It had been a while, and I had been dealing with a stressful period for a few months, so I decided I needed to let loose and look for an escort. I’m not sure if I can mention the site I used without violating any rules, so I won’t. Started searching for a Nuru massage. Something I had been interested in for a while but hadn’t been lucky enough to find.

I see a girl, Eastern European, great tits and ass. She claimed to do Nuru and usually worked out of a studio in the nearest major city, but would occasionally work out of a hotel in the suburbs close to where I live. I reached out, and we chatted for a little while. She told me she was free in a few hours if I wanted to meet up.

When I arrived at the hotel, I saw immediately that her pictures were a little outdated. She was significantly bigger than her profile. I like a little cushion, so that didn’t bother me, although I do think it’s a little dishonest to hide it. But she was very attractive, and I was there, so I figured, let’s go.

She had me take off my clothes and leave the donation on the desk. I did as she said, and as I turned around, she took a look at what I was packing and was clearly a little taken aback. Eyes went wide, and she had to stifle a smirk.

She told me the microwave wasn’t working, so she couldn’t warm the Nuru gel. It should have been another red flag; it felt a little like a bait-and-switch, but I was ready to go, and I just moved past it. She told me she would still use her body to massage me and promised to leave me happy.

She had me lie on the bed and started rubbing me down with oil. Rubbing her big tits on my back, getting her hands between my thighs, and in my ass crack. Between that and her accent, I was pushed to the edge almost immediately. She kept going and told me I didn’t have to stop if I wanted to touch her.

I think she could sense I wanted more because she lied on top of me and whispered in my ear to ask if I wanted to turn over and see her instead of trying to sneak peaks in the mirror. I rolled onto my back, and she looked down at my hard little dick.

I could tell she wanted to say something about my size, or lack of it. But I wasn’t sure if I was into that. I wanted to encourage it a bit without specifically telling her to tease me, so I said, “Unfortunately, that’s as big and hard as it gets.” She answers in her accent that it’s ok, and I can see the light turn on that I’m into sph

She starts rubbing her tits on my dick and talking about how she can’t even see it when she squeezes them together. We’re both covered in oil, but there is clearly precum dripping down my little hard-on. She wipes the bead off of it, smears it across my chest, and says, “Is my little boy cumming so fast? We’re just getting started.”

I told her I was close and asked about cumming more than once. “As long as the little one can get hard again, I keep making you cum.”

That was all I needed to hear, and I started spasming and cumming on her tits. She giggled and got up to grab a towel while I checked out the clock on the nightstand. It had been 4 minutes since I walked in the door.

When she came out of the bathroom, I had gone fully soft. She started cleaning me up and was just pinching my little softie between her index finger and thumb. “He gets so small when he’s sleepy.”

I don’t know why her broken English and accent made it hotter, but it definitely did.

She got me all cleaned up and was playing with my balls. “No way these little things cum again. Your babydick won’t even get hard, I bet. Maybe next time I bring a strap-on and fuck you, little boy.”

I was so turned on, but also knew I had gone soft and would need a few minutes to recover before I got hard again. But she didn’t seem to want to give me any time. She was rubbing my little cock and balls, and then got aggressive. Grabbed my legs and put them on her shoulders, pretending to fuck me.

She put her hand over my cock and balls and said, “We pretend they aren’t there. They don’t do good anyway. I bet you love it more if I bend you over, little one.”

I started getting hard, but also started feeling like I wasn’t gonna be able to hold it back anymore. She heard me moan and saw her chance. Slid a finger into my ass. Started moving it in and out as she thrusted her hips. It didn’t take long before I was cumming on my stomach as she “fucked” me.

She took one finger and wiped up a little cum, then held it out and just said, “Taste it,” and had me lick it off her finger.

She got me up and took me by the hand to the bathroom. Turned the shower on and told me to get in. She stood off to the side and washed me all over. I think she expected me to get hard while she washed my junk, but I was spent. She gave me a little half smile and said, “Awww, little babydick so tired. Bad little babydick,” and gave my dick the tiniest little slap.

Then she turned off the water, grabbed me a towel, and wrapped it around me. I toweled off and started getting dressed. Right before I left, she stopped me and told me, “I think you tip more.”

I was willing, and kind of eager to. But when I reached for cash in my pocket, she told me to get on my knees and give it to her as she sat down on the bed across the room. I got on my knees and held the cash out, but she grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in towards her pussy.

“No taste. Just smell,” and pulled me in close enough that if I stuck my tongue out, I could have tasted it. But I’m a good boy who listens well. So I just took a big sniff and looked up at her.

“Only big boys with big dicks get to taste me. Little boys with little dicks can only sniff me. You go now, babydick.”

And so I went.

 

The End.

 

 

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