When I get a chance, I drive to the address they gave me. I’m 21 old gigelo. It’s a semi-detached house with a garage. I park my car a few houses away, which is a habit I picked up early on. I have a few minutes left, so I check my pockets. The most important thing is to make sure we have condoms. I always take those myself and I’d never accept one from the customer. [Photo Maksin].
Inside my denim jacket, I’ve got two bottles: massage oil and lubricant. I don’t need the latter as often as the former. I also always keep some peppermints in my car. My wallet is in the left pocket of my jacket. That’s all I need these days. I’ve got my mobile on silent and I’ve also turned off the vibrate function. I like to be able to focus on the appointment without being disturbed. When there are two minutes left, I get out and walk to the front door, where I ring the bell. Maksin, who is 24 years old according to her email, opens the door. She has dark blonde hair that reaches her shoulders. She’s wearing a simple pink blouse and dark blue jeans. She seems a little nervous.
‘Hey Maksin,’ I say, smiling, as if I’ve been coming over for years. I go inside and she closes the door behind me. I give her a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘How’s your day going so far?’ She gives a tentative nod. ‘Yes, I had a lovely bath for a while.’
The poor thing is really nervous. ‘I’m already jealous,’ I say. ‘I just had a quick shower.’ That’s not true. I even have both a shower and a bath, but it often helps customers relax a bit. She takes an envelope from a cabinet and swallows it. ‘Do you want this now or later?’ I take it and put it in my inside pocket without looking at it. At first, I counted it afterwards, but I stopped doing that pretty quickly. It makes the customer feel uncomfortable, and I can also count it later in the car. ‘So, that was a bit annoying.
From now on, we’re going to relax and make it more comfortable.’ She gives a little smile, curling the corners of her mouth. ‘Would you like something to drink?’ ‘Tea, please,’ I reply. I never take coffee with a client because it leaves a strong taste and smell. I follow her into the kitchen. ‘No worries about the mess,’ she says, apologetically. Oh, it’s not as bad as it looks.
From time to time, I come across things like this… This is just a kitchen that’s been lived in. There are a few dishes on the counter and some leaflets and letters on the table, but it’s generally clean and tidy. I’m not too bothered about the surroundings, as long as it’s not too dirty. I’m flexible and adaptable. I’ll get the kettle when it’s ready and pour the hot water into the cups. She watches from her seat. ‘Sorry, I’m a bit nervous,’ she says, with a little apology. ‘I’ve never actually called anyone before.’
To be honest, I didn’t think anything else would happen either. I put my hands on her upper arms and look at her. I’m almost a head taller than her. ‘Take a deep breath,’ I say gently. ‘Let’s sit on the sofa and have a quick chat while our tea cools down. We’ll see how it goes from there. I’m not here to judge, so just be yourself. You’re a lovely lady with very expressive eyes and shiny hair. ‘Have you been to the hairdresser recently?’ Her eyes light up. It’s great that compliments have this effect – they distract you and calm you down.
‘Yes, I went yesterday,’ she says. ‘What do you think of it?’ I run my fingers through a tuft of hair behind her ear, giving her skin a light, gentle touch. It’s clear from her soft gasp that she’s taken notice. I put my hands down, picked up the cups and followed her into the room. The living room is pretty basic, with just a few pictures on the wall. We sit down on the sofa. ‘You must be wondering why I’m dating you,’ she says. To be honest, I’ve never thought about it before, but I don’t mention it. I get hired for all sorts of reasons, but I never ask why. Some, like Maksin, prefer to discuss it themselves. She carries on: ‘I ended my engagement last year. My fiancé was unfaithful.
He said he was going to a bachelor party. He’d left his phone at home, so I gave his best friend a quick call to let him know, otherwise he’d be worried he’d lost it. But his best friend had no idea about the party, which was only a week away. ‘What a rotten trick,’ I say, putting my hand on hers. ‘I bet it knocked your confidence for a loop.’ She nods and her voice trembles a little. ‘I haven’t had a date since then.’ I just don’t open myself up to people anymore, but I do need attention sometimes. I move closer and put my arm around her. She leans into me. ‘Not all men are like that,’ I say gently. You deserve so much better than that.
