**February 15, 2020**
*Whatever your hustle is, go somewhere with it*
*-* ***Tionne Watkins***
I don’t know if Martina is even alive anymore. My only contact with Martina got arrested the other in connection with Mack’s trial. The news was calling this the biggest underground crime ring of the century. They were comparing us to weeds and tree roots, how our connections just kept getting deeper. The local jails were filling up with minor criminals in the ring, people who occasionally sold a bag of dope or something like that, but eventually the cops would net a big fish and it would be plastered all over the news.
Yesterday was Valentine’s day and I had two appointments scheduled for today. I was going to get brunch and most likely have sex with my sugar daddy George and then later in the evening I was going to meet up with that college kid I was talking about earlier. His name was Oliver. I wore sexy red lingerie underneath my normal clothes when I went to have brunch with George. Not only did George pay for brunch, but he gave me a thousand pounds just for being his sugar baby. Brunch was amazing, we went to a classy restaurant and had Belgian waffles topped with homemade whipped cream and diced fruits, handmade sausage, and the best-scrambled eggs I’ve ever had. It was a lovely time overall that was made even sweeter by the thousand pounds.
Then, we went to a hotel room George had rented out and made love. It really wasn’t anything too spectacular. There was a slight amount of foreplay if you could even call it that, to begin with. George kissed up and down my body and nibbled on my ear for about a minute and then laid me down on the bed. He went down on me but the way he ate pussy was so frustrating. His tongue would bumble about cluelessly down there until he found a spot that made me moan. Once he found that spot he would intensely focus all of his energy there for about thirty seconds. After thirty seconds he just assumed I came and that it was now time for me to receive his dick. He positioned himself in between my legs and began thrusting in and out of me. I didn’t really feel much of his dick go in and at first, I thought this was his attempt at teasing me but then I looked down and saw what the problem actually was. The beer belly he had accumulated was preventing him from penetrating me very deeply at all. In an attempt to counteract his lack of penetration, George wildly gyrated and bucked his hips in an attempt to get a better angle. He wasn’t really getting anywhere in missionary so I suggested that we do it doggy style and he could try fucking my ass since it’s something he’s talked about before. He seemed pretty happy to try out so that’s exactly what we did. I was on all fours on the mattress, using both hands to spread my cheeks for him. My hungry ass greedily swallowed George’s cock and I could tell from his moaning that this was a better position for him. He fucked my ass and his eyes rolled back as my ass wrapped around his cock tighter than any pussy or mouth he had ever had. He wasn’t really hitting any of my sensitive spots, though, but I still moaned and pretended like his dick was life-changing.
Eventually, he pulled moaned that he was going to cum and he pulled his throbbing cock out of my ass. He was jerking off furiously and I begged for him to shoot his hot load all over me. This dirty talk sent him over the edge and I heard him emit a few fierce grunts before I felt a few spurts of cum dribble onto my ass cheeks. Now that he shot his load, he was finished for the rest of the day. He laid down on the hotel mattress, breathless and panting. His eyelids were already drooping like he was about to fall asleep. He saw me sitting there on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to do or say something. He thanked me for being his sugar baby and told me I could leave whenever I wanted. I cleaned myself off, put on my clothes, and walked out the door as soon as he said that final sentence.
I met up with Oliver at his apartment later in the evening. He was a broke university student so he couldn’t afford to take me out to a nice Valentine’s Day dinner. Instead, he ordered pizza and we watched a cheesy film together, bantering over it the whole time. He was a sweet guy, it’s just that he didn’t have any friends or the confidence to talk to any women.
We ended up having sex on his couch. I started out on top of him, grinding on his skinny shaft while he held my hips in place, moaning and groaning. I started to ride him but he wanted to take control. He held my hips in his hands to keep me and study and bucked his hips so that he was fucking up into me. We only did this for a little while when he wanted to switch positions. He wanted to take me from behind. I got on all fours on the couch with my face down and my ass high in the air, present for him. He pounded my cunt as hard as he could but it didn’t really feel like anything. It didn’t feel particularly good nor did it feel particularly bad. He was trying his best but the problem was he didn’t understand anything about sensitive spots on the vagina or where to focus his momentum on. As he pounded me from behind, I had to reach my hand down to my pussy to play with myself. It was the only way I was going to feel any sort of pleasure in this interaction. Meanwhile, Oliver was moaning growling as his balls slapped against my pussy. My hand was teasing my clit when I felt him grab a handful of my hair from the roots and yank upward. He spanked my ass many times as well, which felt nice but it didn’t make up for the fact that his dick felt extremely bland inside of me. Finally, he laid me down so that my head was hanging off the arm of the couch. He pried my mouth wide open and stuffed my mouth full of his cock. He fucked my throat fast and hard but his dick was so skinny, I easily deep throated it and I didn’t really gag on it. Eventually, he moaned that he was going to cum. He removed his spit covered penis from my throat and began jerking himself off. I fondled his balls and said dirty, nasty things about what I wanted him to do to me. Seconds later, he burst. He had a big load saved up and he sprayed it all over my face and tits. I cleaned up, took my cash payment, told him he could hire me again whenever he wanted and left his apartment. Unsatisfying sex and shallow relationships with most people; such was the life of an escort, I suppose.
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