Le cortège de la découverte [Yenpointfive & Somikat]

[Somikat]

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Francesca D'Alessandro – Transsexual Escort

Hi baby, my name is Francesca! I am half Italian, half Argentinian,
and I am eager and waiting to show you a good time.

I am a very sexy, glamorous, and sophisticated TS, sensual and
passionate, friendly and understanding. If you are a discerning
gentleman with a desire to know a transwoman with distinction and
love, that's me. Come to visit me in my private apartment, or take
me out for wining & dining. Or I can to go to your hotel.

To make an appointment with me, simply call me
and we will meet for amazing fun!

Big Kisses,
Francesca

x x x x x

View Francesca's pictures!
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Services offered:
Anal giving, Anal receiving, Cum in mouth (with condom),
Deep throat, Facials, Fingering, French Kissing,
Lap dancing, Massage (with happy ending), Oral (both ways),
Rimming receiving, Role play, Shared showers.​

Age: 24
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'9" / 175cm
Stats: 42D-30-32​

Standard rates:
30 minutes: 150 (incall), 250 (outcall)
60 minutes: 250 (incall), 350 (outcall)
Additional hours: Ask
Dinner date (3 hrs): Ask
All night (12 hrs): Ask
Day & night (24 hrs): Ask

Contact Francesca today!

 

[Yenpointfive]

There were two things weighing on Alex's mind at the moment. Really, there probably should have just been one but he was dutifully ignoring the big thing. So, instead, the food for thought of the day was whether or not one should remove their wedding ring when purchasing an escort. He'd slipped it off during his lunch break, to see how it felt. The answer was weird. And while Alex wasn't terribly tanned, there was a noticeably pale loop of skin on his left ring finger. In the end he decided to keep it on. He might be cheating on his wife but he still wasn't quite enough of a bastard to pretend like he didn't have one. Oddly enough, that first bit was probably the harder decision to make. That was a wedding ring. The second question, whether or not he was really going to hire a transexual escort, seemed more or less pointless. If he'd read the full title of her post before clicking on it he'd probably have gone with someone else but he'd clicked through to her pictures before reading the post and his mind had been made up by the time he'd known her gender (though honestly it hadn't been hard to guess since most of her poses were clearly intended to keep something hidden).

The young executive climbed out of his car without any hesitation upon reaching her apartment, marveling briefly at what an escort's pay check afforded her. That alone assured her she was doing something very right. He wasn't given any trouble on the way in, not that he expected to be. Alex was handsome in that "boy next door" sort of way that switched between innocent and rebellious depending on the day. Today should have probably been the later but he was just nervous enough to force the former aspect to shine through. It was clear enough that Alex wouldn't have to pay someone for sex if he hadn't wanted to. Those boyish good looks came with bright blond hair and deep green eyes that shined. Between the car and the suit he obviously had the cash to pay for some rather nice dates too. He wasn't looking for a date though. He already had someone to love and to love him back. The problem was that she had someone else, someone who happened to live in a drawer and subsist on a diet of batteries. And his left hand was not keeping the spark alive so to speak.

He had five hundred on him. Enough for two hours no matter how they sliced it. He had agreed to pay for one and asked her to keep one other free if he should decide to make use of it. He hadn't been interested in haggling for a price on the second hour. Honestly though, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to pay before or afterward. This was, afterall, going to be a night of firsts for him. He took a deep breath and then knocked on her door. He didn't expect to wait long though. He was right on time, punctuality having been an asset in his meteoric rise through the ranks.

 

[Somikat]

As expected, the door opened promptly, and before him stood the woman whose pictures had so enraptured him. In real life she looked no less captivating, and it was quickly apparent that her beauty was real, and not attained through the manipulation of photographs. She was tall for a woman without being too tall—standing at about 5'9"—and besides her feminine beauty, her most striking feature was those large, voluptuous breasts, now held tightly in an elegant white blouse crocheted with intricate, miniature flowers. Its top buttons lay unfastened, treating Alex to an eyeful of cleavage. Below the blouse, two long, smooth legs protruded from the end of a short black mini-skirt which hung from gently curving hips, and ran down into a pair of black leather boots, whose heels added another three inches to her height.

"Hi, you must be Alex," she said by way of greeting—her words flavoured by a soft Italian accent—and the corners of her red-painted lips turned up in a warm smile. "I am Francesca. Please, come in. Make yourself at home."

