A last-minute ticket had put me on a plane to South Korea for work. I did not have a lot of spare time to enjoy things other than meetings. The only free moment I had was at the end of my stay, where I used some time to go shopping. In one of the major shopping malls, I discovered a small boutique with beautiful lingerie.

It was a store limited to erotic and very feminine stuff. I went inside, and the sales lady helped me to find the right sizes for several sexy combinations. There was nobody else in the store, and I left the curtain of the fitting room open, making it more convenient to go in and out to see the mirror and more space and air. Also, let the lady watch and comment on what looked best on me, since there was no boyfriend with me to judge.

I didn't make any effort to hide myself when I was changing outfits, and she didn't look away either. I appreciated her help and felt flattered when she gave me compliments on how my body looked so sexy with the sets I was trying on - but hey, guess that is what good salespeople do!

In the end, I bought three sets. Two I chose myself, a traditional black, a blue, and a red one, she suggested to me. It had several models of bras and panties, from covering and supporting my whole breasts, to a smaller one for showing more cleavage, and a special one, only supporting my breasts, leaving my nipples free.

I tried them all and decided to take the smaller and "supporting" bra, giving me the chance to cheat as if I were not wearing a bra under a sexy blouse, for example. If I combine it with "cleavage blouses" or soft fabric tops, I could push up my boobs for more "attention-attraction" while at the same time giving the impression I am braless. She even succeeded in letting me buy the garter belts, according to her, "nicely going together with the little thong, something I rarely wear, but I thought Christian would like this kind of surprise.

Before going to bed, I was doing a video call with Christian and showed him my new assets. The red one caught his attention, especially with the bra showing my nipples free. He said he got horny, but sitting at the other side of the world, there was no chance for sex, and it would not be in the short time we would be back together.

After my famous holiday in Spain, we saw each other twice, and our sex moments were great, especially when he wanted me to tell him again about my Spanish encounters. In the meantime, we stopped talking about the why, about how he may get so aroused when I fuck other men. We both accepted it, as a fact, as part of our relationship, of our sex life, that other, unknown men are now part of it too.

I was naturally in a state of shock after my trip with Jane, where I had sex with no fewer than three young guys, my first experience as a "hotwife." I didn't immediately want to look for new opportunities. It had been fantastic, I felt like a lucky duck, and didn't want to overdo things.

Our call went back to the same topic when he asked me if I hadn't met any hot guys there. I said no, only colleagues during meetings, and with them I could not afford to mix work and private life, and for sure not sex. I explained to him I had no interest in clubbing without company, especially not alone, as a woman in a country I don't know very well.

To make a long story short, Christian came up with the idea to use a famous dating app to set up an encounter. I never used it, but I wanted to give it a try. I was curious how it works and if there would be men to react. I set up the app and posted a short profile with a few selfies with half of my face, using my new sexy lingerie to get the right attention.

He explained to me how swiping works, and after only a few minutes, I had a few reactions, but nothing interesting. I made it clear I was looking for fun and no relationship material. When I woke up in the morning, Christian was still awake on the other side of the world and asked me if the app had given me some results. I already forgot about it and checked on his request.

Since I limited the range to a few miles, I did not expect a lot of reactions.

"You will have to start to swipe some more," Christian suggested.

"Okay!"

I selected about twenty, in my eyes, handsome guys, whom I would like to have a chat with and see from there. Reactions of matches started to come in already during breakfast, and with screenshots, I messaged Christian, who kept awake. I started a few conversations where I had the impression of dealing with real gentlemen, whom I agreed to see in person. Several hot guys reacted, but only two managed to make it in the timeframe I was able to meet.

Following Christian's advice, I asked them to come to the bar of my hotel since the staff knew me there. After my last day of work, I got excited to meet the guys and see what would happen. One at seven pm and one at eight-thirty pm. If I had a good connection with the man at seven pm, I would need to cancel number two, and if number one doesn't work out, there would still be a second chance.

I caught myself looking at their pictures every time I had a minute - they showed stunning bodies, and I was hoping that they were real!

