by Cassy Roop
After slapping my signature on the dedicated line, I tore the page from the pad and handed it to her. She once again rounded the desk and placed her hands on either side of the arms on my chair, leaning in so her tits were directly in my face. The smell of her expensive perfume filtered through my nostrils as she brought her face close to mine.
“Thank you, Andris. Help me make my husband happy, and I promise to help make you…happy,” she said, reaching down to palm my dick and balls, stroking me through the dark fabric of my suit pants. An involuntary hiss passed my lips. I’m a man and, morals or not, a fucking sexy as hell woman was cupping my fucking package. Any normal male would have had the same reaction that my traitorous dick had.
She kissed me on the corner of my mouth, the sweet smell of cinnamon coming from her breath, before she let go of my cock and pushed instantly away from me and turned around to walk out of the office. Pausing at the door, she turned around and winked at me.
“Until next time, Doctor.” Then she walked out.
I don’t remember how long I sat there staring at the door after she left. What the fuck just happened? My dick was so hard, it pressed against the seam of my pants in a painful protest to break forth from its confines.
I picked up the phone, dialing the same number I had called for several years whenever I needed a release without the dreaded complications of commitment. She was fabulous and always gave me what I needed, whenever I needed it.
And right now, I needed her.
I SAT SILENTLY IN the back of the car as the world around me passed by. My driver had long gone silent, leaving me to stew in the backseat with wonder and curiosity as to where I could be going. Five, ten, maybe twenty minutes passed by before the car finally came to a stop. Honestly, I didn’t care where the fuck I was, as long as that four grand was in my pocket when I left wherever the fuck it is that I was.
My door opened, and the cold air from outside filled the cab and caused a chill to come to my body.
“Miss Lane, take my hand, please,” my driver instructed. I reached through the darkness of the blindfold to find my purse lying on the seat next to me. I extended my hand to him and felt the warmth of his engulf mine as he assisted me out of the car. Looping my arm through his, he guided me alongside of him into the coolness of the night before opening the door to a building and entering. I tried to pay attention to the noise of my surroundings, but was met with nothing but silence.
We walked quietly through the building, the clicking of my heels and the pitch of our breaths the only sounds I could hear. When I heard the familiar ding of an elevator, my driver guided me into the waiting car and my stomach ticked as the car began to ascend floors.
“I know I’m not supposed to ask questions, but may I ask your name?”
He thought quietly to himself for a few moments as the elevator continued to rise. Just when I didn’t think he would answer me, he leaned in and whispered into my ear.
“You can call me Sinclaire.”
I let out a slow breath, praying that he didn’t feel my body tremble when his warm breath brushed my ear. Being with old man Patterson earlier had left me wanting an orgasm so badly I could taste it on the tip of my tongue, and for some reason, this dark haired stranger’s close proximity was sending confusing signals straight to my clit that was now buzzing with anticipation for what was to come. At least with the blindfold in place, I wouldn’t have to see the asshole who was about to fuck me for four thousand dollars, and that was perfectly okay with me.
“Okay, Sinclaire. How long will I be here, and how will I get home?”
“I will be driving you home after the session has ended.”
The elevator dinged and I heard the car doors open. I was greeted with the smell of rich leather and dark wood. It had a pleasant effect on my senses. Maybe tonight wouldn’t turn out to be such a bust after all.
“Wait here,” Sinclaire instructed me as I heard him walk away. Even through the blackness of the blindfold, I could tell that the lights in the room I was standing in had just dimmed. I couldn’t tell if there were any windows or anything that would connect me to the outside world.
A soft stream of classical music began to play through speakers that seemed to be placed throughout the room. Judging by the sound filtering through, the room must have been pretty large. I heard footsteps as they slowly approached me, and I wondered who it would be. The client, or Sinclaire?
“There are a few rules I need to discuss with you, Miss Lane. Again I must stress the importance of leaving the blindfold on. You will not hear the client, nor will you hear him speak. The only voice you will hear will be mine as I feed you the client’s instructions. Now, before we begin, are there any limits that we need to go over?”
Limits? I had none. That is what happens when you become a professional whore. You don’t worry about what it is that you will or won’t do, you just concentrate on what it is the client wants so you can earn your pay.
“I have no limits, Sinclaire, although I do require at least fifty percent of the fee to be placed in my bag and the other fifty to follow after the completion of my services.”
“Fair enough, Miss Lane. The client will be pleased with your positive attitude of limits as well.”
I noticed a hint of darkness cloud his voice, but shrugged it off. If the client got his rocks off from another person being in the room to guide and watch, then more power to him. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had to please a client before by performing with another participant. There were some sick and fucked up people in this world, but I did what I had to do in order to survive. The benefit of not giving a shit about any of the stuff I did was a wonderful perk for my profession.
“Will you be joining in on the session, Sinclaire?” I asked inquisitively.
“Er, um, no,” he stuttered and I arched my brow from under the blindfold wondering why he seemed to trip over the answer he provided me.
“Shall we begin? Your client is waiting.”
“Lead the way.”
