With a standing ovation

The john stares at her ass as she saunters in, "I'm David, lovely to meet you." He fixes them both a glass of red wine, and puts on some music, working to set the mood. Ivy moves in close to him, close enough to press her barely contained breasts against him as she gently moves her body to the music, just small movements, but enough to further entice him. She looks up at him, biting her lower lip and giving him a sly grin, taking one of his hands into hers and placing it on her hip. The two standing close together, not-quite-dancing to the music, Ivy looking up at him with half-closed eyes, letting her body lightly grind up against his, feeling his erection grow. But she had no intention of moving too quickly, unless he did, of course. For the moment, she was just letting him enjoy himself, allowing him to set the pace. He wasn't much of a talker, at least not at the moment. Something which suited Ivy just fine. She got the impression that his job was at least as boring as her day job was, and just needed to forget about the day.

David moved his lips down to hers, kissing her perhaps a bit nervously. Bella had made it clear that each of her girls decides her own rules about what she will and won't do, including about kissing. Ivy decided she'd let him. She let out a soft, pleasant little whimper into his mouth and placed a hand behind his head to encourage him to be as bold as he likes. She could tell that he needed to feel more in charge, more in control. He began backing up, moving them to a large chair and sitting down, motioning for her to sit in his lap. So she did, sitting across his lap, left leg crossed over the right to give him a rather generous view of her tattood thigh, in addition to the one of her boobs. He took his time, admiring the vision in his lap, lightly caressing her body. Ivy knew that as a client of Bella's he had paid a fee. Her girls would work only one client a night, and things would last as long as they last. They also paid upfront, so there would be no need to discuss money, which suited Ivy.

He moved in to kiss her neck as he caressed her body, so she tilted her head, giving him better access, letting out the occasional soft, pleasurable moans. She gently writhed in his lap, rubbing against his body. One of his hands began squeezing and caressing her breasts, so Ivy arched her back, pushing her chest out in response, which in turn had him reaching for the zipper of the corset. Apparently he wanted to move things a little more quickly. OK. As the corset fell away, exposing Ivy's breasts, he pulled his mouth away from her neck, to better admire the view, she looked at him, smiling softly, and adjusting her position so she was straddling him, facing him. Both of his hands gripping her ass, his face moving down to her tits, kissing and licking and sucking. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards his face, while pushing her ass out into his hands, moaning a little louder now, to further entice him, encourage him.

After a minute or two one of his hands moved around to the front, along the slit of Ivy's skirt, caressing her thigh, moving up slowly, higher and higher, until his hand was on her sex. He grunted approvingly, and finally spoke, his voice slightly muffled by her breasts, "No panties. Such a dirty girl, I love it!" Ivy giggled, a sweet, almost innocent sound, contrasted sharply by the way she began gyrating her hips, rubbing her bald pussy against his hand. After a few more minutes of him enjoying Ivy's body, he had her stand up, and told her to strip, so she slowly slipped out of her skirt, then was slightly surprised when he wanted her boots off too. She raised a foot in the air, and unzipped the boot and pulled it off, then repeated the process with the other leg. Next he motioned for her to turn around, so Ivy complied, "Nice ink" he remarked about the tattoo on her ass, "Glad you like it" she replied. Then she felt his lips on her ass, kissing it, licking it, his hands fondling it. She bent over, pushing her ass up and towards him and rested her hands on her thighs. Rocking her hips, letting out pleasant moans of pleasure and encouragement.

Next he stood up, and led her to the kitchen, once there, he grabbed Ivy's waist and picked her up, propping her up on the counter. She smiled, wrapping one leg around his waist, the other she raised up and draped over his shoulder. It wasn't long before his cock was inside of her, fucking her. She kept her eyes locked onto his, moaning and groaning, letting him know she was enjoying his cock. Her encouragement inspiring him, he gripped the leg draped over his shoulder at the calf, brought Ivy's foot to his mouth, and began sucking her toes. She responded by crying out louder squeezing her vaginal walls around his cock, pleased that he was enjoying her so thoroughly.

After about ten more minutes, he was no longer able to contain himself. Ivy, sensing his looming orgasm, slid off the counter and began sucking his cock, hard, hungrily, humming and growling on it. He gripped her head with both hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth. Within a minute, he exploded into her mouth. A sense of satisfaction washing over Ivy, pleased with herself at satisfying her customer so well. She kept sucking all through his orgasm, making sure she got every last drop. As his cock softened, she reluctantly released it from her mouth, and stood up, allowing him to lead her to the couch and sat down, her legs across his lap, and continued drinking their wine. She raised one leg up a bit, resting it in his crotch, gently stroking his manhood with her bare foot, as she watched her client recovering from the experience.