Dreams of Licking a Fetish Escort

“You’re going to get on your knees, and you’re going to suck my wet cunt, Harry.”

Harry was too stunned to utter a word. He stood still, wide-eyed. Silence hung heavy between them, punctured by the sounds of his heavy breathing.

What the actual fuck?

He studied the girl before him. She had clear, blue eyes, perfect lips, a plump chin and a round face. She had glasses on, and it only heightened her appeal. She was chubby and busty, a fact the red sweater she wore did little to hide. She wore a short white skirt, exposing thick sexy thighs. Her body reminded Harry of the fetish escorts he had been lusting over online.

“What the fuck? I walk in here and catch you jerking off, and I’m supposed to help you finish?” Harry queried, breaking the silence.

The girl’s blue eyes were fixed on him. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, but he made no move to wipe them off. It was a cold night in London, and the college was on a high elevation, yet he was sweating.

It was late. He had come to pick up notes he had forgotten in class when a glimmer of light from a small, unused lecture room caught his attention.

Why did he have to walk into this girl getting off? And why did his heart race, like he was the guilty one?

His best pal was right. Sneaking in to get his notes in the middle of the night because he needed to study wasn’t a good idea.

“Suck my cunt, and I’ll do the same to your –” she paused, pointing to the bulge in his jean pants.

Ah, fuck. A boner.

Harry swallowed. Tina was the girl with the chirpy south London accent who always sat across him during lectures, and she’d caught him stealing glances at her too many times. Now she wanted him to suck her cunt. Harry could hardly wrap his head around it.

“Um, alright, I guess?”

Tina reached beneath her skirt and pulled down her soaked panties. She tossed them aside. Leaning against a desk, she spread her legs.

The sight of her dripping pussy sent Harry’s mind spinning like a roller coaster. His mouth fell open. He wanted to be her sex slave and her his Mistress from galleries of the many  BDSM escorts websites he had been secretly viewing

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

Tina’s prompting jolted Harry out of his reverie. He leaned to her waiting cunt, and her scent hit his nostrils. Gently, he brought a thumb to her pussy. He stroked her, brushing through her clit. She flinched, causing Harry to pause.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Please, continue,” she said.

He leaned down to kiss her on her left inner thigh, right next to her pussy. Her skin was soft and smooth, and the scent he’d perceived earlier became stronger as he was near her cunt.

He placed his mouth on her pussy, and kissed it. He ran his finger between the opening of her pussy, teasing across her clit. He glanced at Tina. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were open, emitting breathy moans.

He probed her cunt with his tongue, and she bucked beneath him. Encouraged, he sucked Tina’s pussy lips and lapped more of her juices. She released a heavy sigh, and her fingers ran through his hair, pushing him further, egging him on.

Harry, with two fingers, parted the opening of Tina’s cunt and licked between her inner lips. He moved his head, running his tongue down further. He thrust inside her, pausing, and savouring the warmth of her inner walls. Then, he brought his tongue back out, his mouth on her clit again. She rocked her hips, matching the strokes of his tongue, as he moved his lips back and forth.

“You’re being really thorough,” Tina said breathlessly.

Harry pulled his head away to respond.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s great,” she replied in a breathy whisper.

He continued sucking on her clit, hand on her thigh. Taking a shuddering breath, Tina bucked on the desk. Harry held Tina’s hips in place. He didn’t stop. She moaned, pulling on his hair and begging him not to stop. He increased his pace. Tina trembled.

“Fuck, that’s so good! I can’t stand it! I’m going to come!”

Harry’s face pressed into her pussy. She thrust her hips further and began to squirt, releasing her juices into his waiting mouth.

Tina lay back on the desk, her breasts heaving up and down.

“You okay?” Harry asked.

She gave a tired nod.

“You’ve got no idea how good you taste,” he said, licking his lips.

“And you have no idea how good that felt,” she replied. “It’s your turn. Just let me get my strength back. I’m tingling all over.”

Harry chuckled, shifting from foot to foot.

She took a soft but deep breath after some moments and dropped to her knees to face the bulge in his pants.

“These will have to come off,” she said, undoing the buckle of his belt and unclipping the stud on his jeans. She slid his jeans and underpants down his legs. His cock stood erect, facing her.

Wrapping his cock with her right hand, she stroked him at a slow pace. Lowering her head to his cock, her tongue darted out, licking the sensitive head. He grunted, shivering. After teasing him for a while, she put her lips over his erect cock and began to suck on it just the way you would expect a professional London escort to do it.

She paused after a while. “How’s it feel?”

“Good. Almost too good,” he answered, his voice quivering a little.

Tina smiled and took Harry’s cock into her mouth again, moving her head forward and back. She gripped the base of his cock, fondling his balls with her other hand.

Harry trembled at the movement of Tina’s lips. Tingles ran through his skin, and with every slide of her tongue on him, he came closer to the edge. By now, she had already taken half his length in her mouth. She moved quickly, taking Harry in deeper every time her head moved forward.

For Harry, the familiar sensations of climax were getting stronger. This time, however, was different, as he wasn’t in control of the whole thing, unlike when he jerked himself off.

“Tina,” he said, his voice strained and higher than normal, “Tina, I think I’m gonna come soon.”

Tina kept her mouth on his cock. She held his hips, leading him further until she had taken his entire cock deep. She gagged, pausing, then resumed her motion.

Harry swung his hips, his cock reaching the base of her throat. He groaned as his body grew taut. A tidal wave of pleasure washed over him, and he let himself be swept away. His cock twitched. He climaxed harder than ever before, releasing wads of cum into Tina’s mouth and down her throat.

She stood, wiping her mouth. Harry’s legs wobbling, he leaned against a desk. He remained still, breathing hard, regaining control of his senses.

“Umm, mission successful, yeah?” he said.

Tina grabbed her previously discarded underwear and tossed it into her bag. She straightened her clothes. Once done, she walked over to Harry.

“Mission successful indeed. And as time goes on, I’ll be sending you on more missions, soldier,” she replied, winking. “Up for another late night rendezvous?”

Harry’s chest puffed up. Grinning, he gave Tina a thumbs-up.

“I’m always available for that.”