But this story isn’t just mine,it also belongs to Deepika! The perfect wife. A loving mom,a generous wife and the ideal woman. Fair,beautiful,a former model,who had with age put on weight only in the right places.And a face,oh what a face…it drips innocence,her brown doe eyes,her long and slender nose,her perfectly shaped strawberry pout!
And she is on my bed,her legs crossed ever so seductively,sitting at the foot of the bed,her fair,long legs making their way out of her silken evening gown so perfectly shaping her calves and thighs. Her palms interlocked on top of her knees. As you followed her tender hands,you spotted the prize they made no attempt to hide.
Her cleavage,and how she had applied just enough shimmer on her chest for your eyes to freeze at their sight. Just perfect,not humongous and saggy,but a handful and perky! This was my reality check. As I stood naked in front of her,I couldnt help but wonder,I must be the luckiest chap in the world to be making love…who am I kidding…to fuck a wife like her.
Now dont jump to conclusions,she wasnt MY wife! She was a client. Its not every night or every guy who gets this lucky! So I couldnt help but wonder how what I am,gets to have sex with what she is and get paid for it? “So?” she almost purred “So what?…oh yeah,right,your question?” I said,as my attention came back to her question.
I hate wondering off in the middle of work…”You know I cant answer that Deepika…you have asked me before…” I replied as I tried to be blunt about it. “Ok…I just thought you offered a complete boyfriend experience,not just your dick!” she said in disgust as she stood up and walked to the bar in the suite ever so elegantly, ever so calmly and poured herself another glass of the expensive champagne she had ordered from room service.
“And a dick is something I can get for free,but Im guessing you have already figured that part out. What I want arent the almost there six packs of your either. Nor do I crave one touch on that thick dick of yours,although I must admit,it does look fabulous. I want you to bare your soul,and its not one way,if you want,I can answer any question might have…”
Most of my clients do the exact opposite in fact,I talk only to sympathise with them,none of them,not one fucking bitch ever wondered about me. What I want,what I think,whether they are boring me. And why would they,they were paying for my meat,and the only functions of my tongue did not include talking.
“So…again…why do this? Why become a gigolo?And don`t feed me any crap about circumstances,you definitely enjoy this lifestyle!” she said as she now moved to the couch,kept her glass on the coffee table and reached back behind her slender neck,pushing back her long straight hair,which was tied in a high ponytail,and undid the clasp holding her gown up.
As the gown fell in a buch near her ankles she stepped out of it,naked,she wasnt wearing any inners,and if her body looked hot in that snug fitting gown,it looked absolutely scorching without it. Her nipples were just the right pink,more like a line between pink and light brown,perky and pointing up.
They werent excited yet,which meant she was right,she wasnt going to get turned on until she felt an intellectual connection. Her complexion was milky white and perfect,consistent. Her crotch was trimmed,but not shaved. She seated herself on the couch,crossed her legs again and picked up her drink,took a sip and patted the couch,gesturing me to sit next to her.
“The lifestyle…thats it,I get paid to do what others pay to do!” As I got comfortable on the couch next to her and lit a smoke from the pack on the table. “No thats not it!” she said. “Of course it is! How do you know it isnt?” I asked a little irritated. “Because you arent flamboyant enough,you arent a smart ass.
You came here on public transport judging by your metro pass,you are carrying clothes,formal ones,which means you will be reporting to a job from here,which means you have a separate job. You wearing lenses,not the coloured ones,so it means you have glasses.”She said as her hands slided slowly onto my lap,and then ever so gently her left hand took a grip of my cock.
“You lead a dual life Ashwin,and this veiny,throbbing cock belongs to your alter ego.Ashwin,if that is your real name,I dont want your alter ego,I want to make love to you,to who you really are, to Clark Kent!” Her hands felt so good on my cock. Slowly the fingers started working a to and fro motion from the head, down the shaft to the base, and up again!
I took a long drag from my cigarette and spread my arm on the backrest,around Deepika`s back,grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer to myself. I looked into her eyes, her anticipation,almost wishing that she`s finally gotten through to me. She had.For the first time ever,a client had,or anyone had for that matter.
“When I was 23…I was single,broke up with my first girlfriend…actually got dumped by her. She was the only girl I had ever been with.But she,as I later found out,was sleeping around behind my back!” I started narrating,rather hesitantly. “And thats why you thought,why not become a…an escort?” she said,as she almost sat up with a curious enthusiasm.
“No!” I said,half in disgust,and smirked “I had been with only one girl,and as a break up almost always does,it messed up my ego. My band wasnt taking off,I didnt have many students to learn guitar,and my job interviews were nightmares. But the solution lay in one of the problems.” I continued, while picking up the ash tray and stubbing out my smoke.
