I’m Mary, an escort who resides in London. I was approached by a gentleman who drove to the Central Business District with a different motive. He invited me to his house in Marylebone. As we were talking, he intended to convince me to visit him. As a call girl, I had to resist this initially because I didn’t know the motive behind the visit. However, I gave in to his proposal and accepted. The client was a scholar who had a prestigious job in London. He owned a lot of classic flashy cars, which implied that he was living a good life. The best part is that he was not engaged.
On a Friday, late in the evening, I cannot forget the first experience with him the first day I set my eyes on him; he was polite, kind, and romantic. I saw a personal car driven along my lane. I saw a well-groomed young man alight the car, and he came towards where I was and started talking to me. The chat we had was good, and he needed some services from me.
He convinced me to board his car, and we headed to his house for romantic action. As an escort, I accepted his request, and he was so happy that he couldn’t hide his emotions through the look on his face.
During foreplay, he tried to seduce me to arouse my feelings. His constant efforts overpowered my resistance to intimacy. He rubbed my clit, and after some minutes, I was wet. All my feelings aroused as he rubbed his shaft against me. He requested me to let him play with me for a moment, and then he felt my dam break for the second time, and he plunged his shaft in me. He was expecting me to resist the act, but I couldn’t hide my feelings. I kept kissing him. I had to give in for the act. I held him tight around his waist. When he reached a climax, he ejaculated in me, and I enjoyed taking every drop of his semen in me and only let go when he was limp.
As a hot model in my teens, I looked at him with a smile. When I looked down, I saw his semen dripping out of my pussy. It was a special feeling to have experienced from my first client. He articulated the act in a manner that I never imagined. He drove me off from his house without uttering a single word, and I intended to ask him what he was up to and the reason why he did it. ‘It was out of the body desires,’ he replied. I was not satisfied with his answer. So, I asked him why did he have to choose me from the rest of my colleagues, and he hesitated to give his response.
I alighted his car when we arrived home, and he replied that ‘you were special than the rest.’ I got confused as he wished me goodnight. Days passed, and after three months, I got a call from him. I was confused and didn’t know whether to respond or not. I picked his call because I could not pretend that I was not interested in what he had to tell me. It is only that I was hesitating because I wasn’t sure what his motive was this time. He told me that he wanted to talk to me for a moment; little did I know he was around my compound.
I was out of words as I went down the stairs to get the message he had for his surprise visit. After a little chat, he went ahead and uttered some words that led me to go down in tears; he said, ‘I have fallen in love with you, will you marry me? Tears run down my cheeks.