Call girl

I have the means to change all of this if I wanted to. Right now, if I wanted to. What I lack is the... imagination. Consumed by and by along with all inspiration, fascination and wonder. But you'll find there's no need for such ineffectual claptrap. Not when you've got all this. And this is the prize at the top of the swaying ladder I've spent most of my life grappling to conquer... an elbow to the ribs; a shoe to the face of others trying to keep pace. I let them fall. All of them. I kept climbing and I didn't look down.

I straighten my stylish silk tie as I look in the large gold-framed mirror hanging on the office wall. I can't make out my face – the room dimly lit by a single cuboid corner lamp behind me. I smooth a charcoal lapel, barely clocking the luxurious feel of a deft blend of the world's rarest wools; the exceptional being my commonplace. You don't make a sound, but I can tell you're here.

You present at first like a tired cliché, albeit a very expensive one. A number four drive-thru ready femme fatale kit; Audrey Hepburn trench coat and wide-brimmed hat – take your pick. And I'll take my seat in the centre of the room and wait for you to begin.

Yes, you. You there - girl. I haven't even bothered to learn so much as your assumed name. I can't be sure, even, if we speak the same language. You remove your hat and set it atop the coat stand. You send your listless gaze to a spot on the floor near my immaculate bespoke shoes. Italian leather, black... extremely expensive. That vacant stare a gorgeous juxtaposition against a severely dark backdrop of mascara and eyeshadow. It reaches all of a thousand yards and more. Lips of flushed purple. With a dispassionate fluidity, you undo the coat's belt and let it part- only underwear beneath. How original. The coat falls from your shoulders. It bundles at your feet. Strappy stilettos, elegant and pointed. Your sophisticated lingerie is all classic black with intricate gold lacing- timeless: tiny thongs and perfectly-fit basque. Sheer silk suspended stockings to the thighs- one of which is capped with a garter embellished with a small pink bow. To the music of raindrops meeting the glimmering, deserted streets outside, you'll begin to move through your wordless enchantment.

You sink to your knees, tousled, meandering tresses streaming over your face... And so begins your cat crawl in my direction- infinite femininity in the soft sway of your hips and flawlessly rounded derriere. The immodest intensity of that immovable glare would make a lesser man shudder, but I give you no reaction other than the stiffening of my cock. That's all you're going to get from me.

You splay my knees apart now, curl your back and ride up between my thighs. I watch you intently, still as the dead in my chair. I watch those sensual undulations- arcs and curves; the rounding of a corner into a sudden, yet controlled slingshot flow. Arabic, Iberian, gypsy... measured and mesmeric... subtle, silent gyrations...I can taste your gentle scent rising from your perfect body as you bring your face inches from mine- shimmering eyes still peering, and probing into the depths of mine. A strand of hair catches on your smooth lips as you undo my belt and unzips my fly, to set free my hard length. Dark purple fingernails trail up my thighs, then you flatten your palms to the base of my abdomen, and draw them up to my chest. With a balletic grace, abruptly you push off me to crouch with your back to me now, then slowly begin to straighten those incredible legs, pressing that indescribable ass into my, by now, pulsating penis. The stiffness is excruciating as it looks to expand beyond its limits. Yet, I'm given cause to shelve my urgent need for just a moment as I marvel at the masterful command you have over your own body. You rock your hips ever so slightly...

With a single step and a twirl, you have folded yourself across my lap and thrown those captivating eyes back on mine, over your shoulder. A subconscious glimpse of a small cluster of freckles somehow adds more fuel to my arousal- as though it were a tiny revelation, betraying the woman behind this frosty professional that operates here with me now. Your eyes are goading me, practically spitting defiance. You probably say that you like nice men... But would you be cracked over my lap if I was a nice man? Hmm? Nice and broke? Broke and broken? I didn't think so. I know you despise me, and you hate coming here. What is it that keeps drawing you back? And I'm not talking about the money... I'll indulge your unspoken demand and I'll spank you. [spank... caressing ass sound... spank... caressing] Your face remains cold and blank, but I can sense [spank... caress] that heat emanating from between her thighs... I spank [spank!] you again and you give just a fraction of a choked moan. And I am pleased. Not because of the thought of giving you pleasure, nor for the enjoyment of such a sweet sound. I am pleased because this game is well and truly afoot now, and, my dear, it seems you've just lost your first pawn...

You sweep yourself up and throw a leg, all in one refined arcing movement. Are you about to take me down a peg or two? You think you can? You're straddling my lap now. You keep my eyes from gazing down with that rare, watery stare. The mental image of your form flirts with my vision as I feel your... your... sublime warmth... creeping down my aching cock now... dragging all my pain out with it as it slides... replacing it with such a precious relief...  So skillfully, you... manipulate... tiny muscles within you... with breathtaking intuition... creating a delectable... slippery... ripple that rides my... entire length and it feels... it feels... heavenly... Behind this unparalleled ecstasy you gift me... there rears that palpable anger, however... a restless need to unceremoniously yank me from my throne with those agile hips... And it grows; it lends... increasing vigour... to your merciless thrusts... and gyrations... Slamming yourself into me violently now... And you slip... and ripple.. and slam.. as you stare into my eyes... This a game that I hate to lose... And I'm beginning to fear that I may... That I may lose... Unrelenting, you pour... immeasurable pleasure... into me ferciously... and my cup runs over. Involuntarily, I sound a delirious moan.

You draw yourself in, and... I feel the luxurious cushioning of your breasts... against me.... Your rasping breath... in my ear tickles... my overloaded senses.... stilted moans send shuddering waves down my back... And those hips buck feverishly now... as I feel my strength start to wane... Determined thrashes slam into me resentfully... Thrashing and crashing pussy dripping, throttling my punch-drunk cock... Pouring immeasurable pleasure... and my... cup... is running... over... Bucking wildly, you're drawing me out... and rendering me powerless... You spasm and buck and thrash... and slip and ripple on top of me....= And you draw me out... [Cum} I'm seized as my cock convulses and spurts, and it cannons shot after shot deep into her... And then I'm done... Deflated and limp... the mated king topples... My reduced and trembling cock coughs out its last drops... pathetically...

There's barely a sound as you climb off me. You slip back into your coat and grab your hat, then pause by the door to look back at me for a moment... And then you leave.