn’s waist to the swell of his ass. It’s firm from running, belying his soft belly. I cup my palm over one smooth, round globe.

I pull back from the kiss. “That was good. You’re going to make Sarah feel good if you kiss her like that while you fuck her.” Glenn’s eyes turn glassy with the praise. I caress his ass again more firmly, using the stroke to slide my now-hard cock against his belly.

“There’s a problem, though.” Alarm shows as I shake my head side to side slowly, regretfully. “Between your mouth sucking my dick and the way you kiss, I really need…to fuuuuck.” I draw out the word, making it as filthy and suggestive as I can. Stroking his ass again, my fingertips come to rest at the start of the crease between the cheeks.

Glenn shudders under my touch but doesn’t pull away. His cock flexes against me.

Leaning down, my lips intimately brush an ear. He shivers at the breath on his face as I say quietly, “You’ve done such a good job of protecting Sarah, though. I don’t think you should have to give up sliding your cock into her. You earned it, don’t you think?”

Glenn hesitates, then nods jerkily.

“So do I. But I’ve got this big cock and it really, really needs to fuck something. Do you have any ideas?”

He licks his lips. “What if…?”

“Yes?” I run my fingertips along the slope of his ass. I’m pretty sure I’ve won already, but there’s nothing sweeter than hearing a man capitulate.

“What if I fuck her first and then…?”

I curve my fingers into the crevice of Glenn’s ass. As I drag them against his hole, it pulses under my touch.

He blushes bright red, but doesn’t pull away. The hand on my waist clenches. “What if you fuck me while I’m fucking her?”

As soon as the words are out, Glenn nearly begins to hyperventilate. His heartbeat pounds against my chest.

I pretend indecision. “I don’t know.” I pause but circle against his hole. It flutters under my fingers. “Do you think you’re man enough to take my cock? Look—,” I back away so he can see it again, “—it’s really thick. Sarah loves it because it’s so big but a pussy is flexible. She could probably take my fist there, if she wanted.”

Glenn moans and quivers at that. Sarah gasps too.

Interesting, I think. Maybe if they bring me back, we’ll go there.

I press one fingertip firmly against Glenn’s asshole until it breaches him. He hisses in surprise and stiffens, but he doesn’t try to pull away. “Do you think my cock can fit into your tight ass?”

Turns out it can.

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by MJ Edwards

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