What is it like to be a London escort?

Delve into the sensual depths of a London Party Girl. Amidst a backdrop of anticipation and raw desire, our elite escort unveils an evening of intoxicating passion. For a richer understanding, our Escort Guide for Beginners is your doorway. Immerse yourself in a dance of seduction and intimate connection.

Working as a London escort was, so far, a bliss. This evening, I was meeting a new client in a hotel. I was incredibly excited to see him for the first time, I felt tension in my stomach, like always before meeting someone new. On my way there, I wondered what he had planned for us, silently hoping to give him a long blowjob. I love sucking my clients cocks, there’s just something about how dependant it makes them. When I got to the lobby, he was already waiting for me.
“Hello,” I said, smiling, and nervously brushed my hair off my face.
Peter was a little older, but still quite in shape. A navy blue made-to-measure suit was showing all his values, and even standing a few feet away I could smell his cologne.
“Hello, you look even more beautiful than in your pictures,” he complimented me and offered me his arm.
I accepted the gesture, he was such a gentleman! Being a party London escort, most of my clients were, and I adored it.
We went to the bar, and he gave me the menu to order first. I choose a classic margarita, and he ordered whiskey for himself. We finished the drinks, chatting about his work. I always enjoy hearing these type of business stories, it’s so alluring when men are successful and not afraid of acknowledging that.
“Shall we?” Peter once again offered me his arm, upon standing up.
I only smiled in response, he should know by now that I very much wanted that.
We went upstairs to his room, I was already aroused and couldn’t wait for us to finally begin. As soon as the doors closed behind me, he turned around and kissed me, pressing me against it. Our tongues intertwined in a dance full of passion, and I gladly let him dominate. His hands were wandering on my body, until we parted, both out of breath. The tension in the air was almost visible. I knew I was beautiful, if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be working at Party Girls London, but still, he looked at me like I was a goddess.
I took his hand and led him to the bed. Then, I kneeled in front of him and started unbuckling his trousers in haste. My hands were shaking so much from arousal, I couldn’t do it properly, but he helped me, laughing. I slid down his boxers and finally saw his manhood, giving him a blowjob would be wonderful. Seeing that he was already almost hard, I moaned in appreciation and grabbed his shaft, sucking on its tip, like it was the sweetest candy in the world. He groaned and started taking his shirt off. I felt his member growing and hardening in my hand, and as soon as he was ready, I took the whole length in my mouth. Feeling my throat filled, I moaned and started bobbing my head at a slow pace. I placed my hand on his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense up, my right hand was still holding the base of his cock. I massaged his ball sack, making him groan.
Peter grabbed my head, making me speed up. He wasn’t pulling or anything, only instructing the tempo and angle. I started moaning, and grabbed his hips. My tongue was moving side to side, licking the underneath of his member, while I was sucking it. To my surprise, he came, spilling his seed deep inside my throat. I almost choked on it, but swallowed every last drop. I licked his cock clean and stood up.
“Sorry, I…” he started saying, but I placed my finger on his lips, shutting him up.
“Everything is fine,” I said and pushed him to sit down.
I started taking my clothes off, his careful gaze never left my body, making me so aroused I could barely hold on. He took off his trousers in the meantime, and soon we were both naked, devouring each other bodies with our hungry eyes. I sat on his lap, facing him, and started to massage his broad shoulders. He eased into my touch, and grabbed my buttocks, squeezing them gently. I slid forward him, my wet pussy touched the tip of his limp cock. He took it in his hand and guided it inside, despite him not being aroused yet. I moaned, feeling his sliding deep inside me and started moving in a slow pace. I couldn’t wait to feel him get hard inside me, but I patiently continued to massage him. Soon, I felt his member growing inside me, stretching me and almost making me dizzy from arousal. I stood up and put a condom on him.
“How do you want to have me?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and smiling seductively.
“Maybe just lie on your back, so I could look at you,” Peter proposed shyly.
I knew, since I first saw him, that it was one of his first times with a party London escort. He basically led me dominate during the blowjob, and now he was suddenly shy. I smiled, reassuring him everything was going great, and lay down, presenting him with a perfect view of my exposed pussy.
Peter kneeled in between my legs and entered me. I moaned, thrusting my his upwards, begging him to fuck me. He leaned forward, grabbing my breasts, and started rocking his hips. After a few moves, he finally sped up. His balls were pounding against my buttocks every time he re-entered me, making me even more aroused. I knew he was going to give a good orgasm, maybe even the best I’ve had since I joined Party Girls London as a party London escort. I kept on moaning and begging him to fuck me harder. He leaned forward and started to massage my breasts. His member was filling me to the brim, and pounding against all the right spots. I finished first, screaming out his name. My pussy clenched around his cock, and that was what finally helped him cum. After he came, he lay down next to me. We were both breathing heavily, exhausted, like we just ran a marathon.
“Fuck, that was out of this world,” he said, in between rapid breaths.
“What can I say? Party Girls London always aim to please,” I giggled, making him laugh too.

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