Wednesday, 16 September 2009


I'm getting so excited now, can't wait to be in the sunshine. I've got 1 more booking before I leave, and I had one last night.

The client was nothing special to look at - a man in his 40s, greyish hair and an average body. But I was in this insatiable mood; despite masturbating in the shower that morning, I still felt like I needed a good hard fuck.

Mr client was delighted that I was so obviously game. He's probably used to escorts who don't really want to be there; they just take off their clothes and lie on the bed, eyes shut tight. That's not good company. Nothing like me though, that's how I get away with charging such obscene amounts! He could probably see that wicked glint in my eye as soon as I marched through the door and threw my coat across the chair. I probably should've waited for him to offer me a drink or make small talk, but I had no patience for that. I kissed him full on the mouth (another bonus I give) and started to undo his trousers. Hitching up my skirt I bent over the dressing table, arching my back with my arse pressed out towards him.

I could see the mixed expression on his face. He was excited that I was so eager, but also worried that it would all be over in 5 minutes and that I'd walk out the door. It was all over in 5 minutes, but I didn't walk out the door. Miraculously I'd brought myself to climax by rubbing in between my legs while he pounded my from behind - the view in the mirror helped too. I watched myself carefully. My face gradually reddened and my pupils dilated as little beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

After that I stayed the full 2 hours. I felt like a drink by the time we'd finished our 'introductions', and he was so delighted that I didn't bolt that he tipped me generously. I thanked him with a blow job.

Two days to go...

Brooke x

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