Straight Gigolo Paris – France

Straight Gigolo Paris - France

Straight Gigolo Paris – France

Her Straight Gigolo Paris – France, lowered his head again and gave her left breast the same sort of attention, lavishing kisses on it, sucking the nipple, rolling his tongue around it as she lifted her hips again and again against him, unable to stop herself.

Her arousal was potent, sharp in its intensity. She felt everything he did to her all over her body. It was nervousness, of course, and the adrenaline rush that came with a brand-new partner after being with only one man in two years.

Her male escort rose up off her body, knelt over her hips and unzipped his pants. He lowered them and his black boxer briefs to his thighs. With one hand he stroked himself over her.

When he started to raise his pants up again—more teasing—she reached out and grabbed his wrists. James took her naked breasts in both of his hands and held them, squeezing them lightly and massaging them.

She couldn’t quite believe it. This was James from Paris, France ? The James, gigolo for demanding ladies of the city of love. He asked her to take her clothes off. Her male escort wanted to see her body. She was being to be the happiest woman on earth tonight. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen a man do in her life—pull down his pants to show her his hard french cock.

Her male escort was big enough to impress her, and he’d known it. She stretched out on her back again. James stood up off the bed but only long enough to finishing undressing. Pants off. Boxer briefs off. Wearing nothing but the slightest smile, he crawled back over her, took her wrists in his hands and pushed them over her head onto the bed.

She lay there, panting, aroused, scared in all the best ways to be scared, the ways people courted danger by skydiving and having sex with near-strangers. But this felt safe, too, safe as a roller coaster. Controlled fear.

James wasn’t a real stranger even if he seemed like it when he acted like this. She’d known him since she found his web site and read all the story of this male escort in Paris.

Her male escort cupped the back of her neck to lift her so he could unhook her bra and remove it completely. It ended up with his clothes on the floor. James unbuttoned the top button of her dress and he paused for a split second as if waiting for her to object.

She had no objections. None. Instead of raising an objection, she raised her hips, allowing him to slide her dress down her legs and off her.

When he started to peel her underwear off, she knew it was going to happen and she was happy about it. She wanted this. No fear, no nervousness, no guilt. Only pleasure. As it should be.

James pressed a kiss onto her stomach. She dug her hands in his hair—such soft hair—and sighed as his lips left a burning trail from hip to hip and then down and down a little more.

The gigolo for ladies kissed her upper thighs. He pushed her legs open. In one impressively smooth movement, James turned around, straddled her shoulders and dropped his head between her legs.

She lifted her head and took his cock into her mouth as he ran his tongue lightly up and down the seam of her vulva. Moaning, she opened her legs even wider for him and took more of him into her mouth.

She gripped the back of his thighs and found them hard as steel in her hands. And he was hard as steel between her lips. The only thing soft was the kiss he placed on her clit. A gentle kiss followed by a lick and another lick.

Her male escort spread her wider with his fingertips and licked her deeper inside. It felt so good she moaned, and since James’s cock was deep in her mouth he moaned, too. More of a groan than a moan. Whatever it was, James was pretty sure she’d never heard a man make a sound that sexy and sensual.

As she sucked him, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his legs, grabbing his ass a few times to playfully distract him and to drag him down closer to her. Her male escort got the hint and started pushing his hips in and out, fucking her mouth.

Her gigolo didn’t go too hard or too fast, didn’t choke her with his cock, which she appreciated. He was careful even as he went down on her, taking his time, teasing her with kisses and making her work for more by spreading wider for him and pulling her knees up to her chest.

He caressed her wet open body with his fingertips. She could feel it as he massaged her inner labia, opening them up, and circling her secret garden over and over again.

Her gigolo pushed one finger into her and her hips came off the bed in embarrassing eagerness for more. He pushed in a second finger and licked her clitoris again.

James climbed off her and stretched out along the side of her body. He fondled her breasts, shaking his head the whole time. He slid between her legs again and opened her up for him.

Once more he pushed two fingers inside of her, easing them in and out and around the warm, wet interior of her body as he licked her and sucked her and kissed her and finger-fucked her. She was awash in pleasure, in that sort of soft liquid pleasure that suffuses the stomach and back and hips all at once and makes the thighs tense and quiver and fingers clutch at the sheets. That sort of pleasure.

