The Girls I’ve Seen – The Second Girl [MF]

The Girls I’ve Seen – The First Girl [MF] from gonewildstories

Not every girl you see is the same. Like any job (and that’s what sex work is), you meet people of different experience levels. Sex is a skill, and it needs to be practiced to get truly excellent at it.

After my first experience was a success, I wanted to find someone locally. I went to the usual place and found a girl in my town, who’s price was within my range. Her photos were fake, but the location was unbeatable, and I figured if it was too much of a bait and switch, I could back out with my morals intact.

I made arrangements to meet with her, and as I sat in the parking lot waiting to get her room number, I practiced what I would say if things went wrong. I rode the elevator thinking “Sorry, you weren’t what I expected.” I walked down the hall thinking “I can’t go through with this.” She opened the door and I thought “Holy shit.”

I can’t even describe what this girl looked like. You’ll hear it and think “oh, that’s nice, but that’s not my type.” Instead, let me put it like this. Imagine the most attractive woman you can. Whatever you find supremely physically sexy. And there she was.

She invited me in a little apprehensively, and apologized for the fake pictures. She was quiet and businesslike, and to be honest, didn’t have a ton of enthusiasm. Afterwards, we talked for a bit. She had just moved from her hometown, a fairly major city, to live with a friend and give escorting a try. This had been about 10 days into her escorting career. We said goodbye, and I went on my way.

I kept thinking about her, though. For the price, I was never going to find a more attractive girl. After a few weeks, I decided to see her again. When I did, she greeted me much more warmly. I came in, and she smiled and have me a hug, then led me to bed, where she pulled me on top of her, locking her legs around me and pulling her body towards me in time with my thrusts.

I saw her quite a few more times. Each time, she was more fun, more enthusiastic, and more comfortable than the last. She was better in bed, but she was also more pleasant to be around. She’s always wear socks, because she had incredibly cold feet, and I’d tease her about it. Until the time she took one off and touched my ribs unexpectedly. They I made her put the socks back on.

But as much fun as she was, the price stayed the same. I saw her more than any other girl, probably more than any three combined. It was the perfect storm, but it couldn’t last forever.

I got a text one day from her. She was moving to the coast, to get into really high end escorting, and she’d love to see me one more time before she left. Who am I to resist the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen asking me to come fuck her?

When I got there, I was treated to one of her specialties. She started to give me a blowjob with such eye contact that I felt my cock swell up in her mouth. Looking straight into her eyes as her lips wrapped around my shaft, moving up and down, her eyes practically begging me to fuck her. It was incredible, and if that had been it, it would have been great. But then she proceeded to climb on top of me and ride me like she couldn’t get enough of my dick. With her hands on my chest, she rocked herself and and forth on me, whispering “Yes, yes, cum in me. I want to feel you shoot your load in my cunt.” I did, and she rolled off of me to lie next to me, idly playing with the hair on my chest.

As we got dressed, we talked about her move. She was excited to go, and obviously excited about the money. I agreed. “You could have started charging more a long time ago.”

She smiled. “I have been. You’ve been getting the friends and family price.”

I refrained from asking how often anyone from her family used her services. I did ask why. I wasn’t anything special. I was no big spender, but if she asked for more, I’d have paid it. Maybe not as often, but I’d have paid it.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek when I was at the door. “You were the first guy who ever told me to be safe as you left. I’ll never forget that.”

I look her up from time to time. She’s doing well, making ten times what she was making from me. But I can always look at it and think of the part I played in her comfort with her career.

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