The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across the old wooden floorboards. The walls were adorned with vintage posters of classic pin-up models, adding a sultry vibe to the atmosphere. The air was thick with anticipation as I prepared for my night's work. The client had arrived promptly at 8 pm, paying in full before we even began the session. He was tall, lean, and muscular, his eyes burning with desire as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to make my move.
I walked over to him slowly, feeling every inch of my naked body brush against the smooth fabric of my lace teddy. I felt empowered knowing that this man was paying me good money to provide him with an erotic experience he would never forget. The anticipation in his eyes fueled my confidence as I unfastened the clasp on my teddy, allowing it to fall away from my body. My client's eyes widened, taking in every inch of my curvaceous form.
My nipples were already hard and erect, standing at attention against my soft, smooth skin. He reached out to touch them gently, his fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh with deliberate precision. I moaned softly at his touch, arching my back and presenting myself to him like a submissive offering. He took me in hand, squeezing and kneading gently before moving lower to explore the soft folds of my womanhood.
His fingers slipped effortlessly between my wet lips, finding the sweet spot that made me moan with pleasure. I could feel his eyes on me as he explored my body, every touch bringing a new wave of pleasure crashing over me. He knew exactly what to do, and I felt empowered knowing that I was in control of this situation.
I guided his fingers deeper inside me, feeling the wetness build as he worked his magic. His other hand found its way to my clit, circling it gently before applying just the right amount of pressure. With every touch, my body trembled with anticipation, knowing that I was on the edge of ecstasy.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need more."
He obliged, slipping another finger inside me as he continued to caress my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting closer with each passing moment. As the climax approached, his fingers moved in sync with my breathing, bringing me closer to the edge with each stroke. Finally, it happened - a wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless and weak in the knees.
But he wasn't done yet. He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt the head of his cock brush against my still-sensitive lips. Without warning, he thrust forward, filling me completely with his hardness. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, sending shivers of delight coursing through my entire body.
He began to move inside me, matching his rhythm to mine as we found our groove together. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the tension build as he thrust deeper and harder. With each stroke, I could feel his balls slapping against my womanhood, adding another layer of excitement to the mix.
"Harder," I moaned, urging him on as we neared our climax. He obliged, increasing the intensity of his movements until it became too much for me to bear. With a final thrust, he came inside me, spilling his seed deep within my womb. We lay there together for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our shared pleasure.
As I climbed off him and cleaned up, I felt empowered knowing that I had provided this man with an experience he would never forget. In that moment, I realized that being an empowered sex worker was not just about making money or catering to others' desires; it was about finding freedom in oneself and embracing the pleasure of the human experience.