After wearing my "two-piece suit" every day, I was excited to dress up for a date. I started with my new lingerie and picked the red one, combined with the garter belt and fine fishnet stockings. Then put on a tight short dress, accentuating perfectly the shape of my body. I took a chair to sit on to see how the length of the dress matched the height of my stockings. When I was standing, it was perfect, but when I sat down, my dress rose and revealed the red garter-belt clip on my black stockings. Hmm, I didn't mind and liked showing off innocently, and considered my outfit approved!

Regardless of the outcome of the evening, I was already happy to have the opportunity to dress sexy. It is something I rarely do at home because I am not expected to go out like this as a "married woman" in a mostly conservative environment. It's like these movies where women have two lives: a traditional one, and a secret one. Guess my secret one only happens when I am abroad.

I finished with some make-up and waited impatiently to go down to the bar. A few minutes before the time, I did a quick video call with Christian. He asked me about my dates and who first blabla... and if I felt excited to be his hotwife again.

In one way, I did not believe it would work out, so I told him I had no expectations, but in another way, I admitted to him I was horny since I saw the pictures of all those handsome men on Tinder.

I was also a bit disappointed that my favorite choices - not based on the looks but on the way they made conversation in the app, did not make it for a date. Christian was not interested in the conversations but in sex only. He liked how I dressed up and the way he talked to me, already imagining me in bed with one of them, told me he was even more horny than me!

Sometimes I wonder who enjoys the hotwife experience more, me or him?

Before I stopped the call, he finished by asking if I was going commando.

"Not this time."

I lifted my dress to show him the "red combination," including my new little red thong.

"Time to go, baby!" I said and hung up on him.

As confident as I ended the call with him, as nervous as I was when I saw my watch showing the time. I felt my heart racing and took a deep breath.

I put on my high heels, took my purse, and walked to the elevator. When I arrived at the bar, several men and women were there, and only one man was alone. Would that be my date?

When he looked at me, I thought he was thinking in the same way: Is that her? We both smiled, which confirmed we were thinking correctly.

"Jane," I introduced myself, using my best friend's name.

"Hi, I am Michael," he replied.

He gave me a nice first impression and offered me a drink. The conversation started a bit difficult, and I felt he did not listen to me. When I told him I stayed in this hotel, he said something like:

"Oh, that's convenient, so how much?"

"How much what?" I asked him back, wondering if he wanted to know the room rates.

"Well, for your company, do you charge per hour or night?" he asked without blinking.

I was shocked! The guy was thinking I was an escort! I told him I was in Korea for work and that I just wanted to have some fun. He apologized and explained why he was thinking this way about me: first, the profile I used on the app showed me only in lingerie, and now, dressed this way, apparently too sexy. Second, this bar: it never occurred to me, but he explained the place was known for "working girls" meeting their clients and even trying to hook up.

Anyway, after I finished my drink, I did not feel attracted enough to have sex with him. Guess the feeling must have been mutual, and he left saying goodbye with a friendly kiss on my cheek. I checked my phone to look again at the pictures of number two, who would meet me in about an hour. I went back to my room, got out of my dress to be comfy, and did another video call with Christian.

I told him what happened and said he wasn't surprised and understood the situation. It inspired him to a new dare:

"Why wouldn't you ask for money?"

I always had a lot of respect for sex workers, but never thought about charging money for sex. Christian said it was only for fun, and if the guy agrees to pay me, I can still say that I was joking.

So how much should I charge? He didn't know, and had no experience, so together we quickly checked online and saw rates for call girls from a hundred dollars for an hour up to a thousand and much more for one night!! He said I am gorgeous, sexy, and a great fuck, so I am worth it to get a high rate, and that I should ask at least two hundred per hour. The topic made me excited, and I felt I was getting wet.

It was time to get dressed again, had a last glance at my reflection on how I looked in my new red sexy set, and got ready "for work"! I rehearsed an introductory sentence in case he would ask me the same "rate question". When I came out of the elevator, walking from the lobby to the bar, I was thinking and feeling very different than one hour ago. I walked proudly as always, but now fantasizing about how people think about me. Would they all think I am a little hooker?