She was going to come and soon and hard and on his mouth. James’s head fell back and her shoulders came off the bed again. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she dug her heels into the mattress as James brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure and left her there as he slowed down, eased up the pressure to draw it out a little longer…a little longer…

Her gigolo stopped licking her and just used his fingers inside her. She’d been close to coming and now the urge faded, but only slightly. He hadn’t been kidding about wanting to drag the sex out as long as possible. He brought her almost to coming again and she could have screamed and would have if it didn’t feel so good getting there and back again.

He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it and licked it as once more he brought her to the edge of climaxing. She lifted her head off the bed and watched him as he kissed her. His eyes were closed and he looked intent on his work and yet…sublime. This was not a man who went down on her begrudgingly or only to get a blow job out of her. This was a man who loved doing what he was doing and it showed.

With both hands, James spread her wet folds open and with the flat of his tongue lapped at her clitoris in long slow licks that turned into short fast licks until she was frozen on the bed, paralyzed but with the sharpest, most intense sensation of pleasure she could remember feeling in all her life.

And it went on and on, waves of it hitting her like ocean waves. Not gently, but hard, knocking her under, slamming the breath out of her. Her hips bucked and her vagina contracted on James’s fingers. She did scream his name when an amazing orgasm blow her mind totally as she reached cloud nine.

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I called a male companion to come to my room after a dinner in Paris, I was a bundle of nerves. I stared at him, his height and breadth filling my doorway as he leaned with one shoulder against the frame. I wanted a male escort experience to feel like a woman taken by a real man.

I watched him obsessively, unable to keep my gaze from wandering him. My male escort was everything masculine, powerful and help me, I was dreaming hot. My heart started to thump from a potent mixture of fear and lust. My male escort looked me up and down.

My gigolo guided me onto a chair, arranging me so that I was straddling him with my knees on either side of his thighs, holding me in place with one hand at my waist.

My male escort slipped his other hand between my parted legs to test my wetness. I sat frozen as he brushed his fingertips through my soaking curls and slipped them between the slick lips of my pussy, seeking out my engorged clit.

My gigolo gazed into my eyes as he worked two fingers up and down either side of the sensitive flesh, and my eyelids drifted closed from the wonderful sensation.

Then he lightly pinched the tip, where every movement of his exploring digits was intensified, amplified, and I cried out, my head falling back. My male escort soothed me again with gentle stroking, the slow rhythm promising so much more to come.

My gigolo continued his evocative massage of my intimate flesh. I leaned forward with my hands on his shoulders and pressed my lips eagerly to his. It was a sweet moment then his mouth moved against mine and I opened, inviting him inside. James was gentle but firm, confident, his velvet tongue sweeping in to brush against mine and explore me. The combined potency of his taste and the assertive way he filled my mouth sent my senses into a whirling hurricane of erotic pleasure.

I tried to capture his sleek tongue, wanting to suck on it and draw out more of his essence. My gigolo let me have my way for a moment then set out to sample the tastes and textures of my palate, the soft skin of my inner cheeks and the sensitive, almost ticklish surfaces just inside my mouth. My gigolo sucked, probed and stroked, first deeply then less so, withdrawing to lick and nibble provocatively while I gasped and breathed in his breath, drowning in the flavors of him.

Then he shifted his head, sealing our lips together at a different angle, and plunged into my mouth again, leaving no part untouched, unclaimed. All the while he kept up the leisurely manipulation of my clit, his clever fingers never faltering.
It was overwhelming, the sheer intimacy of his mouth devouring mine so passionately and his fingers exploring me so elementally.
My gigolo drew back, panting, and waited for me to drag my heavy eyelids open and meet his burning stare. Then, ever so slowly, he sank a long finger into my cunt.

I nodded helplessly. My male escort had both hands between my legs now, spreading my labia wide with one so that my clit protruded defenselessly, utterly exposed to his exploration. My gigolo dipped his fingers in and out of my channel, spreading my juices all over me, until I was a slick mass of sensitive skin under his touch.

I hold up my breasts and offer him my nipples. I cup the heavy flesh and lean toward him, shuffling my knees farther onto the chair to get closer to his mouth. His lips closed over the sensitive tip and a burst of pleasure traveled through my body to my pussy.

My gigolo drew my responsive nipple deep into his mouth where he rubbed it with the flat of his tongue before flicking it rapidly then rubbing it again. I arched my back, pushing my boob to his lips, wordlessly begging for more, and was rewarded by his greedy sucking. Then he let the nipple pop out the corner of his mouth.

