I checked Frontpage on Monday morning and there was a new girl, Tayla. I don’t like the name. Sounds like a Valley Girl. As in, La Trobe.
The ad says she is tiny with a curvy figure and a cute face. Her generous ass looks great in the photos and she has a tiny waist. Just my type.
I text her at 10.35 and get a booking for half an hour at 11.30 at the usual Place.
When she opens the door, she has a robe on that is like a big grey cardigan. Her hair is auburn and wavy. It is medium length and un-styled and not particularly flattering. Her face is not what I expected. I don’t know what I expected. I would not say her face is cute. Her face is very much the girl next-door, but in a good-looking way. Her face narrows in a V-shape to her chin. I like that. Her eyes squint into a shy smile as she waves me in. The first impression is similar to Mia, but she looks nothing like Mia. There is something familiar about her face. Later, I realise that she reminds me of a girl-next-door version of Donna Hayward in Twin Peaks.
She leads me past two phone girls in the living room to the bedroom. I give her the $140 and she leaves me to undress. My first thought is that I cannot come on her face. She looks too no-nonsense. Serious and intelligent and demure. Even if she let me do it, she would resent it and I would see it in her eyes and choke. I try to look on the bright side. I’ll save a hundred bucks. I have only taken off my shoes and socks when she comes back.
“That was quick.” I finish stripping and she takes off the cardigan but leaves her black lace undies on.
“How has your morning been, so far?” she asks, as she sprays oil on me from the pump bottle.
“Bit of a quiet start. How about you?” She rubs my back firmly with her palms. She is untrained, but not lacking in confidence. Her ass feels lovely and warm, pressed against my hip as she sits beside me on the edge of the bed.
“Same.”
“You’re nice and warm.”
“Finally. It’s been hard to get warm in here this morning.” Silence.
I decide to do more than usual to hold up my end of the conversation. She looks like a normal, intelligent girl. She is not good looking enough to get a lot of male attention with her clothes on. With that hair and some loose-fitting clothes to hide her figure, she would not get a second look from anybody in the street. I assume she’s lacking in confidence.
“Are you studying?”
She tells me a bit about her course. She wants to help people. It could be a fake bio, but it sounds convincing.
“Yeah, you need to be pretty passionate about helping people to do something like that. I work for one of the banks, so I’m from the dark side.” She laughs.
“I thought about being an accountant early on, because I was good at maths.”
“Nah, you don’t want to be an accountant.” She likes that I have validated her decision and she is kneading into my muscles affectionately, like she is enjoying it. I’m enjoying it. The ice is breaking. Her ad says that she has experience as a sugar baby and you can tell that, even though this is presumably her first day with the 140 Club, she knows how to become intimate with a stranger.
She turns around and starts doing my legs. I let her go for it. Wasted effort in my book. Unless you’re going to make a teasing play for the tackle from behind – which she doesn’t.
“So, are you a Game of Thrones fan?” I ask. I’m really doing her job for her. She falls into silence at the end of every exchange. She’s probably an introvert. So am I. This doesn’t come easy for me either.
“Yeah,” she says, hesitantly, “but I’ve only watched the first 5 seasons, so I’m not up-to-date.”
“I’m up-to-date, but I won’t talk about it if you’re not, ‘cos I don’t want to spoil it for you. You’ve got some good viewing ahead. I liked season 7 more than I like this one.”
“Yeah, my housemate keeps telling me to watch it. He can’t believe I haven’t.” A “he” housemate. I wonder if that’s code for boyfriend. We chat on briefly, but there is nowhere to go. We must be near the 10-minute mark by now.
“Do you mind if I turn over?”
“Sure. Not at all.” The words are more convincing than her tone. I flip. Then, as if she realises her tone needs explanation, “You’re my first customer. I’ve never done this before.”
“I wondered if today was your first day. I haven’t seen your ads before.” She screws up her face in an embarrassed smile and looks away. “Don’t worry, I’m an easy first customer.” She looks back and smiles again, but she can’t maintain eye contact and looks away again. I feel relaxed and comfortable in spite of her discomfort. But I feel sorry for her and I want her to relax. We’re not going to get through everything I want to do this morning if she doesn’t relax. “My hands are freezing. You won’t want me touching you.” I rub them against my chest to warm them up. I reach over and touch her lovely full thigh and she feels very warm. “Oh. Still too cold.” I take them back and rub them again and she smiles and laughs nervously. I think she appreciates the consideration.
