I’m open about my love of sex. I even had my first serious relationship at 16. He’s the one who deflowered me a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday. I was really nervous! At school, I didn’t feel comfortable talking about it, not even to my best friend. He was very patient, kind and reassuring. I felt safe and comfortable with him. I tell you about my first time as escort girl.[Photo Danni}
But as is often the case with first relationships, this one didn’t last. After months of pleasure, it ended. Our feelings changed and it became just physical. After that, I was single for a while. I was too young to order a vibrator, so I had to be creative. I fingered myself and discovered the pleasure that came when I stroked my clit. But I still wanted more. I started using a can of deodorant as a sex toy. It was pretty cold! As soon as I held the rim against my vagina, I pulled it back with a squeal. It wasn’t exactly helping to get me in the mood… I held it in my hands for a while and tried again. This went on for many more nights until I finally ordered my first vibrator. But it was different. I found myself missing someone else’s hands on my skin. I missed the feeling of another body against me.
I missed sex. But what was I supposed to do? I was single and not dating. I was studying and had a part-time job in a supermarket. I had a subscription to a magazine aimed at women between the ages of 18 and 30. It arrived every week and I read it within two days. The magazine had a lot of different content, including holiday experiences, household tips, and insights into other people’s relationships. I read about a wide range of topics. I really enjoyed reading the columns of an escort girl. I found her pieces really engaging and exciting, and in a way, quite arousing. I wasn’t immediately sitting on the sofa with a sopping box, but I was intrigued. And then I thought, why not give it a go? Just try it once. Finally have sex with someone else again. With a complete stranger whose name I don’t even know.
It seemed really exciting. I fantasised about it as I satisfied myself, but I also knew it would stop there: a fantasy. A few weeks later, I got some bad news: my contract at the supermarket wasn’t renewed. It was either a permanent contract or I had to leave, and they weren’t offering permanent contracts anytime soon. So I had to start looking for a new job. I decided to combine studying with work and applied for a BBL training course. But that meant I’d be unemployed at home during the summer holidays. The idea of working as an escort came back to me. From the very idea, I felt a thrill. I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about it, but it would be a great experience. I did some research and looked at some ads to get an idea of how those ladies advertise. Back then, I didn’t have a smartphone to take a selfie with a timer. I found a picture of a woman in lingerie lying on a red bed with a black background.
Her figure was very similar to mine and it was unrecognisable. I put together a nice text, added an hourly rate and posted the ad online. As soon as I pressed ‘post ad’, I felt a rush of adrenaline. I’d done it! I was advertising as an escort. Of course, that doesn’t compare to your first client, but at that moment, it gave me a huge boost. I got a lot of responses really quickly. Some were very nice emails, but others were pretty direct and to the point. A few sent their address, phone number and also a time and date right away. I quickly rejected the emails that were too short and direct, as I didn’t know how I was supposed to choose from the rest. I started replying to the emails. I just wanted to check if they had any special requirements and where they lived. At last, I had scheduled the first appointment. I was feeling pretty nervous. That evening at nine o’clock, the time had come! I was feeling pretty nervous all day. I shaved my armpits, legs and pussy nice and smooth. I picked out a black lingerie set with lace. For a moment I thought about wearing my short red dress, but then I realised I didn’t know anything about this guy. I wasn’t even sure if his name was real. At least my escort name wasn’t my own.
Who knows, maybe he was married and the neighbours would start talking… I opted for a neutral look: a black dress that came to my knees with a V-neck, and black heeled shoes. I had no make-up on and decided not to put on perfume either. I brushed my hair through and let it hang loose. A few minutes before nine, I rang the doorbell. The door opened soon after, and I saw a middle-aged man standing there. I don’t remember ever being so nervous. And now, as an eighteen-year-old, I was facing a man at least twice my age to sleep with him. For a fee! I managed to look calm, even though I was really nervous. I smiled at the man and said, ‘Hi, I’m Manon.’ I sounded happy and confident. He introduced himself and let me in. He looked me over, and I wondered if he invited escorts more often.
