Summary:
G!P Lauren is an escort, and Camila is her favorite client. And with Camila , Lauren can't seem to stop breaking the rules she set for herself.
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For all her five years of working as an escort, Lauren 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, Lauren 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 Lauren 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 Lauren did try her best not to think about this woman while she was in bed with another.
Lauren 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, Lauren 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 Lauren 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 Lauren'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 Lauren on more than anything was a woman who knew what she wanted and would do everything she can to get it. Lauren 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.
Lauren 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, Lauren 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 Lauren's lips as she opened the text and read through it.
Hi, Laur! 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. ~L
No sooner than a minute, her phone started to buzz. Lauren 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.
Interesting, she thought, as she got dressed.
It looks like they were going to have a fun time tonight.
Lauren headed straight to the room Camila had gotten, and what greeted her as soon as the door opened was one made for anyone's wet dreams. No, Camila was not naked, but almost there. She wore a silk green robe, tied loosely around her waist and flowing smoothly against her skin.
The swells of her breasts peeked out from underneath, as did a hint of the flat plane of her stomach. Lauren made a strangled noise of appreciation, and Camila smirked knowingly as she pulled the raven haired girl inside the room.
The interior was quite spacious, and in the middle sat a king-sized bed covered in pink sheets, the metal posts perfect for a person to be bound to. And directly above the bed, was a full-sized mirror stuck on the ceiling. At the foot of the bed, there was another large mirror, placed beside the flat-screen TV.
Warm orange lights were placed over the room, giving off a sensual ambiance that made Lauren wanted to throw Camila onto the bed and fuck her nonstop for all four hours. Maybe more, should Camila ask for an extension.
A sex-themed hotel.
Camila was simply full of surprises. Lauren turned around and yanked the smaller girl towards her, breathing hotly into her ear. Moaning softly, Camila melted into Lauren's arms, shuddering in anticipation.
As much as Lauren wanted to have her way with Camila , she couldn't forget that they were conducting business. And as such, Camila's wants and needs in bed came first.
"What do you want me to do?" Lauren husked, sliding her right hand down the silky material that barely covered Camila's nudity. Finding her ass, she groped, drawing out a breathy moan.
Camila released a shaky breath, trailing the length of the sleeves of Lauren's dress shirt with the tip of her index finger. Her brown eyes smoldered, liquid pools of sex that called out to Lauren, begging for a good fuck.
It was the same look Camila had the first time Lauren saw her. A different place, yet the same expression, if not more intense.
Four months.
Four months since they first met, and Camila was still finding new ways to surprise Lauren. For someone who can project the picture of innocence, Camila had a wild side to her when it came to activities in the bedroom.
Lauren just loved making her scream.
She was hooked.
"What do you want to do to me?" Camila asked, catching Lauren off guard.
Lauren stared at Camila , her cock springing to life as she thought of Camila sprawled naked on the sheets, her legs spread wide open while she took all of her prick inside her pussy. Camila propped on all fours, Lauren watching her debauched expression in the mirror while she rode the brunette from behind. Moaning, thrashing, screaming.
Her body buzzed with excitement, and Lauren was fighting hard not to lose control over her desires. Fuck, there were so many things she wanted to do to Camila that it was difficult to choose.
Still, she shouldn't. Her job wasn't about her pleasure, it was all about the women who came to her for satisfaction.
"I-" Lauren cut herself off and shook her head, torn and guilty about the filthy images running inside her head.
Camila cupped her cheeks, pressing herself more firmly against Lauren . "Do whatever you want with me, Laur. I want you to have your way with me."
Lauren's eyes darted to the mirror at the foot of the bed. She swallowed and nodded. Pleased with herself, Camila smiled and stepped back. Lauren felt the overwhelming sense of loss as Camila pulled away from the tight embrace, but managed to keep herself together.
What had Camila done to her?
Batting her eyelashes seductively, Camila undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Lauren's pants tightened at the sight of Camila standing naked before her, confident in her stance. A picture of sex.
Lauren stepped forward, drinking in the glorious view. And, in one swift motion, she pulled Camila into her arms again and crushed their lips together, kissing her hungrily. Lauren lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed, the pressure in her pants becoming more unbearable by the second.
