Sophie had two careers which she managed to run, very conveniently, side-by-side. During the day she was a model, working for top fashion magazines and advertising agencies, and often being requested to fly all over the world on shoots. In the evenings she was an escort. Being a professional model and a very, very sexy lady indeed, Sophie was able to request really quite high fees from her gentleman clients - which, in turn, meant that when she was taken on an incall or outcall date it tended to be a very classy affair.
She had never expected to either a model or an escort, having a very low estimation of her own attractiveness when she was a teenager. If truth be known, she had indeed been more than a little scrawny, spotty and gawky. But when she turned eighteen, it was as if the geeky teenager had almost overnight turned into a glamorous beauty queen. She had long, straight blonde hair, deep, dark blue eyes, light (but not pale) skin and cheekbones that were high, but not so high that they made her face look thin.
She was tall - nearly six foot - and had a reasonable 'c'-cup bust. This was something that model bookers often complained about, as the fashion industry demands skinniness at all times. However, Sophie was so exceptionally good-looking that she got away with being a little bit bustier than the average model.
Every now and then she got to combine the role of model and escort. She had one client in particular, John, who liked to book an outcall and spend the first hour in his private photographic studio taking erotic pictures of her followed by another hour fucking like bunnies in his apartment upstairs.
On this particular day, Sophie was on just such an assignment with John. She was standing in front on a white screen in his studio, stripped down to some very expensive lingerie and striking poses of various levels of cheesiness as her outcall client snapped away. Sophie loved being an escort because it took her into such a very wide variety of different situations. As the flash went, she pouted and pushed out her hips. She'd noticed, on this particular day, that John had also left a video camera running to record exactly what went on during the shoot. She hoped this meant he was going to film himself having sex with her.
It did, though he clearly wasn't planning to do it immediately. Instead, he encouraged her to slip her bra off, which she duly did. The sexy young blonde escort's pert breasts swung free, to be half-covered, enticingly, by the long strands of her hair. Instinctively she put her hand between her legs to gently touch and rub the growing wet patch that was forming on the outside of her silk knickers. John quickly increased the rate at which he was taking photos - clearly this view was one he liked very much indeed. Eager to please her outcall client, Sophie slipped her hand inside the thin silk, moving her fingers down over her pussy over the area where her pubic hair would have been had she not waxed it all off in preparation for the shoot. In a few moments her fingers had found her pussy and clit and she was masturbating, slowly and sensually.
This was the moment that John decided it was time to get involved. Positioning the video camera so that the young blonde London escort was clearly in the centre of the shot, he walked over to her. As she continued to masturbate, standing up, he gently pulled her knickers down around her ankles. Without taking her hand from her pussy, she nimbly stepped out of them.
A couple of seconds later John had his cock out, and he too was masturbating. The sight of the stiffened shaft, its pink end poking out from John's clasped fist as he pumped his shaft, made Sophie even wetter than she had been before. A thrill of pleasure surged through her and she began to dig deep into the wetness of her pussy. Although her clit was very sensitive, like many escort girls she enjoyed the sensation of having her pussy filled, and could easily orgasm simply from effective vaginal stimulation. And nobody knew better how to administer such stimulation than Sophie herself.
Both of them were still standing, pushing themselves closer and closer to the verge of orgasm. Sophie caught John's eye and realised that it was important from his point of view that they both come together. She began to moderate her masturbation, putting herself at his level and judging how far away he was from coming. Fortunately, being a respected callgirl from a major London escort agency she knew exactly how to time the moment when a client was going to cum. Sensing that he was getting nearer she began to work her own fingers harded in her pussy. She gasped and began to flush crimson on her chest.
Seeing this, John was clearly excited, and pumped his cock harder than before. he actually came a couple of moments before Sophie expected it, with a load groan. From the end of his cock a long arc of hot cum shot out and curved through the air, landing with a spatter all over her pert tits. This was the final straw for Sophie herself - digging her fingers in for the finale, she felt her pussy juice wash over them as she orgasmed, the sensation only enhanced by the feeling of John's hot cum running down the smooth, flushed skin of her chest and breasts.
And all of this had been captured on film - Sophie wondered if John would bring the camera upstairs to capture them fucking on his bed.
