I met her through a site that promised no bullshit, just cash for pussy. Her name was Jenna, 28, blonde, big tits, and she charged two grand for the night. I wired the money, got the hotel room, and waited. When she walked in, she dropped her coat and stood there in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass. "You want it straight?" she asked. I nodded. She unzipped me right there, pulled my cock out, and started sucking like she was paid to do it. No teasing, just wet mouth sliding down the shaft, tongue working the head while her hand pumped the base.
She tasted like mint and cigarettes. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face until spit ran down her chin. She didn't complain. She just looked up with those blue eyes and took it deeper. When I pulled out, she wiped her mouth and said, "Bed or couch?" I bent her over the couch. The dress came up, thong went to the side, and I shoved into her pussy in one thrust. She was wet already, tight and hot. I pounded her hard, balls slapping, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. She moaned like a whore getting what she wanted, pushing back to meet every stroke.
I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. She came quick, legs shaking, cunt squeezing my dick. I didn't stop. I kept slamming into her until I felt my own load building. I pulled out and sprayed it across her ass cheeks, thick ropes dripping down her crack. She stayed bent over, breathing heavy, while I caught my breath.
We didn't talk much after that. She cleaned up in the bathroom and came back naked. Her body was all curves, shaved pussy, nipples hard. I paid extra for the full night so we kept going. She climbed on top, sank down on my cock, and rode it like she was clocking in. Her tits bounced in my face. I sucked on them, bit the nipples, while she ground her clit against me. "You like that paid pussy?" she whispered. I slapped her ass and told her to shut up and fuck. She did, faster, until I flipped her onto her back and took over.
I spread her legs wide and drilled her deep. Every thrust bottomed out. She was loud now, cursing, telling me to fuck her harder. I did. Sweat ran down my back. Her pussy made wet sounds every time I pulled out and slammed back in. I came inside her this time, pumping load after load into that tight hole. She didn't stop me. She just wrapped her legs around me and took it.
Later we ordered food and fucked again in the shower. I soaped her up, fingered her from behind, then bent her against the tiles and took her ass. It was tighter, dirtier. She grunted and pushed back, telling me to stretch her open. I came again, filling her ass while water washed everything down the drain.
By morning she was gone. Two grand well spent. My cock was sore, her scent still on the sheets. That's how real escort sex goes, no romance, just raw fucking until the money runs out.
