High-Class Hunter
“Driven by a desperate hunger.
To the dark of the neon light.
The heart is a lonely hunter.”
(Reba McEntire: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter)
This hunter isn’t lonely; she’s high class: Most of my “clients” are pre-booked, but I’ve found that conferences are where there are lonely and tired guys who need relaxing, and my skills are very suited to this hunt. Affluent guys that I can turn into repeat clients, and for some reason, other “girls” don’t target conferences, so I usually have the place to myself!
Cheap girls wear lots of make-up and put their goods fully on display, but I know that these guys want more than just a quick root, and I know that they’ll pay good money for what I offer. My way to get the client is subtler: V-neck dress that stops halfway between knees and ankles, that shows just enough of my [natural but pushed-up] goods and just enough make-up to emphasise my natural and unlined face.
The best position in Sentra Centre is at the top of the exit stairs, where I get a good view of the guys coming out and they see me – usually the only lingering lady.
Azure dress tonight. Dark shoes. With a blouse underneath, I’d look like one of the few female attendees, but they ignore me.
Guys start streaming out, most solely focussed on getting home. Some yawning too!
I make eye contact with likelies and smile, but nothing back. Either not in the mood or don’t recognise the opportunity, as they’re expecting big tits cheapos to be here – which they won’t be as the hotel ensures that!
5’10, slim, orange polo shirt with white chinos walks out – first time I’ve seen orange! I smile at him, and he nods.
I move off station and towards him, and he’s still eyeing me, then we meet. “Need relaxing?” I ask.
“How much and how long?”
“$600. Four hours. Full Nuru.”
He reaches into his jeans and pulls out six $100s and discreetly slides them into my hand.
I take his hand. “Sintra Suites. You so need a massage,” I turn and flirtatiously flicker my eyes at him. As part of my services, I offer Nuru, and I’ve got a massage table, which today I’ve already set up in the pre-booked suite.
We get to the hotel, and I eye the receptionist and nod. I don’t normally have food with clients, but occasionally I do, and I arranged with the receptionist that this would be my signal if I wanted. Some girls do a big extras menu; mine is limited but high-class!
I see his gentle bulge and tight shoulders, and my nipples start to harden, and my lips moisten as we enter the lift. He leans in and mouth kisses me, and we gently make out. My preferred style, as this high-class huntress doesn’t like rough. Readies yes – hundreds are the best!
Though if I get a rough guy, I just fuck him hard and quick, then kiss him bye. I get the money, but he doesn’t get the full pleasure of me!
We get to the room, and I let him in.
He purrs, seeing the oversized massage table: I’ve had the smaller one before, but I managed to flip it during a session. This comes in a wheeled case and is much stiffer – like my clients become!
I reach up and start massaging his shoulders. “You so need this,” I affirm, and he leans in and kisses me.
I move my arms behind his neck and kiss him, feeling his hard cock on me. We kiss gently but with increasing intensity, and his hands find my back zip and then gently drop it to my waist.
We stop kissing, and he gently pulls my dress over my shoulders; his hands graze my bust as he drops it, exposing my push-up and lace panties. His eyes roam over my taut body, and he smiles, then we remove our shoes.
I pull his polo off, then undo his belt, button and finally the zipper. I drop his chinos and boxers at the same time, and his hard cock pops up. “Someone is so tight,” I purr as my hands caress his hardness.
His hands come over my bust and then behind, and he removes my clasp. I leave his cock, and he drops my bra, but his hands linger on my tits, and he gently caresses them, making them harder and my puss wetter.
“I’m supposed to be relaxing you,” I giggle, but carry on elongating and thickening him.
He gets the hint, kisses me, then bends down and drops my panties, but his finger clips my wetness, and I moan at the gentle shock. “Back first?” he asks, and I nod.
He moves off and lies on the table, his hard cock against his abdomen. I wetten, thinking of it soon against my tits, then inside me.
I take the oil and rub it into my hands, then start massaging his neck as my bare tits barely touch him. I work down, adding more oil when needed, professionally massaging his tight body, and I feel every sinew of him, and he moans gently.
I reach his bum, and I massage it harder, making him grunt, then I work down his legs, finding his knots and undoing them, my tits hardening more in anticipation. Soon, I reach his toes, then work back up to his groin.
I open his legs and work the insides, then find his balls and massage his big cojones, and he moans gently. I’m impressed that his hands are still at his side – normally, the guys are fondling me by now, but this guy has class.
“Turn your head, please,” I whisper, and his head turns. He sees me oiling my tits and body, and his hand comes up and massages my gap. I reach over and resume; this time, my oiled tits graze his body as I work down, his hand still on my gap until I’m out of reach. I oil my chest and pussy, then mount him. My chin, then tits connect with his back, and I body-slide him, going harder and deeper, and he purrs.
