The Aussie School Teacher Living a Double Life: Part 2
I was a school teacher Melbourne before deciding to become a full-time escort. Today marks my sixth year in the profession and my mum whom I live with has no idea. I leave the apartment every morning just as I would while still a teacher but sometimes return late than before. I usually lied I was hanging out with some friends she has never seen me with before.
9 a.m. Informed mum I will be away for three days. The story goes, the school has chosen me for an international training. She trusts me and doesn’t ask questions. I feel bad about this sometimes since I have been lying to her. Lying to people who trust you is THE WORST. But telling the truth, in my case, is probably even worse than that.
9:30 a.m. Having breakfast at Brick Lane. There’s something truly magical about having breakfast and generally dining all alone. I love enjoying my own company once in a while. What’s even better – traveling solo!
10:30 a.m. Lovely news. A client just confirmed our date. I’m going to visit him in Sydney. He sent me the ticket and confirmed transfering the deposit. Normally, I would wait for the deposit to arrive before confirming. This time, however, there’s no time for that. I have to be at the airport in three hours to catch the 3:30 flight to Sydney. Let’s say that a $400 last minute round trip plane ticket means he’s serious enough.
12:30 p.m. I was thinking about getting the bus to Avalon Airport but I am not taking any chances so I called an Uber instead. It’s kind of pricy but It will more than pay-off once I arrive in Sydney.
3 p.m. Two hours (and $85) later, I’m finally boarding the flight to Sydney.
7 p.m. Flight was lovely, commuting from Sydney Airport to Sydney center was not. My Uber driver had huge difficulties finding me and then had even greater difficulties speaking English to me.
7:30 p.m. Checked in at the hotel and took a nice and long shower. Just the way I like it. Have about two hours before meeting with my client. I need to look, smell, and feel my best.
9:30 p.m. He messages me to say he’s on his way. Can’t wait. Because of all the traveling today I haven’t even masturbated yet which starts to show.
9:50 p.m. Client is here. He’s late 30s, shortish with strong arms and big belly. Very well mannered and experienced – he gives me the envelope with my compensation and after having a brief look at it, I give him an “all good, let’s fuck” kiss.
9:55 p.m. I’m on my knees sucking him. His dick is not particularly big but it’s relatively thick. If used properly, it will definitely do the job.
10 p.m. He wants reverse oral so we’re quickly moving into the 69 position. Not too impressed by his oral skills, he’s definitely trying hard to please me though. He asks me to slow down so that he doesn’t come prematurely. I oblige.
10:02 p.m. I’m on top of him, riding him. Again, he asks me to slow down. I tell him we have the whole night so we’ll have round 2 and round 3 and as many rounds as he wishes. Reluctantly, he agrees. I speed up and he cums hard. I continue humping him until he’s all drained.
10:15 p.m. We order room service and do some small talk. Usually, people first get to know others before performing oral on them. In my business, it’s the other way around. I do enjoy starting with the dessert, no complaints here.
10:20 p.m. Not sure how to break the weird silence. I decide to tell him about my short tenure as a teacher. He offers to eat me out while listening to me. Who am I to argue with that?
10:24 p.m. He’s definitely doing a much better job than when were 69ing. Having skipped morning masturbation and not being able to cum in round one , I was getting frustrated and he’s definitely working wonders to alleviate that.
10:27 p.m. Insane build-up, followed by a massive orgasm. I literally cried out of joy as I exploded on his face. He couldn’t handle the turn-on and jerked himself off.
10:35 p.m. Food arrived. Fabulous timing.
11:15 p.m. We finished eating and he decided to leave. He said he’ll come visit me tomorrow morning for a brunch. I love it when clients who booked me overnight decide to return home for the night. There’s this intimacy surrounding the idea of sleeping together and knowing each other for just two hours makes the whole experience quite uncomfortable.
11:40 p.m. Feeling insanely tired now. I amcraving sleep more than I was craving the orgasm. And that says a lot!