My Escort Fantasy

Let me “escort” you to paradise, reader.

I used to think paradise was in my pussy because the guys all acted like they’d seen god when they got in there.

Later I learned that paradise is NOT in fact in my pussy, but there is kind of portal in my pussy through which a man can enter a magical promised land. But it’s got nothing to do with me. It’s their own trip.

Anyhow, I’m not trying to brag or anything. I know it can be a turn-off to some readers to hear how I go on about my wonderfulness. But I’m only doing it now because it’s relevant to the story, as you will see.

My boyfriend asked me what is my favorite sexual fantasy. I was shy about admitting that I had a fantasy about being a high-priced hooker. Because, you know, being a hooker is so supposedly shameful. And yet, it intrigues me and titillates me. 

Is that weird? I would never do it, of course. Because it’s icky. But in the fantasy it’s so awesome and if I have my vibrator handy while I fantasize about it, well, let’s just say, I have to have a towel handy. Sopping, reader. Sopping wet.

So in my fantasy, that’s the way I see myself, as someone who goes into a bar, like a fancy hotel bar full of businessmen, and I choose one of them to “escort” to the paradise that is only accessible through my pussy.

I mean, what a surprise that would be for a businessman who just thinks he’s paying for a bit of snatch, to have the gates of heaven itself open before him as he fucks what he thought was a prostitute but who turns out to be a divine vessel?

I know, there I go again, blowing my own horn! Ha. I amuse myself, reader, honestly, don’t take me seriously.

I’m sure we’re ALL divine vessels. It’s just that with me, during sex I’m lucky enough to get thrust into that space of “divine” pleasure, and that’s what I hope to share with you all today. So here we go. 

Get your fantasy hat on, reader. You’re standing at the bar, minding your own business, when this woman walks in. Oh me oh my, you say. Holy moley she’s sexy. Must be a hooker! And maybe you’re not the type who goes for such vices. But there’s something about this woman. Me. 

It’s this bar at this fancy businessman’s hotel in LA I know. And there are a bunch of guys in suits. One or two women, sure, but they might be escorts, too, who knows. I’m wearing an elegant dress and holding a designer purse, so I don’t look so out of place. And I go up to a handsome-looking man — YOU — and I say hi, mind if I join you?

“Not at all,” he says (you say), and he gets the score. We have a little small talk and then I ask if he’s staying in this hotel. He says he is, and asks me if I’d like to see his room. I say sure, and ask him if he’d like to know the price. He nods.

“A thousand,” I say.

“A bargain,” he says.

And I take him by the arm and lead him out of the bar. I’m so excited. I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s a whole new “identity” I have, as this hooker lady. It’s a whole new world. Sex with a stranger and money changing hands. I love it. My heart is pounding as we awkwardly stand together in the elevator.

When we get in the room he takes some money out of his wallet and hands it to me.

He goes in for a kiss. I turn my face.

“No kissing, sorry,” I say.

I go over to the bed and I leap onto it. In slow motion. Yeah, that’s how strange and wonderful this night is turning out for me. I can actually float in slow motion as I leap onto the bed. Time slows down. Wow. Awesome.

“Go ahead and get undressed,” I tell the guy.

He gets his clothes off and lies on the bed, looking at me with desire. I slip my dress off and he feels my breasts and my pussy.

I put my hand on his cock, which is already half hard and soon becomes fully hard. I go down on him. He moans in pleasure. I open up my throat and take him all the way into my esophagus, for about four strokes. He makes a lot of noise. I come up for air, gulping.

“Holy shit,” he says. “I got a bargain. That was very professionally done.”

“Thank you, I say,” and I get back to his cock and suck it hard while cradling his balls. He’s about to cum, I can tell.

“Stop!” he cries.

I stop.

“I don’t want to miss the opportunity to you know,” he explains. “To make love to you.”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s love we’re going to be making,” I say, as I slide my panties off and I lie down on the bed next to him. “I’m making money here.”

“I get it,” he says. “But what a surprise, for me, when a beautiful woman comes and stands next to me in the bar. I’m in heaven right now.”

“Oh, you haven’t felt heaven yet,” I say, and I put his hand over onto my pussy. “My pussy is an unforgettable experience.”

“Is that right?” he says, and I can see from his face that he’s skeptical.

“I really should charge you ten thousand for it.”

“Ten thousand, that’s more than I have to spend I’m afraid.”

“It’s worth ten times that even,” I brag.

“Really?”

He puts his fingers in my pussy. Gradually I see it dawning on him. There really is something different about this pussy.

“You feel that?” I say, because I can feel the crystalline inner lips of my labia moving the way they do when the magic happens. He looks at me alarmed.

“What the — ?”

“It’s called a crystalline vagina,” I say. “It’s very rare. There are fewer than three hundred reported cases of it globally.”

“A crystalline vagina?”

I can feel my labia enclosing on the two fingers he’s inserted in my pussy. His eyes are widening.

“Don’t be afraid,” I say calmly. “It won’t hurt you. Promise.”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing…”

“Well, you’re about to experience heaven on earth, let’s just put it that way,” I say. “Come on.”

I pull him on top of me. I grab his hard cock and I guide it to the entrance of my pussy.

“Just warning you though,” I say. “You might become obsessed. Do you want to turn back?”

“Too late now,” he says, bravely. And he pushes the head of his cock in.