Don’t let such a person have a negative impact on your life. Why not try going on a date to get to know someone better, without necessarily expecting anything more than a friendship to develop? ‘Maybe then there’ll be less pressure on you and things will fall into place.’ I run my fingers through her hair, just near her neck. She puts her hand on my knee. ‘This is nice,’ she says quietly. At last, she begins to calm down a little. I reach forward and take our teacups. I hand her a cup and put my free arm around her again. We chat about some light-hearted topics while we drink our tea. When we’ve finished our tea, I put the cups on the table.
‘Let’s make this a bit easier on ourselves.’ I suggest we try a different approach. She nods and we get up. ‘Let’s go upstairs,’ she suggests. I put my hand on her lower back and walk with her to the stairs, where I let her go ahead of me. Her trousers fit perfectly around her bottom and move nicely without any fuss. The door to her bedroom is open. She stays at the foot of the bed, looking a little nervous. A quick look around the room is enough for me – I don’t need to know the details. I can see a double bed, a wardrobe and a dressing table with make-up on it, a mirror against the wall and a wooden chair. There are two bedside tables next to the bed. I go over to her and put my arms around her waist. She looks up at me and stays still. ‘Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like,’ I say.
‘Or if you like something, or if I mess up somewhere, let me know. I’m not here to judge and I’m not looking for approval. ‘Just be yourself.’ I take my jacket off and hang it over the back of the chair. She watches me and waits. I remember her emails. Some women don’t want to kiss, but Maksin is fine with that. I put my hands on her back and give her a little nudge to bring her closer. My hands move up her back until they reach her hairline along her neck. She takes a deep breath. I kiss her neck gently. She tilts her head to give me more space. I put my hands under her arms around her ribs and lower them, making sure not to touch her breasts. I use my fingertips to pull up the edge of her blouse so I can caress her bare skin. I can feel her taking a deep breath and holding it for a moment. She puts her hands on my bare forearms, but doesn’t stop me.
‘How about I give you a great massage?’ I ask in a quiet voice. ‘I’d like that,’ she says. ‘Do we have time for that?’ I give her a reassuring smile. ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I start undoing the buttons of her blouse, from the top to the bottom. The buttons are small, but I’ve done this before and I know what I’m doing, so I get on with it. Once I’ve undone the buttons, I just slide the blouse off her shoulders. I quickly put it on the dressing table. Another thing I always make sure to do is take care of my clients’ things. I never throw their clothes around like rags. Every rule has its exceptions, but it depends on the client. I undo my watch and put it on the bedside table next to the bed. This way I can keep an eye on the time without having to set an alarm. She’s wearing a white bra, which covers her small breasts. They’re a little on the small side, but not bigger than a B cup. Given her slim figure, she can handle it. She crosses her hands over her breasts and avoids making eye contact. ‘Sorry, I’m not sure about this,’ she says quietly. I take off my T-shirt and hang it over my jacket on the chair.
Then I take her hands in mine and gently pull her arms away so I can look at her. ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of,’ I say honestly. ‘They’re perfect.’ I let go of her hands. I put my right hand on her stomach, which feels smooth and warm. I can feel her muscles tensing slightly. I slide my hand up between her breasts and over her neck. I give her neck a gentle rub before starting the journey down again. The journey now stops at her breasts. My hand traces the curve and rests on the cup of her bra. ‘Perfect,’ I think to myself. ‘As you can see, it fits perfectly in my hand.’ Finally, she smiles, though it’s a bit uncertain. ‘Why don’t you lie down for a moment?’ I suggest. I get the bottle of massage oil from my jacket pocket. She lies down on her front in the middle of the bed. I take my shoes off and join her.
I put the bottle on the bed, which gives me a chance to unhook her bra with my hands. Once it’s loose, she pulls it out from under her and tosses it aside. I let my hands slide over her back for a while, still without oil. She feels warm under my hands. She puts her hands under her head, turns her face to the side and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath. I pick up the bottle. ‘Just a heads-up, it might be a bit cold for a while,’ I say as I drop some oil in my hand. I put a little on my hands to make it a bit warmer, but she still gasps for a moment as I put my hands on her back. I give her back a gentle rub. I stop just below the edge of her trousers to avoid any stains. I move my hands up to massage her neck and shoulders. I work my way up her back, over her shoulder blades, ribs and lower back, then back down again.