I was a bit early and asked for a glass of water. With the escort thing on my mind, I decided only to talk about money if the guy asked for it. In silence, I did a few more rehearsals on how and how much I would ask. I sat on a high bar stool, legs crossed. I tried to get into the role of a high-class escort, certainly not vulgar, but still with the necessary sexual appearance. I scanned the bar and now knowing what I know, I noticed a few other women, let's say, colleagues of mine.

It was the second time I had stayed at that five-star hotel, and I was never aware that these things were going on there. I was looking at every single man to see if that would be number two. As a result, a few came to talk to me, and I had to disappoint them by telling the guys I was expecting my date.

One of them said, "I keep an eye on you and hope he is not coming, and then I come back."

I said, "Okay, let's see," since the guy was not unattractive, I understood this was a good "plan B" just in case.

Then the man arrived, right on time. I recognized him immediately from the pictures: he looked even better in real life!

A luscious head of black hair, a tanned face, and dark brown eyes. When he introduced himself, he took my hand and pulled me close to give a kiss on my cheek. I was so impressed by his looks, his warm handshake, his nice-smelling aftershave, and his sexy-sounding male voice that I did not get his name.

"I am Jane," I stuttered, "and yours, sorry, I didn't understand..."

"Marcello, friends call me Mars."

"Ok, can I call you Mars also?"

"Sure! What would you like to drink? Not more water, I hope?" He was looking at my glass.

I asked for a glass of Prosecco and had a good feeling as the conversation started really well with some genuine laughs. He joined me with the same drink, and I was surprised when I heard him tell the waiter to put the bill on his room number.

"Oh, and also the water..." he added.

I decided not to say I stayed in the same hotel and asked him a few questions of interest: where he is from? (Argentina), the reason for his visit to the country? (business). Time to combine business and pleasure? (not a lot - just doing some fitness in the gym of the hotel and now having a drink with a beautiful lady).

In between, he asked me if I was local, and my roots, but nothing about work or my reason for being here. I guessed he assumed, just like the other guy, I was an escort and obviously, therefore, not asking about "my professional activities."

Suddenly, he said in a quieter voice, "I like you very much, so let's deal first with business."

There it was!

I lowered my voice also and turned close to his ear and said without hesitating:

"Two hundred per hour, minimum two hours - three hours, five hundred, and this first half hour is on me. I don't do bondage, SM, and anal. BJ can do without, and fucking is with a condom."

For me, it took ages before he reacted, and my stomach felt awkward.

Then he said, "Okay, I am not into those things myself - I book you for three hours, so we have time to enjoy ourselves and nothing in a hurry."

I hoped he did not notice I was blushing and that I was really nervous. He finished his glass, mine was still half full when he asked the waiter to bring a cooled bottle of Champagne to his room.

"You like Champagne, I hope, because I won't drink it alone."

"Love it," I said.

"Okay, let's go to my room."

That was the moment I should have told him: "Hey, I am just joking, I am not a call girl!" But I didn't...

While he took my hand to walk to the elevators, I noticed eyes following us. One was the guy who approached me just before Mars arrived, giving me a look, saying, "What a pity."

With some others, I made involuntary eye contact and couldn't help smiling at them while having little imaginary conversations:

"Yes, I am a call girl - yes, I go upstairs now with my client to fuck - sorry, I am not available for you now."

To know what several of those men think of me made me wet and very horny; it gave me a similar feeling to when I was naked in public for the first time, discovering I liked to be watched.

I also realized it was a very good idea of Christian to set it up in my own hotel, and now Mars having a room there made it even safer. I can always leave him when I want, which seems easier than kicking a man out of my own room when I don't like him.

When two staff members that I know from my stay, one after the other, said good evening to me, I saw Mars thinking, "Oh, she is coming here more often to pick up clients."

For me, it was okay and even positive that they saw me on the way to the elevators, hand in hand with Mars, so they knew in whose company I was. He stayed on the top floor of the hotel, and when I entered his room, it was double the size of mine at least, it was more like a big suite.

"Let's get the administration done first," he said, and gave me five hundred dollars from his safe.