Would he know this was new to me? ‘You look good,’ he said. ‘I like women without make-up.’ I thanked him and was unsure where to stand. I followed him to a door at the end of the corridor. He opened it and switched on the light. I noticed that the windows were shielded. It was pretty obvious that this was a photo studio. There were special lamps with softboxes in the corners and a black screen with no creases hung on the wall that extended to the floor. There was a large double bed on the screen and a leather pouf near the wall. A clock hung on the wall opposite the bed. I also saw a comfortable armchair in the corner. ‘This is where I take pictures of people,’ he told me proudly. ‘Portraits, seductive ones. Sometimes erotic too. Occasionally they also want me to take pictures during sex.’
He showed me his camera. I don’t know anything about these things, but it was without doubt an expensive camera. ‘What a great camera!’ I said, impressed. ‘I’m sure you can take really sharp photos with this.’ He nodded and grabbed an album to show me some examples. ‘These are just a few of my recent projects,’ he said proudly. ‘I’ve made them anonymous, but I think you’ll get the idea of what I can do.’ I looked at the photos of naked people, mostly women. They were really sharp, taken from a nice angle and with perfect lighting. ‘I don’t want to take pictures today,’ he said. ‘I want to enjoy myself without a camera.’ I thought of an important detail just in time. I put the book back where he had taken it from the cabinet next to the door. However, I didn’t dare say ‘pay first’. I had to be more subtle not to ruin the atmosphere. I took a step closer. ‘Let’s get the unpleasant part out of the way first,’ I suggested.
‘Then we can enjoy ourselves nicely afterwards.’ He wasn’t offended at all. “Of course,” he said, taking out some notes from his pocket and handing them to me. I glanced at it as I put it in my bag. The amount was right. I put down my purse and approached him. I had no idea where to start. He walked around me as he looked at me. I felt like I was at an auction, but I also felt sexy. He came close behind me and put his hands on my hips. I took a deep breath and felt my arousal increase. His hands slid over my upper body and soon reached my breasts. He grabbed them and kneaded them gently. ‘Those fit perfectly,’ he said with satisfaction. ‘Exactly a handful.’ I raised my face and enjoyed his touch. I was amazed that people would give such an amount for these. ‘I have even more for you,’ I said, with a teasing smile. He pulled me against him and I felt something hard pressed against my bottom. ‘Let’s see what you have for me,’ he said.
I turned towards him, keeping eye contact. I grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up. I should have put on a dress with a zip instead of elastic, so I could lower it. But judging by his excited look, I liked this too. I bent down and undid the laces on my shoes. He took off his clothes. I quickly grabbed two condoms from my bag and put them on the bed. He came to me with only his pants on. I undid my bra and dropped it on the floor by my dress. His eyes followed my hands as I lowered my panties slightly.I was getting less and less nervous, and my desire and lust were taking over. I went over to him. I reached for his crotch and felt his hard cock, hidden under the fabric. I stroked it with my fingertips. He didn’t stop me and seemed to enjoy my touch. I felt a little embarrassed as I grabbed the edge of his trousers and pulled them down. His erect penis was pointing forward. I grabbed it and started moving my hand up and down.
He moved closer, so I had to walk backwards. He grabbed my upper arms gently and led me to the bed. He said, ‘Take off your thong.’ He watched me take off my thong. I’d barely finished when he pushed me back on the bed. I looked up at him, excited, and spread my legs. He joined me, bent over me and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it and rested his hand on my belly. I didn’t know anything about this man, yet I felt more aroused than ever. His hand was suddenly between my legs and his fingers touched my lips. I moaned softly with desire and my mouth moved a little lower. I tried to grab his cock, but it was just out of my reach. He stroked the opening between my lips with one finger. ‘Deliciously wet,’ he said, sounding satisfied. ‘I had a woman the other day who squirted a blob of lube between her legs before I could take photos.’ I looked up at him and smiled. ‘I’m not going to be a very profitable customer for that manufacturer,’ I said. He put his free hand on my chest, so I shifted slightly so I could grab his cock. He looked down at me with a lustful look in his eye and pressed two fingers into my pussy. He asked me, ‘Have you been doing this for a long time?’ I could have said I’d done it a few times, but there was something about him that felt familiar. Maybe he’d feel special as my first customer. ‘To be honest, you are the first,’ I answered.
