I got wet writing this

I saw three clients last week. All were outstanding.
The first was a regular. He liked anal and lots of it. I like anal and lots of it. I visited him at his hotel room; this was the client from earlier who I was annoyed at for not meeting me somewhere more public. It was all very nice, generally.. except he did a few things that made me cock my head to the side and scrunch up my eyebrows.
I was naked except for a black corset that pushed up my boobs. I'd purchased it the day before at Victoria's Secret. I got measured and found that I'd moved from a 34B to a 36D! I mean, I am about 10 pounds heavier than I was a year ago, but it was such a dramatic change in my breast size! I can't figure out what happened. My 34B's still fit me fine, but then, so do the 36D's I bought. Weird.
We were kissing and touching, then I moved to my back as he moved on top of me. I sensed his penis was near, so I covered up my clit with one hand as I pushed his penis away with the other and started rubbing it. I asked, "Should I get a condom?" He said yes, but then continued to push towards the vagina. I pushed him off me and went to find a condom.
Later, he asked if I would allow him to cum in my mouth. I told him it was fine as long as I could spit it out and he didn't mind me rinsing my mouth thoroughly, that as long as that didn't turn him off, it was fine.
He asked me what kind of porn I liked to watch and I told him I enjoyed group scenes. He asked me if I'd ever had group sex, I truthfully answered "no" and said that not having had group sex might be the reason I watch so much group sex. He asked if I objected to him bringing someone else, and I said no as long as he understood the rate was increased. All this was happening while we were having anal sex. It was kind of strange.
At the end of the date, he told me that he asks questions like that as kind of a "test" to see how far a girl would go, as sort of a barometer for the type of girl she is. I found that kind of off-putting.
He also wanted a discount. I told him no.

The second was a new client who'd emailed me and mentioned that he had references from two other women in town. I see clients whether or not they have references, but I liked that he had seen other girls. We met at a restaurant by the interstate called "Freedom." The restaurant had an empty parking lot and a weathered sign; I would have missed it had I not been looking for it, and in fact, I did miss it. I had to stop at a store near where it was supposed to be to ask directions. We went inside the restaurant to talk and as soon as we sat down, an old woman came in and sat down in the booth right behind us. The entire restaurant was empty and she had to sit down near us.
So I ordered a soup, he ordered ice cream, and as soon as we placed the order, another woman came in. The waitress knew her by name and the woman went to sit in the smoking section. My client looked visibly uncomfortable and whispered to me that the woman who just came in was his ex-wife's mother. Of all places he has to choose from, he picks a restaurant his ex-mother-in-law is a regular at!
Other than that, the date was FANTASTIC. We fucked in his office where he is self-employed as a therapist. He had a hard, tan body, he kissed like a movie star, and he made me cum twice! I felt almost fat compared to this guy. He had a hard, ripped, muscular body that I would have happily licked all day long.

The last was another great date with a guy from out of town. I found him very interesting because he got a Ph.D. in the field I am currently majoring in and was in town to do some work for the University's Computer Engineering department.
It was pouring down rain. I took a taxi out to the hotel where he got inside and we went to a local sports bar to have a drink and talk. I liked that we shared similar interests, but I didn't like that the bar was populated by college students and the guy I was with was balding and had a ponytail. The ponytail didn't exactly turn me on. We only stayed for one drink since he'd told the taxi to wait for us.
At the hotel, I stripped down to that same black corset I wore on the first date mentioned above, coupled with a pair of black fishnet thigh highs. I straddled his lap, curled my arms around his back, and began to kiss him. He pulled away and started dirty talking, "What turns you on? What makes you realllly wet? Tell me what you really like! I bet you're a dirty girl! What dirty things turn you on?"
And to this I didn't really have an answer. I don't really have any fetishes and I don't really have an opinion on kinks. I pretty much like straightforward vanilla fucking, except for the whole hooker fantasy, which was already being fulfilled.
I don't really do a lot of dirty talk, either, but he loved the dirty talk. He did nothing but talk dirty to me, which was fine, but I felt obligated to say things like "oh yeah I love the way your cock feels in my pussy, fuck me hard, oh yeah!" which I feel are more of a distraction than anything. I like concentrating on the sensations.
At any rate, I came only once, despite the wonderful feel of his cock in my pussy (oh yeah!) and we spent the remaining time with him laying down and me tracing the curves of his body lightly with my fingernails.
I traced up his belly button, past his nipple, over to his armpit, and down his side in the way that makes me shiver. I traced from his asshole, up the taint, up the ridge of his cock, over to that place in the hipbone that makes me sigh.
Men always tell me I'm very good at sucking cock, and regardless of whether or not that is a line to make me happy, like how I always tell men how their cock is large, I don't see how it can be all that hard. I just imagine someone is sucking my clit and feel how I would want them to lick my clit and it turns me on to suck a man's cock the way I would want to be sucked, licking up and down that line on the shaft, swirling around that delicious-feeling head, lots of saliva, big broad tongue, moaning through the motion, and a slow pumping action that flows with the feel of our blood pulsing through our bodies which steadily grows faster as we both get excited.

I love sex. I'm a horndog. I love that my job gives me so much pleasure.