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  “I just thought it would be good if we got to know each other a little better,” she said. “What, with this being our last night together and all.”

  Our last night? Panic shot through my system. Had I done something wrong? Pissed her off somehow?

  “You’re leaving tomorrow?” I said carefully.

  She nodded. “My parents will be back in the afternoon.”

  “But I thought they weren’t coming home for another couple of days.”

  “They had a change of plans,” she said.

  I dropped my head, not wanting Heather to see how distraught and disappointed I was. But it was no use. It was radiating off me in waves. “So, after tonight, I’ll never see you again?”

  “I didn’t say that,” she said.

  My eyes shot up in surprise.

  “That’s part of what tonight is about,” Heather said. “Deciding whether or not I’ll be looking you up anytime soon.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She took a drink of her wine and offered me a little smile, as though she was explaining to a 3-year old why the sky is blue . “What I mean is, even though you started off as nothing more than something to keep my busy for a couple of days, somewhere along the way, I grew to kind of like you. Or at least, what little I know about you.”

  My face turned red and I dropped my eyes. As I probably stated before, taking compliments isn’t one of my strongest areas.

  “But considering all we’ve done is fuck for the last two days, I decided that we needed to spend some time outside the house, talking, hanging out, just getting to know each other. Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”

  “No, it’s not that,” I said. “It’s just . . . this isn’t what I was expecting. I just figured after these couple of days were up, you’d disappear back into the sunset, never to be seen again.”

  “Is that what you want? To never hear from me again after tonight?”

  “Not at all,” I answered immediately. “But I guess I don’t really know where this is going. Suppose we hang out and get along well and start to actually like each other. What then? Are we talking boyfriend and girlfriend here? Fuck buddies? What?”

  “I was thinking more along the lines of friends with benefits,” she said. “Nothing serious, just, you know, maybe get together every once in a while and hang out. Do whatever comes natural. It’s not like I’m proposing that I stop making porn and you drop out of college and we move in together or anything like that. It’s just . . .” She trailed off and shook her head.

  “What?”

  Heather took a deep breath and looked up at me. For the first time since I’d met her, she actually seemed like a regular human being instead of some super goddess from another planet. With emotions and fears and doubts, just like the rest of us. I was catching a glimpse of her with her guard down. It was the most exhilarating moment of the last few days.

  “It’s just that I think you’re pretty cool, and I don’t want this to be our last night together,” she said.

  “I think you’re cool too,” I said. “And I think we should spend many more nights together.”

  She smiled. I smiled. She laughed. I laughed. We both drank from our glass of wine. And then we started to talk. For real.

  #

  I won’t bore you with the details of the date. But suffice it to say, the more we got to know each other, the more we liked each other. Which is quite a feat when you think about it. And by the end of our date, we decided that we did want to see each other in the future. We weren’t sure what it would bring, but that was half the fun of it. So we went back to her house, and made love one final time.

  We didn’t fuck. We didn’t screw. We didn’t have sex.

  We made love.

  And it was the best night of my life.

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  THE SLUT OF MY DREAMS

  CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT ADDICT: VOLUME FOUR

  JT HOLLAND

  For those of you who don’t already know, I love escorts. For many reasons, but mostly because you always know what you’re getting. Namely, laid. Without any hassle, without any bullshit, without the slightest worry. Just a phone call and a few hundred dollars and you can make any of your wildest fantasies a reality. One of the few certainties in an increasingly uncertain world. That being said, even a complete control freak like myself occasionally likes a little uncertainty. Not enough to wonder about whether or not I’m going to get laid, mind you, but sometimes I don’t want to know beforehand exactly how the night is going to go. Believe it or not, every once in a while, even I like a little mystery. So on this night, when I call that special number I tell the familiar voice on the other side of the line that I don’t have a specific preference for that night. Looks, attitude, style, body type; it doesn’t matter. Surprise me. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but for me that’s going out on a limb. Curious to hear how it turns out? Then continue on.

  I’m just finishing my fourth Jack and Coke when the doorbell rings. I jump up and head towards the door, more excited than usual to see what I have waiting for me. Usually I take a nice long look out of the peephole to satisfy my curiosity—not to mention make sure I like what I see before I let them in my hotel room—but on this night I decide to continue with the uncertainty theme and open the door without taking a look.

  As I watch her enter the room my uncertainty grows even further. I’m a creature of habit, and even though there’s a certain level of variation with the girls I order, it’s generally superficial; their hair color, the size of their boobs, their personalities, that sort of thing. At their core, the girls are always very similar. They’re young, they play up their slutty side, and their bodies are either tall and athletic or small and petite. That’s just the way I like them. But not this girl. She’s different.

