Book You For the Night

What if I wanted to book you for the night? How much would you charge? I’ve never paid for sex before, but I’m in the mood for it tonight. I’ve always wondered what it would be like. Is it really any different to picking up some guy in a bar, then taking him home and fucking him into the early hours? I’ve done that enough… so why not try something new, something else, something completely different entirely?

I’d want you for a few hours. Maybe a whole night. One fuck won’t be enough, and one hour certainly won’t fit in all the things I want to do. Pick a number. Name your price. Ask the questions that’ll help you decide, so we can move things along.

No, I’m not interested in doing things to your body. I’m hiring you for all the things that you can to do mine. Vaginal sex? Yes. Anal? Possibly. Will I want to suck your dick? Oh, actually, yes. Maybe I’m not that selfish and demanding, after all.

Deal closed, boundaries discussed, money exchanged, it’s time for the next part of the night… and boy, am I excited for it. It’s been such a long time for me, so I mostly want this night to play around, experiment, remind myself of all the ways I like to fuck. What would I want first? Oral sex? No: that’s not something I want to do with you. Hard limit. I’m saving that for someone special, and no, I don’t care how strange that sounds to you.

I think I’d want you to sit on the couch first. Let me undress you. Slowly at first, then growing more frantic as the thought of your dick makes me almost salivate at the mouth. I can’t wait to slide myself down a hot, hard dick, right the way down until it almost hurts. I’ll get there. Eventually. First, I’ll need to slide my clothes off, quickly, not putting on a show because I’m not paying you for that.

You’ll look me up and down in a way that makes me wonder if you do that with every customer, because it feels so damn good. It’s a look that expresses interest, intrigue, and straight, simple lust. Do you want me? More than what the money says, I mean? Are you interested in my body? I think I like the way it feels.

I’ll throw my leg over your lap as you open your arms and body to me. Your dick is ready and waiting, imperfectly perfect in every single way. I can’t help but smile as I lower down on to you, taking just the tip inside, just to see how we both like it. Cup my ass with both hands as I slowly move myself up and down. Don’t be afraid to grasp me like you mean it. I’m not made of glass, and I don’t much mind if you bruise me. Leave me little reminders that’ll make me smile in a couple of days’ time.

Would you mind if I picked up the speed, if I rocked up and down just a little bit faster? Every time I do, each grind up and down nudges my clitoris against your body, and it feels so fucking good. Better than good. Exquisite, actually. But I don’t want to come just yet. Not yet. I’ve paid for you, and I want to get my money’s worth. We might have plenty of time tonight, but I want this one to last just a bit longer.

I’ll switch from up-and-down to gyrating moves, wrapping my legs around you and drawing you in close. I want to feel as much of you against me as I can manage. You smell so damn good, which obviously helps. The scent of your skin, your perspiration, and your cologne come together in a heady mix that would only work on you. Nobody else. I inhale deeply as I nuzzle into your neck, and the crackle of electricity between my thighs quickly grows in intensity.

I’ll wonder if you’re getting closer, too. Can you feel the first ebbs of your climax nearby? The thought of it spurs me on even more, rocking and gyrating until I’m too close to even consider stopping.

“Fuck,” I’ll breathe, grasping your arm. The closer I get, the tighter I grip.

Maybe you’ll breathe something similar as I grind us both closer. I hope you make some kind of noise, at least. A grunt, perhaps? A groan? Expletives moan through gritted teeth? That noise will be the thing that tips me right over the edge, and then my clenching cunt will be the thing that tips you.

Together, split seconds apart, we’ll come. You’ll erupt inside me as your hands painfully grip my ass; I’ll drench you, my arms thrown around you and holding on tight. It’ll be loud and wet and almost violent in nature – a fuck that neither of us will quickly forget.

We’ll lie there afterwards, spent and still sticky. You’ll find something on the TV for background noise, and I’ll run to the bathroom when your jizz starts to run down my legs. Maybe we’ll order room service. Maybe you’ll run to the fast food place that’s open until late down the street. Whatever I want – I’m paying, after all.

Later, we’ll shower and fuck, slowly, soaping each other up and letting the water cascade down on us. And then, when we’re clean, you’ll carry me to the bed, where we’ll fuck again, sweetly, this time. You’ll spoon me, then I’ll nudge backwards, then we’ll come together one final time before we’ll fall asleep in each other’s arms.

There will be no sex in the morning, because we both know how much I hate it. But there will be small talk and chit-chat and comfortable, familiar silences.

“Until next time,” you’ll say, dipping out of the hotel door.

“Until next time,” I say.