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Money for Nothing

I met Richard one evening for drinks. It was a ‘let’s see how we get on evening’, after all I couldn’t just fuck anyone, and while his profile on the website looked dishy, it didn’t tell me everything I needed to know. Richard wasn’t cheap either. The price tag on his body was £2000 per night. For a male prostitute I found that a bit steep. It seemed extortionate but I was desperate and I needed some well earned cock in this strange city. I also had a plan as to how I could reduce the payment and that’s why I needed to meet with him first, on the pretence of compatibility, of course. As it happened, we got on great. He seemed up for almost anything, which was always a good start; because I know what I’m like when I get going. We arranged to meet the next evening. I told him where I lived and that I expected him to be there at seven in the evening. No later. On Saturday I awoke as horny as hell. I played with myself as much as I could but I desperately held off any hint of an orgasm until the evening. I have to admit I came close twice. It was the shower. The shower always does it for me but this time I managed to hold it off. I ate early and by 6pm I found myself on the bed, naked, and fingering my pussy. I was soaking wet. I pushed a finger inside me to tease myself and I nearly came. I pulled it out fast, breathing heavily. I quickly got up and ran to the shower. I stopped myself and looked at the flowing water before I stepped in. I reminded myself not to spend too long ...

... on my pussy. I showered and despite all my efforts the soapy sponge between my thighs was drawing me nearer and nearer my orgasm. I threw the sponge down, stepped out of the shower and dried myself. I made myself ready. It didn’t take long. All I had planned on wearing was a one piece figure hugging lycra-like dress. I stood in the hallway looking at myself in the full length mirror when the door bell rang. I looked at the time; it said 7pm precisely. I opened the door to find Richard standing there in a smart black suit, white shirt and tie. My first thoughts were ‘what a lot of clothes to get off’, but at least he made the effort. I looked at him sternly. “Tell me,” I said, “how long were you waiting there before you pressed the bell?” “Five minutes,” he replied, smiling. I stepped aside and invited him in. I took his jacket and hung it on a peg next to the door. “I have a proposition for you,” I said. He looked at me as he walked into the foyer and I led him through the door to the lounge. “I know how much you charge,” I added, “but I want to make tonight a little more challenging for both of us. Are you game?” I asked. “Depends on what it is,” replied Richard. “A wager,” I said, “a playful wager. One that means you may get your full pay or you may not.” He looked wary, I stood back from him so that he could see my whole body in the lycra dress. I drew my hands over my breasts, onto my waist, and down onto my hips. I rested them there as I looked him in the eye. My nipples ...