For all her five years of working as an escort, Dinah never compared the women she'd been in bed with. She didn't play favorites with her clients, didn't prioritize one over the rest. It was a rule she lived by, and her main goal had always been to please the clients, to satisfy their sexual needs in however way she can.
Over that length of time, she'd had one-time clients who just wanted to experiment, a few who contacted her a few times before stopping, and there were, of course, the regulars who consistently asked for her.
And each time, Dinah made sure that they were satisfied with her performance. She made no excuses, always prioritizing their pleasure above her own.
It was, after all, her work as an escort.
Yet, there was that one exception. One woman whom Dinah found herself constantly thinking about, often the subject of her fantasies as she stroked her lengthy cock during her alone time.
One of her regulars, and yes, her favorite.
She had broken the rule that she had made for herself, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to feel guilty about it. But Dinah did try her best not to think about this woman while she was in bed with another.
Dinah moaned and closed her eyes, her right hand drifting underneath the water to grasp her rapidly growing erection. Just thinking of long, tan legs wrapped around her waist and seductive brown orbs was more than enough for her to become aroused.
Curling her fingers around the base, Dinah stroked herself leisurely, covering every inch of her thick shaft. Here she was, masturbating to thoughts of a woman that had caught her attention so quickly, something she hadn't done since she started being an escort.
Camila Cabello. Broadway-loving, musical fanatic Camila Cabello.
There was just something about her that lured Dinah in. For someone small, Camila had a gigantic presence that was impossible to ignore, even in bed. She wasn't dominating, but the way she responded to Dinah's touch and the breathy moaning sounds she made while they rocked their hips together was hard to dismiss.
Camila oozed confidence and sensuality, and what turned Dinah on more than anything was a woman who knew what she wanted and would do everything she can to get it. Dinah groaned, pumping faster, ignoring the sloshing of the water as she jerked off, imagining Camila's warm pussy wrapped tightly around her cock.
She could hear Camila crying out her name, alternately begging to be fucked harder while she squeezed her hot, tight cunt around her cock.
Fuck.
Dinah massaged her balls, head thrown back, images of a naked Camila writhing underneath her pushing her closer to her orgasm. With a loud cry of Camila's name spilling from her lips, Dinah came, thick ropes of her come spurting out into the steadily cooling water that surrounded her naked body.
She held her pulsing cock until it softened in her hand, and she released a satisfied moan as the last waves of her orgasm ebbed away. She then stepped out of the tub and drained the water, patted herself dry, and left the bathroom naked.
The first thing she did when she entered her bedroom was check her phone for messages. There was only one, and it was from Camila. A smile tugged at Dinah's lips as she opened the text and read through it.
Hi, DJ! Are you available tonight? If you are, can I have four hours? ~C
Her thumbs already started typing out a response before she could stop and think about it.
Yes, I'm available and four hours will be no problem. Text me where I'll see you and I'll be on my way. ~D
No sooner than a minute, her phone started to buzz. Dinah read through Camila's new message, lifting an eyebrow in amusement at the choice of location. Followed by a smirk and a dull throb of her shaft.
