The Client’s New Favorite
When the call came through, I knew I was the only one available. The usual favorites had already been booked for a bachelor party, leaving me to fill the gap. He had been hesitant, claiming he wanted to test me to see if I could handle the job with the same skill as the others. I accepted the challenge with a confident smile.
I arrived at his doorstep dressed in a provocative schoolgirl ensemble: a red plaid pleated miniskirt, a crisp white blouse, and a matching tie. White knee-high socks hugged my legs, and a bold red lip completed the look. The moment he opened the door, his eyes widened. He told me I looked like a fantasy come to life, and I leaned into the role, offering him a sultry gaze that told him exactly what I was capable of.
He didn’t waste time. He pulled me in by the waist, his lips crashing against mine in a hungry kiss. His hands wandered greedily over my curves, sliding beneath the hem of my skirt to squeeze my cheeks. The friction ignited a fire in me, and when his fingers found my center, I gasped against his mouth. He whispered that I was a natural, a little deviant who knew exactly how to please a man. I whispered back, begging him to stop the teasing and show me what he had to offer.
He led me to the bedroom, commanding me to undress slowly. I obeyed, savoring the way his gaze tracked every inch of skin as the skirt, tie, and blouse hit the floor. Once I was down to my lace thong, he turned me around, peeling the last piece of fabric away with a slow, deliberate tug. He admired my form, his touch firm and possessive, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.
The evening became a blur of sensory indulgence. I spent an hour focused entirely on him, using my lips and tongue to drive him to the edge of madness. When he finally peaked, I took every drop of his release, proving my dedication to his pleasure. He was breathless, admitting that even his favorite couldn’t compare to the intensity I brought to the room.
He insisted I wear only the thong for the rest of the visit. We lounged in the living room, watching an adult film that only served to heighten the tension between us. Sitting on his lap, I felt the heat of him returning, his hands roaming my body once more. When he asked if I wanted more, I didn’t hesitate. I wanted him again, craving the power he held over me.
Back in the bedroom, he positioned me on all fours, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of my backside. He teased me about my innocence, promising that one day he would be the one to truly claim me. Though he played a game of denial, refusing to enter me fully that night as a form of ‘punishment’ for my eagerness, the tension only made the oral pleasure more explosive. I spent the remaining hours ensuring he was completely satisfied, serving him with a passion that left us both exhausted.
As my ride arrived to pick me up, he slipped a thousand dollars into the waistband of my thong and gave me one last, lingering kiss. He looked me in the eyes and told me that from that day forward, I wasn’t just a replacement—I was his new favorite.