Christy Provides GFE Pt. 02

Christy let her leather jacket hang off her shoulders half way as she and Jake continued to kiss. She noticed Jake's hands resting lightly on her exposed waist.

'Aww, is he nervous?' she giggled to herself. It was obvious Jake didn't have much experience making out.

Christy briefly broke their kiss and turned around, making sure to press her whole body against his. She noticed that he was already about ready to burst out of his slacks. She wiggled her ass on his crotch, stimulating his cock even more through his pants.

She looked up at him and whispered "Here, you can strip off my jacket". If this were any of her regular customers, they would have already yanked off her jacket and be tearing away at her bra and panties by now.

But not Jake. He seemed extra "gentle" while he carefully helped her out of her jacket. Like he was afraid to offend her.

"Aw, Jake honey, are you nervous?" she asked.

"Uh, umm, I just wanted to like, respect your boundaries ...." Jake trailed off.

Respect her boundaries! Ha! Here she was, dressed like a total slut, trashy mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, hooker boots, skimpy crop top, gaudy rouge and bright red lipstick and this poor simp wanted to respect her boundaries!

She couldn't help but laugh out loud. Playfully shaking her ass, she wiggled out of her jacket and handed it to Jake.

"Here you go my love!" she said in a sing-song voice, flipping her back and flashing him one of her flirtiest smiles. Jake dutifully took her jacket from her, folded it nervously and placed it neatly on the side table.

Her back and waist were now fully exposed. Jake couldn't help but notice that her breasts were barely being held in place by her skimpy halter top, with only a small red strap clinging tight to her skin. From behind she looked practically topless.

Her juicy ass still covered by her denim mini-skirt, riding temptingly up against her upper thighs. Christy bent over on the bed and looked back with a wink, making sure to put an extra arch in her back. Oh yeah, she'd done this before. This pose, in this state of undress, was specifically to bring out her fertile hips and ass.

It was as if she was deliberately offering herself up for impregnation.

She knew she didn't even need to lift up her skirt. She was fully aware that her sinfully short skirt had already ridden up her hips, exposing the extra small pink cotton thong underneath. She humped back, wiggling her ass to find his boner and playfully twerked on his bulge through his pants. It was one of her standard starting moves with any customer.

This is usually the part of the "date" where any other customer would have had enough of this cock teasing bitch. They'd be roughly groping at her tits by now while forcibly hiking up her skirt, ripping open her flimsy thong and shoved their fingers up her sopping cunt. Hell, she'd even had customers who had directly shoved their dicks inside her right then and there with hard slaps on her bare bottom, often accompanied by animalistic grunts of "bitch!", "slut!" or "whore!"

But not Jake. In fact, he asked almost pleadingly "umm, could we like .... umm ... kiss more ... if that's ok with you of course ..."

'What? Did this loser really just ask for permission??' she thought. Ha! This was definitely a first! She was here ready to offer him rough, raunchy sex and all he wanted was more kissing! She steadied herself and went right back into character like the professional GFE escort that she was. Sweet, affirming, loving girlfriend. That was the role she was playing tonight.

She turned back to face him and feigned the sweetest reassuring voice she could "Aww, of course that's ok baby! Aww, Jake honey, you just wanted to kiss more? Mmm?" She made sure to give him her best doe eyes, while looking "up" at him.

"Umm, yeah, that's what I was kinda looking for ... kissing and stuff ..." Jake said. He seemed to look away, down at the floor.

"Aww, Jake honey, of course! Aww, you seem like a really nice guy!" Christy playfully messed with Jake's hair. She could see the pure infatuation in Jake's eyes. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moved in slowly, just barely touching her lips on his, breathing gently to let him enjoy her strawberry breath.

At this time most other guys would have wasted no time in shoving their tongues in her mouth, ripping down her bra, pushing their hands up her skirt and roughly groping her ass while growling how much they wanted to fuck her. As a sex worker, Christy was used to it all of course.

But not Jake. Jake seemed apprehensive. She could feel his hands lightly on her exposed waist again like he was unsure of even how and where to hold her!

Christy took his right hand and moved it down, placing it firmly on the globe of her ass cheek. She could feel him gasp.

She took his left hand and cupped it directly on her breast. Jake's eyes went wide and she could feel his nervousness!

She giggled "Honey, just relax. You can grab my tits and ass, it's ok!"