She starts to rub oil on my thighs. She keeps looking back at my face. I am staring at her constantly and she is embarrassed each time she looks back and our eyes meet. She smiles and turns away. She’s a shy one. It’s cute. I caress her thigh and her curvy hip and her tiny waist. My cock is getting fatter, rather than harder. Her technique is not bad, but there is not enough lube.
“You probably need more oil for that.” She grabs more oil and I get harder in her hand. She smiles. She is looking at my cock as she pumps it. She has a small hand and my cock fills her fist and then some. But I am still rubbery rather than hard.
I run my left hand up the outline of her figure.
“You have such beautiful skin.” She does. It is plump and firm and smooth and hairless and clear.
“Thank you.” Then I touch her right boob through the coarse lace of her bra. “Do you want me to take this off?” She looks at me directly and there is the first hint of sexiness and confidence.
“Yes please.” She slips it off and she has lovely little boobs. Nice volume and shape. They are probably A-cups, but they look more like B-cups on her petite frame.
“Ooh, piercing.” Her right nipple is pierced.
“Yeah,” she says, holding herself in that way a woman does when she is proudly displaying her breasts and looking down at them at the same time. “I’m getting the other one pierced in a couple of weeks.”
I reach up and touch the pierced one. It is a nice big hard button. The left one is soft.
“Is it more sensitive?” She looks down at it, watching me rub it with the pad of my thumb.
“Not really.” She looks back at me. The shyness is dissipating. “It’s just permanently hard. Because of the bar.”
“Yeah, I can see.” She tries to return her attention to my cock as she keeps pumping me throughout. I open my palm and rub the tip of her teat in a circular motion – barely grazing it with the centre of my palm. She tosses her head back with a shiver of pleasure.
“Your hand feels really nice.” She looks down again and I smile up at her, but hers is the steady, sullen gaze of lust. She doesn’t smile back.
“I love playing with nipples. I’m glad you like it.” I reach up with the other hand and give the soft left nipple the same treatment. It swells up so big and hard that it’s surprising. Her nipples look like they belong on bigger boobs.
I run my left hand back down over her figure and caress her lovely big hip. My hand catches on the narrow waistband of her panties.
“Do you take these off too?”
“Sure.” She stands up and drops her dacks. When she gets back on the bed, she is standing up on her knees with them slightly parted. Her pose seems like an open invitation.
“Can I touch you?” She nods. I reach across with my right hand and start rubbing her pussy with my thumb. It is not an ideal position for either of us and she bends awkwardly to keep wanking me. After a minute, I suggest a change. “Why don’t you lie down beside me and get comfortable?”
She lies down and I prop myself up on my left elbow and embrace her. My face hovers over hers.
“Do you kiss?” She nods, with her eyes closed, and puckers. I kiss her. My lips are a bit dry and hers are not much better. I get the impression she is nervous and reticent. I keep pecking gently and affectionately. I move my left forearm under her shoulders and wrap my right arm around her and hold her. She is warm and soft and she seems to like being held because she relaxes a bit and her lips soften and her kiss becomes lovely. There is the faint taste of a cigarette on her breath. But not a recent one. I pull away.
“I’m sorry, my lips are a bit dry.” I wet them and kiss her again and that is much better. The ice is melting. We peck and pull and play with each other’s lips. I kiss her cheek and her neck and she arches her head back and she really seems to be enjoying this. I put my fingers between her legs and explore her pussy and prise her soft lips apart and . . .
“Ohhhhh!” She is so wet. She reacts with a shy smile. “Someone likes her new job.” She giggles and tries to bury her head sideways into the pillow with embarrassment. But I keep kissing her cheek and her neck and her nipple and I start rubbing her clit and she writhes in pleasure. She has her left hand reaching down to my cock and she keeps wanking me, but her movement is restricted by our bodies on either side. My erection throbs in her hand, but it is as much from holding her beautiful little body in my arms and her enthusiastic kiss and her slippery wetness, as it is from her hand job. I moan and grind my cock into her fist as I rub her clit and she tenses and arches her head back. When she relaxes, a smile breaks her serene face. She looks like she’s having fun.
