Goth Escort

Before I begin this, my wife is fully aware of my sexual activities - we are in an open relationship. My wife is bisexual and we've had threesomes with other women, and she lets me do my own thing as long as I'm 100% honest with her.

My wife was on the rag last week and I was horny as fucking hell. I'm 50 years old and sometimes I think I'm way too sexual at my age. Sure, age sometimes hits me and I get a little ED now and again - but I can usually finish with no problems. I went online to various websites looking for an escort in my area and they all seemed to either be way too pricey or upsellers, or even scams.
I came across this one very light skinned beauty with dark black hair and blood red lips - my dick twitched. I decided to text the number on the website and waited for a response. Nothing. I continued looking but couldn't find anyone I really thought peaked my interests. An hour goes by and my phone gets a text message and it's the escort.
"You'll need to verify, we can meet at my hotel - I'll give you the room number after you verify and after you text me to tell me that you're in the hotel parking lot"
Ok - no problem. I verified with her, gave her my full name, and age and even my address. She called me up on the phone and gave me the address of the hotel she was staying at. Told my wife where I was going.
"How much is she?" my wife asked curiously.
"Says $150/half hour and $250 for full hour, full service."
"You have condoms?" She said grabbing my ass.
"Always babe."
"If she's bi - let me know," my wife said kissing me goodbye.
We have a weird relationship. We're best friends, we're in love - but we also recognize that we can't be 100% everything we sexually need for each other.
So I got in my car and went to the address she gave me, I texted her I was there and she texted me the room number.
I brought $300 with me, extra money for a tip.
I was a bit nervous - you never know if you're going to be meeting a cop on the other side of the door.
I went to her room and knocked. She opened the door and was wearing a black robe.
"Hi," she said, she had such a sweet voice.
"Hello, I hope you're having a good evening - I'm a bit nervous."
"Come on in, please"
I did, and walked over to the nightstand and put down an envelope with a 'donation' in it and then sat on the bed.
She opened the envelope and looked at the contents, didn't count the money and then slipped her robe off to reveal her beautiful naked body.
"So what would you like to do first?"
"Well, what's off limits?"
She paused, "really - nothing is, I'm not into pain - but I can roleplay."
This woman was so beautiful, I was already hard thinking about pumping my cock in her pussy.
"Are you in town for long?" I asked trying to break the ice a bit more.
"I usually don't travel - I live around here, I just get the hotel for escorting."
"The ad you put up says your 25, but you look a bit younger," I joked.
"I'm 20," she chuckled a bit. She came and sad down next to me on the bed. Her lips had dark red lipstick and her makeup was perfect.
"Let's see what you're hiding under there," she said, unbuttoning my pants.
She slid my pants off, then my shirt - I only had socks on and my cock was throbbing.
Her hands wrapped around it as she looked deep into my eyes, "you like that?"
I nodded.
She slowly kissed my chest, as I laid back, her mouth made it's way down to my cock and she started to slowly suck on me. It was odd for an escort to give bare back blow jobs without discussing it with the client, but I didn't complain.
My hands groped her soft breasts, her nipples were hard - she was horny. My hand started to caress her inner thigh and I felt her wet little cunt. I plunged a finger in her, she was tight. I slipped another finger in and it was cramped, I could barely move my fingers.
She moaned and kept sucking my cock.
She stopped, and looked at me, her hands massaging my chest, "I'm not a clock watcher... can I ride you? I love riding, I cum really quick when I ride a nice cock like yours"
"Fuck yeah you can ride me honey," I told her. She got up and went to the dresser in the room and got a condom. She unrolled it on my cock and gently kissed the tip.
She spread her long legs over me and slid my cock inside her. It was way too tight, there was no way I was going to last 10 minutes inside this gorgeous lady. She began pumping up and down, sliding me in and out of her. Her nails sunk into my chest as she started quivering and moaning.
"Oh your cock feels so fucking good baby, it's filling my pussy up, yeah stretch me out, stretch this young pussy baby!"
I felt her juices gush all over my cock and balls as she shivered and collapsed on me. She caught her breath.
"Holy fuck, your cock fits in my pussy perfectly!"
I chuckled, because I knew it was part of the act, "You say that to all the guys!"
I was still inside her and I felt her clench down on my hardness.
"No, I never cum with clients. In fact, I can only cum if it hits just right and wow, yours hits just right."
She pulled my cock out of her, and reached down and pulled the condom off and slid my dick back inside her.
"You get a special treat for having such a nice cock baby."
I was shocked - everything was running through my head at this point - Am I going to get a disease? Is she trying to get pregnant? What in the actual fuck?
Her tight cunt clasped down on my hard cock, and I could feel how wet and warm and tight she was.
She started moving my cock inside her slowly as I cupped her lovely breasts. Her lips kissed mine (another no no!).
"I want you to drain that cock in me, I want every drop of cum in my tight little pussy!"
I didn't know what to say, so I joked, "If only my wife was here to eat it the cum out of you, she'd like that!"
"oh yeah? I'd like that too - maybe we can include her next time??"
She started going off on my cock and I couldn't hold off. I let loose deep in her, cum gushed and gushed - she drained me.
I looked at my watch - only 20 minutes! LOL.
I laid back on the bed and she cuddled into me.
"Were you serious about your wife joining in?"
"Yeah, we're in an open relationship, she's bi - she doesn't have a girlfriend atm, but you're 100% her type. She's 47, but she's very pretty."
She smirked, "I don't believe you for some reason."
"I'll call her right now, you want to talk to her?"
"Wait, she knows you're with me?"
"Damn right she does."
I got my phone and called her, put her on speaker phone. We chatted for a while - turns out this woman didn't even like what she was doing and wanted a regular job, and my wife works in the same industry as the career this woman wants - and my wife is a high-level manager.
So after all was said and done, a dinner date was set up for all of us to meet this Friday.
I got dressed, and the woman gave me a big wet kiss and a hug.
"Totally a fantasy of mine," she murmured.
"Huh? What?"
"Oh, it's a fantasy of mine to hook up with a couple and be their little fuck toy - I won't even ask you to pay - I just hope I fit in at your wife's work!"
"You will, and yeah - we'll see how everything goes - I'm sure my wife will adore the hell out of you. She has a thing for sexy goth girls."
She laughed; we parted ways. My wife and her have been chatting, I've been chatting with her too.
While I'm down for everything - threesomes etc. - I'm just a bit worried - not sure about what.

