Fantasy Call Girl: Don’t Mistake Me For One Of Those

I’ve never been one for vanilla sex

It has been a month since I was mistaken for a fantasy call girl. Just thinking about that chance encounter makes my pussy wet and my mind ache for the power of it all. I was determined to pick up a new guy that night. I arrived at the bar and smiled when I saw this new sexy stud enter the door. He was tall, fit, young, and very confident. He sat down next to me and ordered a bourbon. Well-dressed in a fine suit, designer shoes, and expensive cologne, I was instantly turned on. Although he didn’t talk much, I couldn’t help but look at him every chance I got. I took advantage of any excuse to brush up against him to get his attention.

Determined to seduce him, I made the first move to ask him how he was and what brought him in that night. Smiling at me somewhat nervously, he was shy with a boyish charm and that attracted me even more. He told me he was waiting on someone and didn’t see her. So I offered to be his date for the evening.

Little did I know that he thought I was a fantasy call girl.

I sat next to him while he spoke about his day, putting my hand on his knee, each time for a longer time. He was cool, calm, and collected and didn’t seem to be distracted by my touch. Since he told me he was new to town and I lived in the neighborhood, I offered to show him around the area. We finished up our drinks and headed out.

Walking down the streets, I felt drawn to him and stepped into my assertive power. Giving him the tour and coming upon my apartment building. I asked if we wanted to grab another drink. While keeping him close, he followed me closely, breathing in his delicious cologne.

When we got to the apartment, I led him in and we started kissing passionately. He took my hand and smiled at me, what I thought was a very sexy and romantic gesture. Before I knew it, there was a wad of cash in my hand. I looked at him puzzled knowing that he had confused me with a fantasy call girl. He no longer looked shy or embarrassed because his eyes ran over my body as I saw intense fire in his eyes. While I wasn’t prepared to be paid as a fantasy call girl, I was not turning down this sexy man. He came closer, and when I could feel him breathing, he took complete control.

It was strong and forceful and super sexy.

I would have kissed him anyway, descending on my neck as my breathing increased. His hands ran down my body while he would unbutton his pants. I wanted so badly to put his dick in my mouth. Wet and delicious. Just thinking about it made me hard.

He put his strong hands in my panties, I was soaking wet, and I wanted it. He stuck one finger in while the other hand and his tongue played with my tits. I closed my eyes and moaned as I let him do whatever he wanted. That was my role as a mistaken fantasy call girl. Soon my panties were on the floor and he eagerly made me open my legs to penetrate his throbbing cock. I was so narrow and felt so much…

We tried different positions, it felt so delicious and I wanted to try so many things with him. Soon I felt that I was going to finish and climax, so he pulled his dick out of my pussy to finish on my ass. We ended up exhausted and sweaty and collapsed on my bed.

It was really hot!

It had been much better than I imagined and something I was no doubt going to dream about and repeat many nights over in my mind. Like my hot hotel sex encounter, but this time I was a fantasy call girl. I woke up with more money surrounding me and a little note saying “I’ll be back for more”. It was going to happen again, I was sure of it. And it was that, without a doubt, the hottest night I have had in awhile!

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