She stood back from the door to let him in, closing and locking it behind him. Within her apartment was comprised primarily of a spacious living room, complete with a bookshelves, a television, and a large leather sofa. Between the latter two stood a squat, square table veneered in mahogany, and beyond—in the corner—a small dining table sat by the window, flanked by two chairs. A doorless doorway lead to the kitchen, and there were two more doors to either side: it was safe to assume that one of these lead to the bathroom, the other to the bedroom. Her apartment was neat, and so it should have been: she had tidied up after her previous client left half an hour ago, leaving her with just enough time to shower and dry her hair before Alex's arrival.

"So tell me," she said turning to her guest, and gesturing for him to sit on the sofa. "Have you been with a girl like me before?"

She smiled warmly again, and her movements were calm and graceful as she strode around the table to sit herself upon the sofa. Her first port of call was to ensure her client felt at ease, and to soothe any nerves he might have if this was indeed his first time. Francesca was—by all admissions—particularly good with débutants. She was as patient as she was graceful, and warm and friendly to boot. As she settled upon the leather she allowed one leg to cross the other, and her red lips and big, brown eyes smiled at Alex.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex was a little shocked by how tall she was. He quickly realized that it was the heels, but that still meant they were the same height for the moment. That didn't do a whole lot to make him feel like he was in charge of this situation. More accurately, he felt sort of lost. He knew what he wanted, he just wasn't quite sure what the etiquette was about getting it. At least he was in the right place though, the glance he gave her cleavage said as much. He wasn't terribly discrete about the look but then again, it would have been more surprising if he hadn't wanted a better look at her.

For the time being he let her take the lead, following her into her living room and sitting down on the couch. He spared a quick glance for the apartment, noticing how nice it was. He imagined that was both a testament to her skill at the job, as well as a business investment. Afterall, she had to keep the place nice if she was going to have paying guests here.

When she immediately asked the question he'd been expecting he originally thought he'd have a deer-in-the-headlights sort of reaction but, probably since he'd sort of been dreading the question, he instead just looked sort of sheepish. Alex came off as younger than he really was and rather cute when he was nervous. "No... I wasn't even really looking for one. I was looking at your pictures before I even read the title of your offer." He admitted, chuckling just a bit as he realized how funny that sounded aloud. "I'm not really sure how much interaction I'd like to have with it. I'm mostly here since it's been way too long since mine's got any attention... And that sounds kinda selfish when I hear myself say it..." He mused, realizing at once that one didn't tend to think of whether or not they needed to be sexually generous with an escort. He was bad at this, he concluded

 

[Somikat]

Francesca chuckled too—a more feminine sound that the one that came from Alex's throat—and though her eyebrow arched playfully, her smile was warm and designed to soothe. She had experience with first-timers, and the patience and understanding to ease them into something that must seem to them to be unnerving at first. By the end of their time together, they almost always felt more comfortable, and few left her apartment without a smile on their face, or at the very least an absence of regret.

"Wow, I am happy to hear that you like my look. Not all of my clients are as handsome as you," she purred, leaning towards him a little and letting her hand rest gently on his arm. "And you are not selfish—I am here to make you happy, and if you are happy, then I am happy," she smiled, ignoring his apprehensions about her genitalia for the time-being. If he was apprehensive about it any way, it would do no good to focus on it. After all, it was her job to please him, and she did not need his hand upon her atypical womanhood to enjoy herself.

"What can I do to make you happy, Alex? Are you comfortable? Would you like a drink—to relax? We have time, yes?" She fluttered eyelids at him and again laid a soothing smile upon him. She often offered débutants a drink, and was sure never to push them. She would be paid either way, but beyond that she knew to exercise patience with anyone who might be nervous. Whilst many men came and desired to get straight to business, there was a real woman beneath the sultry, leggy figure, and most who took the time found her to be very agreeable company.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Common sense said that she probably told every guy who walked through those doors that he was more handsome than most of her clients, but coming from Francesca he actually found himself believing it. His smile grew a little less nervous when she rested her hand on his arm. Listening to her tell him that she was here to make him happy caused him to bite his lip softly, she could probably detect the stirring in his suit pants. It had been a while and when the idea of whatever he wanted was laid out in front of him he was starting to realize that there was a whole lot he did want.

