Yuri groaned as his phone rang and he saw it was Milla. It was his day off and he did not want to be assed dealing with her today.

"What?" He said into the phone.

"Oh Yuri, that is no way to answer your phone," Milla said.

"Ok then, what do you want?" he said.

"Look, I know it is your day off but-"

"-just stop right there! The answer is no," Yuri said. He wanted his day off so he could lay around and binge watch TV as he ate junk food. If Milla had her way she would have him working and fucking every night and day.

"You haven't even heard what the offer was," Milla huffed in the phone.

"I don't fucking care what it is, the answer is no," Yuri said.

"Five times your usual asking price," Milla said.

Yuri gasped. It wasn't often he could pull that much in on a single night, but he knew there would be a catch, probably something really perverted. "What sick shit do I gotta do?" he asked.

Milla laughed, "We know you do all the sick perverted stuff, baby- but no, not what you think."

This peaked his interest, "Fine… you have my attention."

"He wants to watch you, that is is all," Milla said.

"Watch me do what, exactly?" Yuri knew there had to be a catch.

"That is it. He just wants to watch you. He asked for you specifically," Milla said.

Yuri groaned. He was always having people ask for him, "Since when is that news?"

"Oh stop thinking so highly of yourself. Do you want the job or not?" Milla asked.

"Da, I'll do it- but if he is into any overly kinky shit, I am taking a bigger cut," Yuri growled.

"Of course kitten, of course," Milla said before she hung up.

It was a few minutes later and Yuri got a message of the address and time to meet the guy. She also asked for him to wear his lace panties and look pretty. Yuri shook his head and sighed heavily. He was use to all of this after all, he just wanted a day off- but the money was too good to pass up.

Yuri showered and lotioned his skin down. After he fully got ready, he grabbed his long coat and tied it around his waist, the car would be there soon to get him. Milla always provided them with a car and driver that would be close. The drive through the city took him to the nicest hotel in the city, Yuri did like that. This meant the guy at least had a little taste. As Yuri climbed to the top penthouse, he had to smirk- this guy must have been a first timer to get a penthouse for a hooker.

There was always the thrill of not knowing what he would get on the other side of the door. Most of the time the anticipation was lost once the door was open. He always pictured someone who was fit and young, dark and handsome, mysterious and quiet- he was always let down. Normally it was older, middle aged, balding men with large bellies that just wanted him to bend over immediately. This was why he demanded days off. Only so many times can you be fucked by a heavy grunting man and pretend it was all good.

As the door opened, a tall man with a dark pompadour opened it. He was tall and broad, his eyes were gentle as he gestured him to come in. The penthouse was nice, Yuri had been to it a couple times before- his high spenders got this on their stays in town.

"Would you care for some wine?" the man asked.

"Da, that would be nice," Yuri replied. The man went, got a bottle and poured two glasses. He did not speak much else. This was always the awkward part. You had guys who would ravish you the minute you walk through the door, the guys who wanted to talk, or the awkward silence. This was the worst- he had to read the guy by his actions, this one seemed nervous.

"What shall I call you?" Yuri asked.

The man cleared his throat, "Georgi."

"So tell me Georgi, what would you like me to do?" Yuri asked as he sipped his wine.

"I thought I explained what I wanted," Georgi said.

"You did, but was there something more maybe?" Yuri said as he reached out and ran his finger down Georgi's shirt.
Georgi jumped back, "Don't touch me."

Yuri pulled his hand away, "Fine, fine. Your call." Taking a large sip of his wine, he had to wonder what was up with this guy- they always loved the attention he gave them. Georgi was different and Yuri knew he had to be different with this one.

"Why don't you go over to the bed, make yourself comfortable," Georgi said.

Yuri nodded and walked over to the bed. Slipping his shoes off, he crawled on all fours to the center and made sure to stick his ass out as he did it, turning and looking over his shoulder, he saw Georgi watching him. Turning, Yuri leaned back on his arms and stretched his body long, pointing out his toes where the black stockings peaked out from his pants and he let the blouse fall off his shoulder, showing off his pale flawless skin.