At the same time, the doorbell rang: Champagne! With slightly trembling hands, I folded the dollars and put them in my little purse. I had mixed feelings about accepting the money, but it got my adrenaline up! Seemed I went all the way in with my role-play and Christian's dare.

Right! Christian! Almost forgot about him. I asked Mars politely to use his bathroom. That moment I used to text Christian, telling him quickly I was with Mars, number two, in his room, floor, and number - in the same hotel. I didn't give more details, didn't wait for his reaction, and did what I needed to do: freshen up for Mars, and some extra make-up.

I noticed the bathroom was still spreading nice smells from using soap or perfumes earlier, and the wet shower glass window showed me "my client" was a nice, clean man. When I came out of the bathroom, he invited me to the balcony to share a glass of champagne. I thought I could take some initiative and give him a first kiss on his lips. Then a second, and soon we were kissing with real passion.

He gave me a first compliment, telling me how he loved my lips kissing his and that he was not used to it, that most girls don't want to kiss. I didn't know that, so I said that it depends on how much I like the guy I date. I can imagine escorts have "to fake" a lot, seeing several men, week in and week out, but for me, the way I connected physically with Mars was nothing fake at all.

Of course, now to stay in my role, I need to be sure to please him in the best way I can; he did pay me after all, and I respected the money. At the same time, I felt it would be my pleasure as well.

I asked him if he would like to help me undress, which provoked another reaction from Mars, saying I was not stealing his time. He helped me out of my dress, stepped back to admire me, and I saw he liked what he paid for. My new bra revealed my tits almost completely, and it made me feel aroused!

At the moment I bought it, I never thought I would have the chance to show off with it so quickly, and lastly, not to a stranger but to Christian!

When I did move to take off my bra, he asked to wait with that. I normally get out of them as quickly as possible to free my boobs, but hey, the client is King!

He filled up our glasses again, and I went on to seduce him. I opened the buttons of his shirt to find a chest, more hairy than I am used to, and let my hand caress the whole surface. Then time to open the belt of his pants and zipper. The big bulge in his briefs showed me he was excited when I lowered his pants to his knees.

I slipped my hand behind the tight waistband to find a cock pointing up and already pretty hard.

"Let me free your Willy," I said, and let his cock flip out.

"What a handsome cock you have," I heard myself saying, and meant every word.

Loved the surprise of being presented with a cut cock - something I like more and more. Showing his nice head right away without needing to pull back "his jacket" is something extra sexy for me, maybe because Christian is not cut.

While I started stroking slowly, I felt one of his hands on the cheeks of my uncovered ass. Standing on my high heels, he was still a lot taller than me. I looked up at him and asked for a little confirmation: you like it like this, stroking your cock? Do you like my ass? He just nodded or moaned to show he liked it.

His cock was gaining more strength and girth. It's not that I am a "size queen" but always happy to deal, for a change, with something bigger than Christian's, who has a nice, just above-average cock I guess. Mars was definitely larger, which was easy to feel with my little hand when rubbing him.

I was longing more and more for action, and let him sit on the side of the bed, to take off his shoes, socks, everything. I was on my knees on the soft carpet in front of him and caressed his legs and inner thighs, way up to his shaven balls and shaft.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, baby?"

"Oh yes, baby, please do"!

I sat perfectly to do the job I love most in life: blowjob! Now that I was looking at his dick right in front of me, it looked really big. Pulled him towards me and, while still stroking, I began kissing and licking his shaft and alternating with kissing and sucking his balls. After a few long minutes of massaging and licking, I took his head in my mouth and sucked him to take him little by little, a bit deeper in me.

He had one hand on my head, guiding me gently back and forward, showing me how fast he wanted me to go. His precum was flowing rapidly, pure, and almost tasteless. While catching my breath, I asked him if he wanted me to make him come like this or if he wanted to postpone. He told me to go for it now, that he was too excited to stop.

I continued rubbing and sucking him and asked how he liked to come.

"Can I come in your mouth, please?" he asked in a friendly way.

I didn't answer and continued until I felt he was about to explode. He was warning me at the same time, and I tried to get ready for his load to be released in my mouth. I opened wide, put my tongue out, and pointed his dick to receive a big amount of tick juice, too much for me to swallow, and a part flowed out over my lips and chin. I then took his cock partially inside my mouth, closing my lips around it while I squeezed him and kept pumping. He was growling loudly and let himself drop backward on the bed.

