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That question rang through his mind for a short while. Was he really wanting to please her or just sate himself and hide it with his decision to please her. He was left in silence before he siled and gave her a nod."Because If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be asking..I wouldn't be requesting it from you if I wasn't sure. While I do want it as well, I feel it isn't as good for both of us is both partners aren't enjoying it to the fullest. So come on Francesca...I'm sure you don't get offered this too many times if at all."He asked, wanting to know how often she got to do what SHE wanted with her clients.

When she squeezed him and seemed to return the treatment to his cock, he rubbed hers faster, eager to get it hot and ready as he also teased the flared tip of her length.
 
Practised though she was, it was now becoming difficult for the escort to keep a straight face; men could be so presumptuous, she mused, particularly when it came to love-making. Contrary to his own opinion, Michael was not special in wanting to please her—she figured that that was probably some form of defense mechanism of the male sexuality—though admittedly there were others who cared not at all as to whether she got off or not. They were normally clients who had been through many escorts in their time, and did not seek to forge the connection which Michael seemed so ardent to manufacture. Her question had thrown him though, and she wondered how close his thoughts at that moment were to her own.

"Well, if you really want to please me," she replied, veiling her scepticism behind sweetened tones, "make love to me. Men always want to fuck when they come to me—and that is ok—but it is nice to be treated like a woman sometimes..." and not a prostitute, she finished silently. Michael was perhaps not the ideal man she had dreamt of to come and take her away from the life of an escort, but he would do nicely for make-believe. Quite nicely, she reflected, letting her eyes wander over his toned torso.
 
When she seemed to take a different approach to his question, Michael didn't question it, realizing this wasn't something that should be pushed. So with a nod, he pulled himself free from her grasp and moved his hand away. With a smile, he licked his lips and pulled Francesca into his lap, letting her bare rear feel his cock throb and pulse with need. He was more than ready to give her what she wanted, even if it was what she wanted him to believe. Part of him was still lost, still unsure of exactly what it was he craved. So as she told him to make love to her, to treat her like a woman he nodded, licking his lips.

Slowly he laid her down on her back, snesually grinding his hips into her, letting her feel his rigid length against her backside before moving to her own cock. His eyes stared into hers and kissed her deeply. Even if he couldn't give her the true joy and satisfaction she wanted, he could do his best and give her a good time while enjoying himself in the process.
 
For a long minute they lay embraced upon the couch, Michael's tight body writhing gently against hers as tongues joined and caressed each other between parted lips. He had been so intent on what it was that she most desired that she had gotten into that mind-frame herself. She had asked to be made love to, and so—if for the time being alone—in her head she transformed him into her deepest desire. With her eyes closed, his touch was no longer that of a client eager to please her, but of a lover—a dreamy man with the money and want to whisk her far away from the escort life, and to bring joy to her very heart.

"Mmmph, would you like to move to my bedroom?" she asked softly—her legs by this stage wrapped around his waist, and between her thighs her feminine cock was hard and erect. The opening of her eyes reminded her that she was not in her fantasy, but at home—at work—with a client. It did not take much to prolong the invention though, and she reaffirmed it by cupping his cheek as she would her lover's, and kissing him tenderly on the mouth.
 
the man enjoyed the tender fee of her lips against his own, enjoying how she saw this as something more than a simple fare, a simple job to get through and make a quick buck. His tongue fought with her own, enjoying the battle as he closed his eyes and let his form grind and struggle against the feel of her own flesh. So when she pulled away from the kiss, he opened his eyes and stared deeply into her own, growing slowly attatched to her when she gave into his wants and requests, despite her job.

Michael didn't speak with an answer, letting her legs remain around his waist as he rose to his feet, holding her firmly in his arms. With her body still clinging to his own, his cock throbbed against the plush rump of her ass while her own cock pulsed against his belly, letting her feel the heat he gave off form lust. He returned that tender kiss, letting his breath gently caress her in the moment. Moments after though he dropped them both on the bed with him over her. "So how do you want to do this first Francesca?"
 
"Um, first a condom," she replied, a little confused at his question. She almost had the impression that he hadn't believed her when she told him what she desired; perhaps his concern was just a cover, she mused. It was not a call she could form into anything real, however—if he did want something else she must wait for him to ask. After all, she could only postulate as to what was going on in his head, and at the end of the day she must be more concerned with being paid than figure out what her client was thinking, or what he wanted; she was not a psychiatrist.

