One of my friends told me about how much money you could make doing a little escorting on the side. I never thought much about it. I didn’t really need the money at the time and had a boyfriend that looked after me. Once that all went to shit I needed to find a way to earn money fast. Hooking was the perfect opportunity and I jumped at the chance. Little did I know, but the company that my friend dealt with to get hooked up with clients was actually a high end organization. We never had to deal with sweaty drunks with stinky balls and erectile dysfunction. Basically anyone that required absolute discretion. These were the types of customers that couldn’t just go pick up a hooker on the corner for a quick blowjob. If they were caught, something like that could ruin their careers. So we were paid extra well to keep our mouths shut.
After about a month or so of working for them, I was called in the middle of the night and ordered to get cleaned up. A special request had been put in for me by a really important client. Our booking agent kept a file with our photos and info on hand, and they basically let the clients look through it like they were ordering from a Sears catalogue. I had never been hired on a special request in the middle of the night before, so it was all a little new to me. I got up and washed my pussy out really good and went down to meet my driver. As soon as I seen the Bentley limousine, I knew I must have been dealing with a super rich client. Who could it be at this hour of the night? I had no idea what to expect.
While I was in the limo a very large black man made me sign a non-disclosure agreement. I had never had to do this before. To be honest it was a little frightening. After about 40 minutes we finally reached our destination. A mansion up in the hills. It was hidden behind a huge security fence and a small forest. Whoever lived here wanted their privacy.
The black man brought me inside and led me to a bedroom. The bed was covered in real animal fur, and the entire ceiling was covered in mirrors. He left the room and suddenly someone entered the room from behind a wall of beads. I couldn’t believe who I was looking at. Obviously I signed a NDA so I’m not allowed to tell you who it is, but he is a multi-million album selling artist. I was in shock. He smiled at me and my knees started to give out, and I could feel the juices starting to flow in my pussy. Not only was I going to get to fuck my dream guy, I was also going to get paid for it.
“Take off your clothes” he said, as he pointed towards the bed. I did as I was told and sat down on the luxurious furs, my naked body glistening in the dim LED mood lighting in the room. The lights shone down upon his rock hard body and I could see the trademark Dragon tattoo upon his chest. He was so damn hot I could barely contain myself.
“I see you like the dragon” he whispered. He must have noticed me staring at it. I was still in such a state that I couldn’t even form a response. “How would you like me to unleash the dragon on you?” he said with an almost evil-looking smirk. I managed to whimper a pathetic “OK.” I couldn’t believe I was acting like a star struck teenage girl. I had sucked hundreds of cocks in my short career as an escort, and here I was acting like a complete amateur.
“Perfect” he said, as he dropped his underwear to the floor. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. His dragon tattoo on his chest went all the way down to his penis, and his penis was also tattooed to look like it was the dragon’s own cock, with scales and everything. It was probably the creepiest tattoo I had ever seen, especially considering how small his cock actually was. He was no bigger than four and a half inches, and literally as thin as a Sharpie.
Since I was a professional I tried not to laugh, and I did my job. Thankfully it was all over quick. I let him fuck me bareback with his dragon dick and let him spew his “fire” inside of me. But my fantasies about this rock star had been ruined. Now every time I hear one of his songs on the radio, all I can picture is his pathetic little dragon cock, and the way he roared like Godzilla when he blew his load.
Trust me when I say, sometimes it’s best not to meet your celebrity crushes in real life. That way you can keep your fantasies alive and not have them ruined by reality.
