by Carly Katz
I picked out a tight fitting, tie up blue dress to wear over a silver sparkle bikini set with a killer pair of heels. I stepped back into the living room where Mason and Becca were waiting. Lindsey put a little makeup on me and we got comfortable on the couch. Becca briefly explained that she would be filming and Lindsey would be taking still shots and fixing the lighting as needed.
We decided to start out by the pool, and we all helped take out equipment. When we were all set up, I took a spot lounging at the top of the pool steps. Becca aimed the camera, and Mason walked into the shot.
All of a sudden, I was nervous. I glanced around at everyone, looking directly into the camera more than once. Becca shook her head and Lindsey offered a few words of advice. She told me to focus only on him, unless I wanted to stare into the eyes of the viewer, then I could look into the camera. Becca turned on some music for my benefit, and I turned my attention towards Mason. I stretched out along the pool and watched him walk back into the shot. He took a spot sitting with his feet in the water and leaned down toward me, extending his hand to run between my breasts and down my stomach. I reached up and took the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. It took everything I had to stay focused, but I was already so turned on, I felt slippery beneath the bikini bottom.
He reached behind me with his unoccupied hand and untied my dress. He let it fall from my chest and my bikini top sparked in the sunlight. I sat up to let the dress fall to my waist. My legs were bent in front of me along the cement as he sat opposite with his feet still in the water. He was shirtless, with only a pair of black swim trunks on. He hopped out of the water and pulled me to my feet. Mason looked down at me with a smile on his face that conveyed how much he was planning on enjoying me.
My heart was racing and every part of me wanted him. I kicked my dress to the side, purposely adding grace to my movements. I reached my arms around his neck and he undid the clasp of my bikini top and untied the bow at the nape of my neck. As he did that, Mason leaned towards my neck on the opposite side of the camera view and kissed and bit along the area between my ear and my collarbone.
His kisses sent shivers through me and I closed my eyes and let out a gasp. When the bikini top fell from my breasts, he leaned down to kiss them, holding them in each of his hands while he sucked on my nipples. I felt my breath start to quicken when his lips traveled down my abs. Mason knelt in front of me and toyed with the edge of the sparkling fabric covering the rest of me. I reached down and rubbed the back of his head, tousling his hair. He looked up at me and I returned his gaze with a sideways smile. He reached his hands up towards my hips and pulled me towards his face. He pressed his lips against my clit through my bikini bottom. Feeling his warm breath made me moan out, and I could see Lindsey with a thumbs-up and a smile out of the corner of my eye.
Mason tugged the sparkles down my legs and I lifted each foot to free myself from the clothing. His hips pulled me to his lips again and I bent my knees to slightly spread my legs to him. He let his fingers dance along my dripping slit and gently, he pulled me apart. His tongue found my clit, and he started to trace it in soft, fleeting flicks. Each touch made my heart beat faster and I moaned out loud. I grasped a fistful of his thick hair and pushed him more firmly against my cunt. He pulled on my hips, bringing me back down to the cement. I laid down, and let one leg float in the water.
He hopped back in the pool and dunked his head under water. When he resurfaced, he shook his head back and forth, sending sprays of all over my open legs. His chest glistened in the sun as he reached his hands towards me. I was just at Mason’s chest level since he was standing in the pool and he traced my entire body with his hands and mouth.
When he had traveled the distance from my lips down to my legs, I was panting in anticipation. Every caress of his fingers across my skin sent me further and further into pleasure, I felt myself throbbing for him. He licked my slit up and down, circling my clit and probing his tongue into me. He felt inside me with his thick fingers and I couldn’t help but lust for his dick to fill me.
After a few more minutes of him tantalizing me with his mouth and hands, Becca turned the camera off and called out to us, unobtrusively. “Okay guys, don’t break that mood. Go on upstairs and we’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Breathlessly, I allowed Mason to help me up. My legs were a little shaky and he kissed me, his arms wrapped around my waist. He took my hand and we went inside to go upstairs, smiling at Lindsey and Becca.
We went upstairs and hopped onto the suspended bed. It rocked us back and forth. Mason kissed me, and I felt butterflies and excitement in every inch of my body. Before long, Becca and Lindsey were upstairs and gave us the go ahead to get back into action. I straddled him, grinding my naked pussy over his bulging dick, still hidden beneath his swim trunks. His wet trunks felt cool against my throbbing cunt and I leaned down to kiss him.
I took his face in my hands and he reached his hands towards my sides, forcing me to hump him harder. I sat up and let him massage my breasts, still grinding against him. After a few more moments of teasing him to a full erection, I began to kiss down his happy trail and situated myself crouched between his legs. I pulled down his shorts and his long, hard cock came flipping up at my face. I caught him with my lips and plunged my mouth down around him.
