The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 05

Chapter Five

Bodacious Blonde PAMELA

Available 7/16-8/5

Height: 5’6″

Weight: 120 pounds

Blonde Hair

Brown Eyes

Measurements: 36d-24-36

Age: 30 (birthdate: Jan. 5, 1988)

Hello loves! My name is Pamela and I was born in Pennsylvania but raised by the surf in Miami, Florida. Currently located in Flagstone, Nevada, I’m working at Happy Ending Ranch as a luxury companion and taking grad school courses online in Psychology with the goal of one day becoming a Nurse Practitioner.

I’m a certified nut when it comes to yoga and daily exercise, and preach a healthy, vegan lifestyle. I love nature, vineyard tours, traveling the world, going to day spas, and being pampered. I have an affinity for bright, girly colors and all things that sparkle.

I am super sensual and way too comfortable in my own skin. Are you a little nervous? Don’t worry, my easygoing, chill personality will have you relaxed in no time flat.

I crave intimacy in all forms and love that this job provides me the chance to let you feel at ease being you. Got a freaky fetish? Want to try something you think may be a little weird to inquire about? I’m your girl! I embrace the “weird” and there probably isn’t anything I haven’t tried at least once. My goal is to make you comfortable enough to tell me your darkest desires so we can make your fantasy our reality. Rest assured, your secrets are safe with me, and I never judge.

I enjoy the sultry touch of a woman as well as the firm grasp of a gentleman. I am pansexual in my private life, often have giggly threesomes with my coworkers in our downtime and find intense joy entertaining a couple in my bedroom and helping them connect on a deeper level.

Every person is special and important, so things such as gender, weight/body type, age, and disability don’t in any way impact my willingness to book a party with you. Are you introverted or suffer from a physical disorder? Did you go through a horrible breakup and now find yourself struggling to reenter the dating scene? Or are you, for whatever reason, not satisfied at home and want to try something new and exciting?

Please, allow me the opportunity to provide you the experience of a lifetime. I love the eroticism of the human body. I am compassionate and understanding; I care about your time with me and want to make sure you leave Happy Ending Ranch with amazing memories and no regrets.

My specialty is counseling and deflowering adult virgins. With an open mind and heart, I tend to captivate and would consider it an honor to share such a momentous occasion with you. I know losing your virginity can be nerve-wracking, yet my happiness comes from your comfort and satisfaction. I love to be gentle and caress but can also be aggressive and take control if that’s your preference.

Overnights are fun too. I am a cuddle bug and promise to fall asleep with my head on your shoulder.

If you’d like to set up an appointment or just say hi, send me an e-mail via the link below. Or call our booking office at 775-555-0105 to schedule our all-inclusive date.

And know when you arrive, I’ll be ready and waiting for you in my bed.

XOXO

Love, Pamela

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Oh, sweet Jesus! I didn’t know pictures were online of you too. Bare-ass naked in his hotel room south of the Las Vegas Strip in Henderson, Charlie Winters frigged his dick with wild fury as he stared at the laptop monitor in front of him. Oh Pamela. Oh Pamela, I love you.

“You want to fuck me now, baby?” Pamela asked Charlie several hours ago after taking his cock so deep into her throat that he found himself on the brink of madness. She rode him reverse-cowgirl next, bouncing and facing away, giving him free rein to grope her ass as the slick, slapping sounds of sex mixed with his cries of helpless pleasure. Pamela’s neck craned in an arch and she squirmed at the way he held her hips with such firmness.

I wanna rescue you from your life as a prostitute, sweetheart, and take you back to Detroit with me. You’re so much better than this. You know that, right? Why the hell should Pamela belittle herself by having sex with every man who showed up at the ranch? None of those guys love you like I do. The thought of Pamela’s job and what she had to endure disgusted Charlie. They don’t care about you one bit. They just want to get their rocks off.

Me? I wanna marry you and give you the type of life and financial security you deserve. Charlie’s sensibilities had tumbled off the deep end after saying goodbye to Pamela this afternoon. You’ll no longer need to degrade yourself like this. I’m going to take care of you from this point forward.

But now, for starters, I have pictures of you! Oh, man. Charlie inclined his head and stared at his new obsession.

Pamela’s round, tight bottom bounced atop his thighs earlier as the velvet depths of her pussy flexed around his dick and ushered him to the edge of paradise. Breathless, Charlie gawked at the sight of his shaft in her pink orifice and experienced a pleasure greater than he ever imagined. He grasped her hair with his right hand and twisted it into a ponytail, keeping her body flexed so he could slam into her. This led to a shuddering climax, after which Pamela hopped off Charlie’s pelvis and stroked his cock with both hands until it was tapped out.