He looked her over a bit and she could see a mischievous glint in his eye. It was the sort of look that a man got when he'd picked a transsexual escort because he was looking to try something new and had just realized that he had infinite options laid out in front of him, almost all of which were new. He gave her a little grin as he made his request. "I think I'd like that drink. A bit of whiskey would be wonderful." He concluded, though the look in his eyes told her that he wasn't done speaking. Just gathering a bit of courage for the rest of what he was about to say. "I also think I'd like you to make yourself a bit more comfortable when you serve me my drink. Still not sure I'm going to take advantage of everything you have to offer, but I still want to see what I'd be saying no to... Informed decisions and all. And I can't read your tattoo on the images you posted, so that makes two things I'm curious about..." He managed a candid response just long enough to finish the request. He still seemed a bit bolder than before when confronted by the knowledge that anything he missed out on was simply because he didn't ask. He was however, clearly looking for her approval in her eyes. He didn't want to overstep his bounds so soon.

 

[Somikat]

Francesca's smile broadened—it was evident that Alex wouldn't take need too much comforting to feel himself around her, certainly not in comparison to some clients she'd served in the past. Seeming pleased with herself and with him, she stood, and her long brunette hair reached down almost to her gently curving waist.

"I think I have some whiskey in here," she told him, turning for the kitchen, disappearing for only a moment before her head peeked through the doorway again, long locks trailing towards the floor. "Then you can see what I have to offer." She smiled widely again, and her head vanished back from whence it came. She did have some whiskey, it turned out. From the couch, Alex could hear the sound of a cupboard opening and a liquor bottle being opened; the gentle splash of liquid into glass was undisturbed by any noise from outside the apartment. Either Francesca had very quiet neighbours, or the apartment was well-insulated, and well it might be, given the nature of her occupation. Her seductive figure reappeared with a glass of golden brown liquid in each hand, both of which were set on the mahogany-topped table before the sofa.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any ice," she apologised, slipping onto the leather beside him as a playful smile spread on her lips. "But I can make up for that with a little show. Would you like a dance?" She giggled, and already her fingers were between her breasts, deftly opening the remaining buttons of her blouse, which peeled away to reveal a flat stomach the same soft olive shade as the tops of her breasts. Her eyes trained themselves on Alex's, and without waiting for approval, she stood again, turning her back on him as she shrugged off the white garment and let it fall to the floor, baring the Italian words La vita è bella across the small of her back. Her hips swayed gently and she reached up to unfasten her bra, turning back to face him as she pulled it off and revealed two large, hanging orbs, perfectly rounded and topped with nipples which were neither too small nor too large.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex glanced after her as she got up, eying her ass as each step caused it to sway enticingly. If she wasn't genuinely enjoying herself she was doing a wonderful job of faking it. Whether she was excited to be several different firsts for him or simply putting on a good show for a client he found himself more at ease as he waited for her to return with his drink. He accepted it from her with a quick "thank you" and took a sip. She had good taste, he'd give her that. The familiar feeling of whiskey sliding down his throat made him feel a little bit bolder.

"I thought you'd never ask." He said with a slight grin when she offered to dance for him. He watched her baring her perfect breasts and sipped sparingly on his whiskey as she undressed for him. When she turned around his eyes drifted to her rear again before moving back up to the small of her back. It was a pity he didn't speak Italian, he mused. Not that that did anything to detract from the beauty of the show. The bulge in his pants was growing by the moment and he shifted just a bit in his seat, more for comfort's sake than anything else. When she turned back again he found himself starring at her chest, a smile spreading wider than before across his handsome features.

He patted his lap softly as he looked up into her eyes. "Come a bit closer. I want to break the no-touching rule." He told her with a little smile, referring to the rule that existed in strip clubs and certainly didn't hold any sway here. It was obvious at this point that her dance had him enthralled and she need only look down at the tent in his suit to see her new biggest fan.

 

[Somikat]

"Oh, you naughty boy," she replied, giggling at his joke and gently slapping the air between them as though to scold him. She was beginning to think that he would be one of her more enjoyable customers, though in truth, she was such an amiable person that she managed to enjoy the company of most, and that helped. At his behest, she slowly stepped forward, purposefully swaying her hips as she reached behind her, and the sound of her skirt's zip opening sounded softly in the peaceful apartment. She paused for a moment, smirked a little, and decided not to let the skirt fall just yet. Alex was a first-timer—she didn't want to take any risks in unveiling her package until he was absolutely certain.

Gracefully she slid into his lap, and where her skirt was opened the material fell away to reveal a lace thong and the uppermost portion of a round, sumptuous derrière. She allowed one arm to slink around his shoulders and on her red lips that sexy smile remained. She smiled into his eyes, and as she left him to his leisure to explore her body, she reached for her glass on the table, clinking it to his before drinking.

