Rouven felt a little strange as he walked through the luxurious foyer of the hotel. He knew it was nonsense, but he had the impression that the eyes of those present were following him. This ambience was not for him; under normal circumstances, he would not even be able to afford half a room in a hotel like this ... and not even for half a night. However, the circumstances were not normal. He had a job to do here. And even though he wasn't wearing a sign saying "call boy" anywhere, of course, he felt as if everyone could see what he wanted here ...
Irene was waiting somewhere on the third floor; that was all he knew. The agency had only given him her first name and room number. Rouven took a deep breath. He got into the elevator, pressed the appropriate button and waited. Next to him stood women in elegant clothes and men in expensive suits. He himself was wearing jeans and a black sweater. Although the boss of the call boy agency had told him to present himself appropriately and attractively to the customers, Rouven didn't have a single suit. So his clothes had to be appropriate enough. Apart from that, he also thought it was ridiculous to go to a sex job and look like a manager on his way to a business meeting.
He still didn't really know where he stood on the whole thing. On the one hand, he was happy to meet the demands of the exclusive escort agency. He had been toying with the idea of earning a little extra money through sex for a while, but he had hesitated because he didn't really know how to go about it. When he had stumbled across an advertisement for this company, which was aimed at the female sex, he had contacted them without further ado and asked if there was any demand for men. The lady on the phone had sounded reserved, expressly pointing out to him that they had high expectations of the men who were to be placed ... appearance, demeanor and so on and so forth ... Rouven hadn't let up, however, and had managed to secure at least one interview. After that, the agency didn't let him hear back for quite a while. He had almost given up on the idea of making a lot of money as a callboy when the phone rang and a nice female voice asked if he had time the following evening for a regular customer whose usual escort was unfortunately already fully booked. Rouven had happily agreed. However, the euphoria did not last long.
Even though the basic idea that sex was fun and that it would be the perfect deal to get a lot of money for it was still there, the first doubts were now creeping in. Only now, on the way to Irene, did Rouven realize that he had no idea what to expect. After all, it was a complete stranger he was about to spoil, and there was a chance that he might not like her at all. However, backing out was also out of the question. He needed money, he had been given the unique opportunity to be placed through such a renowned agency ... now he would go through with it. And he would have fun doing it, Rouven decided. This was simply about sex.
Smiling, he knocked on the door with the ornate, golden 318. His heart was pounding and he could feel his fingers trembling. Nevertheless, he made an effort to keep a calm expression on his face. He wanted to look as confident and professional as possible. When the door opened, he took a step back. The woman standing in front of him was so much shorter than he was that he needed the distance to be able to look her in the face. She had obviously been over 40 for some time and was therefore a good deal older than he was. That was precisely why he was surprised at how attractive she was. Why does someone like that have to pay for it, he thought automatically as he felt her gaze flit over his body. Only then did she open the door to the room invitingly and invite him in.
"I've already been told that Tom doesn't have time for me today," she began in a warm, dark voice that didn't at all match her petite appearance. "But it seems to me that you're a worthy replacement." She grinned cheekily at him at these words. Rouven swallowed. What could he say to that? Of course he knew how good-looking he was and what effect his dark hair and blue eyes had on women. Nevertheless, he would probably have to prove his true qualities first. But how did he start now? He had no idea whether she expected him to get straight to the point ... or whether he should wait for what she wanted as a service provider, as he called it in his mind.
"You have no idea what to do next, it seems to me." That provocative smile on her pretty face again. Waiting, she stood in front of him, still looking at him as intensely as before. Slowly, she began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Rouven stared intently at the pale skin that was revealed underneath, the white lace bra that she was now showing him. Without him wanting it, the blood rushed to his abdomen. He felt his penis erect. His biggest worry, whether his best piece would let him down in a situation like this, was now a thing of the past.