She continued, while planting wet kisses on his cheeks "Yea that's it baby, go for it ... " (kiss) "You like my tits?" (kiss) "You like grabbing my ass?" (kiss) "Am I your favourite girlfriend? Mmm hmm?" she said with an open mouthed kiss right on his lips.

She sensed him gaining some confidence. She encouraged him further "Yea, that's it baby, yea, be rough with me!"

Jake kissed back briefly, then stammered "Christy, oh ... uh .... wow ... umm uh are you sure?"

"Sure about what?"

Jake looked down again "umm ... like it's ok if I grab you like ... rough?"

Christy laughed out loud "Come on silly! I'm your girlfriend remember? (wink)"

She then leaned in closer, licked his ear and whispered. "And besides, you paid me ... you can do anything you want to me!" she said with a girly giggle, continuing to lick and kiss his ear lobe.

"Oh ... wow ... umm, uh, I really hope it's ok Christy ... umm, I just didn't want you to feel I was ... you know ... objectifying you ..." Jake admitted.

'How adorable! He's afraid of objectifying me! Ha!' Christy laughed to herself. As a hooker she was used to men being demanding, commanding her to get on her knees, forcing her head down on their dicks, slapping her around like a rag doll, hurling insults at her while pulverizing her slutty pussy ...

But not Jake. Jake actually wanted to treat her like a lady!

"Aww, that's really sweet! Aww .... you're a really sweet guy" she continued to flirt while playfully messing with his hair, like he was her little pet.

"Yeah. Women are to be respected ... I mean, that's what everyone says ... so I, um, just wanted to do the right thing" Jake replied.

At this point Christy was pretty much openly laughing at him. It was hilarious to her that his poor dick was straining so perilously against his pants, his balls aching for release, and yet he was still trying so hard to be a total gentleman. She continued "Aww, are you treating me like a lady, huh Jake? Treating me with respect?" she giggled. "Tell me Jake" she pulled him closer "is this how you treat your girlfriend? Huh? With proper ... (giggle) respect?"

Ha! Christy knew full well this guy has never even been on a real date before, let alone a girlfriend. She was just asking for her own enjoyment!

"Well, Christy, actually ..." Jake didn't even have to say it. It was obvious.

Then Christy got a little cruel. She knew she could do anything she wanted to him from this point. She decided to needle him a little more.

She mustered up her best sweet, loving voice "Jake honey, tell me" (kiss) she said while pressing her tits against his chest, "is your girlfriend out of town this weekend?" (kiss) "Is that why you called me over? Mmm?" (kiss)

"Well, I, uh ..." Jake trailed off ...

"Awwww! You don't have girlfriend do you? Aww ..." she made a mock look of concern.

Now she had to ask. "Jake honey, tell me then, is this your first time kissing?"

"Well .... uh, yeah." Jake admitted.

Ha! She knew it! She feigned mock compassion for his plight, while she continued to flirt and tease him. "Aww, so is that why you called me over tonight? Mmm?" (kiss) "For some kissing practice?" (kiss) "Aww, that's really sweet ..." (kiss)

"So how old are you Jake?" Christy asked, barely hiding a smirk.

Jake was taken aback by her bluntness. But he did the correct thing and replied honestly. "Uh, umm, uh I'm uh thirty nine ..." He was embarrassed to admit it.

Christy however was loving it! This dweeb was 39 years old and had hired a prostitute for his first kiss! Ha!

"Aww ... that's ok baby" (kiss) "aww ... poor baby" (kiss) "aww, my little Jake, you're my sweet little lamb" (kiss) ...

Christy loved calling him "little". It was even hotter now, knowing this loser was 15 years older than her! She was loving the sheer power she held over him. She faked mock concern for him while cruelly teasing and tantalizing him. She continued to feel his constant erection aching against his pants, begging for release. Jake was practically humping her leg at this point, moaning in tortured agony.

Christy almost felt bad for this poor chump! Imagine! Here was this 39 year old nerd, dressed like he's ready for a first date with some girl from church and instead his first ever makeout is with a tattooed call girl escort dressed like a cheap hooker? The thought made Christy wet! Something about this was so sinfully hot. She wanted to give him the best possible first time kissing experience.

She pulled off his glasses and simply tossed them aside. Complete irreverence. And a sharp contrast to how gently he had handled her jacket earlier. There was absolute infatuation in his eyes. He was totally and utterly smitten with her. She could do anything she wanted with him. She pulled his tie in and planted a wet kiss with lots of tongue directly on Jake's lips.