"To good times, yes? And pleasant first experiences."

 

[Yenpointfive]

"All work and no play apparently have that effect on me." He responded, the words coming easier as the whiskey settled in his stomach. When she began to slip off her skirt his eyes dropped down away from her breasts once more. He was waiting for her skirt to drop away at any moment but she paused, prompting him to look up at her and catch her smirk. One of his eyebrows raised as it seemed that she'd found herself an amusing game he didn't quite know the rules of just yet. When she climbed into his lap he started to get the picture. There were four hands between the two of them. Two for their drinks, one to support herself on his shoulder, and one left to do the job left undone.

He drank to her toast and gave her a little smile. "I suppose if you want something done right..." He reached up and rested his hand on her ass, fingers resting on the edge of her skirt with his thumb hooked over her thong. He gave a gentle squeeze and started to tug softly. It only lasted for the barest moment though, just enough that she could feel the skirt slide a little further. His fingers soon withdrew, resting flat against one of soft cheeks, enjoying the feel of her rear beneath his hand but not pulling her skirt away instead. She teased him, he teased her. Instead his focus returned to her breasts. With his hands occupied he had nothing to work with but his lips, a wonderful problem to have. He placed a kiss softly against one of her boobs before lightly running his tongue over her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking softly. He'd let his tongue flick against the very tip now and then as his eyes shifted up to hers, watching for her reaction.

Teasing was a skill perfected not just by practice but by patience and Alex wasn't feeling terribly patient tonight. His fingers slid around to the front of her skirt. Her gorgeous rear was already bare for the world save for her thong, but she did have a little bit extra for the garment to hang on in the front. He gently freed the skirt from her hips before throwing a glance downward out of curiosity.

Alex had been asking himself since he got here how much was genuine excitement on her part and how much was an act but he'd never really stopped to consider that in Francesca's case there would be a very clear indicator as to whether or not his teasing was having the desired effect.

 

[Somikat]

"I just wanted to see how patient you were feeling, baby," she teased in response, laughing softly at his words. She watched him as he began to pleasure her, and the way his lips and tongue played with her breasts was certainly pleasurable. She was sure that she would not need to coax him along all of the way, for there were some who came to her with desires that they themselves had trouble facing, and she would have to lead them along each step of the way, gently drawing them to what she knew they wanted—why else would they have come? Alex would not be one of those sheepish clients, no matter the sheepish grin which been on his face only minutes ago. He seemed genuinely curious, and genuinely intent on getting what he came for.

"We don't have to be patient though, do we?" All the confirmation she needed for that was in his hands, gripping her behind and teasing off her skirt as she wriggled playfully in his lap. By the time it completed its journey to the carpeted floor, his attentions had roused a stirring in her loins, and though she was not fully hard there was quite a noticeable bulge in the front of her thong—she was either growing exciting, or her hair and legs were not the only thing long about her. Alex didn't have to wait to find out, though. Assured that he was ready, she slid her fingers through his blond hair and moaned softly, biting her lip as her hips shimmied in his lap, and with her free hand she teased the lingerie down her thighs.

Long legs and long between them she was, and though not quite at the seven and half inches she was when fully erect, Francesca's sizeable member hung warm and semi-hard between her thighs as she worked her panties down over her knee-high boots, and returned her eyes to her client's face to gauge his response.

"Do you like it, baby?" she cooed in that soft Italian accent of hers, fingers slipping from the back of his head to caress the line of his jaw, her round butt still pressed against his thighs.

 

[Yenpointfive]

When her skirt slipped away Alex took the chance and looked down at her thong, grinning a bit when he saw her bulge. He'd assumed she was hard but when she slipped the underwear down he realized that he'd gotten things wrong. "Woah..." He said, a little bit shocked. He'd assumed the bulge was her getting hard when really it was just what happened when you packed such a sizable member into such a small thong. When she asked if he liked it he bit his lip for a moment. As he answered his hand slipped between her legs, gently taking hold of her balls and rolling them about in his hand as he looked back up at her. "I think I could get used to it. Just as soon as I figure out how you managed to hide it for those pictures." His finger trailed up from her sack along the length of her shaft before pulling away. Alex clearly didn't mind touching it but she could tell he was a little unsure about doing any more than that. Besides, it was plainly written on his face that he came her for something else.