Camila was responsive, making noises of approval as Lauren touched her everywhere, her sex hot and wet to the touch.
Then she remembered the mirror. Lauren stopped kissing Camila and scrambled to sit against the metal posts of the bed. She spread her legs and patted the space in between, and Camila followed suit, leaning back against Lauren's front.
Lauren looked in the mirror and split Camila's knees apart, exposing her pink folds. Camila trembled, as Lauren scraped her inner thighs with her blunt fingernails, careful not to touch her throbbing cunt.
Cupping one breast, Lauren purred in Camila's ear, "Look at the mirror Camz."
Camila obeyed, and Lauren rested her chin on the crook of her shoulder, smiling at the debauched expression on Camila's face. She heard her breathing rise rapidly, and Lauren felt that she was getting excited.
"Kinky, aren't we? So you like seeing yourself naked and spread open like this?" Lauren husked, watching Camila's eyes flicker up and down, a deep blush coating her cheeks as her gaze dropped down to her dripping pussy. "You dirty girl..."
Lauren grinned, brushing her lips against Camila's neck, sliding her hands down her thighs. She planted kisses all over Camila's neck and shoulders, her thumbs working to pry her soft pussy lips open. Camila whimpered, unable to tear her eyes away from her reflection.
"Are you sure you want me to do what I want?" Lauren murmured.
Throat bobbing, Camila nodded, her eyes locking with Lauren's in the mirror. Lauren chuckled and dipped a finger inside Camila's tight hole. The girl gasped audibly, and Lauren groaned as her walls collapsed to give way to the intrusion.
Slick, wet, and hot like silky velvet. That's what Camila's pussy felt like, and why Lauren enjoyed it so much.
Lauren wiggled her come-slicked finger and drew out, then traced Camila's lips with it. Without being asked to do so, Camila parted her lips and sucked her heady arousal off of Lauren's digit, her tongue swirling back and forth on its length.
"Wow, you really are dirty, aren't you? Licking off your own come..." Lauren laughed and gave Camila's dripping pussy a light spank.
Squealing in delight, Camila bucked her hips, slick come trickling down her hole and dripping down on the sheets. Shifting her weight to the right side of her body, Lauren reached for the drawer beside the bed and opened the one labeled 'dildos'. She pulled out a thick, ribbed, bright pink one and showed it to Camila , then pointed it towards her sopping sex.
In response, Camila simply spread her legs wider. Lauren smirked, emerald eyes twinkling in mischief as she ran the head of the dildo over the length of Camila's slit. Throwing her head back, Camila let out a pleasured moan, her pussy tingling with each brush of the silicone over her soft flesh.
Lauren pressed the tip against Camila's exposed clit, earning a jerk of the hips and a breathy gasp. Whimpering, Camila clenched the sheets, beads of sweat trickling down her chest, sliding down the valley between her plush tits.
"Look," Lauren commanded, slapping the dildo against Camila's cunt to get her attention.
The small latina whined and followed Lauren's command. Back and forth, Lauren ran the silicone all over Camila's slicked-up snatch, until the brunette was a quivering mess, quiet pleads spilling out of her lips.
Without warning, Lauren plunged the toy inside Camila's soaked sex. Keeping her eyes locked on the mirror, Lauren drove the dildo further inside, watching it disappear inside Camila's cunt through the reflection. She pressed her cock against Camila's ass, panting hotly as she watched the lewd sight of her sopping pussy being split open by the silicone.
Camila arched her back, loudly crying out Lauren's name. It was fucking hot, watching Camila's blissed-out expression through the glass, her naked body presented in plain sight of Lauren's hungry eyes.
"Ah! Yes! So good! Laur!" Rachel chanted, the wet squelching sounds of her soaking snatch driving Lauren insane with wild lust.
Lauren didn't dare look away. The image was forever burned in the back of her mind, of Camila desperately humping the toy in her wanton need. Lauren gasped, plunging the dildo in and out of Camila's cunt at a rapid pace, circling and grinding her hips to push her clothed cock against Camila's ass.
