Chapter 4 The Escort #2
The entry form was exhaustingly long. After filling in all my details, I had to scan my ID and take a selfie to confirm my identity.
Are you looking for a date to an event, companionship, a sexual encounter, or a boyfriend experience?
I hesitated. I had Sunday evenings, maybe a few hours at a time.
I clicked on sexual encounter even as shame niggled at me.
Would clicking on boyfriend experience make me a better person or a hypocrite?
With alpha, omega, or either?
I only hovered over alpha for half a second. I clicked on omega.
Specify your preferences using the drop-down menus or replying inside the free-text fields.
I clicked and typed, squirming with embarrassment even though nobody could see me. Shame was a strange thing—like supervision without needing an actual supervisor.
Specify your wishes for your first encounter.
It took me ages, but in the end, I clicked send before I could delete and rewrite once more.
I’d like him to be blindfolded. I want to rim him and fuck him. I want to come inside his ass.
I stared at the saved form, red in the face. Was that crude? Basic? Boring?
Was I seriously worried about an escort company judging me for my sexual preferences being too vanilla?
A clock icon rotated over the form. Then the screen blurred out, and a pop-up window appeared.
Thank you for submitting your request. We’ll be contacting you shortly.
I groaned and rubbed my face with both hands. What had I done?
My phone dinged with a new text message.
Welcome to Rafaelo. Click on the following link, and download our booking app.
That was fast.
On autopilot, I thumbed through the steps until I found myself staring at a catalog of moving pretty faces, licking their lips, winking… They weren’t pictures but short videos—all of them young, beautiful omegas. I could filter based on vacant times. Hypnotized, I clicked on available today.
The page swiftly emptied, and only three omegas remained, with a warning there would be an extra charge for a last-minute booking.
One of the boys was blowing a kiss, pretty and blue-eyed, his coquettish smile making me cringe.
The other one looked barely eighteen, blinking his big doe eyes innocently.
I knew he must have been legal if he worked for the service, but I shuddered anyway. That was not my thing.
The third omega raised his eyebrow at me challengingly as if saying, “Come and get me.” I clicked on his profile.
Holy shit.
The following picture showed him completely nude from behind, looking over his shoulder, his perfectly round ass pushed out.
I swiped for more pictures. Blindfolded, pinching his nipples, his pink cock half hard.
Next photo, on his knees, looking up, mouth open, tongue peeking out.
He held his cock in one hand, and the other was hidden behind his back, presumably reaching into his crease.
The last image was an ass pic. Crease spread out, an impeccable pink star in the middle, big and protruding, a drop of slick adorning it.
Zach, 27. Experienced and demanding. He loves having his pucker licked and is always up for a hard fuck.
He expects his lovers to be virile and will gladly tell you how to make him come.
He likes dirty talk and men who make him laugh in bed.
He’s sweet and caring with his omega lovers and greedy with his alphas. Don’t make him wait.
Zach is a student and only available on weekends. Ardaine City preferred.
Hard limits: no pain, no obedience or humiliation, no bondage.
Under the short text was a single empty time slot and a button.
Book.
I hesitated for only a second.
The doorbell chimed at six sharp. With my heart pounding, I hurried to open it.
Zach, if that was his real name, stood in the hall, his hip cocked and lips smiling. He wore a long trench coat over his bare legs and a simple shoulder bag.
Over his eyes was a black sleep mask.
“Terrance?”
“Hello. Yes, that’s me. You’re blindfolded.”
He laughed. “I’m aware. Didn’t you prefer it?”
“Um. I didn’t…mean right away.”
“It’s your first booking with Rafaelo, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“First escort, perhaps? You sound nervous.”
“Yes.” I exhaled. “My very first.”
He felt for the door frame and stepped inside. “Close the door.”
I did as I was told.
Zach pulled in a gulp of air and sighed. “You smell nice.”
“Thanks. You too.”
“And you’re hot. I looked you up online.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Don’t worry. I’m bound by a bunch of NDAs.
But we always look up new clients. It’s a safety thing.
Luckily, you passed. So.” He reached out and patted my chest. “How about we take the edge off first? You might think it’s fast, but you booked me for a reason.
We have two hours, and I think it’s best to get the awkward first fuck out of the way so we can enjoy ourselves later. ”
My laugh must have sounded bewildered. “Okay.”
