*This story is the result of a long term roleplay exchange through* r/dirtypenpals
*It features Mathis (u/lmczpn) in first person ordering and enjoying a prostitute, Katherina (u/aurora_w), who is competent and experienced in the anal arts, but touches on some other kinks along the way*
***Katherina:***
At first your touch produces an enjoyable moan, but as you begin putting pressure on the kinks it quickly turns to winces and grunts of pain, so you try to be a bit gentler.
“Yes… right here” she often will guide you to the sore spots.
You lose yourself in kneading her soft flesh, sitting on her thighs and buttocks so you are surprised when you hear the doorbell ring.
***Mathis:***
I´m pulled from my reverie by the ringing of the doorbell, I had almost forgotten that we had ordered food, I was so focused on giving an enjoyable massage.
I get up from the couch, and set my bathrobe right again. I grab my wallet from the kitchen counter and proceed to the door. We exchange money against a plastic bag with our food in it and the delivery guy wishes me a good night before I close the door. If only he knew. It would be the night of my life.
“Want to eat on the couch or should we sit down?” I ask as I put our food on the table by the couch. My living area is one large room, containing the kitchen, the living room and a somewhat separated area with a proper dining room table and six chairs arrayed around it.
***Katherina:***
“What works best for you” Katherina answers, climbing up from the couch and putting on the bathrobe again.
She empties the glass of water, while approaching the white plastic bag.
“Smells wonderful! Where do you keep your bowls and cutlery? Spoon or fork?” she asks as goes to the kitchen.
With the robe on, it is easy to miss her somewhat awkward walk, her slightly wider gait of small steps.
You unpack the food from the bag and place everything on the table. Next to the couch.
“Bowls are in the upper cupboards to the right, cutlery is just below.. A fork should do it for me. But you don’t have to get it, I can do it, just sit down.
***Mathis:***
The couch would probably be the most comfortable, but I also associate it with all our fluids over it by now. I grab the bag and place it on the dining room table. “Let´s go with the dining room table. Here sit down.” I direct while pulling out a chair for Kathrina. She sits down in the offered chair and I walk over to the kitchen to grab our eating utensils.
I return and place them first in front of her, then directly besides her for me. While I place everything down on the table, Katherina has pulled out our food and is distributing it into our bowls.
I sit down next to her after we are both done with our part. “Want to do a table prayer, asking for our sinful acts to be forgiven?” I joke with a playful smile, reminiscing about what we did since she first arrived at my door.
***Katherina:***
She chuckles: “Nope”
“How about you, feeling the need for confession? You know I can’t get you absolution, right?
Again the coquettish smile and the sparkle in her eyes, as she looks at you.
“I am afraid that I am already far beyond saving, when it comes to church matters. They would probably have burned me three hundred years ago.
But you… are you married?”
***Mathis:***
I laugh. “No, if I were married I wouldn´t have hired you. I´m not into cheating. You would be seriously tempting me though.” I tease back.
“Are you married?” I can´t help but ask. I don´t necessary want to be disillusioned and something about the unknown regarding Katharina has a certain charm, but now I´m a little curious after her question.
While waiting for her answer I get my first bite of food. The duck with fried rice provides some much needed sustenance.
***Katherina:***
Katherina, just shakes her head as her mouth is currently full with some piece of chicken and rice.
After having swallowed she goes on. “No, escorts aren’t marriage material. I only know one of my colleagues who is married, and I think that is only because she found a guy getting off on the knowledge of her having sex for money.
Most men can’t deal with that. Some say they do, and maybe even that’ll work for a short time, but in the end it doesn’t work out.”
Katherina takes the glass of wine.
“Thanks again for ordering that.”
When I was young we would sometimes go to one f those Chinese restaurants as a special treat on Sunday, when my mum didn’t want to cook or we were celebrating something.
And there we’d always get some hot plum wine along with the desert. And even though I was not even 14, I also was allowed to drink the small shot glass when of course otherwise alcohol was a no go. No beer, wine and of course no vodka. But every now and then a shot of hot plum wine. Since then it has become ..something special.”
She hesitates.
“Don’t look at me like that! I know it’s stupidly nostalgic.”