"Thing is, cute as your little friend might be. I've got my eyes on a slightly different prize..." He said as his hand trailed up her thigh and came to rest softly on her rear, softly spreading her ass as he squeezed her rump. "I've never actually tried that before." He told her, excited to be trying anal for the first time, as the giving party, of course. He knew full well that the other position was on the table if he ever felt like trying it. "What do you say you lead me to the bedroom?" He asked, giving her a little grin before he finished off the last of his whiskey. She could already tell that a second glass wouldn't be necessary. It had already done its job of loosening Alex up. More than that would have been overkill.

 

[Somikat]

The escort laughed softly at his response to her 'little' surprise, and with an arm around his shoulders she raised her legs, tucked her penis between her thighs and closed them—a simple but effective way to demonstrate the act of hiding it. It was done playfully though; she could hardly assume that he wouldn't have thought of that. "Simple, yes?" She laughed again, and felt his eyes wandering to the far side of her slender, curvy hips. "Mmm, I can do that," she replied. "Should I keep the boots?"

She had found that men often liked her to keep the boots on—they had earned the moniker of 'fuck me boots' for a reason, it seemed—but not everyone was so partial to them. It was generally a good idea to offer, if she happened to be wearing them on any particular day. She stood, her leggy figure devoid of the clothing which had until recently hid from view her round, sumptuous buttocks, and the perfect orbs of her prominent breasts—not to mention the slab of feminine meat which hung between her legs.

"Come," she proffered with a smile, taking Alex by the hand and leading him to her room. Within they found a king-size bed with a window along one flank—the curtains were closed, and the overhead light on—with a mahogany night-stand in between. The wall to their left was home to wardrobe and chest of drawers, all to the right of a door which one could assume lead to an en-suite bathroom. The pièce-de-resistance of Francesca's room was on the ceiling, however: a full-length mirror, which had brought many of her customers satisfaction. She turned to him as they entered, reaching behind him to close the door over and letting her breasts press against his chest as she did.

"You like my room?" she asked, staying close to him, her eyes on his. She liked to keep her clients talking—it ensured that they were a little more comfortable—and as she looked upon him she brought one soft hand to his cheek.

 

[Yenpointfive]

He pouted a little when she proved how easy it was to hide her member. "Well, I suppose that answers that." He said with a little chuckle. When she offered to keep the boots he gave her a surprised look, though she could tell he was faking it as well as the tone of his voice. "That was an option? I know lots of people must have different tastes but I didn't think anyone would want the boots to come off..." Naturally the surprised look didn't hold up through the whole sentence and he was smiling by the end of it.

He stood beside her and let her take his hand. There was a rather wicked feeling of excitement as he realized that she was down to her boots and he hadn't so much as removed his tie. There was no surprise in seeing that the bedroom was decorated as perfectly as the rest of the apartment, though he quickly noticed that there was a mirror on the ceiling. That sort of changed his plans a bit and if she caught him glancing up at the mirror she could practically see the wheels turning in his head. Alex hadn't bothered to shut the door since he knew there was no chance of being disturbed anyway, but he didn't mind another chance to have Francesca's soft breasts pressing against his chest.

"So far, the view hasn't stopped being impeccable since I came here. Still hasn't." He answered as he started to take his tie off. He stopped halfway and gave her another one of those mischievous little grins. "I got to unwrap my presents. Wanna unwrap yours?" He asked. Sure, he could have probably undressed quicker by himself but that would have meant giving up a perfectly good opportunity to let Francesca have free run of his body for a bit, and that seemed an unthinkable waste to him.

 

[Somikat]

"Sure, baby," she purred, a playful smile creeping into the corners of her lips. She glanced down at his tie and back to him as she took it in her hand, slowly removing it and draping it around her own shoulders. She bit her lip as she began to unbutton his shirt—another thing she thought to be loved by men—and leaned down to kiss his chest as it was bared to her, before stepping around him and trailing her fingers over his torso as she went, removing his jacket and hanging on her door knob. The shirt came next—Francesca before him again, casting lusty glances over his upper body and letting her big, brown eyes catch his.

"Time for the best present?" she asked playfully—rhetorically—sinking to her knees before him as she undid his pants. A sultry smile was cast upwards toward his face as her fingers brushed his hips, curling inside pants and underwear alike to peel them down. "Oooh, baby," she cooed, and her smile was wider now, a look of genuine lust in her eyes; if she wasn't turned on by him, she was a damn good actress.

