I’m a [F] 19 y/o Escort.

I sit in the half-full cafe as the jingle of cups and saucers surround me. The cute barista that offhandedly flirts with me when I get a coffee here is looking over at my empty table. I try not to let her know I notice her. I’m waiting for my date. Well, actually my client. My Sugar Daddy.

The newest one. The others are a story for another day but this is the Daddy I want to write about today. He’s very average. I know that doesn’t sound sexy but if you want the truth? Most Sugar Daddies are not Christan Grey. They are Michael Scott but less attractive (I dunno what that says about my Steve Carrel fetish) They are emotionally stunted civil engineers. The newly divorced middle-aged high school teacher or in Daniel’s case, just a well-off businesses owner with very mundane looks and awkward social skills. Daniel doesn’t pay as well as my other Daddies did. But he’s easy. He’s consistent and I can get him to buy me a coffee and cum in me within a couple of hours of counting the wad of cash he hands me as he takes a seat and sips his Earl Grey.

Daniel is my 3rd Daddy, but he’s exclusive now. Some Babbies get this to be a selling point to charge more, but honestly? The fact he’s such a good consistent customer is why I keep him around at our agreed rate. I play with the shirt button on his wrists as he stutters through his talking points. I bite my lips and rock back and forth on my seat, rubbing myself against the leather upholstery of the cafe chairs. My skinny jeans might have a slightly damp patch as I warm myself up ahead of time for my Daddy. My auburn firey hair is being twisted around my finger as he’s speaking to me, I play with what might be his wedding ring on his hand? I never thought to ask and he’s never thought to tell me. It’s more professional like that, I don’t care what his issues are with her/him. His arrangement with me is my only priority.

People probably look over at us and have all manner of prejudiced thoughts. “Look at the mid-40s stud with the 19-year-old, what a lucky guy!” I’m ready to fuck him. I ask him if he wants to go back to the AirB&B. He agrees.

Sexy Part Here

He doesn’t get the cheapest B&B which is a major plus. He’s thoughtful and considerate as we nurse our wine in the living room. Talking about all manner of things that entered our brains since last we met. I realise as I look at the clock my train home is in an hour and a half. I better get to work. Without missing a beat I place my glass down and lean over to his ear. “Can I suck your cock now Daddy?” I say as I start to playfully wrestle with his belt buckle. All he can do is nod. I fetch my sex bag of condoms and toys and place it neatly on the couch where he is sitting. I chose a flavour at random, It’s a strawberry this time. I position myself between his knees as he gets comfortable.

I pull down his trousers and underwear in one go, he’s already half erect. He’s always nervous like this. I start to lightly play with his shaft as he continues talking about his week. I hum in agreement at certain intervals until his cock is just hard enough to wrap up. He’s in my hands now, the semi-translucent rubber the colour of neon red making his cock look like a mini fire extinguisher. I take him into my mouth as I start to salivate over his cock, getting it wetter now is easier for putting it inside me. My head bobbing up and down on his cock makes him moan in pleasure. I hit him to the back of my throat the way he likes it, which is easy to from me being petite and him having a smaller cock than I’m used to.

He starts to breathe more rapidly and finally gets the courage to put a hand on the back of my head. I stop for a min and casually stand up, my knees are starting to hurt. I take a few steps away and start to undress, letting him watch his teen baby girl get naked for him. Peeling my skinny jeans off last as my ass is right in his face where he is sitting. I spank myself, hard. I keep my pink socks on as I place a pillow down and get back to work on his cock. He is still just as hard. The condom has lost all its flavour and now I’m deep-throating what must feel like a well-inflated balloon animal.

He starts to buck his hips up into my mouth as I take it all. My hands massage his thighs as I try to coax him the way I know how, the way he has cum in my mouth many times before. I try to play with my clit with one hand as I suck him. Daniel likes to use my mouth then my pussy, so I know I have to warm myself up in advance before he cums. When I’m wet enough, I start to massage his balls with my free hand to finally get him to explode. This is what sets him over the edge. He clasps handfuls of couch pillows as he whimpers into his orgasm, his eyes clamped shut in pleasure. I gulp hard onto his cock as he fills the condom, making the noises extra loud as an incentive to finish up.

I clean around his thighs with a wet wipe from my sex bag as I take off the condom. He tips when I give him good aftercare. He is trying to catch his breath when I kiss him on the forehead and ask him if he’s ok. He smiles up at me then quickly looks away again.
I giggle. Nervous giggle. We go back to our conversation while he recharges, we are now in the bedroom and lounging around in our underwear when I notice my train is due in just under an hour.

I take control and straddle him. “Daddy, is it time to fuck me yet?” I ask in the most over the top voice you’re probably reading this story in. He nods again and we get up to undress fully. He compliments my figure and my petiteness. He’s really sweet in his own way. I work his shaft again and rewrap in a fresh condom, stopping to kiss the head as I spin 180 and climb onto the bed on my hands and knees and “present” myself to him. I know he likes this. I start working on my clit with my fingers again. “Climb on top Daddy, this pussy is for you”. The lines are cheesy, but it’s what I’ve found my clients enjoy.

He takes his place behind me as he clumsily finds the entrance. I reach from under my legs and just grab and push it in, a girl has a train to catch. He slowly finds his rhythm as I start to get into it. I moan and call out to him as he pulls my waist, using me as a little teen fleshlight. With a little more experimenting he could be fairly good at sex, if not for the fact he needs to slow down every few seconds for fear of cumming early. I lean forward so my ass is up in the air, my little hole is his to use. The hole he’s paid good money to cum inside. I start to get louder. I push myself against his cock when he gets tired as he says he’s ready to finish, which means we switch to missionary.

I hold my legs in the air as he reenters from on top. I get him to lean over me real close as I make noises and dirty talk into his ear. This get’s him to build. “Fuck me, Daddy. Use me like your little cum slut!”. I lock my legs around his waist as I cheer him on in mock pleasure. “Harder Daddy,” I say as I hold onto his shoulders. Looking up at the ceiling as he humps away. The rubber starting to lose its lube from the friction. “Use me Daniel!” I shout as it finally sets him off and the last few ropes of exertion finally fill the condom inside of me. I grind my hips against him as he enjoys the post-nut ball torture. I squeeze him as he pulls out of me. I smile up at him this time. “I need to get cleaned up and catch my train” I say in my Baby Girl voice. He just nods before collapsing in a heap next to me.

As I collect all my things and fix my hair, I go back into the bedroom to find him in the same position. “Will I see you next week?” I ask. He just hums in the affirmative. “See you soon then,” I reply as I head out the door. It’s midday as I walk to the station, still daylight. I text my boyfriend while I’m on the train back to him.

There are more clients and more stories. Thanks for reading – Cleo x

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nn61tt/im_a_f_19_yo_escort

6 comments on “I’m a [F] 19 y/o Escort.

  1. Gotta respect the hustle, I mean eventually you’ll switch to a more consistent/reliable profession.

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