When our private mature women go on a date with a man in Tbilisi or other parts of Georgia near or far from Tbilisi, they usually know a name (real or nickname) of a guy they are going to meet. Alyssa, a girl from our agency of sex models in Tbilisi, knows only a code name. Although “Alyssa” is also her alias, using code names felt exciting for her as if she was a part of some espionage Bond-style movie.
“Hello, this is Mr. Blue speaking. I would like to order a humble, sexy, and quiet lady from your professional escorts agency,” these were the words of a mysterious caller Mr. Blue, who was about to meet Alyssa in one and a half hours.
“Please, let the girl call herself Mrs. Green for me,” was his another wish.
Our phone manager didn’t use to ask unnecessary questions to anyone, so she settled upon the details of the date and invited Mrs. Green a.k.a. Alyssa to go visit Mr. Blue. She was also told that the guy does not like questions.
The place, where she was driven in a black car with glasses all shuttered that Mr. Blue specifically sent to pick her up, was a majestic old mansion, which was at least 100 years old (maybe twofold old in reality). She tried to have a chat with a car driver while on the road but he just limited his answer to, “I don’t like to talk.” Already in a car, she felt the mysteriousness of her orderer and the ambiance that made her feel hornier every minute of their road.
Exiting the car, seeing that grim mansion, she felt the coldness of autumn although it was above +20° C. Alyssa was escorted to the hall, where she was told to wait, and the driver went to one of the small dark-green doors of the hall, probably, to inform Mr. Blue about her arrival.
In a couple of minutes, she heard a domineering voice from above, “Please, miss, get up here.” It was heard from large circular stairs, which went around a statue standing in the midst of the hall, leading to the second floor of this large building, making it possible to exit on the right and left from the entrance hall. Mr. Blue was waiting on the right, wearing a dark-red robe with threads and embroidery of gold. His face was covered with a Venetian mask. He gave her a similar mask and asked her to wear it now.
“Welcome to my humble abode, Mrs. Green,” he spoke, “Please, come with me.”
Half-embracing her at her shoulder, he brought Alyssa to one of the rooms with a large working fireplace in it. By the opposite wall, it was a large bed, also designed in dark-red and gold colors, with the inclusion of some blue.
“Please, take off your clothes and sit on the bed. Can I get you anything to drink?”
“What do you have?” Alyssa asked.
“Anything. You name it.”
“Then, please, a glass of champagne,” Alyssa replied.
In less than a minute, Mr. Blue returned from another room with a glass of sparkling beverage in his hand, seeing Alyssa already naked. Her neat and firm breasts were standing with erect nipples, and her thighs of nice roundness, just like the rest of the body, were underscored with the silkiness of her skin, illuminated in dancing shades of red with the fireplace that emanated a lot of warmth.
Mr. Blue told her to lie down on the bed and while she was sipping champagne in a not perfect position from the point of view of convenience, Mr. Blue unzipped his pants zipper and, wearing a condom, slowly entered into her groins, throwing his body a bit back, enjoying the feeling that this woman from the ladies strapon agency was readily giving him.
Mr. Blue bent her legs by the knees and started to enter her pussy deeper. Even at this moment, his movements were aristocratic and Alyssa wondered about this man’s moderation, thinking about who he might be. A duke? A prince? A king?
Mr. Blue turned her to the side, being interested in entering her pussy from this angle, feeling touch to both ass cheeks every time he makes a move. Soon, he finished and lay down beside her on the bed, not saying a word, only gently stroking her body with a hand. In several minutes, he changed the condom and entered her anus hole, preserving her position. This time, it took him even faster to cum (maybe because of the tightness of her anus opening). This time, he did not lie on the bed but took off his condom and zipped up.
“It was a high pleasure, Mrs. Green. Hope to see you again someday.”
After saying that, he showed her on top of the bedside table so as to finish their meeting, and left the room.
Alyssa was taken back to her address in Tbilisi by the same driver. She still has no clue about who that man was.