Maria

Maria

I had never paid for sex in my life where a working girl was concerned.  To tell you the truth I was one of those guys who was just cocky and talkative enough to find free and easy sex anywhere.  I always swore that strip clubs were a waste of money.  My buddies would take their hard earned cash and give it to some tease with tassels who would give them blue balls and an empty wallet.  I could take that same money and head to the local bar and get some hot chick liquored up and in bed for probably half the price and trust me my balls would not be blue afterwards.  I was proud of that fact but as they often say “Never Say Never”.

I was in Vegas for a bachelor party.  Shocking I know but there we all were having the time of our lives when I saw her at the bar.  She wore a bright blue sequined dress that hung off her shoulders teasingly and the first thing I noticed was her lightly kissed caramel tinged skin.  It was smooth and just the right amount of creamy.  When she turned and caught my stare she did not move her eyes, rather she locked onto mine and flashed a radiant pearly white smile.  The conversation around me faded into a muffled noise as I thought to myself how much I wanted her.  At that very moment I wanted to meet her, to talk to her, to feel her soft skin pressed against mine.  I dismissed myself from the conversation my buddies were having and headed toward the bar.  She watched me the entire way with those dark exotic eyes.  When I finally reached her, after traversing a room full of elderly people and drunk frat boys, she made heart jump with a simple accented hello.  Her voice was honey and just as beautiful as she was.

She told me her name was Maria and after a few drinks and small talk I found myself in a crowded elevator with her headed back to my room.  She was one of the most forward and flirtatious women I had ever met.  My ego was soaring well above the clouds and nothing was going to bring me down from this high.  She laughed as I fondled with my key-card to enter my room.  We joked in a way that old lovers do.  I remember sitting on the couch and admiring her beauty, wondering how I was so lucky to find her.

Her accent was seduction and as she spoke to me with lust tinged words I knew in that moment there was no way she was leaving my room without me feeling her naked against me.  Small talk led to touching and few of my testing kisses here and there.  I had her right where I wanted, her hook line and sinker.  As she worked the buckle to my pants she asked if this was my first time.  I thought to myself how she must have been joking and responded no.  “So you have been with an escort before?”  I looked at her puzzled.  “I have escorted people many places before.” I said laughing as she worked my pants and boxers down.  She then stood in front of me lifting her dress just enough to show me the top her gorgeous thighs while she ran her hands underneath and slowly drug her matching blue panties down to her calves.  “What do you want me to do to you?” she asked as she straddled me resting just above my knees.  “Why everything your heart can imagine Maria.” I whispered with my sexiest voice.  She smiled and leaned into me rising off my legs and pushing forward. As she hovered above my want she whispered “ Can you afford me?”  A light went on my head.  No wonder she was perfect I thought to myself.  She grabbed my length and guided toward her pausing just a mere inch away from her heat.  I could feel her warmth hovering above my desire as she taunted my self control and lack of will power.

The air hung with her perfume and sex and although it was a professional hunger she had I could not help but figure why not. “When in Rome” I thought to myself as she skillfully worked hand against my shaft.  “So to stay till the morning” I asked.  She did not hesitate, whispering a thousand dollars while she lowered herself just a bit more.  My swollen helmet lightly grazed her womanhood and sent me spiraling into need.  “Agreed” I managed to grunt out and with that she pressed my cock deep into her waiting cunt.  She felt magical as she swallowed me whole with her slippery silk kiss.  I knew I was lost in her seduction and did not care one bit. I was only interested in her as she rode me with an almost perfect rhythm.  The night stretched on into never ending sex and one amazing experience after another.  She truly knew her trade.

Before either of realized morning had come we were already sprinkled with some of the morning light that snuck past the blinds in my room. I sat watching her as she left the bed searching for her clothes.  I watched her naked. She was perfect in every way except for the fact she was wearing my watch.  At that moment I didn't really care.  I was perfectly content.  She turned and smiled at me tugging nervously on her bottom lip, struggling with something, maybe feigning her want for me, trying to get another payday, who knows.  It didn't matter to me though if her desire was real or all just an act for a few more bucks.  I was not finished with her by any means.  I shook my head knowing I had been duped just like my friends who I lectured before and then I asked her “How much for the rest of today?”

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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