  First of all, she’s older. 27, maybe 28. Not old by any means but older than what I’m used to. Second, she’s got enormous tits. Practically the size of my head. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you, but again, it’s different. She’s very tall—practically my height even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She not fat, not even close, but she’s definitely healthy, from her huge rack to her midsection to her relatively large (but admittedly sexy) ass to her powerful, figure-skater legs. She’s wearing normal clothes; blue jeans, a partially open leather jacket revealing a black bra underneath and black shoes. She’s got a gorgeous face, with big brown eyes, full lips and long, wavy brown hair. Her makeup is subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like a movie star than a slutty escort, which there’s absolutely nothing wrong with, it’s just not what I’m used to.

  “You’re disappointed, aren’t you?” she says in a slightly scratchy, smoky voice. The smirk on her face implies that she’s not bothered at all by this, merely amused.

  One of the best things about hiring escorts is you don’t have to worry about lying to save their feelings. It’s much easier to tell the truth to a woman when you’re paying for her services.

  “I wouldn’t put it that way,” I say. “I’m just . . . uncertain.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “You’re just different, that’s all. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re hot and all, you’re just not what I’m used to.”

  “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it? You wanted to try something a little different, right? At least, that’s what I was told.”

  “Actually, it is.”

  “So why are you stressing over it?” she says. “You’re getting what you wanted, right? Even if you didn’t know exactly what it is you were getting?”

  I offered a little chuckle. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “Then just relax,” she says as she steps in closer and places a hand on my chest.. “I promise you’ll have a great time. Possibly even the best time you’ve ever had with a girl.” Her hand runs down my abdomen and over my crotch. My cock flutters a bit and her smirk grows into a knowing smile. Her voice drops to an alluring,
nasty whisper. “Because while those young little sluts may have tighter bodies and prettier faces I guarantee they don’t know half the things I do. Or enjoy fucking nearly as much as I do.”

  A tingle goes through my body and settles into my cock, which is growing more stiff with every word she utters. Suddenly I realize I’m no longer uncertain about this night, merely excited. Excited as I’ve ever been. She senses it too, or perhaps she just feels it filling up her hand, but either way she grabs my arm and leads me to the couch on the other side of the room.

  Once there, she turns me around so my back is facing the couch and gives me a little push in the chest, sitting me down. She leans in towards me, her face mere inches from mine. I can smell peppermint on her breath.

  “Now just sit back and relax and let me do my thing,” she says as she unzips the rest of her jacket and slips it off. She then flicks her hair to one side and unclips her bra and lets it fall to the ground, setting free her glorious tits. She grabs one, starts playing with it, then brings it up to her mouth and starts sucking on the nipple.

  She looks at me, sees me staring at her, pops her nipple out of her mouth and gives me a wide smile.

  “You like these, do you?” she says, squeezing her tits together.

  I nod.

  “You want to suck on them and slap them and fuck them, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I manage to squeak through my dry throat.

  “I bet you do,” she says with a laugh.

  She undoes her belt and then the buttons on her jeans, one at a time, slowly, savoring each one, building my anticipation. Once all the buttons are free she turns around so her ass is facing me and bends over at the waist, her legs straight. She wiggles out of her jeans slowly, revealing her round, perfect ass an inch at a time, deliberately torturing me.

  Finally her jeans are off. The only clothing still on her body is a tiny black g-string. She drops onto all fours, her ass still facing me. She reaches around with her left hand and starts rubbing her pussy through the black panties. She turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me.

  “What about my pussy?” she says. “Do you want lick it and slap it and fuck it too?”

  “Very much so,” I say. The words sound pathetic coming out of my mouth but I’m beyond caring.

  She laughs again and turns and crawls towards me. When she reaches me she stands up and steps forward and straddles me—one leg on each side—then leans forward and shakes her tits from side to side, her nipples brushing up against my mouth. I grab one tit in each hand and squeeze. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head between her massive tits, I squeeze them together, smashing my face between them. I stick out my tongue and lick her chest, tasting the sweat off her skin. She releases some of the pressure and I pull back, sliding my mouth over to her rock-hard nipple. I take the nipple in my mouth and suck on it greedily, still squeezing her other tit with my free hand. She moans and throws her head back.

  “That’s right, baby, just like that,” she says as she slides back and forth on my crotch. “Suck on those fucking titties.”

  I pop her nipple out of my mouth and move towards the other one to even out the score. A few seconds later she leans in towards me again. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back, pulling it from her nipple. She sticks her tongue in my mouth and runs her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She releases her mouth from mine and slides down my body until she’s on the floor, her head between my legs.

  Working frantically, she undoes my belt, pops the button on my pants and then unzips my zipper. She pulls the pants and my boxers off me and throws them to the side, freeing my rock-hard cock. She immediately goes to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works my balls. She then pops the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth drops further and further down my cock with every thrust, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.

