“So ... why Ms CreamyTits?” Parker Matland-Forbes asked.

It was the name on her adultwerk profile. All of her profile pics had also been focused on her chest and cleavage. Which, to be fair, was a damn good selling point. It was the reason Parker had decided to book her after all. And the reason she was here now, in his bedroom.

He was surprised she hadn’t included pictures of her face on her profile as well. She had a gorgeous pixie-like face with big doe eyes. Her face was framed with a chic blonde bob that looked like a fashion throwback to more decadent times.

Okay, so Parker could think of lots of eminently sensible reasons why she might not want to place pictures of her face on an escort site...

Still, it was a pleasant surprise to book her and find the rest of her was just as gorgeous as her tits.

She didn’t answer his question, at least not directly. She smiled demurely at him and then lifted her top up over her head.

Ah, there was the cleavage Parker had seen in the profile pics. The deep soft cleft between her lush, full boobs had caught his gaze and kept dragging him back to her profile over all the others. It was even better when seen in the flesh. Her skin was smooth, very pale--almost milk-white pale--and completely flawless. She was wearing a scandalously red frilly bra that contrasted perfectly with the pale flesh beneath.

Strawberries and cream, Parker thought.

He nodded. “Ha, I see it. They look delicious. Good enough to eat.”

She gave him a shy smile and a sexy little twist as she shrugged off her dress. Her panties were as scandalously scarlet as her bra. She was petite and had a delicate figure, aside from her hips and chest, where she had the gorgeous, lush curves of a woman in her prime. Perfect womanly curves.

Parker looked at her and tried to think of a woman he’d seen with a better figure. He couldn’t. And that included the women he’d seen in magazines and on TV.

He’d totally hit the jackpot here. Who’d have thought the shy young woman who’d arrived by taxi just ten minutes ago would have such a killer body hidden beneath her plain grey overcoat. The girl didn’t even seem to realise how fine she looked. She looked shy and slightly embarrassed by her semi-nakedness.

“I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a glass of water?” she asked. Her eyes were big and misty blue.

“Of course,” Parker said. “Or I can do you a cup of tea? Coffee? Can of Coke? Glass of wine?”

“A glass of water would be fine,” she said, giving him a sweet smile.

Parker went down to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. Those two sentences were the only thing she’d said since confirming who she was when he’d answered the door. She seemed shy ... inexperienced. If it hadn’t been for the reviews she’d already picked up he’d have thought this was her first day--night--on the job.

Reviews could always be faked, he supposed. Not that it mattered. Inexperienced newcomer or experienced pro, in appearance she was everything he could have wanted.

He took the glass up to the bedroom and nearly spilled it at the sight of her standing, completely naked, by the corner of the bed.

She’d already looked amazing in scandalously scarlet lingerie. Her fully unclothed figure was something else.

Parker’s gaze pinballed between the neat, shaven folds of her pussy to the delicate little pink nubs of her nipples. She was amazing. Fucking gorgeous. She looked way too good for her sordid little profession. Though, he supposed it wasn’t her fault that the fashion industry only seemed interested in girls that looked like they’d been stretched out on a medieval rack.

“You look surprised,” she said. And this time there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, the first glimmers she was a little more experienced than her doe-eyed act. “Isn’t this what you’re paying for.”

It was. And Parker was internally celebrating his decision to book an appointment purely on a couple of enticing cleavage shots. He’d definitely done well picking out this particular ‘Ms CreamyTits’.

Parker passed her the glass of water and hurriedly set about removing his own clothes.

The girl put the glass down on the nearby chest of drawers without drinking. Parker suspected she wasn’t thirsty and asking for a glass of water had been her excuse to get him out of the room so she could fully undress without an audience. Maybe her doe-eyed shyness wasn’t completely an act.

Removing her last bits of clothing did seem to have increased her boldness. The naked woman in front of him seemed far more confident than the shy and reserved girl he’d answered the door to.

