I’m a big-time escort lover. I live in Austin nowadays and there are so many escorts here. Every weekend I book at least one girl to keep me company. Sometimes I book two, even three if I feel like partying for multiple nights. I might be a sex addict. And I’m saying that because wherever I travel for my job, I can’t stop from hiring an escort. It got so bad that I felt the need to check out the local hookers even when I visited my parents in my small town in Nevada.
There wasn’t much to choose from in this town. Most girls who want to make money with sex work simply move to Reno or Vegas, where clients are always pouring it. The only escort who was my age and who was also hot was a mistress. I’m not a big mistress guy. In fact, I’ve never hired a mistress before. But since I was in my hometown, getting bored out of my mind, I decided to give it a try.
I texted her number to ask for more details. She wasn’t showing her face in the ad, which is normal for a small town. So naturally, I asked for a picture of her face. I was shocked. She was Angela, a girl I knew from high school. She never struck me as a dominatrix back then. She never even struck me as sexual. Always studying and following rules, with braces and glasses, she was never the girl you would crush on.
But now, looking at her, I can see a badass woman. I didn’t tell her that I knew her and we set up the details of our meeting. She told me to drive to her house and pull into the driveway. I did and the garage door opened. I pulled in and as soon as the door closed behind me, I heard Angela. She was a grown woman, but I could recognize her voice. She was talking to me through some speakers in the garage that told me to walk through the red door.
I was impressed with the professionalism of this escort. It does seem like something elaborated she would come up with. Still, through the speaker, she told me to enter the door on the right, get naked, and shower. I followed her instructions while my cock was getting hard. The confidence in her voice made her so sexy. She then told me to walk down some stairs that were right outside that bathroom.
I walked into a dark basement. I barely could see anything. And then, boom! A big sealing light turned on and I could spot Angela across the room. She was sitting on a red and black throne, wearing latex pants, a laced black bra, and high-heeled leather boots. Her hair was red and curly and her eyes were analyzing my naked body from head to toe.
“Nice cock, mister!”
I know it should have sounded like a compliment, but it made me feel insecure. I even covered up my erect penis with my hands. She told me to kneel and I kneeled. That’s when she spread her legs open and unzipped her latex pants between her legs to reveal her pussy. She let me stare at it for a bit. It was beautiful. If I knew what a great pussy Angela was hiding in her panties back then, surely I would have crushed on her.
She stood up and slowly walked towards me. She looked me in the eyes and stopped for a second. Put her hands in my hair and mounted my mouth with her pussy. She was rubbing her clit on my mouth just like I move when I face-fuck other escorts. I felt used, but I strangely loved it. My cock was getting harder and harder as Angela was moaning louder. She was pushing so hard on my face, making me slowly lean backward. So much so that she pushed me all the way onto the floor and hopped on my face.
Angela was riding my face and playing with my tits. I could barely breathe, but I loved it. I was playing with my cock as she was getting closer to an orgasm. And then she came. She let her squirt flow on my face. Or maybe she pissed all over my face. I don’t know, but I can tell she enjoyed it. And I enjoyed it too. It was so strange. I felt like I wanted to impress and please her, but I was doing nothing.
She stood up, squirt still dripping off her beautiful clit, took a couple of steps backward, and put her boot on my cock.
“I need you not to cum! Whatever you do, don’t cum!”
Then she sat down on my cock and started riding it. As she was moving on my dick, I was getting closer and closer to bursting inside her. But she was looking at me and right when I was just about to cum, she punched me hard across the face.
I was shocked. She kept riding me harder and slapping or punching me. She was hatefucking me and I was loving it. The harder she’d ride me, the wilder the punches would get.
She then put her hands around my neck, looked me in the eyes, and told me:
“You can cum now! Whenever you feel like it!”
She was grinding on my cock hard while choking me. I felt like the room was spinning and that’s when I released myself inside her. I was moaning like a slut and she was encouraging me to do so. I could barely see her, but she was looking at me with a smile on her face, somehow proud of what she was putting me through.
I passed out for a bit and when I woke up in a couple of seconds, my head was between her legs as she was standing over me, looking me in the eyes. And then she said:
“Time to clean up the mess you’ve made!”
She lowered her pussy squatting on top of my face. I could see her squeezing my cum out of her pussy.
“Open your mouth!” she said, and she put her sperm-covered hole right on my tongue. She insisted on wiping herself with my face. She was using me as toilet paper. It was quite nasty, especially after the arousal was done as I’ve already orgasmed. But I could see she liked it and I was doing it for her. It’s weird how I fell for her and accepted her as my dominator.
She then stood up and as she was walking back to her throne I heard her say:
“Good job, Billy! You did well!”
I never even considered that she would recognize me. I was so caught up in the experience that I thought I was the only one who remembered her. And no one called me Billy in so long.
She invited me upstairs after that, where she stripped off her latex outfit and put on a robe. She poured us some wine and we started chatting. She told me all about her dominatrix business and how men travel to our town just to be punished by her. She never fucks them. She just puts them through pain and humiliation. I guess I was special to Angela. I felt special and I can’t wait to visit home again. I’m surely going to let her use me and I’m happy to pay for it. I left her two times the rate she charged. And then went back to my family like nothing happened. But I could only think about her gorgeous pussy and how happy I was to service the needs of such a powerful woman.