His tie still hung around her shoulders, each end draping over a full, round breast, and her hair hung down her back, thick and voluminous. She leant in to kiss his inner thigh, purposefully brushing her cheek against his manhood, and her long tongue extended to run across his flesh, trailing up his groin, over his balls and down the shaft of his cock. She certainly gave the impression of a naughty schoolgirl who was delighted with her presents, and—as if to prove it—she looked up at Alex as she wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and drew him into her mouth. It was warm and wet around him, and Francesca hummed pleasurably as she began to suck him, those red lips closed around his shaft, wide, brown eyes cast up in his direction.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex was in quite good shape underneath that jacket. For a couple of months he'd sort of assumed the drop in his sex life was due to letting himself go a little bit and had worked on getting into better shape. It hadn't really helped but at least it meant that Francesca had a nice view once she slipped off his shirt. When she sank to her knees and freed his manhood she found that he was already rock hard. Not that that should have surprised anyone. Francesca was a noticeable improvement over his left hand when it came to foreplay. When she stared at his shaft like she was transfixed he found himself grinning a bit. "I still can't tell if you're just patronizing me right now..." He mused. He knew full well that she might be but if she was she was good enough that he couldn't have possibly figured that out.

He shivered when she kissed his inner thigh, gasping as she began to run her tongue over his member. His eyes remained locked on hers as she took the lead. What good would it do him to order her about anyway? She knew what she was doing and a conversation at this point would have been a tragic waste of perfect lips. Instead he simply rested one hand on her head, lightly brushing his fingers through her gorgeous locks as she began to suck his shaft. Alex bit his lip at first to keep quiet but as she began to hum around his shaft he let out a soft moan of pleasure. "You are fantastic at this..." He purred delightedly. When he thought about it, it sort of made sense that she knew exactly where her tongue would do the most damage. Alex's cock wasn't very different than her own. Probably about half an inch longer and maybe a bit thicker, but she still gave him close competition in the size department.

 

[Somikat]

Francesca's expertise stemmed as much from daily practise as from her own intimate knowledge of the gland, though certainly it helped that she knew which spots drew the most pleasure. She hit all of them as she began to bob her head, sucking Alex's tip and the topmost portion of his shaft, and dragging her tongue sensually along the sensitive area where the two joined. Her movements were slow and deliberate, designed more for lingering pleasure than for a quick release, and as she gazed up at him with those big brown eyes—her red lips stretched wide around his girth—she silently mused over the fact that he was easily one of her more attractive clients of late. It had crossed her mind earlier, and though she was quite professional in her approach to work, his boyish good looks made it rather pleasurable to have his stiff manhood between her lips.

Alas, not all of her clientèle were so good-looking, and at times sex became as tedious a chore as any other form of employment. Through it all she had to play up that she was interested—that she was enjoying it—but today she'd had a rather quiet day, and she was in the mood for enjoying herself a little. With the right customer, her job was hardly a job at all, save for the fact that she was left with a pretty sum of cash when it was all over.

She winked in response to his praise, and gave her head a little twist to emphasise the dragging of her tongue against the underside of his cock. One hand was upon his hip—her thumb gently caressing his flesh—and the other was curled around the base of his shaft, tugging him smoothly and in unison with the bobbing motion of her head—of her warm mouth sliding along his shaft.

 

[Yenpointfive]

The twist of her tongue around his cock prompted a delighted groan from her client. Between her hands and her tongue he was in Heaven, plain and simple. Pre beaded at the tip of his shaft only to be instantly whipped away by her talented tongue. He got the feeling that she could have judged when he would have reached his climax nearly as easily as he could and wouldn't have to worry about her trying to bring an end to their fun too quickly. Still, where endurance could continue a while longer, patience was waning. Alex had a prize in mind and it was currently resting against her calves while she knelt on the ground. His hand brushed across her cheek and his hips rocked back slightly, drawing his manhood away from her lips till just the tip was pressed against them.

"I hate to cut your performance short but if you keep up like that I'll be of a mind to let you finish what you started. And I'd hate to pass up a new treat for an old favorite." He said as he drew away from her to sit down on the edge of her bed. "I sort of get the feeling you're going to make this into an exquisite show, so I was thinking that you could take your seat on my lap and then we could both watch." He said, motioning up to the ceiling. The position that Alex was thinking of was reverse-cowgirl and if she was of the mind to ride his cock it would allow both of them to lean back and watch her give Alex his first try at anal. Whatever nervousness the whiskey hadn't solved, Francesca's lips had obliterated. Right now Alex didn't have a care in the world save for her wonderfully build rear.

