POV instead of delivering pizza, a Russian blonde escort girl came to me by mistake | Stacey Angel

Sasha’s heart was pounding as she nervously rang the doorbell. This was her first time doing this, and she couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at her stomach. The door opened, revealing a muscular, tanned man with piercing blue eyes. He looked her up and down, taking in her short blonde hair, blue eyes, full red lips, and curvy figure hugged by a tight black dress. “Delivery for Mr. Johnson?” she asked in her accented English.
The man frowned. “There must be some mistake, I didn’t order a pizza. Or an escort, for that matter.” He crossed his arms.
Sasha’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I am so sorry, I thought…this is the address I was given.” She bit her lip, glancing down the empty hallway behind him.
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Well, you’re here now. Might as well come in and we can sort this out.” He stepped aside to let her enter.
As Sasha brushed past him into the apartment, she caught a whiff of his musky scent mixed with the lingering smell of sandalwood. The door clicked shut behind her. “I am Sasha,” she said, setting down her purse. “I work for an escort agency. The man on phone had a Russian accent and gave me this address.”
“I’m Alex,” he replied, leaning back against the closed door. “And since you’re here, why don’t you explain exactly what services you offer?”
Sasha swallowed, trying to maintain her composure. She met his heated gaze. “Well, Alex, our agency is very discreet. My profiles says I provide…companionship. masseuse services, if you like. Physical relief.”
Heat seemed to throb between them now. Alex pushed off the door and took a step towards her. “Is that so? I do have a client cancelled and I am feeling a bit…stressed. You wouldn’t happen to specialize in stress relief, would you, Sasha?”
She took a shaky breath and nodded. “Da. I am very good at helping to relieve tension. If you would like, I can start with a massage…” She trailed off, letting her invitation hang in the air.
Alex’s eyes darkened with desire, the bulge in his pants becoming more evident. “I think that’s exactly what the doctor ordered. Shall we go in the bedroom, Sasha?”
Her lips curved into a sultry smile. “Lead the way, Alex.”
He took her smaller hand in his larger one, electricity sparking between them. Alex led her down the hall into the dimly lit bedroom. Classic rock played softly from a clock radio. Sasha turned to face him, her suggestive gaze fixed on the prominent tent in his pants.
“Undress for me, Alex,” she murmured. “I want to see all of you.”
With a roguish grin, Alex began unbuttoning his shirt then shucked it off to reveal his toned torso. Sasha licked her lips at the sight of his sculpted chest and abs. Next, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, taking his boxers with them. His thick cock sprang free, rock hard and ready.
“Your turn, Sasha.” He sat on the edge of the bed, his full attention on her.
Slowly, teasingly, she unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet, revealing black lace lingerie barely containing her voluptuous curves. Stepping out of the dress, Sasha kicked off her heels before crawling onto the bed towards Alex. She straddled his lap, her pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest.
“Mmm, you feel so good, Alex,” she purred, undulating her hips against his straining erection.
“So do you,” he groaned, sliding a big hand up her hourglass figure to palm her heavy breasts. He tweaked a nipple through the lace and Sasha gasped.
Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she shimmied out of them, exposing her bare pussy. Alex hissed in pleasure, grip on her waist tightening. Sasha reached between them to grasp his swollen cock, positioning him at her slick entrance. Never breaking eye contact, she sank down onto him, taking him to the hilt with a long, low moan.
“Sasha,” Alex grunted, his voice strained. “You feel amazing.”
“Da, you fill me up so good.” She began riding him, finding a deep rhythm.
Leaning down, Alex captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her needy whimpers. His tongue delved past her parted lips to twine with hers as he thrust up in tight circles against her g-spot. Sasha’s head fell back in ecstasy. Alex latched his mouth onto the tender skin of her neck, sucking and nipping as his thick cock thrust steadily into her aching pussy.
“Ahh, yes!” she cried out. “Don’t stop, Alex!”
Hooking her legs around his waist, Alex rolled them over so Sasha was on her back, a grin playing about his lips. He hooked her knees over his elbows, opening her up even more. Sasha swore she could feel him in her stomach as he pounded into her. The bed creaked on its springs, the headboard hitting the wall as Alex fucked her hard and fast, her bare breasts bouncing with each snap of his hips.
“Touch yourself, Sasha,” he commanded breathlessly. “I want to see you cum on my cock.”
Arching into him, Sasha let a hand trail down her torso to rub furiously at her swollen clit. “Oohhh fuck!” Her inner muscles began to pulse and quake around him as her climax coiled tight in her core.
“That’s it, baby,” Alex encouraged, his rhythm faltering as he drew closer to his own release. “Cum for me, Sasha. Now!”
Sasha keened as her orgasm crashed over her in intense waves, her pussy rippling rhythmically along Alex’s thick shaft. With a roar, he buried himself balls deep and shuddered, releasing spurt after spurt of hot seed inside her.
They held each other tight as the aftershocks rolled through them, sweat cooling on their skin. Finally, Alex slipped out of her and flopped onto his back beside her with a satisfied groan. Sasha snuggled up to his side, running her hand through the damp hair on his chest.
“That was…interesting,” she murmured, a note of humor in her voice. “Not the way I expected to meet a potential client.”
“Me either,” he chuckled. “Remind me to give better directions next time.”
“Da. Next time,” Sasha agreed, nuzzling his neck and thinking that maybe this mistake pizza delivery hadn’t been so bad after all.