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Today, I’ve received the most bizarre request in my career at Party Girls London. The new client wanted me to go to a hotel and let him watch me play with myself. He wanted me to pretend he wasn’t there and just enjoy my body. I guess there are some people who just want to watch a solo girl playing with herself. The most peculiar thing was that he said he’d pay for three hours, and he wants me to come as many times as I can, but if I get tired I can stop anytime I want. I asked what he meant by that, and he said that he just wants to watch me orgasm and if an hour is enough for me, he’d still pay for all three. I wasn’t a stranger to masturbation and his motives sounded sincere, so I agreed.
The card to the room was waiting for me at the reception, just like he told me. When I entered the room, it was dark, except from large lamps pointing at the bed. I could see a silhouette of a man sitting in the corner, but I acted like he wasn’t there. The lighting was strange, it was almost like the bed was a scene, and I was the main character. I walked up to it and placed my bag down. I took a couple of toys from home, to help me please myself. Then, I started slowly undressing, caressing my body while doing so. Hopefully, it looked sexy instead of stupid.
I lay down and started touching my chest, omitting my sensitive nipples on purpose. I could already feel a tingle of arousal in my lower stomach, the feeling of someone’s watching me was only making the experience better. In my mind, I was alone in the room, but someone was spying on me. His careful gaze never left my body, and all I could do was wonder who that is. I circled around my left nipple, so lightly, I was barely touching the skin. A quiet moan escaped my lips, as I felt my arousal rising. Despite the strange circumstances, I was loving every second of it.
As a professional escort my sexual needs were always met by men, I rarely had to take matters into my own hands. I needed some help, so I reached for a small vibrator and turned it on. I resisted the urge to put it straight to my crotch, and started with my nipples. Now, my moans were much louder, almost deafening. I opened my legs as far as I could, hoping he could see my dripping wet pussy. I wanted him to get hard by watching me, I wanted to make him as crazy as he was making me. The vibrator finally reached my clitoris, and I uncontrollably threw my hips upwards. I reached down with my free hand and put two fingers inside me. The warm wetness surrounded my fingers, making me mad with desire. I started fingering myself at a fast pace, still keeping the vibrator on my clit. I knew I was going to come soon, but it still wasn’t enough for me. In desperation, I changed my position, now lying on my right hand, and resumed fingering from this angle. It felt better, but I decided to make it even more pleasurable, and while my index and middle finger were inside my pussy, I shoved my ring finger in my arsehole. I could feel my fingers being separated only by a thin wall, and I sped up, infatuated with this feeling. Not long after that change of tactic, I came, screaming and thrusting my hips. I didn’t remember masturbation being this fun.
I was still incredibly aroused, so I reached for my favourite pink dildo. The vibrator I put aside for now, it started to feel numbing rather than stimulating. Then, I raised my legs and placed them over my shoulders, bent in the knees and wide open. In this position, I could easily fuck myself with the dildo, while giving my mysterious peeper the best view. I was about to thrust my dildo inside, when I remembered I also brought an anal plug. I used it first, and then started fucking myself. Each of my shoves was deeper and harder than the previous one, sending shivers through my body. I felt drunk with lust, my whole body was wet with sweat and my own juices, but I didn’t want to stop. Soon, I came again and let my legs down, still keeping the dildo inside me. After I caught my breath back, I sat up and started riding it. The last time I was so tired was probably after a long session at the gym, but having a good orgasm as a solo girl requires a lot of work.
That night I had six orgasms in total. Afterwards, I had to lie down for a good half an hour, just to gather enough strength to stand up, not to mention getting a shower. I felt exhausted like never before, but also satisfied. Who knew one could get paid to have such a good time! That’s exactly why I love working for Party Girls London.
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