Georgi went over to the corner of the room, in the shadows and sat in a chair. Glass of wine in one hand, he stared at Yuri. "Touch yourself over your clothes, but don't touch your… cock," Georgi commanded.

Moving his hands over his chest, Yuri felt the blouse gather under his hands as he pulled it to highlight and show off his thin form. Splaying his fingers wide, he ran them down his legs, his inner thighs and back up to his hips- he liked being watched, it was a thrill to will his cock to get hard as someone just stared at him- devour him with their eyes. Yuri knew he was pleasant to look at, he knew his body was lean and fit, his face beautiful and his cock pleasing. He knew why these men wanted him- lusted for him. He could put on a show. Arching his back gracefully, he showcased his body and the way the fabric fit perfectly to him as his hands traveled up and down his torso.

"Take your outer clothing off," Georgi said. In the shadow of the room, Yuri could not see his facial expression much. His voice was soft, steady- Yuri wanted him to come undone in that chair.

Slowly lifting his blouse over his head, Yuri fanned his hair out and fixed it back in place. Laying back, he lifted his hips and slowly slipped his pants down, revealing the black stocking and garters. Tossing his garments to the floor, he ran his hands from his foot up his leg to his inner thigh, spreading his legs out and sitting up a bit, putting himself on display- the sheer panties he wore concealed very little. He moved his hands up to wear his cock was, never touching it, massaging around his hips.

"Use your hands as if they are your lover, make love to your body with your hands, but don't touch your cock," Georgi said, "Touch everywhere but there."

His voice was still steady, and Yuri only wished he could see his facial expression. Moving his hands up his body, he tried to make is as sensual as he could. Splaying his fingers over his chest, curling them and tracing his arms, fingering his collarbone.

"Your body is aflame, your hands are it's lover. Tell me your love story with your body and hands," Georgi said.

How the fuck was he to do this? Yuri had fucked- a lot. He had no real lovers. He never called anyone over to just have sex, no he did that at work. He was everyone elses lover. Yuri knew how to please others, he knew how to make them feel good- now he needed to make himself feel good.

Closing his eyes, Yuri laid back and felt his hands rub down his chest, he felt the way his hands moved over his skin. Yuri could feel how warm and soft his skin felt under his palm. He had never paid attention to his own body, normally he only jerked himself off, never taking the time to actually feel himself. Moving his hands down, the planes of his stomach were it was flat and hard. Fingers trailing over the lines he worked so hard to have in his abdomen area, feeling the slight tickle from his caress. Gasping out, Yuri arched a bit to his own touch.

"Yes, make love to your body," Georgi said, his voice breathless and strained.

Gasping again, Yuri felt down to his hips, the muscles that clenched, the bones that were pronounced, he trailed his fingers over his hip bone down to the dip where his crotch was.

"No touching there, yet," the strained voice from the shadowed corner breathed out.

Yuri moaned and arched his hips up, his cock was straining in those sheer panties. He knew the top of them would be wet, smeared with his cock leaking. Moving his hands back to the soft skin of his inner thighs, Yuri sunk his fingers into the flesh there, bruising his own skin.

"Feel it yet? Do you want yourself?"

"Ugh! Yes!" Yuri cried out.

"Continue touching your body, suck on your own fingers," Georgi said. Yuri heard fabric moving from the shadows, but was unable to see what was happening. Yuri plunged two fingers in his mouth and started to suck, pretending they were a cock. "Slow down, feel the fingers in your mouth, taste them, don't pretend it is someone else, this is you that you are pleasing," Georgi breathed out.

Yuri moaned again as he pressed the pads of his fingers to his tongue, slipping his tongue between them, licking them, tasting and slowly moving them in and out of his mouth. He could feel the spit around his fingers, glossing his lips and a little slipping from his mouth. His other hand was massaging his chest and pinching at his nipple.