The Drive Home…

 Confession....

My girlfriend's name at that time was Carly, and when I think back, I'm pretty sure that the reason I liked her was that she was filthy. She loved to fuck. She loved sucking my cock and swallowing my semen. She loved having her pussy licked and cuming on my face, and she was always up for trying new things sexually.

Carly was perfectly built. She was a semi-professional ballerina, and although only 5'2" tall, she had the physique of an athlete. She had little pretty feet with painted toenails, strong, slender legs, a tiny waist, and a strong torso with high, firm 30B breasts. I could hold her arse cheeks in one hand. She had a cute pear-shaped face with big blue eyes. All this was topped off with long curly blonde hair and surfer-tanned skin! She would turn the head of any man.

I think that the best thing about Carly was that she had a very confident attitude towards sex. If she thought something would be fun or feel good, she would do it. She didn't let silly things like inhibitions or embarrassment get in the way.

I'll give you an example.

After one of our very first dates, I was driving us home from the cinema. It was after midnight, and the summer night air was cooling down the heat of the day. As I drove, Carly started rubbing my thighs and leaning over and biting my ear. This was a sure sign with her, and she told me that she was mega horny and wanted me inside her. I was obviously happy to oblige, but couldn’t do anything as we were on the motorway. She flicked on the car's interior light and sat back in her seat. She turned so that she was facing me with her back against her car door. She kicked off her shoes and lifted one of her pretty little size 3 feet with red toenails onto my shoulder and the other onto the dashboard of the car. Then she hitched up her bum and wriggled out of her skirt and underwear and immediately plunged two fingers into pussy. I could see that she was clearly soaking wet and needed no extra lubrication. Her pussy took her fingers easily, and she began rolling them around and pumping them in and out.

Bearing in mind this was only our second or third date, it's what happened next that surprised me.
The only way I can describe it is: have you ever seen Winnie the Pooh eating honey from a honey pot?

I nearly crashed the car as this fiery little 22-year-old hottie sat in my passenger seat, pumping her two fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy, then lifting them straight into her mouth to drink her juices. Over and over she did it. Fingers pumping in and out of her pussy hole, once, twice, and after the third time up to her mouth.

