Originally Posted by Metalfang (Post 24252642)

These days, I rarely visit the local dome, as the offerings often feel overpriced, with quality that doesn’t quite justify the cost. Why spend $800–$1,400 when one can find model-like companions at Dome 3 for almost half the price—ladies who are not only more elegant but also articulate and engaging?

However, I recently decided to take a chance on Vicky, and I’m truly glad I did. Having come across her erotic writings, I was intrigued. As someone who enjoys a well-crafted narrative and exciting encounters, I felt it was only fitting to share my experience from my own perspective...

It was a slow Sunday evening at work, and the weight of stress had built up inside me. To vent my frustration, I decided to browse online, looking to arrange a meetup with an escort for the following day. As I scrolled through countless ads, one caught my eye: Vicky. Her profile was a breath of fresh air amidst the mindless cut-and-paste clichés. She seemed confident and unafraid to speak her mind. Of course, her toned body in the photos didn’t hurt either. Just the thought of groping and exploring every inch of her made my pulse quicken.

With a mix of excitement and nerves, I reached out to see if she had any availability on Monday. To my surprise, she agreed. From that moment on, I found it hard to concentrate on anything else, my mind racing with thoughts of our impending encounter.

Monday felt like an eternity. Before our agreed-upon time, a few hiccups arose. Vicky had forgotten about a housekeeping appointment, and we went back and forth to find a suitable time. Finally, we settled on one, and I could hardly contain my anticipation as I drove to her place. Butterflies danced in my stomach. This wasn’t my first experience, but something about this meeting felt different—perhaps I was just overthinking it.

When I arrived at her building, I parked and texted her that I was there. She instructed me to wait beneath her block, and I settled onto a bench, trying to appear calm while my heart raced. A short while later, I heard someone call out my fake name, "Adrain?" I turned to see her: Vicky, clad in a crop top and yoga pants that hugged her curves perfectly. I struggled to maintain my composure as I greeted her, utterly captivated by her presence.

As we walked to her apartment, my mind ran wild with fantasies. Once inside, we exchanged small talk, but I barely registered our conversation, too distracted by the allure of her body. I mentioned needing a shower, hoping I didn’t come off as too eager.

After my shower, I stepped out to find her waiting, a sultry smile on her lips. “Where would you like to do this?” she asked, catching me off guard. I hesitated, then sheepishly suggested the bedroom, though I secretly yearned to take her right there in the living room.

In her bedroom, our hands explored each other's bodies. I couldn’t resist running my fingers over her soft skin, groping her curves—her breasts, her waist, her thighs. The heat radiated between us, and the air was thick with desire. We locked lips, our tongues tangling together in a heated embrace, igniting every nerve ending. Suddenly, she was on top of me, trailing hot kisses down my body.

“I want you to treat me like a slut,” she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I want to be your fuckhole.”

That ignited a fire within me. When she reached my arousal, she paused, looking up at me with a wicked grin. “It’s so thick,” she said, and I could feel my heart race in response. Her mouth wrapped around me, warm and inviting, as she began to take me deeper. The sensation was electric, and I could feel every lick, every swirl of her tongue driving me wild. I gripped her hair, gently guiding her as I lost myself in the rhythm of her movements.

Unable to contain myself, I pulled her close for a deep kiss, wanting to thank her for her incredible work. I then shifted my focus, kissing down her body, savoring every inch as I made my way to her pussy. The taste was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring her folds, savoring the way she trembled under my touch.

Reaching for a condom, I prepared myself for the moment I had been craving. As I entered her, I could feel her warmth enveloping me, the tightness of her body wrapping around my shaft. Each thrust was met with her moans, urging me on as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies.

After a while, I flipped her over, driven by the desire to take her from behind. I thrust into her with fervor, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the room. I was consumed by the primal need to claim her, to use her body for my pleasure. My sweat mingled with hers, creating a slick sheen as I continued to push deeper. The sight of her curves, the way her body responded to my every move, drove me to the brink.

Suddenly, I glanced at the clock on her bedhead and realized I had been lost in this ecstasy for nearly an hour. Feeling a twinge of guilt as I noticed her disheveled hair and glistening skin, I paused, breathless. “I’m sorry, I think I’m too tired to continue,” I said, though the truth was, I could never tire of this.

We lay next to each other, the afterglow wrapping us in a warm embrace. But as much as I tried to suppress my desires, I couldn’t resist reaching for her again. She noticed my lingering arousal and began to pleasure me, using her hands and mouth to bring me to the edge. “You’re not getting off that easy,” she teased, igniting my need even further.