Mason let out a loud moan of shocked pleasure and pushed the back of my head farther down onto him. I bobbed my mouth up and down, swirling my tongue around his cock. He reached down to grab my hips. Mason’s sheer strength astounded me as he lifted my ass up into the air. I held my arms on either side of him to keep myself upright and continued to suck his dick.
Slowly, he pumped my hips, holding me upside down above him. His strong hands rotated me, giving me time to keep the rhythm of my mouth around his cock and my balance. He brought my lower half down to him, making me straddle his face. We went at each other in a sixty nine. I swallowed his cock in between panting breaths and looked over at the camera. In the back of my mind, it excited me to think of all the people who would eventually watch me suck Mason’s cock.
Something clicked within me during that thought and I felt myself hurtling towards an orgasm. I dragged my wet lips from his dick and arched my back and let out a series of panting screams as I came. He sucked harder and probed his tongue deeper inside of me, feeling my juices run out as my muscles clenched.
When I was finished, he rolled me off of him to lie on my back. The soft comforter beneath me felt incredible against my heated skin as the bed rocked from our movement.
Mason came to kneel between my legs. He let the one facing the camera splay open on the bed as he took my other foot high above his shoulder. He positioned his cock right at my entrance and smiled at me before he thrust. My hips bucked to meet him, taking him in as far as my body would allow. He pushed himself into me harder and harder.
For the first time, I felt completely free to scream and moan as much as I wanted to. I had never experienced that before, always restricted by the fear of roommates or neighbors overhearing my ecstasy. I let out every ounce of energy he shoved into me. My body flailed to his rhythm and the sways of the bed. I was completely engulfed in him, finally uncaring, and almost unaware, of the camera and present company.
Just as I was building towards another orgasm, he pulled out and forcefully flipped me over onto all fours. He rubbed his dick up and down from my pussy to my ass, spreading my wetness. I spread my legs and reached my hand down to play with my clit. His dick found my pussy again and he began to pound me from behind. I flung my arm forward to catch myself from the force of his thrusts.
Each time Mason filled me, my muscles spasmed harder against him and my screams of pleasure became louder. He began to grunt and mutter pet names for me. He asked me if I liked it and I moaned in response. I felt his hand pulling my hair as he surprised me, smacking my ass with the other.
Mason fucked me through orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last and leaving me more and m
ore like clay in a sculptor’s hands. He flipped me into more positions than I had ever experienced, entering me from all angles and pushing against all of my hidden pleasure zones. He had bent over the bed, with my feet on the floor while he fucked me in the ass. He would pull out and slide his rock hard dick back into my pussy.
Our pants and moans harmonized with one another. When he was ready to come, he pulled out of me and brought me to my knees in front of him. He toyed with my lips with his dick, letting the head of it poke in and out of my mouth. I grabbed his hips and pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat.
He held me there as he began to orgasm. The first shot of his jizz spurted into my mouth and he pulled himself from my lips, letting the rest of it shoot across my face and tits. I kissed and licked him when he was finished, massaging his ass with my hands as we relaxed.
Suddenly, there was a warm, damp towel on my shoulder and I noticed Becca standing behind me.
“That was incredible,” she said. “You two were insanely awesome together.”
Mason helped me to my feet and I wiped his cum from my face. Mason smiled at me and gave me a big hug.
“Thank you,” he said, “That was really fantastic.”
I smiled in response and giggled, every molecule in me still shaking from the experience. I pressed my face against his chest and caught my breath. Lindsey came up with a robe for me and he let go to put on a pair of shorts.
“You two should take a dip in the pool. We have enough in the budget to pay for one more shoot today, if you guys are game.” I nodded my head yes, excitement growing for the next shoot. We headed downstairs and outside to the pool deck.
The cool water felt incredible on my skin. I floated in the water, looking up at the sky, dollar signs and pleasure dancing in my mind.
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JUST
A
CLIENT
Carly Katz
I had been working as a sugar baby for the last four years. It was work that I had not intended to take on; however I’d had a very difficult time finding a job with no degree and when I saw a job in the paper suggesting doing something similar to this, I decided to come up with my own business. I called it Fun for Daddies. My service was about companionship as well as sex.
So the first time I went out with a john his name was Rob. He was about 50 years old, had quite a paunchy beer belly, and was bald. He told me he had four children and that they all lived with his wife. We had dinner together, he paid, and we then took a moonlit walk around the wait. When he asked me to come home with him, I knew it was only part of the job, so I did.