I have never seen anything like it. She was really going to town on herself.

In, out, in, out, up to her mouth and hungrily sucking and cleaning her fingers. She was grinding herself and making a low primeval growling noise from her throat.

By now, her face and chin were getting as wet as her pussy. Her pussy juices were literally dripping off her chin, mouth and pussy holes were soaking.

I still had 5 miles until the next junction where I could exit the motorway, so I did my best to watch her show whilst trying not to drive into the central reservation.

After a few more minutes and repetitions of the pussy fingering and the sucking clean, she started moaning more loudly and groaned, saying she was going to cum. Her eyes rolled in her head as she worked herself hard now. Hard, fast and deep. I watched her legs start to shake, and she focused her hand action on her G-spot now. She left her fingers inside her pussy and pumped her pretty digits back and forth to get them deeper. I could hear the wet squelching as she ebbed, nearing her orgasm. Faster and faster she worked at herself, clearly knowing how to work her genitals to maximum pleasure until she tensed. She squeaked a high pitch, and I watched as she emptied a huge amount of liquid from her pulsing pussy onto the car seat. She flooded her seat.

These days, ‘gushing or squirting' is a thing that lots of people are aware of, but back then in my early twenties and before 'internet porn’, I'd never seen a girl do this.

I was amazed to see this clear liquid spurting from her hole. It splashed me in the face and soaked my clothes and the car. I felt it hot on my face and on my lip. My tongue automatically darted out of my mouth and tasted her juice. It was salty with a musk not dissimilar to my own semen, but it also had a slight urine aroma. It was heaven.

For a moment, I was just shocked and took a second to refocus. I checked the road and panicked, thinking about how long I had been distracted.

When I looked back at Carly, I saw that she had moved both her hands to form a little cup beneath her oozing pussy hole. I thought that she had been attempting to catch her mess as it had flooded from her. But then she carefully raised her cupped hands upwards, being careful not to spill the pool of liquid she had in her hands. She raised it to her mouth and drank it coolly down. She clearly savoured and enjoyed the special liquor that she had produced with her genitalia. She closed her eyes and relished her special potion, being careful not to spill a drop.

As she finished her elixir, I saw that I was only a couple of miles from our exit from the motorway.
She sat purring with contentment in the passenger seat with a satisfied glow and a silly grin. Her face was flushed red, and her breathing was beginning to calm. She did not attempt to close her legs, which were splayed wide with her soaking wet slit naked and exposed to my eyes. Equally, she did not attempt to clean her face, which was shinning soaked. Sticky liquid hung from her chin, and I noticed how wet her hair was from all of the frantic splashing of her juices.

I asked her, "Babe, that was so fucking sexy, have you done that before?"

She smiled and answered without any hesitation or bashfulness, "yeah loads. I used to do it a lot growing up". She giggled and continued, "I used to masturbate by rubbing my hairbrush on my pussy, but then I found this weird thing in my mum's bedside table which had a curve at the end and would hit me inside in a whole new way". She giggled again.

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued, "Right, go on”, I said. I was loving this.

She smiled, acknowledging my excitement. "So basically I used to use using my mum's vibrator, as a sex toy, but I didn't know that it was actually a sex toy. I'd do it until it made my legs shake, cause I didn't know that was an orgasm". She laughed like she was telling me a pub joke! My wide-eyed, open-mouth expression must have encouraged her to continue.

She went on, "The silly thing was that I couldn't actually fit it into my pussy at first, so I used to rub my pussy with my fingers and would push my mum's vibrator into my arse". This made her really laugh again. I was amazed. She had no embarrassment at all.

"So, I would literally bounce up and down with my mum's vibrator in my bottom, and one day I got so carried away that I missed and hit my pussy and it went in! I think that I took my own virginity that day." Again, she laughed.

"Anyway, I told one of my friends about it, and she told me that she rubs herself in the same way, but she really wanted to see this magical device from my mum's bedroom drawer. So we arranged a sleepover, and I showed her how I use it. She sat watching me plug this hard pink thing in and out of myself. I could tell it was exciting her by the way she kept wriggling around and adjusting her skirt and underwear. This just spurred me on. I guess she got to a point where she needed some personal satisfaction, and she asked if she could try. One thing led to another, and we ended up rubbing our pussies together, but that time when my legs started shaking, I became super wet down there. But it felt great. My friend asked me if she could kiss me, down there, and I agreed if she'd let me kiss her back, and I just liked the taste after that". 