I dismount, then kiss his waiting lips. “Please roll over,” I whisper, and he rolls over, and his long, hard cock pops up. I look into his eyes. “Not good,” I whisper, my oiled hand caressing the problem. “I’ll fix that tension later,” and his hand briefly cups my hard tit, making my so-ready pussy run.
I oil my hands again; this time I move to the head of the table and start massaging his neck, my tits hanging temptingly over his head, but he doesn’t kiss them, teasing me more. I reach over, my nipple on his mouth as I start on his chest, his cock straight up! I’m so impressed (and horny) by this client, and these are the ones that I really enjoy, as I know the sex will be amazing! Money’s always enjoyable, but money plus hot sex is what I really hunt.
I’m at the end of my reach, massaging his hard pecs, so I slide my tits over his head: still no bite – so horny – then work down his chest. I get to his waist with his hard, thick cock up, but I move down and start his legs. So want that cock in me! This is my speciality, and some guys will pay handsomely and often for this!
I work his tight legs, still oiling hands as needed, then reach his feet, then I lightly oil myself, then start sliding up until I reach his middle.
I stop, rise, then oil again, this time extra on my hands. My hands oil his hardness, and they gently caress it, then I lick the edge, but not the tip. High-class girls don’t do bare at all …
I slide up, my tits now caressing his hard cock, and I moan gently, feeling it between them, and relishing it in me. Again, I slide up, my lips meeting his, and we kiss as my waist grinds on his cock, and we gently rock. This is where I started to have problems with the old table!
I arch my back, reach down and slide his cock flat so my pussy is on it. I drop again, and we kiss more as we grind, the strong table resisting as he grows and I get so wet and ready for him.
I arch up, and his hands find my tits and start massaging them as I grind and slide on him, thinking that one wrong move and he’s in me. High-class girls don’t! But I’m so horny thinking of it. This HC girl can really enjoy it and not just the notes!
I reach over to the adjacent table and find the waiting packet, then unwrap the condom and slide down so my head will be over his head.
I place it in my lips and expertly place them on his head. I softly push down, feeling his cock in my mouth as I wrap him, and he moans. I drop down, my oiled tits hard into his chest, and I slide up, massaging him, until our lips meet. “Ready?” I ask and slide further up.
“Ready,” he replies, and my hand reaches down and lines him up.
I push down and take his wrapped cock fully in me.
I gently writhe on him, feeling him in me as we resume kissing. Up and down, side to side, I writhe on him, and we kiss harder. He’s much bigger now, and I’m tightening and wettening, and he sinks into me, pushing up and down as we keep on, and I’m so glad of this table!
Harder, faster, we fuck and kiss, and this time the table is slightly moving!
I tighten on him, feeling him so big, and we moan, nearly cumming, our bodies dripping with sweat, then I lift up and seat him deep in me.
His hands grab my tits with sufficient force for me to feel it, but not painfully, like some do, and I fuck him harder, and he thrusts deeper and harder into me, his hands stimulating my tits.
He grunts.
I moan.
I feel him spasm in me, and it sets me off.
He pulses in me; his hands tweak my so-hard nipples, and it makes me squeeze him.
I moan [honestly this time!] as I orgasm, and he grunts, filling his wrap, then I drop and resume kissing, gently grinding on him. I feel him soften in me. “Are you relaxed now?” I ask between kisses.
“So,” he purrs and gently fucks me.
“Shower time,” I purr and sensuously slide down, unwrapping him, and off him.
Standing up, I proffer my hand and help him up. He kisses me, and I return it, our sweaty bodies grinding, and I’m happy that he’s starting to rise again.
He breaks the kiss. His hands slide down my chest, feeling my hard, taut tits, then he leads me to the shower, then we get in and turn the water on, and resume kissing under the stream.
We arch our backs and start rubbing bodies. His hands find my tits again and caress them; mine, his rising cock. We soap our hands and, still kissing, soap each other, paying attention to the horny bits. I’m still open and wet, and he’s hard again. “Hope this isn’t our only time,” I purr as I reach down and place him between my legs.
“I hope you have a card,” he grunts.
“Give you one later.”
He turns me around so I’m facing the shower and kisses my back, and his cock comes between my legs and onto my pussy as he grinds on me as his hands grasp my tits, stimulating my nipples.
His cock briefly touches my lips, but he pauses.
“Not normally, but just this once, $200.”
“Now or later?”
“Later is fine,” and I grind on him, pushing him into me.
He’s so big, and I’m so wet that I push him deep into me, then he fills me, making me moan, and we grind hard.
He pulls out, just fucking my entrance, and I squeeze him tight, nearing again, and I know he’s nearly there too. It’s so horny breaking my rule! He fucks my entrance hard and fast, and I grind on him, squeezing him harder. So different, as normally I’m filled!
