I consider myself a kinky person, there’s barely anything I wouldn’t be up for trying. Working as a professional London escort, I got to explore my boundaries and constantly learn new things about myself, which I absolutely loved. When a client called and said that he wants someone open for kinks, I immediately agreed. I didn’t even need to know the details.
We met at a hotel, in his room. He was quite handsome, clearly illuminating sexual energy. At first, it was a little awkward, we said our hellos a couple of times, unsure what to say next. He invited me inside and offered to take my coat. The thing is that during winter I usually dress more sexy and use outerwear to hide it, which meant that when I took off my coat, he drew in a sharp breath.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he murmured.
He hanged my coat and came closer to me. His hands landed on my hips, squeezing lightly. We kissed passionately, and sometime mid-kiss, he picked me up.
He put me down on the couch and I lay down, waiting. He had different plans, placing me backwards on the seat, so that my legs were swung over the back. I opened her mouth, reading his signals. Unlike some girls, I loved giving blowjobs.
I helped him pack his limp dick in my mouth and grabbed his thighs, making him face fuck me. He started moving slowly, his hands were under my knees, petting the sensitive skin. He grabbed my narrow ankle and started tracing the pointy bone with his index finger. My skin was very thin in this particular place, like it was just waiting to get touched, or licked. I’m not into feet, but I don’t mind it that way. His finger travelled lower, alongside my veins on the bridge of my foot. I wiggled my toes, and he turned my foot to have a better view of my pink soles. Then, he traced the arch on the inside, making me move my little toes again. He leaned forward and started licking my heel, soon moving to placing wet kisses on my foot, heading upwards. His cock was already hard, filling my mouth and slightly choking me, which I absolutely loved.
I jerked my hips slightly, trying to turn his attention to my crotch, I may be a professional London escort, but I wanted some pleasure too. I felt his tongue, licking in between my toes, and I spread them out to grant him easier access. His hand was finally making its way lower my leg, it was like a little electric shocks sprang in every place his warm hand had touched me. I moaned, despite herself, which made me choke on his large member, still embedded deep in my throat. His hand loomed over my pussy, barely touching me, but still giving me amazing sensations.
He was sucking on my little toes, like they were the sweetest candy in the world. And then he started massaging my anus, he spat on it too. I was aroused, so it was easy for me to relax. He pushed one finger inside, making me try to moan again. He started moving it inside, and soon the second finger joined in, apparently he wanted to prepare me for anal. Then, he began twisting his fingers and scissoring them inside me, making me uncontrollably jerk my hips, begging for more. Finally, he was able to add the third finger.
I felt more and more frustrated. I wanted more than just his fingers, I wanted his dick in all my holes, and I wanted it now. Finally, he stopped and took a step back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Only now I noticed how long I was deepthroating, I was a little sore but proud of myself. I took a deep breath and changed my position. I kneeled on the couch, arching my back and pushing my ass out as much as I could.
He opened my buttocks with his hands and pushed his dick inside my tight anus. The ring of muscles let him inside, like it was waiting for this moment, but immediately closed behind him. He took a deep, calming breath and started fucking me at a slow pace. His balls kept hitting my wet pussy with every thrust, making it even harder for him to hold on.
Then, he suddenly pulled out and turned me around. It surprised me, but I obediently opened my legs, now sitting on the couch, facing him. I was hoping for a break for another blowjob, since his cock was just too sexy not to suck it, but he had different plans. He leaned forward and entered me again, but this time he placed his hands underneath me. I immediately understood his dirty intentions and threw my arms around his neck. My legs wrapped around him like two, smooth, warm snakes.
He picked me up with no effort and kissed me. Still kissing passionately, he started carrying me to the bedroom. There, he pushed me against the wall and started breeding me, as fast as humanly possible. I didn’t realize until now how much I needed rough anal pounding. My nails dig into his back, but he was too aroused to even feel any pain. He placed me down on the nearby dresser. I raised my left leg up, and he grabbed my foot. He started once again sucking on my toes, while fucking my ass at the same time. I noticed he was really into feet and planned to remember it.
I screamed, when the wave of pure pleasure washed over my body. All my muscles spasmed, and I pulled him closer. I thought my orgasm would help him finish, but instead he pulled out and entered my pussy. Once again, I uttered a sharp scream, as he started pounding me. Finally, he finished, breathing heavily and pushing his cock as deep as possible. Our bodies were all wet from sweat and hot from physical effort, but they didn’t plan on stopping our fun yet. We still had two more hours, since he paid for three upfront. This is precisely why I love working as a professional London escort.
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