"Some lube, too... it's all in the drawer," she told him, smiling and pointing, and as he moved to retrieve the items, she waited patiently, spread out on her bed. Her body curved deliciously, her stiff cock standing at an acute angle from her flat stomach, and above her her reflection was cast by the mirror upon her ceiling. For now, he would not be her client, she reflected. For now, he would be the lover of her dreams, but she must balance that fantasy finely with the one she would draw for him...
 
With her body sprawled on the bed, open for him, Mike knew what she was wanting, she wanted him to love her like a woman, not just a Tranny. So he grabbed the lube and a condom, slowly slipping the rubber over his shaft, making sure it was snug and on properly before popping the top of the lube. Michael coated his cock in a copious amount of lube, following with coating her tight ass with some by applying with his fingers.

With the both of them prepped and ready, Michael leaned down and kissed her deeply, hands holding her hip to keep his partner still. With a smile in the kiss he pushed his cock inside her until the tip popped into her tight anal passage, still loving how it took him and gripped him."Mmmmm" If this was what she wanted, to be made love to, then he would do his best to give her that pleasure, that moment she desired so much.
 
Francesca bit her lip as Michael pressed himself inside of her, moaning low in her throat as her tight, puckered ring parted around his cock and granted him passage, clinging snugly to his shaft as he began to probe her entrance. Her head fell back against the bed again and her eyes fell shut; in the darkness behind her lids, she painted fantasy upon reality once again. She had no face to put on her lover—she had no man in reality who she dreamed would be her knight in silver armour—but she had the sense of security and acceptance in his arms, and that she cast upon the sensations of Michael's hands upon her body, his stiff member delving into her precious ass.

She moaned again and let her hands find his shoulders, fingers trailing down his torso by feel alone until they grasped his hips, pulling him gently towards her. Her legs were parted either side of him—knees up, feet flat upon the duvet—and before him her body was his to gaze upon, and to take in carnal union. She had no name to put upon her fantasy, none—that is—but that of her client himself. "Mmmm... fuck me, Michael," she purred. "Make love to me..."
 
Once inside, he inched into her, letting her move herself comfortably against his body. When her hands met his hips and slowly pulled him in, Michael let his hips slide forward, further plunging his stiff rod into her tight, loving hole. With the signals of pleasure she gave him with her words, her motions, Michael ad gotten the idea that she was loving this and eager to fell more. So with a smile he pushed the rest of his engorged length into her tight puckered rear. He looked at her face, taking in the beauty of her as he reveled in the carnal pleasure of making love to this woman.

"Gladly my dear Francesca.."He whispered softly in her ear, pressing his front gently against hers, letting the woman feel the heat from him radiate onto her. Once the two of them were comfy and ready to start, Michael sent in slow deep thrusts, his cock plunging deep into her hole."Mmm yes baby..so good..so tight.."
 
She groaned deeply as he sank into her, moaned pleasurably when she felt his hips press against her body, and felt too his weight upon her. With his cock buried to the hilt inside her tight love hole, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and her legs encircled his waist, further widening the space between her thighs for him. She bit her lip too, gently arching her back to press up against his member, feeling the tip roll across her inner walls. She moaned again when he began to thrust into her, probing her depths with his manhood. Her breath was heavy, and her hips began to rock in unison with his, meeting his patient, thorough thrusts.

"Mmmm... oh yes, baby..." she purred, and she sank her nails into his hips, her calves pressing into his firm buttocks, keeping their bodies close. Her eyes stayed closed, her mind focused on the physical sensations upon her flesh, and within the tight orifice which sat so snugly and hotly around his cock, her own erection rubbing against his stomach.
 
With her body curling into his own, molding to his figure, Michael hugged her by the waist, still gracing her with his slow, deep thrusts. He loved how her insides clung to him, made each motion harder as it pushed her walls open in an attempt to push even deeper into her body. The sound of her voice purring in his ear sent shivers through his body, his cock pulsing as it only grew harder, his body as rigid and filled with lust as he could get. His body was lost to pleasure, finding this sensual, love making more intoxicating than simply pounding into her like a brute.

Eventually one his hands relinquished her body and reached to her front, softly rubbing her length, making sure it also got some attention during their heated love making.
 
Through heavy exhales, Francesca's moans sounded sweetly and softly, her head lolling backwards as she let her bodily pleasures mingle with the dream of being relieved of her escort's life. Michael made love to her the way she had dreamed of, and for a time it was all too easy to lose herself in fantasy. She held herself close to him—wallowing in the warm heat of his body—and her hips rocked upwards, taking him deep into her tight ass. Their hot, naked bodies slid against one another, pressed together and her hole was so warm around him—warmer than Sophie's pussy had ever been. His cock head occasionally brushed her prostate, and she moaned or gasped, her cock twitching against his stomach.