I was stunned by Carley’s candidness.
"So after that, I would rub myself loads, every morning in bed and in the bath at night and any other opportunity I had. I learned how to make my orgasm wet, cause that's what felt the best and every time I'd lick my fingers or try to catch it and drink it". She told me proudly.

Only now did I notice how hard my cock was and how it was straining against my jeans.
As I finally exited the motorway, I pulled into the first lay-by I could find and stopped the car.
I looked back at Carly, who had now assumed a mischievous grin and who said coolly, 'Get out of the car.’

I did as I was told and immediately started surveying my surroundings. I was looking for a little wooded area or maybe a bus stop to dart behind. My eyes were like a radar system scoping a suitable target.

Carly's car door opened too, and she followed me out of the car. She had taken an extra moment whilst I assumed she had straightened herself up a little. However, when she emerged, I saw that she was now completely naked.

If I'm honest, I felt a small amount of panic at her nudity in such a public place. Yes, it was late at night, but every few minutes a car would exit the roundabout, and either head left away from us or circle the roundabout and head past us in our lay-by.

“Babe, seriously?" I stammered as I watched her sexy, tight body slinking towards me.
"Don't be such a prude”, she giggled back as she took my hand and led me to the front of my car.
She spoke again in a firm and controlling tone, "Bend over with your hands on the bonnet".
I did as I was told. She stood behind me, and I felt her hands encircle my waist and expertly undo my belt and jeans. She pulled them down, which wasn't easy as I was bent forward.
As my jeans hit the floor, a car whizzed past us. I turned my head to watch the car's brake lights flash on as the driver's brain momentarily attempted to compute if what they thought they just saw was actually real or if their brain was playing tricks in the darkness. The brake lights went off, and the car carried on into the distance.

Carly now hooked her fingers into the waist of my boxers and she quickly whipped them down, allowing my heaving blood-filled cock to spring free into the cool night air. It felt good.
I could feel her kneeling behind me, and she reached her right hand around to grab my aching cock whilst her left hand came up between my legs to grasp my hefty ball sack. 

Carly loved my balls and would play with them all the time. She said that she loved the way they felt in her hand.
She used her left hand to squeeze and pump my bollocks while her hand began a steady back and forth on my heaving cock.

I saw another car exit the motorway and watched with relief as it took the first exit left from the road, away from our 'not too secluded lay-by'.

As I watched the car move away, I felt a new sensation. Carly's hot breath on my asshole changed from exciting warm air to a hot, wet tongue.

I moaned with immediate enjoyment and allowed myself to push back slightly onto her face. She surely took this as a positive sign and increased her efforts. I had never been tongued in the arse before, and Carly clearly wanted to satisfy.

She pumped my balls, worked my cock, and hungrily ate my arse.

I lay farther forward so that my elbows were flat out on the bonnet, which lifted my arse higher and more open to her work.

Again, she increased her tempo, acknowledging my pleasure.

A car flashed past us, which I hadn't even seen leave the motorway.

My orgasm was very close. Carly could feel the tightening in my balls and hit top speed with her hand on my shaft and her mouth on my arsehole. I came hard. My spunk is hitting my car bonnet. I could feel her tongue deep inside my back passage. She pumped each jet of spunk out of my cock with her hand from the front, whilst she squeezed my balls on each spurt and pushed her tongue into me from behind. As my climax subsided, she slowed her hands and removed her face from between my cheeks. She milked the last few drops of spunk from my cock with an expert hand. I breathed heavily but managed to stand up and pull my underwear and jeans up over my wilting cock.
We both shuffled around and fell into the car. Our breathing was returning to normal, and I turned the key to start the engine.

Carly did not attempt to put on her clothes. She sat naked in her seat until we got back to my flat. I parked and watched as, without a care in the world, she picked up her clothes and sneakers and got out of the car. She walked up the stairs toward my door with my eyes burning into her tight toned tanned thighs and arse cheeks that were milky and sticky from her sex waters and as I fumbled with my key to open my door she said cooly and with a smile, "hurry up please, I'm dying for a piss and I want to do it all over your cock and face".





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