Fuuuuuck … I loved playing with those massive titties too. Charlie wanted to mash his face between Pamela’s bra busters and become forever lost in them. I wanna suck the milk out of them once I get her pregnant.

After a round of snuggling and small talk, Charlie again fucked Pamela with unquenchable ardor. Yet his body couldn’t keep up as he lacked the cardiovascular conditioning, the stamina, to continue thrusting. My back gave out on me. Pamela had Charlie lay still and rest as she knelt on the mattress and offered a slow, sensuous blowjob. Her mouth could be the solution to world peace.

Back in the present time, Charlie clicked on another photograph of Pamela from Happy Ending Ranch’s website and salivated.

Seventeen pics decorated her profile, eight of which were nudes. Time to raid the site and download anything with Pamela in it. He couldn’t decide which pictures were best suited to be the wallpaper and lock screen on his cell phone, but he had several options. I should have asked Pamela for a couple of selfies of us together when I had the chance. She wouldn’t have said no to me – not a chance.

Charlie was employed as a logistics analyst for an automobile company based in Michigan and was on the short list of candidates for the next major promotion. I’d give up my job for Pamela if she wanted me to. He was ready to drop everything and move to Nevada so the two of them could be together. Or Florida, I don’t care. Finding a new job wouldn’t be an issue, even if it meant less pay and starting over at the bottom.

Still stroking his dick, memories from hours ago again filled his mind.

Once he regained his energy, Charlie pressed Pamela against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped her ass, and clumsily fucked away. Wet and sticky, and her hair a catastrophe, Pamela was a remarkable sight.

Oh Pamela. Oh Pamela. Oh my God. Charlie was near his breaking point in the hotel as his favorite vision of all materialized: “Do you, Charles Elliot Winters, of your own free will, choose to marry Pamela on this day, to join with her as husband and wife for all the days of your life?”

“I do.”

Oh baby. Oh baby. Is that from your bedroom back home in Florida? He clicked on another photograph, this one of Pamela wearing white lingerie and posing on the bed. Oh, fuck me. I need to be with you again. I need your naked flesh against mine. I wanna hold and kiss and cherish you from now until the end of time. I wanna bend you over and feel your …

Grunting in ecstasy, Charlie came over his hand.

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The way Sammy saw it, few things on Earth were more pleasurable than a blowjob, moist and lustrous, being delivered by an honest-to-goodness professional. “Just keep sucking, Kayleigh. That’s it. Good girl. Just keep sucking, you little whore.” No bullshit strings or expectations came with it, no games, and best of all, no drama. Sammy didn’t have to worry about getting bitched at and denied his rightful pleasure if he forgot to take out the trash (again). He loved the submissive act of a beguiling young woman kneeling before him, stroking his dick from root to tip, and slicking her mouth over it as if her life depended on it.

All the while getting paid top dollar to do so. That was key. Sammy was more than happy to compensate a hard-working prostitute for her time and effort. White, Black, Latino, Asian, Filipina, Vietnamese and on down the list, Sammy didn’t discriminate. He never had. Nor did he regret a single dime spent partaking in his favorite hobby over the past thirty-nine years. Sammy’s compulsive, insatiable need for sex and the many avenues available in which to purchase it made him view women as “material.” Hooking up with a prostitute was a transaction between merchant and seller, nothing more.

We’re living in the age of instant coffee, instant food. This is instant sex.

I consider it sport fucking.

“Aww, there you go, sweetie. Oh yes, like that. That mouth … so nice and tight.”

When he arrived at the brothel earlier this evening, Sammy fancied spending time with Lindsay, and now this irresistible blend of cute and naughty was his. Had he been in the mood for an exotic import with beige skin and charcoal-black hair, Kenzie would’ve been eager to invite him into her bed. Or if he wanted to enjoy both ladies together, well, Colt or Jim could have arranged that too. Who says money can’t buy happiness? I could fuck any broad in this house I want. It was oversized value for the price.

Later, Sammy would walk out the door and return to his everyday life as a husband, father, grandfather, and business magnate. Physically, emotionally, he’d be free.

To him, sex was cheaper this way. With a wife and kids, you’re obligated to feed, clean, and clothe them. There are too many issues, so much to deal with. Arguments, medical bills, trips to visit family members I could give a flying fuck about. It’s just not worth it.