Cute Catgirl Client Chemistry: Playful or Nympho?

Dive into Party Girls London, where a spirited newcomer transforms into a sultry catgirl for a night of undeniable fervour. As the lines blur between fantasy and fervent desire, her inner nympho awakens. For those eager to delve deeper into the city’s captivating escapades explore our comprehensive Escort Girls in London Guide.

I started working for Party Girls London just a few days ago, when I got my first booking. This wasn’t my first job as an London GFE escort, but I was still relatively new to the scene. It was supposed to be a roleplay and I usually enjoy them, so I agreed. The client wanted me to dress up as a catgirl, strange, but who am I to judge? He said he would pay for the costume, but I already had one. It was left from one of my Halloween’s parties and I didn’t think I’d ever need it again, but here we are. Since he wanted me to come already dressed to his hotel room, I wore a long coat over it. Thankfully, it was cold outside, so I didn’t get any strange looks. The cat ears I hid in my bag. 

I was so worried about being late, I ended up in his Chelsea hotel ten minutes early. Waiting outside the room seemed stupid, so I put on my cat ears and knocked. 

“Hello, my sexy kitten,” he greeted me smiling and opened the door.

“Hey,” I smiled and walked inside, taking off my coat.

He took my coat from me and hung it. We stood nervously in the hallway, clearly both unsure what to do next.

“You look even prettier than your pictures,” he said awkwardly.

I decided it was my time to take the lead and threw my arms around his neck.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I laughed.

He leaned forward, stopping only an inch away from my face. I could feel the warmth radiating from his face. He didn’t move any further, leaving the final distance between our lips to be closed by me. Once I kissed him, he got more brave, eagerly giving the kiss back and sucking on my lower lip. His hands travelled up my things and under my short skirt, grabbing my butt cheeks. I moaned into his mouth and stopped the kiss.

“Please, fuck me,” I begged in between rapid breaths.

He only nodded and picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom. 

He placed me on the bed and I immediately took my top off. My ears almost fell off doing that, but I quickly fixed them. He also took off his clothes and now awkwardly stood before me. His cock was already half-hard, so I decided I’ll help him a little. I patted the bed, silently asking him to sit beside me. He was very obedient and immediately did as I asked. I curled up next to him, with my head on his lap, and started licking the head of his dick, while stimulating the base with my hand. As obedient as he was, he also wanted to be useful, and soon I felt his fingers creeping under my skirt. I adjusted my position a little, letting him slide down my panties. I was already wet, and he put a finger inside me without any problems. I let out a quiet moan and took his cock into my mouth.

For the next couple of minutes we were playing with each other like this, until I was tired of waiting. I wanted his huge dick to fill me already. I stopped sucking him and sat up.

“I want you inside me,” I said quietly.

“Can you get on all four?” he asked in return.

I didn’t answer, but immediately assumed the position. It was kind of ironic to fuck someone dressed like a cat doggy style, but that’s his choice. I’d agree to anything back then, all I can remember is being incredibly horny.

He adjusted my position, pulling my legs further apart and making me arch my back more. Finally, he slid my panties to my knees, pulled up my skirt and slowly pushed his cock against my entrance. He didn’t enter me, just pushed on that incredibly sensitive spot, waiting.

“Please, fuck me,” I whined, trying to push back, but he was holding me in place.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to put your huge cock inside me and fuck me so hard I’d forget my name,” I begged, “Please, just fuck me right now!”

He listened to my whines and pushed his member deep inside my tight pussy. I felt my cervix getting stretched and filled to its limits and moaned in ecstasy. He didn’t waste any time, fucking me like a power drill. His wet balls were painfully slapping against my clitoris with each push, and I was sure I was going to have bruised from how hard he was holding onto my hips. We were both moaning like it was a contest. Sweat was dripping from me, staining the sheets and getting my hair stuck to my face. The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was his cock, giving me an absurd amount of pleasure.

I know I finished at least three times, but I don’t know what happened later. I never got that crazy horny again, but I still hope that I’ll meet another guy who can do that to me.

Thank you for reading our latest post on the Party Girls London Blog! If you enjoyed this cute catgirl story, we encourage you to check out this post – From Cocktails to Public Sex

Make your evening unforgettable with Party Girls London Escorts.