Her cock swelled and pulsed, until she exploded in her pants, causing her to stop. Camila sobbed, slapped Lauren's hand away, and continued the deed herself. Lauren watched, mesmerized, as Camila watched herself masturbating.
"Oh my god!" Camila wailed and tumbled over the edge, squirting all over the toy and soaking it in her come, along with the sheets.
Lauren stripped as quickly as she could, ignoring the stickiness of her come that spilled on her boxers. No other woman has ever made her lose control like this, and the fact that Camila surrendered all control to her? You certainly can't blame her for saying that Camila was her favorite among everyone else.
She couldn't care less anymore, just as long as she wasn't subpar with her other clients.
Camila just brought out the animal in her in ways that no one else ever could.
Lauren rolled Camila onto her back and pressed their chests together, sliding her stiff cock all the way inside Camila's dripping pussy. She groaned, relishing in the heat of her cunt.
Nuzzling Camila's soft cheek with her nose, Lauren moaned and started pounding away, her pelvis smacking Camila's hips. Loud cries echoed across the room, enhancing Lauren's arousal and desperate need to fuck Camila deeply into the mattress.
Another thing Lauren loved about Camila ?
She was a screamer, always voicing out her pleasure that it stroked Lauren's ego.
Camila moaned and writhed, her body humming underneath Lauren's. Her hands ran across Camila's well-toned back, legs locked around her waist as she rocked up into Lauren. Her skin was warm to the touch, the air hot and thick from their frenzied coupling.
And fuck, her pussy. Swallowing her thick cock and squeezing it like there was no tomorrow, greedy to be filled with Lauren's warm semen.
Lauren hissed in pain as she felt Camila's nails digging into her back, and as she tilted her head back, she found Camila staring up at the ceiling, her pupils completely blown and her jaw hanging slack in sheer bliss.
Craning her neck, she glanced up, now realizing what Camila was staring at. Her naked and sweaty back, the way her hips pistoned back and forth to plunge her rigid cock inside Camila's tight heat.
Camila clenched around Lauren's shaft, bringing her back to her senses.
"Harder! Fuck me, Laur!" Camila gasped, her heels digging into Lauren's spine. "My pussy wants your dick so bad, daddy!"
That really got Lauren going.
Sucking in a deep breath, Lauren slammed her hips forward, tearing an ecstatic scream from Camila's throat. "You like my dick that much, huh? Does your pussy feel good, being fucked like this?" Lauren growled, roughly shoving forward.
Nodding vigorously, Camila gripped Lauren's shoulders, struggling to keep her eyes open. Lauren fucked Camila for all she was worth, the bulbous head of her prick hitting the innermost parts of Camila's greedy pussy. Jaw clenched tight, Lauren tried not to focus on the heat of Camila's cunt engulfing her cock and thrust away.
Camila cried sharply, the shockwaves of her orgasm rippling through her ravished body. And then Lauren allowed herself to tumble along, her cock pulsing as she released rope after rope of her hot semen deep inside Camila's soaking, grasping pussy.
"Get on your hands and knees and face the mirror. I want to fuck your sweet, hot pussy from behind," Lauren said, her voice low and gravelly from want.
Camila did as she was told and Lauren kneeled behind her, groaning at the sight of her thick come trickling out of Camila's hole. Grasping Camila's waist, Lauren buried herself inside, moaning as her thick cock was engulfed in the delicious heat of the small woman's cunt again.
God, Lauren could never get enough of that.
Again, she watched. Camila had her eyes closed, lips parted in heavy pants as she took all of Lauren's greedy cock. Her long, chocolate hair cascaded past her shoulders, blocking her breasts from Lauren's line of sight.
It was downright dirty, and Lauren was loving every second of it.
She molded her front against Camila's back, nibbling on her earlobe, dropping her hips down on Camila's ass. She could feel her walls fluttering around her shaft, clenching and flexing uncontrollably.
"Whose pussy is this?" Lauren growled possessively, plowing harder, deeper, until Camila was a moaning, screaming mess. She pushed back against Lauren , fists tight around the sheets, wailing and gasping and sobbing.
