Freya Thompson is thirty years old and recovered from a heart-transplant operation. Desperate to be rid of her embarrassing virginity, her best friends hire a male escort to sleep with her. So, ‘Samantha’ has sex with ‘Simon’ in a hotel room and, as she feared, he is freaked out by her enormous scar. She leaves the hotel never expecting to see him again.
A week later, she bumps into ‘Simon’ at her birthday party at a central London hotel. To her amazement, he is unable to keep his hands off her and they spend two hours having sex in a hotel room. When she leaves, she expects once more to never see him again,
In the morning, she is curious to see where ‘Simon’ works. Discovering that the escort agency offices are in a nondescript 1960s office block, she decides to have a cup of coffee in a nearby coffee shop. When ‘Simon’ walks in, she is mortified. He must think she is a crazy stalker. Simon is a little disconcerted, but he confesses that he’d never wanted to see a client again until her. A combination of her vulnerability and the fact that he was the one who took her virginity, has made her irresistible to him.
He confesses that his real name is Jamie Watson and that he knows she is Freya Thompson, the daughter of a Conservative Member of Parliament. Jamie tells her that Simon is a fiction – a fantasy – an act – and he doesn’t date clients. They had both been pretending to be someone else, so he suggests that they both forget the fantasy and start again.
Freya desperately wants to make up for lost time and is disappointed when Jamie says he doesn’t want to just fuck her. He asks her if she wants a relationship with him or just sex. Freya wants a relationship and to be fucked but she can’t have both. Jamie simply wants a relationship with her and to get to know her properly. He tells Freya to think about it and to call him when she makes a decision. To her astonishment, he then gets up and walks away from her.
What is Freya’s response? Is she just a spoilt little rich girl looking for a bit of rough and now that Jamie has insisted on a relationship and not just sex, will Freya make up for lost time by going and looking to be fucked elsewhere? Read The Birthday Present to find out!
He’d been paid to have sex with her. She will never see him again. Or will she?
Recovered from a heart transplant operation, thirty-year-old Freya Thompson is desperate to be rid of her embarrassing virginity and is given a birthday present like no other. A male escort will take her virginity and she can then carry on with the life the new heart has given her.
But ‘Samantha’ isn’t prepared for ‘Simon’ – tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed, and gorgeous. But even more important than that, he isn’t terrified by her huge scar. He doesn’t treat her like a freak, and she finds herself attracted to him. But he’s a male escort, he’d been paid to have sex with her, and she will never see him again. Or will she?
An Excerpt From Chapter Two
They returned to the hotel in complete silence and he led her inside through the kitchens at the rear. He’s done this before, she thought but didn’t care. Waiting in a storeroom while he went to the reception desk, she wondered if anyone was looking for her but, again, she didn’t care. He wanted her, and her stomach clenched with exhilaration.
Ten minutes passed before he returned to her. “I’ve persuaded them to let us have a room for two hours. It’s on the third floor.”
“We’ll take the service lift, come on.”
Leading her along a corridor, they went into the lift and he pressed the button for the third floor. The doors closed and the lift clanked its way upwards until it stopped, gave a little judder and the doors opened again.
“Number 325,” he muttered and they walked down the corridor until he stopped, inserted the keycard into the slot, and the door swung open. “Not beige, thank fuck.”
It was a lovely room, deep red was the predominant colour, and the bed was huge. The door closed behind her, and he put the key card on a table before turning to look at her.
“I’ll say it again if you don’t want to stay just say.”
“I want to stay,” she told him and he gave her a relieved little nod.
“What else are you wearing under the dress?”
“Undress me and find out.”
He stood behind her and slowly lowered the zip. The dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. His lips parted, taking in her blue high-heeled shoes, blue stay-up stockings, blue thong, and blue bra.
“I need to hang this up.” She picked up the dress and retrieved a hanger from a wardrobe. Hanging the dress on the front of the wardrobe, she turned to face him. He was standing in the middle of the floor just staring at her. “What is it?”
“You,” he said simply. “You’re incredible. I can’t believe I’m your first.”
“I can’t believe you’re my first. I always expected to get a sympathy fuck from someone.”
“You were anything but a sympathy fuck,” he said, pulling open his bow tie, and undoing his shirt buttons. “Anything fucking but,” he muttered, shrugging both the shirt and jacket off, before undoing his trousers. He let them fall to the floor before stepping out of them and kicking his shoes off.