She enjoys it and closes her eyes, relaxing. ‘That was really lovely,’ she says, sounding pleased. I bend down and give her back a little kiss. ‘Have fun with it.’ She lets out a soft moan as I reach her neck again. She moves her neck and shoulders a little, as if she’s happy to let me continue the caresses. ‘Take off your trousers,’ I say, and move out of the way a bit to give her more space. She lifts her hips and undoes her trousers. She reaches for the edge, but I stop her by placing my hands on hers. ‘Let me do that,’ I say. I quietly take her trousers down. She’s wearing white knickers to match the bra. ‘Should I put something on your bed in case I spill oil on it?’ I enquire. ‘It’s fine, I’ll just wash it out,’ she says. I get up and take my trousers off. She turns her head to look at me, seeming curious. I decide to take off my boxers too so she can see. Her eyes take in my body, pausing at my crotch where she notices my semi-rigid member.
Then her eyes move up again. I’ve already got a couple of condoms out of my pocket and put them on the bed. I crawl across the bed, completely naked. ‘One more hurdle to overcome,’ I say quietly. I reach for the edge of her knickers and, before I even have to say anything, she lifts her hips. I pull down her knickers and put them on top of her trousers. I get the bottle of massage oil and rub my hands with it, without saying anything. I start at about midway down her thighs and move down, along her knees and calves, until I reach her ankles. Then I go back up the same way. She lets out a little sigh of pleasure and lies there completely relaxed. At last, I reach her bottom. I notice a small, round mole on her right buttock. I enjoy discovering these little spots, although I’m not sure why. It feels intimate, as if Maksin is sharing a secret with me. I give her bottom a little massage, but I’m careful not to touch her intimate spots just yet.
Her bottom is nicely rounded and soft, with warm, smooth skin. I then move my hands to her lower back and back to her bottom. She tilts her hips a little, raising her bottom a little, and I can see her lips between her legs. When I get to the bottom of her backside, her legs spread a little. I can clearly hear her breathing. She’s moved her hands to the pillow to hold something. I trace the curve of her bottom with my thumbs, going right past her labia. She takes a deep breath through her mouth and moves her hips in a circular motion. I let my fingers slide down her thigh again. She lets out a little moan and pulls her knees up a little, so that her pelvis is off the bed. It’s obvious she’s ready. I move my hand down between her legs. She lets out a little gasp as my middle finger slides between her moist lips. I rub back and forth a few times to spread the moisture on my finger. She spreads her legs a little wider to give me more space.
I then insert my finger further until I reach her clitoris. She lets out a moan and clutches the pillow tighter. ‘Mmm, delicious,’ she whispers. ‘Turn around,’ I say, and take my hand away. She turns around willingly and looks up at me with an eager gaze. I bend over her and lick circles around her nipple. She’s enjoying it, putting her hand on my shoulder and closing her eyes. I lick her nipple, suck on it and then make circles around it again. I run my fingertips over her other breast, gently. They’re on the small side, but really sensitive. Her nipples are like small, hard buds on her subtle curves. She moans with pleasure or desire… or both. She pulls her legs up and puts her other hand on my shoulder. I carefully push her legs down again, then put my knee between her legs to open them up a bit. She spreads her legs and opens her eyes, looking at me longingly. I put my hand between her legs again and moisten my finger with her fluid. I give her clitoris a little rub, tracing a circle around it with my finger. She’s enjoying it, so she stretches her arms above her head, under the pillow.
‘That’s good,’ I tell her. ‘Enjoy it, don’t hold back.’ She opens her mouth and looks at me with a determined gaze. ‘What would you like me to do?’ I ask, in a teasing tone. Maksin lifts her legs, which gives me better access. ‘Fill me,’ she says. I slip a finger in between her wet lips, withdraw it and add a second one as I slide back in, doing as she asks. ‘Is this what you mean?’ I tease her. I lick her nipple and look up at her playfully. She lies beneath me, breathing heavily, clearly enjoying herself. ‘Fuck me,’ she moans. I carry on fucking her with two fingers. ‘I think you’re ready for that,’ I say. ‘You’re really wet down there, ready for me.’ ‘Yes, please,’ she says, moving her hips to encourage me. She closes her eyes again and leans her head further into the mattress.
While I keep going with my fingers, I get a condom from my pocket and open it with my teeth. I slowly pull my fingers out of her. She opens her eyes, looks disappointed, but her expression changes when she sees me put on the condom.
