[WalterBlog]

I returned to the bed and lay there with very little on whilst I watched my escort go round the room collecting all her things together for the best part of the next hour . Then to my amazement the little prick tease asked for more money , saying that she needed a meal too. ( the flight and hotel already had them provided)

I just wanted this tart out of my life, so we walked via the cashpoint to the car. Standing very close behind me in her low cut red top she saw how much I had withdrawn. I thought this only fair that she saw what I had taken from the till as I could clearly see what was down her top too!). She keenly accepted half of the money that I now had.in my hand and we silently walked to the car and I threw her bag in the back and got in.
It was with absolute disbelief that I then turned and saw that she was still standing on the street corner and hadn't opened her door. She was refusing to get into the car. I lowered the window and asked what the problem was, to reply she had to bend forward in her loose red top, exposing the sexy open balcony bra she had on underneath . She was demanding more money for duty free now.

It was only mid afternoon and the sun was still high and people were walking about doing their shopping, however time was ticking on for the evening flight and there really wasn’t enough time to take her back to the room for a blow job. I knew she only wanted a few bars of chocolate so got out a small note and saw her smiling when she realised I had some money in my hand.

The flash of her bra (cleavage ahoy! but no nipples) inspired me so I got out of the car and round to the street corner where she was standing. I opened up the note and she held out her hand to take this, however I didn't want it dropped . I could have slipped the note into the back of her jeans and fondled her arse one last time, however I opted to bring my hand to the opening at the front of her top. I then push down and slipped my fingers into the gap between the cups of her bra. In the middle of the high street, in broad daylight, first one and then the other nipple I slowly rubbed with my fingers. Toying with her until they became hard I finally left her payment in the bra for her to pick out. Opening the car door, I firmly slapped her arse and told her to get in.

On the way to the airport she complained that all I did was talk about sex and she asked how many women I had slept with. I didn’t know the exact answer and was intrigued and inspired , so it is partially because of my tarty escort N20 that I write these blogs.

Perhaps she was not experienced enough to be a true hooker as a genuine “lady of the night” would have taken the generous offer of a week’s salary I had made her in the week. She could have taken this and allowed me full penetration her rather than kill the golden goose. All that said she was certainly of that persuasion and very happy to take a great deal from me only in exchange for “her time” as I pursued the glories of her delightfully tasty pussy and left my cum all over her silky smooth body.