I turned my face on the pillow. I could see her sleeping with her relaxed face peeping through the thin blanket. Her bangs almost covering her snowy forehead and temples which brought two shades of color against her skin. She opened her eyes and smiled. I stole a glance before she closed her eyes again.

Soon, daylight pierced through the large window, touching the surfaces of the room softly. The bed sheet reflected the brightness of the light and I saw her face glow.

I was tired. I recalled the night and grinned internally. It was the moaning and gasping that stirred my groin and left a tickle in my clitoris. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers over her cheeks. She smiled blissfully and opened her eyes again to look at me. I was naked under the blanket. My pussy was still drenched from last night. I held the tip of the blanket which extended towards me and crawled deeper inside. She turned away from me laying sideways. I moved closer to her warm body, wrapping my arm around her stomach and pressed my body against her.

She pushed her backside against me as I slipped a finger into her. I slowly kissed her earlobe and sucked it. She moaned and her body shivered. Her eyes closed and her lips parted as I slipped yet another finger into her and spread her labia lips apart with my other hand to softly rub her clitoris.

"Mmm, fuck," she moaned through partially opened lips.

I removed my hands gently and pressed her shoulder against the bed so that I hovered over her and pressed myself against her breasts. She sucked in a quick breath as I leaned down to suck a nipple into my mouth. I fondled her other nipple until it was erect and flush against my palm. She bit her bottom lip fiercely and grabbed a handful of my backside. Squeezing. I closed my eyes and smiled, still fingering her urgently. I wanted to taste her again. To taste her sweet juices that dribbled down my fingers.

I pulled my fingers away slowly and she breathed out a sigh. I crept lower until I was above her clitoris and kissed her exposed skin. She jolted and shivered, squeezing my wrist that rested near her waist. I looked at the pulsing, pink muscle and licked it. Her skin was too sensitive. I wanted to taste her so bad. Juice oozed out of her vagina and I licked my lips.

I nudged her clitoris with my tongue before covering it with my lips and giving it a long sensual suck. She jerked and arched her back, pushing her groin against my mouth which I lathered with my tongue.

"Mmm," she moaned as her hands gripped the sheets tightly.

Her delicate fingers balled into tiny fists around handfuls of cloth. Her fists only gripped tighter as I continued to suck and burry my tongue deep inside her vaginal canal. It's so sweet. I wanted more.

I teased the lips of her labia, licking and sucking hard. I slipped a finger inside. Then another. And another. I roughly fingered her as I devoured her clitoris. The sounds of her cries echoed through the master bedroom. Dancing off the walls.

I tasted her again, and again, and again until her legs shook and her words were slurred with moans of ecstasy. I kept going as she tried to wriggle out of the way. I covered her pussy with my mouth and sucked. She squirmed. I didn't want to let her go. Her taste was like a Carmel apple. I wanted more.

She managed to crawl away and I stared wildly around the room for something to keep her at my mercy. I spotted two pairs of furry hand cuffs. Perfect. I lurched an arm and caught her wrist before locking one to a bed post. Then the other. Only her legs were free. I wanted that juicy pussy. I could see it's shinny pink surface. So yummy.

I licked my lips and gripped a piece of cloth I found by the nightstand and quickly lunged for a foot. Soon she had one foot free. I grinned at her, but a look of panic was returned to me. I gazed at a red bandanna on the coffee table and picked it up. I slowly walked to the bed and gently took her free foot to tie it to the last bed post. She obliged.

And there she was. Trapped and spread eagle against a bed. My eyes raking every curve of her naked body. Stopping for the longest moment on her smooth pale pussy. The light that had crept into the room was now tickling the exposed wet flesh that caused it to shine. It was mesmerizing.

I placed a knee on the bed, and then another. I crawled toward her waist and bit my lip before pressing the front of my body against the surface of the bed and sliding my arms under each leg. I clasped my hands around her thighs and moved closer until I could see the pulsing of her clitoris.

Without hesitation I dipped my head and licked. I didn't let my tongue leave the feel of her quivering pussy. I ate her until she spasmed, then I ate her some more, licking between every fold and sucking hard then gently. I moved away and looked at her. Eyes pleading back at me. I merely smiled and reached over the bed to where I had dropped the strap on. I wasn't able to use it last night. But I will now. I fastened it in front of her and watched as her eyes widen as she whimpered.

I clicked on the vibration to a light setting and inched closer to her. She struggled against her binds and I smiled mischievously. I rubbed the tip of the fleshy, nude silicone cock against her clitoris, teasing, and she jolted. She started to shake as more juice oozed out of her. I took that as my cue and pushed into her slowly. Her pussy sucked me right in and she let out a cry.

I continued fondling her breasts one after another as my hips started moving to a rhythm. I watched her shut her eyes tight and bite her lips has I thrusted into her. It was hard to push. She must've been too tight. Her cries grew higher the faster I moved. She was close. I saw her fists clutch at the blanket and her eyes roll back. Her mouth, with sexy plump pink lips, opened wide. I hovered over her and sucked a nipple into my mouth as I continued to pump into her. She screamed, tightened her muscles in release. I waited until her body went limp and slowly pulled out of her.

Last I saw she was walking out the front door with her Louis Vuitton's clicking on the granite tile floors of the hotel suite. I caught a glimpse of the black cocktail dress and thin trench coat, ruby blonde hair and a lavender luggage on wheels as she turned the corner of the hall.

I walked into the suite and glanced at the kitchen counter. A thick envelope caught my eye and I walked toward it. I lifted the packet, it was open, and peered inside. I smiled and counted the large bills. As a regular, she always left a hefty tip. I pocketed the envelope into my pocketbook and strode out of the suite, remembering to lock the door.

The life of an escort is an easy thing. Just don't fall in love with your client.