Diary of A Sex Worker: Chapter 3

PART 1

I almost canceled the appointment because of the heavy rains. It had been raining hard all day, and I didn’t fancy the idea of going out. However, two things compelled me to keep the appointment. One, the cold weather had made me very horny, and secondly, my temp partner today was a woman, and it had been a while since I had had the pleasure of exploring a woman’s body. So I prepared myself, wore a little black dress that left little to the imagination and drove to the client’s house.

One of the most intriguing things about this date was that my client, Mr. Kush, had booked me for his wife. He did not want to participate, only watch. His excitement and eagerness over the phone when I did my one-on-one pre-check had been palpable. I had met a few men who enjoyed seeing their girlfriends or wives fuck other women, but usually, it was the women themselves that booked, or they booked together. It made me wonder if his wife was fully on board or succumbing to pressure.

“I like my bedmates willing and eager,” I had warned him over the phone. “If I come over and see that she’s not interested in what I have to offer, I will leave. No refunds.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll do it,” he rushed, his choice of words causing me to raise my eyebrows. 

“Can I talk to her to confirm her permission?” I prodded.

He lowered his voice. “My wife, Doris, is very shy. I don’t want to overwhelm her before you come. She agreed to do it, I promise. You’ll see when you come. Our sex life has been pretty boring lately, that’s why she agreed to fulfill my fantasy. We both want something new and exciting, and I think you’re what we need.”

In the end, I had agreed to give it a shot because his wife Doris was hot as fuck. He had sent a picture of her with the application, and oh my! Her eyes were rich brown and almond-shaped orbs that seemed to sparkle with mischief. She had the kind of boobs that would fit right into my hands with just a little left to grab. From my calculations, I was almost a head taller than her, but we could both fit into medium-sized clothes. In the photo her husband had shared, she was wearing a matching pair of hot red lingerie, sitting on the bed with her chest pushed forward as her hands rested palms down on either side of her. She was exactly the kind of woman I went for, so I was hoping she did give full consent to the premium fuck I was about to give her. 

With a pussy vibrating in anticipation of the incoming pleasure, I pulled up in front of the gate of the address I had been given and called my client. 

He opened the gate in under two minutes, directing me to the solar-powered shed they used as a car park. The house was a lovely, white-storey building with green accents, and there were a lot of flowers planted on the tiled compound.

“You have a beautiful home,” I told Mr. Kush as he walked me to the front door.

In my heels, he was a few inches shorter than me, and he had a stocky build with just a little extra fat. He was a good-looking man in his early forties, almost a decade older than his wife. 

“Thank you, Beauty, and you can call me Evans,” he said, opening the door for me with a smile. 

“Okay, Evans. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise, and let me say that you’re looking amazing. I think Doris will be pleased. Please take a seat.” He gestured to one of the three double couches in their large living room.

“Can I get you a drink before we go upstairs? Doris is getting ready for you. Her last meeting ended later than expected, so she’s running a little late.”

He had booked me for the whole night, so I wasn’t concerned with time. Or maybe I was, but only because I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his wife. 

“Red wine if you have it,” I answered, and with another smile, he left to fetch it. He looked cool and collected, but the slight tenting of his black slacks told me that he was just as eager for me to rock his wife’s world as I was. 

I looked around the house, noting the tasteful decor and art, but I was too horny to take it in properly. Evans returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. After opening the bottle, he poured a generous amount into each of the glasses and offered one to me.

I took it and raised a toast – “To a night of multiple orgasms and intense pleasure.”

His eyes widened for a second before he burst into a laugh, shaking his head. He looked even more handsome when he laughed. Of course, I couldn’t help noticing that any more than I could the generous tenting in his pants, but he was not my focus that day. 

“I like you, Beauty,” he admitted with another smile, then raised his glass too. “To orgasms and pleasure.”

We clinked our glasses and took sips of our wine. 

“Mmmm,” I moaned appreciatively. “This is some great wine.” 

I was no expert on wine by any stretch of the imagination, but I knew quality when I tasted it.

“Thank you, Beauty. And, before we join Doris, there is something I need to tell you.”

He looked suddenly nervous, or uncomfortable, and I wondered what he had to say.

“I’m listening,” I prodded, taking another sip of my very fabulous wine.

“Doris was brought up very conservatively, so I was surprised when she agreed to this,” he started.

“She did agree though, right?” 

I had asked him this question already, but I needed to confirm.

“Yes, she did. Like I said, I was surprised. But she’s not used to, you know…”

“Being with another woman?” I guessed.

He shook his head. “Not just that. She is not used to anything but the basics when it comes to sex.”

I frowned, confused. “When you say “the basics”, what do you mean?”

His light skin betrayed an embarrassed flush on his neck. “We have good sex, but it is pretty boring. Well, I hope it has been good. We usually just make out and I fondle her breasts a little, finger her to make sure she’s wet, and then penetration follows. Sometimes she gives me a hand job.”

I stared at him in surprise. “You’ve never made love to her breasts with your mouth or eaten her out?”

