Meeting My Naughty Client for a Boob Job

As a curvy girl, I had tons of guys running after me. I had barely just started my career as a professional escort, planning to do it as a side hustle apart from sex cams, but I was already one of the most Popular Callgirls at the Koln-Escort agency. I was always bubbly, open to new experiences, and confident. My clients always say that they meet me for my boobs. Furthermore, I had no shame admitting I’m a naughty little minx, but this work makes me more self-assured about my personality and intelligence. This side hustle quickly turned into a career choice, a good one at that. Today, I was meeting a new client. He was quite naughty, so I was excited about the meeting. Separated from sex and deep-throating, he asked for a light fem dom and boob job. I hope he’ll live up to my expectations; if so, I’ll have a great evening.

What Happened When We Enter Hotel Room

We met in a hotel room. I arrived first and waited for him in the room. When he finally joined me, we exchanged pleasantries, and I asked him to take a shower first. He obliged, and a few minutes after coming out of the washroom, butt nude. I motioned for him to sit in a seat I placed in the middle of the space. He immediately listened; he was a good sub. I started touching my legs, gently petting my thick thighs and round hips. Technically, I was still wearing a dress, but it was so tight it acted as the second layer of my skin. I was barely paying any attention to him, but I saw in the corner of my eye that he licked his lips. I undid the side zip and slid the dress down, exposing my bare chest. After touching my nipples a little, just enough to make them hard, I turned around and bent down, while taking off the dress completely. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and therefore, I showed him everything I had to offer by doing so. His breath quickened, and I slowly straightened up and turned around.

“You like what you see?” I requested, maintaining my Ass and shaking them.

“Yes, my sweetheart, ” he started and blushed a little,

“What about my tattoos? Tell me what you want to do with them,” I continued, relishing in his compliments.

“Can I connect them?” he asked smiley.

“You can do whatever you like, but instead you have to respond to it.”

“I…” he paused and ate loudly, “I want to fuck your tits and hide them in my cum.”

“Fine boy, that’s what I wanted to hear,” I murmured, “But I want a taste of this cock rather.”

I dropped to my knees and licked the head of his already hard member. I love offering blowjobs, and I was getting better and better at deep throats. Hopefully, he will think so nicely. Even as a professional escort, I still didn’t feel secure about my skills.

Deep Throat and Boob Job Bliss

I started making little circles around the tip with my tongue before kissing it passionately, I ignored his cock and took a moment to lick his balls instead. He whined in reply, so I restarted sucking them. The tender skin seemed to melt under my tongue, and his cock twitched with every stroke of my tongue. Finally, I got bored teasing him and took his partner fully into my hot, watery mouth. He didn’t grab my head like I was expecting, instead, he arched his back, moving to the edge of the chair and opening his legs further. My saliva was dripping out of my mouth, but I was determined. My hands traveled on his ball sack, massaging and squeezing it. I felt his cock twitch and finally pulled away, my spit landing on my boobs.

“Do you want my tits now?” I asked him, licking my lips.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he quickly agreed, straightening in his seat from excitement.

I went to bed and lay down. It took some time to instruct him to get into a position I planned, but we made it. I was on my back, and he was kneeling above my stomach, with his dick in between my breasts that I was holding together. He spat on his cock, even though my chest was already drenched in my saliva.

“Do you like it?” I asked him.

“I love it,” he immediately responded.

I shook my boobs, “Then, fuck them like you mean it.”

Encouraged by my words, he sped up. I kept holding my Boobs and crowding them a little from time to time as his wet cock massaged in between them. When his breath quickened, I ordered him to stop.

“Now, move forward and stuff this cock right down my throat until you finish,” I slowly said, trying to keep my voice seductive.

He jumped eagerly and carried on, filling his hard cock inside my mug. He started pushing, pounding my throat with quick, deep thrusts. I gagged a little but didn’t signal to him in any way that I wanted to take a break. I quickly regained composure, breathing through my nose, and I had a professional escort reputation to uphold. His wet balls were pounding against my chin, but I tried to ignore them. After a while, he drew away for a second, hitting his dick against my lips and tongue. Strings of spit stuck to it, making web-like lines in between them. He spread them off and irritated them onto my Boobs, to which I smiled slightly. This finally made him lose control, and he came deep into my throat, pushing his crotch into my face. He pulled out, and some of his seed spilled onto my chest. I rubbed all the spit and cum in my skin, moaning while I did that. He watched me with wide eyes; he’d come back.