 

[Somikat]

"Whatever you want," she replied with a playful smile, and as she stood her shaved, feminine cock stood noticeably more erect between her sumptuous thighs. "Your desires are mine," she told him, and gracefully she strode to her night-stand, the heels of her boots sinking noiselessly into the carpet as she went. That mirror was quite popular amongst her clientèle, so she was no stranger to the position Alex wanted to take her in. From the drawer she removed a tube of lubrication and a box of condoms, one of which she tossed in his direction.

"Would you like me to prepare you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and nodding towards his long, stiff cock. Already she was going through familiar motions, popping open the tube and squeezing a drop onto one finger, which promptly disappeared behind her, smearing the substance across her asshole to prepare herself for his sizeable member. Once his manhood was sheathed in latex, she knelt beside him once more and this time it was her hand alone which pleasured him, stroking his length to cover it in a thin layer of gel. The tube was closed and dropped beside them on the bed—with his size, there was always the chance that they would need a little more—and then she was standing, hips swaying teasingly before him, her own cock swaying in tandem.

She turned and bent forward, one hand pulling her cheeks apart to show him what he would be enjoying. As her testicles dangled between parted thighs, she pressed one still slick finger into her puckered hole, and then eased in a second, stretching herself and cooing softly. And then all the waiting was over... she backed up, parted her legs wider so that they were either side of Alex's, and—with a hand around his shaft for guidance—she slowly eased herself onto his cock.

 

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Alex was glad to see that she was getting into this as well. He didn't need to hear or believe that he was the greatest client she'd ever had or some sort of sex god, he just wanted to believe that she was actually enjoying her job tonight. He caught the box of condoms when she tossed it over to him, already opening one up and slipping it onto his cock. "I think you've probably got a better idea how much lube this is going to take. And I don't imagine you'd enjoy having me guess wrong." He answered. He understood that he was rather well endowed but then again, so was she. He rather wondered how many clients had planned on taking her cock and then chickened out when they realized that feminine little Francesca wasn't little at all where it counted.

He watched as she coated hi shaft with the gel, groaning softly from the feeling of her talented fingers. When she stood back up her cock was right about eye level for him and she stood there a bit longer than she needed to swaying her hips. He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, not so much concerned about what she might be trying as much as unsure. "If you're expecting me to pay a toll you're going to be waiting a while." He told her playfully, not planning on sucking her off any time soon. Though he had to admit, her previous performance made it look rather enticing.

When she bent forward and gave him a wonderful view of her rear he started to understand why rimming had been a popular enough practice to list on her ad. He may not have been about to slip his tongue up her tight pucker but he could certainly see why plenty of guys would want to. Watching her fingers disappear inside of her only made him want her more and he didn't have long to wait. He bit his lip as she took her position and still wound up groaning in pleasure as she sank down onto his cock, his whole body going stiff as he felt the head of his manhood force its way into her tight ass. "I knew it was supposed to be tighter but damn..." He muttered, reaching up and cupping her breasts softly in his hands. He adjusted his position to make things a bit easier for her and found himself looking up at the mirror to get a better view of her. "God you look fantastic..." He purred into her ear as he watcher her sliding down onto his cock.

 

[Somikat]

Francesca groaned as her sphincter gave way around the head of Alex's cock, and inch-by-inch felt him sink into the warm cavity of her ass. The sensations were tight for him—filling for her—as her ring stretched around him, her inner walls hugging his head and shaft as more and more of his hard member slid into her.

Roughly half of him was embedded in her when she lifted herself and again pushed down on his manhood, gradually taking more and more of it up her ass until she was no longer crouching over him, but sitting in his lap. Her thighs were soft and warm against his, her round cheeks pressed against his groin, and his rigid cock was buried to the hilt in that wonderfully tight orifice. She hummed pleasurably and slowly began to grind herself upon his lap, rolling her hips and massaging his length with the movements of her lust-inspiring body. She felt him move inside her, moaned again and at length lay herself back against his chest, long, luxuriant strands of her brunette hair cascading down his torso. She raised her arms and linked them behind his neck, and in the mirror above her large breasts hung like perfect orbs upon her chest—topped with stiff nipples—and she was stiff between her thighs too; her erect cock stood tall and proud, moved by the one around which her anus was stretched with that familiar, pleasant discomfort.

"Mmmm... fuck me, Alex," she purred, and still her buttocks ground slowly and seductively against his lap.

 

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Alex's view slipped back from the mirror to her soft ass as she sank down onto his member, each inch that disappeared from his view adding to his pleasure and, he hoped, to hers. A glance up at the mirror was all it took for him to realize that she was enjoying this as well. His fingertips teased her stiff nipples as she began to rock herself against him, drawing a moan from him as well as herself. Having her lay back against him left her whole body on display for him and he held her close for a moment to enjoy the view.