His hard cock was straining against his boxer shorts as he reached for his jacket and pulled out a packet of condoms, put it on the table and threw the jacket onto the back of the chair. Would she be able to satisfy him, she wondered, as she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. He came to her, cupped one breast, and she saw her nipples harden. Lowering his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, and she watched as his tongue swirled over it and then the other. Oh, God, in all her fantasies while she was ill in hospital, she had never expected anything like this. When he took her breast into his mouth and sucked on one and then the other, she groaned for the first time.
He released her and slid her thong down her legs and she stepped out of it before doing the same with his boxer shorts, her mouth forming an ‘O’ when his cock sprang free. Reaching out, she held it in her hand, finding her fingers couldn’t quite encircle it.
“You’re huge,” she whispered.
“Because of you. Would you like me to lick your clit?”
“Go and sit in the chair.”
She did as she was told, opening her legs wide for him. Kneeling down, he slid his thumb over her clit and smiled when she sucked in a startled breath and arched her hips.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, doing it again, and her hips bucked.
“Yes,” she gasped. “But I think you do, too.”
“I’m going to make you come with my tongue. Open your legs wider and relax.”
“Okay… Oh, fuck.” He’d found her clit immediately, massaging it with his tongue in long, measured strokes, before flicking it with the tip. She struggled to breathe, holding onto the arms of the chair as the pleasure grew inside her. It exploded when he began to suck.
Opening her eyes, she let out a little groan.
“Oh, shit, I think I pulled your hair like the last time,” she murmured.
“It doesn’t matter. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I need some water.”
“I’ll get you some.” Kissing her lips, he got to his feet and went into the bathroom.
Gripping the arms of the chair, she pushed herself to her feet and smiled as he returned with a glass of water. “Thank you.” She accepted it from him and took a sip. “What do you like?”
“Watching you come.”
“And?” she prompted.
“Being inside you.”
“From a first time fuck? I can’t have been that memorable?”
“Yes. You were.” Taking the glass from her, he took a sip and put it down on the dressing table. “Slip those shoes off,” he added, picking up the packet of condoms. “And come to the bed.”
She kicked off the shoes, climbed onto the bed, and watched as he rolled a condom on. He followed her onto the bed and she opened her legs for him again. He entered her, stretching her pussy so tightly that she moaned.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Don’t stop. Please.” He nodded and gently moved inside her. “Yes,” she moaned into his neck, wanting to remember everything. The way he felt inside her, stretching her pussy. The way her nipples rubbed against his chest. The way he lifted his hips as he withdrew a little and the way her hips rose to pull him back inside her. His hips fell as he sank into her again, inch by inch, filling her pussy completely. Would any other man ever fill her like this again?
He began his rhythm slowly, pulling out and meeting her hips as he pushed in again. Soon, she needed more. She needed him faster and deeper, and she raised her hips more quickly to meet his, her moans getting louder with each thrust. Their hips were now crashing together and she felt her orgasm taking hold and he found his release with one deep thrust before he dropped onto her with a harsh groan.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself gripping his shoulders, and her legs were wrapped around him in an effort to hold him inside her. Their ragged breathing filled the room and she watched as he lifted himself onto his elbows. She lowered her legs and he withdrew from her.
“Want to be on top?” he asked. “Want to ride my cock?”
“Good.” He slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush and he re-appeared at the door, running his fingers along his already stiff cock. He walked to the dressing table and slid on another condom. How many were in the packet, she wondered. Three? Five? She smiled. Five, hopefully. “What?” he asked.
“How many condoms are in the packet?”
“Five. Want to use them all?”
“Yes, if we’ve time.”
He gave her a grin and climbed back onto the bed. He lay down and she stared at his cock for a moment. She straddled him, reaching for it. Holding it, she eased herself slowly down, expelling a long breath and making him groan. Fuck, his cock was huge.
“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Not yet.” Sitting up, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it gently before allowing it to slip out of his mouth and then doing the same with the other. “You’re unbelievable.”
“How long have we left?”
“Don’t think about that,” he urged, his hands sliding down to her hips. “Reception is going to call the room when it’s time to go. Don’t think about that. Just ride my cock.”
She raised herself up a little then sank down onto him again before doing it again. Soon she found a rhythm and he seemed to enjoy her tits bouncing into his face. She closed her eyes, letting her head roll back on her shoulders, her back slightly arched. His hands tightened around her waist and she clasped his face and kissed him as an orgasm took over her, feeling his body jerk upwards against hers. She collapsed against him, completely unable to stay upright.
When she opened her eyes, he hadn’t yet let her go. He kissed her lips before sliding her from on top of him and placing her on her side as he got up and off the bed. She followed him off the bed as he went into the bathroom and the toilet flushed again. Reaching for the glass of water, she sipped it, then picked up a condom and pulled it out of the packaging.
