I’d been single for about four months and just started to get out of my funk when a friend told me the best way to get over someone was to get underneath someone else.
I’d been in this relationship so long, I had no understanding of the new dating apps, but I figured them out and downloaded a few. But as I combed through the photos, I felt tremendous sadness.
I couldn’t get over the breakup. Every woman looked like Angela. Everyone smiled like Angela. I couldn’t do it.
That’s when someone told me to hire a high end escort and explain the situation as clearly as possible. The point of an escort wasn’t just for sex. The point was to get out and have a wild night.
So, I went online and I found an escort who looked nothing like Angela. I found Samantha, an Asian woman, possibly Korean, with a small but nice body and messaged her.
After the end of my email, I realized I sounded like a hot mess. But Sam would understand, right? That was her job.
Her response was painfully clear. “I’m going to help you,” she said. And here, people think prostitutes are sleazy. She asked for my budget, citing that things could get pretty costly, but she assured me, it’d be worth it.
Sam showed up at my house the next night in a bright yellow Lamborghini and shouted, “Get in!” I tossed my very small bag into the very small trunk next to her very small bag, and hopped in the passenger’s seat. We were off.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’ll take care of all of that.”
After a while, we hit a long, open stretch of road.
“I’m horny,” she said. “Take the wheel.”
I reached over and grabbed the steering wheel. She shuffled her panties to the side and started fingering herself, moaning and arching back in the small seat, her hair dancing around her face. I held onto the steering wheel, keeping the car steady. She pulled her top down, exposing her small B cup breasts, her brown nipples rock hard.
“I’m gonna cum,” she announced. “Oh Jesus, I’m cumming!”
Sam brought herself to orgasm, slamming on the accelerator, pushing us from 65 mph to about 105 mph in seconds, shoving us back into our seats. I tried to keep the car steady, but was obviously distracted.
“Okay,” she said, grabbing the steering wheel with her left hand. “Okay … good job, co-pilot.”
“Thanks,” I said with a chuckle.
She held her hand out and I licked her fingers, tasting her. Sam pulled over and stopped the car.
“Let’s switch. You drive.”
I hopped down and got into the driver’s seat of this beautiful machine, hooked my seatbelt and we were off. Sam smiled at me.
I kept waiting for her to mention my letter, but focusing on the past wasn’t her goal. Her goal was to break the cycle of depression and misery and give me a literal jumpstart into the future.
“Unhook your pants, please,” she said.
Within seconds, my hard cock popped out of my jeans.
“Oh,” Sam said. “Well, hello big fella.”
She was such a nerd, giggling and blushing as she reached over and took my cock in her hand.
She sucked my cock while I flew down the highway, gagging, spitting and jerking the entire time. I could feel the back of her throat.
“Urgh,” she said as she hit a gag reflex. “Big cock,” she said as she returned to work, drooling all over me.
“I’m gonna cum,” I announced.
She took me down her throat and bobbed her head up and down until I exploded in her mouth. I hadn’t gotten off in quite a while—I guess I should have warned her of this. I shot such a heavy load into her throat that some of it ran out of her cheeks. She gulped it down and licked the remainder that had spilled out off my shaft.
“Okay,” she said as she settled into her seat and I tucked my cock away and zipped up. “You’re going to look for exit 47.”
I pulled into the right lane and after a few minutes, exit 47 approached.
“Turn right up here.”
I turned right and took what felt like a dirt road up a long hill until, to my surprise, we arrived at the most beautiful hotel I’d ever seen, tucked into the mountains, all lit up.
“Shit,” I said.
“Told you it’d be worth it.”
A valet took the car and we headed inside to check in.
“I see you’re with us for two nights,” the concierge said, handing us our room keys.
When we got into our room, Samantha undressed, casually, like we’d been together for years. She yawned and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole to me as she stretched and touched her toes.
“Hungry?” She asked.
I nodded. She grabbed a menu and flipped through it and picked up the phone.
“Hi, we’d like to order some food. Could you send up the Ossetra caviar … uhhh, hey, you like lobster?”
