My Favorite Charge F/F
by
Tayla
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment.
While in the dressing room at an exclusive boutique, I overheard a couple of women talking and giggling about a secret escort service that catered to its client's fantasies. I paused, one arm in the sleeve of an outrageously expensive little black cocktail dress.
One of the ladies said she tried it only recently and was very satisfied with the young man sent to her. She described to her friend her fantasy of fucking her neighbor's young hunk son. The boy, sent to her home in cutoffs and an open shirt, knew exactly what she wanted and pounded her senseless. She said that the fees were astronomical, but well worth it for the fantasy. I memorized the number as she reeled it off to her friend who said she would definitely call.
I zipped up the dress and examined myself. It looked great on my slim figure. At 35, I am 5'7", 120 pounds, 36A. Blue eyes a man could get lost in and black curls just right to run his fingers through--at least that's what my husband used to say.
I was very nervous and excited by the time I reached home. I had to form the perfect fantasy in my mind. Money is no problem. My husband provides me with plenty of cash and plastic, probably so that I can spend and not bother him too much. He has no idea that I know he is fucking his young secretary. I heard them when I stopped by the office late one night. He will never divorce me because I am his social anchor--always knowing the right thing to do and say and looking just perfect beside him. He pays me little attention and fucks me perfunctorily. Any fantasy would be better than what he gives me. Later that day, I finally dialed the number.
"Exocet Limited. How may we help you?'
"I'd like to arrange for services," I said boldly.
"Yes, madam. How did you hear about us," she asked.
Not prepared for that question, I thought quickly. "Oh, another very satisfied client."
"Very good madam. Will you require a male or female escort?"
"Female, please," I said, tingling. I didn't want a man near me. I read off my credit card number and proceeded to give her my requirements.
My husband is out of town again with his secretary. Nothing much was on the tube, so I ordered a pay-per-view movie on one of those adult channels. After seeing a very erotic scene between two females, masturbation was the only way I got any sleep that night.
I asked for a very young-looking woman. The one on my doorstep the next night looked about 14, but was actually 19. She carried a large shopping bag. I showed her the upstairs layout and let her into the spare bedroom to get into costume and setting. I came back downstairs and had a large glass of wine to relax my body and calm my nerves. I would soon be fucking that lovely little creature. She had long, thick blond hair, pale skin with a smattering of freckles across her nose and big green eyes. She was an escort, yes, but my "charge" for the next several hours.
When I was a teenager, a friend told me of her girlhood experiences with her young governess. Along those lines, I intended to act out a fantasy with the girl upstairs. 'Dominique,' the French governess, pulled back her hair and pent it up, put on reading glasses and went upstairs to check on her charge. Madam and monsieur informed me that I should check on young mademoiselle at least once during the night because of her unusual sleep patterns. Tres bien pour moi.
I was so hot as I walked into the semi-dark room. She was lying there "fast asleep." All day I have wanted this. I was weak with the need to touch her sweet spot just a little before I retired to my quarters. I eased the covers down, raised up her shortie gown top and put my hand in the familiar territory under her matching cotton panties. She felt so warm and good, as she does every night. I ran my fingers over her lips, feeling the moistness begin. My finger acted on its own volition as it entered her vagina and probed. She was still fast asleep probably thinking she was having a dream. I reluctantly removed my hand from her panties. Before I covered her, I ran my hands across her nicely developing breasts. I would take those nipples into my mouth very soon. I had more wine downstairs as I thought about and tasted her pussy on my hand.
After a brief time, she came downstairs wearing only her little shortie nightgown set. No robe. "I'll be glad when Mom and Dad return from Europe," she said sleepily. She plopped down next to me on the sofa.
"May I get you anything, Elisa? Do you want a drink of water?" Her closeness in those brief night clothes was driving me crazy.
"No thank you, Dominique. I had the strangest dream before I came down. I don't remember what it was, but it felt good. It seems I have that dream every night."
Yes, mon cherie, I thought. It did feel very good. She cuddled next to me, falling back to sleep. Adjusting my arm around her, I accidently brushed her breast with my hand but let it lay there. She moved and covered it with her own. As she sat there, I slowly massaged that young breast until her little nipple peaked.
She fell totally into sleep and my lust drove me to take further advantage of her. I laid her down on the sofa and pulled the top of her nightie up. My mouth took one breast, while my hand rubbed the other. She squirmed but remained asleep. After taking her breasts, I got on my knees, put my hand into her panties and held her pussy. Then I pulled one leg aside and licked her slit, tasting the moistness I had fostered. J'ai faim. Her young teen pussy tasted as sweet as that of my last young charge. When I inserted my tongue into her, I came. I took her pussy several more times before I led her up to bed.
"During the night" Elisa came into my room saying she had a nightmare and was frightened of being alone in the family wing. She asked to get into bed with me. I sleep naked always, but pulled back the covers in my dark room and let her in. I fondled her lightly when she went back to sleep then removed her panties. I intended to touch myself to her tonight. I spread her legs, pulled her top up around her neck and held her arms in place above her head. I put my pussy on top of that of my charge. I'm glad that Elisa has these strange sleep patterns because I wanted to fuck her to my satisfaction without frightening her.
Elisa's whole body squirmed as I rubbed my hot pussy on hers. That was good. She thought she was dreaming again. She was a sweet, but not totally cognizant participant. I had waited a long time for this moment, but I could not hold out. I risked fucking her hard, taking my pleasure from her sleeping form. Small sounds I would like to think of as pleasure escaped her lips. She was soft and warm and female. My perfect lover. The only kind of lover I ever wanted. I came on her sweet flesh several times, trying not to make too much noise. I walked naked to my bathroom and brought a warm, soapy towel to the bed and slowly but lovingly removed traces of me from her, then slipped her panties back on.
When I came back to the bed, I was wearing a robe. If I slept naked with her, I would have to take her again soon. Perhaps I'll remove the robe a bit later, after I've gotten some sleep, I thought. As I expected, my need to touch her grew during the night and drove me to take her several more times as she "slept." I could not help myself. I am French.
The girl went to her room to shower and change when her time had almost expired. I really surprised myself by needing and fucking her so much. She told me that my fantasy was one of the most unusual but exciting that she had ever shared.
"I never got the chance to share a real kiss with you," I said to the girl. "Would you let me kiss me now?"
"Avec plaisir, madame." Putting down her bag, she smiled and walked to me.
I held her head as I plundered her freshly minted mouth. A man's mouth comes in a distant second to one such as this, I thought. "Merci beacoupe, mon Elisa," I whispered as I tipped her two hundred dollars for helping me with my sweet fantasy.
If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.
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