My male escort engulfed the other nipple in his mouth, leaving me to play with the one that was already wet and exquisitely sensitive from his ministrations. I rolled it and pulled it, and he watched while he gripped the other nerve-laden nub between his teeth and tormented it with his tongue.

My body was shaking with huge tremors, racked by impending orgasm, when I felt him enter my channel with two fingers, one from his left hand and one from his right. My gigolo slid them deep, hooked them against my slippery internal walls and stretched me open. I cried out and bucked against his fingers but his grip stayed firm.

My male escort slipped my breast from his lips. James added another finger from each hand, stretching me beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. I whimpered and clutched at his chest, feeling the unforgiving hardness of his body, wanting it.

My gigolo withdrew his fingers, shifted me back a little, and rubbed my glistening juices onto his cock. Then he held it upright, away from his body. James saw me measuring it with my eyes.

My male escort really was huge. I tamped down a sudden flash of nerves and lifted up one leg, putting my foot on the seat of the chair next to his thigh so I could position myself over his dick. James helped me fit the bulbous head against my opening and I paused for a moment, gathering my courage, feeling him pulsing against me.

My gigolo made no move, leaving it to me to lower myself onto his fearsome length. His eyes were fixed on the point of our juncture and his face was flushed with passion along his prominent cheekbones.

I removed my foot and put my knee back down so I was straddling him again, and that small change pushed the blunt tip of his cock through the tight, clenching muscles that guarded my entrance.

My gigolo was in—just barely, but definitely within my body. I gasped at the way he stretched me and froze for a moment, trying to adjust to the feeling of him. He’d prepared me well and I felt my walls ease around him.

I lowered myself in increments, acutely aware of his ingress parting my channel, forging deep into the tender tissues beyond the reach of any fingers. It was a spectacular moment of intimacy, of taking and being taken, of voluptuous pleasure-pain.

I think we both wanted it to last forever, so intense was the gratification, but at last he was seated in me to the hilt and I was overwhelmed with an almost unbearable feeling of fullness and tightness.

I could hardly will myself to move but he took over, lifting me, his brawny arms bulging, until he could move his hips beneath me and slide in and out, each stroke leaving me breathless.

My gigolo set up a slow rhythm, much too slow, clearly determined to enjoy my body to the utmost, smiling while I begged and whimpered for release. I was half out of my mind with the need to come and I ran my hands over my own body, squeezing my breasts, then tried to rub my clit.

I glared at him and he swiveled his hips, probing new and sensitive places deep within my body. James slid lower in the chair and parted his legs more, driving my thighs farther apart. My gigolo was looking past me on the right again and I knew he was watching our reflections in the mirror. I glanced back and shivered. I could see where we were joined, his thick cock plunging in and out of me, and, higher, my ass cheeks were spread and my tightly puckered hole was clearly visible.

As I watched he transferred his hands from my waist to my ass, pulling my cheeks even farther apart and probing at my dark side with his middle finger. The sight of his big, tanned hands on my white butt and his long finger rubbing over my back hole was extremely erotic and I watched in mesmerized fascination as he spread juices from my pussy over the ruched opening.

My reasoning mind was so overwhelmed with sensation and arousal that by the time I realized what he was going to do, it was too late. The tip of the little vibrator was already burrowing into my ass. It was going where no man had gone before.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his neck as he worked it in slowly, pausing often to smear my juices on it. My male escort stopped thrusting into my cunt, leaving his cock wedged deep inside me as he inexorably manipulated the uncompromising plastic length of the vibrator into my ass.

I sank my teeth into his neck as the pain intensified from a twinge to a burn but he kept going until only the base was visible. Then he pumped his hips under me again. I bit him a second time, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of the double penetration.

My gigolo thrust frantically and brought his left hand around to rub my clit with his thumb. James worked my nub intently. And I came, the orgasm bursting out of me, great spasms of clenching and releasing, waves of unprecedented intensity.

At some point during the cataclysm he withdrew the vibrator from my dark hole, which triggered a second, more acute climax. I took him with me over the edge and felt him coming me in the condom as his body jerked and strained beneath mine.

When it was finally over I collapsed on top of him, utterly limp and exhausted, aftershocks still rocking me deep inside. We lay like that for a long time, his softened cock still within my body. Thank James for such magical male experience.

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