“How are you… feeling?” I asked as my breathing quickened with excitement.
“Miss Davenport. You’ll have to excuse me, but… I am so turned on right now.”
“More aroused than you are with your wife?”
“Yes. Ten times more.”
“More aroused than you were at the Gentleman’s Club?”
His hand ran down my belly to the top of my panties. He slipped it beneath the soft fabric. His fingers slid through my pubes.
I gasped. This was close to getting out of hand. I didn’t really care, though. Sex surrogates were called that for a reason. Sessions often ended in sex between the client and the surrogate. Maybe not on the first time though.
“Way more aroused than at the club,” he replied. His hand slid down farther into my wet fold. A finger grazed my clit, causing me to throw my head back into his chest. He slid two fingers between my labia, my wet lips spreading to greet him. His free hand squeezed my breast and rubbed my nipples through the fabric of my plum bra.
I was ripe for the taking.
“How does this feel when I touch you here?”
Suddenly, he was in charge.
“It feels amazing,” A moan escaped my lips and my ass wriggled against his hard cock.
Two of his fingers slid inside of me, and his palm cupped my clit. He moved in and out of me as I moved my head from side to side on his chest. He slipped my bra strap off of one shoulder and exposed my breast. His strong fingers squeezed and pulled on my nipple.
This was definitely something that I hadn’t planned on, but my body didn’t seem to care. His touch was better than my fantasy. By far. At that moment, my mind didn’t care either.
He pumped his fingers in and out of me while his palm rubbed my clit on each stroke. His powerful hand squeezed my breasts and nipples. When he kissed me hard on the neck, almost biting me, I came.
I came so hard that I thrashed my head from side to side. My hips bucked. First trying to maintain contact and then trying to break contact as my clit couldn’t take any more of the pleasure rippling through me.
When he removed his hand from my panties, he continued to caress my breast. He removed the other bra strap as well, revealing my other breast. His cum-soaked hand caressed and massaged that one so that it didn’t feel left out.
“Does that normally happen in a session?”
I felt like I was in a heavenly blissed out state, but I was also so eager to touch him. So, before I completely calmed down, I extricated myself from his loving arms and hands and turned around.
“Yes. Sometimes, especially after the first few sessions. Things progress. Although what I’m about to do is still probably ahead of schedule.” I gazed at his erection bulging against his boxer briefs.
I reached down and pulled down the front of his briefs, revealing his rigid cock. I stroked it a few times and watched as he threw his head back.
“Does that feel good?”
“Amazing,” he managed.
“What about it feels amazing?” I continued to stroke it.
“The feel of your hand. It’s soft. But it knows what it’s doing,” he said. He gasped when I licked the bottom side of his cock. From the balls to the tip, I traveled his sensitive skin like a pilgrim on a holy journey.
“Your tongue is so warm and wet. It seems to know every spot to touch.”
He was barely holding on. His fingers had pleasured me.
I intended to return the favor, but I didn’t want to go further. Not today. I had satisfied my curiosity. He had satisfied my hunger. Now I wanted him to leave at least a little sated.
I slid my lips around the head of his cock and then slid it deeper inside me until it touched the back of my throat. I didn’t want to turn this into an ASMR session, so I stopped there and just sucked hard for a bit. Then I bobbed my mouth up and down on his cock while one hand stroked the lower half of his length.
He was so hard. When I started twisting my hand around his cock while stroking it and I tightened the suction around his head, he gasped out loud before he came. Part of me wanted to see his load, but in an effort to keep the bed less messy, I swallowed it all.