"Take your panties off, but no touching your cock," Georgi commanded.

Lifting his hips, Yuri slipped the panties down and left them on one ankle as he spread his legs open again. His fingers wet as he palmed above his stocking at the flesh on his thighs. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his hand around his cock and thrust into his fist. This was torture and Yuri was so hard he was dripping on his stomach. There was a sound of skin on skin moving from the shadow, Yuri could not see what it was, but he could hear it.

"Feel everything your body is telling you, let your story come forward," Georgi said.

Yuri kept his hands on his hips and let his hips rise and fall, rolling them as if someone was riding him. So badly he wanted to touch himself, bring himself more pleasure. A sheen of moisture had gathered on his skin as his body flushed with his arousal. More sounds came from the shadows and Yuri moaned out wanting more.

"I need… more," Yuri moaned.

"No yet, you need to want it more," Georgi said, the sounds turning wet from the shadow. Yuri moaned out and thrusted his hips to the air more, his ass muscles clenching, his hips meeting nothing. He wanted nothing more than to touch his cock, feel it in his hand and stroke. He was not told to touch himself yet, and his body had never felt so alive. Moaning out, Yuri arches more with his back, wanting so badly to touch himself.

"Do you want to touch yourself?" Georgi asked.

"Please!" Yuri begged.

"You need to want it more," Georgi said.

Yuri groaned and was thrashing around the bed now, his hands were feeling his body everywhere, and his cock ached so bad. All he wanted to do was touch his cock and stroke as hard as he could.

"Please…" Yuri whined.

"Just a little more," Georgi said.

Yuri was not sure how much more he could take. His fingers were digging into the flesh above his stockings. He knew he was bruising his skin, but he was to the point where he was going to grab his cock regardless what Georgi said.

"Do you feel you could cum without touching yourself?" Georgi asked. Yuri could not talk, he nodded his head and made some incoherent sounds. "You need to want it.. Beg me to touch yourself."

"Please!" Yuri cried out.

"Say my name."

"Please, Georgi!"

"Pretend it is my hand that wraps around your cock... you may touch yourself," Georgi said.

Reaching his hand down, Yuri wrapped his fingers around his cock. The sounds coming harder from the shadows. There was gasping and heavy breathing from Georgi. Yuri's cock head was wet and he stroked down and back up. A soft moan came from the corner and Yuri was cumming all over his stomach- streams of cum painting his chest. Yuri cried out loudly, he had never felt like this in an orgasm before. He did not have to fake anything, this was all real . Stroking out the last of his release, he was breathing hard and moaning.

"Perfect, you may collect yourself," Georgi said as Yuri heard noises of clothes being moved around in the corner. Laying on the bed, Yuri was sprawled out, he cock laying against his body, an arm thrown over his head- he glanced as Georgi got up and moved to the sitting room. Rolling to his side, Yuri grabbed the tissues on the nightstand and cleaned his chest down. Slowly getting up, Yuri's legs were shaking as he walked to the bathroom. Grabbing a cloth, he washed his body down and slipped his panties back on. Going back out to the room, he gathered his clothing and went to find where Georgi went.

At the desk in the sitting room, Georgi was behind a computer screen, typing and not paying attention to him. Yuri cleared his throat and Georgi looked up from his laptop at him.

"That was great, I will make another appointment," Georgi said as he pushed an envelope to the edge of the desk.

"Thanks," Yuri said as he took the envelope.

"Have a good night," Georgi said.

"Yeah, um… you too," Yuri said as he went to leave. It was one of the most intense nights he had ever had, and he never even touched his client… never got touched except for his own hand. Yuri wanted more from this man, he wanted to touch him and make him come undone the way he made him come undone. He wanted to taste him, he wanted to give him pure pleasure. Yuri did hope he would make another appointment.