SANDRA FROM LONDON

Ada always insists on current pics after being embarrassed by some of her clients in the past. Ada emailed me some pics of Sandra, her pics perfect match to what Ada had told me.

“She wants to meet you in the foyer of the Hyatt at two to make sure you and her are on the same page.”

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

At five-minutes after two Sandra introduced herself. Immediate chemistry and connection as we looked over each other while waiting for a coffee. She was wearing black heels, an above the knee black dress, low cut to show some inviting cleavage, with a white jacket. She had my full attention as she crossed and recrossed her legs for my benefit.

“Before we get down to business, I wanted to look you over to ensure and confirm you were what Ada promised. I want to live out one of my fantasies today, perhaps more than one. I am hanging out for a good fucking, a really good fucking,” she told me without any embarrassment in an attractive, polished English accent.

“I have never fucked a man twenty-years younger than me. And I have never fucked a man with a thick, ten-inch erection. Ada told me you have a thick, ten-inch erection. Is that correct?,” she asked a little agitated as she slid a hand over my groin.

“Yes, when fully aroused and right now I am on my way to being fully aroused,” I answered truthfully.

“Ada also told me you have an ass fetish. I am confident I can feed and satisfy your ass fetish. Have you and Ada ever been lovers? We had a long conversation, she speaks highly of you. I suspect she may be bi.”

“A gentleman never tells.”

“Just as I thought, you have been lovers.”

By now our conversation and Sandra’s use of the fuck word were drawing the attention of people at tables close by.

“Do you have any questions for me?,” Sandra asked.

“Are you a natural blond? Do you shave or wax?”

“You can find out soon.”

“Is that a cup-less bra you are wearing?”

“Yes, Are my nipples obvious? I wanted them to be obvious for you.”

“What size cup-less bra are you wearing?”

“A sexy, lacy, black one, 36C cup. Is there anything I can do to make this exciting for both of us?”

“Go to the bathroom and come back with your knickers in your handbag.”

“Happy to oblige, but I aren’t wearing any,” she smiled wickedly as she crossed her legs to show the full length of her wonderful creamy thighs.

“I want to come to your room in five minutes time and be greeted by you wearing nothing but the jacket you are wearing now, your heels, and your cup-less bra.”

When Sandra arrived I hadn’t taken any notice of her ass. As I watched her walk to the elevators, I recalled her saying, “I am confident I can feed your fetish.” She had already commenced feeding my ass fetish as she swayed her hips for my benefit. A real buzz for me and all the others watching, though I was only one aware she wasn’t wearing knickers.

“There is a saying in business, you only get one chance to make a first impression. This is my second,” Sandra smiled, legs spread, as she opened the door five-minutes later. Her magnificent, lush, creamy white, almost naked body had me fully erect. Her trimmed, jet black pubic hair an exciting contrast to her blond hairdo.

“Is this what you wanted Michael? Nothing but my jacket, my heels, and my cup-less bra. Though I feel overdressed, take my jacket off for me.

“The bedroom has mirrors on all sides and the ceiling,” she told me holding my hand as she led me.