Stepping on to his yacht, it was immediately clear that this wasn’t a guy that was used to partying hard. Everything was immaculately organised, and in the perfect order. The cabin was dark and atmospheric, lit with candles. I sniffed discretely: a slight hint of rose hung in the air. My mouth was on the floor: this guy had even organised the freakin’ scents to make sure that it was going to be romantic for us.
I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t in bad shape, but he wasn’t anything special. That the type of guy I see a lot, but normally he’s just your average man. This fella wasn’t: he had that eye for detail that ladies normally find irresistible. I found myself getting a little wetter than I normally with a client, but I was still puzzled as to why he needed to see a London escort.
Turning to him, I ran my fingers down his chest, the linen of his shirt thin enough for me to feel the heat from his skin. “Why d-” I managed to whisper before his lips were pressed against mine. He clearly didn’t want to talk, and I’m nothing if not obliging. I could tell that he wanted to dominate the situation, so I put on my best innocent girl act. Fluttering my eyelids, I worked my way down swiftly, unbuttoning his shirt and gripping his belt.
I started as his hand, previously cupping my behind under my dress, suddenly came down with force. I gasped a little as he repeated the motion, spanking me with a zeal that few fellas offer. “Naughty girl” he said softly, “I don’t remember giving you permission for that”. I look as embarrassed and innocent as I could, blushing as I apologised. He smiled: “that’s alright” he said “but I’m afraid I will have to punish you.” I expected his hand to come down again, but it stayed in place, gently gripping my inner thigh.
“C-can I suck your cock?” I asked, my voice full of affected bashfulness. He turned to look at me, his eyes studying me for a moment. “No, I don’t think so.” His words shocked me: how many clients turn down a good blowjob from a hot london escort? In all honestly, I was a little frustrated. I love to go down on a guy, and it’s definitely my best skill. His hands brushed under the fine lace of my knickers, and I held my breath as a single finger traced along my lips. I was so wet and ready for his touch that I found myself thrusting myself towards him, gently at first but with more persistence as he refused to indulge.
“That’s enough for tonight” he said, a smile playing across his lips. Confusion swept through me: we had barely even started! I was hoping for a good fucking and, if nothing else, I at least expected to suck some cock. But this? He had teased me, then taken it all away.
I could barely keep the accusations from my eyes as I turned towards him. “I did say you would be punished…” he said, grinning at me. Frustration filled me, but a professional always keeps her composure. As I turned to leave, I heard his voice echo out from the cabin: “I’ll see you here, same time, next week. If you’ve learnt to be good by then, I might let you have a little more…”