I usually offer a GFE roleplay, but a regular client insisted on a different scenario. He mentioned it in our last session and texted me details, so I agreed. Next time, after his shower, he led me to his bedroom—which doubled as our hotel room—by closing the door behind him while I waited outside. I was dressed casually in flat shoes, trousers, a striped blouse, and basic underwear from M&S. I knocked, and he opened the door wearing a white robe.

“Hello, sir, may I come in to check the air conditioning control?”
“Of course,” he replied.

I stepped in, turned to face him, and said, “Earlier, I passed your room and heard you with your girlfriend—moans and soft screams. I assumed you were having sex. Now that she’s left, would you give me the same pleasure?”
His only condition was, “As long as this stays between us.”
“Of course.”

He stepped forward, grabbed my neck, and kissed me as I slid my hand under his robe. The robe fell open, revealing his rock-hard cock—a sign the fantasy was working. I gently began to stroke him until his kisses deepened, and soon his hands were undoing my shirt and bra, which dropped to the floor. Pushed onto the bed, I barely noticed his tongue exploring my left nipple until it circled and sucked on it, heightening my desire.

Passionate and playful, he unbuttoned my trousers. Amid laughs at our fumbling with the last of my clothes, he swiftly pulled them away, leaving me on the edge of the bed. On his knees, his hot breath touched my core before his tongue skillfully moved over my pussy. Though his technique was unrefined, his earnest efforts, combined with my rising passion, were enough to send me into a powerful orgasm as I rocked my pelvis against him.

Struggling to catch his breath, he donned a condom, and I marveled at how hard he was already. With renewed vigor, he thrust deep and fast until he released an enormous orgasm into the condom and collapsed onto me. We lay there, sweat-drenched and silent. Then, still in character, he looked down and said, “Well, you’ll have to give me your number—I’d be more than happy to help with your little problem again.”

I smiled and replied, “Of course.”