By now Deepika was on her knees in front of me,both her hands were on my cock,and my hands behind her head. Her warm breaths were falling on my crotch,and then finally the inevitable happened. My cock was in her mouth. Usually at this point I faked a squirm,so that my client felt good about her oral skills. But Deepika was actually good.
She wasted no time in licking up and down my cock before feeling confident enough to open wide and take it in. She started immediately with a strong,slurpy suck that immediately made my balls twitch! Any other guy would have come immediately,but I somehow squeezed the pleasure down. Now she looked back up,expecting me to continue…
“Among the many unpaid dues,was that of my PG accommodation. I hadnt paid the rent in 3 months now,and Mr Milt had already been giving me trouble about it. I had called home several times for money but they insisted I go back. I didnt want to.
The same joint family of nosy uncles and aunts,cousins who couldnt stop bullying me,and a future that had nothing but a life of managing a small time travel agency. I couldnt have. I refused to give in. I decided I`d rather beg Mr Milt for mercy. I had already sold my laptop,my bike and almost everything else I could have to stay back for 2 years after graduating and working on my music.
Mr Milt`s mercy,or the lack of it,would now decide my fate. Mr Milt was ready to go out when I saw him near the maindoor,as he always does at this hour to get hammered by cheap booze. He was a scary looking guy,Anglo Indian,Brown hair and beard,at 6 feet 2 inches he stood a good 5 inches taller than me,and was broad.
Actually he wasnt scary till he put that frown on his face,and snarled and stared at you. On spotting me,he immediately started shaking his head! “No!” he said blatantly “I didnt even ask you anything yet…” I protested “You are walking at me with that stupid smile of yours at this hour,that can only mean you are going to ask me for another extension!
No more,if you cant pay up,pack up and leave.” he said as he swung the door open to go out,then he turned around and added, “Actually,dont bother about the stuff,Its been 3 months since you last paid me,so I should just get everything in that room confiscated!” He yelled,and left,slamming the door shut behind him.
As I turned around to leave,I heard Mrs Milt call out from behind. And she stood there,smiling at me.” As soon as I recalled Anna,Mrs Milt that is,I felt Deepika`s strong suction on my cock again. This time her lips were just locked around my head,sucking on it strongly,as one hand stroked my shaft and another play with my balls. Suddenly both her hands went down to my balls.
While her mouth swallowed the entire length of my cock and deepthroated itself. She kept it in til she could feels the gag reflex overpower her,she took the cock out of her mouth and came up for air. Now again her right hand was on my cock,for about ten seconds she shagged my cock violently.
Her own saliva was dripping from her lips and her face was almost smeared in it as she played with my cock.Her eyes were almost begging me to cum.I myself was on the edge now. She put her head back down and now her head was bobbing up and down,my cock going all the way in her mouth,back out till the head,and in again.
She traced a straight line from between my balls and followed a seam to my pucker ass,and then poked in just a little bit. That was the last straw. I cant resist the urge from a woman like her for that long,I might be a gigolo but I too am a man. I had to stop her from continuing,otherwise I would break one of the sacred rules of being a gigolo and cum before the client has.
“Stop! Please…or I`ll cum!” I protested “Thats what I want!” she said,once again taking her mouth off my cock,but her hands continued their work “I know you arent supposed to before we have had a proper fuck,but I want it!Just tell me when!” And she went back to work. She kept sucking on my cock as her hands worked on my balls and asshole at the same time.
I couldnt take it anymore. “NOW!! NOW DAMN IT NOW!!” I almost screamed,she pulled her drink back into her hand and positioned it near the head of my cock with one hand to receive my load,as the other kept stroking my cock. I came in spurts,one after the other.
Deepika,this angelic beauty,her expert oral skills,and remembering Anna after so long,they all conspired to make me climax more intensely and heavily,than I had done in a long time. Her champagne was now more of a cum cocktail than anything,she whirled her glass around contently, looked up and asked me,
“Do you always cum so much?” “Only for special ladies like you…” I answered She smiled,happy with the answer,and put one finger in her glass to stir my cum and her drink well, then pulled it out,and placed it between her lips,sucking it clean. She proceeded to pull the glass up to her lips,and then gave her glass a sniff,as if she was wine tasting,shrugged and then gulped the cocktail down.
She swallowed the entire contents of the glass down in one motion,never putting the glass down,and as she did,she never broke eye contact with me. I smiled back. She walked upto me,crouched up and sat on my lap,her arms flung around my neck.Her head on my shoulders. I felt her breath on my neck as she whispered, “Continue..” And continue, I shall…
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