I nodded.
“The lobster and the 8 ounce Waygu strip. Oh, and some champagne. Thanks!”
She hung up and turned to me and said, “We have an hour. Shower?”
“Sure,” I said.
I undressed and noticed Sam glancing at me. I wasn’t the prettiest, but all of this depression had caused me to drop a bit of weight and for the first time in years, I had abs. I caught her biting her bottom lip, which I was sure was part of her gimmick, but it didn’t matter.
We headed into the exquisite marble shower and she turned it on.
“Any kinks I should know about?” She asked.
“Oh, I donno,” I said.
“I have a few,” she said. “I’ll share mine if you share yours.”
“Okay,” I nodded.
“I … like ass play,” she said, giggling again. “And … I don’t mean on myself.”
I stood up tall and cracked a grin.
“You wanna stick stuff up my butt?”
She giggled again, looking away.
“I don’t know. I mean, yeah. Like, a finger. Nothing scary.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Oooh,” she said. “If you’re open to that, you’ve probably got some fucked up fetishes.”
I laughed.
“Not really. Just … well, piss. I think piss is sexy.”
“Oh? I’m glad you said something because I’ve been holding in a full bladder since I picked you up! Let’s go. On your knees, playboy.”
She plugged her phone into some sort of speaker set up and put on a playlist.
I stepped into the giant, glass encased shower and got on my knees. Sam approached. She had a small bush, neatly trimmed, and beautiful pussy lips. She hoisted a leg up onto the marble seat in the shower and put her right leg on it.
“Open up, mama’s gotta piss,” she said.
I leaned back and started to stroke my hard cock while Sam unleashed a stream of crystal clear piss all over me.
“Oh, you’re a thirsty boy,” she said, aiming for my open mouth. I gulped some down and, as she finished, I pulled her close and buried my face in her cunt, eating her, licking her. Tasting every bit of her.
“You’re fucking delicious,” I said. “Bend over,” I said.
Sam and I switched places and I leaned down, pressing my tongue into her asshole, licking her tight little hole. I tongued her thighs, her cheeks, her pussy. I fingered her. I pressed myself into her, burying every inch of my cock deep inside of her.
“God,” she grunted. “Fuck me hard.”
As the water beat down on us, Madness by Muse began to play.
“Deeper, baby. Fuck my cunt!”
I slid a finger inside of her asshole and pushed it deep inside.
“Let me taste,” She begged.
I pulled my finger from her asshole and held it out in front of her. She sucked my finger and then, while I was still inside of her, I fishhooked her cheek from behind and held it there while she moaned.
“God, you fuck like a Greek God!” She screamed as her knees went weak.
I wasn’t particularly big, but in comparison to the petit, short Samantha, I guess I did have a big cock.
“Fuck my butt!” She screamed as her fingers found her clit and she began to masturbate.
I pulled my dripping wet cock from her tight cunt and pressed it against her asshole. She pushed, assisting in opening her asshole, and soon, my cock was plunged inside of her.
“Oh, oh Jesus. Stretch it. Stretch my asshole!”
I pushed my cock all the way inside of her and pressed firmly.
“I’m gonna cum!” She moaned as she masturbated, her anus tightening around me. “Cum with me!”
I pumped harder, faster. She slapped her right hand onto the marble walls, bracing for impact as we both inched closer and closer to orgasm.
Soon, I was filling her asshole with a torrent of jizz.
“Ooooh baby, I can feel it sloshing around!” Sam said as she squatted down over the drain and squirted my cum out of her asshole. I watched.
“Oh, sorry. Let me clean you up.”
Sam reached over and started to suck my cock until I went flaccid.
“Good boy,” she said as she stood up and handed me the bar of soap and a wash cloth. “Wash my back?”
I pressed myself against her and bathed her as “Psycho” by Muse played.
We dried off and collapsed onto the king sized bed, laughing in our fancy hotel robes. She clicked on the TV and we snuggled up on each other until the room service arrived.
“What do you wanna do tomorrow?” She asked with a wink.
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I could really feel myself there. The immersion was excellent!