Another encounter with a client: Ananya
Couple
Submit Report It was a fine Saturday morning when I received a text from Ananya, asking me to be at her flat in JP Nagar by 9am sharp. As a professional male escort in Bangalore, I had been hired by many independent and successful women like her over the past few years. But Ananya was different – she was 34, single, and had no interest in marriage. My previous client had referred me to her, and we had met briefly a few months ago. Ananya was busy with her booming business, so our initial conversation had been brief. She had already given me her address, and I made sure to arrive right on time, as I always did with my discerning clients. As I knocked on the door of her posh apartment, Ananya opened it herself, looking stunning in a sheer robe that left little to the imagination. “Come in, Joe,” she purred, ushering me inside with a sultry smile. “I hope you’re ready for a wild weekend.” Her eyes raked over my body hungrily, and I could tell that she had big plans in store. As I followed her into the bedroom, Ananya loosened the sash of her robe, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of silk. She was completely naked underneath, her flawless skin glowing in the morning light streaming through the window. My eyes drifted appreciatively over her toned curves, taking in her pert breasts, flat stomach, and the glistening apex of her thighs. “Like what you see?” Ananya asked with a smug grin, striking a provocative pose. I nodded mutely, my mouth going dry at the sight of her. She took my hand and led me to the bed, pushing me down onto the mattress. “Don’t move,” she commanded. “I want to taste you first.” Ananya knelt between my legs and slowly unzipped my fly, freeing my erect cock. She licked her lips as she took in the sight of it, then wrapped her fingers around the base and gave it a firm stroke. I groaned at her touch, my hips bucking involuntarily. Ananya chuckled and leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. She pressed a tender kiss to the tip, then flicked out her tongue to lap up the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. “That’s it, baby,” she cooed. “Get nice and hard for me.” Ananya took me into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around my girth. I nearly came undone right then and there as she began to bob her head, taking me deeper and deeper with each pass. Her tongue swirled around me, teasing the sensitive underside of my shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, and I felt the pressure building in my balls. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Ananya pulled off with a lewd pop. “Not yet,” she said with a wink. “I’m going to ride you first.” She straddled my hips and grasped my cock, notching me at her entrance. Then, with a swift downward motion, she impaled herself on my thick length. We both cried out at the exquisite sensation, her slick walls clenching around me like a velvet vise. Ananya began to move, rolling her hips in a lazy figure-eight. “Fuck, you feel good,” she moaned, bracing herself on my chest. I reached up to palm her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they were stiff peaks. She rode me harder, skin slapping against skin, until the bed was creaking beneath us. I could feel her getting close, her walls starting to flutter around my cock. “Come for me,” I growled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “I want to feel you coming all over my dick.” Ananya threw her head back with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down on me as she came hard. Her orgasm triggered my own, and I exploded inside her with a hoarse shout. I pumped her full of my seed, my cock throbbing with each pulse. We collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, basking in the afterglow. Ananya nuzzled into my neck, pressing soft kisses to my pulse point. “Mmm, I knew you’d be good,” she purred, her voice slurred with satisfaction. “But that was just the warm-up. I’ve got a lot more planned for you today and tomorrow.” Over the next 24 hours, Ananya and I explored every position in the Kama Sutra and then some. She sucked me off again and again, drinking down every drop of my cum like it was the finest nectar. I ate her out until she was a writhing, incoherent mess, plastering her thighs with honey and lapping it up with my tongue. We sixty-nined until we were both gasping and spent. At one point, Ananya had me sit on the edge of the bed while she knelt between my legs. “I want to try something new,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I want you to fuck my face.” I nearly short-circuited at her words, my spent cock already starting to stir again. Ananya grasped the base and guided me towards her mouth. “Open wide, baby,” I said with a predatory grin. Ananya parted her lips and I thrust forward, groaning as I hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but didn’t pull away, relaxing her jaw to take me deeper. I started to move, slowly at first, then building up speed as I found my rhythm. Ananya’s eyes watered and her makeup ran as I fucked her face, but she was loving every second of it, judging by the way her pussy was dripping onto the floor. “Look at you, taking my cock like a champ,” I praised, catching her spit-slicked lips with my thumb. “Such a good little slut for me.” Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked her tongue along my shaft, hollowing her cheeks to suck me even harder. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I warned, my voice strangled. Ananya pulled off with a gasp, but I just grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back onto my cock. “Swallow it all,” I snarled, my hips jackhammering furiously. With a shout, I erupted down her throat, painting her tonsils white. Ananya gulped it down greedily, squeezing my shaft to milk out every last drop.