I was led to what I believed could be the center of the room. The rich smell of leather became more potent as I got closer to the source of the aroma.
“There is a bed behind you, Miss Lane. Please remove your coat and dress, then have a seat. I peeled the fabric from my shoulders and felt around to find the bed, placing my coat next to me as my ass came into contact with soft, silky satin sheets. I let the coolness absorb into my skin as my body began to flush with excitement. This was what I craved more than anything in the world. Pleasure was something I needed like a heroin addict needed a fix. It was one of the rare emotions that I got to feel, the physical concept of someone driving into me making my body and nerve endings come to life as euphoria filtered through me with each thrust. Being an escort, I had a good reason to practice the only thing that could really make me feel. Sex wasn’t just sex for me, it was a way of making me feel normal—making the emptiness and emotional blindness that was inside of me come to life, if only for a moment of time.
A warm, strong hand caressed my cheekbone, sending a shiver of delight through me. An electric charge of lust and desire for what was to come. The tips of his fingers were rough, toughened with time and I wondered what it was that he did to make them that way. I closed my eyes from behind the blindfold, even though I couldn’t see anything to begin with, and allowed my body to absorb his touch as he ran his finger across my jaw and down the curvature of my neck. My breathing became shorter as I tried to concentrate of the sensations I felt just from the touch of my client.
His finger traced down my shoulder and to the tops of my breasts not covered by the red lingerie that I wore. Suddenly it was gone, and I felt cold from the lack of touch.
“Your client is very pleased with what he sees, Miss Lane. In fact, so much so, he is willing to up the price of your fee to five thousand if you agree to let him bind you.”
Bind me? Why not. I’ve done it many times before.
“I have no issues being bound.�
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“Good. He would also like for me to place these headphones over your ears. You will still be able to hear me, but nothing else.”
“Okay…” I said curiously. Why would he want the headphones over my ears when the only person speaking to me was Sinclaire anyway?
My client returned, gently placing the headphones over my ears and what little rustling noises I did hear, soon melted away into nothing.
Noise canceling headphones. It was almost like wearing ear plugs. A small amount of crackling came through and then Sinclaire’s voice followed.
“Can you hear me, Miss Lane? Nod if so.”
I complied with a small shake of my head.
“Lie back on the bed and push yourself up towards the top.”
My body glided almost effortlessly across the smooth silk of the sheets and I laid my head down on very plush pillows, allowing them to absorb the weight of my head. The soft material at my back made me feel sexy in a luxurious kind of way. Although I couldn’t see them, I imagined them a dark color, maybe navy blue, or even black, making sharp contrast with the crimson color of my lingerie. I imagined the tan color of my skin becoming paler against the inky linens.
A large, warm hand circled my wrist and my heart beat could no doubt be felt through the pulse point of the thin layer of skin there. I felt my client’s fingers gently brush against my flesh as he expertly worked what felt like buckles to leather cuffs and secured them around my wrists. His warm hand skirted across my body as he rubbed against the surface of my skin, tracing the small, invisible hairs until he reached my ankle. With the same expert practice, my ankle was secured to the bed and he quickly followed up with the same task on the other side of my body.
“Are you okay, Miss Lane?” I heard Sinclaire whisper through the headphones.
“Yes,” I managed to reply with a swallow, as anticipation began to build to the point where my breathing became even more labored.
I had been with some strange clients in the past. Some who requested things of me that I never, in my wildest dreams, would have imagined. The positive part about my job was that, with my inability to care, I had no hesitations about saying yes to their requests.
As I laid on the bed in front of not only one, but two men, one who was instructing me, and the other who was touching me, I felt…excitement. I smiled slyly to myself. This was the reason why I did what I did. I hated that I was empty inside. Not only did I have the issue of not being able to process my own emotions, but I couldn’t understand those of others a majority of the time. It was painful to walk around every day of your life and watch others experience things that you didn’t understand because you had a hard time feeling the things they did.
With sex, I was able to feel. I was able to process what was going on inside of me, no longer feeling void; no longer feeling like I was broken or ineffective.
I jumped when my client’s nails scraped against the soles of both of my feet, sending a charge of electricity rippling as it climbed my thighs and hit that sweet spot in my body that was the only thing that existed to allow me to feel normal. I felt my clit stiffen, throb with a need to be touched as I laid spread eagle on the bed.
Something soft tickled the inside of my thigh. Was it a feather? A scarf? I couldn’t tell, but the sensations it was transposing within me were extraordinary. I could feel the small bumps rise on my skin as my body cooled and heated at the same time. The soft object traced the lines of my stomach, circling my navel before ascending upward towards my breasts.
As soon as the object appeared, it was gone. I had no choice but to lay there as my mind raced and my body buzzed. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear, and it made every one of my senses heightened to extraordinary levels. Each time he touched me, it felt stronger. Each time he walked past me and I imagined him admiring my body, I could smell the woodsy scent of his skin, mixed with perspiration and arousal.
