I saunter into my bedroom, the rainbow hues of my hair vibrant against the navy blue walls. My eyes gleam with mischief as I notice the nervous glint in my latest client’s eyes. Poor guy looks like a trembling leaf about to be plucked from its branch.
“Hey there, sweetcheeks,” I purr, sashaying over to the bed and swiveling my hips suggestively. “I hope you’re ready for a lesson in self-love.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, but I just smirk and plop down beside him. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you every step of the way.” I slide my hand up his thigh, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
“First things first, you gotta get comfy,” I instruct, tugging at his belt to unbuckle it. “Strip down and make yourself at home.” My fingers dance along the waistband of his boxers as he hesitates for just a second before complying.
Once he’s fully nude, I take a moment to admire the goods. “Mmm, not bad at all,” I murmur, eyeing the prominent bulge in his underwear. “Let’s get you out of these.” With a deft flick, I yank the fabric down, exposing his hard, pulsing cock.
“Wow, look at that beauty,” I breathe, wrapping my fingers around the base and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re already so eager, aren’t you?” I tease, trailing a finger up the underside, teasing the delicate skin.
“Yes, please,” he gasps, his voice thick with desire.
“Okay, okay, let’s get to the good part,” I chuckle, my touch turning firmer as I stroke him up and down. “Now, imagine my hand is your own, okay? Focus on the sensations.”
I watch intently as he follows my guidance, his breathing increasing with each pass of his hand. “That’s it, just like that,” I encourage, angling my body to give him a better view of my own touch.
As he fists his cock with more confidence, I lean in to whisper in his ear. “Now, add some pressure, just like you would on your own shaft.” I demonstrate by applying a bit more grip, my thumb rubbing firmly against the sensitive head.
He groans, his hips bucking up eagerly into my touch. “You’re doing great,” I praise, my own hand slipping between my thighs to toy with my damp panties. “Keep going, I want to see you lose control.”
With a string of curses under his breath, he hammers his fist faster, precum beading at the tip. “Fuck, I’m close,” he pants.
“Yes, let it happen!” I urge, my fingers diving beneath my lace to stroke my aching clit. “Give in to the pleasure, just like you would in private.”
With a feral cry, he erupts, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum over his hand and the sheets. I ride out my own orgasm with a keening moan, the heady rush of release washing over me.
As we both come down from our highs, I rest my head on his shoulder, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. “You were a natural,” I whisper, giving his softening cock a gentle pat. “Anytime you need a refresher course, you know where to find me.”