I was getting less and less nervous, and my desire and lust were taking over. I went over to him. I reached for his crotch and felt his hard cock, hidden under the fabric. I stroked it with my fingertips. He didn’t stop me and seemed to enjoy my touch. I felt a little embarrassed as I grabbed the edge of his trousers and pulled them down. His erect penis was pointing forward. I grabbed it and started moving my hand up and down. He moved closer, so I had to walk backwards. He grabbed my upper arms gently and led me to the bed. He said, ‘Take off your thong.’ He watched me take off my thong. I’d barely finished when he pushed me back on the bed. I looked up at him, excited, and spread my legs. He joined me, bent over me and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it and rested his hand on my belly. I didn’t know anything about this man, yet I felt more aroused than ever. His hand was suddenly between my legs and his fingers touched my lips. I moaned softly with desire and my mouth moved a little lower. I tried to grab his cock, but it was just out of my reach. He stroked the opening between my lips with one finger.
‘Deliciously wet,’ he said, sounding satisfied. ‘I had a woman the other day who squirted a blob of lube between her legs before I could take photos.’ I looked up at him and smiled. ‘I’m not going to be a very profitable customer for that manufacturer,’ I said. He put his free hand on my chest, so I shifted slightly so I could grab his cock. He looked down at me with a lustful look in his eye and pressed two fingers into my pussy. He asked me, ‘Have you been doing this for a long time?’ I could have said I’d done it a few times, but there was something about him that felt familiar. Maybe he’d feel special as my first customer. ‘To be honest, you are the first,’ I answered. He seemed a little surprised at first, but then he said, ‘I’d say you should keep it up.’ I let my hand slide up and down around his cock.
‘Do you make such arrangements more often?’ I asked. He nodded. ‘From time to time. They often put their phones on the bedside table with an alarm. You are the first one I’ve invited to my studio.’ I smiled mischievously. ‘It’s exciting – it’s a first for me.’ He bent down again and licked my nipple. ‘I thought it would be a good idea to try out this space myself.’ He moved his fingers inside my vagina. I was enjoying it, so I closed my eyes. My hips moved along with his fingers. I groaned in pleasure and tightened my grip as I jerked him off. It was really good! All my nerves were gone and everything seemed to go naturally. I arched my back and pressed my chest against his hand. His cock was rock hard. It felt nice in my hand. It made me feel great to know I could have this effect on this man. I wanted him.
He picked up the pace of his fingers inside me. I heard some wet sounds. I felt a bit embarrassed, but pushed it to the back of my mind. I’d seen enough movies to know that most men find that really arousing. So did my client. He picked up the pace, and I was quick to follow suit. I pulled my legs up and grabbed my knees, my mouth falling open as I let out a loud moan. I started panting and moaning, hearing myself make sounds I’d never made before. I came hard, right inside my pussy. I shot up a little from the mattress and felt a jolt go through my body. I let out a scream and landed back on the bed. I released my legs and let my arms and legs fall down on the mattress. I let out a little sigh and looked up at him. Then it was his turn. I wasn’t obliged to do it, but I wanted to. I got the condoms and opened the package.
He lowered himself back and leaned relaxed on his elbows. I got a little nervous and moved closer. I’d never put a condom on anyone before. I checked I had the right side up, brought it to his cock and unrolled it. It took some fumbling, but I managed to put it on without being really clumsy. ‘Rotten things,’ I said with a small laugh. He nodded and said, ‘Say that again. I’m always arguing with them myself.’
I took hold of his penis and leaned forward towards him. ‘The rest will be easier, thankfully.’ I just thought that maybe I should have bought a flavoured condom. The rubber stank and I felt a bit gross at the idea of having to take this in my mouth. I opened my mouth and took him in my lips. My tongue slid along the slippery latex. Fortunately, the taste wasn’t too bad. I moved my head up and down and pressed my tongue against his cock. He was enjoying it, so he lay back on the couch. He grabbed my hair and put his hand on my head. He pulled me up and pressed me down again. I felt his glans deep in my mouth, but I just managed to avoid the gag reflex. He wasn’t forcing me; he was just guiding me a little. I felt his cock getting even harder. All my nerves seemed to have disappeared.