“I’m staying blindfolded if it makes you feel better. Where do you want me? I recommend you put a towel over your sofa.”
We could go to my bed. But then I dismissed the idea. This was supposed to be impersonal.
“Just a second.” I hurried to the bathroom and back, then spread a towel over the sofa cushions.
I carefully led Zach toward the sofa.
“Your booking says you want to rim me. How about we start with that?”
“I…uh.” Oh, for fuck’s sake. I want to fuck this man! “Yes. Please.”
“So polite.” He smirked and undid his coat. He wore a sheer tank top and minuscule shorts underneath. He dropped them unceremoniously over his boots and knelt on the sofa, feeling for the backrest. Then he spread his legs.
“All yours.”
I stared, flabbergasted.
His pretty pucker winked at me from his crease.
God, this was so simple and easy!
I sat on the edge of my coffee table and dove into his crease. I licked right into him, wanting a taste. His ass was yielding—an experienced booty. It opened for me quickly, releasing delicious slick.
“Mhmm. Good man. I like that. Will you make me come?”
“Uh-huh.” I wiggled my tongue, and he moaned.
“Yeah. You’re fucking great at this.”
I licked and sucked, losing myself in the act. His juices flowed into me, the best reward, and my dick throbbed.
“I’m close. I’m gonna squirt into your mouth. Fuck, yes!”
He did squirt. The slick jetted out, fragrant and potent.
I laved his twitching pucker, and Zach groaned, wiggling his butt.
“Fuck me now?”
“Can I?”
“Ram it in. How big are you?”
“Eight inches.”
He chuckled breathlessly as I lined up with his wet pucker. “All the alphas say that, and yet…”
“Then feel it.”
And I drove inside him, slowly but firmly, not meeting any resistance.
A guttural wail cut through the air.
“Jesus fucking Christ! Aaah. Aaaaah!” I thrust in and out and circled my hips, stretching him. “Terrance. Ugh. Augh. You…weren’t…fucking exaggerating.”
“No. I wasn’t.”
“Slow down. Give me all of it but slowly. Holy…fuck!”
I gave him measured strokes, in and out, from the crown to the root, and he moaned happily.
“Yeah. I’m going to come my brains out. Keep going just like that. Fuck, I love your dick.”
When his ass began clenching, I let go and spilled inside him.
With a fresh towel wrapped around his hips, Zach sat on my sofa with a glass of sparkling wine I’d offered him, his legs folded to the side.
“You handled it beautifully for a first-timer,” he said, smiling.
I couldn’t help but snort at the praise. “Thank you, I guess?”
“And those were indeed eight inches.”
“Why would I lie when you were about to find out anyway?”
“You’d be surprised how many guys will exaggerate their size even as you have their pecker in your mouth. Not that size matters all that much.”
“Why did you ask if it doesn’t matter?”
“I was blindfolded. I wanted to be prepared.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
“How are you feeling?”
The question caught me off guard. “Good? A little confused. Um. I’m not used to this.” I gestured between us.
Eyeing me over the rim of his glass, Zach smiled at me. “Why did you hire me?”
“I work six days a week and stay at my employer’s place. Sundays are my only free day. My fuck buddy bailed on me, and I find myself frustrated, tired, and with no time to date.”
“That sucks. Do you at least like the job?”
“The pay is great. My current client is a handful, though.”
“And you’re always free on Sundays?”
I scanned his pretty features and lingered on his pink, puffy nipples. “I’d like to do this again next week if you want.”
“I want. But you must book me through the app.”
I reached for my phone and quickly sent a request for next Sunday.
Zach watched me, grinning smugly.
“We have one hour left. What would you like to do to me?”
I put my phone away, considering his question.
He tugged the towel off and lay back, spreading his legs.
“I’m trying to keep your cum in, but it’s bound to leak out.”
Pulling his ass cheek aside, he showed me his reddened pucker, a drop of my cum glistening in the middle.
I scrambled up and pushed on his thighs, folding him in half.
“Can I fuck you like this?”
“You can. Go slow. After I come, you can pound me as hard as you want.”
He wouldn’t have said that if he knew my strength. But that was okay. I’d read his body language.
His eyelashes fluttered, and when I pushed into him deeper, he groaned, sounding happy. His hole squelched with slick and my cum.
“Mmm. If you continue like this, we could make Sunday evenings a regular thing.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good. Now fuck me like you mean it.”