“Can I?” she asked as he stood at the bathroom door.
Nodding, he walked forward, and she crouched down. His cock wasn’t quite hard yet, so she lifted it and ran her fingers along the underside before smoothing a thumb over the tip. Feeling it harden, she rolled the condom on, before kissing and taking the tip into her mouth.
“Don’t,” he said suddenly, backing away from her.
“Why?” she asked, a surge of disappointment flowing through her. Wasn’t she doing it correctly? “Why not?”
“Just don’t do that. Please.”
“But I made you come earlier with the tip of my tongue.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “I just don’t like it, so, please?”
“Okay.” She got to her feet. “I’m sorry.”
“No.” He kissed her lips. “Please don’t be embarrassed. In time, you’ll discover things you don’t particularly like.”
“I suppose so.”
“What about on there?” He nodded to the dressing table and she smiled and nodded. “Okay.” He lifted her and sat her on the edge before parting her legs, entering her and settling inside her with a little grunt. “I could stay inside your pussy forever,” he whispered, sliding his hands up her thighs.
Lifting her legs, she locked her ankles around his waist and her hands around his neck as he began to thrust hard into her pussy, only pulling out a little before slamming back into her. To her surprise, it didn’t hurt. She was going to come quickly this time. She could feel it building already and she dug her nails into the back of his neck and squealed, feeling him jerk against her.
Sinking back against the wall of the room, she pulled air into her lungs and let her legs fall from his waist.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, peeling the condom off in front of her for the first time.
“Two left,” he told her, holding the used condom up. “So tell me what you’d like.”
“I want you to fuck me in my lingerie and then I want us to get dressed so you can fuck me in my dress in that tux.”
He began to smile, went to the bathroom with the used condom and flushed it down the toilet. Reappearing at the bathroom door, he gave her a grin. “Sounds good.”
“I hope it’ll be a bit better than good,” she said, sliding off the dressing table and reaching for her thong. Stepping into it, she pulled it up and put on her bra before stepping into her shoes. Straightening up, she felt him standing behind her, his hands cupping her breasts and gyrating his hips against hers. She began to move with him. In her heels, she was almost as tall as him and moulded her body against his as they rotated their hips. “I like this,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.”
“But my cock’s getting hard and I want to be inside your pussy.”
“Okay.” Turning around, she looked down, feeling his cock pressing into her stomach. “Bigger again. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I should be saying that to you.” He smiled, reaching for the fourth condom and sliding it on.
“Over here?” She walked to the dressing table and bent over it, legs apart and her hands gripping the edges.
“Perfect.” He spread her legs a little further apart and pulled the thong to one side before entering her. She sank back against him, taking all of him in and heard him expel a long breath. Holding her hips, he withdrew before thrusting into her again, quickly building up a rhythm. His balls were slapping hard against her but it didn’t hurt. Resting her forehead on the dressing table, she closed her eyes and succumbed to the pleasure.
“Samantha?” She felt herself being raised to her feet. “Come and sit on the bed.”
“You were screaming.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Leading her to the bed, he sat her down and passed her the glass of water.
“Drink that while I get dressed.”
“All right.” She sipped at the water, watching as he retrieved his clothes and put them on. “Is that a tailored tux?” she asked as he left the bow tie loose and the top button of the white shirt undone.
“Yes. I treated myself. Like it?”
She nodded. “Mummy says that a man should always have one good tux and one good suit because you never know when you might need them.”
“Does she now?”
She felt herself redden. “She’s a bit old-fashioned.”
“No, I completely agree.” Going to the wardrobe, he lifted the dress down and removed the coat hanger. “Let me help you with this.”
She got up and put the glass on the dressing table. He held the dress open and she stepped into it, pulled it up and he raised the zip. Turning to face him, the telephone on one of the bedside lockers began to ring and she stared at it in dismay.
“It can’t be two hours already,” she said, as he answered it.
“Hello? Yes. Yes, I understand. Thank you.” He put the receiver down and sighed. “They need the room.”
“Now?” she asked, hoping she wouldn’t cry.
“Now. We’d better go.”
She nodded. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
He laughed kindly. “I should be thanking you.” He led her to the door then kissed her lips. “Goodbye, Samantha.”
“Goodbye, Simon,” she said as calmly as she could as he opened the door for her.
She went out into the corridor and the door closed after her. Blinking furiously, she went down to the ground floor in the main lift and hurried to the ladies toilets. Fixing her hair and makeup as best she could, she took a deep breath and went out into the foyer.
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