Release Your Inner Vixen: Male Escorts for Hire - RP

He looks at her, "You're very passionate about your students but am I the only one who just heard him say that you could join him in a three way?" He watches her laugh a bit.

Casey looks at her,"You did note we are in your classroom...but you do have blinds and the school is almost empty. It's a thrill, come on..." She opens her out to reply but he stops it by kissing her.

She embraces him, he breaks off and does go shut the blinds. He goes back over to her and they kiss again, passionately. He takes her shirt out from being tucked into her skirt and hikes up her skirt, while she removes his own shirt.

He moves her to face the desk, pulling her panties down "Step out of them..." she does so, "Are you on anything...I am going to guess no?"

I'm quivering with need just like the last time he had me with my panties off. All I know is that there's cool air against that hot space and there's nothing either behind, on top of, or beneath me. That needs to change.

I grip the edges of my desk until my knuckles turn white and lean forward a little more until my stomach is pressed into the hard and unforgiving wood. This isn't how I pictured our first time to be, but I hardly care. I opted out of the first occasion. I'll make do with the second. And somehow, this position always gets me hotter faster. There's something so primal about turning your back to a man, opening yourself up to him, and letting him take full control.

It's something I have hardly any trouble doing for Casey right at this moment, either.

"I- I am," I stammer. "Irregular periods. You probably didn't need to know that, actually. I should have just said I am."

I hear him chuckle from behind me, and then the sound of his zipper sliding down. The ruffle of fabric tells me his pants are down, too. I prop my ass a little higher in the air and spread myself for him. Soon it's not him who's begging. It's me. "Casey, please," I groan, feeling myself clench for him before he can even have the chance to slide home. "You. Inside me. Now."

Casey smiles,"I am glad you do want it..." he moves his hand over her ass, rubbing it slightly, he takes his cock into his hand and at first moves it along the lips of her vagina, playing and teasing.

It feels like he almost goes in but doesn't, he moves his right hand to her opened shirt, kissing her neck as his right moves into her bra and fingers run over her nipples.

His left hand is still holding his cock and teasing her, feeling her moan and he enters her slowly. He feels her gasp. "Fuck..Elissa, you are so tight." He moves out again and in.

He goes slowly but can feel her tense, moving out and he stands her up. He moves stuff off her desk and to her chair, he literally gets on the desk, laying back and looks at her,"Get on top of me..."

He helps her and she easily gets on the desk, she lowers herself and he enters her.

I mewl a little, feeling the first few inches slide inside me. It's been so long, my walls are struggling to accommodate his girth. The pain hits me, a burning sensation from being stretched wide, and I still myself above his waist. I've still got a ways to go.

"You're so big," I whimper, my legs straining against my weight as I take him in. Another inch. The pain is subsiding and turning into a much more satisfying ache. Still, I take my time. His hands on my waist still me from going any further. And then his fingers part my folds, and his thumb finds my clit. I moan when he rubs against it. Already, I can feel my wetness spreading, preparing my center to take him completely. My body wants this just as much I do.

Casey keeps himself still for me, letting me take my time, and his eyes are full of wonder and reverence when I meet his gaze. His thumb never stops its movements, slowly and sweetly making circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves. That look on his face, that gentleness, that adoration and patience and lust for me, has me driving my hips down against his, slamming the rest of him inside me in one go. I cry out, forgetting just where we are, and rotate my hips against his. "Oh, God," I groan, stilling myself above him to catch a breath. "So deep. Feel me, Casey. Just like that. Feel how wet you make me."

He looks up at her, the moaning. As he moves with her, taking his thumb away but it's to grab on to her ass with both hands, holding her up a little bit, so that he can do faster and he does.

He has her yelling now, as he moves quicker and then stops, she moves down to his lips and kisses him, as she grinds her hips into him.

Our tongues mingle together in the heat of the kiss, and I can feel the pressure building deep inside of me with every deep, hard thrust. I'm more than ready to be fucked now. Not made love to. I want to be fucked.

