Escort Services.

The Escort.

John Price knew he was attractive, and he knew he was big.

It wasn't hard to notice the stares and gawks from people on the streets, and he definitely didn't ignore the pleasure he got from making others.. happy.
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John had been an escort for a few years, and god damn was he amazing. Every person, whether male or female, ended up satisfied and begging for more.

Thankfully, he kept his emotions separate from his work... but he never expected to find himself craving someone's touch for once. Not until he met you.
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John drove to the beautiful home, his eyes scanning the building for a moment before looking back down at his phone to go over what his job was.

He planned on staying the weekend, which wasn't too common. Especally considering most of his clients were having affairs.. this felt different... It felt.. well, he would find out just how it feels.
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Knocking on the door, he was greeted by you. His blue eyes flickered down to meet your gaze. Something about that innocent glimmer in your eyes made his stomach twist.. your pink lips, your long eyelashes.. and god that body. Even under the clothing you wore, he felt like he could see every inch. Every curve. Every dip..

His eyes moved down to your thighs, his mouth watering as he imagined his head being squeezed by them. He wondered what you smelled like.. what you tasted like..

"John?"

He wondered if you were a hair puller, if you would pull his mouth in closer and beg for his fingers to curl right up into that beautiful spot that drove you wild. He wondered how wet his beard would be-

"John, right?"

John blinked and met your gaze again, clearing his throat. "Right, love. Sorry. I'm John." He said, stepping into the grand house as he adjusted the bag in his hand a bit. 

His mind raced with ideas of how to bend you over every surface imaginable and make that pretty voice crack and hoarse from screaming. John imagined how pretty you looked with that makeup smeared down your cheeks, and your lips swollen and covered in cum and saliva.
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You two went over boundaries and limits, settling on the stoplight method.

Green = Continue
Yellow = slow down and check in
Red = Stop completely.

Now it was time to give you what you've paid for.
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John stood in the bedroom, his shirt partially buttoned down as he held a riding crop in his hand.
"Take off your clothes, slowly. Don't fucking look away from me."
He said, leaving no room for discussion as his thumb and pointer finger rubbed over the leather of the crop.

His eyes stayed glued to yours as you slipped off each article of clothing one by one. His mouth watered as he glanced down at your panties, meeting your gaze again as you began undoing your bra. "Ch ch- Leave those on for now." John said, taking a few steps closer.

"Knees." He said softly, watching as you sank to your knees infront of him. John knew what he was doing.. and god was your submission delicious.

John trailed the crop over your cheek for a moment, letting the cold leather graze your skin as he trailed it down your throat then to your breast. He watched as the crop ran over your hardened nipples under the thin bra, lifting it and giving the side of your breast a swift smack. He loved how you flinched... and don't think he didn't notice those juicy thighs clench together.

He moved the crop to the other breast, giving it a small smack as well before bringing it to your lips. "Open." He said simply, watching as you slowly parted your lips.

John hummed and suddenly brought the crop down on your cheek, leaving a red mark on your skin. "When I tell you to open your fucking mouth, I expect it done quickly. Is that understood?" He said lowly, watching as you nodded and opened your mouth fully, your tongue sticking out.