Hard & Fast

I had just the kind of session I needed last night. A public little thrill followed by a hard and fast fuck, then a sleeping client that didn't need any further attention. I know that sounds unprofessional, but we both got exactly what we needed so I see it as a job well done!

I hadn't seen Mr X for a couple of months. Sometimes he's a regular name in my diary, other times he's gone for weeks at a time. I could tell he had missed me; it was a fairly last minute appointment and he was celebrating a win at work. We met in the West End bar we both like; he had ordered me to wear a short dress without any underwear, so that was the thrill. A tight one would have been safer, but I chose one that swayed freely over my hips - the slightest gust of wind would have left me completely exposed. We sat down at a table so he could check for himself, sliding a hand between my thighs and stroking the smooth bare skin of my pussy. That was enough to make him down his drink and urge me to finish mine - within 20 minutes we were back in his room.

I'm not sure how long it lasted altogether, but the sex was frantic. All of our clothes came off except his open shirt, and he pushed me face down on to the bed. I arched my back and pushed my arse up towards him so he could enter me from behind, my face still flat against the pillow. From there we somehow got to the door and he fucked me standing up, one of my legs hooked around his back. At some point I dropped to my knees to take all of his cock in my mouth, then it was back to where we started. He finished by coming on my face, kneeling over me as I laid on my back propped up on my elbows.

By the time I'd cleaned up in the bathroom, he was out cold and I didn't hear another peep out of him. I bet he had sweet dreams...

Brooke x

Shy Boy

What an eventful bank holiday weekend! I only did one appointment and spent the rest of my time with one of my best girls from back home, so great to see her.

Friday night I gave the birthday boy his treat; he was so cute, like an over excited puppy. He was just as good looking as his photos - not smouldering gorgeous, but fresh faced with a lovely smile. I now believe that it was his first time with a girl like me, and from the time he had I don't think it'll be the last!

We met at a bar in the West End. He was already there when I arrived, and I saw him down a short before he spotted me. Calming the nerves. I smiled widely as he clocked me, and his reciprocating grin didn't wane until I had him on his back with his trousers down (then a different kind of blissful expression). I barely had to do any talking initially; he chattered away nervously, barely breaking for breath. When I thought he deserved a break, I put my hand on his thigh and planted a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. This instantly quietened him, and after that the conversation was easier and the drinks went down more slowly.

There was an interesting contrast between him being desperate to get back to his room and making excuses to procrastinate further; it was very sweet. I eventually made the decision for him and took his hand to lead him out of the bar. It was a short walk back to the hotel, and during this time silence finally got the better of him.

I knew that the rest was up to me now. I undressed him, sat him on the edge of the bed and climbed onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him tenderly. (I could tell that he wanted me to act like a lover, not like a hooker. That would have terrified him.) As I straddled him, I lifted my dress over my head and wriggled until I could feel his erection pressing against the fine silk between my legs. I rubbed against it as I kissed him more, pushing him back until he was lying flat (cue the blissful expression). Soon I could feel my own wetness saturate the fabric and I knew it was time to give him what he had been dying for. I was eager to feel it too; his cock was thick and hard, I knew that it was going to fill me up completely. The final garments discarded, I lowered myself onto him slowly, pushing down lower until he was all the way in. I never broke eye contact - I thought that if I gave him the chance to look away, he might be too nervous to look back and would miss his birthday show.

That first time was quite quick, which I was already prepared for. To be honest, I would have been a little offended if it wasn't, considering the circumstances! I dismissed his apologies and told him that we were going to have one more slow drink listening to the Cure before I let him fuck me again, really hard this time. His confidence had built up by round 2, and he did himself proud.

I'm glad that I decided to meet a new client. He probably can't afford to be a regular, but meeting this sweetheart every few months will be my pleasure.

Brooke x

Slippery Slide

Starting to feel a bit more positive today which is a relief, I just don't suit being grumpy. A lovely impromptu trip to the theatre last night may have contributed to me perking up, I hadn't seen a West End show for ages. I even got to see Anna Friel's naked breasts, what a treat :-)

The taxi ride out of central London this morning was interesting, had a bit of a slide on the ice! I only feared for my life for a fleeting moment... Now preparing myself for a bit of beautification and hoping that I survive the trip home. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't suit being dead either.

Tonight I'm meeting one of the clients who I quite fancy, so looking forward to that. Actually, I haven't been horny all week. My usually high sex drive was somewhat dampened for a while; but the idea of what might be to come later could change that!

Brooke x