I roll my hips against his one last time and then I lift myself until he falls free of me. His face fills with confusion for about a second before I'm standing at the edge of the desk and bending over it, my entire upper half hugging the desk, my legs as wide as I can get them. "Fuck me, Casey," I demand, and he doesn't disappoint. I wait all of two seconds before he's behind me, slamming deep into my depths.

He bangs into her hard and fast, holding her hair in his fist he moves. Quickly though, knowing she's close, he stops and has her face him, backing her to the desk so she can lay on it and grabs her thighs, hoisting them up and he enters her again.

He looks at her,"Now I can see you...when you cum." His hand moving to one of her breasts which has popped out over her bra, he keeps his hand their as he moves into her faster and harder again.

My body jolts backwards every time from the force of each punishing drive of his hips. I'm a whimpering mess of obscenities and demands when he hugs my legs against his chest and forces himself even deeper into me.

"Right there," I cry out, clamping down on his cock with all the strength my inner muscles contain. I fit him like a wet fist, and he groans out loud when I repeat the move. And then I hold him there, squeezing him for all he has.

"You like that, Casey?" I whisper heatedly, moaning when he retreats and slams back home inside the walls I'm keeping tight just for him. "You like how I squeeze your cock to make my pussy nice and tight for you?" I clamp down on him a little harder and arch my back to meet his next thrust. I'm filled to the hilt and so close to coming, I can't even bark out another dirty word before he drags me back across the desk, my ass hanging in the air, and spreads me wider, bending over the desk to end up half on top of me and half off. His hands find my arms and clasp them in his fists, holding them above my head and trapping them against the desk as his hips drive even harder and faster, still, fucking me as if the world is about to end. With the way he has me pinned, I can't move. And I wouldn't stop if I could.

He leans down and takes my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down softly when that last thrust sends me over into oblivion. I come around him, hard, my eyes boring deeply into his as I cry out and grind my hips against his. He does the same, staring down at me with eyes more intense than I've ever seen them, and I know what I'm going to do next.

I wiggle my wrist until he lets go of me and then push him back hard until he falls back into my chair. In seconds, I'm on my knees before him.

"I believe I have some unfinished business," I remind him, planting a series of light kisses along his inner thigh. "I told you what I want. Now, let's hear you say it. Tell me, Casey, what on earth you'd want me on my knees for."

Casey looks at her and eyes her, "I want to cum in your mouth..." holds her hair and pushes her lips over him and has her work him, she moves up and down.

He groans holding his head back, as she continues to take him all in.

"Yeah...you like that, do I suck it better than all the other girls?" She says, he looks down at her and barely really hearing her, "Yes...best I have had, oh fuck..so worth the wait."

She moves her lips back over,"Mmm..I'd say, I have wanted this dick so bad." She takes him in again and he watches her, amazed. He yells out and huge amount of cum shoots out and she swallows it all.

I stand back up with all the sexy confidence I have in me and wipe my mouth clean with the back of my hand. Casey gazes up at me, sated, with that smoky glow in his eyes that tells me I did a damn fine job. Now it's time to get dressed. We made it through not being caught, but my luck is known to run out when the going gets good and the last thing I want is to lose my job. Even if the sex was good enough to risk it in the first place.

I slip back into my panties and pull my skirt back up my legs. "That was a yummy appetizer, but I think we've both worked up a nice appetite," I say to Casey with a smirk. "Take me out."

Casey looks at her,as he does up his pants and what she's asking. "Am I paying you this time...?" He says, clearly joking.

I laugh. "My fees won't be as steep," I assure him. And then, stepping closer, I place both hands on his chest and run them down the material of his shirt. "But you can take me back tonight. It'll be your turn to be the client." I lean towards him and plant a kiss along the edge of his jaw, my nose nudging his earlobe. "Ask of me and you will receive, baby. You're not the only one who likes to be ordered around."

His breathing quickens. He can't exactly go again because we've just finished, but I know I've caught his attention. I straighten back up and throw my blouse back on, a grin a mile wide across my face. "I'm thinking, Make a Meal?" I suggest with a wink. "We can put those cooking skills to the test."

Casey asks what Make A Meal is but she doesn't answer him, he just agrees to whatever she wants to do and they get in her car, so she can drive to the right place. They do and walk in.