“You asked me, so now it’s my turn,” she said. “Why AProudMaleFeminist?”

Parker smiled. His username on the adultwerk website. She would have seen it in his contact details.

“Is it an irony thing?” she asked.

“No no,” Parker said. “I wanted to make a statement. Most of the men on there are sexist pigs. I wanted to let women know I wasn’t like them, that they didn’t have anything to fear if I booked them.”

The girl tilted her head and gaze him a quizzical look.

“So you’re a proud male feminist ... that books escorts and pays them to have sex with him.”

Parker flashed her a rakish smile. “I’m all about a woman’s right to choose. I’m no SWERF.”

The girl still looked nonplussed. “I’m sorry. I don’t follow a lot of the political stuff,” she said.

“It’s fine,” Parker said. “All you need to know is I fully support your right to do what you wish with your own body. Now get on your knees and suck my cock!”

Parker smiled at her sudden expression of shock.

“Just kidding,” he said.

The girl seemed less than convinced. “So what would you like me do with my body?”

She rubbed her hands over the firm curves of her lovely figure.

“Whatever you like doing.” Parker answered.

She looked nonplussed.

“I’m a feminist,” Parker said. “That means I support a woman’s choice to offer sexual services for money. But I also recognise the grossly skewed power dynamics at play here. My way of balancing it is to cede control to you in the bedroom. You can go on top if you like. I like it when the woman is on top. Feels right.”

Finally a laugh, a nervous one, from the girl.

“I can fuck you cowgirl style, if that’s what you’d like.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Parker said. He was down to his boxer shorts and socks. He sat down on the end of the bed and flopped back on the mattress.

“There’s something else I can do first,” the girl said. “If you want. It’s sort of a speciality of mine. The other men liked it. Liked it a lot.”

“Oh.” Parker sat back up. “Do tell me more.”

The girl climbed up on the mattress and went down on her knees behind Parker. She placed hands on his neck and shoulders and began to knead and squeeze. Given her skittishness, Parker expected her touch to be clumsy and unskilled. Instead it was light and practised.

Someone had taken actual massage classes, Parker thought.

Good classes, he amended.

Her touch was gentle and he felt a pleasant prickle akin to static wherever she touched him. Her hands slid lower and around him. They roamed all over his naked chest. She leant into him and pressed her boobs against his back. He felt their round pressure--like two soft sponge balls--and the little nubs of her nipples at the centre of the them. With her arms wrapped around him, she began to rub her breasts against him in slow circular movements.

That felt ... pretty damn nice.

Parker felt little prickles of static--pleasant little tingles--wherever her nipples brushed against him. The tingle spread up to his scalp. An ASMR, but triggered through touch rather than sounds.

“Men like my boobs,” she whispered in his ear.

That didn’t surprise Parker. Likely men so inarticulate the best they could manage while reviewing her was: “Nice knockers. I spunked ‘em. Spunked ‘em real good.”

“Men like it when I rub them all over their naked bodies.”

Parker didn’t really want to hear about other men and their naked bodies. Snappy words to that effect were already on the tip of his tongue before he had the presence of mind to bite down and swallow them. No. No. There would be time for that later.

“You know, that sounds rather pleasant,” he said, forcing a smile.

The girl moved back to give him room to scoot backwards until his whole body was lying on the mattress. She knelt next to him and motioned for him to turn over.

A sexy body-to-body massage? Why not. There wasn’t any rush. He could be patient and forestall his desires for a little while longer.

Parker turned over and lay on his front. The mattress creaked and he felt her weight, not that there was much of it, settle on his buttocks and lower back. That weight spread out as she lay on top of him, covering him like a human duvet. She blew lightly on the back of his neck.

“I still can’t get over you calling yourself AProudMaleFeminist,” she said.

“I know. It is a rarity for any good man to be on that swamp of bad attitudes and misogyny,” Parker said.