She moves the glass under her nose, closes her eyes, takes in the smell and smiles, before taking a sip.
***Mathis:***
“Oh not at all.” I assure her. “Don´t worry about it. Want me to warm it up for you?” I ask as I continue eating my food and taking a sip from my glass.
“For dessert I could offer you some ice. I have chocolate, vanilla and walnut. I have the walnut for similar nostalgic reasons. It´s my mother’s favourite. I don´t even eat it myself. It´s stocked just if she comes to visit.”
***Katherina:***
“Well perhaps a couple of second in the microwave would be great.” Katherina says.
But she says no to the offer of ice-cream.
“I already getting full” she says having eaten perhaps half of the sizable portion.
You heat the plum wine for 20 seconds in the Microwave give it back to her.
She takes a sip and smiles “ Thank you”.
“So… you’re not married, do you have a girlfriend, perhaps long distance?”
***Mathis:***
I´m curious about her interrogating me like that, but I don´t mention it. “No nothing of the sort, I wouldn´t cheat, be it with a girlfriend or wife. I´m single and enjoying it at the moment as you can attest to.” I answer with a wink, letting my eyes travel to her sizable bust, even though the bathrobe is doing a good job of hiding it.
I seem to be a faster eater than Katharina seeing as I have already finished my portion and am now only sipping on my alcohol.
***Katherina:***
So, how come you’re single?
“You’re not bad looking, have a …decent cock” she winks at you emphasizing the understatement “you know how to use it, have a nice place”, she looks around the living area, “you give a good massage, have ice cream and are willing to heat a girls plum wine…
How come you’re single? You some sort of workaholic?”
She then catches herself. “Sorry, don’t … ignore that. Not my place to ask.”
She gives you a tight lipped smile, before finishing the glass of plum wine and getting up.
“Don´t worry you are free to ask anything and if there´s anything I don´t want to talk about I´ll tell you.” I try to assure her, I was enjoying our little Q&A.
***Mathis:***
I think at the moment, I´m not in the mood to be too considerate of others, so I´m not really even looking for a girl friend. I´m free to do whatever I want, whenever I want. I know me well enough that that would change with another person in my life. I would be considerate of what they wanted to do, would be accommodating and would like to please them. And I honestly don´t feel like being all those things at the moment. Maybe the right person will change my mind.” I monologue. If Katherina was looking for answers, I was going to give them to her.
As she gets up I do the same and walk us over to the couch, turning on some relaxing music and bringing up a picture of a bonfire on the TV.
***Katherina:***
Katherina just nods at your explanation.
As you walk over to the couch, she doesn’t sit down.
“Listen, I really have to the bathroom right now. I would also reapply some make up if that is ok with you.
You fine with me being a way for some minutes?
You can look some more at the stuff in the cases if you like, maybe you’ll find something interesting.”
You think about telling her, that she looks fine as she is, but then again, she also looked really nice with some make up. And apparently she wants to put some on, so you nod.
She quickly moves to where she left her handbag, gets some small items and goes to the pelicases, also rummaging in one and then the other, before she leaves for the bathroom.
***Mathis:***
I don´t feel the particular need to look through the Pelicase, my mind is pretty much settled on trying out the sybian on her. So instead I just lie down on the couch and wait for her to return. I grab my phone and surf a little. While doing so I spot the lovesense app I have still on my phone. I´m not sure if we would use it this night, but it didn´t hurt to keep it for now.
***Katherina:***
About a quarter of an hour later she comes back. You don’t hear the typical sound of naked feet on your floor.
As she enters your view, you notice that she indeed has again applied some make up, mascara, eyeliner and also something for her eyebrows plus probably some rouge, but you’re not an expert on what women put on their faces.
She has also rearranged her hair a bit, still showing off the wet look but more organized than before.
Lastly you notice her lower calves beneath the white bathroom robe are covered in black nylons.
“Now, Mr I-do-not-feel-like-pleasing-others-at-the-moment, I on the other hand am here to please you… Now what would you like to do, or like me to do to you?”
You don’t know what it is, but, she definitely seem to have regained some of her energy.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/d5mb0m/one_night_with_katherina_part_18