My long time readers have seen me mention my “morning client” on occasion, and my Twitter followers see me make frequent references to him in the early morning hours (Pacific Time) several times a month as I leave my apartment enroute to his office just a couple of miles from me. If you’re not familiar with Rick, I explained the background on him and the arrangement we have a few months ago. He’s one of my favorite clients, and is responsible for a good chunk of my income each month.
This morning, like most when I get up early to go see him, I tweeted that I was headed out.
I drove the few minutes to his office to be there around 6AM as he has requested. My typical session with him involves me walking in, him telling me what he wants this day, us doing it, and then me leaving. It normally takes between 30 and 45 minutes, and I have to be gone no later than a few minutes before 7, since that’s about the time his executive assistant shows up for work (she rides the bus to work, so her arrival time is fairly predictable).
Today when I walked in, he asked me if I had heard of Twitter of all things. I just laughed. I explained that, not only was a I real whore, I was a tweetwhore, and had been using it voraciously for several month now. He wanted to know what he’d get out of it, if anything. It seems as if he’d read some article in one of his papers or magazines about it before I got to the office, and was wondering if it would be of any use to him to create an account and tweet.
I explained how I use it and how I’ve seen other people and businesses use it, and that he’d have to decide if it was something he thought his company ought to be using. He asked me how I use it, and I told him that I used it to network with other sex workers/activists, used it to keep up with what was going on in the world, and used it to espouse my unique brand of sexuality across the globe. 
He got tickled at that and wanted to talk some more about it, but I reminded him that if he wanted me out of his office by 7AM, we’d better get busy; it was already a quarter after 6.
Today, Rick wanted the full round: oral, vaginal, and anal. It’d have to be quick. I always wear just a top and a pair of pants to these appointments – no underwear is necessary since it’d just get in the way. That comes in handy for sessions like this.
I stripped out of my clothes and went to his couch with him in tow. I knelt down and began mouth fucking him to get him hard. When he was ready, he pulled my head off of him and dragged me by my hair around to the back of his couch, where he pushed me over and spread my legs apart. He put a condom on, penetrated my cunt, and began fucking me.
“Have you ever used Twitter during sex?”
“No, I’m usually too busy (laughing). I did tweet the prelude and aftermath of an appointment with a client a few months ago, though.”
“Really? So if you ‘tweet’ – is that the word for it?
“Yep.” His thrusts have slowed down a bit, and I can tell he’s thinking.
“If you tweet what we’re doing, everyone around the world could see it?”
“Everyone who is following me or searching for the specific words I use would see it, yes.”
“Why don’t you tweet that I’m fucking you right now, then?”
I turned around to look at him, laughing. “Are you being serious? I know my followers would eat that up.”
“Yeah. That’d be neat.”
“Get my BlackBerry for me, then.”
He pulled out and walked over the his desk where I’d laid my purse and retrieved the phone and brought it to me. I still get tickled when I see a man with a raging erection walking across the room with a condom on.
“Let me type something out real quick.” I typed out the tweet and showed it to him. He laughed out loud. I hit the ENTER button.
The sad thing about Twitterberry is that you can’t see what your followers are saying without going through a couple of machinations to get there, and I wasn’t in a position to do that – I was too focused on his renewed thrusting. I was sure it was going to attract some attention, though.
“So the world knows I have a hooker up here and that I’m getting laid?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
“That’s incredible.” Clearly he found it arousing – he began fucking me even harder. I typed out another tweet, and after correcting a couple of errors, showed it to him again.
“Tell everyone I am going to fuck you in the ass now.”
“Oh, they’ll love that.”
I typed it out on the screen and showed it to him, then pushed ENTER again to alert the world that I was about to take a cock in my ass. And you guys know how much I love butt sex.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of my cunt and pressed his cock against my asshole, slowly pushing it in. He stopped just long enough for me to type out my next tweet.
Quite obviously my mind is beginning to wander into sex space – you can see my typos.
I get off easily during anal penetration, and tweeting about being fucked had made me a bit more aroused than usual, even if I couldn’t see the reactions for my followers. So I was going to give myself an easy orgasm.
I put my BlackBerry down and masturbated myself while Rick was pounding away at my butt. Within a minute, I was done. Rick slowed down and stopped because he wanted me to finish him off in my mouth. He’s a big fan of facials and we’ll occasionally do that, but since we were pressed for time, he was just going to cum in my mouth this time.
He withdraw from my ass and I turned around, took his condom off, then swallowed his cock. While holding his cock in my mouth, I typed out an update on Twitterberry and showed it to him.
He grinned like a mule eating briers and began thrusting his cock into my face. We started out trying to work with one another, but sometimes that just doesn’t get it. I motioned for him to grab my hair and take control, which he did. He held my head while he was powerfucking my mouth and throat. I thought about tweeting that, but my head was jerking around so much there’s no way I’d have been able to type anything intelligible.
After maybe a minute of that, he announced he was about to cum. He slowed down and started taking long, slow, deep thrusts into my esophagus, eventually shooting several strong streams right into my throat. I hold my breath when someone does that and sometimes they’ll take longer than I’d like for them to. Such was the case this time. When he got his last spurt out, I pulled back off of him and gasped for air, coughing.
When I recovered, I went back to his cock and went down on him again to clean him off, then stood up, kissed him, and began getting dressed.
“I can’t wait to get home and see the reactions to this.”
