So I finally met my new sex worker, and my god, she was perfect.

So the lead up to it was fine. Long drive out of town for a meet up specifically for her, but she was worth it (overall theme repeated). I found the building fairly easily, I’ve actually driven by there numerous times. I had a slight bit of Déjà vu as the way I had to wait for her to buzz me in like my former sex worker did, but this girl lives in a pretty nice building. I took it to mean she’s doing well, and honestly I hope she is.
She sends me the code to get in and her apartment number. 3rd floor down a winding hallway that kept going. One thing I don’t ever want to do is meet up with someone who lives there in the hall. Thankfully I didn’t. Finally I reached her door knocked and she invited me in.
She answered in a robe, but the second I was in she dropped it and was wearing this fantastic lingerie piece that hugged every curve of her magnificent body. The first thing that hit me when she dropped the robe was how incredibly hot she was. Without a doubt the most attractive woman I have ever been naked next to. The most attractive woman who has ever touched me. The most attractive woman who has ever physically caused me to cum. She’s not the hottest woman on the planet, not even the hottest woman in the city she lives in, but compared to every other woman I have ever had a sexual interaction with? She’s not even in the same league. Maybe I have low standards. Maybe I’m just smitten, not in a love way, but in an oh my god this woman is so fucking hot and she’s touching me way.
The second thing I noticed was that she’d had some lip filler. Her lips were a little larger than natural, which I didn’t mind at all because it gave her a kind of bimbo quality, and that worked in her favor. She looked a little bimbo-like, sounded a little bimbo-like when she talked, but in a sweet way, not in a way that felt put-on or off-putting. She had nice tits, not huge but not small either, not that I mind small, and she had thick thighs and a great ass. She definitely was a bit short, I generally prefer tall women. Something about long legs always gets me. But she was perfectly proportionate, and there’s nothing I would complain about.
I wish she could have sat on my face. I don’t think we had time for that with all the massage stuff but oh well, maybe next time. Long straight blonde hair that was almost certainly a wig because it didn’t quite look natural, but still looked great.
She’s also about twenty years younger than me. She didn’t say it like that, she just mentioned her age and I did the math in my head, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t do something to my ego (even if it was because I paid her). Some part of me, lying there naked, was just stuck on the fact that someone twenty years younger than me was stroking my dick and making me cum.
Once inside it must be a fairly common thing among providers, she offered a body slide massage. I think there was a specific term for it that she used and I didn’t catch (googling after I wrote this I found it is called nuru massage), but it was the thing where she oils up her naked body and then slides up and down your back, then your front. It was nice, but honestly if it was on a menu I probably wouldn’t have picked it. I’d rather she sit on me, use her hands, be pressed against me instead of sliding back and forth like I was a slip and slide. But I wasn’t about to complain. She could have basically done whatever she wanted and I would have been happy with it.
She made small talk while she worked, that hairdresser kind of small talk where they just ask casual questions about your life. I responded the way I usually do with short, a little nervous, not really expanding. Although I think I actually talked more than I usually do. I never know what to say in those moments. I really never know what to say when I’m naked and the person asking is also naked.
After a while she shifted around and ended up laying opposite of me, rubbing down around my feet. I took the chance to grab her foot, squeeze it, rub it, kiss it, press it against my face. I’m pretty sure I sucked on her toes a little but for some reason that part is fuzzy. She just kept caressing me, slowly, gently, which is what I’d asked for. I’d told her I wanted to be touched softly, to feel taken care of, that she could use humiliation and teasing but in a sweet way if that makes sense. I wanted her to tell me how small my dick was and how cute it was. I wanted her to tell me I wasn’t allowed to fuck her, not allowed to come inside her. And she did all of that.
So yeah. I didn’t fuck her. My dick went nowhere near her pussy, her ass, or her mouth. I paid an attractive woman a substantial amount of money to specifically not fuck me. And honestly? The handjob, the teasing, the everything else, it was well worth it. She was so attractive she could have charged me twice what she did. And she was so good at being exactly what I wanted that she could have probably charged double that.
She rubbed me, stroked me, told me I wasn’t allowed to fuck her, and at one point she asked, completely on her own, do you want to cum for goddess? The word goddess was something she chose herself. It must be something a lot of her clients like. I’m pretty neutral on it, honestly, because what I actually wanted, what was hovering right on the tip of my tongue the entire time, was to ask her if she’d refer to herself as mommy instead.
I wanted her to say things like that. I wanted her to talk in the third person.
Do you want to cum for mommy? Mommy wants you to cum. Cum for mommy. Mommy wants your little peepee to cum. Make that little peepee stand up and squirt for mommy. Mommy loves it when you make cummies. Make cummies for mommy.
Over and over. Just that. I almost asked her so many times. I almost said would you mind if you referred to yourself as mommy instead of goddess. But something stopped me every time. It just felt awkward and weird, because it is awkward and weird. Not only is someone twenty years older than her asking her to call herself mommy, but the mommy thing in general is a strange fetish to bring up out of nowhere. Even though it would have fit right in with everything else I’d asked her for, the soft Dom stuff, the sweet talking, the kindness, the cuddling and caressing. I wanted to feel taken care of. I wanted her to make me feel special, to make it feel like she was there to take care of me, that the whole point was for me to feel good. And she did all of that. She did it perfectly. I couldn’t have asked for more, especially going in knowing there was a 90% chance I wouldn’t be fucking her.
There is a small part of me wondering if maybe that’s her thing, that she doesn’t fuck clients on the first appointment, maybe not the second or third either, and only spreads her legs once you’ve become a regular. Just this once, you can put your little penis in me, mommy won’t mind. And then she lets me slide it in and she rides me and I get to look up at her amazing tits and her pretty face, and she kisses me, and I touch her whole perfect body while she fucks me and refers to herself as mommy the entire time. Mommy likes it when you fuck her like that. Mommy loves when you suck on her nipples. Do you want to nurse on mommy’s breasts? I want you to nurse on mommy’s titties. And then when I cum she tells me mommy thinks I did a good job. And then the next time, no sex. Mommy is just going to play with your little peepee today. And the time after that, no sex, mommy might not even let you cum today. And then the next time. And the next time.
Every single time after that, denied. I got to do it once and now I’m paying her just to keep me from cumming. That would make her perfect.

I’ve already asked to see her again. Almost a month after my first visit. I never saw my previous provider two months in a row. Partly financial, partly that I didn’t realize how badly I needed it and felt fine for a while after seeing her. But with this one? I almost asked to see her again in her doorway, sitting in my car right after, before I’d even driven away. I wanted to tell her to her face how amazingly beautiful she was. I couldn’t make myself do it, so I texted it to her from the car instead, which feels even more pathetic in hindsight.
About a week later I reached out about a second appointment. So actually it’s going to end up being about a month and a half between visits, which is roughly the same gap I had with my previous provider, I saw her last February and then again last April, though I’d originally tried to schedule last March and had to cancel due to a cough. So I guess the I need to see her feeling is similar with both of them. But I digress.
It’s getting closer, my next appointment with her. I’ll be going well out of my way for it, so it’s the cost of her services plus gas plus time. She’s worth all of it and more. I’m going to have to figure out how to fit her in as a regular expense.