[summerlove]

First of all, i?d like to mention just how much i worship voluptuous, full blooded, beautiful women. In fact, I would go as far as to say, I absolutely adore women. It?s because of this that i was led to the most erotic experience of my life. I travel a lot, and one summer found myself in Amsterdam. Knowing this was the place where fantasies become true and that it doesn?t count in the real world....so i got to thinking, i want to be fair to myself and don?t ever want to regret not exploring....

It was 8pm, and after returning from the hash cafe i hurriedly made my way back to my room with a determined thought in my mind....tonight was going to be the night, and once more, after deciding that i was even more turned on than previously just fantasising about it. I was feeling confident, horney, kinky and most of all very excited....my excitement was similar to how every teenager feels when he sees, smells touches and tastes his first pussy. But this was going to be very different...different in a forbidden way....in a way a human should not deny his desires.....after all Adam ate the forbidden fruit and had never tasted anything like it.
I called the hotel reception and asked for an escort agency, you see normally, i would not dare to ask for such a thing from the concierge but this was different, for tonight i was not shy Jake from the office, consertive and awkward from the out set...no....i was proud of myself and knew secretly that most heterosexual man would give their right arm for this experience but would never explore the depths of their desires...and this made me feel liberated and powerful.

?hello sir?
?...hi?
?How can i be of assistance?? the formal deep voice replied
?yes...id like you to connect me to a local escort agency please...top class, reptuable?
?um...yes ofcourse sir?
And one more thing.....id like it to specialise in beautiful, exotic woman.......
The voice softened, became somewhat friendlier...?
?Yes, infact i know of a very good one i can recommend.?
?Thanks....?

After this, I became increasingly aroused and felt familiar swelling in my pants...there?s no turning back now...and i wouldn?t want there to be...
I quickly did the deal? as it were and hung up.....anxiously awaiting my prise...
i got to work setting the room up romantically and carefully laying out the clothes i bought her earlier today on the bed and poured the champagne...you see i am what you might call ?old school? a gentleman and believe woman should be treated in the way they deserve....i would never arrive to a new girlfriends house or meet for a date without flowers and perfume. This situation was different, if i were to play out my fantasies then they have to be everything i want, and part of that is a beautifully dressed exotic woman, draped in fine threads that compliment and accentuate her beautiful figure. This is as much for me as her receiving new clothes as i like to watch, observe, marvel in wonder at the beauty that is the female form.

8.45pm...the door bell rings, i calmly walk to the door to greet her, being careful not to give her the wrong impression...i don?t want her for sex, i want to experience a beautiful evening that i?ll remember forever. The door opened and there she was.......like a beautiful, classy business woman....she stepped in the door and stood slightly bemused by the bathroom...i could tell she has never been greeted in such a manor, calm, friendly and romantic....i complimented her on her deep green eyes and long dark thick curly hair. I couldn?t believe the woman in my actual fantasise was here....she had everything any man wanted, if he admitted it to himself....rounded breasts, a tight waist, a small feminine bottom and something else......it actually made me smile, no it?s not what she has in her little lacy panties for me, but a cute rounded tummy......i was very pleased, you see it?s not something that i ever thought about before when i have dated woman but seeing her rounded swarthy tummy instantly made me think of a real woman, not some paid escort that starves herself in order to get more clients and to fit into an evil necessity of the modelling society....no, she was real, cute and feminine. I sat down, beckoning her to sit with me on the bed, i wanted her to hear what i had to say before i began my worship of her....i told her my thoughts and feelings about her figure and that i felt privileged to be in her company. She quickly became shy but loved the compliments. This is very important to me to make a woman in my company feel beautiful and confident, like the woman they always dream of in a perfect world, a world free from self doubt, diets and skinny models in the magazines....

She now felt at ease in my company and knew this was not going to be the normal client night....i felt the adrenalin rush thru my body, i couldn?t believe it, this was it....she stood in front of me, she must only have been 5?5, and against my 6?? athletic manly body she looked vulnerable, small, cute and needing a man to take care of her...tonight that was my job, i have never felt so manly before...but as she stood there, the tables turned, something i never could have imagined happened. All of a sudden, her petit frame seemed stronger, more confident, powerful.....in this instance i too morphed. I became smaller, vulnerable, submissive....and strangely very very aroused! Shit, i was entering new territory, no longer the manly protector but a willing, almost begging submissive sexual being....everything that was real became a distant forgotten memory, a reality that disappeared as quickly as my arousel started.
Now i want to take a minute to explain this bizarre change of events....i wanted a shemale to caress worship and protect in a manly way because my chivalry of course and thought all along that that is why i was there, to treat a shemale like a lady, for her enjoyment and mine...and that is how my daily fantasies played out. Always the man, always the protector, that is how a man initially explores and allows himself to enjoy a woman with a cock.....so as to remove any thought of homosexuality emotions.....but i now realise why i had to be with a shemale and not another woman.....i needed and need to be a submissive very horny slave to a shemale....this new ?character i was playing made the experience even more erotic beyond my wildest dreams...you see , to be a gentleman there are certain boundaries and limits, you can never fully let your desires take over, to unleash that dormant animalistic side in u because one must always respect the woman, she must make the first moves, show u how far she wants to go, but i have never let that happen before being constrained and confined in my own morals....no, this was it...this is what every man needs, desires and wants....at last now ii can really worship a goddess in a way i had never even dare to fantasise for fear of the unknown.....i want to explain to you now what that amazing experience did to me.....because for the next 10 hours i became a wanting sex slave.....

Hhhuuuuuuu.....there it was, my beautiful mistress, MY beautiful mistress........i begged for a glimpse of her erotic bulge under her mini skirt....i found myself desperately begging and bargaining with her that i would do anything she pleases.....not me, as i dropped to my knees to get a better glimpse ....in that moment i wanted and desired things that i never even had the inspiration to do before....i wanted to crawl for her, show her i wanted her....i wanted not only to look and take her cock into my hand and mouth, respectfully and gentley,.....no, not now, i wanted to devour her, to take her deep in my throat, to moan uncontrollably...to song her almost violently, almost wanting to suck her so hard that i was afraid that i wouldn?t be able to get enough of her.....i wanted her..i needed her, i wanted her in my mouth, in my hands in my ass even..i didn?t care, i wanted to drink her beautiful sweet juice...to drink her all the way in and obediently wait for the chance for more...i wanted her so badly that in all the haze she fed me her beautiful pink perfect exotic sexualness....i wanted her to be my mistress forever, i wanted to marry her and have it all the time....i allowed my self to think these things cause i knew deep down i wouldn?t want all that reality with her, but that is what made it better, i learned to let go and not think of reality...there was not room for that here. I felt liberated and just became the moment....i couldn?t help myself telling her things i have never thought of before....
Uuuhhhhh i want your cock so badly, i want you cock..i want to suck and suck and suck on it all day and i love this cock of yours.........