The room was luxurious, an opulent oasis that contrasted sharply with the gritty, grimy streets of the city outside. The air smelled of money, of opulence, but also of a certain darkness that lurked beneath the surface. My client's hands were calloused and rough from years of hard work, but they caressed me gently as we lay down on the plush bed, our eyes locked in an unspoken promise of pleasure.
He pulled me close, his breath warm against my skin. His cock was thick, pulsating with life beneath the layers of clothes that separated us. I could feel it through the fabric, the heat and pulsing giving away its true identity. I wanted to touch it, to feel it against my skin, but I resisted the temptation for now.
He began to undress me, his hands exploring every inch of my body as though he were mapping out a new territory. His fingers traced the contours of my body, tracing the lines and valleys of my skin with an expert's touch. I could feel the electricity surging between us, our bodies responding to each other in ways that were almost primal.
As his hands moved lower, he paused for a moment, his eyes locked onto mine as he removed the last piece of clothing from me. He looked at my naked body with a mix of desire and admiration, the look in his eyes telling me that he was going to devour every inch of me.
He began to explore my breasts, his fingers tracing the outline of my nipples before pinching them gently between his thumb and index finger. The sensation was intense, sending jolts of pleasure radiating out from my breasts and down towards my core. I could feel my pussy moistening with desire, eager for his touch.
His hands moved lower still, tracing the line of my stomach before finally arriving at their destination - my pubic mound. He spread my labia apart gently, exposing my swollen clit to him. His fingers were rough and calloused from years of manual labor, but they felt like velvet against my sensitive skin.
He began to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles, the friction building with each passing moment until I was on the brink of orgasm. I could feel my pussy clenching around his fingers, begging for more. He knew what I needed and he gave it to me without hesitation.
His other hand moved lower still, sliding down between my thighs until he found my soaked entrance. He pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me open as he continued to rub my clit with his other hand. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of pleasure and pain pushing me closer to the edge.
As I neared my orgasm, he withdrew his fingers from my pussy, leaving me aching for more. He replaced them with his hard cock, pushing it inside me slowly at first before picking up speed until we were both moving in perfect harmony.
His thrusts grew deeper and harder, pounding into me like a jackhammer as he continued to rub my clit with the same expert precision that had brought me so close to climax just moments earlier. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, gripping him tightly as I reached the peak of my orgasm.
As I came, he continued to pound into me, his body tensing up alongside mine as he found his own release. Our bodies were locked together in a dance of passion and desire, our cries mingling together in a symphony of ecstasy.
In that moment, I knew that we had both risen from the depths of despair to experience something truly special - an encounter that would forever be etched into our memories as one of pure luxury and unbridled passion. From rags to riches, indeed.