"What do you say you help me?" The blouse fell to the floor. Irene's breasts were small, but firm despite her age. Dark nipples gleamed through the light-colored lace. Rouven didn't need to be told twice. His member pushed against the fabric of his jeans. Apart from this job, he had always liked it when a woman knew what she wanted. He liked it when he was asked. He stepped up to her and hesitantly began to stroke her. His hands wandered over her warm skin, feeling the soft mounds, before he unhooked the clasp of the bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Hard, aroused buds stood out, which he carefully took between his thumb and forefinger. Irene sighed softly. Rouven noticed that her eyes were closed. Growing bolder, he unzipped the skirt. The fabric fell to the floor. He was surprised to see that his customer wasn't wearing any panties. Without the skirt, she suddenly stood stark naked in front of him; her pubis was clean-shaven, no hair disturbed the attractive sight. Lust pulsed through Rouven's veins. This was exactly how he liked it.
He pushed her towards the bed. She allowed herself to be directed passively, obviously wanting to be pampered. At least she made no attempt to undress him or touch him in any other way. She obediently lay down on the wide hotel bed. Lasciviously, she pulled her legs up to push herself further back on the sheet. Her heels braced themselves on the mattress and she casually opened her thighs so wide that he could look directly at her rosy, glistening pussy. Rouven bit his lip. As if from far away, he heard the quiet question: "Don't you want to take your clothes off too?" He hurriedly stripped off his clothes and threw them aside. His penis bobbed rock-hard in front of his abdomen and elicited an applause from his customer when she looked at it.
He knelt on the bed with her, pushing her invitingly open legs further apart. The aroma of her lust rose to his nose, fanning his desire further. This wasn't just a customer - Irene was an extremely erotic, attractive woman who openly wanted sex! He lowered his head into her lap. She moaned. Rouven lay down on his stomach and slid his arms under her hips. While he held her tightly, he began to explore her pubic area with his lips and tongue. He took his time, caressing her so tenderly and sensitively that she soon began to move her pelvis restlessly. She wanted more, but Rouven refused to be disturbed. He circled her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sucking it gently into his mouth before he interrupted again and returned to her hot entrance, from which more and more of her creamy love juice was oozing out.
"Oooh, yes, you're doing well ..." The woman in his arms slowly lost control. Rouven himself was also getting hotter and hotter. His hard cock rubbed against the mattress beneath him and caused him to shiver with pleasure, giving him goose bumps. He had to restrain himself and remember that this was primarily about Irene's pleasure - after all, she was the one paying. Nevertheless, he was already so far gone that he would have loved to slide right into her. His tongue danced faster on her hotspot, his grip on her pelvis tightened. She twitched and squirmed as she raced towards her climax. Unrestrained, she let herself fall into her lust, cheering him on with such dirty words that he had never heard from a woman's mouth before. When she came, she cried out. Rouven gasped. He was glad for the break she gave him while she paused for a moment to regain her composure. At that moment, he couldn't have guaranteed anything ...
"I knew you would. You're worth every penny," Irene purred in his ear a few minutes later. Her warm breath tickled him. She had freed herself from his grip and was now snuggling up to him. Flashes of pleasure flashed through his body as she playfully grabbed his hard-on and massaged it lightly. "I love it when a man is so beautifully built. And as hot as you are right now. But you'll have to hold back a little ... I've only just started." This announcement alone ensured that Rouven's excitement level continued to rise inexorably. Irene, however, took no notice of this. She seemed to get a real kick out of his desperation, because she quickly straightened up and knelt over him, smiling. Her wet pussy hovered over his twitching strap. Her aroused nipples rubbed across his chest. She looked down at him.
Again Rouven realized how lucky he was with this good-looking first customer. Her dark hair framed her narrow face with gray eyes, which, although there were a few wrinkles, was still beautiful to kiss. "I hope you've been warned that my lover has a lot to live up to. I'm insatiable ..." Her voice sounded provocative. Slowly, her pelvis circled over his best piece, her wetness touching his glans. Almost as if in slow motion, she settled down on him. Rouven let out a guttural gasp as his part disappeared inside her. She was wonderfully tight and soaking wet from his oral arts. She tensed her muscles tightly, pulling him as deep inside her as she could. He concentrated. Rouven had to use all his self-control not to ejaculate directly inside her. Slowly, however, he got used to it. Irene's careful movements prevented him from cumming - instead, his lust reached completely new dimensions.