The girl shifted her body on top of him. She was surprisingly warm given the paleness of her skin. Her hands slid down his arms. She rubbed along his calves with the insides of her feet.

“And you are a good man?” she asked.

“Most of the time,” he replied. “Except for nights like this, where I like to get really really naughty.”

She started to rub her tits against Parker’s back in slow languid circles. That felt really pleasant, Parker thought. He didn’t know what it was about her breasts--the weight, the elasticity, the smoothness of her skin, the feel of her erect little nipples dragging over his skin--but they were intensely erotic in a way Parker had not experienced before.

“What drew you into this ... profession?” Parker asked. “Please don’t tell me you’re here against your will and there’s a big black pimp waiting in the car to slap you around if you don’t get the money.”

“No, I’m independent,” she said.

“Thought so,” Parker said. “The girls I’ve booked before have been bored housewives and students looking for quick cash to pay off their debts. So, what is it for you ... money or excitement?”

“It’s convenient,” she replied. “It’s an easy way to ... meet people.”

She slid up Parker’s back and pressed her big boobs against the back of his head. They felt like two big soft pillows.

“What about you?” she asked. “Why are you booking strange women off an escort website?”

“A man has needs,” Parker replied. “Even a proud male feminist.”

The girl slithered down his back. Her nipples traced a sensual, snaky path.

“And this way feels honest ... uncomplicated.” Parker continued. “No games. Both parties know what they’re here for--no-strings sex.”

The girl peeled down his boxer shorts as he spoke. As he said ‘sex’ her hand dipped between his legs and lightly fondled his balls. This was not a shy touch.

She pressed her ample chest down against his buttocks, squashing his erection up against the mattress. She traced mazy, sensual lines with her nipples all over his sensitive butt cheeks. She even pushed one warm globe of flesh between his cheeks and let his anus kiss a nipple.

“I’m surprised you’re paying for it,” the girl said. “I’d have thought a man of your decent feminist principles would have no shortage of lovely young women wanting to partner with him.”

“That’s not how it works,” Parker said.

Because humans are stupid and don’t know what’s good for them, he thought but didn’t say.

The girl stopped talking and focused on rubbing every inch of his flesh with her splendid tits. It was like nothing Parker had ever felt--slow, deliberate, intensely erotic. It was like his body was a canvas and she wanted to paint every square millimetre with her tits. Sometimes they felt like soft sponges. Other times it was a featherlight stroke of her nipples. The pleasant tingling sensation spread all over his skin. It was as if a powerful erotic charge was building within him.

Parker had expected to grow impatient with the urge to fuck her. Instead he wanted her to keep going, to let her luscious breasts explore and touch every nook, cranny and fold of flesh.

By the time she motioned for him to turn over, he didn’t think she’d missed a single spot. He was tingling pleasantly all over and his manhood was tumescent and eager.

It still wasn’t time for sex. She sat on his chest and smiled down at him. Then it was the turn of his face to feel her soft tits. She folded her body over him and pressed her bosom into his face. He felt the weight and softness of her tits against his cheeks. Her skin was so silky smooth. Parker twisted his face from side to side, relishing the feel of her tits bouncing against him.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

The girl slithered down his front so easily he wondered if she’d also found time to apply oil to her naked body during the time he’d gone down to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. As she slid down she tucked his erection between her boobs and slid over it. She wiggled her bosom and waggled Parker’s cock between her tits. She squashed it down with her chest and then slid down low enough for his erection to spring back up between the soft pillows of her breasts.

This was turning out better than he’d expected, Parker thought.

He thought about what was in the drawer under the bed.

And the best was still to come.

The girl positioned herself between his legs with her tits resting on his crotch. Perfect positioning for a titwank. Smiling at Parker, she tucked his erection into her ample cleavage and began to rub her boobs up and down. The stimulation was ... very pleasant.

Almost too pleasant.

“Not too much,” Parker said. “I want to save myself for the main event.”