Escort - Under My Bed

It was getting late when my phone rang. “Hello, is this ******?” The caller asked.

“Yes, it is.” I responded to the man’s voice. In a slurred voice he asked to see me right away. That he would pay me double if I canceled my next appointment and scheduled him in.

“I’m sorry, I have someone coming in 5 minutes. Perhaps you can see me in 90 minutes?” I explained (which was the truth, I had a client downstairs about to ring the door bell).

“Okay…I see ya then.” He said.

“I’ll send you a text when I’m ready for you.” And I hung up.

75 minutes later I sent a text, “I’m ready if you’d like to come see me.”

He called once again introducing himself as “Craig”. In the phone’s background I heard his buddies laughing and talking. Craig sounded a bit drunk (middle of the week night???) but I sternly told him that he was to come ALONE if he wanted to see me at all. “I’m coming alone. My friends will just drop me off outside.”

I proceeded to give directions to a close intersection. Once he got out of the vehicle and his friends drove away I talked Craig all the way up to my place. He kept persuading me to come down and get him. “I’m not going out there to get you!” I insisted. Finally he waltzed through my front door.

Now Craig looked about 30ish, expensively dressed in a winter coat, dress suit, and black shoes. I helped him get out of the winter gear. He looked at me with droopy eyes and said in a low lingering voice, “you are so nice…”

I led him into the living room where he paid me my full fee. “Would you like to have a shower,” I asked, hoping that some running water might wake him up a little.

He agreed and I started undressing him, hanging his dress shirt and pants neatly across a sofa’s armrest. Craig’s 6’5 frame followed me into the bathroom; I turned on the shower, asked him to step in and closed the curtain behind him. While he showered I quickly recounted the fee and put it in a safe place.

When I heard the water shut off, Craig was joined by me in the washroom. “Let me dry you off.” I said as I picked up the caramel colored towel and began patting him dry. This guy was in pretty good shape. Big but not over-weight. He had dark curly hair and at that moment a very soft penis between his legs.

We moved into the bedroom. “Let me give you a tip. I just wanna give you 100…just for how beautiful you are.” I didn’t protest! He went back to his dress pant’s pocket and pulled out a THICK wad of cash! He counted out 5 twenties and handed them to me.

“Thanks!” I said and put the money away.

While standing in front of him I slipped out of my blue miniskirt and my white tank top. He was standing there just watching so I put my hand on his cock and started to gently rub it. “Don’t worry about it right now…I just want to make you happy.” He told me. Craig moved up behind me and put his arm around me, while his other hand started massaging my pussy through my pink pair of panties.

“You sure I can stay the full time? I don’t want you to schedule with anyone else. I’ll pay you upfront if you want me to.” He kept repeating this into my ear. All the while I insisted that he paid for the hour and I wasn’t planning on seeing anyone until then. “Wait, I’ve got to check my phone.” He said to me and left the bedroom to get his phone from his pant’s pocket. I watched him do this and it looked like he didn’t miss a call.

I wanted to get on with things and so again I went in for his junk. “I’m sorry it’s a bit soft right now. I just did a bit of blow tonight.”

That instant I was petrified. “Uh you mean, drugs?” I asked trying not to show my fright. “Yea…” He said and started rubbing me again from behind. I didn’t know what to do! I have never seen anyone on drugs. He was already acting weird by pacing around with the phone and talking weird. I thought he was just a bit drunk but it was worse than I suspected.

While I stood there thinking of my predicament his fingers tickled me into an intense orgasm. It hasn’t felt so good with a client since…well since the last time I got freaked out.

Side note - I don’t know how to explain this but…every single time I am terrified of a client and continue having sex with him I ALWAYS come hard. Yet I almost never come with a client under calm/normal conditions.

After I subsided, he excused himself to check his phone again!

We got on the bed and I removed the rest of my lingerie. He only wanted to lay there with me and rub my pussy. It was another five minutes before he got up again and went to the bathroom. “Please just lay here and play with yourself.” He told me. I wasn’t feeling it! I jumped off the bed and went for my phone. Craig walked back out and I hid my phone.

“Can I just do another hit in the bathroom?” He asked while pulling for his dress pants.

“No you can’t!” I said. He apologized for asking but proceeded to take his pants with him.

“Don’t take your pants with you to the washroom. You don’t need them there to pee.” He stood there thinking this over in a weird dream like state. Finally he put the pants down and walked back to the washroom. “Can you help me pee?” I heard him say.

I walked over to the washroom, “What is the problem?! Do you not have to pee?” I raised my voice and put my hands on my hips. I was freaking out about this guy but I didn’t want him to see that I was scared.

“I just wanted you here with me, that’s all.” He said with a smile and closed to door to pee. I ran for my phone and sent a text to my friend. Explaining in short what the problem was.

Craig walked out and we were back on the bed with him fondling me. I was looking at the time, wondering how I was going to get him out of here? Finally he asked me to get him hard, I stroked him to full attention and put on a condom. “Let me go on top.” He insisted.

While pumping into me he kept on asking if I liked it. “Yea I do, I like it a lot!” I assured him. “Wait, I’m going to pay you double. I want you to like it!” He pulled out of my pussy, walked out of the bedroom and grabed the stack of cash out of his pants. This time he didn’t count and just gave me a pack of bills. We got back on the bed and continued fucking. After a switch up of a few positions he blew his load.

He told me he wanted to shower and be on his way. But as I started picking up my clothes off the carpeted floor by the bed I noticed several bills lying there. These fell out of his pant pocket. I looked up at him, he was busy again looking at his phone, and in one swift motion I swept the bills under my bed.

When he left I started counting all the cash he gave me including the bills I stashed under my bed. It came to a total of $1,200. All in 1 hour of work.

I mean it was stressful but that was something! Two hours later my friend got back to me, it turned out he was out and didn’t have his phone on him. I’m happy it all worked out.