Our faithful writer tells her diary all about her encounter with Mac, the dockworker. He doesn't make much money, so when he splurges on a high class escort like this, he likes to take his time and go all out. Good thing he's packing a huge pole to work with. More
Part 1 of Diary of an Escort.
Our faithful writer tells her diary all about her encounter with Mac, the dockworker. He doesn't make much money, so when he splurges on a high class escort like this, he likes to take his time and go all out. Good thing he's packing a huge pole to work with.
EXCERPT: I explained to him the process and what was and was not covered in the price. He then explained to me that the reason he was even thinking about doing this was that him, and his wife were having serious marital issues that needed to be fixed. She had kicked him out, and he simply needed the attention of a female to make him feel better. I was able to look at the front of his pants and see that he was a very lucky man. It was apparent that the issues that Mac, and his wife were experiencing were not based on the ability to perform in bed.
I sat beside him and began to rub his legs and suggested that he might be comfortable if he removed his pants. Mac stood up and removed his work pants. I was amazed to see that he was a boxer wearer, I had him pegged as being a briefs type guy, he would later explain that he could not wear briefs comfortably due to his endowment. He sat back down, and I resumed rubbing his legs and massaging his very hairy and hard legs. He was very stout as I could see that in the fact that he had thighs that could crack walnuts.
I unbuttoned his shirt and began to caress his thick rug of rich, jet-black hair that he had all over his chest and belly. Again, I was greeted with slabs of meat. He showed that he was very strong and good at what he did. I love a man who is hairy. The feel of his hair turned me on and caused a wet spot to form on the front of my panties. I could tell that Mac was settling down a bit as he was not nearly as tense as he was when I first arrived. He took his hand and began to gently rub my leg. I caught him a couple of times looking at my cleavage.
I loved when a man tried to sneak a peek at my perfectly shaped C cup breasts. Unlike a lot of the girls who worked for the company, I was able to say that my rack was all-natural and I had no enhancement work done. Mac began to slip his hand further and further up my leg. I was getting very excited at the sensation of a man who was playing around with me instead of a lot of the men whom I had, which were interested in simple get up, get in, get off get out. I enjoyed the company of a man who liked to tease a woman and make her wet with excitement waiting for more.
The cat and mouse game that we were playing was getting me turned on as I liked being teased. I reached up and began to unbutton a couple of the top buttons on the top that I was wearing. I was hoping that this move would lead to more intense play developing between me and Mac. He liked what I did as he tried harder to get a little more of a peek, I still had enough buttoned up that he was not able to see my tits yet. He was only able to see the edge of my bra and barely pick out the outline of my black lace Victoria's secret bra that I was wearing.
Mac took his hand and began to explore my inner thighs under my skirt. He was playing with me as he would get his hand up near my pussy but then would pull back as if to tease me and make me the one that was begging for more. I did not care as he had paid for two hours, so I was more than willing to let the game go on as long as he wanted it to.
WARNING: This 4000+ word erotic confessional story contains graphic consensual sex between a sex worker and a well endowed dockworker, including oral, girl on top, and bent over shower sex. Don't read in public!