"Jake honey" she whispered out to him "You can grab me anywhere you want." (kiss) "Do anything you want to me." (kiss)

Saying so she grabbed his right hand and moved it up her skirt. She winked at him as she moved his finger to push aside her thong and come in direct contact with her hot, wet pussy.

That's it. That was the breaking point for Jake. The fact that this hot, wet slut, dressed like a porn wet dream was french kissing him, agreeing to be his girlfriend and openly encouraging him to molest her threw him into a cloud of lust. He grabbed her ass with both hands and dug his nails into her as they fell upon the bed together, hungry ... kissing ... licking ... moaning ...

Christy loved it! She wanted to see how excited she could get him! She encouraged him further as they kissed like teenage lovers.

"Jake honey, that's it, grab me! Grope me!"

"Put your hands anywhere you want Jake!"

In response all she heard from Jake were desperate pants, moans and grunts as his hands groped roughly at every inch of her curvy handfuls.

"Jake honey, you can strip off my panties if you want." (kiss) "Come on baby, don't be shy, treat me like a slut." (kiss) "Rip my sweet little pink thong" (kiss)

Jake let out a grunt as he roughly and clumsily pulled her thong down half way before quickly moving his hands back up to grope her now naked pussy and ass.

Christy couldn't help but think how sexy this sight was. Here she was, her halter top barely on, her meat tits now fully spilling out of their already flimsy support. Her denim mini-skirt bunched up around her waist by now and her wet thong pulled down haphazardly, clinging like a piece of pink string around her knees. Her ass and pussy were on full display with her fishnet stockings and knee high boots still on. And all this while being groped and slobbered on by Jake who was still fully clothed! He was still in his boring button down shirt, his blue tie and his plain black slacks like a studious choir boy! This contrast made her feel so cheap and slutty!

That's it. It was finally time to free Jake's cock. Christy reached down for Jake's zipper and pulled down. In one swift motion, his cock sprang free of its polyester prison, now aching for sweet release.

Christy teased his cock with her hands, barely brushing her fingers along his shaft, playing with his balls as she continued to give him the makeout of a lifetime.

Then a naughty thought crossed her mind. What if she could make this geek cum without even giving him sex? What if she could make him blow his load from kissing alone? Give him the hottest dry hump for his very first time? Hot! Christy doubled her efforts, french kissing him with eager intent and talked dirty to him to send him over the edge.

"You like my wet lips?" (kiss)

"You like my tits?" (kiss)

"Ya, you like that pussy?" (kiss)

"My pussy's nice and hot for you. Wet and ready" (kiss)

"What if I was your girlfriend for real? Huh? Then what would you do?" (kiss)

"Would you treat me like a slut?" (kiss)

"Would you grab my tits and ass every day? Huh?" (kiss)

"Would you shove your big dick inside me every day? Mmm?" (kiss)

"Yea, I'd like that" (kiss)

"I'd like it if you'd just shove your dick inside me" (kiss) "Every fucking day" (kiss)

"You don't even need to ask. You can just hold me down, and shove your cock inside me. Anytime you want baby." (kiss)

"I never say no" (kiss)

"Come on baby, don't be shy. Let me be your girl ..." (kiss) (kiss) (wet kiss) (kiss)

Poor Jake could no longer hold back. This sent him into a primal vortex of lust. His cock was being tortured by her soft hands, and rubbing agonizingly against her thighs. His breathing became quick, ragged, shallow breaths as he lost all control. He started dry humping against her with fury now, basically stabbing her thighs repeatedly with his cock. Christy knew the signs well. She giggled as she continued to play with his balls, taking him to the point of no return.

"Mmm, that's it Jake baby (kiss) .... yes, I'll always be your girlfriend (kiss) .... you can shoot cum on me any time you want (kiss) ... mark me as your property ..."

That did it. Poor Jake was pushed over the edge. He tightened his belly and thrusted forward one final time. Letting out a primal animal grunt, he blasted his load all over Christy. Unloading years' worth of sexual frustration on this teasing bitch. Rope after rope of semen, all over Christy's skirt, top, tits and neck. His whole body froze, his cock spasming uncontrollably against her thighs.

Christy went out of her way to open her mouth and lavish him with the wettest, deepest french kiss with lots of tongue. She let him moan into her mouth as he came, leaving lip gloss stains all around his mouth, as she gave him the best orgasm of his life.