I kept his cock in my hands, giving him a relaxing cool-down massage and kisses to clean up. His cock lost some hardness but was still firm. I got up and went to sit on him, my knees left and right of his hips. I wiped my chin with my hand and licked it all up while telling him he tasted really good. He liked my compliment and said he was curious to know how I taste "down there".

"You wanna know?"

With one hand, I pulled my thong sideways, and with my other, I took one of his hands, sat straight up, and guided his middle finger slowly into my soaking wet pussy.

"You can taste it now," I said and brought his finger to his mouth to tease him.

"Hmmm, so nice!" he said.

I suggested having another glass of Champagne to mix our juices before continuing - I did not wait for his reply and got out of bed to fill up the glasses to leave an empty bottle.

After his warm juices, I refreshed my mouth with the cool Champagne. I lay next to him, gave a few kisses on his mouth, and let my hand go down his back between his legs to feel and massage his half-hard cock. When I was feeling his growing shaft, he pulled me on top of him and was wondering what he wanted. He pulled my crotch against his face and said he wanted to return the favor.

Guess it was time to take off my little thong, and he gladly helped me with that, still insisting I keep on all the rest, even my heels. At least my pussy was free now, and while I rested my hands for support against the wall above the bed, his hands took me by my ass to lower me down on his face.

He started licking me softly and slowly, from time to time exploring my pussy inside with his big tongue. His hands squeezed my ass and felt some fingers teasing my tight butt hole. I let him do it how he preferred and how he wanted to taste me by licking, sucking, and tonguing.

After a while, I started searching for a more efficient way to get an orgasm. I asked him to lick faster and lighter. I pulled my boobs completely out of my bra to have one hand tease and squeeze my hard nipples. Then I leaned more backward, having my crotch in an even more sensitive direction to his mouth.

Occasionally, I checked with one free hand on his cock, getting in full erection again. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me, but when I felt this upcoming vibration, I wanted to finish first with this oral orgasm that made me scream loudly. I tried to hold it as long as possible, but quickly my pussy was too sensitive for his experienced tongue.

I complimented him on his great oral gift, knowing I can be pretty demanding when it comes to "licking" my pussy. We rolled in each other's arms and kissed again, wild and with lust.

Although I was still wearing my bra, he discovered my tits and nipples and started kissing them. Finally, in one try, he opened the back like a pro, and I was happy to get rid of it. The garter belt, stockings, and shoes did not bother me much, so if my "client" prefers that I keep that kind of decoration on, then so be it!

Playing an escort inspired me to talk more during sex because I knew I would be pleased more than enough if I kept on pleasing him.

"You wanna fuck me now?" I asked him a rhetorical question while I massaged his shaft without losing sight of his eyes.

I grabbed my purse for a condom, opened the cover, and presented it to him by putting it ready to roll over his dick.

"I am ready for you, baby! And according to your beautiful standing cock you are ready to!"

A little bit with regrets, I put his jacket on coz I don't really like condoms.

"Please take me long and hard, baby!"

"Stand up, your legs open wide," he ordered me.

I stood next to the bed and obeyed him. He came behind me to bend me forward so I could rest my arms and head on the high bed. He couldn't know doggy is one of my favorites, but there I was, getting paid to let me take from behind by this wonderful new cock.

The first moment he entered me, I realized, like before with Nico, Pablo, and Juan, that this was an exceptional experience. Seems I will have sex with more men after my marriage than before, and I like it; it was and still is my own choice.

I couldn't use Christian's suggestions to delude myself that he is the excuse to fuck other guys. When I am honest with myself, I know I want to enjoy more sex with more different young men. Maybe I just want to catch up with all the lost "sex-time" from my younger years.

Christian doesn't need to convince me - he just needs to remind me I am his Hotwife, to get laid with someone else. That moment Mars entered me will stay a long time in my memories; not because I was never taken from behind, but the whole scene: him, his huge fancy hotel room, my red sexy set, the Champagne, and yes, his great cock spreading my tight pussy more than it's used to.

