Was feeling a little broke the other night and put up my escort ad up for a month. Was totally surprised to find an inbox full of messages. I took two outcalls from the pile.
The first was a cute latin guy who wanted to talk and sip vodka and smoke some T. He didn’t have to twist my arm on either one of those and soon he was grabbing at my dick. We went into the spare room (his partner’s dressing room, as he called it) and he proceeded to fuck me, which was a total surprise as I was hired as a top. He took less than the alotted time and gave me the negotiated $130 and I left.
The second one was a bit more interesting. The guy who hired me and I had been talking 3 years ago and when I posted the ad last weekend, I mistook his text from 2013 as one just sent. I answered it and he asked who I was. When I told him, he replied with “Why did it take you three years to respond?” Nonetheless, the called me on Sunday and wanted to know if I could get there by 9. It was 8:30. I told him I would try.
Miraculously I made it there by 9:15. The place was in Pacific Heights. As I walked in the lobby, I was greeted by two doormen in the warm and lavish lobby. I walked up to the desk and said “I’m here to see Alfred in 405”. The young doorman walked me to the elevator and said “The doctor is in 406. Get off the elevator and take a right”.
He took a minute to answer the door. When he opened it, I was greeted by an older guy who looked like.. well, a doctor. He offered me a gin and I graciously accepted it. As I walked over to put my jacket on the chair, I was blasted with a view of the city like I’ve never seen in a residence. Of course, I’ve never seen a residence like that was either. The ceilings in the condo were at least 12 feet tall, with beautifully decorated everything.
He took me to (again) the spare room and he spent the next two hours tied to the bed getting face fucked and paddled until his ass was red. I left with $400.
Both of them had this in common: Their partners were in the next room.