When she begged for him to fuck her the response took a moment. Alex wasn't used to this position or to anal but it seemed fitting to dive right in. He pulled back away from her, drawing his shaft out until only a few inches were left inside of her before thrusting back in quickly, putting his muscular frame to good use. More thrusts followed quickly after the first as he worked out a rhythm, shifting his position just a bit as his hips sounded a nice smack when they reached her ass that made him shiver. He was certainly a little bit rougher than he had to be but with her tight hole driving him wild it was hard not to be.

With every thrust he could see Francesca's fat cock bobbing between her gorgeous thighs. Before he even had a chance to think about it his hand had trailed down over her stomach and wrapped around her member. He began to stroke her shaft in time with his thrusts and turned out to be very good at it. Then again, he had been relying on his hand for a couple of years now and with her in this position it was basically the same as jerking off, though he teased her a bit more than he probably would himself, his thumb rubbing softly over her sensitive cock head

 

[Somikat]

Gasping at the suddenness of his thrusts, the escort's face cringed at his over-zealous exertions, and her body writhed atop his as she fought the intensity of the sensations throbbing around her tight ring. She groaned and bit her lip, but her body's movements only seemed to encourage her lusty companion. He felt her fingers curl through his hair and grip it, and to make things a little easier she brought her feet up to rest on his knees, her torso flat against his as they lay upon her bed, gazing up at the sight of his stiff cock slamming into her tight, sensitive hole.

Her grunts and gasps sounded close to his ear, her body moving atop his—naked flesh again naked flesh. Her cock was hard and warm in his grasp, but smooth to the touch, and as he stroked her, her foreskin rolled back away from the tip. Her breath was heavy, her chest tight, and it took some concentration to relax the muscles around his invading member, whose rough thrusts enticed her body into constricting. Whatever about Alex's lack of panache, there was an intensity about the way he took her, which drew no shortage of hot, breathy, carnal noises from the Italian's throat. Her back arched over him, her fingers pulled at his blond locks, and her ass clung tightly to the cock which plunged into her depths.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex realized that he was being a bit rough with her, but she wasn't asking him to stop or slow down. He told himself that he would have been more gentle with her if she had asked but honestly, even he knew there was a chance this was already too far gone. He groaned as she rested her feet against his knees, those heels of hers digging into him. He was hardly in any position to complain. He shuddered as she tugged at his hair, a pleasured groan issuing from beside of her as one hand massaged her breasts while the other worked sinfully quick over her cock, teasing her tip with with one finger before stroking it down her whole length.

Alex was vaguely aware of what would happen if he hit her prostate but wasn't so much aiming for that as following the sound of her voice. He was a quick learner by any definition and listening to those wonderful noises she was making lead him to adjust his technique. She got louder, he kept his hips in that position a little bit longer, holding her back against his torso while he teased her nipples so that he could find the spot that'd make her cry out in pleasure. He'd told himself that it was okay if she was faking it, that he knew she'd act like she was enjoying herself one way or the other but that wasn't the case anymore. Alex was craving some reassurance that he was as good as he thought he was, that the lull in his sex life hadn't been for a lack of capability. Alex wanted to see Francesca's spurting her load and he wanted to be the one to make her do it.

 

[Somikat]

Alex's attention to Francesca's every reaction was not in vain, and the escort was soon squirming upon his member, bucking her hips against his thrusts as he buried himself in her time and again. It hadn't taken too long for her to loosen up—for the discomfort to fade to more pleasurable sensations—and his cock found her prostate with enough regularity to have her gasping, and groaning ardently as he fucked her. Her own cock was rock hard in his grasp, and it slid smoothly in his hand as she rode him.

"Mmmph... oh fuck, Alex..." She groaned again, grinding her buttocks down onto his lap, feeling his thrusts reach deep within her, curling her toes against his knees. Her anus gripped and grasped his shaft as it slid into her again and again, her warm walls tight around his head. In the mirror he could see her head lolled back against his shoulder, her lower lip alternately curling between her teeth and parting from the top one in shuddering gasps, which often came delayed, her mouth gaping silently before her moans quivered up her throat and sounded, joining the choir of carnal calls in the air, and mingling with the sound of two hot, lusty bodies writhing and slapping together. Her cock twitched in his hand, her pleasures as strained as her breathing.