Just Another John
Copyright© 2025 by DonaldBelle
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A series of lurid diary entries follows Mark, a 24 year old man who decides to start visiting prostitutes. Just Another John is short-form fiction that mimmicks the "trip reports" style of writing found on escorting / sex worker websites.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Vignettes White Male Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Prostitution
Victoria lived in a first floor flat in a fancy new development just outside of the city centre. Well, I say it was a “new” development, it was probably coming up to a decade old by now, but it still retained that overall and general air of “newness” that seemed to inexplicably cling to the pale bricks of the buildings.
It was a purely residential area, with low-rise blocks of flats for city-centre types, separated by car parking spaces and green areas, with neatly trimmed grass and leafy trees. I parked my beaten car in the bay number that she had sent through via text, and then I killed the ignition. I was two minutes early - surprisingly efficient!
I felt exposed. I felt like every pair of eyes in every window was locked onto my car, my face, and my plate number. Surely, they would notice a new car coming and going into this slot several times a day and figure out what was going on? There was a metaphor there somewhere, but I was too anxious to let it unroll properly in my mind.
It was time to make my way up. Victoria had given me the passcode for the communial front door to her block (entitled “Hawthorn”). I locked my car and strode to the mahogany door as quick as I could, entering the passcode and feeling a sense of relief as the mechanical door latch released. I pushed it open and entered over the threshold.
It would have been incredibly lazy to take the lift up one floor, so I took the stairs two at a time. At the top, in room 104, a pair of bright blue eyes peered out of the darkness. The door was held open for me, as seemed to be the custom with these kinds of affairs, and in I went.
As the door clicked shut behind me, I turned to see my quarry. Victoria, in all her glory! She was mid-30s, an exciting venture for a guy in his mid-20s! She was all fake tan, fake tits, blonde hair and huge lips - not really “my type” in daily life but I felt like treating myself and Victoria definitely looked like a delicious treat for me to enjoy.
She was wearing a black corset, paired with black tights and black lace panties. The suspender straps that connected the corset to the tights hung loose; either because she planned to take it all off soon, or had only just put it all back on - perhaps both.
We exchanged pleasantries as I handed her a brown envelope. She was Romanian, and I asked about her day and all of that nonsense that none of you are here to read about. I had only booked half-hour with her, but I had come straight from work so I requested a shower.
“Of course, my darling,” she told me, “but be quick, I wait you.”
I watcher her bum as she sauntered up the corridor to what I could only assume would be the bedroom. I entered her bathroom, turned on the shower and stripped off all of my clothes. Quickly, I washed using some complimentary shower gel. I was hungry for her now and the warm water relaxed me further. By the time I was out of the shower and drying myself off, I was half mast.
I didn’t want to walk through her apartment totally naked, so I pulled my boxer shorts back on. Why I didn’t just wrap the fucking towel around me, I’ll never know. I left all of my stuff in a neat pile on the bathroom floor, and walked, warm and horny, to Victoria’s bedroom.
It was a sizeable room, with crimson wallpaper and a dark red carpet that almost matched the walls. Heavy curtains were pulled tight but sunlight still illuminated them and in turn the room in a soft glow. A large bed clad in purple silk sheets sat in the middle of the room, and Victoria was upon it, completely naked. I didn’t know why she had removed her stockings, those had looked incredible on her, but the sight before me was breathtaking enough that to nitpick felt almost ungrateful.
“Are you ready for me?” she purred, sliding off the bed in a motion so smooth and fluid and hot as lava that I almost melted in my pants there and then. She crawled across the floor on all fours and I felt like I’d fallen into a movie set or something - women never behaved like this around me! The things that money can buy, eh?
She got to her knees before me and without another word reached up with both hands to peel down my boxers. I stepped out of them and kicked them to one side, and she swallowed the entire semi-erect length of me in one gulp.
Good fucking God!
She throated my growing cock, at least until I was bolt stiff and she laid off the deepthroat action a little. I was not one to judge - I would want seven inches of solid meat lodged in my windpipe either. I felt a pang of regret for not using a condom, but when those fat, pink lips wrapped themselves around the head of my cock that fleeting thought quickly went out the window.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she whispered to me in between slurps on my knob.
I sighed.
“Fuck, Vicky, I want to fuck the shit out of your beautiful body,” I managed, feeling like an idiot. I was never good at talking dirty.