Riding My Stallion Client

He seems nervous.

The thought occurred to me distantly as I eyed the man sitting in front of me. He was immaculately dressed in a pressed, button-down shirt, slacks, and some leather loafers.

I wondered if any of my other clients had ever taken this painstaking amount of effort to look nice for me.

It impressed me enough to take an instant interest in him, even though physically he wasn't my type. Call girls weren't supposed to have types, but I’d been doing this for so long and had become so skilled that I got to be choosy. Typically, I liked men that were either old enough (and rich enough) to make the effort low and the profit high, or men young enough to be a good time.

This man was neither.

He hovered somewhere around middle-age, and while his clothes seemed nice enough there was nothing explicitly expensive about them. He was taller than average, about 6-foot with an average bulky build. A pair of spectacles perched on his nose; in front of the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.

Everything else about him spoke of the type of ordinary you would see walking across the street.

But those eyes... combined with the clear nerves that were bouncing around his body, the way he squeezed his hand together and almost refused to look at me…

Also, the fact that he’d showered before he came here and was wearing cologne.

All of it endeared him to me.

It was why I found myself getting up from the hotel room bed where I was lounging and walking over to where he sat on the couch. I brought my hand under his chin, tipping it up so I could look into his beautiful eyes.

“There they are,” I crooned. He blushed.

I reached out and took off his glasses.

His eyes were even more beautiful without it because now I could see the dark lashes that framed each eye. Combined with that jawline, he was quite pretty in a masculine way.

“You can see without these, can’t you handsome?” I asked, referring to the glasses.

He nodded and I smiled, pleased as I placed them on the table by the couch.

His gaze dropped as I opened my legs and sit astride on his thigh. I was not usually this forward with my clients early on, but I could tell I’d probably have to do a lot of the leading with this shy guy.

I tucked a piece of hair behind his ears, feeling him blush.

Aw, he’s so cute.

“What would you like then?” I asked.

“Um..” He seemed to struggle with the answer. “Anything you want to do, I suppose.”

So polite, but that was exactly the wrong answer to give a call girl. A client who didn't know what he wanted was typically hard to please which meant I would have to spend extra time investigating his needs myself.

But somehow, I didn’t mind much.

I glanced down, to see there was already a sizeable bulge at the front of his jeans, just at the juncture of my thighs. That seemed like a good enough place to start.

I ran my finger over the bulge and he jumped a little in surprise.

I watched as his green eyes got stormy and it sent a little thrill through me. Something told me that I would be enjoying this very much.

With one hand, I expertly undid the buckle of his jeans and unzipped them. He was wearing boxers underneath it and it took a bit of creativity to maneuver around it, finding the hole in the middle and reaching in for his cock.

But when my fingers found it, my eyes widened as shock slammed into me.

There’s no way. It can’t be.

But as I pulled him out, I gaped at the massive tower now protruding between my legs.

The man’s cock is huge.

 I glanced back at his face in disbelief but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were squeezed shut and his body trembling.

And I’ve barely touched him.

I wondered what would happen if I sincerely jacked him off or put my mouth on him.

I couldn’t wait to find out.

I knew this would be fun.

I shifted out of his lap, dropping to my knees. His eyes opened just in time to catch my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. They fell shut again.

"Oh fuck,” he sighed, and he gripped the hands of the seat. I smiled at his obvious enjoyment, taking my time and teasing him to the precipice. I ran my tongue over the ridges and veins of his cock, exploring it with awe. I’d never seen a 12-incher before, and even just looking at it, just tasting it was starting to get me high. My pussy squeezed in anticipation.

Fuck, I was so horny already and we hadn’t even started.

As I continued to play with his cock, alternating between jerking the stalk and sucking the tip, he started to make little gasping noises, his body tightening and shaking. Fuck, his reaction is another thing that was getting me wet. It was so innocent, so raw.

And just like that, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I instantly got back on my feet, lifted my mini skirt, and straddled his lap once more.

It only took a second to tear off the condom wrapper with my teeth.

I grabbed his cock in one hand, slipped on the condom with some hasty difficulty, and began slowly sinking down on it.

“Oh fuuuck.” Pure ecstasy drew the sound out of me.

The feeling of his large member entering my pussy was mindblowing. He was hitting every single nerve ending on the way in and before I was even halfway down his cock, I felt impossibly full. I stayed there, savoring the feeling for as long as possible before his trembling hands fit my waist and then pulled me down.

I screamed as he slammed into me, but it wasn’t from pain. Or at least not entirely. Because the pain was mixed with a pleasure so intense it blinded me for a second.

He fucking hit my womb.

“Oh shit. I’m so so-” I could hear him beginning to apologize but I didn’t want to hear it, pushing my lips against his to halt the words entirely. Instead, I focused all my energy on riding that glorious cock, throwing my head back when the feelings overwhelmed me. He grabbed my waist tighter, controlling the movement, basically using me to get off. I loved it.

Fuck I loved his dick. I could get addicted to it.

“Oh my God,” he exclaimed, and I could tell from his bright eyes that he was reaching the edge. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Let go.” I gasped as pleasure spiked through me with every thrust. So intense. “Let’s go over together.”

And then as I slammed my lips against his once more, we did just that. We came in unison, guttural groans echoing all around us.