She moaned again when he took her in his hand, but now her eyes opened and she gazed up at him as he fucked her and stroked her, her lips parting first, and then her bottom lip curled between her teeth. "Mmmph... oh yes, fuck me baby," she purred, arching her back hard and pressing into his loins, increasing the pressure around the thick shaft which pressed into her again and again, drawing pleasured sounds from her throat.
 
This was something that felt so much better than his nights with Sophie back then. It felt nothing like his sex with his wife could ever feel, that hot tight ass squeezing him, massaging his length with each subtle motion either of them made. He could see why men loved bedding her and pounding her hot tight hole, his won cock pulsing wildly as the pressure in his hefty sack built up. But he had no intention of unloading his hot seed just yet, not anytime soon.

His eyes locked on with her own, showing her the loving, sensual gaze he had only given to his wife so long ago when things were better. His hand took a firmer grip, letting her shaft soon feel the same tightness his own felt. Though when the hot Italian Escort begged him to fuck her, Michael stroked her rigid shaft faster, his hips crashing into hers with a loud lewd smack."Mmm so tight baby..I love this so much.."
 
Her body jolted from the force of his hips smacking against her, sending a shockwave through the voluptuous breasts which jiggled before his eyes, topped with stiff, excited nipples. The head of his cock had collided with her prostate, and Francesca's mouth gaped, her eyes opened wide as she gasped and sank her nails into his buttocks, thrusting her own hips up towards his. There was a passion to their love-making which added more weight to her fantasy, and almost made it feel real. In the mirror above she could see his back—taut and toned—his rump straining as he thrust up inside of her, and their bodies were joined, now sheened in a light layer of sweat.

She could smell him—his manly musk mingling with the scent of her own sweat, all made erotic by the sound of their sensual breathing, the movement of their bodies, and that of the bed beneath them, straining as Michael made love to her more energetically now. One of her hands trailed up his spine and her fingers curled in his hair, her backside straining upwards to take him deeper—to feel his cock nudge her prostate once again as he stroked her hard, firm cock.

"Oh fuck, Michael... yes..."
 
He pulled his attention from her face after really seeing those lrge pillows bouncing with her taught nipples erect and begging for attention. Quickly the man attached his mouth to those lovely nipples, tenderly sucking on one before he moved to the other, switching between them over and over. This love making only fueled his lust more, his cock pulsing within her, lovoing how it took him when he hit her prostate, the tight confines only working his length more. the thick meat that pummeled pushed her insides open each time they attempted to close around him.

He too could smell the mixture of musk and sweat in the air, his eyes turning to her to admire her beauty while he feasted on her breasts. but while he began to feverishly jerk her off, he felt the pressure inside him build and build, slowly reaching its limit as he lovingly pounding her tight ass with rough deep motions.
 
Oh god... why can't they all take me like this? Francesca's moans were sounding more and more desperate by the stroke, and the attention on her breasts only heightened her pleasure, which now stemmed from all areas of her body. Her cock twitched in his hand, her balls grew tight, and Michael was now hitting her G-spot regularly; each time his manhood hit her prostate her muscles contracted, tightening around his thrusting shaft. The escort bit her lip and whined, her breath ragged, and it was clear that she was nearing some kind of ecstasy as she writhed and gasped, her breasts heaving.

"Oh... yes... don't stop baby, I'm going to cum," she moaned, her tonality that of a woman being steadily pushed towards the brink of orgasm. "Ughhh, yes... just like that..." She gazed up at the mirror—watching her fantasy as though on a screen—before lowering her eyes to Michael's. A lust brimmed there in her brown eyes, and a desperate need for release. His hips smacked against her rump again and again, and then Francesca was whining, panting, her thighs closing against Michael's sides.

Finally she gasped and her back arched; her cock twitched and pulsed in his hand, and from the head of her cock a thick rope of semen leapt through the air. Her face contorted in pleasure as her cum landed on her breast and stomach, followed by another, and another as she writhed beneath her client—her momentary lover—and her ass squeezed his manhood.
 
