Escorts Provide a Different Kind of Breakfast 

Louise woke up that morning in her London apartment feeling a bit flustered. She was having one of the sexiest dreams ever and frankly, she didn’t want it to end she was in what her friends at the agency call escorts paradise. Blinking into full consciousness, she lay there for a while with her cunt still throbbing with need. Her hands went to her panties, the only clothing on her—heck, it was an intense dream to get them this damp. Then she turned to Paul’s spot on the bed and sighed. He had left early again. Last night, their sex was brief and not as satisfying. She loved him, but they were growing apart sexually.

Getting off the bed, she took off her soaked underwear and tossed it aside. After a brief exercise, she headed to the bathroom to wash up, then to the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast. While she was breaking eggs, the doorbell rang. Probably the postman, she mused.

It wasn’t the sight of a short man clutching a large bag with a large smile on his face that greeted her as she opened the door, but that of a tall, middle-aged man with a toned, muscular chocolate skin and a winning smile which brought attention to his exquisitely-chiseled face. At once she recognized him—her husband’s friend from there days at the London school of Economic’s, Chris. His eyes raked around her body and she felt naked at his intense gaze. She wore nothing underneath her robe.

“Morning beautiful,” he said, his smile widening.

“Good morning, Chris. Um,” she hesitated, unsure of how to tell him Paul isn’t home, “Paul left a while ago. I’m sorry. Maybe you could come back another time?” 

Chris chuckled. “That’s not a problem. I just dropped by to get something I need. Did Paul mention any package for me?”

That was when it hit her. There was a package for him. How could she have forgotten?

Ushering him in with a smile, Louise excused herself and hurried to fetch the brown envelope Paul left behind. It was bulky, like there was a lot of cash in it. None of her business. Returning to the living room, she handed the envelope over to Chris. Instead of pocketing it, he dropped it on the table and breezed over to her. Alarm bells rang all over her body as his radiating heat overwhelmed her senses.

“You don’t look too good,” he said, tugging at a strand of her hair. “Are you okay?

“I’m f-fine. D-Do want some coffee?”

It was hard to speak when there was a stud breathing over her.

He smirked. “I won’t mind some breakfast. But it’s not the type you’re thinking about.”

“W-What type?” She closed her eyes as his hand traveled to her cheekbones and his other hand rested on her waist, leaning into his touch.

“The type standing before me looking all flustered.”

Resting his chin on her shoulder, he ran his hand up the side of her face and then angled it to meet his. Her lips came in contact with his, and his tongue found its way into her salivating mouth almost instantly. Their lips massaged each other’s, as the kiss grew deep and passionate. At this moment, all the doubts in her mind had evaporated and were replaced by arousal. Chris’s kiss took her breath away. It was like he knew exactly what horny escorts needed—pleasure.

One of his hands slipped into her robe, caressing her breast. Her nipple hardened as he rolled it between his fingers. She was getting excited, with tingles running through her body. Straddling him, she encouraged him closer. His hands played around her breasts as she took control of the kiss. Her hunger was climbing. 

She leaned back after a while, allowing him to focus on her tits.  His hands moved with purpose, and flutters erupted in her stomach when he introduced his mouth. He licked and sucked her nipples with so much lust she grew damp underneath as a fire raged in her depths. 

His erection pressed against her thighs through the bulge in his pants. She rubbed his crotch and gasped, marveling at the sheer size. Fuck, he was huge. It wasn’t long before the urge to free him from his pants overtook her. 

Undoing the clasps of his belt, she hoisted down both his leather pants and white underwear. His cock bounded out, standing at erection. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, struggling to encircle his girth. She moved her hands around his thick and smooth cock, jerking him off. She wanted to taste him, her tongue salivating at the thought of encircling his pulsating meat and bobbing him till he reached her throat. Without hesitating, she knelt to face his cock.

Holding the base of his cock, her lips ran up and down. His throaty grunts of satisfaction encouraged her further. She took him deeper with every few strokes, her tongue dancing around his tip often. She fixed her gaze in him, enjoying the look of rapture on his face. His mouth was agape as she moved her tongue to his huge balls, licking around each testicle. He wasn’t the only one turned on. She was already soaking.

Louise wanted Chris inside her so she stood, held his hand and led him to a couch. They kissed again, then she pushed him onto the chair. Eyes wide, he lay back chuckling. She smirked. She was going to blow his mind.

Positioning herself on top of him, she angled herself above his cock and lowered herself onto it. Every hair on her body stood at end as his tip met her damp and dripping clit.

Louise gyrated on Chris’s cock which was halfway into her and already filling her up. Her hands clamped around his neck and his went around the small of her back. His cock slid against her wet walls over and over, driving her crazy. Needing to feel more, she picked up the pace of her hips’ movement. She shuddered as a wave of fizzy ripples cascaded down her spine.

Riding Chris harder and faster, Louise jockeyed and whirled with intent. His cock plunged into her over and over, with his stiffness prodding at her cervix with every thrust. He moved his hand to her ass cheeks, encouraged her to take him deeper. She to the subtle request by doing exactly what he wanted—going down with more ferocity until her hips slapped against his..

Aroused beyond control, she kept her eyes on Chris’s as she let the oncoming waves of pleasure take over her. Every sense of hers was heightened. Her toes curled as she hit a new and amazing high. She’d never experienced something like this before.

Panting, she leaned back so Chris had a full view of her tits dripping with sweat and her excited pussy devouring his cock which was already throbbing inside her.

He grinned, licking his lips and mouthing his satisfaction. She maintained that position and grinded further. As she neared the edge, her cunt pulsated. Her climax was within reaching distance. She thrust her hips back and forth, taking all of him in. Her pussy contracted and her juices flowed abundantly. Chris added to the intensity with extra thrusts, with each taking her an inch closer until she almost spilt over. 

A rhythmic and pulsating sensation grew in her core, bursting through her like a surge. She came all over his cock. In response he flipped her over, spread her legs apart and went in deep. Her body was weak from her earlier orgasm, and another was already threatening to erupt.

His thrusts went so deep his balls slapped against her. Guttural groans left his mouth with every strike as he got closer. A few more pumps and he withdrew, erupted. His body stiffened as he shot streams reaching her mid-region, breasts and even her face.

Within seconds, Chris relaxed and his tongue found Louise’s mouth. After a long, deep kiss he sat on the edge of the couch as she had taken up most of the space, sprawled and panting.

“That was fucking awesome. We gotta do this another time,” he said, getting up and grabbing his clothes.

Louise lay there satisfied, relishing in the after-waves. Her mind went back to her steamy dream. Dreams do come true. She got what she wanted.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice low and throaty.