Cuckold watches two girls having fun

Dive into a tale of ‘cuckolding’, a world both enticing and mystifying. Our protagonist, an experienced escort, embarks on an assignment filled with passion and unexpected turns. If you’re curious about the behind-the-scenes of such encounters, don’t miss our Beginner’s Guide to London Escorts. Explore the lines between pleasure and professionalism and remember: sometimes the unsaid is the most tantalising.”

The most common fetish I was asked for was probably cuckolding. I have an ambiguous relationship to it. It’s not that I don’t like being watched, that’s the best part really, but it’s confusing why men would want it. I get hundreds of requests to have sex with their wives and let them sit aside, ignored and abandoned. While I get the appeal of watching two sexy women having lesbian sex, I don’t understand how they can not get jealous. I know I would, and I’m open to polygamous relationships and swinging. The whole concept of cuckolding seemed straight up bizarre for me. Nevertheless, I always strive to satisfy my clients’ wishes, even if I don’t understand where they are coming from. It was the same this time.

A new client contacted my agency with a very detailed plan for the evening. It was almost like a script, but I agreed along with my coworker, and dear friend, Alice. At first, he wanted me to… Well, perhaps it would be best not to reveal the entire scheme right now and let the painfully particular, yet arousing, plan unravel on its own.

I met with Patrick at the hotel’s bar. We pretended to be a couple on a date night. He behaved very proper, almost too proper and stiff for an actual boyfriend. I let that slide, trying my best to carry the conversation. He gave me a bouquet and bought me a drink, and I acted like I didn’t care, all in accordance with the script. After what seemed like hours of daft conversation and pointless compliments, we headed upstairs to his room.

As soon as we crossed the doorstep, I started kissing him passionately. The sharp, bitter taste of whiskey on his tongue made me both disgusted and longing for more. Because I work as a professional escort, I usually try to be gentle and delicate, putting my preferences aside, unless a client instructs me to be rough beforehand, but something about the setting made me forget that rule. I attacked his mouth like a leech, pushing my tongue deep inside his mouth, exploring it and making him breathless, both from lust and actual choking. We parted, when my vision started getting dark from lack of air, but I wasn’t going to slow down now. 

I pushed him against the wall and proceeded to undress him, or more like rip the clothes off him as fast as possible, without actually damaging them. That part wasn’t in the cuckold scenario, but since he didn’t oppose it, I continued. Once he was naked, I kissed him again, holding his head with my left hand and jerking him off with the other. He was already hard, perhaps our first kiss was so overwhelming, it worked on him too. I grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly, and moved my hand up and down at a fast pace. This time my lungs gave in much quicker, and after I stopped kissing him, I led him to the bed and pushed him on it. He fell on it, most likely on his own accord, but I’m sure I wasn’t the only one pretending it was my doing. I sat on top of him and kissed him. I didn’t even try to take a deeper breath beforehand, this kiss was meant to be short. It was supposed to only last long enough for me to reach under a pillow, grab handcuffs and cuff him to the bed frame.

“What are you doing?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in surprise.

“I have a date coming over, you’d be an obstacle,” I shrugged, standing up.

His cock was still hard, sticking out of his trousers. I fought my inner urge to ride him, and turned around. Even though I was a professional escort, I had my needs. And right now, they were left very much unsatisfied.

Right when I thought I was going to explode from arousal, I heard a knock. I ran to the door and let Alice in. We immediately started kissing, and taking each other’s clothes off. It wasn’t our first time, but usually we were joined by a man, instead of him just watching. Just as instructed, we were ignoring him, not even looking his way.

Alice sat on the sofa, pulling me to her lap. We were both naked at this point. Her lips were swollen from kissing, and her eyes were foggy, she looked like an embodiment of sex appeal. I kissed her again, but briefly this time, quickly going lower to attack her neck. I love men, but there is something incredibly hot about lesbian sex. Alice moaned and threw her head back, giving me better access to her sensitive throat. I was careful not to lead any marks, using mostly my tongue and avoiding sucking, even though I was craving it.

After a moment, I couldn’t control myself any longer and kneeled in front of her. I opened her legs and licked her pussy, going all the way up from her wet entrance to clitoris. She moaned and grabbed my head, pushing me closer. I laughed, but obeyed, sliding my tongue deep inside her. She tasted sweet, and she was so wet, I immediately felt her juices dripping on my chin. I let out a muffled moan and started moving my tongue up and down, caressing the sensitive spot on the upper wall of her cervix. Men never seem to get that, but who can satisfy a woman better than another female?

It didn’t take me long to get Alice to orgasm. My mouth and tongue hurt from straining, but I felt just as good as she did. The only thing I was not so crazy about was that, she kept pulling on my hair, but in some form it was a compliment for my skills. I was already close to orgasm, so I turned around and got on all four in front of her.

I looked Patrick dead in the eye, when Alice started fingering me. Now, I started to get the thrill of being a cuckold, or more the thrill of making someone one. My moans were so loud they could wake up dead, but I wanted to let him know that she was way better than him. She was going slow, careful not to hurt me with her long fingernails, but at the same time, she made sure she was as deep inside me as she could. She slapped my ass and I arched even more, silently begging for more. Encouraged by that, she started fingering me at a quicker pace and slapping me from time to time. I finished not long after that, screaming from pleasure and still looking at Patrick.

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