I was just focused on the pleasure we were giving each other. I grabbed his balls and gently kneaded them. In response, he spread his legs further apart so I could reach them better. I grabbed his cock with my other hand and moved it up and down at the same pace as my mouth. He moaned softly and put his hands on the side of my head. He pulled me forward and moved his hips. I had to put both my hands on the bed to keep my balance. I’d never been fucked in my mouth like this before and it was quite exciting. He soon released my head. I pulled back and took a deep breath. Before I could recover, he had already laid me on my back and pulled my legs apart. I was starting to feel nervous again. Could I really do this? Before I could think any more about it, he had already grabbed his cock and put it against my pussy. He pushed his glans inside and I felt him penetrate me deeper. I moaned with pleasure. I wanted to close my eyes, but forced myself to look at him.
He pulled out a little, then pushed back in. He kept doing this until he was fully inside me. I let out another groan and grabbed his wrists. I pulled my legs up and rested them against his hips. He put his hands on my breasts and started thrusting into me. ‘You’re really tight,’ he said, enjoying it. ‘I can tell you don’t do this very often.’ I grabbed his upper arms and let out a moan of pleasure. I was soaking wet between my legs. “This is fantastic,” I said, enjoying myself. ‘Do you want more?’ he asked, urging me to answer. I nodded, unable to say anything more. I definitely wanted more. In fact, I wanted a lot more! He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up a little. My bottoms came against his thighs, and I gasped as he entered me deeper. He pulled my legs against him, and with my legs stretched against his chest, I lay there with my bottom on his legs and his cock deep in my pussy. He gave a powerful thrust, and I let out a scream of pleasure. How deep he was going inside me! He kept going, thrusting again and again. I reached around to find something to hold on to and finally got a hold of the fitted sheet. I dug my nails into the fabric and gave in to the pleasure.
He wasn’t just a customer. He wasn’t a stranger whose first name I only knew. He was just another man who gave me incredible pleasure and paid me for it too! I closed my eyes and couldn’t do anything but moan and enjoy. He pulled out of me and I opened my eyes in surprise. My legs fell down on the mattress. He grabbed my wrist and said, ‘Come,’ before leading me to the leather pouf. He pushed it further into the room and made me kneel in front of it. I understood what he wanted and leaned forward, putting my belly and breasts on it and putting my hands on the floor. He came to stand behind me. I felt his cock stroking along my pussy. I gasped as he suddenly penetrated. He grabbed my shoulders and started fucking me hard. My thighs pressed me against the pouf, which threatened to tilt forward as a result. With his hands, however, he kept me in place on the pouf. I threw my hair back and kept my head raised. I’d never been so aroused. His testicles slapped against my thighs. “I… come…” I managed to say between moans. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”
I had an intense orgasm. I stretched my legs, which caused the pouf to lean forward and stay on the edge. He held me by the shoulders to stop me from falling forward. He gave a few more thrusts and started moaning. He pressed himself against me and I felt his cock jerk slightly in my pussy. He’d also cum. I was out of breath, leaning over the pouf to recover. He pulled out of me. I felt empty without him, but also really satisfied. He took off the condom and threw it in the bin. ‘Wow, that was good,’ he said, sounding tired. He sat down in the armchair and closed his eyes. I got up and went over to join him, my knees feeling a little shaky. I looked at the clock and put my hand on his shoulder. ‘Would you like a drink before you go?’ he asked. I looked down at him and smiled.
‘I’d love a drink, but I’m not in a rush. You’ve got another 15 minutes.’ He pulled me onto his lap and traced his fingertip around my nipple. ‘The previous one went away immediately. We can wait a while before the drinking.’ He took my other nipple in his mouth and gently bit it. I felt the tingle deep in my pussy. I’d like another round…