She glided up and down smoothly. She varied the tempo, the depth of his penetration ... Rouven's hands rested loosely on her thighs. Her face was close to his the whole time. He saw the greed sparkling in the steel gray eyes, the pleasure of the ecstasy she was rocking herself further and further into. Irene's moans became louder and more choppy. Suddenly, she slid a hand between their bodies and began to stimulate herself. Breathless, he felt her hand circling her clitoris. He wanted to come. Lust blazed in his loins, it was already pumping and pulsating inside him. However, he had not reckoned with the deviousness of his customer. Suddenly, she held still and pressed herself firmly against him. Rouven thought he was going crazy. He had been very close ... only the last, final kick was still missing for an incredible explosion. But she didn't allow him that kick. Not yet.
Her hand rubbed faster. Bending her upper body back, giving him a good view of the scene, Irene satisfied herself. Rouven had no chance of finishing it himself, no matter how tangible his orgasm had already been. She sat on top of him, staring rapturously into his face as she climaxed for the second time and moaned out her emotions without restraint. His piston was gripped by her flesh, he felt the contractions as the woman came on top of him. Then she slumped forward. Her weight pressed down on his chest as she came to rest, breathing heavily. Rouven resigned himself to his fate. He put his arms around the petite Irene and held her tightly while she snuggled up to him contentedly.
Quite a while passed, but Rouven's cock remained rock hard. He still lingered inside his client, who made no effort to move away from him. He felt her wetness, the tightness of her vulva. With every slightest movement, she tensed her muscles and almost drove him into a frenzy. Rouven suspected that she was well aware of this ... and even though he longed for the liberating orgasm, this was a very hot game. He gently stroked her back; he only realized far too late that he didn't even know if this behavior was appropriate. After all, she wasn't his girlfriend. However, since she didn't complain, he assumed she liked it.
"Next round?" Enticingly and with a seductive undertone, she asked this question close to his ear. Before he could answer, she had climbed off him and was now kneeling on all fours next to him on the bed. Rouven understood. And he was more than happy to do so, at least he could set the pace and rhythm when he took her from behind. He slid into her again. Irene immediately responded with a pleasurable hum. She really seemed to be ravenous - Rouven had never experienced a woman who wanted to be satisfied so aggressively. Irene propped herself up on her forearms, holding on to one of the thick pillows that adorned the hotel bed. She quickly adapted to his rhythm and pushed herself towards him. Their bodies slapped against each other. This time she was wilder than before and seemed to enjoy him losing his temper.
"Yes, come on, take me." He hoped she was aware of the risk she was taking. His limits had been reached, his self-discipline exhausted. He would come. Hard and even harder he thrust into her. Her moans mingled with his as he flew towards his climax at a gigantic pace. Rouven was no longer aware of anything, he was only aware of the hot fire in his abdomen. He didn't hear Irene announce her orgasm just before he ... His customer lay next to him, breathing heavily. She seemed completely content with herself and the world. He, on the other hand, was struggling to sort out his jumbled thoughts and emotions. Once again, he wondered why such a woman would book a call boy ... but there must have been a thousand reasons. Uncomplicated sex, when she needed it, was certainly one of them; another was the fact that she was much older than him. Of course, it hadn't escaped his notice how much Irene enjoyed having such a young, potent lover in bed.
Inwardly, he congratulated himself on his decision to try this way of earning money. If he met more hot women like this ... that was it. Bull's eye! Grinning broadly, he stared at the white-painted ceiling and was proud to have got his first time behind him. Irene seemed to read his thoughts again
"For the fact that it was your first time..." He looked at her in irritation. How did she know that? The question clearly written on his face, he straightened up. "Sweetie, don't be offended. Of course the agency warned me. They don't want to risk losing one of their best clients. But I have to say - it was worth it." She laughed good-humoredly. "But it's over now. I have to get back to work." Rouven understood the dismissal. They both got up from the bed. Was that it now?
He knew that the financial side was taken care of by the agency. He had nothing else to do, he could just get dressed and leave. Just like that? Bye bye and that was it? The wonderful feeling of satisfaction still lingered in him. Irene leaned towards him, pulled his head down and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
"You're extremely sexy, Rouven. I think we'll see each other again soon." She winked at him.
From "111 erotic bedtime stories" - "Extremely sexy" by Jenny Prinz - Carl Stephenson Verlag
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