“Let me know what people said”
“I will. See you, when, next Monday, right?”
“Hopefully.” He kissed me one more time and then I picked up my purse and headed over to his elevator for the trip down to the garage.
I didn’t realize until later the irony of the words I’d chosen for that tweet.
I got down to my car, got in, and started it up. As I sat down I could feel the lube and fluids oozing around my naughty bits. These pants are going to need washing, I thought.
I reached up to scratch my nose, and I could smell cunt on my hand from the masturbation I’d done just a few short moments before. It occurred to me that, if I’d had someone else in the car with me, they’d surely have been able to tell that I’d been fucking someone.
Usually, I have time to avail myself of his bathroom when we’re done to clean up so I don’t go home looking like I’d just gotten laid. There was no time this morning, however. I did brush my hair in the elevator on the way down so I wouldn’t show up on the security camera as too obvious a whore.
When I got back to my apartment, I hopped into the shower and washed myself off, dried my hair, and then went to read the reactions to my Tweetfest. My followers were indeed quite appreciative of the tweeting I’d done. I found it even more intense than I might otherwise would have because my client actually requested that I fuck him publicly this way. I’m glad you guys got a kick out of it – it was quite fun to do. 
One of the things that allowed this to happen was the nature of the session with Rick. This is one of those where I am just there for him to fuck, basically, and I don’t even really have to do anything, so I could concentrate on typing tweets out. I still think it’d be difficult to do that during an actual penetrative sex session with a typical client, though. But who knows? Perhaps one day. 
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Nothing else to say but “Bravo”!
Jesus girl, that is so goddamned hot. I could only hope to get to live-tweet getting fucked! hahaha
Loved this!
Everyone should live tweet their sex at least once.
Hotness!!! Yes, it was another great chapter in the Alexa “Anals” – you constantly keep me entertained – so much so that I forgot to eat breakfast thus morning.
Maybe you can be the instigator for a new diet fad – forget the Atkins Diet – you can call it the Alexa Diet – lose weight while getting off reading and tweeting with your friendly whore – let Alexa “escort” you to a healthier life!! LOL!! You’re the best!!
I’m kicking myself for missing those tweets live
You weren’t the only one masturbating right at the moment of truth. So HOT.
Shit I missed it all!!!! I’m not sure what time it would have been here….oh probably 3pm I’d have been at the car place waiting for it…..bummer!
Nicely done Alexa as always, and I enjoyed following this live. I’d thought about something like this, but haven’t been able to convince anyone to do it. I’d like to go one step further though, and that is for the client to be tweeting as well (say from a Twitter id set up just for the event, maybe @escort_client, or something). Of course you wouldn’t be able to see what each of you were tweeting, but could stitch the streams together afterwards.
… actually maybe not, the client tweeting “I am pounding her like she’s never been pounded before”, might not look so good if her next tweet were “can’t tell if it’s in yet”
… actually maybe not, the client tweeting “I am pounding her like she’s never been pounded before”, might not look so good if her next tweet were “can’t tell if it’s in yet”
Hey I notice in the back round link post, where you explain the arrangement with Rick you say he is not comfortable with facials, and in this post it looks like he’s changed his mind. What’s the story?
The story is he’s changed in the months since I wrote the original introduction to him.
I reached up to scratch my nose, and I could smell cunt on my hand from the masturbation I’d done just a few short moments before. It occurred to me that, if I’d had someone else in the car with me, they’d surely have been able to tell that I’d been fucking someone.
I did brush my hair in the elevator on the way down so I wouldn’t show up on the security camera as too obvious a whore.
Alexa, Wonderful tweeting. These quotes reminded me of two things:
1. His assistant must notice the smell of sex in his office occasionally.
2. The security staff must notice the same woman “coming” and going on a fairly regular basis via the cameras.
1. His assistant must notice the smell of sex in his office occasionally.
She may, but if she does, that’s his problem, not mine.
2. The security staff must notice the same woman “coming” and going on a fairly regular basis via the cameras.
Again, his problem. He has given me a parking pass to get into and out of the building, and as far as I know, they’d think I was just a field employee coming in for stuff. I don’t know if they’ve seen me coming or going, or not.
Sexy as hell. I’ll say one thing, girl when you get a fantasy in your head it sure doesn’t take long before you get to it !! Great read.
That’s true, generally speaking. If I could find a way to get myself into outer space, I’d make another one off my list.
I’d give $100 to see that list..curiosity and all that :)
This reminded me of Charlie Runkle from Californication.
I don’t get to watch that.
wow, that story got me hot … except for the butt in the ass part ;)
Butt in the ass?
Is that a sex act named for its resemblance to the Russian nesting doll?
*fans myself* would almost want to make me get up in the mornings!
You are just amazing :)
It has its moments, yes.
“Grinning like a mule eating briers”
I’ve only heard that here around Tennessee and its pretty common. I say Tennessee rubbed of on you some. Just Sayin :)
Great story. Keep ‘em coming!
Inconsistency! In the first post about Rick that you link, you say he doesn’t much care for facials, yet here, he’s all about them. Interesting.
Actually, there’s nothing “interesting” about it. It’s called evolution. If you’d bothered to read through the comments here, you’d have understood why the apparrent disparity exists. Please go back up a few boxes and note kowhai’s comment and my response to it.
Oh, yeah, you’re right. I guess I’m just a fucking idiot.
I agree. :)
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