The Beauty and Chaos of Losing Control During Anal Sex

Today I was meeting the same client for the third night in a row on an outcall in a Kensington hotel. I usually wouldn’t work so much, but until now we were very vanilla in bed. Key word: until now. Today, he wanted to try anal sex. Unlike some girls, I actually liked anal, so I agreed. We had a good chemistry and understanding of each other’s bodies, so I was expecting another great night. Too bad he will only be in town for a short period of time, I wouldn’t mind him as one of my regular clients. 

I kissed him as soon as I closed the door behind me. He didn’t stay passive for long and pinned me to the wall, still kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwined in a dance full of passion and no longer restrained lust. I let him dominate the kiss, staying dormant and allowing him to explore my mouth and suck on my tongue, obedient like a good London A Level escort. His left hand was already travelling up my thigh, while his right one was fighting with the buttons on my shirt. We didn’t part until we were both out of breath, a line of saliva still connecting our swollen lips. He wiped it off and finally managed to unbutton my shirt. He pulled up my laced bra, revealing my round breasts. Then he kissed me again, this time more brutally, almost bruising my lips. His right hand began massaging my tits and pinching the sensitive nipples, while the other already got inside my panties. He touched my pussy and started gently rubbing my clitoris. I couldn’t breathe and tried to pull away, but he held me a little bit longer, enjoying dominating me. When he finally let me go, I took a deep breath, looking deep into his eyes with hunger. This time, he didn’t wipe away the saliva, spitting it instead and watching a wet trail making its way down my chest and disappearing at the line of my skirt. He traced the streak with his finger, wetting it, and used it to rub my hard nipple. I moaned, surprised but aroused by his sudden dominance.

I went to the window and slid up my skirt, taking my panties off. As a good London escort, I remembered he liked doing it that way. Then I used the window ledge for support and bent. He quickly understood my intentions and walked up to me. He placed one hand on my back, pushing me harder, and started rubbing his member against her asshole. I moaned, feeling his hard member in between my buttocks, I thought he will just fuck my wet and ready pussy first. Even though I wasn’t afraid of anal sex, a shiver washed over my body. I turned my head to the side, so I could see him when he took me. 

He kissed me briefly and concentrated on pushing his cock inside. It didn’t go very smoothly, and he frowned for a moment. He decided to try using more force and pushed harder, finally entering my ass. The tightness that immediately wrapped around his dick made him gasp. It was almost painful, but in a way that pain melted into pleasure instead, the way it can only happen during raw anal sex. He leaned forward, and kissed me again, letting my tongue dance around his. His right hand was still holding me tightly in place, but his left was now massaging my breasts. He patiently waited until the tight walls adjusted to his cock and started moving slowly. With every thrust, I was involuntarily tightening and strangling him even more, making him groan. 

He took a deep breath and calmed down, restraining himself. I was sure he was trying his best not to cum anytime soon, but he resumed fucking me, accompanied by my loud moans. He pulled out for a second, massaged my swollen asshole with the tip of his cock, before entering me again with one fast push.

“Yes, please!” I yelped, surprised, but in a good way.

He sped up, breeding my ass as fast and deep as he could. His left hand clenched around my boob, squeezing it, so harshly it would for sure bruise.

Despite my best efforts and experience as an escort girl in Kensington, I finished first. My whole body was shaking, as I was experiencing a powerful anal orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to cum, but it didn’t look like my orgasm would end anytime soon. I was still moaning, and I started thrusting my hips against his. He couldn’t hold on any longer and came, buried deep inside me. I wished I could feel his warm seed, filling me and spilling out, but we used protection. Another shiver of pleasure washed over my body, leaving me exhausted, and I felt as if I was going to fall. As much as I like anal sex, this experience I simply loved.

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