She puts her hands on her knees and looks at me with a determined gaze. I run my hand over her lips. They’re slippery with her moisture. I ease them apart a little and move in closer. She wraps her legs around my hips, as if trying to pull me closer. I grasp my erect penis and bring it to her crotch. I tease her by sliding it up and down between her lips without going inside. She moves her hips, pulling me towards her with her legs, but I don’t go any further. ‘You’re eager for this, aren’t you?’ I tease her. I then proceed to penetrate her, and she closes her eyes with a deep sigh. I let my hard cock go and put my hands next to her ribs on the bed. I slowly push in a little further until I feel some resistance. I pull back and then push in again, this time a little deeper. I do this a few times until I’m fully inside her. She lets out a moan and arches her back, pushing her breasts forward in a seductive manner. I lift her knickers up a little and put them on my thighs, which lets me go a little deeper. I put my hands on her breasts and give them a little massage. I start to move my hips gently.
My penis moves back and forth in her warm, tight vagina. It’s pretty obvious that she hasn’t had sex in a while. I keep moving quietly, being careful not to hurt her. She grabs my wrists. ‘I’m almost there,’ she moans. ‘Please don’t stop!’ I move my hand down to her crotch and touch her clit as I keep moving inside her. She starts panting and squeezes the pillow. ‘Yes, keep going!’ She opens her mouth as if to scream, but no sound comes out. I push my cock deep inside her and feel her pussy contract around it as she cums. I keep my hips still and just rest my finger on her clit. I can feel it throbbing under my finger – it feels really good. I’m not close to reaching my orgasm, but I don’t mind. Ultimately, it’s about her pleasure, not mine. I look down at her and smile. Her breasts are rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.
With her eyes closed, she lies on her back beneath me, her arms falling down onto the mattress. I slowly pull out and feel the pressure in her vagina ease as my penis slides out of her. I quickly check the time on my watch before moving over to her side and putting my arm around her. She rolls over so that her back is to me, with her bottom against my crotch. My erection presses against her bottom, but I remain calm. I put my hand around her breast and pull her closer to me. She reaches out and grabs my wrist. ‘That was great,’ she says.
‘Didn’t you climax?’ It’s nice that she thinks of me like that. ‘I don’t come easily,’ I say reassuringly. ‘But I really enjoy it, every second.’ ‘Are you still up for round two?’ She glances over her shoulder. ‘Is there still time for that?’ I kiss the back of her head gently. ‘Of course there’s still time for that,’ I reply. ‘Would you like a drink?’ She shakes her head and leans back against me, spooning. I let her breast go and move my hand down her belly until I reach her moist crotch. Without me having to say anything, she lifts her leg a little so I can reach her clit. I follow her lead and caress her clit. She lets out a soft moan and presses herself against me. I was thinking she should sit on her knees and take me from behind, but this position is pretty inspiring too. I move my hips until I’m at her entrance and then push forward. I manage to get my penis inside her for the second time without too much resistance.
She lets out a moan and hooks her lower leg into the hollow of my knee. She’s enjoying it and presses herself against me. As she gives in to the pleasure, she grabs the pillow and tries to press her face into the mattress. This makes her turn away from me. I grab her hips and lay her down on her front. I come without letting my cock escape from her pussy, then sit leaning over her. I gently pull her hips up a little. I carefully move inside her. In this position, I come inside her quite deeply. I don’t want to hurt her.
‘Oh, how delicious,’ she says, sounding delighted. ‘Faster, faster,’ she says, clearly enjoying herself. I put my hands on her shoulders on the mattress and start thrusting a little faster and harder. She moans louder and pulls the pillow up to her face. She tries to move but is unable to do so in many directions. ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ she says. I move my hands to her shoulders and pick up the pace even more. She bites down on the pillow and cries out in pleasure. I can hear her trying to say something, but I can’t make out what it is. Thankfully, she doesn’t stop me.
Eventually, she reaches her second climax. I push deep inside her and hold still. I can feel her pussy squeezing around my cock, then relaxing again. It’s really tasty, but I’m still not ready to cum. The condom makes it difficult to feel anything, but I’m not overly concerned about reaching orgasm. I slowly pull out of her and lie down next to her. She’s exhausted, lying on her front. ‘Jesus,’ she says, out of breath. ‘That was fantastic!’ I take the condom off, tie a knot in it and put it in a handkerchief I take out of my pocket. I realise I’ve been with her for almost ten minutes longer than we agreed. I lie back on my side next to her and put my hand on her bottom. She looks at me with satisfaction. ‘Thank you, this was better than I expected. Just what I needed.’
