I let my hair down again, and we dove back into sex.
The Marquis lay on his back as I gripped his cock. "Here we go," I said, sliding onto him in cowgirl position.
We locked eyes just like in missionary, but now my breasts bounced even more dramatically, right in his line of sight, while his thrusts hit my womb from a fresh angle.
"Ah, gazing up at your stunning face and those jiggling breasts in cowgirl—this is fantastic too!"
Like before, we interlaced our fingers in a lover's hold as we both reached our peak.
I basked in the afterglow for a moment, then made sure not to forget: cleanup blowjob.
I pressed my lips to the tip of his spent shaft and sucked out the last drops with soft, slurping pulls.
"So this is my arousal mixed in with your cum."
"You were lost in pleasure, yet you nailed that second round's homework without a hitch. You're seriously impressive."
"And you're still showering me with compliments after all my pervert confessions?"
"Being a pervert is a bonus for a courtesan. And praising excellence? That's just what you do."
Next, doggy style—I got on all fours like a bitch in heat, ready to be taken.
"Wow, this feels so animalistic—deeper thrusts, hitting spots I didn't even know! My pussy's getting rubbed just right!"
After climaxing and feeling him flood me inside, I turned to the cleanup blowjob and shared my thoughts: "That felt amazing—my pussy was on fire."
"But not quite as much as the first two rounds, right?" He nailed it.
"Um... yeah, exactly. The thrusting was incredible, don't get me wrong. But I think for me, being seen is a huge part of it... Not having you look at my face or my breasts? It left me wanting."
"I figured as much—I'm the same way, actually. Missing out on your gorgeous face and those breasts? It felt incomplete. With other women, I'd enjoy it just fine, but your beauty is on another level."
"Oh, my lord, bringing up other women in bed? Totally fine with me. I'm just your plaything for the night—no room for jealousy. And being called special in comparison? That's music to my ears."
"Though not getting a jealous reaction does sting a little."
After three creampies, we called it a break and headed to the bath.
"Huh, the lighting's the same type, but it feels different from the bedroom somehow."
"I'm all for showing off my naked body and breasts anywhere, but yeah—there's a shift here. What is it?"
"In the bath, being naked is just normal, and it's a place to unwind. But in the bedroom, you strip for sex—it's charged with that 'let's get wild' tension."
"We'll get wild here too. Let me wash your back with my breasts."
I lathered up with body wash and pressed my soapy chest against his back, scrubbing away. Then, reaching around on the stool, I cleaned his cock thoroughly.
My nipples grazed against him, sending little thrills through me...
"It's nice, feeling your nipples glide across my back... But like doggy, not seeing your face or breasts leaves me unsatisfied. Let's just wash up separately and hop in the tub."
We sank into the massive bath up to our shoulders, and I snuggled close, our arms touching.
"You've said over and over how much you love being seen... Turns out I'm the same. Right now, nothing matters more than having your beautiful face and chest in view at all times."
"That makes me so happy—we're in sync on so many levels. I've been amazed all day. Next up: shave my pubic hair. Get a front-row seat to my most intimate spot."
I perched on the tub's edge, legs spread wide in an M, and let him apply the shaving cream and razor to make me smooth down there.
He worked carefully, never risking a nick to my delicate skin—precise and efficient.
"What do you think? Any fresh takes?"
"It's got pros and cons. The hair adds its own charm, naturally. But bald like this? It screams 'I'm putting in the effort to be seen.'"
"Then I'll stay smooth for now. Showing off my pussy—being seen there—that's at the core of what I crave."
"Yeah, I like that idea."
"You were really skilled at it. Experience?"
"Oh yeah, from various paid encounters over the years."
"Good to hear. It was a different kind of embarrassment, which was fun, but I appreciated the quick finish."
What was with this goofy back-and-forth? Oh well—my next request was bound to sound ridiculous by normal standards anyway.
I stepped out of the tub, leaned back against the edge, and spread my legs wide again.
"Now, watch me pee."
I thrust my freshly bare pussy forward.
"Here it comes," I announced, and a strong arc of urine shot out in a perfect curve.
"I, Angelica Winfield, am a total pervert—baring my naked body, breasts, pussy, even my urethra for a man to see while I pee, all with a cum-smeared face and a huge grin. If it pleases you, keep enjoying every inch of me. I adore showing you my nudity, letting you lick my body, sucking your cock until you facial me or make me swallow, and getting fucked senseless."
My toes curled and wiggled from the nervous thrill as I piled on every filthy word I could think of to degrade myself.
The power of words—speaking them aloud makes them real, a perfect self-suggestion.
Yes, spreading my legs for anyone with the cash, putting on a show? It's not a hardship—it's a joy. I'm that kind of twisted courtesan.
The Marquis stared, stunned, before finally saying, "So that's the kind of courtesan you want to be." He was just confirming, but it hit like validation.