She pumps faster and I rub faster and we kiss urgently as if this is a race to see who can make the other come first. I’m confident I can hold out longer than her. I hold her and squeeze her against me and she hugs me back. I kiss her neck and bite her nipple and her wetness flows. She keeps wanking me. I groan and fuck her hand and for a moment it seems to both of us that I’m going to lose this race. But I hit a plateau.
“Why don’t you relax and let go of me for a few minutes and we’ll focus on you for a bit?”
“But then I’ll feel like I’m not doing my job.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m here to have fun and making you wet is a lot of fun for me.” She shrugs and relaxes and spreads her legs slightly further apart, with her knees bent and her feet flat on the mattress. She has a big tattoo on her left thigh. A garland of roses in blue ink. I dip my fingers down into her hole and it is oozing and her vulva is all puffy. “Oh my god, Tayla.” I hug her and spread her wetness up over her clit and she moans and submits to my kiss and it feels like we are lovers. For all her shyness, I cannot remember a girl giving herself up to me so completely so quickly. She is very turned on and very wet and we kiss hungrily.
“Can I put my finger inside you?”
“Mmmnn,” she hums into my lips as she attacks my mouth again. I slide my finger into her hole and it is a gorgeous puffy hot mess. The walls of her vagina crowd my finger on all sides. She is small and I force my long finger in deep and she squirms on it and hugs me tight while kissing me and pushing her cunt hard against my fist, as if she cannot get me far enough up there. I withdraw and slide it in deep again and finger fuck her slowly while we hug and kiss. Then I use my slimy finger to rub her clit and we get down to the serious business of making her come. She tenses and tenses. I love hugging that gorgeous little curvy body. Her skin is so soft and beautiful.
“You are fucking gorgeous, Tayla,” I almost moan it into her ear. There is something about her. The feel of her. And a fuckin’ truck load of chemistry.
“Thanks.” Her voice almost fails her.
I kiss her neck and bite her nipple again. She seems to love that and I bite harder and harder. Time seems to slow down as she arches her back and quivers. The orgasm starts and she just stays arched and trembling for ages. She half relaxes and I think maybe I didn’t get there, because there was no violent bucking. But as I keep rubbing, she tenses again and it’s clear that she is still in it. Her body is wracked with pleasure and she keeps shuddering quietly, gasping quietly and cracking a smile every now and again as if it is heavenly torture. It goes on for so long that I begin to wonder if she is multi-orgasmic and we have gone straight from the first one into the second. But then she winces as if it is excruciating and I rub down into her hole and up though her puffy wetness and she finally relaxes as it ends.
“Wow. That was fun,” I say.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she purrs contentedly. It’s an odd thing for her to say.
“You did come, didn’t you?” She turns and looks at my lips and gives a single nod and kisses me.
“Mmmmmm.”
I give her a hug and she hugs me back. She feels so good. We keep hugging and kissing for a few minutes as she recovers. She reaches down and starts wanking me as we lie there kissing. It feels good and I start fucking her fist again. I am still erect. She smiles at my reaction. We keep going for a few minutes and I am lost in pleasure. It is so wonderful to touch her and to kiss her and to be touched. I caress her gorgeous arse.
“You have the best arse.”
“Thanks.” It is the same short response for all my compliments, but she grins this time as if she appreciates it. “I’m sorry. I’m not very good at taking compliments.”
“I like to give credit where credit’s due.” I caress that beautiful arse and it feels big and firm and smooth and round. There is something unbelievably sexy about the feel of the steep curve from her broad hip to her tiny waist.
She pumps too fast and tires. I suggest she change positions. As she moves, her crotch yawns at me and I reach between her legs. She is still swollen and dripping.
“Wow. You’re still very wet.” She smiles and shrugs in a girl-can’t-help-it kind of way.
“Can I eat your pussy?”
“Yeah, sure.” She seems mildly surprised and almost disinterested. Perhaps she thinks I’ve got no chance of making her come again in the 5 minutes left on the clock.
She lies down and I start licking. I lick down into her hole first. I want to drink that pussy juice that I could feel running all over my fingers. She is salty and yummy. Then I lick her clit firmly and she responds. I clutch her little waist and it feels lovely and soft and narrow. I keep licking slowly and firmly and she tenses and tenses, but then relaxes.