  I reach out and take a handful of her hair and pull it back so I can get a better view of what’s happening. This just seems to excite her further as she attacks my cock with even more energy than before. She looks up at me and winks and then my cock disappears completely as she deep-throats me. She holds my cock in her throat for a full five seconds, her nose pressing up against my stomach, her hand still working my balls the whole time. Then she gags and pulls her head back, releasing my cock from her throat, the tip white from the constriction.

  She gathers up the saliva from her deep throat and spits it on my cock and again starts to stroke it. She’s looking right at me with a little smile on her face as she adjusts her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits are at the same level as my cock. She leans in closer to me and spits on my cock one more time then sticks my dick between her tits.

  “Oh my god,” I say as she wraps her tits around my cock, squeezes them together, and starts to bounce.

  “You like that,” she says. “You like fucking my big giant titties?”

  I nod as she continues to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke. She squeezes harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure is nearly unbearable as she continues to squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce.

  And then she releases my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knows exactly how close I am to blowing my load.

  “Oh no you don’t,” she says. “I’m not through with you yet.”

  She climbs up on to me and straddles me again, her feet sitting on top of the couch so she’s squatting over me, controlling everything. She grabs my cock in her hand and slides her pussy onto it, working the tip of my cock around the edges of it, slipping it in just a hair before snatching it back out and rubbing it along her snatch a little more. She does this two, three, four times, torturing me but also serving to warm herself up further. By the time she’s done her pussy has gone from merely wet to practically dripping. And when she slides my cock inside her it slips in without the barest hint of resistance.

  With her feet still planted firmly on top of the couch, she bounces on my cock, slowly at first, then more rapidly, gradually picking up steam, her tits flopping up and down right in front of my face, taunting me with the proximity to my mouth but moving too quickly for me to latch onto them.

  “You like it when I ride you, baby?” she says as she bounces, harder and harder, faster and faster, her hands on my chest for balance. “You like it when I sit on your cock and fuck you?”

  “I love it,” I say, bucking my hips in time with her, penetrating her even deeper. She moans and slides her feet back so her knees are on the couch, giving her a little less control but more leverage. She stops bouncing on my cock and starts sliding back and forth, working my cock in different positions, switching up the sensation.

  “Pull my hair,” she says as she rides me. She throws her head back. “Come on baby, pull my fucking hair.”

  I reach out and grab a handful and pull back on it.

  “That’s right,” she says. “Yank on it.”

  I do as she asks.

  “Harder,” she says. “As hard as you can. I can take it.”

  I rear back and yank on it. She groans and goes with the pressure, throwing her head back, arching her spine, revealing her tits and neck and chin to me, back to bouncing on my cock, harder and harder, her screams growing louder with every thrust, her tits bouncing up and down in a hypnotizing rhythm. She slams down harder, harder, harder still, until she’s literally shaking with pleasure. Her breath ragged, she slams down one last time, sitting on my cock, her whole body pressing down onto me as my cock impales her. She gasps aloud, shudders, then leans forward and gives me a little peck on the lips, as if in thanks.

  “Now that’s what I call a ride,” she says with a smile. �
�Time for round two.”

  She bounces up and off my cock and slides back down between my legs. She goes back to work on my cock, sucking her juices off it with abandon. She lays her hand flat against the underside of my cock and presses it up against my belly and drops her head down and starts licking my balls.

  I shudder slightly and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

  “Oh, you like that, do you?” she says, looking up at me from behind my cock.

  I nod. She laughs and grips my ball sack near the base of my cock, creating a little pocket. She takes this pocket in her mouth, suckling and playing with my balls while her other hand continues to stroke my cock.

  Then she pops my balls out of her mouth and looks up at me with a nasty little smile. I don’t even have time to wonder what’s coming next when she pushes on the underside of my legs with her hands to spread them and lifts my ass up into the air just a bit.

  “What’s this?” I ask but I don’t receive an answer. At least, not in words. Instead, she leans in and runs her tongue along the back side of my ball sack, underneath and then behind it, suckling on one ball and then the next. She then slides further down, spending a few seconds licking my taint before putting one hand on each of my asscheeks and spreading them apart.

  I suddenly realize where this is going and am able to utter a low “holy shit” before I feel a jolt go up my body as her tongue starts going to work on my asshole, licking it around the edges, then the center, then the tip of her tongue penetrating it just a bit. At first I feel dirty, nasty, depraved, and even a little disgusted, but the sensation is so incredible and different and mind-numbing that all rational thought is quickly cast from my mind. All I can think about is how to make this last for as long as possible.

  I adjust on the couch, sliding back a bit and hooking my arms underneath the back of my knees, making it easier to hold my legs up and giving her easier access to my asshole. She takes the opportunity and goes at it even more aggressively, sliding her tongue up and down my taint, from the base of my balls to my asshole, getting it all wet and slippery, then back to my asshole, sucking on it, lapping at it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it, her hands spreading my ass even further, giving her more leverage, allowing her tongue to go deeper and deeper inside my asshole.