He looks around and you see a whole bunch of stations, people in aprons and cooking for themselves. He looks at her, "You rather slave over a hot stove...?"They are brought around and she puts an apron over him, they see the ingredients they have.

"Okay..this is kind of cool." He finally admits.

A woman steps up to us wearing a white apron, her hands folded behind her back. "Good evening," she greets us. "Welcome to Make A Meal. Is there a particular dish you're fancying? If not, we can give you the menu of our most popular dishes. We'll bring a chef over to your table and have them get started."

I think about it for all of two seconds before I speak. "Lasagna," I say with a grin. "We want lasagna."

Casey chuckles beside me. I bump my hip against his and poke him in the chest with the tip of my finger once the woman retreats. "It's time for you to learn how to cook for a lady, not just to make her come," I joke. "Also, that apron? Very hot."

Casey looks at her,"Look at you talking dirty, I think I created a monster..." She shoves him again and they start cooking, as a chef instructs them on what to do. They laugh and joke around.

"You have to put the sauce on like this...?"He says, through laughing.

I giggle as I glance up at a smiling, carefree Casey and dip my finger into the pot of sauce. "No, I think it would be much better like this," I smirk, running the finger along his cheek. Red tomato sauce streaks his skin like war paint. I laugh even harder at the sight.

He looks at her,"You know I thought of doing that to you and I reconsidered it. Thanks..."

The Chef at their table looks to be getting annoyed, Casey catches that. He looks at Elissa,"You're getting us in trouble...be good."

I give him a grin only he could understand, what with what went down between us no more than an hour ago. "I think it's a little late for that."

A throat clears behind us. Our chef is red in the face. I check his name tag. "I'm sorry, Ethan," I apologize, using my shameful look of contrition for all it's worth. "Please continue."

Casey wipes his cheek clean finally, looking to Elissa if he got it all. His reward is a kiss on the exact spot and they continue to work and finally they get their dinner in the oven.

They are instructed that it will be given to them, they can go take a seat. They do so,taking off the aprons. They sit, "I think he just wanted us out of his way...another comment from you and I think he was going to blow."

He looks at her, "This is definitely...not a date I usually have, which is a good thing."

All my giggling aside, I smile. I am having a good time. Hell, I'm having the best time I've had in a while. I can't remember a time when I've ever laughed so much and so hard. And all I had to do was say goodbye to my morals, to throw my qualms out the window and to let myself live.

I'm living in the fast lane now. It's dangerous and it's likely to get some part of me broken, but I'm too high on the excitement. I'm living. I'm taking what I want and I'm not making any apologies for it.

But I'm also falling for Casey.

Opting to stay on the safe side of the conversation, I nudge my knee against his. "I'm glad. I'd forgotten what real fun was like until you showed it to me."

Casey looks at her,"Me? You're the one whose being fun..." The food is brought out and they are given some garlic bread with it, some wine. They dig in and nods in approval,"Much better than learning from a youtube video that continually freezes."

I grin. "I must say your lasagna is exquisite, Mr. Taylor," I nod, taking another bite of our meal. "I'm very impressed."

Casey looks at her,"Of course it's impressive...." He eats some garlic bread, as he takes a sip of wine his cell phone rings. It's the worst sound to him right now, he just turns it off.

He suddenly is hit with reality and looks at her,"I really do enjoy being around you Elissa."

I caught how he put his phone away, but I don't react. I did that last time. It ended terribly for me. Maybe my conscience was satisfied, but I wasn't. I can tell he's not happy with the job he has, either. Not entirely. And he does like this. He does want to be with me. Maybe he can't say it in exactly those words, but I know he does. He just won't allow himself to say it.

"And I enjoy my time with you," I whisper, and before I can think of all the reasons I shouldn't, my hand is moving across the table. I rest it on top of his. I bite the edge of my lip, and then I go for it. I've already dug this grave. I might as well top it off with a rose. "A hell of a lot more than I should," I continue, "but I guess I just have to deal with that."

He looks at her, "You shouldn't have too, I just couldn't stay away. I...am used to what I do, never had any intention on this ever happening. I know it does but didn't think it would for me."