When we got there, he seemed very nervous. Within three minutes, he lost his erection. He was very embarrassed but I said it was fine, these things happen all the time. I left my number with him in case he wanted to meet again.
That was the majority of my world with such clients. Some clients I had would be able to have sex but it was all about them, they just wanted to get off. Some wanted only companionship where we would simply have dinner or walk together. And other clients still just wanted to sit and talk and be held like they had been missing something from their lives early on.
As the years went on and I entered my third year, I wondered if this was something I should really keep doing. I was raking in the dough, that was not the problem, and I was free to do what I want, however I was having a hard time knowing that I was not going to find love in the current situation. Though I had love before, I have been severely burned and was still not ready to indulge in love for myself.
So I had three regular clients. Rob was still one of them. I also had Gregory, a dark-haired elderly man who took very careful efforts to make sure he presented himself as young as he could, and thirdly I had Rafael. Rafael was in his thirties and definitely did not need to pay someone to spend time with. However, I think he simply enjoyed my company and didn’t want to ask if we could just spend time together without the pretense of money.
After one of those dates with Rafael I returned home to find that I had a new and promising client. He stated some facts about himself: he was in his forties, he was married with three children, and he was just looking to experiment with some different aspects of sex that his wife would not allow him to do. I found his phone call rather intriguing because most men, even if they were married, were deprived from sex at all. This man sounded like he was getting sex, he just wanted a different kind.
I returned his phone call the next day, asking for his name and what exactly he had in mind. His name was Diego and he told me that the sex he had with his wife was pure and missionary. He said that while they sometimes switched it up, he wanted to try more intense roles such as bondage, masochism, sadomasochism and the like. I told him that I had only done it once with a previous client and it had not gone so well but I’d be willing to try.
He told me we could use the first date as a test run and if one of us was uncomfortable we could stop and know we were not meant to do this together. The date was scheduled for the next day. I had some fear for the next night, not knowing exactly what he had in mind. While I had done my fair share of bondage and playing, it wasn’t my favorite thing to do. Spanking, tying up, and choking were about the only things I had done and I had no clue what this man had to offer.
I met him at a bar down the street from my apartment and was surprised to find how good-looking he was, probably my best looking client besides Rafael. He introduced himself and we had a few drinks before we headed back to my apartment. He told me about his kids and wife in generic and vague terms and I didn’t press. Some clients wanted to keep these parts of their lives separate.
When we got back to my apartment, he had a backpack with him I hadn’t noticed before. In it, he pulled out a whip, two fluffy handcuffs and blind fold. I asked what he had in mind.
“Well, what I had in mind was to do this to you, however I think it’s only fair that you do this to me first, since it’s your job,” he smiled.
I smiled back, though that wasn’t really the point, but I would do as he asked.
I handcuffed him stomach-down to my bed and began to whip his back. He cried out for more, more, more and I felt bad every time I brought the whip down onto his flesh, but this seemed to be what he wanted, so I let him have it.
After about five minutes, he asked me if it was my turn now. I agreed. It had been intriguing to me and I hadn’t drawn any blood, so I was interested to see how this would work.
He handcuffed me to my bed and began to whip me lightly at first, slowly, until I told him I, too, wanted it harder. And this is how things went with Diego for the next six months.
One day he came over with his equipment, ready to go, and he sat down on the couch. He told me he and his wife hadn’t had sex in two months and he just wanted sex. No bondage or anything today. I told him it was fine.
He slipped the condom on. The sex was like something I had never experienced
before. For once it wasn’t all about him. For once it was all about me. He was very attentive to me. I didn’t need my vibrator when he was done, let’s put it that way. He used his tongue and fingers to caress me in places I didn't even know I enjoyed. And when it seemed like I was satiated, he started to concern himself with his own pleasure.
His kisses were something that I had rarely experienced. It was like our mouths were meant to be together, like our tongues were meant to be touching. I held on to him as he rode me and I whispered sweet nothings into his ear as I licked his neck until he finally came inside me.
He lay next to me and I lay next to him. Some men wanted to cuddle and be near you and pull you in. But I wasn’t sure how he was because we had never done that together. Normally we did his bondage games and then he left off to his family.
Today we lay next to each other, not touching. His hand reached out a minute later and grabbed mine.
“Thank you,” he said.
I looked at him. He was so sincere. So different.
“You’re welcome?” I said questionably.
What was I to say? This was my job.
Diego and I made it a routine. He came over 3 nights a week for regular or dom sex and it became a highlight of my week. We began to talk about our lives and where we wanted to go from there, what we saw ourselves doing in the next few years. It would often be together in bed eating fruit or ordering in, spending time together. Soon he began spending the night, leaving at 6am so his kids wouldn’t know.