His voice, his accent, his sounds, his smell... and his stamina! In the beginning, he was careful, only bringing in a part because I didn't feel his legs against my bum. When he was halfway, I thought it was similar to Christian, and then more cock entered me until I felt his balls bounce against my legs. He used his hands to grab my hips and draw them against him, every time he went in at an increasing speed. He played it more roughly than I am used to, but still with respect.

After fucking me a while like this, I felt a new vibration coming and used my fingers between my legs to stimulate myself extra. Sometimes it takes a long time when I have sex to have a first orgasm, but once I have one, the others are easier to get. And yes! Not many minutes later, I came again, even harder this time, and it always goes with a lot of noise.

Mars's groaning sounds witnessed that another load was about to leave his cock, and I begged him to come right after me. He cramped and froze, pulling me as close as possible against his body to get his cock in as deep as possible. I felt his dick pumping, so I assumed he came again.

We dropped forward on the bed, Mars on top of me with his cock still in me. I wanted to keep him there for a while, but I couldn't breathe enough with his big body lying on top of me. We rolled over, him under me now, still his dick in me.

"Not too heavy?" I asked him.

He laughed, saying I was like a feather. I enjoyed his thickness in me like this for a while without moving a lot. Just his hands were moving, caressing my breasts while kissing me on my neck.

I completely felt relaxed and was proud of myself for satisfying my client so far, and he satisfied me probably even more. I rolled over next to him and got out of bed. I wanted to walk around a bit, catching some air on the balcony. Mars followed me and put out the light, so nobody could see us in the dark.

He asked me if I wanted some more Champagne, and I said he did not need to do that for me, but if he wanted for himself, I would join him for another glass, but probably not much more. He called the bar and asked for another cold bottle.

"Maybe you put a bathrobe on, I have two, for when they come to bring the bottle."

It's true, they do come into the room to place the bucket and open the bottle for us.

I looked at Mars like, "Do I really need to hide myself?"

"I don't mind," he said, "if you don't, they know anyway I am having you visiting me to enjoy your sexy company."

"And I like to tease," I said, "and get free advertisement, so they can recommend me to other guests - always good for business!" I laughed at Mars.

I think he thought I was bluffing, but my exhibitionist self let me hurry to the bathroom to find his hairbrush and bring my hair back in style. With some fresh lipstick, I was ready to show off. I did put back on my thong, to be honest, just to be "half-decent" on heels and in my garter belt.

When the doorbell rang, I hurried to open the door. At first, the waiter could only see my face peeking from behind the door, but when I closed it after letting him in, I revealed myself, standing proud, tits forward, and smiling at him. He acted like he did not see me and tried to ignore me. I saw he brought fresh glasses as well, so I asked him to serve me one, which he did after opening the bottle, now smiling back at me.

Mars, in his bathrobe, was enjoying what was happening and tipped the waiter big time. When he closed the door, he hugged me and said that was fun! You made his day! We went back to the balcony with our glasses to enjoy the view and each other.

I did not have a clue about the time, and I did not care. In one hand, I had a glass, and with the other, I opened the belt of his white bathrobe that dropped open. His cock looked still ready for some more fucking.

I said, "Come on, a bit more up for me," and went squatting to have a close look, and with the tip of my tongue only, I teased him hard again.

I quickly went inside to get a new condom: "You wanna go back on the bed, baby, or you wanna fuck me here outside?"

He did not answer me, but instead slipped a hand in my thong to grab my pussy fully. There was "wild Mars" again. He turned me around with my back against the outside warm wall of the balcony, which was releasing the heat of the sun that it saved during the day.

I lifted one leg up to put around his upper leg, after which he took my other leg up as well. While he was carrying me by my ass and supported by the wall, I grabbed his cock and guided him next to my thong into my pussy.

It was not very comfortable, my naked back did hurt a bit against the wall, but the feeling of his big cock going in and out with his fast rhythm, while I had a view of the city by night, compensated a lot.

