My own little prostitute

I paid a girl I work with €1000,– for a night of fun. That’s basically the story and I never truly believed it would actually work. I realize it’s an outrageous amount of money, but to me it was worth every penny. I’m in my early 30’s and a bit chubby. Working as an IT consultant I do make a nice sum of money, but I’ve always been shy around girls and have only ever been with 2 girls my life. Both of the times from a longer relationship.

Having recently broken up I decided to give this a go. As a consultant I frequently work for different companies and move on to the next once the job is done. I was in my last few weeks at her company and eventhough I know she didn’t see me as a potential partner, she was always nice to me. She was 22, blonde, green eyes, beautiful in a way out of my league kind of way and maybe her most recognizable feature was her enormous bust. Her breasts were huge, and looked even bigger as she was about 5′ tall. Knowing she was about to move out on her own I knew she could really use the money. We had been working togheter pretty closely for about six months so and I had gotten to know her pretty well. She wasn’t slutty or anything like that at all, but she wasn’t really innocent or naive either.

I took the money out of the ATM over a couple of days and one day, a Thursday, I gathered all my courage and just made the proposition. Realizing this could be an HR disaster for me, but also thankful I don’t live in the USA where this would probably blow out of proportion. I gave her the money first and asked her if she wanted to ‘Netflix and chill’ with me. Assuring her I wasn’t into anything ‘out of the ordinary’. She looked at the money and at me as if she was weighing her options for what felt like an eternity and finally agreed to come by my place that evening. I was relieved and nervous at the same time. Now it was hoping she would actually show up.

I could barely eat my dinner and took a long shower to make sure I was clean and to try and relax a bit. A few minutes after 8 she rang the door. It was an awkward moment and we both didn’t really know what to say. I accepted her coat in an attempt to be a gentleman and she just walked into my living room. I got to get a good look and my heart jumped. She clearly dressed up for me and eventhough I was paying her to be here it felt good. She was wearing a knee high green dress with a belt around her waist to accentuate her ample bust. Cute black boots and thights. As I watched her she was understandably nervous and even I was having second thoughts, it wasn’t very moral of me. On the other hand nobody was forcing her to be here and she was making a decent sum of money. To break the ice I offered her a drink and asked her to sit down on the couch. She just asked for a glass of water. Luckily I had some background music on to break the silence.

I watched her sip her water and told her she looked beautiful and if she felt uncomfortable or wanted to stop she could just go home and keep the money. I was so nervous I feared I could even maintain an erection. A small part of me actually hoped she would get up and leave. Only leaving the memory of her green dress and a whim of her perfume. She clearly saw my nerves and maybe that reassured her as she got into her role. She told me she liked the way this dress made her tits look and smiled in a very coquette way. That got the conversation started and we both relaxed a bit. I reached out my hand and I still remember the way the smooth fabric of her dress felt, how the lines of her bra felt and how big her breast was. She later told me she had F-cups. We made out for a while and I couldn’t stop running my hands over her tits, unbuttoning her dress and actually burying my face between them. It felt like a dream coming true. I was still coming to terms with the situation as she started undoing my pants. She started kissing me just above the line of my boxers and then kissed my cock through the fabric. I was already rock hard, but I nearly exploded as she undid the last few buttons of her dress and slid out of it. Letting the dress hang on the belt. I looked at her black bra, in beautiful contrast to her pale skin. She allowed me to look at her before she bent over my lap again. Pulling down my boxers she kissed the tip of my cock gently before starting to suck my dick. I sweeped her hair out of the way, but she didn’t make eye contact. She just kept sucking, using her tongue plenty.

To be continued….

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