I reach up and start playing with her nipples. She is so short that they are easily within reach. I pinch hard and she reacts. I pinch harder and lick harder. I want to push her over the edge quickly.
She tenses and looks down. Her orgasm builds and builds. I worry that I will tire, but I manage to keep up the necessary pace. She adjusts the angle of her pelvis and pushes her clit into my mouth and I suck on her as well as licking. She looks down and gasps and throws her head back and groans as if she can’t stand it. She keeps trembling and I’m not quite sure if she is hovering on the edge, or if this is it.
She twitches and groans quietly and then she finally starts bucking into a full-blown orgasm with her back arched and her head pushing back into the pillow. I keep licking and licking. She keeps writhing and shuddering, but she is noiseless now. I suspect she doesn’t want to be heard by the phone girls outside. It keeps going for longer than the first one. It seems very intense. We pass beyond the point where she might have said, “stop! that’s excruciating” and I am wondering again if she is multi-orgasmic and wants me to keep going. But we haven’t got time for that. I lick down into her juicy hole and back up over her puffy vulva and she lets out a long sigh. I crawl up beside her.
“Did you like that?”
“I did,” she says in a dazed sort of way. I kiss her with her juices all over my face. She kisses me back. She doesn’t say anything more and I feel disappointed. I thought my skill and effort were worthy of praise. Especially under time pressure. Perhaps she’s speechless. We kiss and cuddle for a bit longer. She hugs and kisses me with what seems like genuine affection and gratitude. I accept all that in lieu of compliments.
“I’ve got one last request.”
“Yeah. What?”
“Can I come on your face?”
“Shooorrrr,” she sighs. It is a lovely languid reaction. As if it is a favour she is happy to do because I’ve earned it. “But I have to keep my eyes closed,” she adds, smiling sheepishly, as if that’s some admission of weakness.
“Of course.”
She starts wanking me again. I hug her and caress her ass. But after only a minute, there is a loud knock on the door. She stops wanking me.
“Sorry. That’s time. Time’s up.” I sit up.
“Just give me 60 seconds more to finish.” I stand off the bed and ask her to join me on the floor. She is unsure, but then gets into position on her knees. She settles on her heels with her face under my cock. Her lovely ass sticks out behind her and her face looks more beautiful from above. She looks surprisingly relaxed and comfortable about receiving my load on her face. So much for my thinking she would resent it. The idea that she wants it pushes me over the edge. My orgasm starts to build and my body shudders.
The first few spurts just dribble and spit out without flying very far. They drip on her lips and her chin and drop onto her tits and her thighs. Mostly her thighs. The fifth one arcs on to her nose. I’m usually past the peak on five, but the sixth one flies up and lands on her forehead. Seven and eight go on her cheek and her nose and the last few shots pulse out onto her lips again. It was a good big load, but it didn’t spurt far.
“Thank you, Tayla.” I am relieved. I put that pressure on myself at the end to come in 60 seconds, but I did it. That was a good effort.
I turn and grab a tissue for myself from the bedside table. When I turn back to hand her the box, she is already standing on the bed. Her left thigh is glazed in cum. It almost covers her bunch of roses. She wipes her face and complains about how much there is. She grabs more tissues.
“Thanks, Tayla. That was great fun. I’ve never had a first session like that before. And your first customer too. Well done! That was sensational.” She tries to contain herself with a modest smile, but pride bursts out of her with a laugh.
I go to get my clothes and she reminds me that I owe her some money. I pay her the extra hundred. She offers me a shower and I rinse off her juice and the oil and my sticky cum. I chuckle to myself in the shower. First date. Half an hour. Three orgasms. That was sensational.
I knock and she asks me to wait. I hear some other punter being shown out by another girl. Then Tayla appears. She is beaming. She looks much prettier when she smiles like that.
“Hopefully, I’ll see you again soon.”
“You will. See you next time. Thanks, Tayla.”
There is a guy waiting for the lift. He’s the other punter. He shifts restlessly and looks away. He feels ashamed, but I don’t. I’m still aloft from that performance. The shy girl came twice for her first customer and then she let me come all over her face. That’s what I wanted to do, and I did it all in our first half hour together. I think we nailed it.