Jake kept moaning softly as he recovered. Leaving kisses all over her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. His mouth left open, in pure ecstasy and exhaustion. Christy continued to kiss him softly, on his forehead, on his cheeks, offering him her neck and tits to recover on. His mouth still open, his lips and tongue resting between her tits, she felt him slowly drift off to sleep ...

Christy smiled to herself. Job well done.

Morning

Christy woke up from her brief nap. She let Jake snore as she walked to the bedside mirror.

Outfit, check. She adjusted her halter top, now wrinkled and stretched from the rough groping. She loved that her cleavage was glistening wet with sweat, semen and spit still glazed on them. She pulled up her thong and adjusted her denim mini-skirt down, wiggling her ass as she stretched it around her hips to cover her upper thighs, trying to regain some semblance of modesty. She giggled to herself as she noticed long streaks of Jake's cum stained across her skirt. And her fishnet stockings and knee high leather boots were still on. She never had to take them off!

Jake woke up from his deep slumber, still exhausted by the best dry hump of his life. He saw that Christy already had her clothes back on, her purse packed, ready to step out.

"Christy, I ... last night ... I mean ... wow" He didn't have the words to describe it.

Christy flashed him a grin. "Had fun there tiger?"

Jake got up off the bed, still with a mesmerized look in his eyes. Christy went in for a goodbye hug. Jake just held her, longingly, burying his cheeks in hair, taking in her scent one last time. He looked at her, almost with tears in his eyes.

"Christy, that was amazing."

"Aww! Well you can always call me over again, and we can have some more fun!" she said cheerfully.

"No ... really ... you're like, the most amazing woman I've ever met. I ... I love you."

Christy could see how sincere he was. She almost felt bad for him! Well, almost. She could really get used to Jake as a regular customer. Three grand for just some kissing, a dry hump and a nap? That too with this harmless dweeb who's actually falling in love with her? Gold!

She softly played with Jake's hair. "Aww, that's really sweet of you. Well, Jake honey, make sure you call me ok? Any time you need some more ... kissing practice!" She pinched his nose and giggled with that last bit. She quickly grabbed her leather jacket, gave him one last flirty smile, winked as she waved him goodbye and stepped out into the hallway.

'Oh, Jake would definitely be calling again!' she smiled to herself.

Epilogue

It was 8 AM by the time Christy made her way back down to the lobby of the Plaza Sheraton. The same lobby that only last night was quiet and empty when she had come in was now teeming with activity. Bellhops pushing luggage around, new guests checking in, front desk staff getting their day started.

Christy simply smirked to herself and walked on, thrusting her tits out and swaying her hips. She hadn't bothered to wear her leather jacket, opting to hold it in her hand instead. She loved the feeling of allowing her ample tits to wiggle and jiggle freely while basking in the "post-date" afterglow. And besides, it was too damn hot anyway, especially after such a steamy make-out session. It was a thrilling feeling to know that she had just snared a new customer, and basically made him fall in love with her on the first meeting. She felt on top of the world!

She didn't care one bit that her hair was still a little dishevelled, or that her lipstick was smudged on her face from all that snogging, or even that Jake's semen was visibly stained across her denim mini-skirt and skimpy top. This, combined with her fishnet stockings and knee high boots made it obvious to anyone and everyone in the lobby exactly what she was.

She could feel the stares of judgement and condescension from everyone she passed, from bellhops to clerks to desk managers to security staff. This gave Christy a further flush of excitement! Here she was, walking out through the lobby of a 5-star hotel in the morning, dressed like a cheap whore with semen stained across her slutty attire, practically advertising to every single person there that she was a prostitute. The fact that everyone in this high class lobby knew that she had just come out of an overnight "date" with a john, that too in this very establishment, was a rush like no other. Christy was a professional sex worker and damn proud of it!

Out of the corner of her eye she caught a wealthy elderly couple, just checking in to the hotel, noticing her. An old man leering at her with lust and his equally elderly wife glaring at her with utter contempt. The old geezer quickly pretended to avert his gaze in a desperate attempt to not be caught ogling. Christy overheard his hag wife mutter "What an undignified strumpet! Winston dear, can you believe there are such girls even at hotels like this!"

That's it. Now Christy had to have a little fun at their expense. She decided to pull out one of her favorite old lines. She loudly shouted across the lobby at them "Fifty bucks grandpa! For seventy five the wife can watch!"