After-Hours Escort

The moment I saw her walk into the empty restaurant, my cock twitched against my thigh. Lena moved like liquid sex in a tight black dress that hugged her hips and barely contained her full tits, her long legs clicking on the tiled floor. The place had closed an hour ago; only the low glow of pendant lights remained, casting shadows across the polished tables and making the air feel thick with possibility.

"Hey, Marcus," she said, voice low and teasing as she set her purse on the bar. "You really booked the whole spot just for us? Or is this how you treat all your escorts?"

I smiled, camera already in hand, the strap digging into my neck. "Only the ones who make me forget how to shoot straight. You look fucking incredible tonight."

Lena's laugh was soft, husky. She leaned back against a table, crossing her ankles. "Good. Because my rate just went up the second I saw that hungry look in your eyes. You wanted private shots, right? Something... intimate?"

My pulse hammered. I'd hired her through the agency for a late-night boudoir series, but the second she stepped in, the plan changed. The scent of her perfume—something warm and spicy—mixed with the faint smell of garlic and wine from earlier service. I stepped closer, lens catching the way her nipples poked against the thin fabric.

"Yeah. Intimate." I raised the camera, snapping the first shot. The flash lit her cleavage like a beacon. "Take the dress off, Lena. Slowly."

Her eyes darkened with lust. "Bossy for a photographer. I like it." She reached behind her neck, unzipping with deliberate care. The dress slid down her body like it was melting, pooling at her heels. No bra. Just black lace panties and those perfect, heavy breasts with dark, stiff nipples begging to be sucked. Her shaved pussy was already glistening through the sheer fabric.

"Jesus," I muttered, cock now rock-hard and straining my jeans. I clicked again, capturing the curve of her waist, the way her thighs pressed together.

Lena cupped her tits, squeezing them together for the lens. "You gonna just take pictures, Marcus? Or are you gonna fuck your escort like you clearly want to?"

That was all it took. I set the camera on a nearby chair, still rolling in video mode, and closed the distance. My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. She gasped as my erection pressed into her belly.

"You want this cock?" I growled, voice rough.

"Yes," she whispered, fingers already working my belt. "I've been wet since I got your booking. Big photographer with a private restaurant... made me imagine you bending me over every table."

The zipper came down and she freed my thick dick, stroking it with both hands. Precum smeared her palm. I groaned, shoving her panties aside to find her slick folds. Two fingers plunged into her tight pussy without warning. She was soaking, hot walls clenching around me.

"Oh fuck... yes," Lena moaned, head falling back. Her hips rocked against my hand. "Deeper. I need it."

I pumped faster, thumb circling her swollen clit while my mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard. The wet sounds of my fingers fucking her echoed in the quiet space. She smelled like pure arousal now, musky and sweet.

Suddenly she dropped to her knees on the cool floor, right between two tables. Those full lips wrapped around my cockhead, sucking me in with a hungry slurp. Her tongue swirled, then she took me deeper, throat relaxing until her nose brushed my trimmed pubes.

"Goddamn, your mouth..." I hissed, fingers tangling in her dark hair. I thrust gently, fucking her face while she hummed around me. Spit dripped down her chin onto her tits. The sight was filthy and perfect.

She popped off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening shaft. "I want you inside me. Now."

I spun her around, bending her over the nearest table. Her juicy ass pushed back, panties yanked to the side. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered.

"Stop teasing and fuck me," she begged, looking back over her shoulder. "Fill this escort pussy."

With one hard thrust I buried myself balls-deep. Her walls gripped me like velvet fire, so wet I could hear the squelch with every stroke. I pounded her fast, the table creaking beneath us. Lena's tits swung, nipples brushing the wood.

"Yes! Harder, Marcus... fuck me like you own me," she cried, pushing back to meet every slam.

I spanked her ass, watching the flesh jiggle. The sting made her clench tighter. Changing pace, I slowed, grinding deep so my cockhead rubbed her g-spot. She started shaking, a low whine building in her throat.

"I'm gonna... oh shit, I'm coming!" Her pussy spasmed around me, juices flooding my balls as she squirted a little onto the floor. The contractions milked me relentlessly.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and spread her legs wide. Her flushed face, messy hair, and dripping cunt were framed perfectly by the restaurant lights. I drove back in, fucking her through the aftershocks. Her heels dug into my ass.

"Come inside me," she panted, nails raking my arms. "I want your hot cum."

That dirty plea sent me over. I thrust deep one last time, groaning as my cock pulsed, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. It overflowed, leaking down her crack as I kept moving, drawing out every drop.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. The camera kept rolling quietly in the corner.

Lena smiled up at me, lazy and satisfied, tracing a finger through the mess between her thighs. "Best booking I've had all month. So... round two before they kick us out?"

I kissed her deeply, already feeling my dick twitch again inside her. "The night's ours, escort. And the camera's still watching."