I moan; he grunts.
I moan longer and feel him spasm, then I feel his cum in me, and I moan longer and push down, forcing him and his cum deep.
I spasm, and he shoots a final load as we cum together. Me orgasming twice with a client is very rare. (From sex!)
I stand up, and my head turns. We fuck gently, kissing. “So hot,” I purr – honestly!
I slide off him, spin around and drop, then take his bare cock in my mouth and sensuously caress it with my tongue and lips, wondering if he’s going to come up again.
I rise, then we kiss again, still under the stream, and his hand reaches down, then in me and fingers out his cum.
My hand caresses his cock, and he proffers the juices to me, and I sensuously lick it off. “I’ve got a treat,” I whisper.
He gets the signal and turns the water off, then we exit.
We towel while kissing, but it’s more of a fondle!
We exit back into the room and I put a robe on as he goes for his wallet as I open the door and grab the food, then close the door and drop the robe.
I place the food on the bedside table, and he places the notes between my tits, then kisses them.
I laugh and put them on the table. “Hard again,” I purr. “Sit,” I command, and he sits on the bed.
I straddle him, and as I drop, my hand steers his hard, bare cock into me as his hands grab my tits and gently fondle them. “So good, I purr” as it slides into me, and I take him fully.
I reach over and take some melon, then I place it in my lips and lean in, then he takes it, and we start eating, soon meeting in the middle, and we kiss, my pussy caressing his cock and making it grow again.
We grind, kiss and feed, and he starts and looks at the clock. “Only another 30 mins!”
I laugh. “Mum’s got the kids all night. Thanks for the extra housekeeping,” and I grind on him.
“Table’s a bit dodgy here,” he smirks.
“Still not sure about the orange polo,” I giggle.
“I’m so sure,” he hard thrusts and makes me moan, “about the dress,” and his hands sensually grope my tits. Another moan.
“Chef in kitchen, whore in bedroom. And elsewhere. Your turn,” and I kiss him, then get off him.
He kisses me. “We’ve RP’d this a few times when you’ve been on a State Visit with the PM,” and he gets up and leads me to the table.
“Normal massage tables just not up to the job,” I laugh and lie face-down, my boobs spilling out from underneath.
He oils up his hands and rests his hard cock on my back, then starts on my back, gently massaging my neck, his cock on my back tempting me. Slowly, his hands worked down, undoing my back, his cock gently pressing into my back.
His cock gently rubs my cheeks as his hands work their way up, then chastely and temptingly move down them, not working inwards. My pussy is so wet and open as he keeps oiling his hands, ensuring he is lubed as he works down to my feet.
Then back up, but this time, at my cheeks, I open my legs, and he massages in, teasing my wet lips, sending tingles up my readiness.
He fully oils himself, then lies on me, and his hands go under my body, gripping my hard tits, and he starts grinding up and down my sexed back, taking time to grind his cock into my back and sometimes drop it onto my pussy.
He gets off me and stands on the floor. “Over,” he commands, and I roll over, my tits flat to my chest and my ready pussy exposed.
He chastely massages my neck from the side, his cock touching my arm, then moves down, skipping my pussy again until he reaches my feet, then works back up. This time, his oiled hands creep in, taking the knots out of my fronts but pushing them into the middle, and I moan gently in anticipation.
His hands reach in, finding my ready lips, and he starts gently working them with his expert fingers. Gentle strokes, sometimes on the outside, sometimes deeper, make me wetter and so ready, but he persists.
His hands move up my oiled tum and then start kneading my ready tits as my excited pussy gets more excited seeing his hard cock. Sensually, his hands caress and knead my tits, making me so horny.
His head reaches down to my lips.
His tongue enters my waiting mouth, and we kiss, and he slides over, his cock soon on my pussy, touching but not entering it.
I moan longer, wanting but unable to push him in as it gently explores.
We kiss deeper, writhing, and I manage to push his cock into me again. This time, slow, deep kisses and strokes as we screw deeply and slowly against each other. We rock gently, our oiled bodies sliding on each other, grinding and kissing.
His again-growing cock explores my pussy, making it so wet, and I start to tighten, and we kiss deeper, but he slides back, fucking my entrance harder.
I moan, tightening on him, and we kiss deeper, and he’s nearly out of me but expertly doing my tightening entrance.
He pulses and kisses me deeper, and I return the deeper kiss and nearly strangle his cock, then I emit a long moan and squeeze him tighter as I feel his spasm, and he cums just as I do.
We lie there, gently screwing and kissing as we come down.
Later, he gently gets off me, then his arms reach out and guide me off the table.
We kill the lights and crawl into the bed.
“Perfect evening, my love,” he whispers