Just as I neared my release, I felt an unfamiliar sensation wash over me. To my horror, what came out was not the expected climax but a clear liquid. Both of us were taken aback. Mortified, I hurried to clean up, avoiding her gaze as I bid her goodbye, the image of our encounter etched in my mind.

As I drove home, I replayed every moment in vivid detail. I still couldn’t shake the feeling of what had happened, and a mixture of confusion and exhilaration lingered within me. Upon reaching home, I lay in bed, unable to forget the experience, contemplating the unexpected turn my desires had taken.

Vicky proved to be an exception to my usual reservations about the local dome. She was engaging, well-spoken, and undeniably alluring. Her passion for what she does was evident, making for an experience that was both exhilarating and memorable. For those who appreciate charm, intellect, and sensuality wrapped into one, she’s certainly worth considering.

Would I see her again? Absolutely.

Originally Posted by Metalfang (Post 24274609)

Perhaps I am a little too late to review my second encounter with Vicky, but I feel it is only fair to share my experience....

As I took a break to wrap up loose ends at work before heading overseas, my mind drifted back to my encounter with Vicky the day before. I had never engaged an escort back-to-back, but there was something about her that had me captivated; Compelling me to reach out.

Though she had mentioned her reluctance to do overnight bookings, the thought that she might not be available when I returned from my trip urged me to take a chance. I sent her a message, and to my delight, she agreed.

From the moment I arrived, we slipped seamlessly into our roles. I had brought my own cuffs, eager to enhance the experience. Teasing her for dressing too provocatively, I cuffed her wrists to her ankles, leaving her beautifully exposed and vulnerable. The sight of her tied up ignited something primal within me as I began to undress her, reveling in the control I wielded.

As I took charge, she begged for forgiveness, her pleas echoing in the room. Instead of softening my resolve, her desperate words only fueled my desire to dominate her further. I leaned into the moment, reminding her there would be no mercy—only punishment.

While I indulged in her body, she writhed against the restraints, each touch igniting a fire within her. I made her watch as I lavished attention on her breasts, tasting her pussy and driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Then, I plunged her favorite vibrating dildo inside her, exhilarated as I witnessed her first orgasm wash over her.

As she trembled in pleasure, I chided her for not asking for permission before she came. I continued to punish her with the vibrating dildo, forcing her to experience wave after wave of ecstasy, each climax intensifying her desperation. I savored every moment.

There she lay, still bound on the sofa after multiple orgasms, looking at me with a mix of helplessness and desire. When I unsheathed my throbbing cock, she begged to be released. I ignored her pleas, reaching for a condom. Once it was on, I declared in a firm voice that she wasn’t going anywhere tonight—that I intended to use her to my heart's content before finally entering her. Her face contorted with pleasure as I penetrated her, a blend of ecstasy and vulnerability reflecting in her eyes.

I lost track of time as I fucked her tight, wet pussy on the sofa. Unsatisfied, I undid her binds, took her hand, and pulled her into her bedroom. I sat on the edge of her bed and told her she had one chance to please me with her mouth. If she satisfied me, I would set her free. She obediently agreed and began to suck my cock with her warm, wet mouth.

But it was never my intention to let her go. Halfway through, as I approached my limit, I slyly told her she was doing a bad job. I stood her up from her knees and commanded her to turn around and satisfy me with her pussy. She pleaded for another chance, but I rebutted that she had her opportunity. Now, I wanted her pussy, reminding her she was just my fuck hole.

Obediently, she lowered her hips toward my shaft. But before she could guide it in slowly, I grabbed her slender waist and pulled her down forcefully, causing her to gasp. I commanded her to start working, and the sight of her perfectly shaped ass bouncing up and down my shaft, my hands groping her lovely breasts, drove me wild. I couldn't hold back any longer. I stood up and took control, thrusting into her in every way I desired, using her body to satisfy my lust.

Hours melted away as I claimed her, bound and completely at my mercy. The connection we shared deepened with every thrust. During missionary, I watched my thick cock dominate her tight, wet pussy, the sounds of our bodies colliding echoing in the room. I reminded her that she was my "Fuck Hole," and with each thrust, her submission drew us closer together.

As I reached my peak, the sensation of her warmth enveloping me was intoxicating. I couldn’t hold back, and I felt my release pulse through me, spilling into the condom as I savored the moment. I lost track of time, but it felt like hours of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Afterward, as we lay entwined, I couldn't help but notice her exhaustion. She had given herself completely to me, and I felt a mix of triumph and tenderness. I respected the strength it took for her to surrender so fully.

By the time I left, a sense of regret washed over me, knowing that she would likely be gone when I returned. Perhaps it was for the best; having sex with her could be too addictive...