"Your pussy, daddy! All yours," Camila chanted, her arms quivering, struggling to keep her from slumping forward.
"Good girl," Lauren gritted out, hugging Camila close and palming at her tits, spilling her seed inside Camila's quivering pussy for the second time that night.
"Yes," Camila moaned, tightening her walls, keeping Lauren's cock inside. "Give your naughty pussy your come."
Shuddering, Lauren reached around Canada and pinched her clit, making the brunette gush come all over her shaft. Lauren breathed raggedly and buried her nose in Camila's hair, unwilling to slip out just yet.
She didn't want to leave, just wanted to be buried inside the girl forever.
Camila slumped forward, and so did Lauren . She kissed the nape of Camila's neck and brushed her hair aside so that she could plant another on her flushed cheek.
"Do we still have time?" Can't asked, softly, and Lauren grunted.
"I don't know," Lauren said dismissively, uncaring that this was supposed to be just business. Meet, fuck, collect the money, and then leave. That was how it was supposed to be. But Lauren couldn't resist Camila . "Why did you set this up, by the way?"
"I wanted to show how much I appreciate you. You've been so good to me, you know? The sex is so amazing," Camila blushed, smiling bashfully.
It was as if they hadn't been fucking a few minutes ago, with the way Camila was smiling shyly and nervously picking at the rumpled sheets. Like they haven't been meeting in hotel rooms for the past four months to fuck like animals.
Breath catching in her throat, Lauren mumbled, "Well, it's my job to make sure you get the pleasure you deserve."
Camila shook her head and wriggled her body. Reluctantly, Lauren pulled out and lied down on her back, Camila curling up against her. Sighing, Camila rested her head on Lauren's chest, palm flat on the older latina's stomach.
"I know, but it's not just that. I like talking to you," Camila shrugged, the ends of her hair tickling Lauren's skin. "Do you remember our first time?"
Lauren nodded. How could she forget? She'd made Camila come many times while restraining herself from following suit, and though Camila lay limp by the end of their session, she persuaded Lauren not to leave until she was also satisfied.
It was strange, having a client ask for an extension just so they could reciprocate. But that was one of the reasons why she'd barely been able to get Camila out of her head. Strong, fiery, competitive, but also one of the kindest people Lauren had met.
Maybe it shouldn't really come across as a surprise as to why she liked spending time with Camila so much. The mind-blowing sex wasn't the only reason, though that played a hand as well.
"You're very unique," Lauren murmured and wrapped an arm around Camila's shoulder.
Smiling fondly, Camila touched Lauren's cheek and kissed the corner of her mouth.
So yes, Lauren was breaking all the rules that was common among escorts. They shouldn't be this intimate, shouldn't be cuddling and talking like they've known each other all their lives.
Then her phone started to buzz, breaking the bubble that they were comfortably encased in. Camila shied away from Lauren, masking her disappointment with a strained smile. But it was too late for her, for the both of them. All those nights of breaking the rules, even going so far as talking about their personal lives, staying in and sleeping in with Camila when she wasn't needed by anyone else...
Lauren should have seen this coming.
Fuck it, she told herself. Might as well break that final rule.
She switched off her phone and tossed it aside, then climbed back into bed. Camila sniffed, and in all honesty, it shouldn't have affected Lauren as much as it did.
It wasn't supposed to be hard for her to leave after the agreed amount of time was finished.
She should have read the text, put on her clothes and left after bidding Camila goodbye so that she could go home and freshen up before meeting the next client.
Lauren tucked her chin against Camila's shoulder and wrapped her arms securely around her waist. Camila tensed for a moment, only relaxing when she realized that Lauren wasn't hugging her goodbye.
"We have time," Lauren whispered, pressing her lips to the side of Camila's head. "Lots of it."
As an acknowledgement, Camila placed her hand on top of Lauren's , touching her knuckles with the pads of her fingertips.
Lauren couldn't seem to keep all of the rules when it came to Camila . In so many ways, Camila was quite unique. Which was why Lauren can't remain neutral when Camila crossed her mind.
As far as things went, she didn't care about the rules whenever she was alone with Camila .
And she didn't regret any of it.
