As we have said before, most of the time Call Girls are there to provide pure sexual service.
Today we still have a story from a companion we talked to who talked to us about a regular customer. He's been watching for about three years! But who never, never, ever asked her to have sex.
Vanessa, 26 years old, shared the story with us Slovak, escort.
His fetish - let's say - Mariu, it was a dress! A red, short, tight dress. The details will be analyzed below.
He was a regular customer, he used to call me every month, sometimes twice a week. The most that ever happened between our appointments was three months, which, as I learned from him, was missing from a business trip outside Greece.
I was always wondering what his story was. She never talked, except for a good evening when I was in the room and she never wanted to have sex. The first few times were quite strange and difficult! Maybe embarrassing. Of course, after a while, I learned the "process" and what exactly he wanted and everything went smoothly. Of course, that did not stop me from being curious about what was happening to this man.
Our appointments always ended at the same time, in the same hotel and most of the time, in the exact same room. I knocked on the door, opened it and stood beside the bed. He would come, sit on the bed, look at me and give me the red dress. It was always clean and smelled beautiful. But it was always the same dress.
I took it and started to wear it slowly and sensually, while he was sitting in bed, with his back to the pillow head and slapping me. He was a very handsome man, in his forties, but he seemed distant, empty.
It was a beautiful dress, red satin! It was open at the back and had a fine silver chain that held from the shoulders to the waist.
After wearing the dress, I turned around slowly so she could gaze at it from every angle. Then I turned around and stared at him. He always had the same look when he saw me with it. As if his sadness had gone away and he felt happy, irritated? A little of both?
I was upstairs in bed and sitting between his legs, on my knees ..
At this point always, he slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his penis out and started caressing him slowly.
I knew the dress was going crazy, I just didn't - and I never knew - why.
Then I began to move sensually, stroking my body over the dress. My hands slid over the satin fabric slowly. The light from the lamps made the dress look even more beautiful. I was always thinking at that time. What story does this dress have? What irritates him so much? Whatever it was, the impact it had on him and how much it irritated him was truly remarkable!
I was passing my hands gently over my body. I was touching it bosom my belly, my rear me, my shoulders. The more I did it, the more intense he was playing with his penis, the more he enjoyed it.
He had his eyes wide open and stared at me in awe. His orgasm approached, his lips biting. I knew exactly what he wanted. I turned my back and started sensually rocking my hips left and right while stroking my buttocks. I pulled the dress up slightly and turned it back in the same way.
I knew exactly what he wanted at any given time at any of our appointments. It was our little routine ..
I never asked anything, I didn't talk, it didn't touch me.
I heard his breath and I knew. At just the right moment, I would turn to him again and start caressing my chest over the dress. He started playing even faster until his semen ended up on the red dress.
I was sitting there for a while, as he stole his art, his creation. When he was ready, he smiled at me and nodded his head, as if he were telling me that I could get out of bed anymore.
I would take my clothes off, go to the bathroom, freshen up and go back to the room. I left the dress on the back of the armchair and took the money from the table. I always got the money in the end. That was our deal.
I was smiling at him and leaving without saying anything.