Suddenly, he said I made too much noise outside and carried me with his dick inside me to the bed. He continued fucking me missionary style. When he straightened his back, he pulled me up again, and while he was on his knees on the bed, he let me ride his cock.

Being a little person, I could stand on my feet left and right next to him and lower myself down and up again, feeling his nice cock going in and out. I let my pussy squeeze as hard as possible around his shaft to give him a tight feeling.

His hands on my ass helped me a lot going up and down, while at the same time feeling his fingers teasing my but hole again. I knew I told him I don't do anal, but didn't mind some easy teasing finger work there. While I was panting, I told him it was okay if he wanted to do some more exploring there, just fingers only.

Don't remember all the positions we did that night, but at a certain moment, we both were lying exhausted on the bed. After several orgasms, I could fall asleep easily and was thinking what to do now, stay or leave?

If this had been a "normal date," I guess I would have stayed, probably with the chance of a nice last morning-goodbye-fuck. The moment I decided to leave and got out of bed to go to my own room, he watched me and asked if I could stay the night, and if so, what would he need to pay.

I loved to stay but needed to keep my escort role and told him that normally I would charge an extra 1000 USD, but because I really enjoyed my time with him, I could spend the whole night for 500 extra. To my surprise, he got out of bed, opened his safe, and gave me the 500! I thanked him and asked him to wait for me on the bed, and went to the bathroom. This time, I took off everything and used a few minutes to text Christian.

I received a lot of hot messages from him, but couldn't reply to all of them, and just let him know I made 1000 dollars but needed to spend the night with Mars, and that I would call him tomorrow.

When I came back to Mars, I thought the best thing to do now was to ask if he had some special requests. He wasn't difficult: first, he asked me to give him a long cock and balls massage, followed by a new BJ.

I took the time and did all this, watching with fascination how his cock came back from flaccid to a rock-hard sex toy for me to use. The fact that he had completely shaved balls and cock with a small part of black curls on top made this horny experience perfect!

At a certain moment, he became active and turned my body towards him in a 69 position. It was with pleasure that I opened my legs for him to show him my wet, red, swollen pussy, ready to be sucked, licked, and eaten. I could stay in this position for hours, paying attention to his cock and at the same time being pleasured by his mouth and tongue. Mars had other intentions, turned me around again, then took me on top of him for a nice cowgirl ride on his shaft. He clearly wanted value for money! And I wanted to show I was worth every dollar!

I have to say, as a Latino, he confirmed their reputation as hot lovers! We slept for several hours, and in the early morning, I got what I wished for: some more sexual attention. He had the luminous idea to take a shower with me, soaped my whole body, followed by a standing "sexercise" where he needed to carry me again, this time against the wall of the shower.

The hours of sleep did well; it was again like he was fucking me for the first time. All wet we dropped on the bed where he finished me doggy with a last long orgasm. We snoozed for a while, and then I decided it was time to go. I kissed him goodbye and thanked him for the wonderful night. He said he visits the city regularly and wanted "to book" me again.

I thought this was the best compliment to get!

Back in my room, I checked if Christian was online. It was already three a.m. in his place, and he was still awake, waiting for news and most of all the juicy details. He had to see my pussy before he went to bed and talk about it, like in the third person, how she was naughty, etc.

He wanted to know how I felt now that I got paid "for my services". I told him it had for sure added something extra for me to be sexually excited, and it's also something that makes it clear to my sex partner that I am not looking to fall in love or searching for a relationship. It also gave me a kind of extra freedom and female power.

When he asked if I wanted to do it again, I doubted. While I was thinking about it, I accidentally looked at the cut price tags of my newly bought lingerie, lying on the floor, easily covered by the dollars I made last night. I have a good and well-paid position, so I don't need that kind of money, but maybe it would be easier for me to encounter new guys if I wanted to.

When writing this, I have to admit I did some research, to become a paid member of some website where I can say which days I am available, even only one day in a week, and organize on my own terms, just for fun, able to refuse men I don't like or accept when I feel attracted.

Christian was open to the idea, but then again, the cons of getting caught, coz that would mean I would do this in the UK, that my son would find out, etc, changed my mind. So I guess it will not happen unless I lose my job: I know I have a plan B! (joking).