Lena strode into the dimly lit bar with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. At thirty-two, she had built a career as a high-end escort not out of desperation but pure choice, reveling in the power it gave her over her own body and the men who sought her company. Tonight, she spotted Marcus, a sharp-dressed lawyer she'd matched with online, nursing a whiskey at the counter. His eyes flicked up as she approached, and a smirk played on his lips.
"You must be Lena," he said, voice low and teasing. "The profile said 'unapologetic,' but I didn't expect you to own the room like this."
She slid onto the stool beside him, crossing her legs deliberately. "And you must be Marcus, the one who thinks witty banter will get him anywhere. Let's see if your words match your profile pic, or if it's all filter and no follow-through."
They bantered for the next hour, trading sharp jabs about past flings and desires. "I like a woman who knows she's a whore slut and owns it," Marcus admitted with a grin. Lena laughed, leaning in close. "Good, because I don't do submissive. I take what I want, and right now, I want to see if that cock of yours lives up to the hype."
The tension built as they left for her apartment, hands brushing, breaths quickening. Once inside, clothes hit the floor fast. Lena pushed him onto the bed, straddling him. "You're hard already? Impressive, but let's make it wetter." She guided his hand between her legs, her pussy already dripping with anticipation.
Marcus groaned, fingers exploring her slick folds. "Fuck, you're so wet." Lena moaned, grinding against him. "And you're about to find out how horny I get when I'm in control." She slid down, taking his cock into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he panted, sweating under her touch.
"God, that feels amazing," he gasped. She pulled back, eyes sparkling with wit. "Save the praise for when I'm riding you." Climbing atop him, she sank down onto his hard length, her ass bouncing as she set a relentless pace. Their bodies moved in sync, her pussy clenching around him, juices dripping down his shaft. He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her hips but never dominating.
The climax hit hard—Lena came first, crying out as waves of pleasure overtook her, her walls pulsing. Marcus followed seconds later, filling her with hot cum while they both panted, bodies slick with sweat. She collapsed beside him, smirking. "Not bad for round one."
Lena traced a finger down his chest, already plotting their next encounter with even more intensity.
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