“No,” he admitted, looking slightly shamefaced.

“And she’s never given you a bj?”

“No,” he answered again.

“Sex positions?”

“Mostly missionary.”

“And let me guess, you’ve only had sex in the bedroom in bed.”

“Yes.”

“How long have you been married?” I asked.

“Six months.”

“And you didn’t have sex before that?”

“Twice throughout the one year of courtship. But it was mostly long-distance because I was out of the country.”

“And the two times you had sex was the same as what you’re having now?” I asked to be sure.

“Yes,” he responded.

I regarded my client quietly for a few seconds. “Obviously, you want to do all those things with her. Why haven’t you?”

He hesitated, then shrugged, deciding to be candid. “Beauty, I love my wife, but she wasn’t brought up with sexual liberation in mind. She is a Pastor’s daughter. I didn’t and still don’t want to scare her away with my carnal desires, but I can feel that something is missing. I don’t think she’s getting satisfied in bed, and she doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

I took another sip of my wine, thinking about their peculiar situation. 

“Well, it’s definitely my gain, but I have to ask…if you know there’s something wrong in your sex life and you know what to do, why don’t you just, I don’t know, do it? Talk to her about it and do it.”

He sipped his wine to gather his thoughts before replying, “I don’t want to scare her away.”

I chuckled in disbelief and gestured to myself. “She agreed to have sex with a sex worker who is also a woman. If that didn’t scare her away, I doubt giving her head will.”

“I know it seems strange. I was shocked when she agreed. It was just a passing comment; a joke I made about how hot seeing her with a woman would be. After saying it, I was afraid that she would take offense and quickly changed the subject. But later she asked me if it was something I really wanted. That fantasy. After she assured me that my answer wouldn’t upset her, I admitted that I would enjoy it. And she agreed to do it as an anniversary gift.”

Understanding suddenly hit me. “You want to use me to introduce other forms of pleasure to her because you’re afraid she won’t take it from you. But once she realizes what she’s missing, then you can now take over.”

He nods. “And I don’t mind her having sex with someone else if it is a woman. Plus, I felt she would be more comfortable with another girl.”

It still didn’t make sense to me, but it wasn’t my business. I closed my mouth and looked up when I heard footsteps and saw the subject of our discussion coming down the stairs.

She was barefoot, wearing a short sheer black robe and just black panties, because I could see her luscious mounds peeking through the robe. Her medium-length gold-tipped locs had been left loose to frame her face, and there was a sheen of light pink lipgloss on her lips that I couldn’t wait to smear.

Evans rose when he saw her. “Doris! I didn’t know you had finished. Come and meet Beauty.”

I watched her as she approached me, and noticed the way her gaze traveled swiftly to check me out before meeting my eyes. She looked away shyly again when she found me watching her. 

“Hi, Beauty.”

I knew people and was very versed in non-verbal cues and tells. I had her number from that one look, so I stayed where I was and kept my eyes on her while her husband brought her to me.

“Hello, Doris. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” I told her in my sultry voice.

When she got closer, I held out a hand to her. She glanced at her husband, and took my hand after he gave her an encouraging smile.

I leaned forward and brought the hand to my lips, kissing her fingers while still looking into her chocolate-brown eyes. Her eyes widened when I tugged her gently down to straddle my hips, but she didn’t protest. Her hands went to my shoulders, and she bit her lip. 

I splayed my hands across her back, still watching her reactions, then moved them to her waist to adjust her position on my lap.

“Have you been looking forward to this too?” I asked her in a whisper, smiling when her eyes snapped up from their blatant perusal of my breasts, which were half-exposed above the low neckline of my dress.

She drew in a breath and answered breathlessly, “Yes, yes, I have,” 

I smiled. “Good. I’m going to taste you.”

I brought her head closer and covered my lips with hers. Starting gently, I kissed her lips with soft pecks, not going deeper or harder. It was a deliberate tease, and I was gratified when she made a little frustrated sound and deepened the kiss. Once I had confirmed her consent, I took over the kiss, letting her know how much I wanted her. I tasted the fresh mint of a mouthwash, and I was certain she could taste my desire and the wine I had just drank. I kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue in a practiced way that I knew made my partners go wild. 

Doris moaned into my mouth and kissed me back without hesitation, leaning closer to give me better access when my hands slipped into her robe to touch her tits.

After a few more seconds of kissing her senselessly, I pulled back, amused when her lips tried to follow my mouth.

She opened her eyes to gaze at me with eyes full of lust.

“Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly, biting her bottom lip. Sexy.

“Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” Evans asks, and the way Doris’s wide eyes snapped to him betrayed the fact that she had forgotten that he was there. 

“I think that would be best,” I replied, tugging Doris off me and rising. I kept her hand in mine and used it to pull her to me, hands moving down to squeeze her ass as I kissed her again.

She moaned and kissed me back with a hunger that surprised me. She sure didn’t seem so shy about taking what she wanted. When I pulled away again, her pupils were blown, and her hard nipples were poking the front of her robe.

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