After several moments, and me wondering if he was going to continue, I felt a gentle brush across my cheekbone before his finger traced over towards my lips and pulling it away from where I was chewing on my lower lip with my teeth. I felt his warm breath as he placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth before ascending his lips down my throat and into the curve of my neck. I turned my head away from him, giving him better access to one of the most erogenous zones in my body. The soft, but scruffy hairs on his face caused friction with my skin and only added to my rapidly building pleasure.
I felt a buzzing in my chest and realized it was my own noises and I sighed and nearly growled in satisfaction as he found the spot just below my ear that turned me on more than any other place on my body. A slow swipe of his tongue against my flesh had my hips bucking off the bed, begging for something, anything to put pressure against my clit.
As if he heard my internal conversation with myself, his warm hand came down to cup my pussy, his thumb circling my clit with just enough pressure to ease the ache.
“Your client is very pleased by the response you are giving him, Miss Lane.”
“Well, please tell my client that he pleases me as well. I just…oh God…” I tried to say, but the words stopped just short of my lips as his hand slipped inside of my panties and traced the seam of my folds. The wetness, already deeply present, coated his fingers as he teased and taunted me with slow, sensual strokes. I clenched my fists, my nails finding the soft leather of the cuffs that bound my wrists and digging in.
“Please…please whoever you are…” I begged. My eyes opened from behind the blindfold. I’ve never begged a client before. Never asked a client to do anything to me unless they asked me too.
What the fuck? How the hell did that just happen?
My client must have felt my stillness and the internal battle with myself because instantly his thumb made contact with my clit as not one, but two of his long, thick fingers slipped inside of me. My back arched and the muscles in my thighs clenched. It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar build up from deep within my lower belly. Elation and bliss began to progress in my body.
Yes.
This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. It was the only thing I didn’t have to try to force my head or my body to feel. It came to me, without any effort or any coaxing on my part. When a man was inside of me, it was then that I felt whole. I got to feel the things that normally ran null in my everyday life.
I felt open, fully engaged with what he was doing with my body. I didn’t care who this man was. I didn’t care where he came from, or what he did for a living. The only thing I cared about was reaching that point where my body exploded, that the resulting subjective orgasm sent my body skyrocketing so hard, that I felt like I would pass out for a few seconds.
Within the space of a breath, my panties were ripped from my body, and the front of my corset torn away from my breasts. Cool air hit my skin as I felt him move away from me.
No!
Then suddenly, my ankles were released from their restraints and I was flipped over to where I was facing down on the bed. The movement nearly knocked the breath from my body. My wrists, now crisscrossed over my head, left me with little to hold onto as I felt his warm hands on my ass, lifting my hips to where they were now poised in the air and my cheek rested on the bed. Gentle caresses on my ass made the ache worse and I shook it, silently indicating for him to drive into me.
Heat, a stinging, but welcomed pain hit my right side as his hand collided with my skin, resulting in a deeper warmth that was almost too much to bear. The vibrations in my body quickly turned to throbs and I felt the wetness of my pussy begin to trickle down my thigh as it thirsted for him to fill my body.
His grip on my hips tightened and I stilled, trying to absorb the heat of his body from behind me. I bit my lip in anticipation as he began to rub his dick along the seam of my ass. Through the sensation of his touch, I could tell he was huge. The hardness sliding closer and closer to my entrance. It was instant. A single drive, and my body opened to him, welcoming his presence a
s he stilled inside of me. A bite of pain seared my core, but it only added to my pleasure. Slowly he began to rock into me, his balls tapping against my clit with each thrust.
One of his hands glided up the smooth surface of my back and I felt him take hold of the strands of my hair and give it a gentle, but firm tug. My chest rose from the bed and the cuffs at my wrists tightened just enough for me to use them as leverage to help keep my chest up.
I had never felt pleasure that intense before. I had never had the courtesy of another man watch me in the throes of passion while another man pounded into me from behind. It was new, it was different, it was…incredible. My body began to experience sensations I had never felt before. I didn’t know whether to laugh or sob as I began to become overwhelmed by the new experience. I remember crying a few times in my life, and of course I could understand humor, but empathy? Love? Complete happiness? None of those things I have ever experienced before. I couldn’t see this man’s face, or hear his voice, but I have experienced more sensations with him than I had in all of my existence upon this earth.
His thrusts were coming quicker now, his hips colliding with my ass as his rhythm was timed precisely.
“Oh my God, Yes!” I yelled into the room. I could only hear the sound of my own breathing and the muffled tone of my voice as it vibrated through me. I had no way of telling if my client was enjoying the experience as much as I was, but I didn’t give a shit. I was teetering on the edge of bliss and oblivion as he continued to drive into me, my body jolting forward with each thrust. My chest and arms burned, but the feelings I was having were almost too agonizing to sustain and I only begged for him to continue so that my body could feel the release and surrender to the incredible amount of pleasure I was experiencing.
It only took a few more thrusts of his cock and I lost control of my body, stilling as I cried out into the room as my senses were electrocuted over and over again. It was only several more for him and I felt him also surrender as he emptied into me and I felt the warmth of his ejaculation through the condom. My body, having felt like it had just ingested one too many cocktails, became drunk on the surge of pleasure, finally collapsed and shook into the sheets below me.
