I’d only managed to get my pants on, after the shower, when she knocked at the door. I opened it, and saw Evelyn standing there, looking more beautiful than I could’ve imagined, when I called the Swedish escort service that my friend had given me the number to.

"Hello Darling!" She said, smiling. I let her in, and closed the door, behind her, before looking her over. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was wearing a short, baby blue skirt, and a white spaghetti-strap blouse, with no bra. She was a bit older then I expected but she was absolutely exquisite. Before I could say a word, she held out her hand and smiled.

I handed her the 97 krona, and smiled. She grinned and put the money in her purse, as I poured her a glass of wine. We both took a seat on the couch and sipped at the wine with a knowing look in each other’s eye, as we grinned and waited for a reaction from one another. I couldn’t believe how young the looked, even now. Without saying another word, she grinned at me wildly and slid her hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt up enough to reveal to me the slightest peek at her tight white panties. The shadow of her skirt was just faint enough that I could see her crotch without strain. As we continued to sit, in what had very shortly ago been a moment of awkwardness, I found myself more and more aroused. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her cotton-covered pussy, watching as every slight move she made shifted the fabric, forcing it to conform to her sweet pussy lips.

My attention was so focused that I’d never even noticed that she had figured out where I was staring, and with a wicked grin, was slowly opening her legs to give me a better sight.

"You like?" Her voice snapped me back to attention. I looked around, trying to figure out what she was trying to get my opinion on. That’s when her hand reached between her legs, pulling the skirt further up, until only the full view of her solid-white panties remained.

That was when I fully realized just how great of an idea it had been to pay for a prostitute while on this business trip to Sweden.

She sat the glass of wine on the table, and got on her knees, on the couch. That was when I knew everything was about to begin. My hands went immediately to her thighs, touching and caressing every inch of her soft skin. With amazing grace, she bent over the couch and gave my a smile only an angel could give. She tugged a little more at her skirt, and revealed her beautifully shaped buttocks, separated only by the thin line of fabric that was her panties.

I leaned forward and continued touching her, sliding my fingers up the back of her thighs and across the baby-soft skin off her ass. My God, she was beautiful as she peeked over her shoulder, biting her lip and smiling at me.

Without an ounce of warning, she moved away from my touch and turned her entire body to face me. "Sit." She more commanded than asked, but who was I to argue?

I did as I was told, and she leaned forward, pressing her wet tongue to my exposed chest, reminding me that I hadn’t put a shirt on, after the shower. I was in heaven, as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, feeling her thin tongue flutter down my chest and stomach. She knew where she was going, and so did I.

"No." I said, pushing her back enough to kiss her forehead, softly. "I’ve never gotten anything, before I’ve given something."

With that said, I stood and dropped my pants. She smiled and leaned backward, as I slowly pushed forward, pulling the crotch of her panties to the side. She gasped in a powerful shock of immediate pleasure, as my tongue made contact with her exposed clit. She knew what I had planned to do, but obviously wasn’t as prepared for it as she thought she was. My lips massaged her shaven cuntlips, as my tongue flicked and probed into her now-watering slit.

"Oh, yes!" She squealed, as I slowly began to tongue-fuck her pretty little hole. She pulled her blouse over her head, and threw it down, showing me her pert tits. I drew my head back from her wet sex long enough to take in the scenery, and pull her skirt off, then went back to my duty, between her legs.

"You do that so well!" She told me, running her fingers through my hair as I began to pick up the pace. I was now nibbling and sucking on her swollen clit, turning her soft moans into screams of pleasure. Then, she pushed me back. "Your dick. I want it, now."

She pushed me off of the couch and laid down on her back, with her head towards me. As I stood there, she grinned up at me, and grabbed my now-throbbing member and shoved it in her mouth, whole. She used her free hand to pull her panties down and off of her long, beautiful legs, and I quickly put my head back into her lap, sixty-nining with her.

Her hips bucked and weaved under me, thrusting her pussy into my face with renewed passion, while slamming my cock into her mouth and down her tight throat. Suddenly, she shuddered uncontrollably, and moaned wildly, telling me that she had just achieved one hell of an orgasm. With that, I felt her pull my cock from her mouth.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now, please!" She pleaded. For a prostitute, she was amazingly eager, by American standards.

I rose from her, and she flipped over and pulled her knees under, until she was bending across the length of the couch. Without any hesitation, and got on my knees behind her, and sought out her dripping cunt. I pushed the head of my cock against her small opening, and she gasped in excitement. I never wouldn’t believed how tight she was! I tried to be gentle, working my way into her, but she forced her weight back on me, forcing me to go all the way in, in one hard thrust. I couldn’t believe it! It was almost as if the further I went in, the tighter she got!

Before I knew it, I was slamming into her with a shocking fury, even to me. I remember being amazed that ten dollars of American money could get me so much with a beautiful prostitute, in Sweden. I pounded deep into her sweet hole for as long as I could, before I was forced to take a break. If I had continued any longer, I knew that I would’ve shot my load deep inside this gorgeous young woman, before I wanted to. With the occasional five-minute break, we fucked for the next four hours. I’d piston my aching cock deep into her, until either she came, or I was on the verge of cumming, then we’d stop momentarily, assume a new position, and begin again.

We fucked like animals, in so many positions that I lost count. She screamed and squealed passionately, causing me more than once to almost lose control, inside her. We’d take turns switching places, fucking each other for everything we were worth, and I found myself amazed at how much she sincerely enjoyed her job. When she was on top, she rode me with incredible force and rhythm, gyrating her body around on my swollen tool, then lifting up and slamming back down on it until her eyes bulged. By now, she had begun obviously having multiple orgasms, screaming so loud, I just knew that I was going to be thrown out of my hotel room.

My cock ached worse than it had in my entire life. I knew that if I didn’t cum soon, I was definitely going to suffer the consequences. That was when I took control, once again, and put her on her back, without even pulling out of her.

I slammed into her, putting my entire weight and momentum into the action. This was it. I was going to blast my load into this beautiful Swedish princess, if it was the last thing I did. Her mouth hung open, screaming in a pitch so high, I’m sure only dogs could’ve heard it. Her eyes widened, as I continued plowing into her. She gasped for air, as I pushed in one more time.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, YES!" She wailed, as I exploded in her like I never had before. I literally came so hard that I was dizzy, as I poured what seemed like gallons into her tight, luscious little body. She wailed once more, sustaining one more huge orgasm of her own, before I collapsed on top of her.

"Here." She said, smiling as she laid the 97 krona on the table, as she re-positioned her skirt, finishing getting dressed. "I don’t need this."

I was confused.

"But you earned it. In all honesty, I should be paying you more." I told her.

"No you shouldn’t, I’m not a prostitute." She grinned. "I’m staying three rooms down from you; You accidentally dialed my room when you were trying to reach that escort service."

I was in shock. So much, that I was completely incapable of speech. What should I say, in this situation? What could I say? Before I could even gather a single thought, she walked up and kissed me, softly on the lips.

"The sun will be up soon, and I need to get back to my room. My boyfriend is asleep in bed, and if he wakes up, he’ll wonder where I’ve run off to. Just remember to dial nine, next time, to get an outside line." She said, before giggling.

Her hand lifted to her lips, and she blew me a kiss before walking out the door and leaving me in utter disbelief. I would’ve never guessed. Needless to say, to this day, I still find myself thinking fondly of Yana. Wherever she is now, and whoever she’s fucking, the woman is miraculously gifted.

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