Michael never stopped thrusting, knowing he was hitting a good spot inside her with the way she tightened and tensed up around his shaft. But with the constant gripping and tugging at his cock, Michael found it hard to resist the pleasure that took his body, his breathing getting heavier with lust. And his cock was telling her clearly that he was close as it pulsed through the condom. Her face only expressed how good she felt, the woman convincing him more than anything whether it was real or not, Michael pounding her tight ass more, letting her feel him start to pump into the deepest depths of her tight passage.

"I-I'm gonna cum too.."He warned shortly after she bellowed her own release that edged its way forward. Each slap of flesh against flesh only grew louder as he rapidly drilled into her, pounding her like a rabid animal in heat. His breath wa matching hrs, his cock unable to handle the pleasure and torture of her inner muscles. And when she started blowing her load, her ass squeezing his shaft, Mike groaned hard with a scrunched up, pleasure filled grin as he came. His cock began to burst, his seed blasting out into the condom, quickly filling it, letting the heat radiate and attack her inner walls.
 
After Francesca's orgasm had faded, and after Michael had spent himself inside her, the escort's fantasy lingered for a moment. It couldn't last forever though, and though he would make love to her again, and fill another condom with his seed, the time came when he must leave, and she was left with nought but a handsome monetary payment for her services: another $500, and she would add another three hundred to that before the night was out. He had put her in a charitable mood, however, and she treated him to a condom-free blowjob before he departed, allowing him to cum on her gorgeous face as he had when they had first gotten together. It all did little to deny the fantasies which would play through his mind in the days to come, though in truth, Francesca had enjoyed herself this evening.

Across town, Sophie was less satisfied with her husband's disappearance, and by the time he arrived home she was visibly unhappy, though she didn't play it up. He'd been gone all day, and on a weekend too; she worked five days a week and expected to see him when she was at home, though both parties admittedly had the freedom to do as they wished.

"Where were you?" she asked calmly upon his return. "I've been waiting all day for you to come home."
 
Once he left the place and realized how long he had been gone, he could only wonder what would happen when he returned home. Given it was Sophie's day off he was sure to hear about it. But even so it couldn't deter him from the fun and wonderful experience he had with Francesca. When he walked into the door to find Sophie shooting a glare and seeming to calmly question him, which was surprising to say the least. But with a bit of a sigh he set his eys on the table and looked at her.

"I know Sophie sorry..Went out for something to eat since you were asleep..and after yesterday figured I'd let you relax a bit. then I met up with my friend again and we had a drink or two then I gae him a ride home.."He explained taking a seat in his chair as he looked over to his wife.
 
"A call would have been nice," his wife replied with subdued bitterness. "And since when do you drink and drive? It's bad enough that Margaret passed away—I don't need you going and getting into an accident as well."

Apparently, she was still prickly over their neighbour's death, and it hadn't done her any good to hear that her husband had been drinking and then driven—though it was a long ways better than if she had known what he had really been up to. Though she had said little, she was still upset over Margaret's death, and she had expected Mike to be there for her, not off galavanting with friends. On any other weekend it would have been less of a big deal, but his timing had been poor.
 
Which he didn't think about until now when he saw she was wanting him around. When SHE wanted him around it was fine and demanded, but when he wanted it he refused him again and again. But instead of getting upset he just sighed a bit."I'm sorry hun..But I only had a drink or two, so I'm not drunk or anything.."He assured her, looking to her, wondering just what was running through her mind."Besides..its not like you've been all too eager to talk or anything as of late.."
 
In another tone of voice that would have set her off, but for a moment she saw herself through his eyes—or tried to, anyway. Had she been neglecting her husband? Perhaps Margaret's death had gotten to her more than she admitted to herself. It was hard to tell—she was so busy in work these days that it was difficult to focus on anything else. She sighed.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to be a bitch; I guess Margaret's passing has had my head a little all over the place lately. I...should have said something. I would have liked if you'd been around today. I'll forgive you if you forgive me?" she suggested only half-seriously, giving him a weak smile.
 
Michael listened as she seemed to apologize and admit she was wrong in some way. He couldn't really get mad at her for it but he wasn't really mad in the first place, just a bit displeased and needy with the way she has been acting and ignoring him lately. Michael nodded a bit and sighed as he relaxed, looking towards her."I forgive you..But dammit Margaret you never tell me anything until you're mad at me. I might've stayed had I known you wanted me around."

For a moment or two Michael began to wonder why she was into talking with him and such all of a sudden. Did the neighbors passing really get to her that much? and if so, was it too late in his lusts to turn back? He thought about that over the next few hours of the day, all while spending time with Margaret like she wanted. But he decided he would wait another day or two before trying at Francesca again.
 
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